#confession 769

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#769

Data getting the emotion chip should have been the A plot of an episode not the C plot of a bad movie

[tmf-confessions]

Unpopular opinion so i’m gonna anon for this just incase, But I dont think i’ve ever seen a tmf fic or au that does a good job at making a drew-centred-fic that doesn’t include him:

A. having some form of excuse for bullying the music club

B. Doesn’t give him a redemption arc that makes sense

C. Doing the a redemption arc that would make sense, but is COMPLETELY out of character for him, with things he’d never say or do

Giving him a reason to hate the club other than ‘they’re annoying, weird hobby’ takes away from his character so much. He’s an ass, he’s the antagonist, but he’s a teenager. He makes mistakes. Some teenagers are dumb and mean, and make bad choices. Thats a realistic thing, and taking that away makes him feel like an oc. Also, I hate to say it, but guys, a hailey and drew redemption arc makes NO sense. Entertaining to read, yes. I love them with all my heart, but its either that, or that same copy paste redemption arc with jake. The occasional. And guys, I also hate to say this, but Drew is NOT the type of person to come to terms with the fact that he’s wrong immediately after the drakeup. Let him grow into adulthood and mature, sure, but in a situation like that? He’s not going to come to it himself, he needs a push, whether it be from a youtube video or a character like daisy

All of these can be pulled off well for an interesting fic, but I have yet to see a fic that accurately portrays drew and his personality traits to the canon, without victimising him and making excuses for his actions.

confession #767

[eliorabunny]

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clairo boy no further explanation needed thank u! friend!matt x fem!reader

𐀔⋆✩*｡‧“can you see me / i’m waiting for the right time” ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𖦹 genre: fluff, friends to lovers ʚ♡ɞ

𖦹 warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing, suggestive at the end

𖦹 word count: 769 𖧧

𖦹 a/n: c l a i r o ! b o y ! ur telling me that first pic isn’t him. don’t play ‼️ i may do a continuation of this and get a little nsfw but only if u beg💋 ily xoxo🐇 ᵕ̈ ̤̮

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“i don’t wanna watch tv anymore,” she mumbled.

matt looked over, a confused expression drawing his eyebrows together as he reached for the remote. “is everything okay?”

the two had been enjoying dinner and sitcom reruns, but she was growing tired of the unresolved tension. for the past few months, they would get together and share innocent cozy nights. she had reached out to matt after reconnecting at a high school reunion, and they discovered they had much more in common (mainly, a love of red wine and music on vinyl).

“yeah, i just wanna sit for a sec,” she responded idly, her mind in a rose-colored trance. her goal tonight was to confess her blossoming feelings, but nerves were getting the best of her. “maybe some wine?” matt nodded and smiled sweetly at her. fuck, that smile. her shoulders relaxed slightly and she watched as he grabbed the bottle of cabernet and two glasses.

she pulled a pillow to her stomach and brought her foot onto the couch cushion, resting her cheek on her knee and taking in the sight of matt’s fingers curled around the bottle. he pushed up the sleeves of his cream-colored cable knit sweater, and his forearms flexed as he poured their drinks. something in her stomach flipped. she turned her head away, trying to hide the slight blush forming across her cheeks. matt’s rings clinked softly against the bowls of the glasses, and he took care not to grip too harshly.

“do you want me to put on an album?” matt suggested, placing the drinks down gingerly on the coffee table. she inhaled deeply and nodded. “could you get Blue?”

“good pick,” matt murmured as he skimmed through the record crate. he found the classic indigo cover and pulled the vinyl out of its sleeve, setting it carefully on the turntable.

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joni mitchell’s velvety voice skimmed across the room and covered the two in a haze, a reflection of the snowy blanket resting on the streets outside. the radiator worked overtime as the bitter northeast cold snuck in through a cracked window. a biting breeze slid along the stripe of skin between her henley and pajama pants, and she shuddered. matt’s eyes widened as she absentmindedly moved closer to him on the couch.

perhaps it was the multiple refills of wine, or the proximity, but he suddenly felt bolder. he had been avoiding his own burgeoning feelings for her, afraid to taint a healthy friendship. tonight felt different somehow. they had fallen asleep together on the couch many a time, dozing off mid-conversation, but this was more delicate. an unnamed purity shattered; some sort of barrier between them had fallen this time around.

wrapping an arm around her shoulders, matt pulled her towards him and grabbed the throw blanket that was draped along the seat back. “are you cold?” he asked pointlessly, taking her fingers in his. “let me warm you up.”

her heart rate quickened at his words. did he mean to say it like that? she giggled nervously, turning to look him in the eyes, and found a sincerity the color of denim. “c’mere,” he hummed, tugging at her shirt childishly and leaning back so his head rested on the arm of the couch. she obliged, blushing from the wine (or so she’d say), and settled on top of him, resting her ear over his heart. he hoped it wasn’t beating too loudly, and she hoped he couldn’t feel her second heartbeat against his thigh.

one by one, matt removed his rings and placed them on the coffee table next to the empty glasses. she could have sworn he let out a quiet hiss when he leaned over, and she adjusted her hips subconsciously. his hands found their way around her waist, fingertips exploring the bottom hem of her shirt. “is this okay?” he whispered as he slid long fingers beneath the fabric, the contact sending tingles across her lower back. she sighed shakily and managed to breathe out a quiet “yes.”

a relieved smile spread across matt’s face, and he was grateful she couldn’t see him in that moment. he pressed gently on her back, pulling her flush to him and creating a treacherous friction. his other hand squeezed the pillowy flesh above her hip, as if kneading dough.

“what was the name you were talking about the other day?” his question caught her off guard. just yesterday, someone had brought up pet names in conversation, and she’d mentioned that her favorite was “bunny.” he pretended to forget it a little longer, before speaking down into her hair.

“you feel so soft, bunny.”

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[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hi I've just finished reading all of the Lucifer fanfics you had and I love every last one of them he's my absolute favorite and I was hoping if I can make a request something involving Lucifer and a fem reader they're good friends and they share a cute and romantic moment baking!😋🧁 They make all kinds of sweets, baked goods and pastries and then suddenly have a playful food fight that leads to an accidental kiss, and they get super shy awkward and nervous and then start confessing feelings to each other and finally share a long waited passionate kiss. The rest is up to you.

A/N— YES YES YES, NO HESITATION 💖 I hope you have an amazing day. Sorry it took so long <3

Something Sweet | Lucifer

Warnings: Fem!Reader, fluff

Word Count: 769

The counter was covered in a mix of flour, sugar, and quite literally every other ingredient that went into making a cake, two dozen cupcakes with whipped icing, an ungodly amount of apple turnovers, and more cookies than you could count. 

The whole building smelled like sugar and vanilla because of what was in the oven. 

With the counter covered, it served to reason that your outfit had flour handprints from where you had wiped your hands at a moment's notice to handle something that Lucifer couldn't. 

Baking was your hobby turned passion, and being friends with Lucifer, he supported you. . . Partially because he wanted you to succeed. . . Mostly because he was the designated taste tester.

It was rare he baked alongside you, but when he did, it was always interesting. 

This time was no different.

You were debating whether or not you had enough sweets for the small party being held for Angel's birthday, when something hit your chest, exploding into a mess of powdery white down your entire front. 

Your eyes immediately snapped over to Lucifer, who was obviously the culprit, as no one else was in the room. 

He chuckled nervously, wiping his hands off. 

You smirked and flung a glob of pink whipped icing at his face. He attempted to dodge it, but he miscalculated the velocity and it hit him on the cheek, staying for all of a few seconds before falling down his front. 

The snort that came from you wasn't ladylike, but watching the King of Hell stand there with flour and pink icing on his clothes was quite the sight to see. 

Lucifer grabbed what was left of it on his clothes, chucking it at you.

He started a war. 

Flour, icing, chocolate chips, eggs, and powdered sugar were thrown at each other, turning the floor slippery. 

A fact that came to light when you lunged forward and slipped in the odd mixture. In a moment of fear, you grabbed a hold of the closest thing, which just happened to be Lucifer; dragging him down with you. 

Your back hit the floor and Lucifer landed on top of you with a grunt. Laying on the floor with your head to the side, you noticed that the underneath side of the fridge needed to be cleaned. . . Perhaps you'd see if Niffty had the time later. 

You closed your eyes and sighed, dreading cleaning the mess.

Turning your head back, your lips brushed against warm skin and your eyes flew open once more. You hadn't realized Lucifer was on top of you still until that very moment. 

And then you realized that your lips had touched his. You had technically kissed him. 

He stared at you awkwardly and you began apologizing profusely — how many times had he mentioned missing Lilith? 

How many times in the long-time friendship had he come to you asking for guidance when it came to getting Lilith to forgive him when his pride and ego took over and prevented him from being the husband he needed to be in the moment? 

More often than either of you would ever admit. . . Especially because you had always liked him. . . But he was all about the woman who rarely gave him the benefit of the doubt. 

Lucifer said nothing as you continued to rattle off apology after apology, attempting to sit up in the process, and somehow succeeding. 

Lilith's name came up over a dozen times in the short span. 

You only stopped talking when he reached his hand up and his thumb wiped some of the icing and flour off of your cheek. 

He smiled at you sweetly, having listened to your hasty apologies as the blush consistently creeped up your face. 

“Stop apologizing,” he whispered. “She's not here. She left. That was her choice. . . Now it's my choice to tell you how. . . How I feel about you.”

“Luci—”

“Shut up.” He mumbled before placing his lips firmly on yours. It was sweet, yet left no room for argument. You took a moment to return the kiss, but once you did, you didn't regret it. 

His kiss tasted like something sweet — you couldn't quite place it. Icing? Just sugar? Whatever it was, it was addicting and you couldn't get enough. 

You almost whined when he finally pulled away, but didn't. 

He rested his forehead on yours. “That's how I feel.”

You smiled slightly, despite the slight fear of the unknown weighing in the back of your mind, and went in for a quick peck. “And that's how I feel.” 

“Looks like we're on the same page, then.” 

[rosiesrroses]

Santa | mv1

Summary: In which Y/n and Max try to make Christmas special for their children.

Paring: dad!max verstappen x mom!reader

Warning: Just fluff. This is kinda short and not proofread.

Finished: 23 Dec. 2023

Posted: 25 Dec. 2023

Word count: 769

note: Merry Christmas ��� These photos are not mine, I got them from pinterest.

My love for u is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

y/n verstappen’s pov - around 6.30 am

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” 

I internally groaned as I heard my two four-year-old boys, Jamie and Colin, shout and began jumping on Max and I’s bed.

“Boys, please. Can we please use our inside voices? It’s still too early to be screaming like this” I try to reason with them. 

“But it’s Christmas momma,” Jamie said with a frown on his face.

“Yes, and momma is also really excited. But we can’t go screaming like this and wake everyone up, okay?” I asked them.

“Okay,” they both said and looked down onto the bed. 

“Why don’t we go downstairs and make some hot chocolate?” I asked them and they both eagerly nodded before jumping off the bed and running out of the bedroom.

“Max. Maxie,” I whispered in Max's ear, trying to wake him up. 

But he just groaned, mumbling incoherent words before turning to his left side and going back to snoring.  

“Max, can you please wake up?” I asked a little louder so that he could hear me this time.

“What?” he asked as he turned on his back still with his eyes closed.

This man is not a morning person.

“It’s Christmas and the kids are already downstairs waiting,” I said as he finally sat up. 

“Oh, yeah. Merry Chrismas schatje.” he smiled and he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Eww” Max and I heard as we finished and turned to see Jamie and Colin.

“Momma, you promised us hot chocolate!” Colin whined. 

“I know, I know. Let’s go make us some hot chocolate, and then we can go open all of our presents.” I said as I picked Colin up and held Jamie’s hand as we left the room.

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max verstappen’s pov - a couple hours later

“Don’t they look cute just playing with their toys?” Y/n asked as she stood beside me with a cup of coffee in her hands.

The minute the twins finished their hot chocolate, they tore all the presents open and have been playing with their toys ever since. 

And I just hummed as a response to Y/n’s question, not knowing what else to say. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked me, putting her cup down on the counter.

“What? Nothing. Just thinking about tonight's Christmas party,” I sighed.

“Oh me too. I can’t wait to see everyone again,” Y/n smiled at the thought.

“Yeah, I was kind of thinking the opposite,” I confessed.

“What? Why?” Y/n frowned. 

“I don’t know. I just want to spend today inside, with my family,” I shrugged. 

“Okay, let me tell you what. The twins are really excited to go, so let’s just go for a couple of hours and see if we enjoy it,” she tried to reason with me.

“Okay, anything for you schatje,” I smiled and kissed her forehead. 

She smiled back at me and walked to the living room where the kids are sat, still playing with their toys. 

“Really?!” the twins both simultaneously shouted as Y/n whispered something to them.

“Yeah, so let’s go get ready and then we can leave,” Y/n nodded in confirmation.

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y/n vestappen’s pov - at the Christmas party

“Momma, why is Daddy dressed like Santa?” I heard Colin say as he tugged on my dress. 

Max was asked to dress like Santa for this year's Christmas party, and he was more than happy to.

But Max doesn’t have the best costume on, so the twins can definitely see that it is Max instead of Santa. 

“Well, that’s because Santa couldn’t make it. Santa’s wife is sick and she needs someone to care for her so Santa asked Daddy to be in his place tonight,” I lie.

“Oh, so Daddy thinks we think he’s Santa?” Jamie asked. Jamie has always been smart. 

“Yeah, so why don’t you two go say hi to “Santa”?” I wink at them. 

“Okay, momma,” Colin said and kissed my cheek before they left. 

“So, are you gonna tell Max that they know?” One of my friends asked me as I stood up from my crouching position. 

“Never,"

[asacredthebread]

After Work Affections •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Danny Wagner x Reader - 18+ 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍. Warnings/Themes: Thigh Riding, Praise, Sexual Themes. WC; 769

You walked through the front door, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The day had been long, and the thought of being with Danny—the man with the long, brown curly hair and warm brown eyes—was all that had kept you going. He was sitting on the couch, casually relaxed, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked up at you.

“Hey there, you,” he greeted, his voice honeyed and inviting. You felt your heart lift at the sight of him. He always had that effect on you, making the weight of the day melt away with just a smile.

“Hi, Danny,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. You could feel the tension in your body slowly dissipating, but something else stirred within you—a growing need that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

“How was your day?” he asked, leaning back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. You could see the way his interest piqued, those brown eyes sparking with curiosity and warmth.

“It was okay,” you said, trying to shake off the remnants of the day. But as he continued to speak about his own day, detailing the little things that made him smile, you felt that need deepen. Each word he uttered seemed to resonate inside of you, stirring something more primal.

You moved closer, the space between you feeling both comforting and charged. It was like a magnet pulling you in. You were drawn to him, to that easy confidence he exuded, the warmth radiating from his body. Without fully thinking it through, you decided to sit on his lap, straddling him as you felt the weight of his presence envelop you.

He looked surprised for just a moment, his eyebrows lifting in delight. “Well, look at you, all cozy,” he said, his voice playful and rich with affection. You shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his thigh beneath you, the heat between your bodies igniting a spark of need that surged through you.

“Danny…” you breathed, looking into his eyes. You could see the spark of desire flickering there, and it fueled the fire within you. You began to rock your hips against him, seeking that elusive release, your body craving more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he praised, his hands coming to rest on your waist, fingers tightening slightly as he encouraged your movements. “You know exactly what you want, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whispered. You felt both vulnerable and empowered, each movement drawing you closer to the edge you craved. His praise washed over you, coaxing you further into bliss.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You ride that thigh, baby. You feel incredible.” His words wrapped around you, spurring on your rhythm as you found your groove, lost in the dance of pleasure. With every thrust, you could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, the way he leaned toward you as if he could take in every bit of you.

“You make me feel so good,” you confessed, breathless.

He responded with an appreciative chuckle, “And you make me feel even better. There’s nothing like seeing you like this, all worked up, just for me.” His hold on you tightened, and something about his unwavering gaze made you feel utterly seen. It was as if he could feel the urgency radiating from you, matching it with his own need.

“Just keep going,” Danny encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper. “You’re doing amazing. I love watching you let go like this.”

With every word of affirmation, every ounce of encouragement, you felt yourself teeter closer to the edge. Danny had a way of making you feel not just desired but cherished—each moment shared felt like a sacred space between the two of you.

As you moved faster, riding his thigh, you felt the tension coiling within you, ready to snap. “Danny, I’m so close,” you gasped, and his response was immediate.

“Just a little more, baby,” he urged, his voice full of warmth and reverence.

With one final push, everything inside you released, a wave of pleasure rolling through you that left you breathless. You could feel Danny’s steady chuckle vibrating through his chest, the way he leaned in closer, holding you tightly as you came down from the high.

“You did so well,” he praised, his voice tender as you collapsed against him, the warmth of his body enveloping you. “There’s a good girl.” You melted against him, the weight of the day replaced by the gentle warmth of contentment and love in that intimate moment.

[junnylunny]

𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞? ♠

! pairing- byeon wooseok x reader

! synopsis: byeon wooseok, a growing model, has been crushing on y/n, a famous photographer, for about a year now. He wants to confess his feelings but isn't sure how to ...

! word count: 769

! now playing: "do you like me?" by daniel caesar

"last shot," y/n yelled while focusing on her final shot for the day.

y/n had taken a long journey to reach her success. this made her not only an inspirational person to other growing photographers but to her models as well. she easily attracted those around her and was a smooth person to talk to. y/n always gave her one hundred percent whenever she was working and took interest in her models for both work and personal reasons.

"good job everyone. thank you for your hard work," y/n shouted again as the camera finally uncovered your breathtaking face.

"are you ready for your blind date, y/n?" her coworker asked excitedly as they both packed their belongings.

"i am kind of nervous because it's been so long, but I can't be too sure if we'll be compatible. you know how high my standards are," y/n said with a slight concerned look.

"i'm sure you guys will click. he's a really nice and talented man," her coworker assured.

"hopefully... we'll see," y/n answered.

all the coworkers began to leave as y/n stayed for a bit to look over the small buffet set for the workshop. as she glanced over the food options, a gentle breeze of men's cologne swished behind her.

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry to ask you this, but can i please get a couple more shots? i don't feel as satisfied as i normally do."

y/n turned around to the familiar voice. it was byeon wooseok. everybody knew him to be a perfectionist. he wanted all his photos to look good and some considered him to even be egotistical. however, his personality was far off from that. he was truly a friendly and outgoing guy everybody could love.

"i do have to leave soon, but we can take some," y/n hesitantly replied.

"of course, thank you so much," wooseok said with a bright smile on his face.

"here. we can take some photos on this couch over here. it'll look nice. should we go for a more boyfriend style?" y/n said, directing him.

"yeah, that sounds good," he replied.

y/n began to take her photos, instructing him on small details as she went. wooseok was already a natural model and didn't need much directing. he knew he was good looking and found himself to correctly find his angles without much help. this made y/n enjoy taking photos of him. all she had to do was to show her talent and he'd be ready with his.

soon, they were done with the shooting. y/n and wooseok carefully looked through their photos and discussed their favorites.

"wow, they all look good though," wooseok said with an approved tone.

"yeah, they do. i can email these to the editor and you'll have these soon," y/n said while feeling accomplished after her picky model approved of her work.

she walked over to the side table where her camera case laid and stored her camera away. as she closed her zipper, wooseok came behind her and trapped her from moving. y/n felt her back touching wooseok's front torso, and his arms on the edge of the table, trapping her, but not touching her entirely.

"can you not go to your blind date?" wooseok quietly mumbled into y/n's ear.

"what did you say?" y/n replied with a shock. she didn't expect this from wooseok.

"i said, "can you not go to your blind date..." he said again looking sadly down at her camera case and putting his chin on her shoulder.

y/n turned around in the tight space he gave her and looked at him in his eyes. she leaned against the table with her hands at the edge while he continued to stay established.

"did i hear that correctly or am i going crazy right now," y/n asked, puzzled and blushed.

wooseok avoided y/n's eyes. he couldn't look at her anymore after confessing his feelings. he didn't want her to go on the date nor talk to other people.

y/n noticed his expression to be sincere yet shy. she did find Wooseok cute, but never realized that he would ever have a crush on her.

"i like you Y/N..." wooseok mumbled as he broke the silence. he changed his gaze from the ground to her eyes. his cheeks slightly turned pink and he began to nervously play around with his thumb against the table. "not just as a photographer, but as a person. do you think you like me too?"

[teyums]

can you write neteyam x reader you spend a night together at the tree of souls before he leaves with his family and he wants you come with him?🫶

“Come With Me.”

a/n: a little something bc it’s been a while <3 wc: 769

pairing: neteyam x fem! na’vi reader

warnings: none

News hadn’t been the only thing broken the day Neteyam confessed a fate you never thought he’d be bound to. Him and his family were to embark on a journey to a different clan, far away from home, and far away from you.

It felt as if the weight of the world had come crashing down in a matter of minutes, and the only thing able to keep you up on your feet that moment had been your strong grip on his forearms while you crumbled in his hold.

“What are you thinking about?”

Neteyam’s silky voice draws you out of your rumination, his gaze more than gentle when your head moves to look up at him.

“Nothing, ‘Teyam.” You hum, returning your cheek to its former position on his chest, pressed against the rhythmic thrum of his heart.

The two of you have been stuck to the other like glue for the past week, insistent on not wasting a single second of the time you have left together. And just like yesterday, and the day before that, you’re intwined in each other’s embrace, laid underneath the soft glow emitting from the tree of souls. A sacred place to your people, the same sacred place you both would have sealed the bond, deeming you mate’s for life, if the threat of impending war hadn’t completely destroyed your plans.

You inhale a longing breath as the length of his arm wraps around your frame to bring you closer, the rough pad of his thumb circling the round of your shoulder, and his voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks.

“You know I know you’re lying, right?”

A rugged sigh leaves your lips and you gently pull away from him, and his eyelids lift, eyes widening slightly at the unexpected movement. The familiar sting of tears bubbles against your waterline, and you drop your gaze to focus on the ticklish blades of grass below your bodies that have surprisingly become much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

Neteyam is quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his entire body shifting towards you as well as his attention. Your head flinches away after he delicately lifts your chin with his finger and a frown takes over his lips at your sudden detached state, as well as the sight of amber glossing over with moisture.

“My love, why are you crying?” He breathes out, his face shadowed with concern.

His thumb swipes a stray tear from your cheek before you can even realize it’s escaped, and your lip trembles as you try to form words. What you settle on has his shoulders drooping as well as his moods.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Neteyam.” You murmur.

And he knows it was a stupid question. Him and the rest of the Sullys are set to leave in two days, first thing in the morning with a grueling flight ahead of them, and all you can think about is his safety. The fear that you may never get to see him again is overbearing, making itself known in your head with a haunting echo. And even louder is the fear that he’ll become betrothed to another, his memory of you long forgotten.

He pauses for a beat, and his eyes flit to where yours are locked on the ground, as if he too is thinking of what to say, before they raise to meet your face again.

“Come with me.”

Your head snaps up at that, and you stare at him incredulously, lips parting and eyes darting between his own as you search them. Surely he must be joking, but as that same determined look remains on his expression, you can’t help the way your jaw drops.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious.” The roll of his eyes is comical and he reaches to take your hands in his, pulling you up into a seated position with him. “Will you?”

“I-“ You’re at a loss for words, your lungs left breathless as your mind races over all the details regarding his invitation. He can almost see the apprehensive thoughts written on your face. “I don’t know, Neteyam. What about my Mom? She’d be heartbroken… And my Dad, oh gosh, there’s no way he’ll agree-“

His braids move with the action of him shaking his head, and a chuckle that wafts through your ears is enough to halt your rambling. “Just breathe, yawne. I know, it’s a lot. But you don’t have to say yes, the choice is entirely up to you. I just wanted you to know that you have one.” He assures you with a gentle stroke of your cheek and his heart flutters at the way you lean into his hand.

A soft hold circles around his wrist as you peer up at him, up into those warm eyes that never fail to convince you. But before you can say anything, before another doubt can manifest from your lips, he speaks again— a promise sincere enough to wither away your worries.

“I won’t be upset with you if you say no. But just know that wherever I go, my love for you will always follow.”

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©teyums 2023

[austinsdemise]

⚡𝒵𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉⚡

•Kinktober Day 14: Breeding

•//Sub!Zenitsu/Dom!Afab!Reader/Breeding/Dacryphilia/Outdoor Sex/Established Relationship//

•AGED UP Zenitsu! Both him and Reader are early twenties.

•also this is pretty bad but I’m trying to write the Douma fic and I’m also going through a massive depression episode so I’ve had no interest in writing these past few days 😭

•WC: 769

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Zenitsu and Y/N are on a picnic deep in the woods, under a giant willow tree for cover. The two huddled close to each other, relaxing in each others company. How Zenitsu ended up with the resting bitch faced Y/N will never cease to shock him. 

One fateful day, he found the courage to ask Y/N out, instead of his weak attempts at proposing to the strong slayer. When he saw Y/N that day, he took them to a secluded part of the forest, under a cherry blossom tree. Confessing his love for the fellow slayer. Cheesy, but cute in Y/N's eyes. They also have had feelings for the cowardly male. Enjoying how they made him melt at every touch and word, they eventually slowly fall in love with the thunder breathing blonde. 

Zenitsu still had his eyes shut close, already accepting the rejection he was going to face, that was until a giggle left Y/N, and a 'Yes. At first it seemed to good to be true, that was until they leaned in to kiss his cheek. If it wasn't for the strong arms catching him, Zenitsu would probably have gotten a concussion from hitting his head on the ground.

The two slayers have been dating for a few months now and have discussed creating a family just a handful of times.

Zenitsu oh so desperately wanting one and Y/N being uncertain if they'd be a good parent. Though Zenitsu has stated multiple times that they were the love of his life and they could do nothing wrong, the both of them would get through it together as new parents. And as they layed there, a thought crossed Y/N's mind, but it seems Zenitsu was the one to voice it for them.

“I was thinking”, He says hesitantly “maybe it is time to have a child and start a family? If you’re ready to dear.”

Zenitsu said as he laid his head on Y/N's shoulder, gold hair tickling their neck. Humming, Y/N acknowledged Zenitsu’s  words, the words he has said so many times and they finally thought they were coming around too. The breeze caught their hair, entangling it with Zenitsu's golden locks.

Glancing at the male, Y/N pondered their relationship. It was obvious the two of them were in love, and that they would never let each other go. Maybe, just maybe, they would turn out to be good parents.

Finally finding confidence from somewhere deep within them, they suddenly got a devious plan.

Gently, Y/N pushed Zenitsu off their shoulder, him shooting them a confused look. That didn't last long as Y/N pushed him down onto his back with them straddling him, their crotch suddenly over his. Leaving down close to whisper in his ear.

"Then why don't we try now, Zenitsu~"

"W-well, I- ah Y/N~ w-wait"

His words were cut short by Y/N's clothed crotch coming down to meet his in a rough grind, causing him to moan out loud. Shock was the single word that could describe Zenitsu's feelings. The love of his life finally agreed to have his children!

Next thing you know, Y/N is on their back with Zenitsu pushing their legs up and into a mating press as he released load after load into them. Clothes strung around them as they were both completely naked on the forest floor. Grass decorated the both of their hair from previous positions. But grass wasn't the only thing decorating them, love bites trailed down Y/N's body and Zenitsu's with bite marks. Their bodies intertwined as every move made the sensitive crybaby whine out and plead for more, while Y/N would tease him for this by asking if he wanted to come, but quickly denying him of his release. Every thrust was strong and filled with passion, leaving Y/N to groan at the sudden movement, not expecting the timid male to actually try and act dominant, being that every time that they've engaged in these acts before Y/N was always the one in control. Zenitsu's tear stained face only made Y/N's hole clench, reveling in his wrecked features.

With a few final thrusts he whimpered out Y/N's name and released deep inside them, watching his cum dribble out of their puffy folds and onto the ground. Gently he pushed the stream of cum leaking down their ass back into their already filled cunt, giving him a sense of fulfillment.

Panting, he let go of their legs and pulled them close, his head pushed into the crook of Y/N's neck. Thanking them over and over again for finally letting him have his very own children.

[abwwia]

Charlotte Salomon (16 April 1917 – 10 October 1943) was a German-Jewish artist born in Berlin.

She is primarily remembered as the creator of an autobiographical series of paintings Leben? oder Theater?: Ein Singspiel (Life? or Theater?: A Song-play), the largest known artwork made by a Jewish person who died in the Holocaust.

769 individual works painted between 1941 and 1943 in the south of France, while Salomon was in hiding from the Nazis. In October 1943 Salomon, 5 months pregnant at that time, was captured and deported to Auschwitz, where she was murdered by the Nazis soon after her arrival. Via Wikipedia

#bornonthisday Charlotte Salomon, 1939, Collection Jewish Historica (1)

In 2015, a 35-page confession by Salomon to the fatal poisoning of her grandfather, kept secret for decades, was released by a Parisian publisher. (...) His constant request to share his bed with her and her own words in a confession letter suggest sexual abuse. Via Wikipedia

3. Charlotte Salomon, self-portrait, 1940 Collection Jewish Historical Museum, Amsterdam © Charlotte Salomon Foundation

(2, 4 -9) All from the Collection Jewish Historical Museum, Amsterdam © Charlotte Salomon Foundation

Read: The Genre-Bending, Death-Defying Triumph of Charlotte Salomon’s Art

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@tccconfessionsfagg

I think about you secularly, not just about the asks, I think about you, the way you just sit there everyday, uploading the asks, blessed little you.❤️

-Oiledupanon

Confession 769

[ask-dcf]

I posted 1,734 times in 2022

That's 1,698 more posts than 2021!

1,298 posts created (75%)

436 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@somedancingpineapple

@ask-dcf

@askkindness

@potatogoats1blog

@theyoshimister

I tagged 1,680 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#undertale - 962 posts

#chara - 781 posts

#ask blog - 769 posts

#datatale - 725 posts

#datatale au - 721 posts

#frisk - 716 posts

#ask dcf - 651 posts

#mod talks - 476 posts

#charisk - 390 posts

#side reblog - 241 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but that doesn’t make them any better. many creators are different in how they see chara. don’t lecture people on how they create things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Confession

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99 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#4

art by @lilybug-02

Two Blushy kids being all embarrassed for their crush lol uwu

So in honor of pride month I thought i would release this pic early. I am sure you all remember THIS little moment. And i still loved that moment Frisk and Chara had. SO i figured i would get something to reference it. I should point out this pic is NOT whats happening in the story right now. It didnt fit anywhere i had planned for it but i figured it would be unfair to not show it off. Plus there will be a moment like this only cuter uwu

Happy Pride month all! qwq

108 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#3

Attention Freaks

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Audio done by @askchammy

Art gifted by @susartwork

112 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

Hey Frisk… Is there anyone in the omegatimline that you admire?

*They both calm down and look away embarrassed*

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131 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I had to XD

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Because of course my top one was that damn papyrus swear that I made while going to the powder room XD

[tmf-confessions]

Anyone ever think about daisy X bg chan

confession #761

[madara-fate]

I posted 2,310 times in 2022

1,541 posts created (67%)

769 posts reblogged (33%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@animepopheart

@pururin

@dailyghibli

@dailynaruto

@animepolaroid

I tagged 1,447 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#sakura haruno - 512 posts

#sasuke uchiha - 442 posts

#sasusaku - 292 posts

#naruto uzumaki - 184 posts

#naruto - 130 posts

#hinata hyuuga - 96 posts

#boruto: naruto next generations - 62 posts

#sarada uchiha - 54 posts

#ino yamanaka - 52 posts

#attack on titan - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#did they really just say that sakura and tsunade only heal in the anime?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Naruto was still his closest bond after Itachi he was alone but he knew he had to kill Naruto who was a big deviation from his goal . Shows sasuke really cherishes Naruto . I really can't say the same for sakura and in all honesty it's not even meant as snarky or anything atp I'm just sad . A lot of sns stans feel pity for sakura because she didn't even get on the closest bond list love is something too far . Idk if curse of hatred made him still see Naruto in such a way why not the same love for sakura ,?? I'm just genuinely confused

What are you talking about? How does Naruto being Sasuke's closest bond at the time mean that he never cherished Sakura? Just because someone has a best friend, that doesn't mean they don't also cherish all of their other friends. And to make matters worse, you're speaking in the present tense, as if Sasuke cherishes his Naruto but not his own wife. Furthermore, killing Naruto also wasn't a big deviation from his goal, because Naruto stood directly in the way of his goal.

A lot of sns stans feel pity for sakura because she didn't even get on the closest bond list

Is that right?

Then how would you explain Sasuke thinking about Naruto and Sakura when he was thinking about his most precious comrades?

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141 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#4

Something I just noticed is that when Sakura threw that huge stone pillar at Shin, that wasn't chakra enhanced strength, because that requires you to release the chakra on impact when punching or kicking, which is why it needs immaculate chakra control. You can't apply that to when you're throwing objects, so during that scene, there was no application of precise chakra control involved - that was purely Sakura's natural brute strength:

It didn't click at first, but rewatching that scene made me realise that it was similar to when Tsunade picked up Gamabunta's huge sword. Both of them were feats of natural brute strength, no enhancement needed. So therefore, Sakura's power doesn't solely rely on the chakra enhancement, she has natural monstrous strength as well.

170 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#3

I don't know how people watched 17 yo Sakura with no shinobi background and no power up punch a fucking goddess with no hesitation and still called her a weakling and a coward

I don't know how people saw Kakashi confirming the sincerity of Sakura's love for Sasuke and how she only wanted to save him, and still believe that she only liked him for his looks.

I don't know how people saw Karin confirming that Sarada is Sakura's biological daughter, and still believe that she was some form of experiment.

I don't know how people saw Sakura mentioning during her confessions how Sasuke wouldn't be happy if he continued down the path of vengeance, and how she wanted to return to the days where he was genuinely smiling, and still believe that her confessions were totally selfish and all about herself.

I don't know how people saw Sasuke describing Sakura as a precious comrade and how he eventually saw the shadow of his family within her and the rest of Team 7, and still believe that he never gave a damn about her.

I don't know how people had the idea of the Curse of Hatred shoved down their throats so many times and how Sasuke's Pt.2 self was molded by the loss of love in his past, and still believe that Sasuke was completely himself throughout the whole series.

I don't know how people watched the Sakura vs Ino fight with the former explicitly explaining how she wanted to escape from Ino's shadow, and still believe Sakura ditched her friend over a boy.

I don't know how people saw how Gaiden ended with words literally confirming that the love between the Uchiha family is the real deal, and still believe that Sasuke was somehow forced into it.

Believe me I have plenty more, the list just goes on and on.

187 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#2

Did you see the new official naruto art? Apparently Sasuke looks unhappy because he is chewing food that Sakura feeds him with. 🤦‍♀️

And I saw an anti say, that Sakura apparently still doesn’t know Sasuke because she feeds him sweets and he hates sweets.

Yeah I saw it, I just took it as Sasuke being a little comically uncomfortable with Sakura's public display of affection, but of course all these anti extremists will use this to say how unhappy Sasuke is, how selfish Sakura is, how even SP shits on their relationship, and all the rest of their typical bullshit. So clearly, they're okay with using non canon but official artwork to make these assertions when it suits them. But then when an episode like Boruto 136 comes out with the scene where Sasuke reunites with Sakura at their house, looks at her with all the love in the world, says how appreciative he is for everything she's done for him, and gives her the genuine smile that they claim he only ever gives to Naruto:

Then they of course label it as nothing but filler with an OOC Sasuke. So they're fine to use non-canon artwork to hate on SS and claim the studio does the same thing, but when the studio comes out with an anime canon scene that shits all over their theories, they turn around and label it as non canon nonsense.

They always demonstrate these stupid double standards - picking and choosing when to use (by their definition) non canon sources. One of the best examples is when they're always so quick to twist Sakura's words during Sakura Hiden to make it seem as though she forced herself on Sasuke. So clearly, they're fine with using the novels to backup their asinine assertions. But when we refer to something like Sasuke Retsuden which again shits all of their claims, they'll of course backtrack and call the novels non canon fan fics, so typical.

208 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm glad to know that justice exists in this world.

240 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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[2ambiace]

I posted 10,521 times in 2022

That's 2,802 more posts than 2021!

64 posts created (1%)

10,457 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kedreeva

@himbohohoharringtxn

@joseph-quinns

@bisexual-cryptid

@womenofmcu

I tagged 8,422 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 5,467 posts

#eddie munson - 4,668 posts

#steve harrington - 3,994 posts

#steddie - 3,413 posts

#stranger things 4 - 2,046 posts

#robin buckley - 769 posts

#fic rec - 721 posts

#i love eddie so much - 675 posts

#stranger things 4 spoilers - 675 posts

#nancy wheeler - 464 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#okay but i love the idea that eddie goes from ‘nancy wheeler owns guns’ to ‘shit steve is looking at nancy quick throw your vest at him!’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Eddie survives the upside down, graduates finally, excited to be free from Hawkins High for good. But then! Max asks him to drive her to school in the fall, at least until she’s able to learn to drive, but she’s still recovering from spring break, some days needing her wheelchair, others her walker, and honestly Eddie’s van has the space to transport both when needed, better than the school bus. So Eddie finds himself driving Max to school every morning and picking her up most afternoons. He blasts his music too loud and screeches into the parking lot, dropping Max by the front and helping her unload before saying “Have a good day, sis! Love you! Don’t forget to fuck shit up! Bye!” Before speeding back out of the parking lot, as Max lovingly flips him off.

51 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#4

So I had surgery almost two weeks ago. Due to it, I have four small incisions along my stomach that are still healing so they still hurt a bit and they kind of itch. Throughout the day I find myself unconsciously rubbing and patting at them, as though I can sooth them when they hurt or itch.

This led to me thinking about Steve and Eddie with their giant injuries along their stomachs (and for Eddie, his chest and neck and arms) and how painful and itchy those must be as they heal. Both of them trying to avoid touching the wounds, knowing they’ll heal better if they aren’t messed with too much, but they hurt and they itch. Eddie starts doing it first, because he’s in the most pain with his greater injuries. So he’ll be sitting with everyone else and just ends up gently rubbing or patting at one of them. Steve noticed because he’s worried about Eddie, worried about how he’s healing and asks if he’s okay. Eddie tells him he’s fine, that it’s a soothing touch, oddly, even though it shouldn’t be. Steve believes him. Later, Steve finds himself doing the same thing. As Steve’s heal quicker, having been smaller and not as deep, Eddie sometimes asks for Steve to help sooth his, especially when both one on his stomach and one on his arm are bothering him. Steve will gently rub Eddie’s arm, while he pats the one on his stomach.

Of course, this closeness eventually leads to them just being more touchy and tactile with each other, reaching out unconsciously for comfort beyond their physical wounds. It’s some late night, both of them mostly healed physically but still comforted by those simple touches, curled together in bed, Eddie’s hand rubbing soothingly along Steve’s side, while Steve’s hand rubs soothingly along Eddie’s neck, that they confess their feelings and kiss for the first time.

55 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

I’m conflicted because it’s only barely November and Chanukah isn’t even one of the major Jewish holidays. But I’ve already seen so many Christmas themed Steddie fics and my little Jewish heart just needs to rub my little Jewish hands all over Eddie Munson and by extension Steddie.

So, all that being said:

Chanukah is a holiday about light. The miracle of light lasting. Kedreeva wrote a beautiful post about the significance of Eddie wrapping the flashlight for Steve. And honestly, after everything they’ve been through… Chanukah would feel important.

Eddie, against all odds, survived. Steve and Dustin and Nancy and Robin saved him, when he’d been ready to die to protect them. After months of healing, of strengthened friendships, and even new found love, Eddie would want to celebrate Chanukah and share it with Steve. It feels silly at first, given that he and Wayne didn’t always celebrate Chanukah over the years. But Chanukah is about light, about survival, about hope. And Eddie has so much to be hopeful for now. His life, his friends, his family.

So he digs out the Menorah he and Wayne bought when Eddie was younger and buys a set of candles for it. He asks Wayne to help him make latkes and sufganiyot. He invites Steve over, for that first night, and explains the story of Chanukah and why it’s celebrated. Then he explains why he wants to celebrate it this year and why he wants Steve with him. And Steve smiles and kisses him. Together they light the Menorah and Eddie barely manages to get through the blessings, his Hebrew very rusty, but he tries and that’s what counts.

Of course, for the next seven nights, Eddie invites the others too. Dustin and Max are there for nights two and three. Lucas joins them on night four. Mike, Will, and El join on nights five and six. Robin and Nancy are there for night seven.

On night eight, Eddie takes his menorah and candles to the Byers-Hopper’s house, where Joyce, Will, and Jonathan host the final night, their own menorahs shining in the windows. Everyone is there that night, including Wayne and Argyle, the glow of the candles from each of the menorahs casts light on their smiling faces. They share food and play dreidel games and eat too many chocolate gelt and Eddie’s never felt as lucky and as happy as he does that night, with his new extended family.

67 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#2

Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Dustin on a mission in the Upside Down post s4. They’ve got everything they think they need, including walkman and tapes just in case. It’s only supposed to be a recon mission while Vecna is still weak. But then Steve gets Vecna’d and while Robin and Dustin are struggling to get the right tape and get the headphones on Steve, he starts floating and they’re panicking. But then music begins to play. Not from the walkman. And then Dustin sees him. Eddie. He comes flying down from the sky with his giant bat wings, guitar in his hands as he plays a song for Steve.

93 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, so is the “Professor” (or whoever the fuck that was because that very much was not the beloved Professor) like possibly planning to Silence of the Lambs Ryan? Like that’s what the moisturizer was about right? Needs Ryan’s skin to be soft for a meat suit?

623 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

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fuck u little bitch

Confession #769