#accidental confessions

[phoxphenex]

hi!! can i maybe request dream members accidentally texting you about his crush on you thinking it’s another member pls^^

YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING!! i hope you like how it came out 💗💗

𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨

#nct dream #nct social media au #scenarios #little buddy renjun #accidental confessions #anon request #daddy chenle #heart emoji

[cantstoptheimagines]

Accidental Confessions (Tom Lucitor | Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Summary — You’ve been keeping a secret for a rather long time... until Star lets it slip.

Requested by anonymous — Can I request a fluffy imagine with prompts: “I love you.” and [starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion] about how would Tom Lucitor (Star vs Force of Evil) reacts to his shy!gn!human! reader accidentally confessed their romantic feelings to him? Hint: He has his romantic feelings for them too! 💗 I live for flustered Tom Lucitor (Star vs Force of Evil)! 💕 Please?? ~🐇

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Pure, simple fluff; love confession; kissing; Star can’t keep a secret; Tom being the Prince of the Underworld; I haven’t watched this show in forever.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 427. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This isn’t very long, but I hope you enjoy it! ➳ “I love you.”

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You loved Star Butterfly with all your heart. Truly, you did. She was one of your best friends and confidants... which may have been a mistake because she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

When she had introduced you and Tom to one another, she didn’t think much of it. That is, until a few months ago when you confided in her, revealing that you had a major crush on the Prince of the Underworld.

She had immediately squealed and ripped out her dimensional scissors, eager to transport you both to Tom’s doorstep so you could confess your feelings for him. Her smile, however, had quickly disappeared when you swore her to secrecy. There was no way you were telling Tom anything.

But now, Star was in trouble. Her hands were covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared at Tom. His jaw had dropped in surprise, leaving him almost incapable of asking, “They like me?”

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” said Star, though her words were muffled. “Pretend I didn’t say that!”

“Star!” exclaimed Tom, grabbing the magical princess’s shoulders. “Is this for real?!”

“What’s for real?”

The two were startled by the sound of your voice. Star quickly made her escape, avoiding eye contact as much as possible when she breezed past you. Once she had disappeared, you furrowed your eyebrows and gave Tom a confused smile, “What’s up with her?”

“I love you.”

You reeled back in surprise. You looked around the room for any sign that your friends were playing a (cruel) joke on you. Tom took this as his opportunity to approach you.

Coming to the conclusion that there were, in fact, no cameras in the room, you chuckled nervously, “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Did you not hear me the first time?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, “but what exactly did Star tell you?”

Tom smiled, “Enough for me to know that you like me back.”

“And you’re okay with that—?”

Tom groaned loudly, deciding that words clearly weren’t getting through to you. He reached out to hold the back of your neck. In the blink of an eye (or three, in his case), he had pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It didn’t take you very long to weave your hands into his hair, tugging him closer to you.

Meanwhile, Star peeked around the corner and sighed in relief when she realized that you (probably) weren’t going to be mad at her for accidentally spilling your secret.

#2022 #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil imagine #svtfoe imagine #star vs the forces of evil imagines #svtfoe imagines #star vs the forces of evil x reader #svtfoe x reader #tom lucitor imagine #tom lucitor imagines #tom lucitor x reader #accidental confessions #requested

[rae-is-typing]

In Which He Accidentally Confesses || Asahi, Iwaizumi

Notes: huge thanks to @millenialfanfictionaddiction​​ for proof reading!!

Description: he accidentally confesses his feelings

Warnings: swearing, iwa is insecure, asahi catastrophizes and then runs into a door

Image count: 10

Masterlist

Azumane Asahi

Iwaizumi Hajime

#hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #asahi is a bb #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi azumane fake texts #iwaizumi hajime fake texts #asahi social media au #asahi azumane social media au #iwaizumi hajime social media au #iwaizumi hajime smau #accidental confessions #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu smau #softie iwaizumi hajime #softie asahi azumane #bullyoikawa2022

[iamdexter123]

A work colleague commented that she and her kids are listening to Harry Potter audio books together and were currently up to book three. It was after I excitedly revealed book three was my favourite because I had a mad crush on Remus Lupin and her accompanying look of surprise that I realised maybe not everyone falls in love with fictional characters.

I obviously didn’t find that embarrassing enough because to justify my crush on Lupin, I went on to explain he wasn’t my first love - Atticus Finch was - as though that somehow made it more reasonable, and her expression changed from one of surprise to confusion as I concluded that I think I am attracted to damaged fictional men. I let that hang in the air for a bit before wishing her a good weekend and leaving.

#accidental confessions #blorbo #harry potter #to kill a mockingbird #stream of consciousness thought out loud at work #it was not the weirdest conversation I’d had that day #seriously though who DOESN’T fall in love with characters #or maybe I’ve spent too much time on tumblr

[improper-use-of-germx]

Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.

#can you tell im a fan of accidental/drunk confessions #alien x human #alien x reader #monster x human #monster x reader #alien #alien imagines #humans are weird #imagines #humans and aliens #monster boyfriend #alien romance #yandere #just a lil #yandere alien

[natalievoncatte]

Lena didn’t have time for traffic. She looked up from her phone and glared at the back of her driver’s head.

“Frank, why is it taking so long?”

“I’m not Frank, Ma’am. He called out this morning.”

Lena sighed. “And your name?”

“Vincent, ma’am.”

“Vincent, why is this taking so long?”

He signed. “Traffic, ma’am. Sounds like there’s a few blocks downtown closed. Supergirl is fighting some monster or alien or something.”

Lena stopped herself from smiling softly. “Ah, well then. Anyway, might as well see if you can find us a way around. I just don’t like to stand still.”

The driver nodded.

“What do you think about Supergirl, ma’am?”

Lena sighed. “Forgive me, Vincent, but I do have some work to concentrate on, here. I’m not usually one for chitchat. I hope you don’t mind.”

She sank back into her seat and flicked to the next email. There were a lot of fires to put out. Upcoming product launches, grant applications, university partnerships, charity events, plus her own work. She was becoming so strained lately that she was seriously considering stepping down from the direct CEO role so she could spend more time in the lab, where her real passion was.

Sometimes she almost sympathized with Lex; the life of a CEO could easily drive someone insane. Lena would rather spend her days in a labcoat or doing charity work than listening to another entitled silver spoon-

“You’re going the wrong way,” Lena said, sharply.

“I’m finding a way around,” said the driver. “You know, you never answered my question, before. What do you think of Supergirl?”

Lena stuffed her phone in her pocket and thrust her hand in her jacket, freeing the concealed revolver she carried in a shoulder holster under her left arm. The partition was already going up, sealing her in.

“What are you doing?”

“Answer my question,” the driver said, through a speaker.

Lena swallowed hard. “I think she’s a hero but I don’t fully trust her. I work with her when I feel it will help people. That’s all.”

“That’s not what your mother thinks.”

“Isn’t it?” said Lena. “What does she think?”

“Are you fucking her?”

Lena barked out a laugh. “Are you serious? That’s her question?”

“Are you fucking her like you debased yourself with that little tart in boarding school?”

There was silent beat.

“She told me to say that. She made me practice saying ‘tart’.”

He sounded almost bored.

“Fuck you,” Lena snapped. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it.”

“Nothing personal,” said the driver.

Lena sighed, almost annoyed at the hiss as a thin, chemical smelling gas hissed into the car, rising around her. She forced herself to stay calm, stoic, even her pulse raced.

“I’m not afraid of you, or her,” said Lena.

She coughed twice as the world irises shut around her, dragging her down into a cold, dreamless sleep.

When she snapped awake, she was alone. The partition was open, but the gun was gone from her holster. She felt around for it, then decided to clamber into the front seat, rolling over the seats facing her. The driver was gone, of course. Heavy chains were padlocked around the car, pinning the front doors shut.

There was a tape recorder sitting on the front seat. Lena ignored it as she looked around. The car was surrounded by metal walls, and a creep sense of dread rose up Lena’s spine. She fought the panic down, dropping into the driver’s seat.

Placing the tape deck on the dash, she pushed the okay button.

“Hello, Lena,” Lilian said, in her smooth, posh tones. Lena could hear that smarmy smirk forming around her words.

“You’re probably expecting an ultimatum or an offer. There will be none. I’m through trying to bring my husband’s wayward bastard back into the fold. When you betrayed Lex again, you burned your last chance. It’s time to take out the trash, Lena. I wish I could have throttled you in the cradle, but I didn’t know about you and your mother until it was too late. It’s time to correct that. It’s too bad we won’t be there to watch.”

Watch what?

Lena sat and waited. Whoever was sent to murder her had no sense of dramatic timing. She began rifling through the car, trying to take stock of what she had, what she could use to effect an escape. Breaking the-

A sharp shriek of metal cut through her thoughts. The side walls inched forward with a screech of metal, and Lena froze, terror piercing through her like an icy spike.

Oh.

Oh God.

The walls moved slightly more, and the rear view mirrors on both sides of the car exploded. The mechanism pushing the walls strained and groaned, and that was the only mercy she had.

She was in a car crusher. In the car.

The armored structure of her town car was too heavy for the machine to simply crush, but she had minutes at most. Metal groaned in protest, shrieking around her, and the glass quivered in the doors.

Oh God. Oh God.

She wasn’t going to panic. She wasn’t going to panic. She ripped open every single compartment and cubby she could find, but found only monogrammed glassware and a bottle of champagne. There was nothing.

A random, forgotten Lexosuit would be really useful right about now.

With a sudden shriek, the car began to collapse. The bulletproof glass buckled and shattered, pelting the front seat as she rolled into the back, and the doors buckled in, tearing loose from their hinges as the floor and roof began to fold.

A sudden, ringing, frankly stupid thought came into her head, but it was her best play.

Lena Luthor filled her lungs. She took in the biggest, deepest breath of her life, a breath worthy of a championship deep diver, and screamed at the top of her lungs, until it hurt.

“SUPERGIRL!”

She had to scramble into the back seat as the engine began pushing through the dashboard, ripping apart plastic and leather, splintering buried wood. Lena ducked as the roof crumpled and dove in, like the roof of a dragon’s mouth crushing down to pulp her. She closed her eyes and curled in on herself, hoping it would at least be over fast.

A single ringing thought bit through the fear.

Oh God. Kara’s waiting for me at the restaurant.

Around her metal shrieked, and she heard the vast clang of rending machinery. The inexorable crushing stopped, the bucking limousine going still. Lena opened her eyes, peering through her fingers like a terrified child, and watched in awe as one of the crushed plates tore loose from its moorings and went flying off into the afternoon air.

Hands, strangely delicate, punched through armor plating as if it were cobwebs and ripped the broken shell of Lena’s limo apart, spreading it in every direction.

Lena had never seen Supergirl so panicked. Her eyes were too wide with abject terror, and she seized Lena in her arms, winding her cape around her, and rocketed loose from the car.

Lena’s words were lost to the wind. Supergirl was blasting into the air, flying incredibly fast- too fast. Helpless, she clung to the hero for dear life, feeling woozy as the blood drained from her skull.

She thought, oh, come on, as she passed out again.

When her eyes drifted open, Lena was lying on the ground. Groaning, she sat up slowly, feeling every movement, and realized she’d been lying on a spread red blanket with her suit jacket piled up under her head for a pillow, and she was in the woods. The sun had yielded to the sky, and someone had started a roaring fire a few feet away.

Grateful for the warmth, Lena edged closer. As she did, she realized that she was sitting not on a blanket but on Supergirl’s cape.

Blinking, she looked around.

Supergirl had her back to a tree, curled up on herself with her head hanging between her knees, arms wrapped around to cover her face, and she was sobbing quietly. Lena stared, open-mouthed.

“Supergirl?” she breathed.

Supergirl didn’t respond. Lena rose to her feet, wobbling, and discarded her heels before walking across a bed of soft leaves. She crouched in front of the weeping Kryptonian, stunned when the other woman flinched.

“Supergirl?”

“Lena?”

Her voice was small and soft, all the bravado and righteous authority gone. She sounded strangely human.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

“I think I am,” said Lena. “What about you? Are you hurt?”

“No,” she sniffed. “A Tauraxian hit me in the head with a greyhound bus. Tuesday afternoon at the office.”

Lena laughed softly, and sat down. “I’m sure. What just happened?”

Supergirl swallowed hard as she looked up. “I panicked. I saw what was happening and I lost control. I’m lucky I didn’t hurt you.”

Lena put a tentative hand in on her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“More than you realize,” Supergirl sighed.

“I’m here,” said Lena.

She sat down. Supergirl looked away from her, staring I to the fire a few feet away. In starlight, with the firelight caressing her delicate features and sparkling in her blue eyes, it was impossible to miss how hauntingly beautiful she was… and how haunted herself. Supergirl looked older than her years, a deep sorrow in her eyes that Lena had never seen before.

“I’m claustrophobic,” Supergirl explained. “Not the kind of thing that you advertise.”

“We all have our fears. I have some of my own.”

Lena pushed down thoughts of a pale hand sliding beneath churning black water and shuddered.

With teary eyes, Supergirl looked at her.

“I can’t. I can’t have fears. I’m Supergirl. I have to be perfect, set an example, all that crap. I’m the perfect woman who came from the sky to do only good.”

The perfect woman, Lena thought, consuming the firelit beauty before her. No one would debate that.

Well, Lena would, maybe. There was someone more perfect, someone soft and kind with a devastating smile and laughing eyes tinged with strange sorrow. She hoped Kara wasn’t worrying about her.

It was funny how Lena always thought of Kara when Supergirl was around. Guilt, maybe. Foolish guilt; Kara was a far shore that Lena would never reach, even if she’d gladly sink in the attempt.

“Before I came to Earth, I drifted in the phantom zone in my pod. There were things outside. The pod was the size of a coffin, a tiny space to spend all that time. The phantoms would claw and slash at the canopy and the walls. I was awake for days hearing them trying to get in. Sometimes there were bigger things out there, wrapping arms around it and trying to crush their way in.”

Lena nodded. “That sounds beyond terrible. It’s okay for you to be scared after that.”

Supergirl nodded. “I can barely handle elevators sometimes.”

A jolt went through Lena, something familiar, like a word on the tip of her brain.

“I get scared when other people are enclosed, too,” said Supergirl. “When I saw something trying to crush you, I just lost it. It’s different when it’s you.”

Lena swallowed hard, trying to suppress the shiver that coursed through her body and made the small hairs on her arms stand on end.

“Back in high school, the other girls used to bully me,” said Supergirl. Once, they locked me in a closet in the locker room. I screamed and screamed until until someone let me out. Alex was furious, she…”

Supergirl went quiet, trailing off. Her eyes went wide and she jolted back.

Lena sat there for a second, unsure why…

Wait.

Alex?

High school? Supergirl went to high school?

With Alex? Alex Danvers?

Lena choked down a gasp, the wheels whirling in her head. She looked over and met Supergirl’s eyes, studying them. Her. The way the light played across her soft features, her honey hair, the little scar above her eye.

“Hi, Lena.”

“Hi, Kara,” Lena whispered.

Neither of them moved. Lena wondered briefly if Kara had ever planned to tell her, how she might have planned it. Probably not like this. Her throat bobbed.

Lena shifted closer, until they were hip to hip in a seated hug, Kara crying softly on Lena’s shoulder, powerful arms wrapped around her.

“I was scared,” said Lena. “I was afraid I was going to die and you’d be sitting at the table at the restaurant waiting for me.”

“Never,” said Kara. “I’ll always protect you.”

“And I’ll always protect you. Nobody is ever going to shove my Kara in a closet ever again.”

Kara let out a little gasp.

“Can we stay here for a while? Talk? Just you and me?”

Kara nodded. She stood and gathered up her cape as Lena moved close to the fire, and sat down, wrapping it around them both. Lena let her head fall on Kara’s shoulder.

“This makes a nice blanket.”

“It is a blanket. My cousin was swaddled in it when he came to Earth. Don’t worry, I washed it.”

Lena laughed softly, awkwardly trying to decide where to put her hands. She settled on being bold, and put her arm around Kara’s waist. Kara slipped her arms around her shoulder and pulled her in, and Lena hugged her back, tucking herself into Kara’s shoulder.

They sat for a while as the fire burned down low. It was full dark and the fire was nothing but coals.

“I was going to tell you. I wanted to.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Okay,” Kara sighed.

Lena swallowed hard, trying not to feel her blood rushing in her ears.

“You know,” she said. “You could kiss me right now, if you wanted. That seems like the kind of thing the hero does after saving the girl.”

“I could?” said Kara.

“You could.”

“Like this?”

Kara was trying to be smooth, and it made it hard for Lena not to giggle. She tipped Lena’s chin up with soft fingers and guided herself in, bringing their lips together. Kara kissed her softly, tentatively. Lena kissed her back just as softly, afraid this moment would shatter if she pressed too hard.

It was easy to shift herself into Kara’s lap, even before Kara lifted her there. Lena knew she was strong but not Kryptonian strong, and it it sent a thrill through her. She liked it.

She liked touching Kara, too. Liked feeling the bunching muscles flex under under hands, the softness of her hair, the way she gasped when she felt Lena’s lips on her throat.

“Never have I wished so badly for a tent and sleeping bags,” said Lena.

“And marshmallows to toast!” said Kara.

“Do you ever stop thinking about food?” Lena giggled.

Kara looked at her intently, and Lena shivered, not from the cold. She’d longed for Kara to see her like that, look at her like that.

“Sometimes,” Kara whispered. “Sometimes I think about other things.”

“We should probably go back,” said Lena. “We have people who are probably looking for us.”

Kara nodded.

“Do you want this to be… do you want us to be?”

“Kara,” said Lena, “I would have asked you out a year ago if I thought I had a chance. I thought you just wanted to be friends.”

Kara swallowed. “Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?”

Lena smiled softly. “Yes.”

Kara rose and clasped her cape to her shoulders, then gently brought Lena to her feet and lifted her from the ground, holding her close.

“Not so fast this time, okay?”

“Okay,” said Kara, lifting them back into the sky.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #campfire confession #accidental identity reveal #softcorp

[luxaofhesperides]

“You know, I never realized how true the ‘eyes are the windows to your soul’ thing was until I saw yours.” + fluff + cafe AU ; requested by @kiv1!

He’s sure Danny didn’t expect to see him every other day after he casually mentioned that he had gotten a part time job at a local cafe. However, as his friend, it is Duke’s moral duty to only get coffee from that shop while Danny is on shift, specifically to annoy him. 

Also, so he can support his friend, but being annoying takes priority.

It’s a routine now, for both of them. Danny clocks in for his shift and an hour later Duke is strolling into the cafe with his eyes locked on Danny’s. The rest of the baristas always shove Danny up to the register when they see Duke, taking over whatever order he was making. Even some of the other regulars turn their attention up to the counter, hoping for another few minutes of entertainment.

Danny sighs as he gets ready to input Duke’s order. It’s never the same one, because Duke would hate to be predictable and make things easier for Danny, but it has the side effect of making him realize that some of the expensive, seasonal drinks are really good. 

It’s a bit hard on his wallet, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay for teasing Danny. 

“Hey,” he greets cheerfully as he leans against the counter, grinning at Danny.

Danny sighs again. “What can I get you today, random customer that keeps bothering me.”

“A latte, but make it sweet somehow. And iced.”

“What size would you like?”

“Let’s go with medium today.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah.” Duke leans closer to Danny, watching as he fights down a smile. “I just gotta say that you got gorgeous eyes. You know, I never realized how true the ‘eyes are the window to your soul thing’ was until I saw yours.”

Danny considers this for a moment, then shakes his head. “It kind of sounds like your trying to steal my soul through my eyes.”

“Why is that what your mind goes to?”

“Well. I watched Coraline last night.”

Duke stares at Danny, taking in the dark circles under his eyes. “...Didn’t you say that movie gave you nightmares as a kid?”

“Yeah! And it turns out, it gives me nightmares even now!”

“And ruined my pick up line,” Duke complains playfully.

“It was too cheesy anyways,” Danny replies, putting Duke’s order into the screen. It prints a moment later, no doubt with some bizarre name since Danny refuses to actually name Duke on his orders, and then recites the price. 

He pays and watches as Danny slaps the order onto a medium sized up, then tosses it over to the barista making the drinks. He’s not actually sure what her name is since she refuses to wear a name tag, but she always gives him a wave and also a rating of how good his pick up lines are.

“Seven out of ten!” she calls out to him today, then gets started on making his drink.

“I don’t see why you don’t flirt with anyone else,” Danny says, “I’m pretty sure my coworkers like your pick up lines even more than they like me.”

“Why would I want to flirt with them? Danny, I’m literally only here to bother you.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Yeah, trust me, I know. My good looks just keep pulling in business.”

He says it like a joke, but it’s true. Duke has noticed it. Danny’s coworkers have noticed it. His manager noticed it and now has him out on the floor every shift. If they can get him to work on the chalkboard sign outside, or wipe down the two tables out front, then they do it, because Danny is Midwestern to his core and it’s very charming in a place like Gotham. He smiles at people as they walk by, happily answers their questions when they ask him what the cafe serves, recommends food and drinks for them, is generally a bright and nice person to everyone who comes near the cafe. 

His cute looks draw people in, then his personality makes them stay. 

It’s all customer service, of course, because Duke never gets the cute, sunny Danny. He’s left with the sarcastic, rude, and funny Danny that’s been his friend since they met in junior year of high school. 

“Your eyes are really pretty, though,” Duke says, “Very blue. Sometimes green. It’s no wonder people keep falling for you!”

Danny reaches across the counter to shove Duke away, but he’s blushing, so Duke is counting it as a win. “Shut up. Now you’re just lying. My eyes are never green.”

“Yes, they are. Danny, I’ve seen them multiple times. They’re green sometimes.”

“No? My eyes have literally only ever been blue. They’re the bluest blue to ever blue. They don’t just turn green.”

They squint at each other for a long moment, trying to figure out who’s wrong and in what way. Duke’s pretty sure Danny’s wrong, since he can’t exactly see his own eyes, and Duke has spent an embarrassing amount of time just admiring how nice they are in different kinds of light. But also, they are Danny’s eyes, so he should know what color they are.

Then Danny’s coworker is setting down Duke’s drink on the pick up counter, giving Danny an excuse to get back to work.

“One medium oatmeal cookie iced latte for Cornelius Aggravating Douglas.” He holds up the drink and makes very direct eye contact with Duke, holding out the drink towards him.

“Did you really have to make the initials ‘Cad’?”

“Yes.”

“Fair enough,” Duke says, making Danny crack a smile. 

“Are you heading out after this?”

Duke grabs a straw and sticks it into his latte, swirling it around some. “That was the plan, yeah. Got a few library books to pick up. Why?”

“I got approval for a half shift today, so I’m off in like ten minutes, if you wanna wait for me.”

“Hell yeah, dude! I’ll wait outside so I don’t distract you with my flirtatious winks again.”

“Get out of here,” Danny laughs. Duke lifts his drink in a quick toast, then gets out of there. He takes a seat at one of the tables out front, content to just people watch as he slowly sips his latte.  

It’s cloudy out, but not raining, which is always a plus. As much as he’d like to see the sun, these kinds of days aren’t so bad, either. The wind still carries a bit of a chill, but the spring is steadily warming things up. There are tons of people out, a constant rush of movement, but a few do catch sight of him, then look towards the cafe, their steps slowing down as they think. Most keep walking, but Duke does manage to get a few to go in just by taking a long sip of his latte to really enjoy it.

Really, he should be getting compensated for the work he’s doing to draw people in. Danny’s not the only one who can do it. 

Bruce keeps offering him money, so he doesn’t need to get paid, but maybe he can convince the other employees to talk Danny into accepting one of his pick up lines so they can go on a date one of these days. 

It’s become a bit of a joke, but the first time Duke used a cheesy pick up line on Danny, he was being absolutely serious about it. He definitely shouldn’t have used a pick up line he found from a website centered on relationship advice, but he panicked and needed some extra help. 

Instead of smoothly asking Danny out on a date, Duke froze up, blurted out the pick up line, then had to laugh it off with Danny and pretend it was a joke. 

He still wishes he was able to ask Danny out properly before, but he’s also glad that they got to spend more time as friends, getting to know each other. It’s easier to be with him now, no longer so tongue tied and flustered. 

Duke gets to fluster Danny now, which is much better. 

And maybe one day his pick up lines will work! Sooner or later Danny’s going to question why he keeps doing this, and then he’ll connect the dots and understand what Duke feels for him.

As it is, he has yet to connect shit. 

“My eyes are definitely blue,” Danny says as he walks out of the cafe, messenger bag slung over his shoulder. “I checked while I was putting my apron away.”

“You’re still on that?”

“They’re blue.”

Duke gestures for Danny to come closer. He complies and leans down, letting Duke cup his face in his hands. He checks, considers, then checks again, and says, “They are indeed blue.”

“Told you they weren’t green,” Danny says smugly, pulling back. 

“And I said they were green sometimes. Now clearly isn’t one of those times, but they do turn green!”

“I don’t think you should be allowed to say any eye-related pick up lines until you admit that you were wrong and didn’t know my eye color.”

Shaking his head, Duke stands up and pushes in his chair. “Just wait, I’ll catch it sometime and prove it to you.”

“Sure, whatever. Don’t you have library books to get?”

“Yeah, you coming with?”

“Obviously. Why else would I leave my wonderful job where I am left alone to make drinks in peace?” Danny knocks his shoulder against Duke playfully, then reaches over and steals his drink right out of his hand. He takes a sip, makes a pleased hum, and drains half of what was left in the cup. 

“Hey!” Duke moves to take it back, which is naturally the exact moment Danny takes off running, effortlessly dodging everyone else on the sidewalk. He takes off after Danny, using his powers to make sure he can move out of the way of anything or anyone who gets in his path. 

They’re past the block when Danny starts to slow down, taking another sip of Duke’s latte. 

He puts on a final burst of speed and all but tackles Danny into the mouth of an alley, reaching for his cup. “Gotcha!”

“No!” Danny wails dramatically. He takes a step back and Duke watches as his power kicks up again, showing him a vision of Danny stepping on an empty can and falling back. Except he doesn’t really fall back? His foot rolls back on the can for a second, then goes through the can and settles back onto the ground where he catches his balance. Through the entire three second fall, Danny’s eyes are a bright green, brighter than Duke’s ever seen them.

His vision fades away and he moves to catch Danny, taking the chance to watch carefully as Danny’s foot does indeed go through the can. He quickly brings his gaze up to Danny’s eyes, which are green, but not inhumanly bright like they were in his vision.

Is the green not perceptible to normal humans?

He can probably only see it due to his powers. Which means he somewhat inadvertently outed himself as a meta.

Whoops!

Might as well just bite the bullet.

“Hey, do you have powers?” 

Danny chokes, shoving Duke away as he coughs and tries to clear his throat. He looks panicked, wild-eyed, searching for an escape route. “What? No. Why would I have powers? Maybe you have powers, have you ever considered that?”

“I mean. I do have powers. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Hold up. Stop talking. You have powers?”

“And your eyes are green sometimes.”

“That’s. No, they’re not,” Danny lies. It’s a very bad lie, seeing how on edge he is, and as much as Duke hates making Danny feel like that, he did get some bad habits while training with Bruce and this is one of them: the need to keep pushing, chasing after clear answers regardless of what the cost is. 

Duke shrugs, taking a sip of his latte, down to its last few mouthfuls, acting casual. “If you say so. But my powers don’t lie, man. As much as I wish they would, sometimes.”

“...Can we not do this out here?” The defeated tone Danny speaks with makes Duke hate himself. But he needs answers now. He needs to know if Danny is like him, if he’s safe, if he needs help. He needs it more than he needs Danny to like him at all. 

“Sure. I know a few quiet places we can talk.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Danny mutters. “Did my eyes really give it away?”

“Yeah. I mean, to be fair, I also didn’t realize until literally right now, so I don’t think anyone else will figure it out just from staring into your eyes.”

“See, this is what happens when you keep flirting when you don’t mean it. Secrets get pulled out into the open and it’s bad for everyone!”

Duke lightly punches Danny’s arm, trying to lift the mood. “Hey, who said I didn’t mean it?”

“What?”

“Who said I didn’t mean it when I flirt with you?”

Danny blinks at him, confused, then says, “I mean, no one I guess. But it’s pretty obvious?”

“I only flirt with you, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Duke says, trying to ignore how his voice shakes slightly. “There’s another one of my secrets. Can we call it even now?”

“Oh!” The shock of the revelation distracts Danny from his earlier nerves. Which is great, because now Duke is the one who’s nervous. It’s worth it, though, seeing the pretty blush come to bloom on Danny’s cheeks. “So all those pick up lines—”

“Yeah.”

“And the pick up line made you realize my powers!” 

“These pick up lines are doing the most,” Duke agrees. And then he realizes, “Hey, you what this means? I was right! Your eyes are windows to your soul!”

“I’m going to hit you,” Danny says, already winding back for a solid punch. He lets Danny hit him since it’s only fair for the stress he caused; as a meta, Duke knows how important secrecy is, how the difference between life and death can be just how well his powers are hidden. 

“Are we even now?”

Danny considers him for a moment, then sighs. “Yeah, I guess. Let’s be done with this for now, okay? Let’s go to the library.”

He refuses to entertain any conversation about powers or Duke’s feelings for him. It’s nice to spend time with Danny, but by the end, Duke is sure he can feel his heart start to crack in half. A sleepless night awaits him when he gets home, moving past his cousin’s attempts to talk to him in favor of flopping face down onto his bed.

But the next day, Danny grins at him when he walks into the cafe. He doesn’t have a new pick up line, choosing instead to act as calm and casual as possible to give Danny some space.

Also breaking routine, Danny insists on personally making Duke’s drink, writing something onto the cup before he fills it up with a floral tea. 

You’re so fine, you made me forget my pick up line, is scrawled on the side of his cup when he gets it. 

“Enjoy your drink, Cutiepie the Third,” Danny says with a shy smile.

“The Third?” Duke repeats, relief making him feel lighter than air, “Who are the first two?”

“Don’t worry about it, cutie. Get to class!”

Duke lets Danny chase him out, and holds in his laugh when he hears Danny’s coworker screech, “What was that?!”

Yeah, they’ll be fine. In the meantime, Duke needs to see if apology pick up lines are thing. Danny definitely deserves one.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #duke went from flirting to accidentally outing both himself AND danny as people w powers. and then lowkey confessing. disaster <3 #meanwhile danny has been slowly falling for duke bc of his cute and cheesy pick up lines that he always turned into a joke bc he didnt #believe that it was real. and also his coworkers would embarrass him if he got too flustered #they all ship him and duke btw. so do some of the regulars #coffe with a two minute show lol #thank you for the prompt!!

[tennessoui]

alrightalrightalright what about an au where newly knighted obi-wan kenobi is working as a jedi on a hugely top secret project in the middle of nowhere, outer rim, with a very small amount of help from the jedi order and strict instructions to not let anyone know what he's doing - and one night he gets involved in something he has no business getting involved in but this is obi-wan, after all, he never can leave well enough alone. he's trying to bust and rescue a slave ring he uncovers (again, completely on accident, he just took a night off for a drink)

and he decides to go undercover himself to get back to where the (pleasure) slaves are being held so he can set about freeing them, but before he's done, smuggler anakin skywalker bursts in and rushes all of them onto his ship to get them away, taking well-meaning but solidly jedi obi-wan with him

but obi-wan IS under strict orders to not disclose anything about himself or why he was on the planet because this is a super secret jedi project....and anakin thinks he just rescued him from slavery, so it's not like he can just politely ask to be dropped back off roughly around the location he was picked up

and the longer they fly about the galaxy, the more obi-wan is hesitant to return at all. not that he has issues with the order or anything. not that he doesn't feel extremely uncomfortable lying to anakin about his past when anakin is being very kind and understanding and opening up about his own past as a slave....

but despite his duty to the order to return to that planet, despite the guilt he feels when he cannot be as honest with anakin as the smuggler is with him....he sorta...he sorta really likes the other man. he likes the type of freedom he's showing him. he likes the miniature missions they send themselves on. he especially likes the way he catches anakin looking at him sometimes from the pilot's seat, as if he's the biggest, most precious, most unexpected gift he has ever received

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #too bad it's all built on LIES #which im sure anakin would be totally alright with finding out 100% #no so i went back and forth on their ages on this one #but as always when i say i went back and forth on something - i chose what i wrote down lol it's not up for changing #it's because i watched young ewan mcgregor too recently #but also i like the idea of a new knight obi-wan being accidentally kidnapped and forcibly shown the outer rim #a part of the galaxy he hardly ever went to as a padawan #younger obi-wan feels more malleable for this au #which definitely would resolve with obi-wan confessing to being a jedi and then being dropped off and then yearning to be back #with anakin on his dingy little ship and it only takes a few days for him to realize it but when he does he has to go find anakin again #coin toss on if anakin is rouhgly the same age #or if he's older

[carmyboobear]

carmy confessing to reader ❤️

YESSSS okay there are so many ways this could go. In my professional opinion I think Carmy would be SO nervous, even if he thinks you like him back. Because that’s just the sort of person he is. He’d probably just accidentally let it slip one day.

“You don’t have to be so damn cute about everything,” he says, mostly to himself, but when the words slip out and he sees your expression, he knows he can’t take it back.

“What?” You say, because that’s all you can think to say to that. Carmy’s standing there, the tips of his ears slowly turning pink.

“Uh.” His eyes close, eyebrows pinching as he processes what just happened. “So, uh…I didn’t think I said that out loud. But, ah…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I…I guess I just did.”

“Carmy, I…” You hold back a laugh. That would be too mean, but you can’t help your smile. “What is this? What’re you saying?”

He’s silent for a while. His mouth opens so many times as if he’s going to speak, but then it closes. He turns and steps in place, stress knitted into every expression and movement. You can’t help but feel a little bad for him.

“Okay, I—look. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” he starts, almost muttering to himself, “but here’s the thing. I, uh…I like you. A lot.” He laughs breathily, an exasperated thing. “And I didn’t mean to let it slip—“

“Carmy,” you try, but for once he can’t stop talking.

“And I, I know you don’t give a shit about me like that. It’s fine,” he says quickly, like he’s trying to slap a bandaid over a wound. “You’re too good for me. You are. So just forget I ever said anything, okay? We can go back to just being friends, just being, normal—“

“Carmen!” You say sharply, because he’s not stopping, and he stops. “Slow down. So let me get this straight—you like me. And not just like a friend.”

“…Yeah,” he says after a beat. His cheeks are flushed. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Okay,” you say. “So what’s the problem?”

“Huh?”

“Because I don’t see a problem here.” You’re standing closer to him now. You can smell his musk, cigarettes, and his faded cologne. “Do you?”

“Uh…” His eyes flutter shut as you lean in closer to him. “No, I suppose I don’t,” he says lowly, and he presses his smiling lips against yours.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #carmy x reader #jeremy allen white #my asks #my blurbs #anyway YAYYY thanks for the ask I had fun!! I am an accidental confession truther #carmy is just anxious at his core and wouldn’t confess even if he knew you liked him back bc he’s crazy #he’s just like me fr…. #Hope u enjoy!!!!! #carmy #reader

[zoroslost]

Law getting absolutely wasted during a party with the Strawhat crew and ranting to Luffy about how he hates him. How he never follows the plan and always takes the stupidest, most bullheaded action he can convince of. How childish he is and how he makes Law be childish too.

How he hates that Luffy ruined his plans to die for his revenge. How he gave him something to live for. A dream. How dare he give Law something to live for.

Bepo decides that maybe Law is a little too far gone and moves to separate them, concerned that his captain is about to start a war with the Strawhat pirates that they will not be able to win. But when he tries to separate Law from Luffy’s side, Law surprises everyone present by throwing his arms around Luffy’s neck in a tight hug. He continues his rant.

How dare Luffy make him care again and then just expect them to go back to how it was before. To not be around eachother anymore.

And Luffy just puts his straw hat on Law’s head and hugs him back.

The next morning, Law wakes up trapped by a rubber prison as Luffy decided to use him as a pillow. He tries to extract himself (so he can throw himself off the ship and not have to deal with the embarrassment of his actions), but his movements rouse Luffy. Luffy blinks up at him with a wide smile and says, “I love you too Torao!”

#they’re just *clenches fist* so soft #I love accidental confessions #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #lawlu #one piece #homegrown worms

[phoxphenex]

hi!! i saw your last update and i really like it!! can i request the same but this time y/n exposing they crush on them

YESSSS OFC MY LOVE 💕💕💕💕💕

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

#nct dream #nct social media au #anon request #heart emoji #accidental confessions #thank you so much for requesting!!

[starryeyedjanai]

As soon as the words left her mouth, Robin wished she could take them back.

Because I love you rang out like an echo in her ears.

“You—what?” Chrissy asked, eyes wide and shocked.

Robin had just wanted to tell Chrissy that she deserved better, to make her see she deserved more than crumbs from the people she dated. But Chrissy had gotten a little defensive and the words had blurted out of Robin’s mouth when Chrissy asked why she even cared.

“Robin,” Chrissy whispered, her eyes now wet with unshed tears and Robin had to leave. She couldn't stay and have the love of her life tell her to her face that she didn't want her. She already knew.

She shook her head and made for the door—to leave, to get out of here, to go anywhere but here.

She felt a hand on her wrist, softly wrapping around it like she could shake it free if she wanted to. She didn't want to. She’d never been able to pull away from Chrissy even when it hurt her.

She turned back.

“I didn't know you felt that way,” Chrissy said, pulling at her wrist, still gentle.

Robin stepped closer—she’d go wherever Chrissy wanted her to.

“If you’re gonna break my heart, please just do it so I can leave,” Robin said, voice shaky.

“I don't wanna break your heart,” Chrissy said, tears finally falling over her lashes. “I wanna kiss you and tell you that I love you too.”

Robin brought her hands up to wipe away the spilled tears, searching Chrissy’s face for a lie but finding none.

“I love you,” Chrissy said again, and Robin let out a laugh, a fragile little thing.

She cupped Chrissy’s face and pressed her mouth against hers, whispering the words back.

#stwgdailyprompt #buckingham #stranger things #accidental confessions my beloved #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #drabble #triple drabble! #janai.doc #prompt: accidental confessions

[rae-is-typing]

In Which He Accidentally Confesses || Bokuto, Akaashi

Notes: huge thanks to @millenialfanfictionaddiction​​​ for proof reading!!

Description: he accidentally confesses his feelings

Warnings: bokuto is an anxious baby, akaashi is embarrassed 

Image count: 6

Masterlist

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

#bokuto koutaro x reader #precious baby boy #bokuto smau #bokuto fake texts #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi smau #akaashi fake texts #akaashi x female reader #akaashi x you #bokuto x female reader #accidental confessions #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu social media au #bokuto kotaro fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji fluff #fake boyfriend texts

[ianthedebonair]

In true FHR fashion, you get to decide what Damien would say, leading to two different 🌶️spicy🌶️ scenes ( iykyk 👀👉🏽👈🏽). Choices/links below the cut:

Let Ricardo take charge

"I want to try something out..."

Disclaimer: Links above lead to gratuitous, self-indulgent smut. Definitely not safe for work. You've been warned.

(Also, reblogs are disabled on the linked posts. So, if you're planning to, reblog this one instead and give the gift of choice to your (adult) followers this Christmas 😊)

#fhr #fallen hero #chargestep #ricardo ortega #sidestep #damien becker #this is set sometime post-puppetcrash where ortega has been a secret crash until damien ran his mouth off and accidentally confessed #also props to actual writers because how the fuck do you write sexy dialogue #the links lead to private posts so let me know if you can't see it #but if it doesn't work maybe because it's a sign from god and you all should think twice about sinning lol #art #my art #suggestive #check out @iansfw if you still can't see it 😭😭

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

do you want to be needed, or do you want to be wanted?

*throws this betrothed au sappiness at you* i hope u enjoy this despite how low effort and smashed together it is pls forgive me srry *scuttles back under my littel moss covered rock*

#bones of a rabbit #bones of a rabbit art #comic #fnaf au #fnaf eclipse x y/n #fnaf eclipse x reader #betrothed au #royals x servant au #royal eclipse #sappy bullshi #silly fluff #fluff n romaaance #kisses n smooches #doodles #sketches #sappy robot bois #tw crying #loneliness and uncertainty #tfw ur afraid of losing ur biggest supporter and best friend but then u somehow accidentally confess that ur big stupid in love w them #lol oops :3c

[thelockedtombsexywoman]

#reading this part of the book for this and oh my god it’s so funny #everyone being so mean to Harrow about her terrible soup #augustine joking about how she should confess if she accidentally chopped part of her body off and got it in the food #‘let me give you a list of my favourite foods so you can get them interestingly wrong’ #the fact that line seems to be genuine. man’s so bored of his favourite food he wants it cooked badly just for some variety