love confessions

Stiles was twelve when he was given to Derek.

You know you should address this: this need to be something groundbreaking to someone. To want someone to be this obsessed with you, no matter how sick that someone is. You know you would have gone to the police if your stalker was a sleazy, weak-wristed man from the pub. You would’ve moved houses already, changed your name and closed your social media accounts, quit everything if your stalker was small and ugly and weak. But now that you know he’s relatively good-looking, does something dangerous and has a lot of money, and looks like he could fuck and fight half the city by himself, you’re not in that much of a hurry to go to the authorities.

One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means. Alex very narrowly does not break something. (When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that? Yes, it's a You've Got Mail AU.)

Carina, a straight Italian woman, has completed her studies and is going to work and live where she did her last internship in America.She chose to take that internship also because her brother lived there.And her way of thinking was often very different from the Italian way of thinking, which sometimes made her feel uncomfortable in her home country.She is a very creative woman and that led her to finally realize a dream: going to art school in her spare time. Maya Bishop, blonde, gay, Wednesday self-care woman, who teaches at art school and lives with Ford.The new working year is just around the corner and she is looking very much forward to start the lessons this time.

“You’re obsessed, huh?” “Absolutely, indefinitely obsessed.” “Good,” he said, feeling unusually bold all of the sudden, “we make a good pair, ‘cause I’m obsessed too.” A tale about human nature. Remus is an aspiring author, tasked with writing a book about the up and coming, wildly popular band, The Marauders. Sirius, front man, immediately dislikes him because he doesn’t want his life exposed, pried at by some stranger. Stranger becomes friend, friend becomes more. A love story told through music of the time, emotions disguised in lyrics, metaphors, colors, and the attitudes of struggling people.

Alastor finally puts on a damn skirt. It's definitely not what Vox expected, but Alastor didn't anticipate enjoying it quite so much himself, either.

Max Verstappen's life turned around in a short span of a month when he joined the Hamilton-pack. They have been together for fifteen years and a lot of trauma can fit into that time span but so can love. But how did the pack come to be? What are their stories? //can be read as a standalone

[on hiatus, be back soon!] "So you've literally never had an orgasm?" Lesso asks finally, astonished, and no, Clarissa was wrong: the silence was definitely better. "Holy shit." or Clarissa has never explored the whole intimacy thing, and Lesso is a very good teacher.

“You know… Those posters for missing cats and dogs always include some sort of reward.” “Are you asking me for money?” Charles asks, sounding utterly bewildered. Max cackles loudly, and it comes out a little hysterical. “No, Charles. I meant—” “Ah,” Charles says, and then, without any hesitation, drops to his knees between Max’s legs, hands reaching for his belt. or; a fat tabby cat, a presumptuous bottom, a ski trip, and an endeared max verstappen.

Alhaitham's heart galloped in his chest, the only sound in the silent hallway. A moment later, a thunk echoed from the other side of the door, like something heavy had slid down the wall and fallen in a heap, followed by a high-pitched whine. What, Alhaitham thought, was that all about? And how could he make Kaveh do it again? ********Kaveh misinterprets Alhaitham-being-Alhaitham as a full-blown love confession and throws himself at his crush, quite literally.Alhaitham has no idea what he said to cause such an interesting reaction in his prickly roommate, but he's willing to do just about anything to make it happen a second time.Chaos ensues.Chapter 1: Alhaitham's Pet gets a Pet; Chapter 2: If There's a Braincell in this Chapter it is Not With Kaveh; Chapter 3: The Obligatory Earrings Chapter; Chapter 4: Baby's First Date; Chapter 5: We're Gonna Need a Sickfic; Chapter 6: Touch Him, You Die; Chapter 7: Love like a Forest; Chapter 8: "The First Time--" (smuuuuut); Chapter 9: Kaveh's Love Language

"It's time Hinata, no more waiting." Hiashi orders and she withers under his stare, knows her time is up. Though she's known about this day for years, she'd been wishing, hoping he would change his mind and not give into one of Konoha's oldest and cruel traditions. When a suitable girl comes of age and the bribe isn't made, you're sacrificed to the village's jinchuriki…Canon AU

Katsuki is the first one to get his soul mark from their class, which should bring a smug grin to his face, but all it does is gnaw at his insides even more. He already knows his classmates are gonna go around telling everyone whose name they have on them as soon as they get ‘em, and while he would have been willing to tell someone like Eijirou or even Izuku if he pressed enough and his soulmate’s name wasn’t someone they already knew, he’s not so sure about it now. Not when 'Shouto Todoroki' practically bores holes into his face the more he stares at the name. -or, soulmates Katsuki and Shouto falling in love without knowing they're each other's soulmate

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.

“Eddie?" Steve sounds sleep-rough even to his own ears. "What’s up, man? It’s like, midnight.” “I know, I know, sorry, just—“ Eddie takes a breath. “David proposed to me.” Steve feels the world tilt on its axis. “Oh.” “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I said?” Softly, Steve asks, “What did you say?” “I said yes.” (Or, Steve and Eddie navigate their twenties together and apart. Eventually, something has to give.)

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

Instead of being put off, Harry had laughed and agreed they could trial a friends-with-benefits type of relationship. Which they had. It had gone well, so well that their fuck buddies' arrangement had been the longest relationship of Tony’s life, lasting from when they met in ‘07 until ‘09. Until about three months before Afghanistan when Tony fucked it all up. Or the one where Tony is reunited with Harry, who he’s loved for at least three years but never told.

The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.

Things sure do happen when Blitz gets a surprise call from Stolas, who was kidnapped by Striker, and decides to go save him.

He packed up his essentials as the sun rose. All his important documents, ample amounts of clothes, toiletries, chargers for his phone and laptop, and anything else important he could fit in the two duffles he threw in the back of the jeep. Maddie’s Jeep. When she’d given it to him, she told him to go wherever he wanted. He didn’t really know where that was yet, but he figured by the time he reached the airport he’d figure it out. He thought about calling her. He thought about telling her his plan. “No.” He told himself. “She’ll just try and stop me. I need to do this.” After packing up the jeep, he went back inside. He took out a sticky note and a pen and wrote one simple sentence: ‘Don’t come looking for me.’ ——————————————— What if after Eddie blew up at him in the grocery store, Buck decided to run away?

At first, Aphelios had just wanted information. And Sett was willing to give that in return for a fight in The Pit. And after he got what he wanted, Sett assumed that was it. But then Aphelios returned. And very quickly, they fell into a routine. A pattern of Sett waiting and Aphelios returning. And at first, it had just been a physical release. But Sett was only a man. A man with a heart that loved far too easily.

Riki and Sunghoon have always felt this underlying tension between them, one that they’ve never given much though to. A night preparing for their comeback in the practice room leads to something far more which somehow creates more problems than it solves. Can they figure things out? Or are they going to be pulled apart?

“Is that what I think it is?” Buck asked, sounding unsure and apprehensive. He was looking at the little box like it had suddenly grown teeth and was about to start biting.“Buck, I–” “Is this a fucking – Eddie, it's an engagement ring!” he said, a little hysterical.“You and Ana–” Buck rubbed a hand over his face, taking a step back. “Okay, I think I – I need to go.”“Buck, wait! It's not what you think!” Eddie said quickly, but Buck was already grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. Or: Buck finds a ring, freaks out and Eddie finally gets the balls to propose. Sweet, sappy moments ensue.

A fight brings out a startling confession from Eddie, how will Buck react?

“Your logic is incredibly upsetting,” says Minho. His skin crawls– the air in his lungs feels gummy. “You really think–” “Things like this are going to keep happening,” Seungmin interrupts again, and he doesn’t have to specify what this means for Minho to once again be harassed with snapshots of Seungmin beneath him, breathless, calling him sexy. His confidence is starting to slip, mouth being drawn into a tight, thin line. “I’m– if we just fuck and get it over with, we can move on with our lives.” It’s a terrible idea. It’s a terrible fucking idea, and yet.

“You want us to be friends?” Coriolanus asked unconvinced. Why would he go through all of this trouble to be friends with somebody like me? “Yeah why not?” Sejanus smiled. Why not? What did he mean, why not? It was an answer that didn’t satisfy Coriolanus. There was an unsettling feeling in his stomach, that he just knew that they weren’t going to be friends. In which Sejanus finally musters the courage to talk to Coriolanus Snow. The boy he has pinned for years. Changing the course of both boys’ lives for only the better.

Wednesday gets poisoned in class by Xavier who thinks the poison will make her fall in love with him… except he didn’t read what it will do to her so he isn’t very smart turns out.

Angel felt himself float, infatuated with the hope that Husk felt something, anything for him, and would continue to grant him this comfort. Angel just wanted it to last. And it did. Husk let him drape his arm around his shoulder and pull him into a flirty side hug. And outside on the streets or relaxing in the front lobby, Angel found that Husk’s wings began to fall over him impulsively, keeping him close and keeping the cruelness of hell away from the both of them. It was more often than most Husk and Angel would be the last to go to sleep, mostly because Angel got back so late–yet Husk was always waiting for him when he got home. On those nights where Angel was too tired to walk up the stairs just yet, Husk would sit him down at the couches and hand him a cold glass of whiskey. They’d talk until Angel’s voice was low and tired, and real. Or; Angel and Husk's love language is touch. They seriously can't keep their hands to themselves and this begins to cross some boundaries, begging the question: what were they? Could two shitty addicts perhaps be good for each other? Or or; Pure huskerdust fluff!!!!

Basically a chronological one shot/smut book which goes through my own interpretation/headcannons about William and Henry’s relationship. The first two chapters are a repost since I decided this series would make more sense as a chaptered fic :3