dramatical confessions

We Just Hit 30k!

Originally posted by qmiko

I…I’m speechless, lovelies! To celebrate, I will be releasing something special each day next week (30th to the 5th of May). Since you lovelies seem to want to know more about me, a lot of these will be just for you~

Here’s next week’s schedule of events:

Sunday (30th): Voice Reveal!

Monday (1st): My Favorite Things!

Tuesday (2nd): Misc. Voice Requests!***

Wednesday (3rd): This Or That!

Thursday (4th): Q/A Time!

Friday (5th): A (Stupid) Dramatic Reading!

Saturday (6th): Confessions!

***if I asked you for a voice request that you REALLY want me to do, please let me know ASAP before Tuesday! I’ve misplaced the list…

I hope you enjoy the festivities! Please note that I will still be posting regularly during the celebration.

notes | just  little love confession fic because I was feeling dramatic apparently and wanted to reference some great favorite movie/lit quotes. See if you can figure out where they’re all from!

title | a confession {original, I know!}

“I…” he’s standing on the middle of a sidewalk, staring at the most incredible woman he’s ever known, mouth half open, eyes taking her in, choking on everything he wants to say because he doesn’t know how to say it.

He knows all the cliches, he’s read all the stories and seen all the movies and he knows all the lines that all the great romances start with (“If I’m a bird, you’re a bird”, “What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the world and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down”, “I wish I knew how to quit you”, “You had me at hello”, “Do I love you? My god if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches”, “I just want you to know that you’re very special.. and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has”, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more”) but they all tangle, somehow completely insufficient, for all the things he wants to say to Caitlin Snow, standing in front of him, dark eyes growing distant with the length of his silence.

“Cait, I,” he tries again, takes an unsteady step forward, only to watch the divot between her brows deepen, uncertain, as her walls begin to shore themselves, as the careful layers she wraps herself in begin to retreat a little bit, safeguarding that beautiful heart of hers that has far too often been broken. He’s making the most ridiculous mess of his whole thing (but then again, he’s Barry Allen, and making a mess of things is really what he’s best at, both after and before the whole saving the world thing).

“Barry, it’s okay…” she starts, slow and measured and careful and so gently understanding. She’s giving him an out, thinks that everything that’s lead up to this point was a mistake, or heat of the moment, or something equally absurd and she’s giving him an out to save face and run off and reassert their usual status quo and that, that practical and patient act of utter Caitlin-ness, that’s what spurs him forward. Because god damn this woman has been hurt and broken and somehow she keeps finding ways to give more and do more and sacrifice more and he will not be the thing that hurts her next. Not if he can help it.

“No Caitlin,” he steps forward again, this time feeling his feet steady beneath him, “no it’s not okay.”

It gives her pause, because she straightens up a little, the emotion behind all that guarded brown sharpening a bit as she searches his expression.

“I’ve been dancing around this for months now, afraid of what it meant for me and us and the team and everything we do and I just can’t anymore.” The words are falling out fast now and maybe they’re the right ones, but they’re the only words he has and damn it, he just wants to tell her, just wants her to know that he thinks she’s the most amazing person he’s ever met and that even if he could do this without her, he wouldn’t want to. It wouldn’t mean anything without her.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before Caitlin, like the whole ground might get torn out from under my feet if you walked away. Like it wouldn’t matter if I could run ten times in the speed of light, if I didn’t always know I’d get to run back to you when the day was done. Like the admiration of the city is nothing compared to the way your smile says you’re proud of me when I make the right choice in a fight.” Somehow, through all of it, he’s been moving closer to her, one hand lifting to brush at the curls along the side of her face, tucking them back so he can settle his palm against her cheek, gaze locked sincerely with hers. “I couldn’t be me without you Cait, not the Flash and especially not Barry Allen – I wouldn’t want to be: I love you.”

The wash of her warm breath as she exhales sends a shiver up his spine, even as her expression softens fondly and a twitch of a smile dances across her mouth. “I love you too Barry.”

I know nothing about The Bachelor but...

AU where Captain America: Civil War is a bisexual season of The Bachelor. Bucky’s probably not even a fucking contestant – he’s the best friend that comes to vet everyone and see if they’re good enough for Steve – but Steve completely ditches all of the contestants to spend time with Bucky. And he bails on dates and things to call Bucky when Bucky’s not there! And what do you know? Bucky hates every single contestant. Every. Single. One. 

There’s a dramatic, on-camera love confession, and then for the first time in Bachelor history, the bachelor goes to the fantasy suite with someone who ISN’T A CONTESTANT. The host – Natasha? Fury? – acts scandalized, but of course, it’s the best twist in the history of the show. 


stumbled upon the holy grail of FOB confessions after Tumblr suggested we follow it. here’s our gift to you on the 8th day of the 12 days of FOB, a dramatic reading of Fall Out Boy fan confessions.


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