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uchihastor · 2 months

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two months too late (love witnessed by the stars)

sasusaku blank period week 2024 | day one: rooftop confessions ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Sakura always admired the stars. They were the sole reason on why she loved the night, as mysterious as the sky was.

A obsidian canvas decorated with twinkling lights, the moon glowing calmly down at her. She looked at them and felt so small in comparison, as if she was nothing but a speck of dust. In a way, all of them were.

Her jade green eyes continued inspecting them, connecting the dots and drawing constellations. Just then, a gentle breeze passed through her village, and she breathed deeply the cool night air that felt pleasantly chilly upon her warm skin.

It has been three years since the Fourth Great Shinobi War, and she found herself becoming more restless as time passed by. So after a long day of preparations and negotiations, being alone — watching the stars and the city lights — always managed to calm her down.

And thankfully, laying down on her home's rooftop with the pickup playing her favourite vinyls in the background, and drinking her father's borrowed (stolen) beer straight out of the barrel, wa1s the highlight of her life at the moment.

The air shifted around her suddenly, and in a matter of seconds. Her once relaxed shoulders tensed up, and her half-lidded gaze sharpened with the knowledge of who perched at the railings right besides her.

“Nice of you to visit, stranger,” The bite came out of her tongue rather automatically, but she wasn't allowimg herself to feel nothing more than a tinge of resentment.

(Her heart melted at the sight of his dark eye and his dark soft-looking hair. Her heart, that traitor.)

“Sakura.”

That was it. One utterance of her name, in the most gentle tone she had ever heard from him. She resented herself a little more for recognising the look in his eyes, the way they softened when he looked at her.

“Sasuke,” She parroted, mocking — feeling petty.

She looked away from him, not being able to watch him for much longer. Her heart beat erratically against her ribcage, and she settled down her cup before she could accidentally shutter it.

“...I'm sorry,” He muttered after a pause.

Sakura hummed nonchalantly, inspecting her well-trimmed nails in interest. “So you say.”

His chakra brushed against her own, lighting against earth, scorching hot against cool. It engulfed her slowly, intimately —

— too intimately.

She snapped her head back to him, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Don't do that!” She scowled, glaring.

Sasuke stepped down from the railing, but it was done so effortlessly, and he looked so good doing it — it pissed Sakura off.

“I'd do it again if it makes you look at me, you didn't even chanced a glance,” his lips tilted up in amusement. “Very unlike you.”

Sakura's eyes widened, mouth falling open at the pure audacity that made her cheeks flush red from embarrassment. “I- What did you say?!”

Sasuke tilted his head slightly, very much like a cat, and regarded her with mirth. “I said, I'd do it again if it makes you- foohk ath—”

Sakura covered his mouth before he repeated it for second time. “Got it! Now stop,” she grumbled, before yelping as he licked her palm.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her wrist and warmth enveloped her body. He kissed her inner wrist with soft, if not somewhat dry lips, and proceeded to control her hand upwards to cup his cheek.

“I'm sorry I'm late-”

“-two months! It's been two months!-”

“-I have no excuses.”

As if she couldn't be more mortified, her eyes teared up. “Is this how it's always going to be? You, leaving me hanging every time? I could have moved on!”

“I don't want you to move on.” He almost snapped.

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Are you kidding me you selfish-!”

She pursed her lips together and screamed at the back of her throat, pure frustration leaking out of her. She looked away and snatched her hand from him, chest rising up and down as her vision slowly started seeing red.

Sasuke's jaw clenched. “Look at me.”

“Go fuck youself.”

“Sakura,” His soft tone was gone, showing his own irritation. “I'm not going to say it again.”

The rosette clenched her hands into fists, hating how she turned into a puddle.

Sakura glanced at him, watching him with both caution and hurt, to which she tried to bury.

Sasuke softened. “Can I take you to dinner, now?”

“Hm,” she huffed, tilting her chin up. “You're two months too late.”

He smiled gently, eyes closing. “Well, I'm glad it wasn't four.”

Sakura's eyebrow twitched. “Oh? We turned more talkative now, haven't we? Left behind the depression and pursued a career at comedy?”

Sasuke wisely nodded. “Indeed, it has done wonders to my esteem.”

At that, Sakura barked out a rough laugh. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself.

“I'll need some answers before you take me out, Mr. Uchiha.”

Sasuke paused, fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch her. Instead, he settled for tugging a stray rosey strand behind her ear.

“What are your questions?”

She hummed. “One: where have you been?”

“S-Rank mission, at the Land of Water,” He admitted, despite the fact that he just broke the Code of Shinobi Secrecy. “I had some things to investigate for Kakashi.”

She scrutinized him closely with narrowed eyes, before she nodded. “Two: why the lack of correspondence?”

At this, Sasuke gulped silently and glanced away from her, finding a great interest at her shoes all of the sudden.

“...I'm paranoid,” He said truthfully. “I would never send anything back, not when there's a chance I'm being under surveillance by the enemy forces.”

Sakura softened, yet still held her ground.

“Three,” She croaked out, voice slightly trembling. “Do you like me?”

At this, Sasuke chuckled. “What? Of course not.”

Her heart plummeted, fearing for the worst, thinking that this dinner for him was something he does with platonically-

And suddenly, she felt him poke her forehead right in the middle — just where her seal, her pride and joy, is.

“I love you,” He confessed, causing Sakura's eyes to glisten with unshed tears. “And I will continue doing so, for the rest of my life. Even if you don't want me to.”

Sakura took a deep breath and released it, choking on a cry — or a laugh?

“I will not say it back.”

Sasuke smirked down at her, but rather than taking her into his arms, he kissed her forehead — so tenderly and full with adoration — and tangled his fingers through her hair.

“You don't have to — you've said it so many times before, even the stars have become our witnesses.”

#sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #sakura haruno #blank period #sasusaku blank period #sasusaku blank period 2024 #rooftop confession #fluff #a little angst

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rivalsforlife · 2 months

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persona 3 reload adding features where you can completely bypass having to explicitly reject girls in their social links by locking you onto a platonic route earlier on is great, but it's kinda funny that these choices are usually either "someone thought we were dating? ew that's gross that would cause so many problems for me" or "your heart's fluttering and you want to be around me all the time? it's because we're besties. you're overthinking it."

top two strategies to being friends with girls: a) say the thought of dating her is absolutely repulsive to you b) gaslight her

#shoutout to aigis's platonic rank 9 taking you up to the rooftop confession and giving the exact same speech as the romantic one #only to end with 'I know my wish cannot be granted but... I WANT TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND'#aigis I would love to be your best friend #ramblings

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hannibal-confessions-nbc · 7 months

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People need to stop calling Hugh Dancy a "wee man." And a "little guy." He is FIVE ELEVEN. That's tall. Even for a MAN. Its five inches taller than the average afab person!!! Do people say things like that because he's shorter than Mads??? Because he's not SIX FOOT?? He's literally one single inch shorter than that. Its ridiculous and it makes me SO MAD FOR NO REASON. HE IS NOT SMALL. PLUS HES MUSCULAR. I am SO FUCKING SICK of Will getting twinkified in fanfictions when he is CANONICALLY NOT A FUCKING TWIG. And if he's a "sMoL bEaN" (URHGFFHHD KILLING) WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ABOUT OTHER MEN. I AM FIVE SEVEN. IF HES SMALL WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME????? A FUCKING CHILD????? I WILL NEVER GET TALLER. EVEN IF I TAKE TESTOSTERONE IT WILL PROBABLY NOT MAKE ME TALLER. I AM EIGHTEEN GODDAMN YEARS OLD AND I PROBABLY WONT GET TALLER THAN FIVE SEVEN WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. I AM KILLING IM BITING MURDERING STABBING RIPPING I AM SO MAD. IM NOT "SHORT" But I WILL NEVER BE FUCKING FIVE ELEVEN. WHAT THE FUCK. "SHORT KING" MY ASS FUCK OFF EVERYONE. (AND IM A TOP. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKKNG HARD IT IS TO BE FUCKING SHORTTER THAN EVERYONE AND BE A TOP. SORRY IM DONE NOW)

ANON I FUCKING LOVE YOU. HE IS LITERALLY NOT A WEE MAN 😭

#hannibal confessions #HES TALLER THAN ME. IM NOT SHORT #hugh dancy #will graham #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #SHOUT IT FROM THE FUCKING ROOFTOPS

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soulinkpoetry · 10 months

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There’s something magical about rooftops , as if when you’re closer to the sky your soul feels free to speak of its wants and dreams.

#magical nights #rooftops #soul confessions #romantic #evening sky #soulinkpoetry #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr

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lgcjino · 3 months

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ROOFTOP CONFESSIONS. there comes a day where jino can't seem to keep his feelings to himself anymore, and @lgcjaekyung just so happens to be at the heart of it — nov. '23.

the day is filled with surprises.

where jino was concerned, coming to the company that day, finding out that his unsuspecting actions at the halloween party had granted him such opportunities, had been a pleasant surprise. who knew potentially getting sick off fake candy would lead him to this? however, coming to terms with what he so dearly tried to push to the back of his mind was another story; one that he was willing to keep pushing to the farthest depths of his consciousness.

at least, that had been the plan — until he caught sight of her.

the moment his eyes catch wind of her gaze, it's all but easy smiles, his feet finding their natural pull to her, ready with a quip on the tongue, a long time no see, if anything. but instead —

"hey jae, you got a sec?" is all he can muster.

#th. rooftop confessions #lgcjaekyung

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fearthecoldblood · 2 years

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___ or ___

peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?

tagged by: @austerulous & @derjaegermond <3

tagging: @pistoiet

#this is his dream #his life is pretty much the opposite of most #but it’s what he yearns for #sitting on a rooftop with his companions #admiring the crescent moon bc time isn’t stood still #her features in the gentle candlelight #the scent of new books #written confessions #a beautiful garden of his own creation #just peace and quiet of his own choosing

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ritalnrats · 2 years

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WHEN DO YOU HAVE YOUR SOFT, ITALICIZED “OH?”

the late-night talk: you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.

tagged by: @akeron (tysm for this my love!) tagging: anyone who wants to steal it from me ;)

#[ MUN TAG ]#[ PARTY POISON ] - * MUSINGS #// love this sm #// omg #// this is 100% party #// late night confessions and talks about relationships #// on rooftops or safe houses

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chuluoyi · 2 months

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𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 !

- gojo satoru x reader

valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!

genre/warnings. crack, semi-failed love confession (it's gojo, what do you expect?), poor geto, and of course, fluff !!

notes. i genuinely love writing this :') loser gojo has always have a soft spot in my heart *sighs* i'd recommend listening to beautiful & because of you - beast (highlight) for this !!

a part of gojo's love entries and valentine's special !

Satoru doesn't really pay attention to holidays. To him, it's all the same—he can turn everyday into a holiday if he wanted to.

However, Valentine's Day is an exception. He knows it and is somewhat excited even. Why, you ask? Because this is the moment he has chosen. He's going to make you his on that very day.

He had everything planned out to perfection: skylit rooftop, bouquet of roses, eloquent speech (at least, he thought so). He was going to charm the pants out of you and it'd be a smooth-sailing event, he was sure of it!

At least until he heard that life-shattering gossip—

"I saw Geto-san asking her out for the 14th just now!"

"What?" he snapped his head in Haibara's direction, who was eagerly sharing with him and the others what he had allegedly heard, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

"Ehh, not bad," Shoko mused with a hint of amusement, casting a curious look his way. It was obvious she was enjoying this.

Nanami let out a thoughtful hum. "That's quite a surprise. I didn't think they'll go that fast."

"But how?!" Satoru suddenly exploded, grabbing Haibara by the collar. "How did that slimy bangs go from saying nothing to asking her out?!"

"O-oh Gojo-san! Don't squish me, please!"

And from then onwards, his focus was set: preventing you from falling into Suguru's grimy hands. Absolutely no way! He was so close already. He was on the cusp of winning your heart, and he knew it!

Now, you laughed at his jokes, you didn't ignore him as much, and you even asked him if he was okay after his recent mission! That was huge progress, even Satoru knew as much. And no, even if it was Suguru, he refused to hand you over to him.

On the 14th, you were going to be his... even if it cost him everything!

Gojo Satoru is annoying. You supposed you knew that already, but over these past few days, his ability to get on your nerves somehow had ascended to a wholly new level.

"I'm telling you, you should go with me! I'm going to take you somewhere amazing!" he practically demanded right up in your space, prompting you to let out a long-drawn sigh.

By all means, his attempts to woo you were all lame. He didn't know the first thing about being humble, and logically, you should have been more inclined to push him away.

‘Should’ being the operative word, because, somehow, over the past few weeks, you've started to see his antics as not just bearable but even endearing in a way. No one had ever pursued you with such relentless zeal before him, and it became increasingly difficult to overlook the way your heart fluttered in response to his (occasionally dubious) attempts to win you over.

So, right now, it really wasn't because you were playing hard to get. "Gojo, I've told you already. I can't on that day, I've already got plans," you sighed, exasperated.

He shot you a glance, his expression shifting into a brazenly raised eyebrow. "With Suguru?"

"How do you—"

"Tell him no," Satoru pressed, scowling. "Tell him I asked you first."

"In fact, he asked first—"

“Just say no!”

“No!”

"You're seriously going on a date with him?" he questioned, almost in disbelief. "And what, you're going to confess to him too?"

His tone didn't sit well with you, causing your irritation to rise. You frowned and retorted boldly, "And if I do? It's not like you can do anything about it anyway."

Wait, that actually hurts. Satoru was now irked too. Hadn't he shown enough for you to understand just how much of a big deal it was for him? Didn't you know he actually likes you so much that it made him toss and turn on some nights?

(No, you didn't really know. He just made himself look stupid most of the time. You were not that impressed.)

"As a matter of fact, I can," he began, expression turning into a slight sneer. "I can and I will if you still insist on going with him."

"Wha?"

"I'm going to crash your party so hard, you'll wish you hadn't gone behind my back. The audacity he has, trying to steal my girl!"

"You sound like a creep," you couldn't help blurting out, wide-eyed. "And I'm not your girl—"

"You—are quite heartless." His gaze on you behind that glasses hardened, and you were suddenly taken aback by how upset he looked. "I'm giving you my all—I think about you all day and night I think it's actually making me crazy!"

You stared at him, genuinely dumbfounded this time, realizing that somehow or another now, he was pouring his emotions out.

"Nothing I say will make sense to you, but whatever—" he exhaled sharply in frustration. "It's always you—in my mind. Compared to anyone else now, you're the prettiest. And if you were to ask me to pull a Blue on Ichiji right now, I'd probably do it! You see now—what you have done to me?"

"Ichiji? Gojo—!"

"You might think I did all of this for your attention, and yes, you’re right! That's how much you've messed with my head!"

. . .

Oh, now he had really gone and done it, hadn't he? He had laid it all bare, every last bit of it—the chaotic heap stacking up as his botched confession. And there were no roses, no rooftop, and none of the grandeur he had envisioned. This was so not how he wanted it to go at all.

Satoru grimaced, suddenly regretting this turn of events. He had seen it coming already—you calling him a total weirdo and then leaving him in the dust. Just the thought was enough to make his heart squeeze. Wanting to escape before it became a reality, he abruptly turned on his heel and walked away from you.

He barely made it a few steps away before he felt a firm tug on his arm.

"Wait! Gojo!"

You grabbed his arm tightly, forcing him to turn towards you. Satoru stubbornly refused to meet your gaze, his lips pressed into a massive pout. Yet, beyond that display of defiance, you could discern a hint of heartbreak splashed across his face, and it made your stomach churn.

Always trying to make you look at him. Always trying to get you to smile through his lame jokes. Making himself stupid on purpose. Frustrated when his feelings went unnoticed… All Gojo Satoru did thus far finally added up.

So it's true... he likes me this much...?

In that moment, warmth flooded through you. This idiot. Everyone said he was no good, but your heart couldn't help but leap, and a flurry of butterflies seemed to dance in your stomach.

In this instant, everything seemed to fall into place. Any doubt you might have melted away, leaving only a sense of certainty about your feelings. Everything just feels absolutely right.

"I'm not going on a date with Geto, you know."

"Huh?" Upon hearing that, he swiveled to face you, his gaze intensively searching your face for further explanation.

With a huff, you elaborated, "It's for my Grade One promotion mission. Geto-san asked to join me for it."

"But why? He doesn't need to—"

"He wants to tag along to absorb more cursed spirits, you see..."

"Oh, amassing new little friends, I see," Satoru quipped, face scrunching up distastefully.

His mood seems better now, you noted. You exhaled, your heart suddenly felt like it was pounding louder. "So, you've got the wrong idea. It sucks but my Valentine's day is going to be spent on a mission."

A beat passed by before he finally spoke again, still sheepish and avoiding eye contact. "I'm coming with you too, for that... mission or whatever."

You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face. "And?"

"And... huh?"

"That's all? Nothing else you want to add?"

And suddenly his eyes sparkled back to life. Beyond those ridiculous round glasses, his bright, yet steadfast eyes met yours with such vibrant shine it made your chest thump so hard and face flush with matching intensity.

Silly, silly boy... liking me so much that he turns stupid.

"Actually, I've got plenty more to say!"

With an indignant snort, you released his arm. "Well, I'm waiting. Because what you just said before has to be the most underwhelming confession I've ever heard."

"Wha? Hey! That wasn't my confession! Just you wait, I'll do it over, and this time, I'll make you swoon so hard you'll forget how Suguru's face looks like!"

And on the night of February 14, he truly surpassed himself once again in making a terrible confession, and yet it still signified the day you truly became his—the beginning of your life together, which along the way, would be filled with more shenanigans, endless laughter and of course, love.

Epilogue

"Haibara, I really thought you're the most sensible here! I can't believe you!"

Suguru massaged his temples with utter grievance. So this was the cause of his headache and constant death stares Satoru gave him these past few days—the three people gathering in front of him!

"I've told you already, Nanami—Gojo is really going through with it," Shoko cackled with utter satisfaction. "Now, pay up."

"Ieiri-san... sigh— from now on, I'm not participating in your bets anymore."

Haibara, who went with Shoko's suggestion to incite this, sheepishly laughed. "Ehe, Geto-san, all that ends well is well though, no?"

"Satoru was really about to skin me alive! Ugh, and you almost ruined my date too..."

"Eh? Date?" All three sets of eyes suddenly fixed on him in utter astonishment. "Who?"

-> continue to 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (with geto suguru—soon!)

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