Apparently, if you’re a woman, being clear and direct is too much. You’re supposed to soften every sentence, throw in a few “just checking in” or “sorry to bother you,” and ideally, speak like you’re applying for permission to exist.
The world gets weirdly fragile when a woman stops performing sweetness and dares to lead, to guide, to say what she actually thinks. Suddenly, you’re “intense” or “difficult” or “a bit much.”
Meanwhile, a man can bark orders and he’s “assertive” or “leadership material.” Must be nice.
And then there’s me — absolutely no poker face. If I think it, you’ll probably see it on my face before I even say it. Not to offend anyone, but because I literally can’t lie to myself to keep others comfortable.
I don’t speak to disrespect — I speak to be honest. People love to preach openness and tolerance, but the second you say something that challenges their bubble, they panic.
I’d be frustrated if I still gave a fuck.
But no — I’ve learned to love myself as I am. No filter. No performance. No apologies.
I’ll speak my truth — loudly, clearly, and without a single smiley face.
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Hi! Just discovered this and it's so sweet of all of you to run this blog! I'm a sucker for truth serum/spell fics where one or both (of A/C) have to resist the urge to give in and just spill all of their feelings. I've read the lovely cyankelpie's Thou Shall Not Lie & others with a similar vibe, but I'm trying to find more niche ones. Wondering if you know of any? Thanks!
Hello. Here are some fics to add to our #truth serum and #truth spell tags...
Synchronized by EdosianOrchids901 (T)
“Aziraphale. What did you do?”
Aziraphale’s expression wrenched with something. Pain, maybe. And then he blurted, “I read a spell from the book aloud because I was curious, and I think it was a real truth spell, and now I can’t lie.”
Nothing but the truth by UnproblematicMe (T)
It is around 8 pm. Anathema is at Crowley’s door, supporting a dopey-grinning Aziraphale.
True Love by AppleSeeds (T)
His love for Aziraphale, the apothecary's son, is Prince Crowley's most closely-guarded secret, but keeping his mouth shut under the influence of a truth serum might prove to be more than he can manage.
And Nothing But the Truth by 29Pieces (G)
Gabriel wants answers about how Aziraphale survived the hellfire. He's determined to get the truth, by any means necessary, and a truth serum seems just the thing. He's about to get way, way more than he bargained for... A story as told by the Bookshop and the Bentley.
A Midsummer Afternoon's Curse by cyankelpie (G)
(Aziraphale is the victim of a love spell, and needs Crowley’s help to break it. Which is a problem, because it’s very difficult for Crowley to focus while Aziraphale lavishes him with affection.)
The rest of the sentence got knocked out of him by a large, off-white blur that flew out of the door and tackled him. “Crowley,” said a familiar voice, though the breathy fondness and affection in said voice was anything but familiar. “I knew you’d come.”
Oh. It was Crowley. Crowley was the target of Aziraphale’s magical infatuation. Aziraphale wanted Crowley’s help ridding him of this newfound affection for Crowley.
And Crowley, who somehow needed to be the level-headed one in this situation, was utterly fucked.
Sigh No More by KitschyKit (E)
“Aziraphale?” He prompted as he fiddled with the seal of the bottle, tugging at the stubborn cork. His sharp fangs came down to worry at his bottom lip. “Your idea?”
“I’ll get to it in a minute.” Aziraphale looked practically disheveled, and beautiful, and despite everything that happened, he looked perfectly, utterly, calm. “I was hoping to talk about us.”
The cork gave, and Crowley hit himself in the face.
Crowley’s venom is a truth serum, one he has used on himself for centuries, dosing himself in private to admit to his own carefully buried feelings— but accidents happen, and Crowley bites himself the night after the Apocalypse.
There are a thousand and one ways to say I love you, and consent is a part of every single one.
Of Truths And Other Absurd Notions by WaitingToBeBroken (M)
Crowley is hit with a curse that makes it very deadly not to Tell the Truth. Which, considering the fact he is a demon and has been hiding a particular secret from a particular angel for 6 thousand years, is not ideal.
The way Aziraphale is fretting over him and touching him is really not helping.
The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed (G)
London, 1999
An ancient, mysterious tome bearing a powerful curse arrives in AZ Fell's - and Aziraphale is tasked with finding out why the demons want it so much.
But his strange behavior quickly suggests that the curse is affecting him, too.
And what is the secret that Crowley keeps for twenty years?
Soulless Sam in ‘You Can’t Handle the Truth’ trying to keep his cover but Dean keeps asking sappy questions.
“Hey, Sammy, you remember when you were 8 and you scraped up your knee at school? You wouldn’t stop crying until the teachers came and got me from my class…” Dean asks, soft voiced and timbre, the motel dimly lit by the street lamps outside and Sam’s luminescent laptop screen.
No. “Yeah, De, ‘course.” Sam hums. “New school, unfamiliar people- just wanted you.”
“Sammy?” He asks, for what feels like the millionth time. “Yeah?” Sam answers.
“Do you love me?”
Jesus Christ. Sam has to close his eyes so he doesn’t roll them- hard. Not that he’d be able to see it. “Yes, Dean. I love you.”
“Are you- are you in love with me?” Dean breathes. Sam can really only see his silhouette in the darkness, propped up on the other bed, that and the nervous glint in his eyes.
Sam can’t remember what it felt like to love, but he knows he used to. Answering that question- in any caliber- will undoubtedly distract Dean from the hunt and cause a whole litany of problems.
From the drowsiness in Dean’s voice, Sam thinks he can get away with disobeying the compulsion pattern. Dean probably won’t remember a word of this in the morning.
“Go to sleep, Dean. I’ll keep watching the tapes.”
“He’s an amazing cookie, truly. He works so terribly hard to make sure cookies are happy… including myself. He’s beautiful— Ethereal, really. The way he smiles warms my heart, and his laugh is absolutely adorable. He’s so terribly kind, willing to help, and answer anyone who has a question… I worry about him greatly though…”
merlin being hit with a truth spell or potion or whatever and being so stressed that he’s gonna reveal his magic to arthur only to find that he can’t insult or tease arthur anymore bc every time arthur instigates their banter, merlin starts to go on and on about how arthur makes him so happy and the love he feels for him is immeasurable and how he’d burn the world just to keep him warm
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Summary: You’re falling behind in class and need some extra help. Of course, you want to ask your crush Riddle for help, but you’re sure he’s just going to laugh at you. A close friend of yours believes it’s time for some intervention...
Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 699
Warning: Slight cringe
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You sighed. “Riddle is so smart.”
Trey glanced over at you, bewildered. “Where did this come from?”
Shrugging, you went back to the tart you were making. “Just an observation, that’s all.”
“Right…”
“Well, he is smart.”
“He is.” Trey furrowed his brows. “This has nothing to do with you failing Professor Trein’s history of magic class, right?”
You glared at him. “I’m not failing his class! I’m just not doing as well as I like.”
“Alright, alright. So are you going to ask him to tutor you?”
Shrugging again, you answered, “I don’t know. I don’t think the cooking club can handle not having their president around.”
He laughed. “Schedule your tutoring sessions around your meetings.”
Playfully hip-checking him as you put your tart ub the oven, you shot back, “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? Besides, it’s just easier if I tell myself that’s the reason why I haven’t talked to him instead of facing his crushing rejection.”
“Oh please. He’s not going to reject you. He could never reject you.” Trey shook his head with a knowing smile.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ve said too much, But let me give you some advice. When that tart is done, offer it to him and ask him to tutor you. His answer might just surprise you.”
Rolling your eyes, you flicked some flour at him. “Yeah. He’ll apologize and tell me just how busy he is and that he can’t help me.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
And that’s how you ended up in front of Riddle’s door, a strawberry-kiwi tart in your hand. If Trey hadn’t been so insistent on you giving it to Riddle, you would have left it for Ace and Deuce to enjoy. But there was no turning back now, not if you didn’t want to be relentlessly teased by Trey.
You knocked once and he opened the door. “Oh! Y/n! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“I made a new tart I thought you’d like.” You showed him.
“Oh, thank you.” He hesitated for a second before asking, “Would you like to come in?”
You were surprised by his sudden hospitality and nodded. He gestured for you to take a seat. He sat across from you and watched as you cut him a slice of the tart. When you handed it to him, he took a bite.
“My, this is exceptional!” He looked at you with a bright, sincere smile. “I expected nothing less from the ever extraordinary cooking club president! You are truly astonishing!”
An awkward giggle escaped you. “Ah, thanks.”
“You’re so pretty.”
Your jaw dropped. “Pardon?”
He smiled dreamily at you, one hand keeping his chin propped up. “Then again, you’ve always been so pretty. When are you not?”
“Uh, I’m not sure-”
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I held your hand.” His eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought. “Can I?”
“Riddle, are you-”
“So it’s working!” Trey’s voice came from Riddle’s doorway. Catching your confused look, he let out a nervous chuckle. “I may or may not have slipped a truth potion in your tart to give to Riddle.”
“TREY!”
“Hey, neither of you were ever going to make a move. Someone had to intervene.” He then added under his breath, “And Cater’s scissors beat paper.”
“You weren’t sure if you should be offended or embarrassed. However your train of thought was interrupted by Riddle twisting a lock of your hair around his finger. Your face practically burst into flames at his seemingly innocent action.
“Wow, Y/n. You have no idea how much I love you.”
“Well, it sounds like you two have a lot to talk about.” Trey winked at you. “I’ll leave you to it.”
You were about to chase after him when you glanced back at Riddle. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes. Perhaps you could give him a five minute head start. He did give you a shot of courage to tell Riddle how you felt about him after all.
