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bakerstreet2013-07-15 12:10 pm
dreamlocket) wrote in bakerstreet2013-07-15 12:10 pm
THE LOVE CONFESSIONS MEME
THE LOVE CONFESSIONS MEME
Confessions of feelings are rarely as nice and romantic as they seem in the Hollywood flicks. Sometimes, they're screamed across an empty house as someone leaves. Others, they whispered across white pillow cases as bodies lie close together in the dark. Of course, these feelings may not be returned, but it may be the only shot you have.
If you even meant to spill, anyway.
How to Play
- Comment with your character, putting your information and preferences somewhere in the comment.
- Comment to other characters. Roll the RNG to get your prompt, or pick one.
- Play out the scene and take it whatever direction you'd like.
- Be cute and fun or sad and depressing.
Prompts
1. Planned: You've been planning to tell this person how you feel, and you know exactly the way to do it.
2. Spontaneous: Uh-oh, it just slipped out! Maybe you weren't thinking, maybe it was a fight, but somehow, your secret's out.
3. Heat of the Moment: What's better than calling someone's name out in the trows of passion? Why, telling them you love them, of course!
4. The Last Time: You're coming clean with your feelings because you're dying, moving away, leaving the planet, going to war, whatever. Might as well when you'll probably never see them again.
5. Jealousy: You've seen the one you love in the arms of another, and you just have to let your feelings be known so they don't end up with the wrong person! Selfish, what's selfish?
6. Drunk: A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, so maybe you should be careful what you say, or you'll be telling your best friend you have the hots for her. Awkward.
7. Lie: You don't actually have feelings for this person, but you need them to believe that you do in order to use them, get something, or perhaps to not hurt their feelings.
8. Sweet: You confess...and they feel the same, and have wanted to say it for a while. Oh, how cute! Go on and enjoy your cute little romance.
9. One-sided: One of you confessed, but it's completely unrequited. Can you still be friends, or is that too painful?
10. Forbidden: Your love for this person is totally uncool - not allowed, even. But it has to be brought to light, preferably by you.
11. Unfulfilled: While you both love each other, you decided mutually that this can't go any further.
12. WILDCARD
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I got that. Since you texted me that you needed to talk.
[ He watches him pace some more. He laughs. ]
Stiles.
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[ For once he isn't playing, isn't joking around. Because all he can think about is the look on Scott's face as he dripped gasoline and it's tearing him up every time he closes his eyes. ] I ... it's serious okay? And it could totally ruin everything and I kind of don't even want to.
[ A hand running through his hair as he tugs it nervously. ] But I have to. Because it just ... needs to be said. So I'm going to do it and you need to promise me that if you don't want to speak to me anymore you'll at least let Lydia be our line of communication because you'll still need me to save the day.
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I... promise.
[ But, he knows it would never come to that? ]
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1. That he literally could not cope with the idea of a world without Scott.
2. That he was in ... fuck. ]
I'm in love with you.
[ Just clamping his hand over his mouth because it's EVEN MORE HORRIFYING NOW. ]
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I love you too, Stiles.
[ He's missing it, isn't he? ]
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[ He makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, his hands twitching as he flails and then rubs at his jaw. It's all nervous energy and the dark flash of his eyes and he's clearly freaking out about something. ]
In love. Not - I'm not talking platonic here Scott, I mean literal heart shattering agony kind of ... [ A breath and he looks away, over the debris of Scott's room. Already he kind of feels the fight slipping away away from him. ] I'm in love with you.
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Hey. [ He can deal with this. This is cake. This isn't a lit flare and a body covered in gasoline. This is Stiles Stilinski. The guy who's had his back all his life and vice versa. The guy who freaked out when he thought his penis was strange and let Scott look at it. And when he determined nothing was out of the ordinary, Scott calmed him down by showing his own. They'd mutually masturbated in a tent. Sure, their friendship was pretty weird and probably more codependent then it should be - but that doesn't matter right now.
This is Stiles. ]
Okay. Are you sure? [ He tilts his head in. ]
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[ He fidgets a little, like he's a half a second from bolting out of the room. Except he stands his ground because he's always going to be a little too brave for his own good and the agony of letting this fester would be worse than losing Scott outright.
Or so he thinks anyway. ] I'm sure. [ A nerve ticks in his jaw. ] I've been sure for a while now.
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[ But the way he widens his eyes and pulls a face means he knows that it changed somehow. So his hands keep flexing at his side and his nostril's flair as he takes a breath. ]
Since after Gerard.
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[ Shoulders dropping slightly. ] You just need to know. I couldn't - what if something happens to us? To you or me and you don't know. I just couldn't do that.
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[ Regret mingles with the adrenaline in his veins and he thinks about just taking off, stealing his dad's whiskey and hightailing it out to the woods. Except the woods lost their appeal when people started dying in them. ]
I'm gonna go now.