THE LOVE CONFESSIONS MEME

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 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

Comments

wouldn't expect it any other way*

[affectioning]

[ Somehow, Scott managed to get to sleep tonight. Somehow. Considering the kidnappings and the alpha's - which hadn't been ruled out as the same thing - he had a lot to worry about. He had a mini-pack to worry about. He wondered about Boyd and Erica. But no clues had come through. He could only do so much. He was still an exhausted teenager and that meant acccidentally falling asleep over The Sound and the Fury. He was post shower so he laid there in black boxers and nothing else with the book closed by his nose. He'd stretched out completely, starfishing on his bed. He was in this sleep for the long haul. Tonight he was sleeping soundly.

Correction.

He was sleeping soundly.

Werewolf senses made it very difficult to stay asleep. Did I say difficult? I meant, impossible. The tapping at his window caused him to blink his eyes open. Well, damn it. ]

Stiles, I will -

[ But, the suddenly alert Scott made eye contact with his ex boyfriend. He was tapping at his window. Which really meant he had to have climbed up. He checked his phone. There'd been no text, no call. Alan had just shown up there. He'd done his best to not think about him. He'd preoccupied himself. Deliberately. And yet, here they were - face to face behind glass.

He rolled off of his bed, feet hitting the floor lightly. Sitting up, he wiped at his eyes. Without thinking, he got up, padded over to the window and opened it. It was only polite. ]

What are you doing here?

[ But, he did move back to give him room to climb in. He didn't want his ex arrested for peeping or breaking and entering. He still cared about him. And that was the absolute difficult truth. He cared. He still cared. Tattoo and all. This wouldn't be easy. But, they'd broken up for many deliberate reasons. Keeping things from one another, his sudden offensive against all things werewolf and their slow deterioration as an actual couple.

Yet here he was. At his window. Funny how things worked out. ]

[silverson]

[He smiled when Scott came over, a hand on the glass as he opened it. The moonlight from the half moon came in, illuminating him enough to show Alan that Scott had done some personal growth over the summer. Holy abs. Wait, was that a tattoo? Jesus. When had he gone from a ten to a fifty?

Alan was a stupid almost man.

Window open, he tried to climb in quietly, but he sort of tripped over the sill and wound up falling against Scott. The falling was completely unintentional. The 'accidental' groping along his arms and chest, not so much.]

Oops. Sorry. I just... hey, look at you. You're up. Scotty's up. Uppity Scotty. Whatchya doing up?

[Because clearly someone had forgotten they'd just woken up said ex boyfriend with window tapping. Or that they'd climbed on their roof. Or that they were drunk. Most of all, they definitely forgot they were drunk.]

What am I doing here? I don't know. The cab dropped me off here so I figured maybe the cab knew something I didn't. The better question is what are you doing here?

[He would be so embarrassed later at this complete lack of sense he was making, but for now, the question gave him a reason to poke a finger into Scott's chest. Yep, he'd definitely fleshed out.]

[affectioning]

[ Scott caught him, holding him up. It wasn't difficult what with his amazing agility and strength. He looked around them, realizing his room was pretty messy. He wasn't expecting company and he hadn't had real time to clean it in days.

And Alan was drunk. ]

I was sleeping. [ He wasn't up. Now, he was up. ]

A cab dropped you off? [ He'd expected maybe Lydia. Or, before realizing he was completely drunk, he'd expected Alan to drive himself. ]

I live here. [ He gave him a half smile. He lowered Alan onto his desk chair, finally letting go. ] I'm going to get you some water. [ Going into his bathroom, he filled up the cup he usually used to rinse his mouth out with. Turning the faucet off, he returned, holding the cup out to him. ] You should drink some.

[silverson]

[Alan went easily into the chair, taking the time to enjoy having Scott's arms around him. He'd missed that. Scott was so warm. It wasn't fair.

He frowned at the glass when it was presented to him, pushing it slowly away.]

I don't want to drink more. People keep telling me to drink more. I drank, okay? I didn't even want to.

[Enter the sulk phase of Alan's drunkness.]

Lydia tricked me into going out with her. And then there was handsy mcgropesasses being all... gropey. Totally uncool. But that's okay. I snuck out. They prob'bly don't even know I'm gone. 'Cept maybe gropey. He might be missing out on groping. But screw that. He smelled like cigarettes and bad breath.

[He looked up at Scott, a thoughtful look on his face.]

You smell better. You always smell better. Look better too.

[affectioning]

This is water, Allison.

[ He set the glass on the desk next to her. ]

You're drunk.

[silverson]

No I'm not.

[Okay, maybe he was a little, but whatever, Scott. What did that matter? The point was that he was here and Scott was here and that was a good thing. There was no dying or screaming and that was also good.]

You got a tattoo.

[affectioning]

I did.

[ So? ]

[silverson]

Why'd you do that?

[He let his finger come out and touch the black band, feeling smooth skin instead of... what? What had he been expecting?]

It looks good. But you already knew that, right? Because you always look good.

[affectioning]

I guess. I did it because I wanted to.

[silverson]

Mm.

[He grabbed the water and took a sip, turning it from that into a guzzle as he finished it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he set it down, then looked up at Scott.]

You're so pretty. How come? S'not fair.

[affectioning]

Um. Thanks? [ He scratches the back of his head. ] Lucky, I guess? [ He shrugs. ] Do you want more?

[silverson]

No. Not water.

[He huffs looking Scott over, who was still standing in front of him in his underwear. Kind of unfair, Scott.]

Might want more of you.

[affectioning]

Alan...

[ He doesn't mean to stand close enough so that Alan is eye level with his underwear. It's just happening that way. ]

[silverson]

Scott...

[There's a smile as he mimics his ex, hands coming up to rest just over the jut of his hip bones.]

You're not just pretty, Scott. You're hot. And sexy.

[affectioning]

... Thanks.

[ This is a bad idea. A bad position. There's so much not being said. so much between them. ]

[silverson]

[Alan leans forward, turning so his cheek is pressing against the front of Scott's underwear. His arms move to wind around him as he nuzzles against him.]

And you smell good.

[affectioning]

[ It's hard (literally) not to react to that. He looks away. Up. He tries his damnedest not to touch Alan. ]

[silverson]

[Alan's not going to make it easy, continuing to nuzzle against him until he turns his head and places a kiss on him over the underwear.]

I bet you still taste good.

[affectioning]

[ He breathes out, looking down at him. ]

I don't know.

[ He wouldn't know. ]

[silverson]

[His mouth brushes over the front of his underwear, looking up at Scott with a hopeful expression. That they've broken up is completely irrelevant right now. Right now he's right there and he smells just like he remembered and he wanted it back.]

Can I have a taste?

[affectioning]

I'm [ a breath ] not going to stop you.

[silverson]

Can I have a kiss?

[He smiled up at Scott as he played with the elastic band, chin brushing over him.]