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LOVE CONFESSIONS


You can't be around this person without your stomach tying up in knots or your heart skipping a beat. You know, all those cliches people use to describe that feeling of being in love with someone close to you.

You've finally decided it's time to share those feelings of yours and get them out in the open, even if it doesn't end well for you!

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1. extravagant confession. You've set up a wonderful night, planned everything down to the T to make sure it's perfect for your confession!
2. note/text. You couldn't do it face to face, so you send a note or a text instead.
3. doomed. You know the other person doesn't love you or just can't be with you, but you need them to know how you feel anyway.
4. childish. You're not actually in love. You just have a childish crush on someone's close to you.
5. bittersweet. Things have all gone to hell anyway, so you might as well let everything out in the open, right?
6. in the heat of the moment. You guys are having an argument and you didn't mean to blurt out how you feel about them, but... oops.
7. serious. You're dead serious about this person, no doubt in your mind, and it's time to tell them.
8. a lie. You don't really love this person, but you're forced to play along either for their sake or because someone is forcing you to.
9. drunk confession. You're not in your right mind, either from drugs or alcohol, and you just let it all hang out about how you feel about this person.
10. lust confession. You don't love them exactly, you just want their body.
11. still in love. You were together once before and broke up for some reason, but you still love this person and they have to know it.
12. other. miss something? Play it out anyway!

Taken from memebells

Comments

These two are idiots

[capfanboy]

[It breaks Phil's heart a little to hear Clint ask that question so casually, but he can't deny it. With a fond smile that is too close to being real for his comfort, Phil leans over to brush his lips over Clint's. He tries to keep it soft and light, but there's something in the back of his mind that demands a bit more.]

When are they ever not?

[aimtrue]

[He indulges himself a little, allowing the kiss to deepen more than he usually would, mostly under the guise of it being for show. They've got to make the guests, and the target, believe they're married. And have been for a while. Easy affection is one way of doing that. Never mind that Clint has really wanted a kiss for a long time.

He pulls away, nudging their noses together.] Watch my back.

[capfanboy]

[Phil brings a hand up on the pretense of brushing his fingers through Clint's hair and he activates Clint's earpiece.]

I always do. Keep it simple and get your ass back here before you make me too jealous.

[aimtrue]

Sure thing, hubby.

[Which is Clint's way of not realising that there's an edge of seriousness there. He's used to flirting with Coulson, but there's never been any follow through. He takes a breath, extracting himself from his side, and making his way over to the bar. Here goes nothing.]

[capfanboy]

[Phil releases him reluctantly and takes a step back.]

Don't keep me waiting too long. [He puts on a smile. Acting like he's madly in love with Clint Barton isn't a difficult thing to do.]

[aimtrue]

[Clint doesn't approach the target directly, but it's clear from the way they're casting their eyes over him that they'd noticed the display. He makes sure that his 'wedding band' is in view, as he waves the bartender down, ordering himself a drink. Just as he's about to pay, a hand covers his. Jackpot.

He gives the target a winning smile, letting him buy his drink. There's a little conversation then, some light flirting, which turns heavy from the target's side. He's had a few to drink, Clint can tell, but he plays along, letting them get up in his personal space. He sets a hand on them, making it seem a little coy, but he uses the opportunity to plant the bug on them. Too damn easy.

He picks up his drink, which he hasn't touched yet, raising it in 'cheers.' As he bids the target good evening, and makes his way over to Coulson. He sips at his drink.] Got a drink, but no number. Guess I'm slipping.

[capfanboy]

[Phil snags another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, downing half of it in one swallow. He has to resist the urge to go over there and steal Clint away. To lay his claim. But, there's work to do and Clint is one of the best they have.

He only relaxes when Clint returns to his side, a possessive arm slipping around his waist.] You don't need a number. You're already spoken for.

[aimtrue]

[Clint lets a smile quirk at his lips, as he gives the target a glance from over his shoulder. He's watching them, so Clint steps closer, and brushes his thumb along his jaw. He leans in, pressing their lips together, giving the target something to look at. They have to make it look as real as possible, and it's easy enough to lose himself in pretending, considering how much he wants it to be real.]

That right? So, what next, sir? Gonna stake your claim?

[capfanboy]

[Phil's watches the mark over Clint's shoulder with what he hopes is jealousy before he lets his eyes close. His arm tightens around him and there's not mistaking the pounding of his heart.]

I think you and I should go back to our hotel room and I'll peel you out of that suit.

[It's not quite a whisper. If someone is listening, the'll hear it.]

[aimtrue]

That a promise? Because I really hate this suit.

[He takes it as the hint that they need to leave, to keep the situation believable, and he's more than happy to turn in for the night. They're sharing a room at the hotel, to keep up appearances. Clint just thinks that Fury knows things, and likes to torture him. He scrunches his nose up, knocking back the rest of his drink, before swiping his tongue out along his lips, to catch the residual liquid that remains after doing so. He rubs his hand at the back of his neck, leaning into the warmth of Coulson's body instinctively, a brief flash of surprise on his face at the heartbeat pounding against him.]

[capfanboy]

You look good in it.

[He knows he gave himself away and the fact that Clint hasn't moved away yet seems to be a good sign. Phil leans over to kiss him again. It's more hesitant and yet even more open and honest than anything they've ever done under cover. This is Phil finally admitting to Clint how he feels and testing the water. Hoping and praying that he was making the right move.]

[aimtrue]

I'd look better out of it.

[Clint's own heart started to race a little. This kiss felt different than the others, something a little more hesitant and sweet, and less the 'act' that they'd been putting on. He allowed himself to hope for a moment, that Coulson wasn't building the believability of their cover, but that doubt was still pressing at the back of his mind.]

[capfanboy]

I think I need physical proof of that. Our part in this is done and it would be a shame to waste the hotel room they were so nice to pay for.

[Phil's taking a chance. He knows that. But it's one he has to take. Otherwise, he would never know. And that might be the worst part.]

[aimtrue]

Hey. Do we get room service?

[Not knowing was always the worst part. Not knowing where the line between them was, if the flirting they'd been doing for years was just as simple as that or more, if Coulson cared even half as much for Clint as Clint did for him.]