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Love confession

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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Edited 2017-08-26 13:26 (UTC)

[ modern au also available. ]

Edited 2017-08-26 14:05 (UTC)

[no 3, please!]

[ ota and crosscanon welcome!! ]

( why are you being mean to me

what about a mash of 5 + 9 of them talking about The Bad Thing aka how joseph probably still has feelings for robert and how fucked their entire situation is :')

are you gonna make me write the starter ya jerk )

[ Sounds perfect ♥ ♥

Also yes I am, I'm mean because I love you and I believe in you.

Write pretty for me. ]

( tfw u take so long to write a starter the idea's almost changed ANYWAY A MISH-MASH OF TALKING ABOUT HOW JOE'S IN LOVE WITH ROBERT AND THAT THING U SAID ON PLURK )

[ This was a bad idea. Robert knows that, objectively, but he still finds himself sitting in the back of his pick up with Mary, after she's had another fight with Joseph, and getting supremely drunk together. This is such a stupid idea because there's a reason they rarely talk about The J-Word when they're drunk and yet here they are.

Talking about it.

About him.

Fuck's sake. ]

Why don't you just get a divorce.

[ There's no intonation at the end of it though, because this is a question that has no answer and Robert's hand curls around the mouth of the tequila (they are getting drunk) and frowning down at the skyline of Maple Bay. His eyes linger on the shore, watching the shadow of the boats floating in their places at the docks and thinking of a certain boat, of a certain boy that still makes his heart clench despite everything. ]

Nevermind, stupid question. He's not fucking around on you in the house now, is he? 'Cause that's pretty fucked up. If he's doing that. Why'd you fight.

[ The problem with getting this drunk though is that Robert loses his filter and gets a little chattier than he usually is. This will not really end well, huh? ]

[ Mary doesn't generally like to talk about her sham of a marriage for a few reasons. Aside from the fact that it tends to ruin whatever mood she's in though, the major reason she simply refuses to talk about it is because there is a whole lot of nothing she can actually do about it. Or rather, that she will do about it. She's considered the options, made her choices, and she sees no good way out of this hell she got herself into. So she drinks. So she flirts, parties, she goes home alone to her marriage bed, does her very best to be a PTA Mom with a hangover, rinse, repeat.

Dwelling too heavily on fruitlessness only makes it worse. Then again, before Robert actually ended up on her side of the war, she'd never had anyone that she could actually talk about it with. Damien...she decided long ago not to burden him with the brunt of her problems, not when he had so many of his own to deal with. She was always the strong one of the two of them, and this was her burden to carry.

Talking to Robert is easy though, when the stars align in the right order and a drunk, melancholic calm settles into her bones. Melancholy sings through her, with her head in Robert's lap, staring out at the twinkling town below. Melancholy and something deeper, resembling some grander angst she's kept mostly to herself for years, letting it gurgle and churn in the pit of her stomach.

She's fucking sad is what she is. Really goddamn sad. ]

If he is, he's doing it with the kids in the house.

[ So, no. No he's not, as far as she knows. She's yet to catch him being that much of a fucking piece of human garbage, anyway. She might even go so far as to say that he's doing okay as a dad. Maybe. Better than her, anyway. ]

That house is like a symbol of how much he's always fucking around on me though, shit.

[It's a beautiful morning. Sun's out, not too hot, perfect for a jog. Which Joseph Christiansen is doing. Jogging. He's not as stringent about it as certain other people in the cul-de-sac, but he tries to at least a couple times a week. Keeping active is important.

And it's a nice little wake-up after last night, in which he spent far too much time with their newest addition to the neighborhood. Joseph... likes him. He's funny in a dorky way, almost innocent and far too sweet. Joseph likes flustering him and they wandered along the marina for hours, Joseph talking about his boat and hinting at taking the guy on it sometime. It was harmless fun. Totally harmless. No sexual tension at all.

He's nearing Robert's house when he decides to head around to the back, just to see if Robert's in his yard. Surprisingly, he is. Joseph peers over the fence, a pearly perfect smile aimed at him and clad in the most stereotypical "white affluent dad out for a morning jog" outfit imaginable, complete with a sweatband. A pastel one.]

Hey, neighbor.

[He calls, friendly and a little flirty like he usually is. Wonder what Rob's up to so early in the morning.]

[ And here's Robert! He is in his backyard, digging holes apparently. Why is he digging holes? Who knows, fuck you. He's not telling. A man's hole-digging is is own private business. The point is, he's got a shovel in one hand, Betsy at his side and looks pretty worked over. Covered in dirt, shirtless and sweaty and only in a pair of shorts. He's not expecting Joseph to pop over the fence and be... himself.

Which of course means that's what happens. Robert glances up and his expression immediately turns into a scowl. He doesn't want to talk to Joseph, especially not now. He's seen what he's been up to with the new guy and it disgusts him, makes him want to go up and tell the guy everything. Tell him that Joseph's a snake, that he can't be trusted, that whatever he tells you is a lie and it will hurt. The old wound feels fresh again now that Joseph's starting his pattern over and Robert doesn't think he can stand being around him longer than he has to, not without saying something he'll regret.

Unfortunately, Betsy looks pleased as punch to see Joseph and lets out a bark as she heads over to where she sees him. Hey, Joseph! ]

Fuck off.

[ A very neighborly morning to you too, Joseph. ]

[Digging holes... uh-huh. Robert looks like a murderer. Just a little bit. A really sexy one. All shiny with sweat, those scars, that body hair he loves... it's hard not to stare. Yeah, even when Robert tells him to fuck off. When Joseph knows things are more than a little awkward between them right now. Oh well.

Betsy comes bounding over and Joseph grins so wide. He hops the fence with ease-- something you learn as a teen delinquent and never forget.]

Hey, Betsy! Who's a good girl? Who's a perfect angel?

[He kneels, full attention given to her. Her little face cupped in his hands, not even flinching when her little tongue licks his face, and tons of scritches around the ears. The back. Down to her little butt. Joseph has basically forgotten Robert exists with his dog all over him.]

[ He didn't murder anyone!! There's a totally rational reason why he's digging these holes but he still doesn't need to tell anyone what it is. They're his holes, god damnit.

But his teeth do grit and he feels pretty annoyed as he watches Joseph hop his fence and get all lovey dovey with his dog. He jams the shovel into the ground and leans on it, one arm on the shovel and the other on his hip as he doubles up on his glare. He doesn't need this right now! He was content to be miserable about Joseph later when he bought a bunch of White Zin and rented some artsy French romance films. That's his dealing with Joseph time, alright!!

Betsy, on the other hand, is being an absolute ham and slobbering all over Joseph and his scritches. She loves his scritches! He gives the best ones! Betsy is also a traitor. ]

This is private property, Christiansen, and I already told you to fuck off the once. Shouldn't need to say it twice.

[ HE'S GOT NO TIME FOR THIS WHITE BOY. ]

[Robert looks pissed when Joseph sneaks a glance at him. Well, Robert looks pissed most of the time, so that's not exactly unexpected. Nor concerning. The both of them... well, Robert seemed to give up waiting on Joseph to change his mind about the marriage. And Joseph, conflict-avoidant as always, has been trying to just keep things civil between them. Like they're just friends who had some benefits at one point. And maybe still do sometimes. But...

He can just tell that Robert's more sour on it than he is. Which, Joseph supposes in his less-selfish mind, is fair. Because all of this is kind of falling on Joseph to make a choice, and Joseph still doesn't know what to do. There's just a lot at stake, all right?

And at the moment, he'd rather just pet this Boston terrier.]

Sir, I have to inform you that you have a dangerous animal on the loose.

[He has to stop (his extremely convincing act) and chuckle though, considering Betsy is now licking his ear, and doing that terribly adorable snorty-snuffly thing along with it. No man can endure such a combo.]

She's mauling me right now.

[ The civility burns more than it should, really. He'd rather a clean break, the two of them going their separate ways than whatever this is. No real explosion of things, just resentment building up to the point where Robert just stopped showing up. Stopped giving in. Stopped everything. He knew Joseph wouldn't because why would he? But Robert had to set some limits and he's been... better since.

(But not by much. Sometimes he's also... weak. Lets Joseph in anyway.)

Either way, it makes this whole thing grating and make Robert want to strangle Joseph. How can he be the way he is with Robert and still flirt with other men? Still continue to cheat on his wife? Does he have no... guilt? No shame? Probably not.

Still, Joseph keeps joking and Betsy isn't helping and he doesn't want to scold his dog for being friendly but... god. He's not in the mood for this. He's not an idiot, he saw Joseph and the new guy heading down to the docks last night. He knows what that means.

So, in a tired voice as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Joseph... come on. Why won't you just go?

[And Joseph? Well. He's oblivious. Or he's just pretending to be oblivious, which is more likely, because he's really good at that. Fantastic at disguising his true intents or feelings. Yeah, he's the perfect faker.

After patting Betsy a bit more, he stands up and gives Robert a playful look. Smiley, eyebrows raised in question, like, why not? He strides closer. Not too close. But friendly, neighborly close, and his eyes slip down to the holes. And the shovel.]

I just wanted to say hi on my morning jog. And now I'm wondering what in the world you're doing out here. [His head tilts down at the sight, then back up to Robert.]

[ For a moment, Robert's relieved when Joseph lets go of Betsy even if all she does is chase after him, sniffing at his shoes and rubbing against his leg. At least Joseph's addressing him instead and that's always better. No, wait, shit, not always better. He just wanted Joseph to leave, to ignore him and instead --

A frustrated sigh at Joseph's words and he drags a hand over his face while leaning heavier on the shovel. He suddenly regrets not wearing a shirt right now. He feels irritated at Joseph's question, not wanting to explain himself but then pissed at the audacity of him just coming over like this and... fuck's sake. ]

I'm honestly fucking wondering why you're not still on your fuckboat with whatshisname, actually.

[ ... Well, that's one way to address the problem. For a moment, Robert looks a little regretful at how direct he was there but he doesn't apologize, doesn't take it back. No, he really is wondering. He and the new guy went to the docks last night. Robert really wanted to say something but didn't. It wasn't some fucking innocent stroll, was it? ]