I wanna see your confession scenes/quotes! They can be romantic, platonic ("You're the only friend I have!"), familial/parental ("I love you as I would love my own son."), a monologue or a rushed sentence, mutual or unrequited, whatever! Go nuts! <3 <3 <3
Here's one of mine:
Arthur's breath stuttered in his chest as he took in the shivering girl in his arms. Minnie. Bruised and skinny and sobbing, but alive. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her head to his shoulder.
"Minnie…" He breathed her name in relief, letting the emotions he'd been supressing for months bubble up to the surface,
"Don't you ever do that again! I… when we couldn't find you it… it broke me. I didn't kno-"
Minnie broke him off, stuttering through broken sobs,
"I know, I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry, I-"
Arthur drew back, keeping his hands firmly on Minnie's shoulders and looking her in the eye.
"Minnie, don't you dare apologize. It was… I should have found you. I'm your guardian, I… I was supposed to keep you safe."
Minnie let out a broken laugh,
"Well, I sure as hell w-wasn't supposed to get kidnapped. I d-don't blame you. You still took care of me."
Arthur let out a sob of his own,
"Of course I took care of you! What kind of father would I be if I didn't?" He paused, planting a kiss on Minnie's forehead.
"I love you, kiddo."
"I love you too… dad."
this is a bit of an unconventional love confession, so I'll share it in two parts
“Juniper?” Dick turned around to face them, his eyes glittering with blue. “But…you’re…”
“Fuck,” Frog muttered. “He sees you.”
“Pardon?”
“What Vanessa said about her powers probably applies to this asshole’s too! He looks like Dick’s perfect guy! Gears turning yet?”
Juniper paused and shook his head. “Still confused. The intense magic in here really isn't helpful either.”
[…]
“Juniper, you've got to realize,” Frog said as they ran. “If you’re what Dick sees as his perfect guy…” Juniper showed no signs of processing. “He's in love with you!”
“Oh.”
“What do you mean, ‘oh’? This is great! You can get through to him!”
Juniper opened his mouth to respond but paused for a moment. “I’m…really not the best person to do that. I’d rather not use my powers on him again.”
“Sorry, again? What the hell do you mean, ‘again’?”
“How did you think we met? I accidentally messed with his head. so he can’t actually be in love with me. He still just has my magic bouncing around in his head. It’s not his fault, but…I can’t go through that again.”
"J!" Juniper whirled around barely in time to collide with Dick, who wrapped his arms around them. "Oh god, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? What…why are you sorry? You have nothing to apologize for."
"I…I wanted to tell you how I felt on my own. No magic of any kind, not yours and sure as hell not some demon's."
Juniper wasn't the kind of person who cries. They always did their best to keep their emotions at bay, but they simply couldn't believe him.
"Why are you lying?"
"What?"
"You're lying. You have to be. You're you and I'm a siren; there's not how this works. You're just in love with the idea of me, I promise. Believe me, this has happened before."
When they met Dick's eyes again, he was crying. "Ah, wait, please don't cry. I never know what to do when someone starts crying."
"Juniper, believe me, I love you. I love your voice, especially when you're not singing with your magic. I love your passion for art even if you're very quiet about it. I love your hair and I want to run my hands through it every time I see you. You're beautiful and handsome and everything in between, and even if you don't want to believe me now, I hope you can in the future."
They willed themself not to cry but tears happened anyway. "Ah fuck."
"Whoa, you've never cursed! That's new!" Dick chuckled brokenly.
"I do really care about you, Dick. I just…you love me too. God, I can't believe it."
^^ AW <3
Ahaha this one is fun 😃👍
“No!” Jordan screamed, gathering the boy’s body and pulling Rome into his lap. “No, goddammit! No!” He let out a quiet sob and pulled Rome closer, resting his forehead on Rome’s. “Please…come back,” he begged softly. “Come back to me so I don’t have to say this now…”
Jordan kissed Rome’s forehead gingerly. “I love you…damn it, Caesar, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, crying quietly. “And I am so sorry I couldn’t save you and I should have said that before and I’m sorry.”
He sat there, cupping Rome’s face and sobbing and silently hoping that his power worked. That Rome would start breathing again and give him that stupid laugh and tell him he loved him too.
But hoping was, in the end, pointless. Jordan knew that. Hope wouldn’t get him anywhere unless he was stronger.
I have another one that's along the same line but platonically. fun.
ooh wait ^^ that one reminded me of two other sad love confessions from my other story. (death & cursing warning)
Peter watched out of the corner of his eye as Jack pulled himself back onto the dock. Madeline roughly let go of his neck and gestured toward Jack. “The floor’s all yours, my dear.”
Peter fashioned a dagger in his hands. He looked at it and then at Jack before crying, “I'm so sorry.”
“Peter, what's going on—”
Peter stared at the knife sticking out of Jack’s chest. The two of them fell to their knees, Peter’s hand still clutching the handle. “Jack, I'm…I'm so sorry, this isn't me, it's Madeline, God, I never wanted to hurt you.” Jack looked back at him with pain shimmering in his eyes. Peter pulled him into his chest and twisted the knife again, causing Jack to cry out. “I…I…”
Jack choked and Peter had to watch as he slowly lost life in his eyes and blood from his chest. “Jack, no, you can't. You can't die yet, we have so much left to fight for. Marie, we have to avenge her together, you can't leave me like this.
“I love you.”
-
The world lit up with bright light and Henry heard Dean’s cry of pain. When the light dissipated, Henry lunged at Dean so he couldn’t make another attack and pinned him to the ground.
Henry prayed that he wouldn’t have to do this, but Madeline apparently hadn’t searched Dean too closely. There was a sharp seething pain in his lower chest and he looked down to see one of Dean’s backup daggers. The blood was soaking through his hoodie, and if he didn’t get out of this fast, he was going to die.
He couldn’t die. Simon and CJ couldn’t lose them both. Not today.
He ripped the knife out, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stabbed the knife into Dean’s chest.
Dean cried out, his life returning to his eyes for a brief moment.
“Dean!” Henry cried, holding his head in his hands. “Dean, I’m so sorry, I…I didn’t want them to lose me too. I know I’ll have to tell them what happened and they’ll probably never trust me again, but…god, I’m so sorry.”
Dean reached a hand up to Henry’s cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I…I love you too.”
(love me some sad gays who don't realize they love each other until one of them is killing the other)
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So, I just wrote a scene between my favorite couple and their confession. It's my first romance scene, so I can't say it'll be good. Here it is tho
Bane seized Slate’s wrist and shook his head. “No, you couldn’t have helped him. He didn’t want to be saved. He sacrificed himself to be with the one he loved the most.”
Slate looked into Bane’s eyes with a heartbeat of sorrow. He never meant to take Seth’s life away from him. Yet, in his death, he looked at his happiest. Bane had taken him in his arms and cradled him. Slate’s tears felt warm as they rolled down his face, and Bane’s touch was mellow. He had felt his best friend’s fingers comb through his hair gently. Everything was perceived to be in its bubble of time, nothing moving or stopping. Bane stared into Slate’s blue eyes. Bane’s beautiful onyx eyes glowed in the growing darkness of night. The little patch of light blue in his right eye stood out.
Bane whispered, “They say every angel has to go through hell to earn their wings.”
Bane always knew what to say. He was great with words. No other person could make Slate’s heartbeat more than this boy. He didn’t care whether he originated from hell, and Slate held angelic power. Nothing mattered anymore. Slate was close enough to feel Bane’s heart flutter. They held each other’s gaze, no notice to the torn clothing nor the pounding war raging in the background.
Bane looked nervous. His mouth twitched, and sweat plastered his black hair to his forehead, hiding part of the claw scars across his right eye. “From the moment we met, I became enamored. When we got to know each other, and you showed you cared for me, I fell completely in love.” he took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I-I,” Slate didn’t know what to say. The words caught on his tongue. He let his heart do the work instead of his head. “I love you, too. More than you can probably know.”
Bane took Slate’s head and leaned down to kiss him softly. His lips were soft when you’d expect them to be cracked. It was like brushing your lips against a cloud. The world faded around them, leaving them in their little bubble with no worry or death. It was wonderful. The kiss surprised Slate, and his face felt hot. Bane’s scent of sweet honey overpowered the sweat and blood. Long before you knew it, Slate’s eyes were closed, enjoying the moment while it lasted. Bane pulled away, and the sounds of war once again filled the air. He hugged Slate in their safe place till the devastation of battle died down and was won.