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pendarling · 2 months
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Confessing & Leading To A Confession Dialogue Prompts
“Look, I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work.”
“Fuck, I… I think I’m in love with you.”
“This is gonna sound crazy, but what if we… y’know got together?”
“Whenever I see you with someone else I can’t help but feel hurt."
“There isn’t anyone else but me! I’m the one!”
"There's a reason why I kissed you, idiot."
“No, wait, I have something to tell you.”
"I don't know... but I feel a lot of different things when I look at your face."
“How could you be so blind? I’m right here.”
"Don't make me say it out loud."
"My attention is always undivided for you"
"There's something I've been keeping from you."
"You already know what I'm about to say."
"I want to be more than what this is."
"I don't go around telling everyone these things you know."
"It's real this time. Not a fleeting love."
"You're my priority."
"Don't feel ashamed, it's mutual."
"But I don't want them, I want you."
"You need me just as much as I need you."
"Our future-- or-- I mean..."
"Is that door locked properly?" "Yeah." "Okay, I need to get this off my chest now."
"Sorry I've been avoiding you. I knew we couldn't see each other if I couldn't keep myself under control."
"It's not your fault I got all these ideas in my head."
"Maybe I'm crazy, but I started to imagine what I'd do without you and I really couldn't"
"Just promise to return I have something I need to share with you."
"Had I known all this would've happened, I would've told you the truth from the start."
"I was thinking about it and I've decided it's best if I just told you everything."
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spiderp0nk22 · 6 months
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Zolusan but in a non reciprocated from luffys side bc I hc him as aroace and happily one sided from zoro and sanji bc they are greatful they even have luffy next to them and love him so what they can't get from luffy they settle to get from eachother type of way .... yeah
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trusthevillain · 4 months
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"Wow...", Villain gasped. "you really fooled me, huh?"
"Hero, I--"
"No. NO. Stop. talking. Every time you open your mouth it breaks my heart."
"What heart?", Hero provoked. "Don't pretend you didn't know it was all pretend. We were using each other and you knew it from day one."
Villain let out a bitter laugh. "I'm only realizing it now: I deserve this. That's what I get for being stupid, for believing in love. What was I thinking?"
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vinziel · 2 months
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Just One More Time....Please? Male reader x Branch (One-Sided)
A/N: Angst with no comfort....yay.
You and Branch were best friends. Ever since his Brozone days to now, you've always supported him, and overtime you've grown a bit of a crush on him, you kept it hidden to not break your friendship in the case that he didn't like you back, after his brothers left him, you've visited him everyday to hang out with him and to try and cheer him up, after his grandma's death your parents took him in with you, when he formed a new band, you were there to be their manager, you loved this troll so much it hurt you to not be able to have the courage to tell him how you feel.
Sadly during the great troll escape, your parents got caught and eaten, you were depressed and Branch helped you recover, as you did with bim when his brothers left him and his grandma got eaten, you both built the bunker together, and lived inside it together, all and all you can say your friendship was one to be cherished, but still no matter how much you try to ignore it, there's still that love you feel for him, and you thought maybe it was time, after 10 years of living together you told Branch you wanted to tell him something, you both sat on the couch and with a heavy breath, you told Branch how you felt, with shocked loo Branch... didn't love you back. Your heart broke and you couldn't take it, you tried to move on but the feeling lingered around you, the despair haunted you but of course you hid it from Branch and said you were fine.
Over time you and Branch had grown apart, you both still live together in the bunker but every time you both walk past each other it's like walking past a stranger, you tried to make conversations but Branch looked uncomfortable or made them short, this broke your heart since you still wanted to be friends with him. Once he and the queen of pop, Poppy got together you congratulated them, you cried that day, alone. You were looking at all of the photos you had with him and just reminisced, you wished you could take back your words, you wished you could turn back time. After Branch reunited with his Brothers, you knew it was your time, Branch wanted his brothers to live with him and there would be less space with you. You wanted Branch to be happy. No matter what, so you packed and left when no one was around, you wanted to live with the Rock trolls, since you found their stuff cool anyways.
Before you could leave with your stuff someone stopped you, it was Branch "Where are you going?" You responded "Oh I'm moving to Volcano Rock City" "Why?" Branch asked, you sighed, answering "I... honestly Branch, I've noticed how we've grown apart ever since I confessed, I wish I could turn back time to stop that from happening, after reuniting with your brothers, I realize some of them are gonna live with you, the bunker isn't gonna fit all of us, so I'm moving away, it's for the best" You were holding back tears, your voiced broke "Can I get a hug? Before you go? Just one more time....please?" Branch said, you noticed he was also tearing up, his voice breaking, you hugged him tight and he hugged you back tightly, you started to cry "I'm gonna miss you" You said, Branch responded with "Me too, travel safe..ok? And have a great life ahead" You both pull away from the hug, you wipe your tears, smiling, before walking away with your stuff. This was the start of a new chapter in your life, one without Branch in it.
A/N:Woo this was a ride. Tell me if y'all want a part two or smth.
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an-au-blog · 4 months
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I was scrolling through my drafts, "Keep Lying" by Donna Missal came on and I remembered the love jumble au. It had me thinking...
Sanji doesn't respect himself enough to say no. He would never have the opportunity to be with the one he truly loves, so when Usopp was down because he was homesick, Sanji comforted him. He always would.
At the island they were at, they passed a shop that had a dress on display, "Kaya has one that looks just like that one", Usopp said offhandedly. Sanji didn't respect himself enough not to come back while the crew was having dinner. No one would notice he was gone... right? Wrong. Zoro noticed that Sanji was acting off. He had let his hair grow out and now he was sneaking out in the middle of the night, sprinting to a store for dresses. He watched as the cook spent an ungodly amount of money for a dress that he was sure wasn't for Nami or Robin. He waited for him outside and when Sanji finally noticed him, he acted dumb and told him it was none of his business why he bought it. Zoro asked Sanji if he wanted to be a girl, if that was the case, they could talk to Iva, but Sanji told him he didn't want to be "a girl", he wanted to be one specific girl. But since he couldn't, he was fine with being a rebound.
So when Usopp said that he'd do anything to have had the courage to tell Kaya how he felt before leaving. "I'm not naive enough to think she'd wait for me, but I wanted to kiss her goodbye, you know?"
Sanji braised himself for rejection. "Maybe," Sanji started, praying that his nervousness is too obvious, "maybe if you talk it through with someone... pretend its her, you'll feel better?"
Usopp laughed with no bite behind it. "Sorry Sanji, but you don't strike me as a Kaya doppelganger." It was said as a lighthearted joke, but it stung the blond more than expected.
"What if I put on one of Nami's dresses?" He said it as a joke, as to make it sound more believable.
But then Usopp's eyebrows shot up. "You'd do that for me?"
He had no idea how much Sanji would do for him... "Yeah, sure, why not. You're my nakama after all." He was so much more...
They arranged to meet in the pantry, so the rest of the crew wouldn't see them, because they both knew they would have been made fun of for the rest of their lives. Zoro found Sanji in the bathroom - shaving his goatee and brushing his hair down. He was already dressed in the dress Usopp said looked like Kayas, hoping Usopp didn't remember it. He almost felt like he was going on an actual date.
"This is a mistake," Zoro told him, snapping him out of his concentration.
"Yeah, you'd say that mosshead. You have no idea what it feels like to have the one you love talk about someone you can't reach. At least Luffy isn't in love with someone else. You still have a chance." He put his hairbrush down, "I never did."
Zoro only scoffed. He didn't have the heart to tell it was him, not Luffy. And he wasn't going to correct him now either. He just stood out of his way.
When they met up in the pantry, Usopp tried to make a remark about the fact that Sanji was putting in so much effort, but Sanji brushed it off by saying he's a method actor and hoped that he wouldn't see through it.
"Kaya, I just wanted to say, ever since we were little I've always thought that um... I've known that you were the most beautiful girl I would ever see. And then I got to be your friend and I realized that you were beautiful on the inside." He cupped both Sanji's hands, "Before I sail off, I want to tell you that I- I love you. And I always will."
Out of all of Usopp's lies - this one was he favourate.
Sanji hoped the room was dim enough that Usop didn't see how red we was. Or how earnest he was when he responded. "Oh. Usopp. I love you too! You're the most amazing person I- I-... can I kiss you?"
Usopp took a small step back and let go of his hands. "Oh, uh, you're a really good actor. But, uh you don't have to do that."
Sanji cursed himself internally. He needed a cigarette. "Oh, I was thinking, since I was in the zone and you said that you always wanted to..." his mind raced. He had ruined it all now. "I mean it's no problem I don't mind either way, this is for you after all."
Usopp hummed "Well, if my eyes are closed maybe just a peck?"
Sanji felt like the scum of the earth. He felt like the luckiest man alive. "Sure."
Usopp closed his eyes and put a hand on Sanji's cheek. Sanji couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He needed to commit this to memory as well as possible. And just like that, the moment was gone. It lasted two, maybe three seconds. And Sanji's dream had ended. What he would have done to have Usopp keep lying to him...
"haha, okay, that was a bit weird now that I think about it. Sorry Sanji." Usopp laughed nervously. "Can we pretend it didn't happen? Not that I'm ungrateful but... you know..."
Sanji took out his pack of smokes. "Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." He lit one taking a deep drag. "Don't worry about it. You can head out, I have some restoking I gotta do here now. Zoro's been drinking without telling me, I gotta see what else is missing." A lie.
"Okay. Thanks a bunch and uh... bye." Usopp left.
Sanji took another deep drag from his cigarette. He could finally let himself cry. Usopp looked so uncomfortable, he just knew that they'd drift apart after this. He was such and idiot.
This was simultaneously the best and worst day of his life. He just wanted to vanish...
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untitled-bumblebee · 7 months
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Untitled #23
You’re beautiful
In the way that
The smell of warm rain
Warms me from my insides out
You’re comforting
In the way that
Apple pie
Snuggles up in my stomach
You are green
And pink
You are every color swirled up
Into a thousand different hues
You are paint
And piano music
Rain in July
a warm blanket out of the dryer
You are like the stars
The sun
The ocean
You are beautiful
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littlestudydreamer · 4 months
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my love mine all mine by mitski -- my interpretation
I am inspired to make this mainly because of the sole reason that this song has resonated too much with my feelings, yet when I look up the meaning and other people interpretation of this song online, it is completely different from what I thought it meant.
Someone said that the beauty of this song is specifically because it can be interpreted multiple ways, in which personal to the listener. Personally, I do think that the person who said this may thought of the song in a similar way that I do, but trying to cover it up (jk). But nevertheless, let's get into this song that managed to pinch my heart in pieces.
Moon, a hole of light Through the big top tent up high Here before and after me Shinin' down on me
One thing I love of Mitski of how some of her lyrics are just straight up statements (I'm referring to the line "Venus, planet of Love, was destroyed by global warming" in the song Nobody). As for this verse, I like the phrase "here before and after me" as the moon has always been there, observing, witnessing our life story like it is some kind of soap opera for her. Yet, it gives us the sense of familiarity, as the moon has always been there, whenever we look at the clear night sky, no matter what age we are.
Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?
This part is probably resonated the most for me. I have this part repeating in my mind like a loop. Especially the last two part, but that is also probably because I lowkey may still be suicidal. But after death, there is never a definite answer on what we became, and or what is next for us. After all, a dead person can't come back to life and tell us what is next in the chapter. The journey of life is linear. But if I can choose, I would sacrifice my heart to be a part of the moon too after I die. At least in the midst of confusion and unknown stage after death, I can have a familiar entity around me.
'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine
See, this part is the part that got me writing all this mess. I view this as the love that was given out, the love that all this time was thought to be received or reciprocated, or mutual, was indeed hers all this time, as the other person did not reciprocate or receive it. All of the love that was given out was indeed all hers and hers only, she thought it was shared, but nope it was hers, which is why she said "nothing in the world belongs to me" and that include her person. The only thing that was hers is her love, that was originated from herself.
My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?
See, technically this part would disprove my points. But speaking from a personal experience, I would still love the person even if it was reciprocated. After all, if I can easily control my feelings, I would not be in love with that person in the first place.
As for the line "showed me what my heart was worth" I personally interpret that as showing the heart capability of loving and caring from someone.
'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine Nothing in the world is mine for free But my love mine, all mine, all mine
This is basically and mostly just the chorus, but the added lyrics at the end also got me realizing, there is indeed nothing in the world that is mine for free :( not even the person that I have loved unconditionally for.
Nah one of the reason why I view this song so pessimistically is because I got my heart broken at the height of time where I was obsessed with this song <\3
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gentlygenesis · 1 month
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"I hope you're not expecting a relationship."
I let mock disgust blanket my face to hide the fact that my heart just squeezed so painfully I wonder if it skipped a beat or four.
"Oh, God, no," I reply. My stomach flips, twists, lurches. I laugh a little in spite of it. "No, dude. I don't expect any of that from you. Especially not right now."
You nod, turn back to our task at hand. We are surrounded by our friends, yet secluded, always together. "Okay. I just need a month, minimum, before I even think about a relationship like that again."
In a way, you are almost making it sound like I could still have a chance. I know you are not. Regardless, the idea of that makes me more nauseous, makes me want to turn and run and get sick in the grass alone. I am trying to get over you. "No problem, seriously. I don't expect anything like that from you. I never have."
You smile, nod again. "Okay. Thank God, I was worried. I'm glad you get it." You give me a look that is so soft and so fond, I wish I could sink into the ground. "You always get it."
I will always get it. Even if I do not, I will lie, and I will tell you exactly what you want to hear, so that I may remain the most favorable version of myself for you. I want to see you happy, and I will break myself down over and over again just to see you smile. I only want the best for you, and the best is not me, so I will support you.
You mention someone that you are interested in. You ask me if I think that you have a chance, and your eyes are so anxious and desperate that I couldn't tell you anything other than what you are searching for. I smile, nod, pat your arm. I tell you yes, I think you have the best chance, and everything will go great. I do not tell you that I wish you were asking it about me.
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gatitahhh · 5 months
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I told the moon and the stars about you!
-Gatitahh
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Communication isn't THE key. It's just one of the keys. Sometimes the key is murder
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voicesagainstliars · 6 months
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🦦🦭😻
I'm gonna use 😻!
Have a prompt talking about a relationship that doesn't quite exist.
"I know that it sucks that you don't like me," Ann murmured, "and I'm sorry that I'm not interested in you-"
"No!" Morgana shook his head, vehemently making Ann flinch. "You're not obligated to return my feelings, Lady Ann. I'll just have to manage. I've done it this long already - I'm not ungentlemanly enough to demand you fake affection or anything."
Unable to think of another way to react, Ann just nodded. "Thank you, Morgana. Really."
"Don't thank me for being decent," Morgana corrected. He curled up next to Ann, and the two fell asleep together.
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vizthedatum · 5 days
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I haven’t done my prayer and ritual to try to move on more from a past situationship that still haunts me. A part of me really loved it.
I told myself I’d do it BY THE LATEST BEFORE THIS SATURDAY NIGHT, but I needed to clean my entire apartment and like do a whole candle prayer combined with verbal prayer to cleanse myself. (Ugh my own auDHD makes it so that I have to do one thing before I can do another.)
I have tried to do other forms of cord cutting so many times for this person, and I try to process and get over it all in therapy. Literally have been doing cord cuttings for them for almost a year and a half now.
I have prayed to forget them and “move on.”
I have also prayed, subconsciously because it’s what I want, that we were in connection in some way that didn’t emotionally hurt me, because I enjoyed our energy together - and it was fun talking to them. It was literally stress-reducing, and I will not shame myself for it.
I do feel more peace about it day by day. It’s easier all the time.
I’m glad we just have so much separation because while it hurts and I wish there was some form of relationship or friendship repair (I really wish for this - I hate that it’s over if I’m honest with myself), I’m glad that it happened and that I was able to process my very complicated feelings of heartbreak.
It also helped me snap back into the reality of my life. I want to live my life more authentically with or without anyone.
They didn’t break my heart on purpose.
I felt hurt all on my own.
They were both an okay friend and a bad friend lol. I still quite deeply adore the person they are - I don’t think that will change. I was frustrated with them back then but my feelings didn’t change. I knew they didn’t have capacity or the desire for me to be in their life (which is literally valid), and I tried my best just to be grateful for the connection we did have.
But trying my best against my feelings was hard, and I didn’t tell them that it hurt so much, because I thought it wasn’t their obligation to deal with that, and I felt SO silly about it.
I don’t think they had any of those feelings reciprocated, and of course they didn’t have to. They were as polite as they could be, and I want to believe that. I do think they were.
I never wanted to force anything.
I just want to be at peace with it. I made a lot of mistakes, and the situationship was transformative even if it was superficial superficially.
It was comforting, you know? No matter what we talked about, it was comforting.
Essentially just two humans interacting and one of them feeling like the other was such a cute, adorable person - and both of them just very dissociatively and desperately lustily texting each other all in the pursuit of hedonism and distraction from the banalities and horrors of life.
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📚 Anna Karenina, Lev Nikolaevitch Tolstoi.
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quicksandndpens · 6 months
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lvndrblue · 9 months
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it feels ironic to me to always talk about love and relationships when we’re at church–the one place i quite literally am forbidden to love as i want to-but that’s for another day.
every time the topic comes up, so, every friday evening and sunday night, and the group talk about their first loves, and all the times they’ve been in love before, i find myself facing conflict against, well, me.
should someone ask, “what about you? have you been in love before?” or, “what was your first love like?” i wouldn’t know what to say.
i mean, to feel so intensely and so deeply for you, to feel so much my chest thrummed at the thought of you, can only be described as love, right? to simultaneously yearn and mourn and hate you; is that not what it’s like to be in love and to be forced out of it? to be known and to know so intimately, that the lack of contact affects you to the point heartache isn’t just a figure of speech, it’s my reality, is that not what unreciprocated love feels like?
but another part of me doesn’t want to say i was in love with you, because for so long, for longer than i’ve known you and cared for you and wished the best for you, i wanted my first love to be, well, lovely and not the lackluster catastrophe i now call “us.” i wanted my first love to be warm, and beautiful, and upon its recollection, evoke sweet nostalgia instead of seething bitterness.
it didn’t have to work out; even at 5 i knew that was being unrealistic, but i wanted to be able to romanticize it. to look back fondly on it. to, i don’t know, be able to smile and catch up with you, if we stumble across each other in the future. to be able to laugh about it, like, “remember when i had a crush on you?” over your warm coffee and my iced tea.
with the way things ended, that’s no longer an option, and i don’t think i want that, us, to count as the story of my first love.
but then i wouldn’t have the words to describe what you were to me and just how much it meant to me that you were, for a short while, a part of my life. can you see my problem here?
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naijlove · 10 months
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What a pity that you love me.
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