THE SHOULD NEVER BE TOGETHER MEME

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the "should never be together" meme.

When two people come together in a relationship, it's a beautiful thing. What can be wrong with love, right? Right? Except when the union is completely and totally wrong, for whatever reason. Then things can get a little messy. How To Play 1. Comment with your character, listing their name, canon, etc, along with any preferences. 2. Comment around to others, using the RNG to determine the scenario. It doesn't have to be a lovey-dovey relationship, obviously. There can be hate, sorrow, lust, whatever. 3. Thread! Have fun! Do things! Scenarios 1. Warring Factions: You belong to rival organizations, armies, clubs, etc. Whatever it is, you're not on the same team. 2. Soldiers on the Battlefield: Or maybe you are on the same side, but this is the wrong time and the wrong place. Plus, attachments cause distractions. 3. Bodyguard and the Guarded: Just like the movie with Kevin Costner! One of you has been hired to protect the other for some reason, and feelings are starting to grow. Are you a professional and cut things off, or do you give in? 4. Prince/ss and Knight: Similar to the above, but with a whole 'nother level of wrong...one of you is royal. Courtly love is okay; still, don't forget your place. 5. Enemies: This vendetta is personal, and you totally hate this person! Don't you? Perhaps you're maybe just rivals, or something as serious as superhero and villain. 6. Family: The ultimate taboo. This person is related to you, so there's no way you should indulge this desire, even if it's the most pure love there ever was. 7. Age Difference: The years between you should keep you both at bay, but it's easier said than done. 10. Teacher/Student: Teachers and students have a unique bond, and to corrupt it is a dangerous thing. Will you dare to act on emotions that could put you both in a destructive place? 11. Already Spoken For: One or both of you are already involved with someone else, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that you can't have your cake and eat it, too. 12. Not Compatible: Your personalities or jobs make it so it's hard for you to be together. 13. Not Compatible...in Another Way: You're both different species, which means you're either afraid to take your relationship to a physical level or you can't because of differences in biologies. 14. Not Ready for Love: You took a vow (or celbacy, of chastity, of dedication), you're married to your work, or you just don't want to be involved with anyone. Too bad! 15. Rich and Poor: One of you has the money while the other is from more modest means. Can the 1% and the 99% ever be bedfellows, literally? 16. Hurt Before: Your heart has been broken, and maybe there's been no time to heal. But here you are. 17. WILDCARD

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Steve Rogers | Capitan America/Avengers | OTA

[imperfectsoldier]

1+2+5 seems about right

[gavemyleftarm]

James was always quiet when the time for their clandestine meetings to end drew near. Well, quieter. He seldom had little to say, but seemed to take an inexplicable comfort in the companionship of a man he knew to be an adversary. There was something about the curve of his lips when he smiled, the particular way the light that flaxen hair, and the almost mournful way Steve looked at him that seemed somehow vaguely familiar. It was gossamer, frail and intangible as smoke, like the faded images of a half-forgotten dream.

But he liked that Steve seemed to see a person, another human being. It was different from the way others looked him: with awe, with fear, with the same disregard one might show a tool. He liked that this, whatever it was, didn't interfere with their obligations. Steve would leave and go be the symbol of his county, and James would sink back into the shadows, continuing on as the ghost of of a fallen nation. He liked that Steve didn't press any more, that he accepted what couldn't be recalled, and that his name was, in fact, James. That was a fact he hadn't known himself for a long time. The knowledge didn't spring from memory, but from a glimpse of a dossier a handler had on him.

These were the times when he felt almost human. A little of the ice melted every time they met in private only to freeze again when James returned to his masters. How long before they took that from him? Autonomy wasn't appreciated and certainly attachments weren't. Distant memories of a red-haired girl nearly obliterated by decades in stasis reminded him of that. So James never lingered with Steve when they were done. He was quick to leave whatever bed they shared, quick to dress (and especially to cover the true mark of his inhumanity), and quick to slip silently into the night.

But not tonight. Tonight he lingered, sitting half-dressed at the foot of the bed, simply watching Steve. It pulled at something in him, something so small as to be insignificant. He began to wonder why, what was the point of all this when they would inevitably be pitted against each other? A man who masqueraded as a superhero was surely smarter than to think he could soften James through affection. It puzzled him, a sentiment that played clearly over his face, creasing his brow and tugging his lips into a frown.

[imperfectsoldier]

Why? Hope, maybe. Resignation, too, sometimes. He wasn't going to give up the hope, anymore than he'd give up on 'James'. It just wasn't gonna happen. If that made him stupid, then he was stupid. Breaking the rules was something he didn't care all that much about. Not when the rules went against what was right, and giving up and walking away? That wouldn't have been right, even if he could have done it.

The resignation came and went; it came when the man (and yes, that was what he saw) pulled on his clothes and went.


He propped up on one elbow, sheet around his waist, when James stayed on the foot of the bed. He stayed quiet for a bit, not wanting to break whatever fragile thing held him there. He couldn't ignore the frown. He didn't want to. He sat up, slowly. Didn't want to startle him into moving. "You all right?" Stupid question. He just wanted a response, and to draw the guy back out of his head. He'd do it however he could, including looking stupid.

[gavemyleftarm]

A single brow arched up, a bemused expression still on his face. Was Steve actually asking him that? It wasn't like James to be confused, yet there he sat, perplexed by the man still lingering in the bed. There he was, falling out of his routine, lingering himself instead of quickly, silently fastening buttons, gathering weapons, and vanishing once more until the next time they met.

"I don't understand you," James admitted, brows still drawn together leaving a deep crease between them.

[imperfectsoldier]

Steve didn't arch his eyebrows, frown, or flinch under the scrutiny. He just looked back calmly and shrugged one shoulder, like the question didn't surprise him and the answer didn't matter. Like there was nothing riding on this.

Except if you looked closely, it obviously wasn't true. He was never good at keeping things out of his eyes. "Maybe that's because there's nothing to understand."

[gavemyleftarm]

"You're a bad liar." Not a note of accusation tinged the words. No, they were simply facts, facts Steve likely already knew. Maybe it was training, the way he learnt some time long ago to read the little ticks and twitches as tells in a person's face. Or maybe it was that gnawing familiarity.

"If that were true, you'd be just like me."

[imperfectsoldier]

"No. That's not true. What you're looking for's a motive. That isn't there." Didn't mean that there wasn't more to him, weren't things he wished that James remembered, or a sort of hope he wasn't ever going to let go of, but what he thought James was looking for really wasn't there.

[gavemyleftarm]

"Can you blame me?" The question was light, casual. "You don't strike me as the sort who's foolish enough to think this will change anything." James knew they were enemies, always would be enemies. An occasional roll in the sheets wouldn't change that, nor would it give the Soldier pause when the time came to pull the trigger.

"So why carry on like this? I can't think of any reason why you would." Or why he would.

[imperfectsoldier]

"Wouldn't I have to be somebody foolish enough to think this would change something to have a motive?" It's very mildly said, but there's a thread of sadness that the attempt at self-depreciating humor can't entirely hide. "This... isn't what I want, but it's what you can give me. I'm willing to take it." I won't give up on you.

[gavemyleftarm]

But why? he wanted to ask. The question remained unuttered. There was no point in asking. James would have to examine his own motives if he pressed for answers. How could he admit that there was something about that sadness in Steve's air, about his mournful, but hopeful nature, about that spark of recognition in his eye that appealed to James? How could he admit he liked being looked at as something flesh and blood and bone, something more than a weapon to be pointed and fired at whomever was deemed 'the enemy'?

It made his head hurt to think about it. So many questions filling up the empty places in his mind until he felt like it might explode. James brows drew together once more and he finally began to button his shirt. "I'm not the man you want me to be," James offered blandly, as if Steve didn't know that his friend's memories were long since lost.

Adora // Original Character // OTA

[metades]

[ character was ICly brought back to life a few years prior, as warning

no #10, please ]

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | OTA

[the_protector]

Spitfire |Air Gear | OTA

[flame_king]

[Rusty as hell.]

Is okay - I'm canonblind anywaayyy

[voulezvouscoucheravecmoi]

[Francis was lucky to have been able to have this Spitfire as his hairstylist - apparently he was well-sought out, very popular. Not that Francis ever had to do much with his hair for it to look stunning anyway.

However, the problem with having things in common (like being beautiful, passionate people) was the attraction that came with it. It didn't help that Francis seemed to have an affinity for redheads, and there were several reasons he should quell his desires.

Most importantly, he was mortal. Francis was not. This had caused the nation heartache several times in the past, and it was what kept him now from pursuing this...very, very tempting man. Even the accent, bordering on Cockney, didn't deter him. Unfortunately, it only helped to remind Francis of lovers in his past.

And so here he was, letting the man do what he would with his golden locks (except to cut them short, never that), and biting the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself in check.]

River Song (Doctor Who) - Het

[riverborntorun]

[No #6.]

Loki ❄ MCU ❄ ota

[silverturnedlead]

[crylittlesister]

[ so, this is super late, but would you mind a tag? ]

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock BBC | castmates please (AU is fine, though)

[improbably_true]

Old Snake | Metal Gear Solid 4

[imthe_shit]

[ No smut. ]

Khan / "John Harrison" | [AOS] | open

[sanguinolent]

John Watson ☤ Sherlock Holmes (09) ☤ OTA

[mommahenning]

France || Hetalia || OTA

[voulezvouscoucheravecmoi]

Chuck Hansen || Pacific Rim

[simplepuzzle]

godric | true blood

[piric]