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the unresolved sexual tension meme

Oh my god, there is nothing more frustrating than when you want to kiss someone and press them against a wall, but for some reason, you can’t—or when you see two people who are obviously in love and you want to shove them into a room already. What is preventing you two from getting together? Can anyone end this?

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc. in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-15 for a prompt.
3. Reply to others and play the scenario out!
4. JUST GET A ROOM ALREADY. OMG.

prompts

1. BOSS ✖ A romance with a higher up or your boss is taboo for many good reasons, but you’re finding yourself falling in love with them anyways. Will others approve? Will one of you have to quit your job to not get the other into trouble?

2. JUST FRIENDS ✖ Talk about one of the biggest roadblocks to love ever! You want to kiss them, but you don’t want to ruin your current relationship. What are you going to do? Will you get the guts to confess and hope for the best?

3. GOALS ✖ You want to tear down a building to build an apartment complex, they want to make it a historical landmark. Opposing dreams and goals are huge roadblocks, especially if you happen to want to ‘sleep with the enemy’… literally.

4. TEAMMATES ✖ You work well together, you can depend on them no matter what, and you get along outside of the office or game. What you feel is just that happy camaraderie, not any mushy feelings of love or romantic affection! Is it?

5. DENIAL ✖ No, no way. You do not love that other person. They are stupid or just too prideful or you’re not interested in them at all. Ha, admit it, you totally are. Now go over there and admit your feelings before everyone around you goes insane.

6. COWORKERS ✖ Oh, this is awful. You really, really like your coworker, but there is a no dating policy, or they don’t date coworkers under any circumstances. Dare you make a move after hours or in the break room? It could be worse; you could have the hots for your boss.

7. POLITICS ✖ Clashing beliefs and heated debates always gets the blood pumping, and even though you have sworn to defeat them and get your bill pushed through, their eyes make your heart jump and makes you reconsider your ideals… Can you find a compromise or let bygones be bygones?

8. TAKEN ✖ Oh god. How can you confess to someone who is already taken? Why are you even feeling like this? You must never let them know. Ignore everyone who is encouraging you to take a leap of faith anyways. They are taken and that is that.

9. SOCIAL CLASS ✖ She is a princess, you are a stable boy, he is a rich lord, you are the scullery maid… Money is an important factor to any relationship, and sometimes, it can be one of the barriers. But how long are you going to let positions and titles keep you apart?

10. PRIDE ✖ You? Be in love with someone like that? Ha! No way. You are far above them, and you deserve only the best love. But… what if they are the best love and you just don’t realize it yet?

11. FAMILY FEUD ✖ One of the most famous of all the situations, for some reason, your families are fighting and as much as you like the other person, you can’t betray your family this way. But is there a good reason for the feud? Or a misunderstanding? Will true love conquer all without the abundance of death?

12. OBLIVIOUS ✖ This is the most frustrating one ever. It’s not that they hate each other or someone else is making a barrier, it’s just that they you have no idea how good of a couple you would make or how you always flirt with each other. Will one of you realize it, or does someone need to give you a push?

13. DUTY ✖ Bound by honor and loyalty, you can never cross the line that divides you and your love, be it that you swore to protect them or they serve you. Or will you? How will others react to this? Might it be considered forbidden?

14. FRIEND-ZONED ✖ Oh no, it's not what you think. You see, your best friend likes the person you like, and they are trying to go on a date with them (or get into their bed). But you can't let either of them know, because that is not what good friends do. But what do you do if your mutual crush is interested in you anyways?

15. WILDCARD ✖ Is there something we missed? Is there another scenario you want to play out, or would you like to roll the dice again? Go for it!

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[ Natasha just kind of— smiles in that way she does, her mouth upticked into a funny little mue. She looks at his hand, the outstretched remote, then blinks up at him (close enough to do that, now, by virtue of shoulder-touch distance).

Her head tips, and it's almost owlish but mostly curious. (Maybe not so much at the answer, but—) ]

Do you want to kiss me?

[ What. ]

[ He's not sure why she isn't just taking the remote. Is it a test? Is she punishing him because of his previous lack of consideration?

Her question, not surprisingly, throws him for a loop. How is she always able to catch him off guard?

Steve's reply is breathless, though not in a way that could be considered sexy or even charming. Just in a way that says "I was holding my breath because our arms touched." ]

Yes.

[ Someone needs to teach him that honesty isn't always the best policy. ]

[ "I was holding my breath because our arms touched" is a little different to "I was holding my breath because you had me in a thigh chokehold", but Natasha seems to take it on par with everything else.

There's a fluidity to the way she picks up the remote and deposits it, somewhat neatly, into the space next to her. She's back to peering again, this time a little closer, lips quirked into a smile. ]

Okay.

[ Easily: ]

So kiss me.

[ No Sabrina then. Okay. He's versatile. He can roll with it. It'd be more than a little difficult to focus on the TV again now anyway, especially with her as close as she is.

It isn't intentional, the way his eyes drift to her mouth when she speaks. But, well, that is the topic at hand. ]

Natasha...

[ It's an obvious stalling mechanism. He's running out of reasons not to act. She stated it so simply, but he knows better than to believe it is. ]

What about what you want?

[ Maybe this is the part in most movies where there would be some shy, sweeping declaration, but for Natasha things are pretty simple. Her personal life is compartmentalized just-enough so that she functions and functions smoothly, and there is a part of her that still thinks about the dinner and the free dessert and the kiss. Not in a romantic kind of way, but in a way that it was notable, that it sticks out among all the other details she's trained to catalog. ]

I want you to kiss me, [ she says honestly, because she does. ] Right now, that's what I want.

[ Which is maybe half a lie. She knows what she wants after that, but it's a matter of being patient, of figuring out what Steve wants (or rather, what he'll let himself want), and that's alright too. ]

There was something about the way that Tim jerked his head to look around that Kon didn't like at all and it wasn't until he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that he realized why. He shot off as soon as he saw the gun, but something was telling him that he was going to be too late. That feeling only egged him on faster. He couldn't be too late. Absolutely could not.

But he was already hearing the gun shot before the warning shout managed to get past his lips and he'd already chosen his destination: the man who was shooting. He cursed the split-second decision that had caused him to choose the attempt to stop the bullet before it had started than to protect Tim and possibly let the shooter try again.

He was so angry that his impact with the shooter was a little harder than it should have been and he heard bones crack, but a quick check revealed that none of it was life-threatening or even permanent. "Shut up," he said at the first scream of pain.

"Rob? You good?"

[ He's still apprehensive. No amount of verbal assurance can make him feel one hundred percent positive that this the right choice. Maybe he isn't looking to sweep her off of her feet, but going about things in this way just seems so...underwhelming. Doesn't she deserve more than a spur of the moment decision? Doesn't she deserve to have something other than The Fresh Prince as the soundtrack to their first kiss?

First. First implies more. But this will be it, won't it? They're both here now, alone, and convenience is on their side. But when that's no longer the case, what are the chances of something like this occurring between them?

He has more questions (it seems he's full of them tonight), but they all seem to circle around the same indecision. Either Steve does as she says and takes things as they come, or he puts a stop to it right now and spends the rest of the trip wondering what would have happened if he weren't so fearful. ]

Okay.

[ Before he can ask her if she's really sure, which he intended to do at least twice more, he meets her the rest of the way.

It's not the actual kissing he's worried about, but rather what is and is not allowed or appreciated. So he's cautious, as is to be expected, his lips just brushing hers. ]

[ She stays absolutely still. Or rather, it seems that way, and it's only when he finally, finally seems to agree (okay) and presses close that she makes a small, subdued kind of noise. Her hand lifts to press warmly against his chest, fingertips brushing over his throat as it rests there. It's nothing more than a press of their lips together and when they pull away, Natasha's mouth hovers over his, like she's reluctant to leave at all. ]

That was nice.

[ (It's not necessarily about convenience. Availability, maybe, considering the kind of lives they lead, and—)

Her lips are so close to his that when she speaks they touch, the barest shift of movement as she talks, parting just the slightest. ]

Do you want to do that again?

[ He didn't believe it was possible for his heart to beat any faster than it already was, but her hand moves to his chest and it races in a manner that he is neither used to nor prepared for. Suddenly, he's not so thankful to have his shirt on.

It ends almost as quickly as it began, and maybe that's for the best. But he doesn't want to move. He wants more of her fingertips on his bare skin and more soft sounds like the one she made just before their lips met for the first time.

Seeming to read his mind, Steve just nods in response to her question. It's slow, as he's careful not to move too much, wary that another opportunity for him to speak will turn into another opportunity for him to undo all of the progress that has been made.

He feels less inhibited, if only slightly, brave enough to move his hand to her face, his palm resting carefully against the line of her jaw as he kisses her again. The feeling he gets is similar to that of the first time, but it lingers after the second. The third he initiates without permission (something he will probably apologize for later), a certain yearning overshadowing his previous caution. ]

[ The third he initiates and Natasha doesn't mind it. She meets him halfway, parts her lips just slightly, and her hand — the one that isn't resting at his chest, the one that has to feel the shifts in muscle, the thundering of his heart — moves up to rest over the hand at her cheek. Not to pull him away, but to rest her fingers in the dips of his knuckles, a presence that's just there because he can touch her if he wants.

It's sexual, sure, but not wholly. Natasha is wearing just a shirt and her underwear and is in the bed with him and she'd like to, in a way that she recognizes as want. But she considers Steve a friend, and it warrants something more honest than a frenzied, sexualized moment; they could just do this, stop right here, and Natasha would be the last person to mind.

Now, when she pulls away, the hand overlapping his falls to brush across his lower lip. The pad of her thumb pulls lightly at the corner of his mouth.

She looks at him, something soft in the set of her eyes, and doesn't say a word. ]

Holiday nodded, as if all of that was oh so very interesting to her. "That's good..." Yep. Good. Real... good.

"How about you?"

"You should put the organs in the refrigerator."

Charlotte's voice was low and even. She'd made up her mind.

"I'll lock the door."

[~~Thanks Steve just eat his food~~. The point here being he doesn't know how to swing this conversation. He could just think on the fly and go with this being some kind of bet on the answers, or maybe someone just wants to know how Cap ticks. Tony isn't the type to sell out to the media however.

So that option is out of the question.]

I have an interested party, that's all. [He chuckles, shaking his head.] And trust me namedropping Steve Rogers doesn't exactly make women want to sleep with you.

[No, usually it results in them wanting to sleep with Steve and that is the opposite of productive for Tony. Nothing cockblocks better than having your date fawn over the wrong person.]

Besides we're friends--sort of--and it's a innocent question.

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~~At least he's staying out of Tony's coffee?~~ Steve keeps staring at Tony with an expression that can't decide if it wants to be amused or wary.]

There's no such thing as an innocent question coming from you. [And somehow he doesn't mean that as an insult - exactly - but it might be kind of a compliment, if you squint. The same way they're sort of friends.]

There's a diner a few blocks from my apartment I like. I like riding my bike and boxing. Drawing. I liked MOMA. Is this a set up for a Steve is boring and needs to get out more spiel?

[He's... just going to keep mistrusting motives.]

[True, but at least Tony has enough of that to last him fifty life times.]

That depends on your definition of innocent. [If he squints enough to the point his eyes are closed it's a compliment.

But Steve's caught his attention with something.] You can draw? I mean what are we talking here, hobby sketching, or do you have some serious skills under your belt?

[That's asked more out of his own curiosity than for Natasha.]

I can tack that on if it'll make this conversation more bearable for you. [He smirks.] Steve, you need to get out more. Though that lacks a little sincerity. I should spice it up with suggestions on where to go. Nightclubs, bars, shows down Broadway, the sky's the limit.

[Well, hey, Steve's forgotten the microwave at this point. It can always be stolen back.

His eyebrows draw down the tiniest bit, and gives a shrug so slight it almost isn't there.]

After high school and before the war, I thought about making a career of it. Nothing that would have put me in a museum or made me famous or anything. Guess that didn't make it into the history books.

[And why would it have? The only guy who really knew that about him was Bucky, and Bucky was gone before he'd gone into the ice.]

You can leave that out. And the suggestions, actually. Nightclubs and bars sound like torture. Shows on Broadway, you might be able to convince me are a good idea once in a while. [Money allowing.]

Feebly, not even sure why she was doing it, Molly reached for the bio-bag and took shy steps to the refrigerator. She felt a tingle of uncertainty creep up her back as she shut the door. She stood there, hand still on the handle, staring down at her feet as she heard Charlotte lock the door.

"...nothing to do, for once." He could go train. Or sleep. Or shower.

But he was already in her office so why not take the time to chat?

The force of Kon's collision is what saves Tim. A split second later and the bullet would have hit its mark in the back of Tim's skull, and no amount of kevlar and nomex and leather would have saved him. As it is, it skims his left ear, and Tim drops off his line and roughly lands in a heap, his ears ringing. It's not just physical either; the bullet took out his comm, so the ringing is literal too, the buzz and whir of his electronic communications system malfunctioning.

"Stupid," he curses himself, getting up and stumbling as he shoots a look at the gunman. At least Kon got him. "Should've known he would have a doppelganger. It's the kind of move cowards make."

Tim wipes a bit of blood from his cheek. "Let's give him a ride to prison."

"Look at me."

It was a command, but not a harsh one. She wanted Molly to acknowledge that, yes, the person standing in front of her was a woman. Somehow, she thought, this wouldn't work otherwise.

[It's the rapid sound of her heartbeat that has him taking another step towards her, moving until he's only a foot or so from her. He looks down, letting his eyes roam blatantly over her in a way that suggests where he'd like to put his hands.]

You really think I'm that unobservant? I think I'm offended.

At that, Elizabeth is the one giving a soft look of surprise. Then she grins at their hostess, tilting her head a bit as she glances first to Charlotte and then to the good Captain Bush.

"There isn't a great deal to say of my travels honestly." Regardless the young woman takes a moment to gather her thoughts. "My home is in Hertfordshire, near the town of Meryton. I can't say we see a great deal of naval officers but we certainly see our share of military men."

There's a bit of a sheepishness to her laugh as she adds, "Honestly this is the first time I've been quite so close to the sea. There are plans to go on a Northern tour of the Lakes with my aunt and uncle toward the end of the year. And yet otherwise one will find my tales of travel quite sparse, I'm afraid."

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At the mention of the infantry, both Naval officers give each other a meaningful glance; Hornblower has had better experience of the infantry than Bush has, but both of them feel the rivalry between services.

"I have never been as far inland as the lakes," Bush says, smiling. "So once you've been, you will have traveled more of England than an adventurous navy officer, and you can tell anyone so." He tries to remember to give some of his attention to the married couple, pulling his eyes from the young woman's face and nodding at the Collinses. "When first I went to sea, in the peace time navy, I was in the Indies-- and saw a good deal of Jamaica and a bit of Santo Domingo. The Commodore and I have been to South America, on the Pacific coast; to Port of Spain. ...and of course we have seen a good deal of France."

He lightly dismisses the story that made them famous-- the gallant captain Hornblower and his first Lieutenant, captured after a valiant battle, conveyed towards Paris to be shot by the tyrant-- the daring escape despite Bush's injuries, the winter spent hiding in the enemy's very garden, and then finally escape down the Loire to capture one of Britain's seized ships right back and return.

"Brown was with us in France, of course-" at the mention, the manservant waiting quietly at the door shoots a pleading look at Bush, who remembers too late that you cannot bring a valet into conversation the way you can a coxs'un, and hurries to mention- "But you are staying at Rosings, aren't you? I've heard a good deal about it, what's that like?"

It is something of a self sacrifice. He knows it will set the parson off again.

Gaining one's trust is a difficult thing. [Or so he's come to find out; it's been especially difficult to get Asuka to tolerate him, never mind trust him.] Only then will you accept — find truth in my words.

[His intentions are the purest in all the land.]

A kiss...a kiss is a something shared between two Lilin that hold one another in high esteem, an incarnate form of affection. A quirk designed by nature to cease speech when words become unnecessary.

Have you indulged in such a thing before?

[That's incredibly clear, but if there's one thing Narcissa has almost too much of, it's pride. And now that this has started, she's not about to back down, or away, especially not from someone she's ~~been mooning over~~ seen once a winter since she was in fourth year.

So she stands her ground, one eyebrow lifting as he drags his gaze over her body, lingering exactly where everyone else's had, but succeeding where they'd failed in making her blush and tightening her stomach.]

I'm calling you a liar, then. Unless you were watching me dress this evening, you've no idea what's under my gown, and I doubt very much that I've offended you.

[Damn it. He smells good. Why? Couldn't she have had a teenage crush on someone more appropriate?]

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i feel you, steve. i feel you.

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>< Sorry! Was out with family

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