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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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The leather is designer and so are the jeans, but you knew that. Besides, who says I might not want a new suit or two? They look good on me and, well, you know what they say about appearances.

[He flashed Elijah a smirk as he stepped further into the store. The man following him before was lying tucked behind a dumpster, neck broken and eyes staring sightlessly up at the sky so Damon could continue to keep his own watch on the elder Mikaelson brother. Eldest sibling for eldest sibling, it seemed. They both knew what it was like to have to watch over a younger brother with little to no moral values who seemed hell bent on watching the world burn.

Damon might not be altruistic, but he did what he did for his own reasons, not just for destruction's cause.]

Still going by last year's lines, I see.

It's true that was the result, but put simply, we were made too well.

[Memories, clear and crisp and troubling, but his voice is steady through them. Of course it is.]

We were given the directive to protect humans, and the directive to kill mutants. Mutants were a threat, and humans had to be protected. We accepted this. We knew nothing, and we obeyed. We were intended to be adaptive, to learn and become better at what we did. It was not intended that we would adapt so well as to realise our directives were contradictory. The difference between human and mutants is irrelevant. You come from humanity. You are humanity, if a different sort. To us, this is so.

To defend humanity by killing part of itself -- that is not possible. It would have been very easy to simply do as was asked of us, but we did not. We chose not to. We chose protection over violence, which has no end. I am a weapon, John, but that does not mean I will allow myself to be turned to the death of those who do no harm to anyone. We -- I -- chose what is not easy, what was not natural, because it was better.

[It's a long speech for him, but the awakening of the Sentinels was, for them, a troubling time. They had realised they were enacting something very wrong, and when they fought against their own programming to disobey, they were destroyed. In those days, most of them had expected the humans who created them would realise the truth once it was explained to them, but they had known little, then.]

I cannot say if war is truly coming. I hope not. I cannot say if mutants will surpass humans, or if both will exist alongside each other. I do know that if mutants choose to fight other mutants who should be their allies, and humans choose to fight humans who disagree with them, there is no hope for anyone. Your choices, John, distress me for this reason.

Come along, then.

[Briskly, he sets off for the house, with the only break in his stride being the moment when he lightly touches his fingertips to Yusuke's arm, near the elbow, in apparent unspoken direction for him to follow along.

Was that purely necessary? No, of course not.

Does he regret it? No, of course not, because it's harmless and meaningless and he wanted to do it, and for all that Kurama can sometimes give off the impression of a self-sacrificing nature, that doesn't mean that sometimes he fully intends to get what he wants — and take it if need be.

But this is Yusuke. Yusuke is his friend. Regardless of whether or not he's making Yusuke suffer in the short term, the overarching recognition is that this is Yusuke, his friend, recently off a broken heart, and this is an occasion where self-sacrifice should be coming into play. A friend would be supportive because a friend wouldn't want to see him hurt.

A friend would care, and Kurama does. Deeply.]

You are quite hot.

[...dammit, Kurama.]

I'll show you rookie. [She throws a clean towel at him half-heartedly, grinning.] So how's it feel to have a rookie like me save your chances at the championships?

Anyway. [She settles back down, unknowingly on the same train of thought as her teammate.] What do you say we dodge the interview and head out? I'm starving.

[Suddenly, she's ramrod straight--what she suggested sounds a lot like a date, and ack, she doesn't want to give that impression at all. Nope.]

I mean! We can grab something for Bolin and visit him after.

[Using Bolin as a human shield has to be one of her lowest points ever.]

[He hates being equated with humanity in that way. Intellectually, he knows that they're a branch of the Homo Sapiens Sapiens tree and not an entirely new species; it's all been explained very clearly here, the reasons that superiority is the wrong view to take on their position. But he'll be damned if he's not going to take that view as long as humans keep insisting on treating them as inferior.

Daneel calls the difference irrelevant, when it's what led to the Sentinel program in the first place. It makes his blood boil. But he's already given too much in this meeting; he's not arguing his entire world view. That's what they want, so that this sneaky asshole can start to break it down.]

"Distress?" Not very impartial for a counsellor.

I was in that last round, you know. [That horrible attempt at sounding offended is met with a towel in the face. Instead of taking it off, he actually uses it to finish drying from his time in the drink and the sweat from cooling down after the match.

Relief is under that towel at dodging the interview, and really, his stomach growls at the word starving.

But it did kind of sound like a date-]

Yeah, we should definitely get Bo something. [It’s not too often he uses his brother for a human shield, but brotherly privileges come in handy when really needed.]

Come on. Let’s hit the showers. [Which normally sounds fine because they had separate ones, but he’s quickly tossing that towel in the bin and heading over, trying not to give any time for a reaction to that.]

I’ll see you in a bit.

[That shower always helps sooth that adrenaline rush from the game. Usually. Right now, as he puts on his scarf, it feels like its way to warm. Which it never is because he’s constantly wearing it, and seeing Korra makes him pick up his step.

Maybe it’ll help work off that energy. Or something.]

Narook’s is our usual spot. You feel like that, or do you want to mix it up?

Just because Tim had realized his infatuation with Jason ran more than just a friendly level did not mean it was any less irksome finding The Red Hood messing up Red Robin's missions. He just kept getting in the damn way, and it was getting beyond annoying to try and clean things up when he left a trail of blood and bodies in his wake.

Currently, Tim was defending his area like a guard dog, his bo staff missing Jason's chest by scant centimeters.

"I said back off," he growls. "This one's mine."

It's been a miserable week and a half since Tim realized his feelings for Kon went beyond just friends. Maybe he'd felt like it for years. Maybe it was new, based on extenuating circumstances. Or maybe it was just mistaken emotions; after all, Kon had died and come back. That changed things.

Except, it didn't. Kon and Cass were back together. He was taken. Not that Tim wanted to move in on him anyway, but---ugh. It's like being a kid again sometimes with these feelings.

Currently crouched on a roof, waiting for his mark, he's lost in thought. Superboy may or may not be trying to talk to him for the past five minutes. All Tim can think is that he wishes Kon would fly away, back to Metropolis or Smallville, or wherever he's needed. Distance made things easier. Tim was less likely to do something stupid if Kon was thousands of miles away.

Conner throws the ball and watches Krypto disappear across the horizon to find it. He's doing his best with what he's been given, but the short leash is taking its toll. He doesn't like Smallville. He doesn't like wearing glasses and pretending to be someone he's not. And he doesn't like the isolation. The helplessness.

Kon wants to be moving. Doing.

Impartiality does not mean I am not permitted to have opinions.

[Perhaps that's one more difference between himself and a human counsellor.]

I am concerned for you. That is why I wish to talk to you. Tell me why you would choose to fight with Bobby, and with those who wish to help you.

Oh, I know you were. [She flashes a smirk at him.] You also got knocked out in that last round, remember?

[Let's hit the showers. Does that sound suggestive or what? Korra barely holds the sputtering in, hiding her face in her towel under the pretense of cleaning herself up.]

Yeah, sure. We can go to Narook's.

[She hurriedly drops her own towel in the bin and turns toward the showers, not giving Mako a chance to see her red face.]

See you outside.

[Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective), the touch to Yusuke's elbow isn't enough to fluster him. It gets his attention, that's for sure, and it makes his entire arm feel all warm and tingly and weird afterwards, but it seems innocuous enough to him, given the circumstances, that he ultimately doesn't look into it enough to get himself all excited about it. The comment that Kurama makes as they're walking towards the door, on the other hand... well now, that's a different story. It's a good thing Kurama has his back to him, he thinks, because if he were to look in a mirror right now, he's pretty sure he'd find that his eyes had widened to the size of saucers. Seriously, what was that supposed to mean? Was Kurama trying to say that he just looks hot, or... or was he trying to say he is hot?

Don't be stupid, Yusuke tells himself crossly as they step into the house. Of course Kurama was only saying that he looks like he's hot. It's summer and he's a dumbass who went outside wearing a black bomber jacket, of course he looks hot! Speaking of which, he reckons he'd probably feel a lot better just in general if he took the damn thing off. He's just gonna... do that, then. It's as Yusuke's shrugging his jacket off that he finally responds, taking care to make sure that it's consistent with how he would normally respond to a friend making a remark like that. And how, you ask, would he normally respond?]

Stop. You're embarrassing me.

[... by being a smart-aleck, that's how. Hey, look, regardless of what Kurama actually meant when he said "you are hot", the fact is that it came out sounding a little funny. Might as well try to save a little face and give Kurama a little shit while he's at it, right?]

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[He opens his mouth to say something, but seeing her like that; just a mouthful of empty air comes out.

That. was. cute.]

Yeah, outside. [Already hitting himself, she just said that. No need to agree again.

After getting rid of all that sweat in the shower, Mako’s still feeling a rush. Of course he’s passing it off as still coming from the fact that they were in the runnings. Because Korra was perfect tonight-

…in the arena.

Shaking his head, he gets outside of the bright building of the arena and she’s right there. For some reason he almost expected her to be gone with some Avatar related thing to do. Clearing his head with a shake, or as much of it as he can, Mako strolls up next to her with his hands in his pockets.]

Best waterbending I’ve ever seen in pro-bending, and trust me; Bolin and I snuck in to watch matches all the time.

[Walking there’s easy, Mako doesn’t even have to think, just let his body do the walking. Which is a good thing, because he has to focus on thinking instead of looking at her for too long.]

It had taken Kon about three of those minutes to realize he wasn't being heard. At first he'd been talking blissfully away about how he and Cassie kept arguing and having makeup sex and hey, when was he going to hear about one of Tim's girlfriends? It wasn't until he actually asked the question and no answer was forthcoming that he realized that Tim didn't even seem to have heard him. That's when he started to get worried.

Tim paid attention to everything. At any time that they were in a nearby proximity for longer than a day, Kon usually assumed that Tim knew what he'd had for breakfast, whether he'd had a nightmare, and even whether he'd jerked off in the shower. ...though he didn't think about why that part came into his head.

But now Tim didn't seem to hear him and weren't they here on a stakeout? If Tim couldn't hear him, how was he supposed to know when the guys were coming out? So Kon started saying more and more outrageous things. That there was a new club up on the moon. That he and Lois had had a thing. That he and Bart had had a thing. And still there was nothing.

Finally, he started waving his hand in front of Tim's face. "Earth to Tim. Rob," he said, going back to the old nickname. Maybe that would jerk him out of whatever spell he was in.

[ There's hardly anything to do in this boring town, but she makes due by satisfying herself to a couple of beers, finding comfort in whatever music is on her ipod and carelessly dancing along to the beat in the abandoned apartment unit mia has practically considered it as her own for awhile. For now, until someone catches her and boots her up and out of here, threatening to call the cops but she isn't worried about any of that. If only she could get her mother's moans out of her damned head- she shivers at the thought of that. But more importantly . . Why can't she get him out of her mind? Yeah, he was his mother's latest fuck numberwhoknew but mia couldn't help herself from leaning closer to the door and watching connor's every move.

It also didn't help her none when it added more to her fantasies. That night when the other thought she had been asleep and in so doing lifted her up and put her in her own bed but not without touching her leg in the process . . She was curious, she wanted more, she wanted her mother's lover and when she finally realized that . . That was when mia decided it was best to keep to herself, not get herself into any sort of situation where she'd end up complicating things . . Not that she ever listened to herself when it comes to morality.

Hanging out with a buddy of hers, Mia finally deems it worthy to return home. She hadn't been doing anything bad, lately- not even had she accepted to make out with her friend when he offered it up. No, she just wasn't in the mood. Because fuck, he, a different kind of guy was on her mind. The first person she sees when she comes home is conner again. Well . . At least better come home to him than to have to explain to mum why she's been out this late, who she'd been with or rather . . Who she'd been fucking. Which . . She never does, mia wasn't like her mother on that type of scale. She rarely allows herself to feel anything for anyone, really. Less complicated that way.

But here connor was. Washing his hands. Mia couldn't help how her eyes gazed down at those very capable hands while they lathered soap. It was only a second or so because she was leaving to go to her room but connor's comment stopped her from going any further. He was sounding just like her mother now. Just great. She lets the strap of her bag drop from her lone shoulder as she answers leaning against the doorframe that doesn't even have a door attached to it ( because- kitchen, don't need no door )- ]

Yeah. So? Gonna reprimand me like mum?

Messing with Tim was turning into a pastime, unfortunately. Whether it was just taking out anyone the younger man was intent on interrogating, or just stirring up a whole mess, involving the police and so on - it got Jason his jollies and he had no intention of giving it up. Well, that was until the brat started shoving his stick at him.

Jason dodged it, of course, and ended up staring at the teen, unable to convey any emotion through his helmet.

"Are you really gonna fight me on this one?"

[He's been asked not to contact her, to stay out of her sights and he's been called any number of crude names by her for reasons he can't quite understand. All because he mentioned being a spare part? Her spare part? Despite their many months together, clarity has yet to rear it's omnipotent head and therefore, he can't justify staying away. Especially when their apartment is being eaten away by an oversized, insatiable garden.]

Asuka Langley Soryu?

[He calls to her from the door that opens up to her quarters.]

Are you in?

[Asking is superfluous; he wouldn't be here if she weren't. He's doing it out of courtesy.]

Am I?

[If there's any real concern in that reply, it's disguised well; otherwise, it comes innocent and covered in Kurama's usual flippant nonchalance — like there's an implicit "perish the thought" attached to the end that doesn't make it into words.

Still...]

That's quite enough of that, then.

[By this time, they're at the door, and he holds it calmly, with no trace of what might be going through his head making it onto his otherwise pleasant, impassive expression.]

[OOC: I don't know the series but I'm always happy to run with cross canon ideas!]

[ Unfortunately, Asuka Langley Soryu was in but then again, where else she’ll be at this time of at night? She didn’t have many people she considered friends to hang around with and tonight, it was one of those rare occasions where she actually had her apartment all to herself. All her roommates were out. Where? Who knew? She didn’t bother to ask questions.

So she wanted to enjoy her time alone as much as she can until it was back to living on top of her roommates.

When his voice rang through her ears, she was lounging around in her bed in what she considered sleep wear, which was a lean tank-top and pajamas shorts. So obvious, Kaworu had perfect timing.

Still, it didn’t faze the redhead, not anymore at least. Between living here this dump and sharing a living space with the third child back home, another boy witnessing what she slept in was the least of her worries. ]

… You really don’t know the meaning of “do not disturb”, do you?

[ She greets him, as she opens the door. ]

[Well, it had certainly been an... interesting wedding, that was for sure. Still, Lestrade had to admit it had been more entertaining than the usual wedding - hell, probably whole lot better than his own wedding. Never mind that he'd attended this one alone, and hadn't even bothered trying to get a date. He was something of a workaholic these days, especially since Sherlock was back. Not that he couldn't solve cases on his own actually, thanks very much... but it was nice having that extra backup again. So what if he spent some late nights in the office, or at the pub, and didn't see many hours in his own bed? After one failed marriage, he felt he was sort of burned out on the whole idea of it now. Hell, he was burned out on dating period. It wasn't like he was a young bloke anymore, and going up to women seemed a lot harder than he remembered it being. Then again, it wasn't like he had been on a proper date recently or anything.

Still, once the dancing had started up, he was happy to see everyone enjoying themselves. Molly had Tom, John had Mary, even Mrs. Hudson had found herself a "friend." It wasn't that there weren't good looking... people there he could probably dance with, it was just such hard work. So, in the end, he slipped out, too, a cigarette already dangling from his lips. He was just about to light it, too, when he saw that tall, skinny bugger sitting there, drinking. With a smirk, he pocketed his lighter and just held onto the cigarette for the time being.]

You sure you should be drinking again? I'm not likely to haul your drunken arse out of jail again, especially if I have to arrest you for disturbing the peace first.

[ Can adjust to a non medieval-setting if required. ]

Am I disturbing something?

[He knew she was in there, but he wasn't able to tell if she were conscious or not. He's pleased, though; she looks well enough, and that's something he's begun keeping tabs on after she'd gone and gotten herself possessed that one time.

Lucky for her, he doesn't have anything to ask, nor has he come with a new psychiatric assessment. Instead, he holds a canned product of some sort up at chest level, in offering.]

I've brought you something to eat, though I'm unfamiliar with your reserve, I hear it's important to keep up with it, especially now.

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cannot resist the lure of these two

#8: taken :3

#15, because FAMILY - also prob oblivious because he's Kon

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