bakerstreet | SHOULD NEVER BE TOGETHER

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

sometimes she contemplates flunking just to stay in his class; circle the wrong answers on purpose, stop studying, come to class completely unprepared. otherwise, there`s no way she can make an excuse to keep coming to his office hours, and students never show up to office hours unless it`s for extra credit (in which he`s notorious for never handing out) or for fun. she can almost imagine a peculiar, questioning stare if she suddenly started failing this deep into the semester.

flunking`s not an option. she`d just get a C, anyway.

it`s no surprise she shows up today, too, with problems she only has mild difficulty with, her head poking through the doorway with a bright smile.

"hello, professor ackerman! are you free right now?"

[It's probably bad, that he expects her now. She's a good kid, always taking notes or asking the right questions to lead discussions in class... There's no way she needs this much help with the homework. Office hours are so damn boring, though, and he can't bar his door to students, even if he'd wanted to. In spite of the many rumors running rampant in the hallways as to why he's so strict, it's only because he actually cares about his students succeeding in the world outside these four walls. And Petra's no exception.

It would be bad if she was.

So, he barely looks up from the exams he's grading when she shows up.]

Petra, just the person I wanted to see. Come in. [His attention turns to another stack of papers, plucking the topmost sheet and holding it out for her. There's no name on it, though an A- is scribbled onto the corner in Levi's rough handwriting.] This yours?

Edited 2014-10-12 02:39 (UTC)

[ Season one or season two Fitz. Depending on your choice of emotional ruination.]

Edited 2014-10-09 07:26 (UTC)

[It's not a sound that wakes her up. It's not a stray touch or a disturbance of air. It's no divine strike of insight. She just wakes up, quiet and smooth. Less than a second until she's fully conscious, the facts of life sitting in the forefront of her brain like a newspaper clipping of her life.

Welcome to hell.

She doesn't let herself lie there, enjoying the cool of the rover or relative peace. Instead she pushes herself up to sitting, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. It's second nature by this point to avoid Nic, to place her feet slightly further from her bunk than was really comfortable as she stands, bare feet on cool metal, nothing but a shirt in the dark.

She doesn't think it's endearing, but at least it's stopped driving her up the wall. A damn nuisance either way, but now, when they're the only two people left in the rover? She can't really bring herself to bitch about it. Instead she moves past him, needlessly quiet, into the narrow bathroom to brush her teeth and run some water over her face.

By the time she makes her way back into the main room she's pulling on her pants- discarded somewhere between, coming to a stop near where he's made his bed, foot ready to prod him awake if he hasn't already got there.

Busy day.]

[ he's awake. he rarely seems to be otherwise, as tess has spent enough time sharing a rover with him now to know he's usually the last one to fall asleep, and the first one to wake. it's just in his nature, just like it's in hers not to wait for him. these days, sleep is a comfort they don't often get to indulge in, but after three plants, one would think they'd be used to the end of the world by now.

she'll come back to the smell of coffee, and the faint, bubbling sounds of a percolator that nic spent way too many credits on. two mugs are already sitting along the counter, waiting, but nic himself doesn't seem to have moved from his position on the floor, sitting upright against the edge of her bunk. he's clothed, at least, if the loose pants around his waist count enough, with his sword resting horizontally over his lap, one leg drawn up to prop his arm, an open book already popped open in his hand. he turns a page just as she looks to him, his own eyes sweeping up to meet hers.

he blinks, not moving.

even a busy day can wait for a cup of coffee. ]

[She finishes doing up her pants as she stands there, looking down to meet his eyes and resolutely ignoring the coffee for the time being. The gesture doesn't bother her. Not much. She wasn't unused to courtesies like that. And now? Hell, now it's almost been long enough for her to forget a time that they stung too sharp, reminded her too much of things she'd been trying to forget. She'd spent her whole life covering old wounds. This place wasn't any different.

But it's a secondary concern for the moment, even if the smell is almost overpoweringly alluring. She moves the last few steps to cover the distance between them, crouching down in front of him, wet ends of her hair dripping onto the floor. He sure as hell didn't look ready- even if the heat outside made it hard to want to get dressed. To abandon the cool metal and conditioned air of the rover. If you went outside without protection you'd fry.

She props her elbows on her knees, making fists with her hands and tapping the back of her left wrist a few times with her right fist. The motion makes her sleeves ride up. She's got bruises on her lower arms, small and dark.]

Work.

Or am I supposed to go plant this thing myself?

[There were other people she could help, but now? Hell if she wanted to.]

[ he sits up a little straighter when she drops down to a crouch in order to meet her at eye-level, but his expression remains unmoved for the most part. save for the way his eyes dart down to follow the movements of her hands (straying a little on the bruises along her skin, five distinct fingers on each forearm). he needn't have to check to know there are likely ten matching ones on both her thighs. ]

Breakfast first, then bombing.

[ they're not on a schedule, at least not yet. she could do to eat considering he knows for a fact she hadn't eaten much the night before. ]

[There's a second where she drops her hands, face blank, where it seems like she might argue with him. She'd rather just get it done with, not have to think about it. Do their due diligence and then slink off into the fucking gutter. As it was she was going to have to find a reason to dodge out from under whoever wanted to work with her. To get to know her. To ask about what it was like on Macha or before that or what she knew about the people in charge-

She didn't particularly want to talk to the dead, though. She'd done enough of it.

Still, it's a small request, and it's not like either of them were going to waste all day, not when there was something that needed doing.

She shrugged, pressing her palms to her knees and using the leverage to stand, unfolding with more grace than the morning should allow her.

The coffee did smell good, and if the sound is anything to go by it's nearly done. She pulled out the nearest chair, throwing her legs over it and leaning heavily on the counter, clearly waiting to be served. She sure as hell wasn't going to do it herself.]

You catch what the radius for this thing is supposed to be?

SHOULD NEVER BE TOGETHER

Levi | Attack on Titan

10, hope you don`t mind au?

not at all! sorry for the slowness, got busy fff

Leopold "Leo" Fitz | Agents of Shield |

Anna | OUAT

Sakura Haruno | Naruto

nicolas brown | GANGSTA. | m/f

Yo boy it's time for three.... sort of

makes shit up

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