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For most people, the lines between platonic and romantic are very clearly drawn. Not true for you two; friendship and romance intermingle in your relationship, and to be honest, it's hard to discern where one ends and the other begins. You're bosom buddies. There's a spark between you. You're lovers, too, maybe, or it could be completely innocent. You're love interests. You're intimate, you're close, you're ride or die. You don't understand why romantic and platonic can't coexist. You don't need labels.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences, i.e. no smut, etc. Feel free to include as much or as little information as you'd like.
- Reply to others.
- RNG for a prompt or choose your own.
PROMPTS
- Since Forever: You've always been friends, ever since you were young, so this closeness is an outgrowth of that.
- Natural Connection: Some people just click. You guys go together like peanut butter and jelly.
- Love Everyone: At least one of you is the type to shower love and affection on everyone you meet.
- No More Darkness: They drug you out of your not-so-pleasant path, so you cling to them.
- Owe Them Everything: You owe them a solid. You're now more than simple friends.
- No Big Deal: You don't understand romance as separated from friendship.
- Cultural: Your culture doesn't discern so heavily between "lover" and "friend," a la troll society in Homestuck.
- Closeness: Hugs, cuddles, and kisses, oh my!
- All My Secrets Away: They know everything about you and can be there if you need help.
- The Most Important Person: They're not merely a special person to you, they're The Person.
- UST: Just because your relationship is unconventional doesn't mean there can't be a few unresolved issues, can it?
- Intimacy: More like Friends with Benefits.
- Feel More Comfortable with You: So, you kinda want to try this whole sex thing. May as well do it with the one you trust implicitly.
- No One Understands Me Like You Do: In general, not many get you. But this person does and it's such a relief.
- Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood: Why do people keep thinking you're a couple? Okay, by some definitions, you are, but these guys are trying to limit you!
- Assisted Romance: One of you has a crush on someone outside the duo. The other is supportive...and wants to give some tips.
- Want to Be More: You want to actually be official and exclusive.
- Jealousy: All the attention your - well, not partner - sort-of-significant-bff has been giving other people really raises your hackles.
- Unspoken: You two don't have to speak or say anything about your status; you know what you are.
- Say You Love Me: ...still, you wouldn't mind hearing the l-o-v-e word.
- Realization: The person you want to be with forever, maybe even in a completely romantic context, is right in front of you.
- Bros Before Hos: You won't pursue or engage with someone outside the twosome because it bothers your special someone.
- Upgrade: You've decided to renegotiate the terms of your relationship.
- Romantic/Platonic Life Partners: No matter what happens, you guys are content to continue on as you are, even to life partner levels.
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bakerstreet2015-12-12 01:30 pm
Hinata Hyuga | Naruto | OTA
Trish Walker | Jessica Jones
Natasha Romanoff | MCU
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | F/M
Jemma Simmons // Agents of SHIELD // m/f
natasha romanoff | mcu
Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim
Worick Arcangelo | Gangsta. | OTA
also uh any alexs or nics out there.... come to the hairy bosom let me love you /o/]sansa stark | game of thrones
James Madison | Hamilton
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[ The party has begun to thin out a little. More just friends and teammates and less friends of friends and Lord knew Tony had a lot of those. Still though, Steve finds himself retreating to the balcony, away from the crowd that still remained. It was nothing against any of them, just that he was always the one a little bit on the outside, even after years of living in a decade that wasn't his. It was still exhausting in some little ways, keeping up. The night air was crisp, cool but not uncomfortably so, and the relative quiet compared to the buzz inside was nice. Steve lets his arms settle against the railing, a beer he drank solely for taste and habit than anything else held loosely in his hand.
Of course the worst part about making yourself alone was you made yourself distraction less. A thought that came tumbling down on him as his earlier conversation with Bruce starts to nag at him. It wasn't that Steve knew he could lay any claim to Natasha - and he doubted anyone ever really could but that was beside the point. They were friends. Teammates. Partners, though now that SHIELD had fallen and the Avengers had risen in the dust he felt that last one less and less. There were moments when he missed that, being partners. Just the two of them without the rest of the team. Without Banner.
He felt like an idiot as the framiliar pang of jealousy struck him. He was, an idiot. Steve looks out over the city and takes a drink from the bottle in his hand. He'd told Bruce not to wait - because that damn well hadn't done himself any favours. He lets out a slow breath and again tries to tell himself the same thing he's been telling himself since Natasha's little maneuver with Banner had gone from handy on the field to something that screamed more intimacy than that. Be happy that she's happy.. Of course that was always so much easier said than done, especially as he catches sight of her - all red curls, red lips and a dress that has been killing him all night - out of the corner of his eye. ]
Nice night. [ He says it quietly, lightly, before he gestures his hand out, bottle in between his fingers, at the sight before them. ] You know, it never ceases to amaze me the kid of view money will buy you.
Mikaela Hyakuya | Owari no Seraph | OTA
emma swan | ouat
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...but any other prompt you wanna blend into it/do instead? I'm game for about half of these. :T]
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A welcome one, sometimes -- one Natasha isn't as immune to as she likes to think she is, and one she can't help but observe with a touch of hope. She's not naive enough to believe in love; such constructs belong in playgrounds, on the lips of children who know no better.
With Banner, Natasha wonders if she would have a ghost of a chance. With him, things could be simple. Easier, perhaps, but Natasha is no lovesick teenager, aware of the nuances of that attraction, and knowing that it's also something she can live without, if it comes right down to it.
Black widows, after all, don't have happy endings.
Still, she notices Steve; the way he engages Bruce after she's flirted with the latter at the bar. There's another one with whom things are just a little complicated as well, with too much gone unspoken and unacknowledged. She's fond of him too, although the feelings aren't quite as straightforward.
She knows he's watching, Steve wears his heart on his sleeve despite claims to the contrary (which is why the man makes such a terrible undercover agent), and she's always enjoyed being together with him. It's easy company, and Natasha's never had any of those awkward silences with him that came with the others. He understood her and she knew him; he's the first friend she's made in a long, long time. More than that, he's the second person who trusted her the way he did, looked at her like she was capable of better and more.
So this is why she comes over, curiosity sparking in the back of her mind. The problem with wearing your heart on your sleeve, Steve, is that someone always notices. She joins him when the crowd thins, making sure that there's no inquisitive hanger-on within earshot. She smiles at that comment all the same, amused by his observation. ]
So, small talk? [ Come now, she knows him better than that. ] Something must really be bothering you.
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Her observation is a loaded one - and he's not quite sure how to answer it. Coming back to the team after everything they had gone through, after letting his emotions and feelings in regard to Natasha become blurred - not quite platonic but not quite something else either - had been hard. Watching her get closer and closer to Bruce? That had been harder.
He sets the bottle down on the ledge and shifts his weight a little. ]
So, you and Banner? [ It's not really a question, and it's not really what he wanted to say but somehow the words are there between them just the same. Steve's not sure how to follow it up. He's too old for you (that one was laughable at best all things considered), he's not right, he'll never see what you're really worth… And maybe they was it right there. What really bugs him the most about it. Natasha was special, in so many ways Steve knows she didn't even see herself. What if Bruce never saw it either.
Be happy that she's happy. He turns to glance at her and offers her a ghost of a mile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] It’s good, you seem happy. [ Good wasn't exactly right, but he could do this. She deserves better than him letting the voice of jealousy get the better of him. Their friendship deserves more than that. ] I'm happy for you, Natasha.
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jfc why do I play such losers
No, it's more like... he's weird. Maybe.
Thinking on it, he's never actually felt what he's currently feeling. Sure, there've been a few moments where his chest was tighter, or his palms felt wet. But he's always managed to shove those things to the back of his mind - well, force them there, more like. Avenging his family had been the main goal.
A goal that overtook literally everything and made it damn near impossible to focus on any of the bigger picture: friends, happiness, his...new family...
It wasn't as though he'd forgotten the first people he'd called family, of course...! No, he'd just... managed to make more room in his heart. So, in spite of his focus being on his overall goal, those feelings had all been there... and he'd found a way to function outside of the task of avenging the innocent children of four years ago.
He was living for all of it. Not always in the smartest of ways, but he was going to fight for everyone... especially those closest to him. Then, well...
...He winds up in a new world.
A strange school that torments its students, native or otherwise. He makes new friends (some which...upgrade to "family" in spite of being... inhuman) and learns things that have him realizing that life is... far more complicated than he'd ever thought possible. Apparently that includes dumb things like feelings, to boot.
Mika's his family. So, of course he wants to spend time with him! But, he shouldn't be feeling that...weird about the vampire spending so much time with other people. It's stupid, right? He's being stupid.
So he ignores it.
Though "tries to" is soon going to be a necessary pair of words in that sentence, since things don't go as intended. Do they ever in this cursed place? The days pass, and Yuichiro begins to grow more and more irritated. He'll practically bristle at people without warning or explanation... and end conversations a little quicker than usual.
This is even the case with Mika, today.] I'm fine, damn it... Just... just go stay with your new family! [That... was unnecessary, as he realizes almost immediately after. It's too late, though. The words are out there. Gritting his teeth, he looks away.] Look, I'm just... tired, or something.
[One hand gives a frustrated scrub through his hair, and he falls quiet for a moment.] Just-... [...] Forget it...
because you are drawn to protags and protags are dumb losers.
That was something he'd known a long time ago.
It amazed him that some people could be hurt emotionally and recover quickly while others held deep scars. All of that had been laid before him by the age of eight when he ended up in an orphanage full of other kids who had been abused and abandoned by their parents just like him. He'd been the oldest so despite the hardship he had suffered, Mika had wanted to give the other children a good life. A good family. Mika had been able to put all of that terrible stuff behind him so that he could love those kids like they deserved to be loved. Some accepted it easily enough, they craved love and affection as if they were starved for it. Others were difficult about it.
Like Yuu. But Mika hadn't given up on him no matter what the other boy said. They were family and he encouraged the other children to consider Yuu family too.
Then they were gone. All of the children he loved. It happened so fast and there was no way he could get them all back. That was the first time Yuu had ever admitted that they were family. Mika was sure they would be the last words he would ever hear Yuu say those words. He thought he'd die with those being the last words he ever heard.
But that wasn't the case.
Instead he'd been saved and even though Mika hated himself - hated what he became. There was only one thing he loved anymore and he was so far away. For years he focused on seeing Yuu again, on saving him. It became an obsession. Even Ferid knew that, teased him about it, flaunted the fact that he knew.
Seeing Yuu again he thought everything would be fine. That they could continue with the plan that was so cruelly cut away years ago. He thought they could leave everything behind and find some place just for them. It had come as a shock when that hadn't happened. Having Yuu slip through his fingers had been so emotional that he shed his first tears since becoming a vampire.
Just when he thought he was on the verge of finding Yuu again, another interruption happened. Once again the world that he knew ended. He'd been trapped inside of a school and made to appear human. It was fine. Everything was fine and Mika made allies, even a couple of vampires from other worlds.
Then Yuu came. His solitude ended with that. Yuu who stuck with him when Mika preferred to spend time alone, Yuu who dragged him along to sometimes stay with his human friends, Yuu who made him join after school activities as if it were normal. But it wasn't just Yuu.
Others were forcing themselves into his life, accepting him and caring about him. After the kids died, Mika didn't think he'd ever have a family again. He thought it would just be him and Yuu for as long as possible. He wanted it to be just the two of them, but that wasn't how it happened. Somewhere along the way Mika started to care for more people - started relying on them with more than just his physical health.
Yuu knows that he gets his blood from the silver-haired vampire. He'd seemed to be okay with that after a while, after getting to know him. Which is why Mika does not understand why the other teen seems to be getting more and more irritated after accidentally walking in on that last feeding.
It's as if Yuu has reverted back to that stubborn and hurt kid who refused to accept that they were family. Like he's trying to push everyone away again. Which Mika wouldn't really protest, if it were sometimes directed at him at times.
Like right now. With Yuu acting this way, it brings up his own stubborn side that just keeps pushing.] I don't want to be with them, I want to be with you.
[There's that familiar feeling that wants to just throw his arms around Yuu's neck and drag him in for a hug. To invade Yuu's personal space while the other grumps and grouches back at him.
He allows himself to give in to it just a little. Mika leans in a bit until his shoulder is pressing against Yuu's as if it'll comfort the both of them.]
What's wrong?
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Here is where they are now, her making loaded observations, and Steve putting up a front, working hard to be the decent guy that he always is. He tries, she knows; not exclusively because it's a means to an end, but because that's the man he is. It's not difficult to pick up on the subtleties of his comments, the way he works towards being happy for whatever is going on here. She knows better (there won't be an ending for her and Bruce, but she'd wanted to try, anyway, because she has nothing left to lose), and she smiles, shaking her head. ]
It's not much. [ People are attracted to each other all the time, and so often, nothing comes of it. Love is a child's game; romance and playing house are rarely mutually exclusive, but she knows Steve doesn't feel the same. She can see it in the way his smile doesn't quite touch those blue, blue eyes. He's not happy, and they both know it. It's why they work so well together, right? Each attuned to the other's nuances, aware of what made them tick. ]
It bothers you. [ Life's too short to skirt around things like these. She takes a sip of her beer. ] What's wrong?