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Unconventional

Unconventional Couple

Saying: If it fits, it ships.

The Challenge: Respond to everyone who tags you, no matter how unexpected, crazy, or mismatched the characters are. Play a ship.

RULES
- Comment with your character and preferences. If you want, you can include a one sentence or so blurb about your character. But blank comments are fine.
- Tag to others.
- RNG for prompts. Prompts cannibalized from random memes.

Sweet
1. Can't deny it - you've tried to run from your feelings for so long and you can't do it anymore. It's time that you show the object of your affection exactly how you feel. Hopefully you don't lose everything in the process!
2. First time - it's your first time making love together. Is it awkward? Do you go all out or is it spur of the moment?
3. Accidental - you didn't actually mean to confess or kiss. They overheard you or it was an accidental kiss. Maybe you were just really drunk and let it slip!
4. Close as can be - you just want to make love and you've found a spot where it's just you and your partner, however you want it to be.
5. Happily ever after - somehow, you've made it work and you're both happy together, even if it meant you had to run away together.
6. Appreciation - show appreciation for your lover! With words, a look, or whatever your choice way to display affection is!
7. Cuddling - nothing wrong with a day of cuddling...
8. Vacation - you're on a vacation! Wherever you want to be. Road trip, amusement park, Grand Canyon, etc.
9. Family - you're visiting family! Maybe they find out about your relationship, maybe they already know, or however you want to play it out! Maybe you've got news you're starting a family by getting pregnant, adopting, or even getting a new pet.
10. Acceptance - someone who disapproved of your relationship before suddenly approves. How's that feel to you and your lover?
11. Surprise - you've planned a surprise! What is it?
12. Date - first date, second date, hundredth date, etc. What are you doing for it?
13. Reunited → it's been awhile since you've seen each other and nothing can ruin this moment.
14. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Angst
1. Conflict - you've just had a fight with your lover over your relationship or how you handle it. Can you find it in yourselves to forgive each other?
2. Cheated - your lover has cheated on you and you need to confront them about their reasons why and if you can work it out.
3. Found out - you've been found out by someone close to you and they're less than thrilled with your relationship.
4. Disgust - though they play along with it, they're secretly disgusted by the relationship they have with you and it finally comes out into the light.
5. Guilt - one of you is feeling guilty over your relationship, knowing it can never be truly normal or more than a secret.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Comfort
1. Soothing touch - what better way to sooth your lover than to make love to them and show them that no matter what other people say, you're not going anywhere.
2. Fight for you - whoever has found out about your relationship is trying to hurt your lover and you're not going to let them.
3. Won't let you go - you need your lover to realize that you won't let them go, no matter what.
4. Back together - you broke up for a bit, but whatever it is between you two, you can't stay apart.
5. Injured - your lover was injured because of your relationship and it's time to patch them up.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Twisted
1. Forced - you know your partner isn't interested in you like this, but you keep them going along with the relationship no matter what. Coercion, blackmail, whatever it takes.
2. Won't take no - their lips might say no, but you're not listening.
3. Control - you've given them some kind of potion to get your love interest to love you in return and they have to do whatever you say.
4. Recorded - you're not really interested in this forbidden love affair, but you must do it or you'll face some tough consequences.
5. Insult - you're cornered by those who disapprove of your relationship, hearing how filthy you are.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Sexy
1. Rough - you want it rough and hard tonight. Bites, scratches, bruises, etc.
2. Toys - you want to try some props tonight... toys or fuzzy handcuffs.
3. Bondage - more extreme. You're tied up, used, forced to orgasm, whatever.
4. Make up - make up sex is the best sex.
5. Public - you're feeling a little wild so why not a blowjob under the tablecloth in a restaurant or sex in the car?
6. Interrupted - oh yes, oh yes, oh--who the hell is that watching us?!
7. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Ending
1. Left alone - you woke up to your lover trying to slip away in the night because of the strain of the relationship. Do you let them go or try and fight for it?
2. Torn apart - others are keeping you apart after they found out about your relationship, giving you only minimal contact. What do you do?
3. Ending fight - the argument has turned dirty and ends with one of you storming out.
4. Parting ways - both of you have decided to part ways. It's just so much easier.
5. Always love you - though you'll always love each other, maybe it's time the relationship goes back to being strictly platonic. It would be easier... or maybe that's just how one of you feels.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

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[smol ice demon, formerly a ninja]

[anything goes]

| It's a morning, and morning is as morning does. Holtz rolls off the couch, takes her sweet time in the shower, gets dressed, and goes to pick up some coffee for herself and the others. She doesn't trust Kevin to not get drool into it... And she likes an abundance of caramel in hers.

She wonders how Howard would like his, if he could. She wonders how far away they are from him being able to interact properly with his surroundings to begin with. She refuses to think about whether or not her personal interest came from him or from the fact that her work as a whole is a personal interest. When she gets back to the station, the door to her lab is open, and she hears someone scribbling something on the whiteboard. |

Morning Erin –

| Not Erin. Not any of the Ghosbusters. He is there, not in the least bit translucent, and he seems to be happily writing away a formula that will most definitely grasp her attention once she has gotten over the immediate victory of science over nature and reason. |

We've done it.

| She sounds breathless at first, and the coffee tray is put down and immediately forgotten about in the wake of her excitement. |

Mr. Howard Stark, we've done it!

[Anything goes; all prompts are good, and while m/f is the default he'll go for m/m if the mood strikes too. If you're not sure, just ask.]

[Vampire + reaper seems like a pretty unconventional couple to me, if you're interested?]

[sounds good to me!]

[Sweet! Gonna roll with "back together," cause that seems a likely scenario for these two, but feel free to mix it up if you like.]

Tessa and Cassidy went way back. She'd met him the way she met most people--when somebody was about to die. In fact, that was how most of their subsequent meetings came about, and it hadn't taken long for them to figure out each other's secret, but it didn't matter. Not really.

Of course, Cas spent a lot of time on the run, and Tessa was still married to her work, so they couldn't always be together. But more often than not, Tessa's work would lead her right back to Cassidy, and for a little while, it would be just like old times.

( To those who believed in that kind of thing, it probably would come as no surprise that Howard AW Stark had turned out to become a ghost. After all, "ghost candidates", as it were, were generally thought of to be unhappy spirits. Restless souls with unfinished business here on earth, trapped in purgatory until they could resolve whatever it was that weighed so heavily on their mind. Those who had died a violent death too were often considered likely to become ghosts, and truly, he fit into both categories so perfectly, it's a wonder that there was any shock at all. In death he had returned to his happiest times, back to when he was in his late 20s, right after the second world war. Before things started to weigh too heavily on his mind, and in some ways, he had been content with that. It was why he had never tried to continue on to "the other side". He was at peace, or so he had convinced himself to believe. Whatever unfinished business he had in this world was yet to be resolved, but he was in no rush to find out just what it was.

There was no "violence" in his ghostly ways. He had returned to Stark Mansion after his death, and while he at first had tried to contact the real world of sorts, there had been no one "sensitive" enough to pick up on what he was trying to project, the few times he gave it a bother to try. Mostly, though, he kept to himself, in what once had been his office and rarely used anymore.

The Mansion had been closed for years, never sold, but not in use either, until there was talk of it finally being sold. In some ways that had been upsetting to him. This was his home, after all. This was where he had spent some of the best years of his life, so when people came to start looking it over, to evaluate its worth and all, he had tried to reach out to them. To tell them that no, this was already someones. Someone lived here, and that they couldn't just sell it without his permission. What it had lead to was a series of events he could never have thought, bringing him from the mansion, to the lab of a somewhat mad scientist, though one who over the brief time he had. Been in her possession, one might say, he had come to admire with reverence.

It had been strange the first time she had released him from his "housing", and doused him with a spray, and then subsequently gaped as he had materialised in front of her. The expression, at least, had been somewhat mutual as he gaped at her gaping, asking quietly "can you see me?" which earned a nod, but then she had frowned and scrambled, so it seemed the effects hadn't lasted. Since then it had been a long, hard, partnership of sorts as she worked to reformulate her concoction, with him giving bits and pieces of advice here and there, when she had doused him with enough to keep him visible, and able to talk for more than a minute.

There had been a breakthrough the night before, however, with a machine left on throughout the night, to build up strength, and after the morning douse, by the time she returns to the fire station, it's all come together and materialised. Literally.)

Where's my cup of coffee, then?

(He grins at her, it's wide, his eyes sparkling a moment before he shakes his head at her.)

No, Ms.Holtzmann, you've done it.

(Because sure, he may have helped a little, given a suggestion when he could, he was somewhat familiar in bringing those in a state back, it had been mostly her work, or at least her executing it.)

But haven't I told you before to just call me Howard?

Howard. Yeah.

| She's still broadly grinning, and then... Then he can most likely already see the potentially bad idea hit. It's a crash test. They do them with cars. Not the most scientific method, but in a fit of early morning excitement, it can possibly seem quite reasonable.

That's the official statement. The unofficial version largely focuses on how happy she is to have gotten her not-nearly-so-new friend into a state where he is actually tangible.

Longest story very short, hopefully he isn't too excited to be disappointed by his inability to consume coffee, because Holtz more or less throws herself against him in a big hug before anything else is dealt with. |

[I dig it!]

The very nature of Cassady's existence was good mixed with bad. Sometimes really good mixed with REALLY bad; a man bestowed with near immortality and the kind of label that brought all the viciousness of humanity out, it was sort of inevitable. But among all the terrible things, there was Tessa. Tessa, who was hardly human herself, who dealt with humanity's frailties on a daily basis and didn't shy away from the other half of the coin of his life.

It had been a few years, this time, as happened from time to time. A shame, of course, but he knew better than to try to grasp anything too tightly by now. Didn't always end the best, for anyone.

Granted, as he regarded the current situation, that was probably putting things lightly, but they were what they were.

He watched the man in front of him, the shabby man with a wooden stake and a silver cross and Latin on his tongue like he was some kind of demon, and rolled his eyes. A sideways gaze towards the woman nearby, or at least where he guessed she'd appear, and the words that followed were more for her benefit than the hunter's.

"So, which d'you think you're here for, luv?"

She didn't stay away on purpose. Not really. She just lost track of time. Maybe that was one of the reasons she kept coming back to Cassidy--because he wasn't subject to time in the same way as other people were. At least, it didn't age him, physically. And it was nice not to have to say goodbye to someone as soon as they'd met.

She smiled wryly as she surveyed the seen upon which she had appeared, wondering if Cas knew she was coming, or if he'd only hoped. She was pretty sure he Lain-spouting hunter was going to try and take advantage of the vampire's apparently divided attention, but that rarely went well. Especially sice the shabby man was clearly rattled by her sudden appearance, babbling like a man possessed.

"Depends how the next few minutes play out," she said, "And if our friend, here, is smart enough to run while he still can."

Much as he'd refuse to admit it, Cassidy was a hopeful sort of fellow. Friends were friends through thick and thin, for better or worse and all that, and Tessa had been more than that for a good long while, no matter everything else. Of course he'd hoped. Might not have been the intention behind it, but when hunters were involved he never intended it. Just was a nice perk when she peeked her head in, was all.

"Oh, I doubt he will, they never do. No matter how much I warn 'em beforehand. Always have to try to get the last word in. Right, you scummy bastard?"

He grinned at him then, like they were old friends.

"Could you quit the sermonizing though? Just sort of boring, and I can tell you right now it's not going to do you any good."

At that, the man steeled himself further, gripped his tools tighter and advanced. Cassidy couldn't help the eyeroll.

"Alright then, come on."

Tessa sighed audibly, and when the hunter made his all too predictable move, she countered--the lights flickering as her Biker Snow White facade blinked out of existence. She reappeared at Cassidy's side as a shrouded, spectral visage that would make most people stop and think twice. It wasn't exactly playing by the book, but hunters like that tried her patience, and there was no sense in letting the poor, ignorant bastard force Cassidy to kill him if he didn't have to.

If appearing as the goddamn Grim Reaper didn't put the fear of God into a man? It was his funeral.

Malcolm stood looking at Felicity a rare smile on his face. There was just something about her that he quietly loved. "Oliver Queen is an idiot," he mutters, "letting you go like he did. I will always treasure you for who you are."

Felicity was slightly out of breath and flushed when she reached the table. She blushed even more at his words.

"You... thank you. You look great," She replied lamely. "Sorry I'm late... Curtis had a breakthrough and I had to make sure it was right. Did you ever feel like you life was a dream and you never wanted to wake up?"

His grin widened at that, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. It was always good, seeing her like that. Her true nature, always a bit of a thrill in it. So he grinned, lips tugging into a tight, too-wide rictus, and the man stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. Cassidy didn't relish fear. Didn't like the way they inevitably reacted, like he was evil and inhuman, and never mind that one of those was true for sure.

He took a step forward. The hunter took a step back. Another, quicker lunge, and he scrambled even further backwards. The laugh was unavoidable, out before he could clamp down on it, but then what was the point in worrying about it?

"Boo," he commented, just the right amount of soft and menacing, and the idiot turned tail and ran.

Once he was gone, for sure, Cassidy turned towards Tessa, the grin softening, more friendly and glad rather than intentionally intimidating.

"Well that went a hell of a lot better than I was expecting. Sorry to ruin your quota though."

Malcolm has to take a second to think when Felicity walks in front of him. He might be able to conceal his reaction, but he was still a man and Felicity Smoak was beautiful. He chuckles. "All the time," he admits, "I never expected to be where I am now as a matter of fact."

She smiled back at him, her own features growing more solid and substantial as she closed the distance between them once again. The look in her eyes was a little more than just friendly, but she couldn't help it. Cassidy was one of the very few who was not only unafraid of her true form, but actually liked seeing her that way, and it was kind of a turn on. Kind of a big turn on.

"Oh, don't worry," she said, opening her arms to him. "I'll see him again. He's just moved back a few places in the queue. Right now? I just want to see you."

[He's kind and caring and social. So where are the ice princes, bad asses, playboys and socially awkward-like hermits? lol.]

(He does raise a brow at the way she's looking at him. It's plain as day that the gears and cogs in her head are on the move, he's seen the look on her face plenty of times before, but just what it is that' going through her mind, he's not really sure of at all. But then again, that being said. She's a woman, and he knows all too well that you can never really understand what's going inside of a woman's head, no matter how academically compatible you are.

The hug. Well. He didn't see that coming, that's for sure. Maybe he was expecting her to touch his arm, to poke him. Maybe to shake his hand in a formal greeting, but women were bolder these days, he supposed, though the hug was still welcomed, and happily. Even for him, it was something of a moment.

One of the things that had been strange in his vapour form was the lack of feeling anything at all. Cold, heat, weight, wind. But now he could, and her heavy, warm weight is the best thing he could have started out with. He could smell, too, which was something he hadn't realised how much he missed until now. But because of it he tucks his nose against her neck and inhales deeply, and well, he's not about to let go until she is.)

You're a genius, you know.

He was more than happy to accept her as she moved closer, arms wrapping around her as he stepped into her space with a pleased grin and a demeanor not unlike a puppy whose owner just returned after a trip. Sure, it wasn't like he wagged his tail, and he did try to keep a lid on it, but habits, and all; she as much as said she'd come because of him, regardless of the intricacies and unknowns in it. It was a good feeling.

"I'll take it. The last time you showed up on my account was a bastard. Better this way, you ask me. Even if I'll have to worry about that arsehole later."

He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled deep, squeezing her tight in the process.

Tessa grinned, and wrapped her arms around him in return, laying her head on his shoulder. All circumstances aside, no one else had ever been as happy to see her as Cassidy was every time they met. He never seemed to get tired of seeing her, and she certainly never tired of seeing his face light up when she arrived.

She hoped the shabby man would have a change of heart, and leave well enough alone. But for the time beingm she was content to put it from her mind. Who knew how mug time she'd have with Cassidy before she had to take another job? She just wanted to make the most of it--and maybe make up for some of what they'd lost.

"It's been too long."

"Much too long. I was startin' to think I was gonna have to give you a call myself," he quipped impishly, fingertips tracing along her spine.

"Not that I'm protestin' here, of course. How long d'you think we've got this time?"

He hated the fact that it always happened like this. That there was always a timetable; sure, it kept things interesting, and made for a good time every time because of it, but even so. Might've been nice to not have to worry about the ticking clock.

"As long as it doesn't involve inducing cardiac arrest, like the last time someone tried to call me," she parried. His next question made her lift her head, and look him in the eyes. It was a familiar question, but she didn't think she would get over knowing just how muh he missed her when she was gone.

Or how much she missed him.

"Well," she said, weighing her options, "I suppose I ought to stick around in case our shabby, Latin-spouting friend does something stupid. And, knowing the kind of trouble that follows you, and Jesse, and Tulip, I suppose I could work out some kind of deal with the local reapers, as long as you're in town." She smiled, and arched her brows at him curiously. "How long do you think that gives us?"

"Well I'm not about to shock a bloke just to get a date, I'm not that desperate."

Probably. Most of the time. And he wasn't quite pathetic and sad enough to put himself in that serious danger just to see her. Also probably. He'd yet to run into another of his kind, past the obvious, he could hardly be blamed for wanting to spend as much time as he could with someone who was on par with him in her own way.

So he almost visibly relaxed at her compromise, leaning down to steal a delighted kiss.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll go for it, we're far too much trouble for 'em as it is. So that's...couple weeks, maybe?"

Tessa hoped he wasn't desperate enough to put himself in danger, either. But she could understand why he might. It could be lonely, living for so long in a world where so many people were less than understanding of anyone...different. And where else was she going to find another guy who looked at her the way Cassidy did?

She smiled, and kissed him again.

"And a couple more in the next town," she suggested, feeling optimistic. "Assuming you don't get sick of me." Maybe they could actually make it work.

[Anything's unconventional when you're a skeleton.]

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