From the moment you first set eyes on them, you've been drawn - but this is no meet-cute. They are completely unavailable to you: they're sworn to a duty, already spoken for (by someone powerful or evil, no doubt), precious cargo, a caged bird kept away from prying eyes, a possession of a wicked creature. Whatever the case, they are off-limits. The problem is...they are struck by you, too.
Will you fight your feelings, or will you free them so they can be with you? Either way, there's a high probability of it all going up in flames.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, role, and any other information to make you more taggable.
- Reply to others.
- RNG if desired.
- This meme is slightly inspired by this trope, but the setting can be anywhere and the genre anything.
WHO
- Caged: You're the victim here, kept locked away.
- Taken: You're in a relationship - consensual or otherwise - so you should only have eyes for one. That's not exactly the case...
- Passerby: Here you are, minding your own business, when - who's that? Why are they there?
- Rescuer: Whether you're a knight in shining armor type or someone simply paid or commanded to do this job, you never thought you'd fall for the one you had to rescue.
- Conflict of Interest: You're a guard, but you can't very well do your duty if you want the person you're guarding let go.
- Unknowing Villain: You had no idea your allies were keeping someone and you don't agree with their methods.
- Enemies: They did wrong by you in the past; even they don't deserve this, though.
- Should Be Reviled: Your people and theirs have never gotten along. You should hate them, yet you don't. You want to save them.
- Who's the Monster?: They're being locked away because they're a monster. No one could be further from a beast in your eyes, however.
- Never Felt Before: Usually, you're stone cold, but their plight has gotten under your skin.
- In this Together: Both of you are prisoners, so you can't easily save them, can you?
- Not All Bad: They're been told that they're being protected. You want to show them the outside world isn't so bad.
- The Better Devil: To be honest, you're not much better than their captor. Still, you're something new.
HOW
- Plot and Plan: You know busting them out won't be easy, so you'll put your mind to it.
- Sneak: It's an old-fashion escape with all the subtleties and espionage to get out undetected.
- Fight Anyone: Maybe you're more brawn than brains, or maybe you're just in a tight spot.
- Bargain: Their freedom for yours. Seems like a fair trade.
- Guilt: You can't really free them, can you? This fact tears you up inside.
- Give You Hope: You might not be able to get them out of here now, but you'll keep them looking towards the future.
- Keep You Happy: You'd do anything to see them smile again.
- Be Healthy: They're being mistreated or ill-fed. You can at least try to remedy that.
- Saved Themselves: They only needed an extra push. At the end, they pulled themself out of the pit.
- Selfish: No denying it, you freed them for selfish reasons.
- Selfless: What you want doesn't matter. Their safety and peace are paramount.
- Sacrifice: If need be, you'll put your life on the line.
- Used You: They didn't really love you. But they did know you'd be useful.
- Failure: Your attempt failed and now both of you are looking death in the eyes.
- I'll Steal You: They didn't want to leave their "home." You stole them away.
- Indebted Friends: So they weren't romantically attracted to you. They, however, did platonically bond with you.
- Finally "Together": You've wanted to touch them, hold them, kiss them, and be with them in every way possible, even if it's only for a moment. The smut option.
- Happy Endings: You're both safe, far from danger, and together.
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bakerstreet2019-09-20 07:15 am
Jed Marshall | The Night Manager (tv series)
Harley Quinn | DCEU
Melanie | OC
Ray Donovan | ota
Tony Stark || MCU
Re: Tony Stark || MCU
Re: Tony Stark || MCU
Re: Tony Stark || MCU
Thing was, with being Starkβs date is that everyone expected him to be just as outgoing, flirtous, bold as the man whose arm he was hanging off of. People saw the heels peeping out from his trousers and thought, slut. They say the way he licked his lips whenever Stark was close, and thought desperate. And they looked at his ass in the tight fitting suit and thought, want.
Pietro didnβt like the attention, didnβt like the people who thought theyβd climb into Starkβs good graces on his back.
Only a few hours in to what is sure to be a long party, and Pietro is sipping another flute of champagne, and leaning to kiss Starkβs throat. βHoney, Iβm bored.β
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To the casual observer it looked as if Tony was about as infatuated with his pretty Russian date as Pietro was with him. While they may not be attached at the hip, they did tend to gravitate back towards each other in regular intervals.
"You're always bored, baby," Tony purred, wrapping an arm around the other man's waist to pull him closer. He'd seen the looks and he didn't have to be a mind reader to know what everybody was thinking.
"Aren't they kissing your pretty ass properly? That fat fuck over there looks like he'll roll over at a snap of your fingers if you wanted."
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But that did nothing to make his boredom go away, and he never enjoyed the parties.
"I'm sure he would much prefer me rolling over for him," Pietro says, wincing when he looks at the businessman in question. Old enough to be his grandpa, and with a beer gut to match. "Only person I like kissing my ass is you."
He angles his hips and grinds his ass for a moment against Tony to make his point. Smile, flirt, and maybe they can duck away from the party to find a closet or bathroom to fuck in. A much better use of their time, and he wouldn't have to think about just what that business man is thinking about. Which ugh, the way he looks over and licks his lips when Pietro grinds against Tony - such a buzz kill. Didn't these rich men have anything better to do than to lust after someone else's date?
Shiera Seastar | ASOIAF | OTA
Harley Quinn | DC Comics
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She'd had plans for the afterparty. Epically romantic, extremely sexy, private reunion plans! And then her bounty hunter booty call had walked through the door and she had to suddenly make an excuse to slip away and hustle him out a side door. ]
You need to go.
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Good thing he always had his gun on him. But damn, he just wanted some whiskey on the rocks.
As she ushered him outside of the bar, Jet grumbles and relents after some prodding. He doesn't want to be here either, because in public the two of them weren't supposed to be around one another. It was their unspoken agreement. ]
What? Why?
[ He knows why, but it doesn't stop him from not budging an inch further, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
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[ Well, these days he mostly does her, but that's beside the point. ]
Mistah J is back in town, and he's about two drinks away from cutting loose, which usually means someone gets hurt.
[ That someone is often her. It's an open secret. Everyone knows he gets rough, but nobody talks about it. Harley doesn't mind a little smacking around, but something about Jet seeing it happen doesn't sit well in her gut. She puts that feeling right into the repression bin. ]
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[ He scoffs, exasperated at her words, but his voice is sarcastic and barely annoyed. He can't seem to find the energy to defend himself despite her insult being a little too truthful fo comfort. His shoulders stiffen on cue. ]
Is he...?
[ He already has an idea. Call it a ex-cop's intuition, or a dog's sense of smell when there's something going on. He doesn't like it and it's obvious in his tone, but... Jet shakes his head dismissively. He can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved, no matter how much it hurts him to think that. ]
Never mind. Just- just... be careful. [ He can't help himself. Jet reaches out to cup her cheek in his hand, a gesture of concern and affection that even he can't stop. ] If you need me, you have my number.
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You know careful isn't my kind of thing.
[ Her smile is strained and a little sad around the eyes. She isn't going to call, and they both know it. She shouldn't have even come out here with him, but she just wanted... She doesn't even know, exactly, but standing next to a dumpster with Jet makes her feel warmer than pressed against the side of the man she's sworn is the love of her life. She has to go back inside, before her ex-doctor brain turns on and thinks about what that means.
Which is about when the gunshots and maniacal laughter start, quickly followed by the sounds of escape.
That son of a bitch left her behind. ]
Are you fucking kidding me.
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I know, I know.
[ She's always been reckless, the type of woman to bring a knife to a gunfight and still win. He would say that Harley isn't his "type" of woman, but honestly, he's at that point where he'll take anything if it meant human contact. Even though she's just a booty call and probably won't be anything else, it doesn't stop him from caring about her deeply.
At the noise of raining bullets and chaos, Jet looks up with a duped expression, subtle surprise. He's predisposed to violence, but he's more shocked that The Joker left her than anything. ]
... Still going somewhere?
[ There's a playful glint in his eyes but he doesn't smile. ]
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[ The very model of generosity, she is.
Harley knows she's supposed to follow in Joker's chaotic wake, and there will be hell to pay later for going off script, but later can wait. She just wanted a nice night out and, dammit, she can still have it.
Besides, that small part of her that still knows better says her absence probably won't even be noticed for hours. ]
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[ He was going to anyway now that sheβs here. Heβs a generous man, but then again it was the least he could do to keep her with him and not run off somewhere. Not to mention he has sex with her; least he could do was wine and dine her right?
Jet heaves a sigh as the gunshots and hollering lessens as the distance grows between them. ]
Lead the way.
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She ducks under his arm and tucks herself against his side, one hand resting on his ass out of habit. Snuggling up to him in public feels like breaking a rule, but she likes breaking rules. She likes him, too.
She heads the opposite way of her beau. He already put a damper on her night once. No reason to give him another chance. ]
You gonna ask about it? Or are you just gonna be all sexily stoic while I get wasted?
don't mind me, just catching up with all the tags i owe you <3
She's surely something else entirely. Not a woman he was used to. ]
Maybe I'll drink with you.
[ He would. If anyone knew Jet Black for longer than a minute knew that he usually had a bottle in his hand. Now with the Joker gone, he could afford to be a bit more loose after all. ]
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[ She smiles up at him when he puts his arm around her and presses closer against him. It's not a cheeky grin, or a smirk, or even the leer she gets right before suggesting something terribly indecent. This is something quiet, soft, and real.
She's unusually quiet as they walk down the street, because she doesn't know what to say right now without giving too much away. Besides, she doesn't feel like there's a pressure to fill the silence between them. Keep him entertained so he stays. He'll stick around as long as she lets him, at least as long as there's a chance of whiskey or sex. ]
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Naturally, the peace of mind that befalls Jet is actually preferred rather than endless conversation over nothing in particular - actions speak louder than words - but for once he feels as if there should be something to say on his part. Like he should fill the silence with awkward talk, maybe a joke. Something. Anything.
He wants to talk to her.
Before they reach the entrance of the bar where everything went down (which seemed like it was in a bit of an uproar after the Joker left a fiasco in his wake), Jet pauses by the door. He looks down at his feet, then up at the twilight sky; anywhere but else so he didnβt have to look at Harley. He holds her tighter. ]
... do you... love him?
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Doesn't.
She closes her mouth again and frowns. ]
It's not like I thought it would be. But. Well. It's not all bad either.
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[ At least thatβs what he was getting from it. He didnβt understand her reasoning behind being with such a person - in his eyes, she deserved so much better than just βitβs not all bad,β or βitβs not like I thought it would.β Jet can only watch from the sidelines.
Maybe... if he just took her away from that... ]
But itβs not good enough, Harley. Thatβs not an answer. [ His arm slides loose from around her waist, his hands bunched into tight fists. ] Do you love him or not?
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Nobody's perfect.
[ But a breezy quip won't be enough to get him off the topic, not when he's already digging in his heels. She crosses her arms tighter around herself, her nails squeezing crescent marks into pale skin. She takes a half step back and eyes him, trying to size up how much of a fight this will be. ]
I don't know what you expect me to say here, and I don't know why it matters. I know he's no good, and I gave up everything for him anyway, and it is what it is.
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Of all people you could say that toβ¦
[ He wouldβve laughed but it just didnβt sit right with him. To dismiss all of this. To make light of what they were doing. ]
Maybe Iβm just looking for a reason to keep you away from him. A reason to give a shit. A reason to keep doing this. Drinking. Fucking. Rinse, wash, repeat.
[ Heβs rambling, but it was just all emotion boiling over into anger. The last thing he would do was hit her. Scratch that - he would never, ever do that - but the way she looks at him, defiant and pretty, Jet knows she expects it. He finally meets her gaze and his voice is surprisingly soft: ]
I donβt want to keep doing this if youβre just going to run away from me again. Run to him. It really cuts me deep, sweetheart.
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[ It comes out louder and more of a cry than intended. She presses her knuckles against her mouth to stop further outbursts and glares at the filthy street beneath their feet. ]
I never asked you to give a shit. Jet. And if you wanted something besides drinking and fucking then maybe you should have mentioned that.
[ She huffs in frustration. A headache is building behind her eyes and she lets her hair down to release the tension. ]
You're not being fair to me, either, you know. Trying to change the plot on me like this. Don't complain about getting cut when you've always known I'm a knife.
I. Don't. Know. What. You. Want.
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So why is he doing this now...? ]
Iβm mentioning it now.
[ Maybe the time wasnβt right but it felt like it needed to be said. Silence between the two of them only lasts for so long, after all. Jet raises his hands in surrender. ]
Youβre right. Iβll let it go. Fuck it. [ His mood soured (all his fault, really) he crosses his arms along his chest, carelessly slouching backward and ramming the back of his shoulders into the side of the building. He huffs grumpily. ]
... I want you.
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You've had me plenty of times.
[ She lets her arms hang at her sides, flexing her fingers, at a complete loss of what to do next. The anger is gone from her now and she just feels ... She doesn't even know. Tired, and sad, and too sober for this. ]
You could have bought me a drink before you dropped a bombshell. Just saying.
[ She sighs and pushes her hair back. ]
He'd never let it happen. You think I haven't left before?
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[ But it still wouldβve been truthful. Alcohol had a way of pulling the most embarrassing things out in the open whereas a sober person could think a bit more radically. Though just because it was logical didnβt mean it didnβt hurt any less.
Jet stares at a piece of broken glass by his foot. If he looked at her again, heβd end up saying something that would most likely ruin the night for the both of them - it could still be saved if he chose his next words carefully. Not because he didnβt want to go to bed alone (because he was fine with that at the very end) but because he didnβt want her to leave. Not yet.
God, is he selfish. ]
You can leave again. It looks like he wouldnβt give a shit at this point.
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Okay. Say I do leave him. And then what? You drop down on one knee, pull out a ring, and carry me to happily ever after? I doubt it!
I'm a lot to handle and a huge pain in the ass. You want me now but that wouldn't last if you actually had me. And if it did last until Joker decides he wants his toy back, who do you think he's going to come for? I'm not the one he'd hurt, Jet, not in a way that matters.
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[ Itβs was like he was repeating the same scene with Alisa. It was nostalgic, but it hurt. ]
I donβt really care about myself anymore. Itβs too late for me to be happy with someone... but if I had the time... Iβd make you a really happy woman. [ Jet never felt sorry for himself, but he was sure in her eyes he looked pitiful - he didnβt blame her if she came to that conclusion. He had always been that way... he sighs through his nose, turning away from her. ]
Maybe I should drink at home.
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You think you get to start this and then just walk away from me? Fuck you, Jet Black.
[ She grabs the front of his stupid flightsuit in a fist and yanks him down into a furious kiss. ]
God, you have the worst sales pitch.
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When she yanks him down - sheβs fucking strong - he makes a startled noise against her lips as they crash together. She could leave him, but Jet guesses that she didnβt want him to leave either.
... it was troublesome. ]
Iβm sorry. [ He mutters against her lips, resting both hands on her slender shoulders. ] I donβt know what the hell Iβm talking about anymore.
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You're gonna change your mind. You hardly even know me.
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[ It was almost offensive that she thought of him as someone who half-asses things. Part of Jetβs nature of his ability to stay doggedly dedicated to something. Call him stubborn, call him pitiful - Jet Black never did things in halves. He leans in close and kisses her forehead, her cheek, and then finally her lips again. ]
Iβve had a rough day today, and all I wanted to do was drink. But none of that matters anymore as long as I get to touch Harleyβs ass, I told myself. Heh.
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Harley is uncharacteristically quiet for a long time, turning the last few minutes over in her mind. She doesn't want to go after the Joker right now. She doesn't want Jet to leave. Anything more than that, well, she just doesn't know yet. ]
... Take me somewhere, Jet.
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He doesnβt know any romantic getaways, but she said somewhere, so Jet assumes she meant anywhere. Anywhere that wasnβt here. ]
Can I just... [ His hands rise, one on the small of her back, the other cradling her head, fingers in her hair. ] ... take you home? We donβt have to have sex, or drink, or do anything.
[ Home. His home. And if she listened closer to his words he meant our home. ]
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We don't have to. But we're probably gonna.
[ Like ... Come on. It's still them. ]
Alessandro Esposito | OC | M/F