It's amazing how many beginnings, in stories and in life, are based on chance. A serendipitous encounter, a chance meeting, a happy accident -- life would be dull if it weren't for the curveballs flung by a playful universe. Just when you think you've got your life figured out -- splat! -- everything changes.
You may have just had a meet-cute, in which two potential romantic leads are thrown together in a contrived and atypical, oftentimes, but not always, over-the-top manner.
In short, the meet-cute is a solution to a perennial screenwriter's problem: "We have a love story between two main characters who will presumably bicker for 90 minutes and then fall in love in the last 10. If they're so dissimilar, how do we get them together in the first place?" If the meeting itself is kind of a joke (a chance collision, a mistaken identity, a hookup with a stranger who turns out to be your ex's lawyer the next day), it's a meet-cute.
We've had plenty of memes that deal with being in a relationship and even some that look at the ends of them, but here's one about the what-comes-before: the meeting!
HOW TO PLAY- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Tag around.
- Use the RNG to determine your prompt or just go with it.
PROMPTS- No Good Bad Day: Everything is going wrong. You've spilled coffee all over yourself, missed you bus, and things aren't looking up. And to add insult to injury, you've run into somebody! Shouldn't they look where they're going?
- Is This Seat Taken?: The last seat on the bus/plane/carriage/dragon is next to a mysterious (or not so mysterious) stranger.
- Table for Two: All the other tables are filled, so you're placed with someone else when you thought you'd be dining alone.
- Love Hurts: You've accidentally fallen off of something, driven your car into a snowbank, or any other number of calamitous things. You're not badly hurt - though you may be dinged up - but you definitely need help. You need a good Samaritan.
- Hope That Didn't Belong to Someone: You've accidentally ruined an item, and you have to meet the owner. Hope they won't be too mad...it wasn't really your fault!
- Wait, Them?: You met someone earlier, didn't get on, only to learn later that the two of you will be working together in a close capacity. What can you do? Maybe you can ask for another partner...
- No Rest and Relaxation: You're staying at a hotel or a cabin, only to realize that your room has been double booked. Well, you're not leaving. The other person will just have to!
- They're After Me: You were having such a peaceful day before that asshole came running by, being chased by the [insert authority figures here]. Why'd they have to pull you into it?
- Saved: ...or the shoe's on the other foot, and they've saved you from danger. Doesn't mean you have to like them, though.
- Thought You Were Someone Else: You never forget a face- except when you do. Or think the face is someone else's. Maybe someone you cared for...
- Arranged Marriage: You've never met this person, but you hope you like them, for the good of your...oh, DAMN IT. You hate their guts.
- Ooops, I Did It Again: You totally didn't mean to run over that guy or hit her over the head with a frying pan. You're not heartless enough to not nurse them back to health, right?
- I Have a Proposition: You're not keen on each other, but you're working together for your own purposes. But at least feelings won't get in the way...nope.
- WILDCARD
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bakerstreet2023-03-20 05:46 am
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He remains quiet, however, even when he glances to Ryuji at his side and considers his question. Should they continue? Is it safe?
He wants to. God, he wants to--
Fuck it, he thinks, before he throws all caution into the wind and goes in for another, lighter kiss.
If they get caught then, well, it can mean expulsion and getting trespassed and...
Chigiri leans back, just for an inch or two of space, steadying his enamored gaze on Ryuji's.]
Risky. But hot. What do you think?
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Should he? ]
Shit. I dunno. All I wanna do is kiss you.
[ He wishes they were older, that they could just get a room at a love hotel and fuck each other's brains out. That would probably solve everything for him right now. ]
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The feeling's mutual, blondie. But...
[His head tilts, causing some of the longer strands of his fringe to curtain over his eyes. Even so, it's obvious they're full of mischief.]
You sure? That's all?
[And his hand comes onto Ryuji's thigh and, after a soft squeeze, starts to crawl upward. See? Mischief.]
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No... that's not all.
[ He's going to be honest, at least. ]
But like you said, real risky.
[ God, what are they going to do? ]
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It's not?
[How he's not busting out into laughter is anyone's guess.]
There something else you have in mind? I mean, I know it's risky, but...I'm curious. What do you have in mind?
[Like it's not obvious.
Chigiri squeezes again, lips quirking just slightly.]
I won't tell.
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I — I wanna do a lot with you.
[ He starts off, a little shy. Eyes darting away and blush on his face. Then after a moment of indecision, he admits: ]
I really... really want to fuck you.
[ That's what Chigiri is looking for, isn't it? ]
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Yes, it's exactly what he's looking for.]
Me too...
[Everything is moving so fast and sudden for Chigiri. He's not used to feeling this way or this strongly about anyone or anything. But it all feels right -- not one bit of dread in his thoughts. Like this is all meant to be happening.
His gaze flicks over to the auditorium entrance, and he worries at his bottom lip -- they were really pushing it close with just making out. Fucking is a whole other ballgame altogether...
Coyly he casts a look toward Ryuji.]
...how did you -- um, how should we do this?
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It's true though that everything is moving fast and Ryuji thinks of that himself. But it does feel right. Everything about today feels amazing. He's felt electricity with Chigiri since the moment the other boy attached to his arm and now they're here in this empty theater and definitely about to go for more. It's unbelievable, but he wouldn't take any of it back.
When Chigiri agrees that's what he wants, Ryuji swallows and his eyes flick to the door as well before back to Chigiri. They're on the same wavelength here, worried about the same things but still wanting to push forward, still wanting to do more. ]
Maybe... sit in my lap? I — I can take you from behind.
[ It would just look like Chigiri is in his lap if anyone walked in and saw them, no one would know that Ryuji is actually inside the other boy. ]
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[Fuck, that sounds amazing.
Chigiri's own cock throbs as he imagines himself bouncing up and down on Ryuji's lap like some kind of slut. How vivid the image is, and the red flush burning all over his body makes what they're about to do seem that much more obscene. And hotter. There's no doubt in his mind this will feel wonderful.
(And he's got a bunch of goons to thank for this.)
Sadly, they can't strip down completely, and the movie isn't so well-lit on its own to provide too much illumination anyway, so they won't be able to see as much of each other as they'd perhaps like. But it's fine, Chigiri thinks, there's plenty of time in the future to think about what Ryuji might look like in the buff.
He lifts his hips off his seat and pulls his pants and underthings down, just enough to where he can easily pull them back up without trouble if someone were to waltz into the theater. His cock springs free, red and hard, hardly visible even in the smothering dark, so he carefully guides Ryuji's hand to it with his free hand, whilst the other continues squeezing the blonde through his pants.
He doesn't need to, but he whispers anyway--]
Your turn, blondie.
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His hands go to the fly of his jeans and he unzips, lifting his hips off his seat to push his pants and underwear down until they're hanging around his thighs, closer to his knees. Then he sits back down on the seat, his cock thick and long and hard as he strokes it a few times before glancing back up at Chigiri.
Then he extends a palm and spits in it, reaching out with wet fingers towards Chigiri. ]
Turn around, I'll stretch you.
[ They don't have lube so hopefully spit should suffice. ]
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Chigiri's mouth waters -- he wants to jump him right then and there.
He's not inexperienced in this area but there is a benefit to stretching beforehand. Even if he's desperate to get fucked now.
He swallows and does as he's told, turning his back to Ryuji, his front to the theater screen. His thoughts, however, are a million miles away.
Pushing his hair over one shoulder, he lines himself up, hands braced on the armrests for balance, and slowly lowers himself onto Ryuji's lap, avoiding his cock altogether.
Not one to waste time, he blindly reaches out for Ryuji's hand and guides it to his ass.]
Come on, come on...
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There's no real way to do this faster, unfortunately, and the last thing Ryuji wants is to hurt Chigiri so he'll focus on fingering him open carefully. What he can do in the meanwhile is wrap his free hand around Chigiri's waist and start stroking him off again. It's a little clumsy, his dominant hand is being used for the fingering, but he's still trying his best to stroke him.
It won't be long until he has two fingers inside Chigiri, scissoring him open while his other hand moves along his cock. ]
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But then Ryuji's palm is wrapping around his cock and while it's not the strongest grip, or even steady, it nevertheless sends a jolt of pleasure racing up his spine that fizzles out shortly thereafter. He groans pitifully at the loss and his body starts to rock into those intruding fingers, aching for more.
Those two fingers will soon not be enough.
Gnawing at his bottom lip, Chigiri tips his head back, his hair cascading down his back and against Ryuji, and whines--]
Either jerk me off or fuck me already, blondie.
[Someone's impatient.]
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I'm not gonna hurt ya.
[ But then he's leaning in to kiss Chigiri with the way his head is tilted back, quickly going for a deep and eager kiss as he slides a third finger into the other boy and continues to prep him. He could probably take him after this, he thinks. It might be a little tight but it'll work and considering how impatient Chigiri is getting, he knows the other boy will want it.
His other hand still strokes him, even as they kiss, wanting to give Chigiri as much pleasure as he can as he keeps touching him from both ends. The strange part about all this is that he's not nervous, he feels like this is... right, that doing this with Chigiri feels a little inevitable. Sure, it's their first time (and also they literally just met a few hours ago) but he just likes the other boy so much, it's overriding everything else.
When he pulls off the kiss, he'll also pull his fingers out of Chigiri and let go of his cock. Then he's spitting on his palm again to lather up his cock and flicking his eyes back up to Chigiri. ]
C'mon, I'm ready.
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Chigiri kisses him back with just as much fervor, letting out a startled gasp into the other boy's mouth when that third finger penetrates him but never once letting go. If anything, it makes him clutch to Ryuji even more, his while body roiling with tension that eases, bit by bit, the more he's kissed and stroked.
Eventually the surprise and the discomfort of being stretched ebb away. Just as Ryuji pulls back away from him. Chigiri can feel his hole clenching and unclenching, and though he's no longer being jerked, he's never been more certain that he wants to be filled than now.
He swallows, watches as Ryuji slicks himself with spit and... Fuck, why is that so hot? It's a raw gesture, but it does things to him.
Without a word -- because he's sure whatever he says will just shatter the mood or maybe because he's so horny it's almost overwhelming to even speak -- Chigiri nods and with a few adjustments and clever thigh and foot placement, he's lined himself up nicely with Ryuji's cock.
As tempting as it might be to just drop down and let that cock spear him, he takes it easy instead: lowering himself, inch by inch, breath by breath, onto Ryuji's length. The strategy proves well, as he's breached and his insides stretch even further than with those three fingers. It's hot and imposing but not as painful as he'd guess. Just as long as he breathes...
Eyes squeezed shut, he laughs through a grunt, still sinking down.]
...okay, so you're much bigger than I thought...