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Will they or won't they

will they, won't they?

Oh my god, there is nothing more frustrating than when you want to kiss someone and press them against a wall, but for some reason, you can’t—or when you see two people who are obviously in love and you want to shove them into a room already. What is preventing you two from getting together? Can anyone end this?

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc. in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-15 for a prompt.
3. Reply to others and play the scenario out!
4. JUST GET A ROOM ALREADY. OMG.

prompts

1. BOSS ✖ A romance with a higher up or your boss is taboo for many good reasons, but you’re finding yourself falling in love with them anyways. Will others approve? Will one of you have to quit your job to not get the other into trouble?

2. JUST FRIENDS ✖ Talk about one of the biggest roadblocks to love ever! You want to kiss them, but you don’t want to ruin your current relationship. What are you going to do? Will you get the guts to confess and hope for the best?

3. GOALS ✖ You want to tear down a building to build an apartment complex, they want to make it a historical landmark. Opposing dreams and goals are huge roadblocks, especially if you happen to want to ‘sleep with the enemy’… literally.

4. TEAMMATES ✖ You work well together, you can depend on them no matter what, and you get along outside of the office or game. What you feel is just that happy camaraderie, not any mushy feelings of love or romantic affection! Is it?

5. DENIAL ✖ No, no way. You do not love that other person. They are stupid or just too prideful or you’re not interested in them at all. Ha, admit it, you totally are. Now go over there and admit your feelings before everyone around you goes insane.

6. COWORKERS ✖ Oh, this is awful. You really, really like your coworker, but there is a no dating policy, or they don’t date coworkers under any circumstances. Dare you make a move after hours or in the break room? It could be worse; you could have the hots for your boss.

7. POLITICS ✖ Clashing beliefs and heated debates always gets the blood pumping, and even though you have sworn to defeat them and get your bill pushed through, their eyes make your heart jump and makes you reconsider your ideals… Can you find a compromise or let bygones be bygones?

8. TAKEN ✖ Oh god. How can you confess to someone who is already taken? Why are you even feeling like this? You must never let them know. Ignore everyone who is encouraging you to take a leap of faith anyways. They are taken and that is that.

9. SOCIAL CLASS ✖ She is a princess, you are a stable boy, he is a rich lord, you are the scullery maid… Money is an important factor to any relationship, and sometimes, it can be one of the barriers. But how long are you going to let positions and titles keep you apart?

10. PRIDE ✖ You? Be in love with someone like that? Ha! No way. You are far above them, and you deserve only the best love. But… what if they are the best love and you just don’t realize it yet?

11. FAMILY FEUD ✖ One of the most famous of all the situations, for some reason, your families are fighting and as much as you like the other person, you can’t betray your family this way. But is there a good reason for the feud? Or a misunderstanding? Will true love conquer all without the abundance of death?

12. OBLIVIOUS ✖ This is the most frustrating one ever. It’s not that they hate each other or someone else is making a barrier, it’s just that they you have no idea how good of a couple you would make or how you always flirt with each other. Will one of you realize it, or does someone need to give you a push?

13. DUTY ✖ Bound by honor and loyalty, you can never cross the line that divides you and your love, be it that you swore to protect them or they serve you. Or will you? How will others react to this? Might it be considered forbidden?

14. FRIEND-ZONED ✖ Oh no, it's not what you think. You see, your best friend likes the person you like, and they are trying to go on a date with them (or get into their bed). But you can't let either of them know, because that is not what good friends do. But what do you do if your mutual crush is interested in you anyways?

15. WILDCARD ✖ Is there something we missed? Is there another scenario you want to play out, or would you like to roll the dice again? Go for it!

(credit to

allmymemes)

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[ He is so shy... ]

[teammates is absolutely most likely, he's a little in love with everyone on team Absolute Crushers.]

[look i just had to comment because HE ABSOLUTELY IS LOL]

[HE IS GOING TO WOO THEM ALL AND THEN still be monogamous somehow rip]

[Yo! so these two were super sweet and wholesome in the other thread so I was wondering if you wanted to complicate that a bit :3]

[WHY NOT......two guys, trying to figure out if it's worth shooting their shot with each other, dancing around the subject literally because they are bi >:J ]

[Painfully bi... and both concerned about camp dynamics as a whole but rly rly wanting to smooch under the stars thanks in part to liquid encouragement... I love it. Let's go, twinkletoes.]

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The hill giant said what?
Ahahaha! Hahahaha! ...Ha...

[The night was not young.

The inhabitants of the campsite had long since retired for the night. Tav, if sober, would have marked the present time somewhere between deepnight and thuldark- but he was not sober. And thus the sorcerer did not care a jot for the time. For he is lying upon his back in front of the Blade of Frontiers' tent (and in part, on the Blade's torso which, by the by, is an excellent pillow) surrounded by empty bottles which served as proof of the fact that neither of them had gotten any sleep that night.

Wyll's stories are incredible. With a ~~little~~ lot of alcohol-induced inhibition shredding, they're hilarious too. And the half-elf's laughter peals across the campsite- causing one or two lights to flicker on and off in one tents, and a faint cry of tsk'va! coming from another.

Tav is too far gone to care.
Far, far, far too gone- and as he shifts himself to glance to this (unbelievably) good-smelling, heroic pillow's face, the clasp of his hand over the neck of a bottle loosens. As his eyes meet the mixture of fiery and pale that serves as Wyll's own, he swallows.

Is that... anticipation?
Or is it just the ground spinning?]

[In the morning, they're going to regret this. The drinking, at least; trekking on a hangover is hellish, and there's no way that they'll be allowed to live it down, but Wyll's nightcap had turned into a cloak, into a blanket, perhaps. The world is, at least right now, warm and colourful and soft

(even with that tsk'va cutting through his cotton wool brain like a knife for a moment, ah sweetest Githyanki maiden!)

But his stories wander, with his tongue so loosened and his horns not weighing so heavily against his scalp, and that means that he needs a moment to get his next one back in retelling distance; it makes for a fair reprieve, good time to chuckle and shift and then, perhaps, to look each other in the eye. To look overlong. To think less about stories and more about how pallid even the lushest grass must look when compared to the eyes locked on his own.]

Here, let me take that bottle. My tongue's gone dry from wagging so much, at any rate. [Punctuated by a good-natured chuff, but it does nothing to hide the way his heartbeat's spiking at just how comfortable this all is, how within reach Tav is, how they are alone. Not willingly. Not willingly at all. He knows how the others feel, as surely as he knows how he feels. Hard not to be swept up in the fever of life, death, and the kindnesses in between. How many hearts would he break if he just leant in right now, instead of reaching over for the bottle of wine? It'd be selfishness, pure and simple.

He can't look away, all the same. Reaches over, lets the gesture tug them in closer together without any further intent.] You're going to curse my name in the morning, you know. And I don't think I'll find it in me to feel a whit of guilt.

[Oh, most assuredly. When the dawn breaks, naught awaits them but mutually assured suffering. Suffering, more than likely, some party members will be inclined to heighten. Be it by the abrupt clattering of equipment at the most inopportune moment, by finding their packs loaded with stones, or by impromptu lectures darkening whatever day tomorrow turned out to be.

Regardless. What will happen is tomorrow's burden, something that this sorcerer has no wish to think about tonight lest he finds himself prematurely sobered up. Yet that is not the only reason he finds himself so willing to dismiss what will come. Truthfully, Wyll is not the only one who finds himself so moon-eyed.

Devils, truthfully, had never been things that had done anything but turn his blood cold. Wyll's transformation, despite Tav's insistence the other still was the Blade, had pricked at his empathy for the simple fact that his friend would strike the same dread into others on sight. Yet here, by the dim firelight and the stars, the sight of him is anything but dreadful. If anything, the inhuman lines and ridges underneath his face pool both light and shadow so very handsomely- and his eye, his good eye- radiates a kindness, a playfulness, that is as far from devilish as could possibly be.]

Certainly.

[As he moves to oblige Wyll with the half-full bottle, a thought strikes him. Half-thought, half-something else. With a single movement, he could pass him what he wanted. And better yet, he could straddle his lap. He could wrap his hand around one of his horns. He could bring him closer with a single pull, and he could feel the rasp of his stubble across his face. He could taste new nuance to the wine that yet lingered on his lips.
If he could just-

No.

A cheeky swig of the bottle is taken (to slake his own sudden thirst) before it is brought unto the other's waiting hand- and indeed, he is tugged close. Close enough, hopefully, to not give any inclination of what had passed through his mind. And:]

I doubt it.

[A slight pause, and a playful smile upward. It's so very late, and they've drank so very much. His hand toys with the strings at Wyll's shirt, more whimsical than anything.]

I doubt I'll be sober until at least highsun. So if any curses are to happen, it'll be far afterward.

[At the very least, they know that no one will leave Tav behind, even if it's to vomit by the side of the road or something equally unseemly, so if Wyll can just keep his own future outbursts in synch, then they'll both be fine, right? And it's the tipsiness now that surely explains the way Wyll wants desperately to read into every little thing, just to justify the way his cheeks burn from more than the wine alone.

If anything, this closeness, the way that everyone's treated him with grace and little other difference, the kindness within the boundaries of camp as a whole...That's a better balm than anything else. Maybe even better than his father hypothetically gripping him by the shoulders and saying that he's a good man even like this. Gods know that it's a different class of comfort right now, that's for sure. Despite every attempt at platonic amiability, his gaze darts down to those fingers playing about his collarbone, then back up.

Fuck. Shit.]

I'd say something about hair of the dog, but I think that'll just get us labelled as drunkards, and I think I'd rather not besmirch your reputation alongside my own. Perish the thought, actually. No, no, we should really--

[Any attempt he'd been trying to muster at getting up and lurching off to his bedroll is thwarted by the way the world spins, which is a tragedy. If only he could find solace, then he could push away these alluring thoughts of courtship, of a quick first kiss and then a second, a third maybe, until they had to tear themselves apart for dignity's sake ah this is a veritable pox upon his thoughts. ...At least Wyll only wobbles a little, instead of fully upsetting them both.]

--get used to the idea of falling asleep here. [Huff. Not exactly civilised, going to do numbers on their muscles in the morning more than the grog'll do on their brains, but like hells he's moving now.] ...I won't keep you if you're more capable than I am, but I'm a lost cause for the night, I'm afraid. And I fear we might wake with slit throats if we keep on talking, don't you?

[At the very least, Gale keeps squinting at them from his own tent, face cast in the glow of a magic flame for the late-night reader. Must be hard to concentrate with all of this nattering (and the idea of possibly losing everyone's favourite love interest to Wyll of all people).]

We should really...?

[A series of little spins follows. Tiny, little ones- the ground in his peripheral vision beyond how inordinately interesting the fastenings on the other's tunic seem to be- giving minuscule little shakes. And then one large wobble. And then he realizes. The other man is trying to get up from underneath him. He moves his hand away as if abashed... though truly. His facial expression and the somewhat wry smile forming at the corner of his lip says he is anything but dejected.]

No, I think I'm-

[Stubborn. Perhaps too stubborn for his own good, even when sober. When drunk, and when the wit and tenacity required to back up such a mindset happens to be replaced with naught but cotton wool between the ears? Stupidly stubborn. Stupidly stubborn enough to pull himself into a sitting position, to openly reel, and, Gods forbid, almost carry on this newfound momentum to its natural conclusion- a faceplant into the campfire.]

-Hells.

[Whether by pure serendipity or timely intervention on the Blade of Frontiers' half, Tav's face escapes his first scar. And naturally, he seeks where would be the safest. Lying down in the dirt, his face nestled somewhere between the Blade's bottom rib and his armpit.

And embarrassingly, disgustingly he nuzzles it. His eyes close, and one might think sleep has come. But lowly- sluggishly-]

Mm. Need our throats.

How else am I to regale everyone with stories and flattery if I lack one? And you--

[Ah, that sure is a face against his side. He pauses, blinking almost equally sluggishly, before leaning yet a-fucking-gain, just to try and sling his arms around Tav's...Anywhere, really, in order to pull him back up. The first attempt fails. The second is...Okay no, Wyll's failing at this one. So he resigns himself to simply slithering back on down so that they're face-to-face, very risky business indeed, and puts on his sternest expression.]

How are we to get out of our tightest squeezes if you cannot talk for us? No, no. Throats are needed. Shhh.

[Then, a drunken little giggle. He knows he's the blabbermouth here, slightly more wired as he is.] Shhhhhh.

Shhhhh. Shhhhhh. Shh.

[This is far from their best moment. This is something terrible, something awful, something utterly, totally, inexplicably stupid. Something that should prove a cautionary tale to anyone that would even consider imbibing- and something, frankly, that even makes a goblin celebration seem somewhat refined.

This is stupid. They're stupid. So stupid.

But for the moment, Tav doesn't care. He sees far more merit in out-shushing the Blade than in any form of introspection, and gods- that giggle, that energy is contagious. He can't help but do so as well, giggling entirely unrepentantly as he continues to shush and giggle and shush- as if doing so is the funniest thing in all of Toril.

Except...
He does have eyes.
He can see things. The contrast of brilliantly white teeth against the pretty hue of his skin. The way those ridges upon his face are less angular, less harsh when he smiles so genuinely. The way his eyes form crescents and... He's beautiful. No less strong for it. No less worthy of respect, but in this moment, utterly beautiful.
So beautiful, he cannot help himself. His hand moves, tentatively, to trace the outlines of the scars at the side of his skull. He nestles close.]

...Shh.

[A final shush, before he raises his head to gently- so heartbreakingly gently- touch his lips to the other's lower one. There's a faint quiver. If Wyll's tadpole was not fully pickled at this point, it might inform him that the shiver is multiple things. The fear of rejection. But moreover- trepidation.]

[Plenty of canon options, totally open for cross canon and AU as well]

[ Prompts that work for Bongchun include:

1 Boss - Bongchun as the subordinate
2 Just Friends - Bongchun would never make the first move without some strong signals
4 Teammates - Similar to 2
5 Denial - He wouldn’t blame you for thinking you’re above dating him
6 Coworkers - Similar to 2 again
8 Taken - If he’s already taken, we can play out some sad unrequited feelings/doomed to fail confessions
9 Social Class - He’s a peasant farmer!! Come be his prince/princess!!!
10 Pride - similar to 5
12 Oblivious - Perhaps the most hopeless scenario. He’s so oblivious, would he even manage to respond if your character is just as oblivious???
13 Duty - Sounds fun, but prolly similar to 9

Present or Past AUs work depending on what number you pick.]

[ Nothing sexual, of course, but the more uncomfortably inappropriate the better, otherwise. ]

( oh no it's one of my favorite tropes. 😔 let me tell you, this guy is unlikely to give a fuck about any of these so-called complications, so if you're interested in somebody goading your character on about their feelings in scenarios 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 11, or 14, he's your man. rich boy twat free space for 9. if you're interested in a scenario where he's ~hesitant or tortured about his emotions, which are situations that i regret to inform fellow meme readers i enjoy, pick 5, 10, or 12.

please (esp. canonmates !?) be advised that elan is oc-adjacent and predominantly comprised of me making shit up from throwaway screenshots/literal minutes of air time, seeing as his main role in gwitch was to loan his character design out to better people. F. he comes in two flavors, maximal headcanon or "played straight;" see his info post for specifications. here's his permissions.

canonmates, if you're out there... open to everybody for this meme except suletta, norea, and miorine due to [ SPOILERS 🤪 ]. )

( 5, 7, and 10.

that's it, that's the meme -- just kidding. i'm also interested in 2 and 13. i don't really want to deal with his shitty opinions about women for this one, so if you'd like to throw your female character at him, assumed !! POSITIVE !! CR is a must and very welcome (unless you're misa, who is welcome in any form she comes). other canonmates who are chill for this meme: L, mikami, kiyomi uhhhhhhhhh ... god that's really it, isn't it. crosscanon/medium/oc's also fine. info, permissions. )