[RP] [OPEN] The Relationship Meme

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The Relationship Meme
nabbed from memebells

Dramatic or cracky, there are options for everyone who has a sudden itching to play out some ships.

↘ Post your character below, listing their name and series in the subject.
↘ Others respond after going to random.org and entering 1-16 for a scene, reply back and have some fun!
↘ Roll as many times as you like! Play out as many scenarios as you want! Just enjoy the fluffy or angsty goodness.

● 01 I HAVE A CONFESSION | There's someone you really like and it's finally time to tell them! It can be spur of the moment or elaborately planned out.
● 02 START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL | You've just got together and everything is great! You can't stop thinking about each other or keep your hands off your significant other. You want to spend all the time you can together, doing whatever!
● 03 CAN'T GET IT UP | It happens to everyone, honest! For whatever reason, you just haven't been able to perform or maybe you're just not interested in sex. Is it because things are dull? Is it because you're not attracted to your partner? Or have you just been too busy or stressed out?
● 04 SAW YOU LAST NIGHT | You think you saw your partner in the arms of another - was it an honest mistake or is something honestly going on here?
● 05 FIRST TIME | It's the first kiss or the first time making love with your partner and you're so nervous and awkward, you're sure you'll mess it up! Maybe you do, but that's okay... they like you, right?
● 06 ANNIVERSARY | Two week, two month, two year, or whatever number you decide, that's how long you've been together with your partner and you want to do something special to celebrate it!
● 07 WANT YOU BACK | You broke up, but it was a mistake. You need to correct it ASAP... will your lover take you back though?
● 08 JUST MARRIED | Just married! Is it the wedding night? The honeymoon? You decide!
● 09 BAD ROMANCE | You're no good for each other and you know it! Unfortunately, your relationship is so sizzling, you can't break it off and you don't even want to.
● 10 FIGHT | You're both in one of those moods where you just want to sit around fighting over every little thing... bills or money, friends, your partner staying out too late, or whatever you can think of!
● 11 LET'S MAKE UP | Of course making up is the best part though! Whatever it was is totally forgotten now.
● 12 HONEY, I'M... | You've been feeling a little funny for a bit, so you take a pregnancy test and... oh no! Or is it 'oh great!'? Time to tell your partner either way...
● 13 ABOUT LAST NIGHT | Time to face that one night stand...
● 14 CHEATER | You're not being cheated on! You're the other person meddling with someone's lover! But for whatever reason, you just can't say no even if you know you should...
● 15 OBJECTIONS | You're facing a lot of objections to your relationship and it's starting to put a strain on it. Why don't you sit down and discuss it, see if you can work it out?
● 16 HAVE TO LET YOU GO | You have to break up with your partner... not because you want to! But because you need to protect them... can you do it successfully? Will they find out? You decide!

Comments

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[School was hard. It was really hard, and it was harder because he was so far from his dad. He should have been used to it by now, but sometimes he regrets transferring because he can't run home to his bed and Nana's portrait+ashes combo when things get hard. Here, he has to call friends, see them in person, and it's still weird. He'd depended on online interaction for so long, but he was much better now as far as being social went.]

[John had meant to ask Dave where in Texas he lived, if it was in bus distance or even by train, if they could grab lunch sometime. The state was huge, yeah, but there was the chance that they could finally meet in person, just maybe. But this semester was stupidly difficult, so between a 15 hour schedule and trying to pass them all with flying colors, John forgot to ask. Sometimes he forgot he was even in Texas until he took time to actually look around outside; there were more than enough flags to remind him. Dave was never too far from his mind, but just enough for him to let his ideas slip through the cracks.]

[He rarely goes to parties, despite having a thousand friends from all kinds of different programs. They never seemed worth the loss of study time. This one, however, was special, in a way. Well, it wasn't so much "special" as it was a reward to himself for doing well on all of his tests for two week straight and getting all his homework done early. He could afford the loss of two days estimate, so he went all out, taking drinks as they were handed to him, dancing like a dork (he's pretty sure he remembers Jessica trying to initiate some dirty dancing with him, but if she succeeded eludes him), and got convinced to go chat up the DJ. It was probably intended as a prank by his friends in revenge for all the pranks he pulled on them, but the alcohol in his system had him wobbling to the DJ booth, grinning, and reciting some cheesy-ass line without introducing himself.]

[The rest was mostly a blur. During the night with the DJ, he sobered up just enough to let his mind clasp onto the moment, of amazing touches and pleasure he hadn't felt and he was so relaxed. It was wonderful, he remembered moaning and touching the DJ's hair while he--oh god that man's mouth was the bringer of heaven or something. He woke up first, and spent the entire time staring at the boy he was cuddled up to, taking in his features and trying to remember more through the pounding headache. This is the first glimpse of his face that isn't obscured by party lights and alcohol, and he's not just a blur of palepalepale. John startles when he wakes up, and loses his breath.]

[The boy from his foggy, dizzy memories has blaring red eyes, and John is scared to death that the recognition runs deeper than that.]

...Hi.

[knightofcool]

[Dave spent a very long time never taking his sunglasses off in the presence of others. On some level, it's still a little bit tense to have someone looking right at them, a reminder of the sneering and disturbed questions from kids, but fuck it, nobody cares so Dave doesn't care. The corner of his mouth quirks up, just a little- this guy's cute. Like, really cute. There is no question in Dave's mind as to why he took him home last night.]

Sup?

[He rolls his neck against the pillows and arches his back at little to stretch some of the the sleep out of his joints. He feels fairly at peace, and not just because he got laid last night- something feels really right about this boy. And as awkward as Dave is when he tries to express real emotions, he's pretty chill about morning afters. He reaches over the college boy's shoulders and grabs two sets of frames, dorky glasses and the same shades he's worn since he was 13. He puts the sunglasses on onehanded and uses the other to put the college kid's on.]

Need something to drink? I've got monster amounts of apple juice and the tap water here sucks ass.

[He props himself up on his elbows, letting the blankets fall down to his waist. He's got a scar across his shoulder down just past his nipple from a spectacularly failed strife session and he's not a body builder, he's actually a bit underfed, but the muscle definition is still there. Dave Strider is attractive, no denying it.]

Oh, and, to sum up the usual hangover concerns. Your clothes are chilling out on the floor, campus is within walking distance, I'm free of junk illness, and you were fucking awesome last night.

[He smiles, just a tiny bit.]

So, hummingbird, you gonna tell me your name now?

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[John's stomach drops and he wants to puke the moment he sees those sunglasses. He nudges his own to better fit his face as he stares at the blonde boy, and he bites his lip and that is something he hasn't done in years. He knows those sunglasses. He held them in his twelve-year-old hands, put them in a box with a certificate, and sent them to Texas. He knows those fucking glasses.]

[His one-night stand keeps laying on the hints, the facts, everything that describes one boy and one boy alone. He's too cool for words, drinks monster--keyword, right there--amounts of fucking apple Christmas juice, and shit shit shit he just said hummingbird ohhh fuck. John swallows thickly, and suddenly feels way too exposed for anyone's good. Oh god. Of all ways to finally meet his best friend, Dave fucking Strider, in person, it had to be like this.]

[He pushes himself up just enough to get a better angled look of Dave, taking in everything he can. His clothes don't matter, and neither does the campus distance. He's glad about those other three things, those are great, but fuck his life he slept with Dave Strider.]

U-uh...

[John's brain completely skips the introductions, because those are awkward as fuck and John has more pressing concerns on his mind.]

I was gonna pester you, I swear!

[knightofcool]

[Well. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all. Dave had been waiting for embarrassment or disappointment or hungover, but panicked apologies are not any of those things. He raises an eyebrow over his shades, not really sure what's--]

[Wait. Wait. No. No way.]

[Dave's eyes widen to a level that would be hilarious if they could even be seen, and his heart speeds up to a million miles an hour. This. This is a dream. There's no fucking way. Either that, or he's making crazy assumptions that are totally wrong. One of the two. He did not accidentally bed John Egbert. Shit like that doesn't happen.]

H-haha, dude, what are you talking about?

[Oh god, did he just stutter? He hasn't done that since elementary school. It's one of the things that the constant rapping helped with. He feels like he can't even breathe now, though, and he runs a shaky hand through his hair.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were this guy I... haven't seen in person in a long time.

[Jesus, he just paused. Why are his only two social modes "failure" and "block of ice"?]

. . . John?

[The hope in his voice is so fragile and intense that there's almost no way it isn't noticeable.]

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[Dave Strider has stuttered, confirmed his fears, and recognized him all at once. Oh fuck. There are so many thoughts running through his head right now, and they range emotionally from excitement to guilt to oh shit to, well, more excitement, only a kind of excitement that's more shy and has been latent for years. Dave is his best friend, has been for years, and is now, uh...his first sexual and drunk experience. He nods, and closes a fist in the sheets covering his body below the hip.]

Y-yeah...

[John waves a little, nervously and with some intent of silliness. Trying to keep things light-hearted, yeah...that's...definitely the idea here. Maybe Dave won't be mad over the whole thing, and he said he was great last night and oh sweet jegus no he is not going to think about that right now.]

Hi, Dave. Nice place.

[He looks like he's about to burst with words and explanations and fuck he's a terrible friend. Why didn't he tell Dave he moved sooner? Why didn't he talk to anyone for months except to say hi I'm alive? God, he screwed up, and now he's been...screwed. By Dave. His best friend. His bro for life.]

[knightofcool]

[Oh sweet fucking christ. John. This is John. In person. Naked. In his bed. Dave's pretty sure this is a panic attack. His stomach is churning to a dangerous level and he can't. fucking. breathe. He stares at John's face, imprinting it hard into his mind. He's wanted to see him older for so long, and he's desperately in love.]

Fuck.

[He sounds breathless because he feels breathless. Do not cry. Do not cry.]

How is this possible?

[His voice is hoarse and tense and almost desperate. God, he fucked John Egbert last night. Completely by accident, he didn't even get to appreciate it properly. He's frantically affixing the details into his mind because he didn't do it last night.]

You... You're actually here, and... I didn't...

[Wow, you can totally hear the tears in his voice. He's losing it a little, here. Coolkid image, way to function.]

Jesus, why didn't you tell me you were this close?

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[It's really hard not to want to curl up and hide away from this mess. There is nothing good that can come out of this, as far as he can see. He's possibly fucked up their relationship as much as he's been literally fucked by his bestie, and he really wants this to end so they can catch up and John can buy the guy some burgers or something, god. He swallows, the guilt eating him from the inside out. Dave sounds as hurt as he feels A+ retarded.]

I was going to! I've just been wrapped up in school and trying to fucking pass, and--fuck, man, I am so sorry.

[John fidgets with the sheets, because he can hear Dave for once, and hear him tear up, and it breaks his heart and he doesn't know what to do about it. He bites his lower lip, nibbling, and he's really afraid he just fucked up their friendship. God, why is such a shitty friend sometimes. Not even just "friend," he's Dave's best friend, as in god tier of friends, the friendiest of friends in friendland. He puts his face in his hands and groans, then drops them and looks at Dave.

Look, uh, I don't know how to make this whole not-telling-you-I-was-nearby-or-whatever thing up to you, but god, I didn't just fuck us up, did I?