Bump!
So hey, we've all wondered it.
There's kissing.
There's marriage.
But what about dating?
What if your OC dated the OC above?
Where would they go? How would they react? How did they even meet? Would they go on another date?
- NSFW stuff better go to PMs
- It's a game for all ages, but please post characters that are 18+ Ages must be listed
- It doesn't have to be a romantic date, either. It can be a friend date
- Read the other character's profile (show proof by writing the character's name in the post and at least one tidbit from their profile)
- Wait for 2 people before posting again, unless 5 days pass
- If 5 days pass you can reply to yourself, or you can pick any of the characters already listed on that page
I'll volunteer this guy since he's easy to please.
Ken grumbled to himself as he glared at his phone, rapidly text/yelling at his friends. They set him up with a date with one of his supposed biggest fans behind his back. He couldn't back out now, either, because of how badly that would hurt both his and the band's reputation.
"You need to learn to relax!"
"Just one date! What's the harm?"
Idiots. They wouldn't be so calm about it if THEY were the ones in this situation.
The date finally arrived. Ken glanced over and did a double take. The girl, named Trixie, was... incredibly cute. The pop star hesitated, but he quickly looked away. At least this won't be terrible, he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he quickly masks himself with his stage persona, smiling charmingly at the lady and telling her just how beautiful she is. She giggles and blushes, making him blush before he takes her hand and leads her to a small cafe.
They sit near the window, sharing some cake while talking about each other. Half of the time Ken tries to say something about himself, Trixie interrupts, saying she already knew about it and goes into great detail about the fact he was about to share. He's surprised she knew that much, and a tad unnerved, but he doesn't let it bother him. Plenty of fans are like that.
They got to an arcade but mainly spend their time at the crane game. Ken spent roughly ten dollars trying to win her a gift, but he just. Kept. Losing. His old personality slipped out, him yelling at the machine as if verbally abusing it would convince it to help him win. It's Trixie's turn to be surprised, but she finds the change in attitude for her sake endearing.
Somehow, the yelling worked, and Ken proudly struts out of the arcade with Trixie besides him, a small stuffed panda in her hands. He was right, this date wasn't so bad. She was nice, didn't annoy him. Yeah, he could see himself going on another date. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and allowed her to take a picture of them before bidding her a farewell, smiling over his shoulder as he watched her wave excitedly at him.
A few days later, however, the pop star got an abundance of messages and calls from her.
And for some reason, he could've sworn he saw her out of the corner of his eye at times.
But that was crazy.
(OOC: i hope i did this right hsiwidjsmkakx)
(Note: Kohaku is wearing casual clothes :^D)
He was late for at least 10 minutes.
Kohaku took a short route and rapidly jumped from roofs of each buildings in order to reach the promised location; he was soon able to find his date waiting in front of a cafe with his arms crossed. Feeling very apologetic, the assassin quickly made his way to the idol in order to greet him and apologize for being irresponsible with his schedule. "Please forgive my rudeness, it's my fault for being so irresponsible with our date. Unfortunately, I was busy with some urgent issues.." He couldn't just blurt out the fact that he was busy with carrying out an assassination request, let alone reveal that he was an assassin himself. Before he could interact with Kenshin, he could've sworn to hear some muffled cusswords coming from the idol. To his surprise, the red haired man smiled sweetly and accepted his apology without hesitation. 'Maybe I was just hearing things.' He thought to himself.
The two entered the cafe and shared a casual talk. As Kohaku mentioned dating sims, Kenshin flinched at the sudden change in topic. This caused Kohaku to raise a brow and immediately form a smirk as his teasing instinct suddenly kicked in.
"So, I'm guessing you've played some dating sims before?" It seemed as if the idol was playing dumb while trying to change the subject. With a sigh, the assassin rested his cheek on his palm and looked directly at Kenshin while pointing his finger towards the man. "Come on Ken-san, stop trying to avert my question. You're hurting my feelings, y'know?" A teasing grin became evident on his face. "You can't deceive me, especially with those "red" cheeks of yours." Kohaku felt his skin jump as Kenshin slammed his fists against the surface of the coffee table. "Uh, are you okay, ken-san?" The idol's true nature began to take over, and glared at the perplexed assassin in front of him. "Fine, I play otome games so what?" He growled. "Are you gonna make fun of me or something? Heh, I bet it's better than all the dumb games you've played all your life!" He huffed with a proud smirk.
Kohaku was frozen as he stared at Kenshin in shock. Boy, he was not expecting this to happen at all. He chuckled in response, causing Kenshin to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, and wonder what was so funny. "Hm, that's interesting. Just to let you know, I only wanted if you've played dating sims, not what kind of dating sims you've played. Thanks for letting me know~" Something about Kohaku's grin really irritated Kenshin. "O-oh. Well, I don't care!" Stuttered the idol. "At least it's better than owning body pillows. N-not like I own one or anything. Who wants to buy those dumb things anyway??"
Kohaku suddenly burst out in laughter after hearing the idol reveal the unnecessary details. "You're a really interesting one, ken-san!" He wiped away a tear forming on the corner of his eye. His comments were really starting to piss him off now.
The two continuosly interacted with one another, with Kenshin yelling and throwing insults at the other man, while Kohaku teased him in return.
Why had she agreed to this date again...?
Perhaps that was too harsh of a thought to have, but it was a genuine question on Colette's mind as she walked through the park with Kohaku. It probably wasn't the best idea to accept a date from a stranger, especially when said stranger had popped out from a tree in front of her.
Still, the date so far had not been a bad one at all. Despite his...interesting way of first approaching her, the young man certainly made for a fun outing. The doll had little idea what he was talking about when he talking about his "manga" that he read, but the way he would talk about the stories from them certainly piqued her interest. He had seemed pretty happy when she had asked for recommendations as well, so it didn't seem like a bad idea to look into the ones that he had suggested. Even the many jokes that he cracked throughout their outing, though not necessarily the most well thought out jokes, were charming in their own way.
Pleasant as the walk through the park was, Colette was more than glad to follow when Kohaku suggested that they rest for a bit on one of the benches close by. However, she certainly wasn't expecting that as soon as she sat down that he would lay down on top of her, using her lap like a pillow. The suddenness of the contact was enough to cause her eyes to widen as a bright red flushed her face. Why would he...?!
She supposed it wasn't that big of a deal; he just wanted to rest a little, right? She simply looked away to hide her embarrassment instead, but she could have sworn that she managed to see a self-satisfied smirk on his face just before she did.
Certainly he was an intriguing date, if not more than a little odd...
(RIP sorry if I got Kohaku wrong in anyway;;;;;)
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"If you keep messing up your shirt like this, you may as well end up buying a new one," Colette grumbled as she sewed up Smiley's torn sleeve. She was unfazed by the bloody killer sitting a few feet from her, having gotten used to his strange antics and behavior. He didn't take his bloodlust out on her, not anymore at least, and was actually interesting to the young woman.
Although his mask covered his face, Smiley's smile was visible with his chuckle. "I'm sorry. The people that I visited really wanted to touch my shirt. I guess because they saw your good work on it." He chuckled again when he noticed the small rise in heat against her cheeks. He tilted his head slightly. "You know, while I was visiting these people, they happened to be on a date. They looked very happy. Do you think people are always happy on dates?"
Colette considered it. "Dates are when people who are interested in each other bond to become closer, so I suppose they should be happy."
Smiley was quiet for a moment. "We spend a lot of time together," he noted softly. "And we like each other. At least, I like being around you." He tilted his head again. "Let's go on a date then."
Colette hesitated with her stitching and looked up at him, cheeks a bright red. "W-What?"
"Let's date!" Smiley said joyfully. "We'll be even happier, and maybe you'll smile! Don't you want to at least try?"
She bit her lip and glanced downward. A date with this crazy man? He was so unusual and so strange! And yet... she gave him the faintest of nods.
Smiley wasn't the most romantic of guys. He focused on friendship, never romance, so when he found himself in charge of wooing someone he wasn't sure where to start. He took Colette to his absolute favorite 7/11, located at an eerie section of the city right at the outskirts. He claimed the food was delicious, but their mood was ruined at an angry customer yelling at the poor minimum wage worker. Smiley let Colette pick her food, even for her spirits as he grabbed the customer's shoulders and dragged them outside against their will to help them "be in a better mood".
By the time Colette had her food ready, Smiley was back, albeit a little redder than usual. He paid for her food and took her to the park, where they sat under a tree and munched on food while people watching. Smiley claimed that it was the best way to tell if someone was happy, just looking at who passed by and watching their expressions and their actions. Were they stressed? Sad? Excited? What could he do to make that better. As interesting a perspective like that was in for Colette, she was more impressed with how Smiley was able to eat with the paper bag over his face.
He then brought her with him to a hardware store, asking her to help him pick out a good sledgehammer. She thought she would have hated it, quite honestly, but found herself giggling slightly whenever she listened to Smiley's strange rambles about how one sledgehammer was better than the other. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to buy one as he had to pay for the lawnmower Bouche ate.
As their day came to a close, Smiley turned to look at Colette, pointing at her. "You're smiling," he noted. She hesitated and touched her mouth as if she'd be able to tell. There was a small smile on her face. How long had it been there?
"You're just so strange and unusual. Learning about what you do was... entertaining," she explained. She took a step forward and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his paper bag, smiling slightly wider at him. "Thank you for the date, Smiley," she said before walking away, leaving the stunned killer stupefied.
Vincent chuckled nervously at the sight of the man wearing a bag on his head. He'd reluctantly agreed to go on a date with the man, but now felt it was probably a ploy to murder him or something. He was dressed in a simple dark grey turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans, but he still looked surprisingly good. He sat down with Smiley, fiddling with his thumbs nervously.
The waitress came over, smiling at Vincent all to nicely, before quickly backing off when she got their orders, at the aggressive growl that the man opposite Vincent had offered her in return to her over-friendliness.
At the end of the night, Vincent was still slightly nervous, but he felt much better that he hadn't been brutally murdered yet. He stood under the canopy of the resteraunt they'd gone to with his date, watching as his car pulled up and the valet got out. He turned to the man, and, on impulse, leant forward, gently lifting the bag slightly to plant a kiss on the jawline of the other man, before retreating into his car, a smile on his face as he drove away, leaving the killer in a drenched, and surprised state in the puring rain.
(( JaegerWolfTango you posted that several months ago but I hope my reply is still somewhat relevant ))
Neither of them verbally spoke of a date and yet here they were...
Blake met the researcher on the job. Obviously not as a fellow scientist but simply as a mail man literally running into Vincent in the parking lot, spilling the other's coffee. The fact that it was Vincent's first cup of the day, not even half-empty and both of them being incredibly ill-tempered caused them to break out into a heated argument getting to a point people walking by got afraid they'd try to kill each other any moment. And yet they seemed to refuse to just leave and move on with their day until Blake crossed his arms, looked angrily at the other man and offered to replace it if they'd just grab coffee together some time. It was already minutes later, both back to their work and calmed down that they realized what they had actually agreed to in the heat of the moment. They knew a time and place and yet failed to get each others names or phone numbers.
Neither wanted to leave the other sitting alone in a café waiting so they both showed up, only to sit in awkward silence for a while, staring at their beverages and regretting their life choices. Eventually Blake found the courage to open a conversation, awkwardly explaining how he wasn't sure why he made an offer like that but that he wouldn't mind if Vincent chose to instead grab his coffee and leave. He said that but he realized that he would in fact mind. Being alone for so long even made an embarrassing encounter like this feel incredibly refreshing. Despite not seeming like a social person he was actually quite sensitive to loneliness. Additionally he always chose intuitively which people he liked and this was certainly the case with Vincent. To his surprise the other did not leave but continued to drink his coffee in silence and suddenly, without needing any more words, Blake felt a crack in the ice. He sensed they both stayed in their seats for the same reason and suddenly he didn't mind the lack of talking.
They continued these kinds of dates a few more times, though they got used to talking to each other after a while (which quickly turned to bickering and sarcasm usually), especially when they started to meet for drinks instead of coffee, something Blake was just as passionate about as Vincent. Without ever mentioning the words "date", "relationship" or even "love" they found themselves missing the other's company more and more whenever they were alone..
"Oh he's a werewolf?? Cuuute."
Milos never really needed much convincing to go see someone cute. And Blake was... just that! The beard was handsome, his outfit was cute... Milos was willing to try it out! Looking at his phone as he stretched his legs in such a way that reaaaaaallly made them look as long as they were, he'd type back to his friend, the mutual one setting them up-
"Count me in, sugar lemon!"
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This was totally not going well.
It wasn't Milos's fault! He's so handsome and charming and great and everyone who is around him should be so BLESSED to be in his presence! This werewolf was cute, sure, but he wasn't selling it!
Milos had suggested they start with coffee. Something simple- for most people. He had ordered the sweetest coffee he could, offering to pay for Blake's (which pained him oh so deeply). So he started to talk about his life and hobbies! How people pay him to do whatever and how his home is so FABULOUSLY furnished. Milos talks about his legs and his hair and his beautiful beautiful face- but he's sure to learn about Blake. Ask about how it is to be a werewolf, and if his werewolf form is super hot and if he howls at all while a werewolf. Sure, he didn't know those were personal questions, but why would he think that?
Maybe it was the way Milos presented himself, in that inauthentic, materialistic way- but Blake was... losing interest? Which totally made Milos uncomfortable- but it couldn't be HIS fault, because he's beautiful in every way! So when the date ends awkwardly, without any exchanges, and later no getting back to him.... Milos is stunned! But not surprised! No big deal he thinks! It wouldn't hurt him at all! After all, he doesn't even date that much.
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(Hope this is okay! kdsjfsdf i tried not to write for Blake too too much, (rp senses kicking in) but i feel like they wouldn't get along skdjfsd)
(i apologize if this ends up OOC)
"are you serious? a human?"
shoko glared at the blond-haired man, who was smirking smugly at them. shoko didn't like going out with humans, it made them awkward, and they didn't really find them attractive. (humans never seemed to pick up on visual cues on how they're feeling) but... walking out on him would be kinda rude, and they had nothing better to do, so they decided to stick around and see what happens next.
that... was a mistake. Milos refused to refer to them by their name, instead calling them by a cringy pet-name. sho offered to go to a mall, get some bubble tea, and chat. that would work out, right? well, sho offered to pay for their drinks, but Milos made a rather large deal over it and insisted to pay for them.
after the bubble tea fiasco, shoko tried to talk to him, but all milos did, for the most part, was talking about himself. about his 'job', hair, face, literally everything. shoko was bored out of their little mind. they didn't register milos asking questions about them until he tapped them on the shoulder.
they questions he was asking were alright at first- hobbies, interests, and if they had pets. but then they began to stray into the creepy territory- if they found humans hot, things they liked in bed and so on. sho made it VERY clear that these were making them uncomfortable, but milos either didn't hear or didn't care.
and then milos crossed the line- he stroked his fingers through sho's hair. (which is a HUGE no-no, unless you want to be mauled to death) this, combined with the nosey questions and general awkwardness, caused shoko to fly into a panic. they slapped his hand away, threw their drink at him, (it exploded everywhere) and bolted out of there, leaving milos to deal with the fallout
Sho wondered how they got into a date with someone like Mau, and quite frankly so does whatever entity of love and match-making exists. Despite Mau being THE most egotistic woman on this earth, somehow, Shoko has managed to make the date interesting enough for both of them to get along and have a good time. "Hmph... I'd say this date is AT LEAST second rate at best..." Mau crosses her arms, turns her head with a "hmph!", and focuses her eyes on Sho, "But even IF I think that... You BETTER be enjoying this date! And it BETTER BE the best date you've ever had! Or else I'll put you in a pit of snakes! You're dating a god, yknow?! Feel a lot more lucky! You're practically dating the whole world! You should feel very lucky and thankful!" Mau laughed. "Just imagine! You and me can watch the world bow to us together! and we'll be super rich! ahh, such a life of luxury, indeed!" The whole date was just her going on about taking over the world with Sho on her side, what it's like being a god, more ego-talking, and a bunch more topics around those areas.
Sho decided to suddenly speak up with a compliment on her hair, to change the topic back to normal, like a normal date, and Mau instantly recoils and looks rather modest. "U-uh... I-it doesn't look th-that good... B-but th-thank... you.... No one has ever complimented me on their own free will before..." Mau curls her fingers in her hair, blushing in embarrassment, and looking down.
Maybe she wasn't that bad after all, maybe she isn't as snobby as she seems to be, she's probably kinda nice once you get to know her.
Mau scoffs and then jumps back to her usual self and smiles resting her hand on her chin, "Hey, by the way, I'm like... Super super rich, yknow? I can buy you all the clothes that you desire. And if anyone dares to disrespect you, they will be executed." The Egyptian cat lady giggles.