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the relationship meme

☁ THE RELATIONSHIP MEME

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!

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The televisions were on, each a different station. A ballroom dancing competition, a perfectly blonde journalist talking about the recent string of children taken from their parents in Europe, an earnest voiceover explaining the makings of concrete, a telenovela in which a handsome dark haired hero with an impressive mustache pleads for the hand of the woman in a plunging dress...

And a familiar pair of legs, thrown casually over the arm of the armchair, equally familiar stiletto heels on her feet. She said nothing, but her very presence spoke more than the combined cacophony of televisions.

He stands, shirtless, watching the televisions, decidedly ignoring the familiar legs on the television screen. She always appears whenever matters of the heart are mentioned, and he's almost convinced that his words to Banner's wife the day before were as good as a call to wherever in his mind she comes from.

Or perhaps she comes from sexual gratification. She would hate it if he vocalized such a thought.

He extends a hand and presses a pause button, freezing all of the televisions at once.

He doesn't speak.

For a long moment, there is absolute silence in the wake of the televisions' cacophony, a silence that might even make it easy, at least for a moment, to pretend she isn't here. But then she speaks, her voice like smoke and opium, like velvet and steel, and all utter amusement.

"Satisfied enough to not want to say hello, Sherlock?"

He turns his head slightly, but doesn't look in her direction.

"I love you," he says.

A pause. "You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky. Without you, I dwell in darkness."

She chuckles low at his response. "We both know I'm not your Dr. Watson," she admonishes, still not moving from her seemingly indolent sprawl in his seat. A red lacquer tipped hand waves at the screen on which the telenovela plays.

"But go on. Recite her lines if you must."

Sherlock clicks the button, and the telenovella begins again, the woman on the screen belting out her adoration with an overt dramatic lilt to her voice. Satisfied with himself, Sherlock flips the screen off and turns around to face Irene, dramatic and beautiful as she sprawls out in the chair. Her shoes are worth thousands, but she's only wearing his favorite tee-shirt, the one that says "I'm not lucky, I'm good" on it.

"Is it my birthday?" he asks.

Her smile is sharp as barbed wire when he turns to her, and she makes no move to leave the chair. Instead, all she does is arch a single, perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Why don't you ask the real question?" she replies. "What am I doing here?"

He shakes his head.

"I've learned there are things I don't ask anymore," he says. "Things that exist to be not known."

The reason why Irene Adler appears to him is one of those things. Oh, he has theories. Demonic possession and complete mental breakdown being two of the most prominent.

"But, yes, why are you here?"

"Because I want to be. I'd say that was obvious."

She uncrosses her legs, the motion hiking his shirt a precise half-inch up her hip, and turns her head just so to give him a sidelong look. At once both negligent and attentive.

"You're pleased with yourself."

And Sherlock, in turn, is exceptionally attentive, devouring every inch of exposed skin with his eyes.

"I have no reason not to be," he says.

"If that were true, I wouldn't be here," she answers. She turns to look at him fully then, the expression on her face smug and knowing. She doesn't move to pull the shirt down, merely taps her long fingernails against the chair's arm.

"'Matters of the heart'. It's an interesting theory of yours."

"Or sex," he says. "One or the other."

He tries not to think about the conversation from before, the conversation about Moriarty. He hasn't really talked about it---not even with Watson, though he expects she will ask eventually.

"Perhaps we should discuss it a bit more," he says, raising an eyebrow.

She looks over him slowly, deliberately, her eyes raking over every centimeter of him as if weighing some unspoken potential. "What level of delusion do you think your dear Miss Watson would call it?" she asks. "To solicit sex from what you consider a figment of your imagination."

"I think she's quite done thinking about my sex life," he says. "As for my psyche..."

He makes a slight face. He isn't even certain about his own psyche at this point.

"And you wonder why I visit."

She chuckles silently and slings her legs back over the arm of the chair to the ground, rising on her familiar stiletto heels as she turned to face him fully. "We both know what's on your mind, don't we, Sherlock?"

"I hope we both are thinking the same things, Irene," he says. He takes one step towards her, worried that he might suddenly lose this---ghost, demon, illusion, whatever she is. Whatever she is, she is far more enticing than any woman in his life. Jan, the mistresses, or any of the prostitutes he's known.

She raises an eyebrow when he takes the step forward, and challenge touches the smirk at her lips, as if she knows he is hesitating, as if she might disappear. But she remains, seemingly as solid as the chair, as anything else in the room.

"'Hope' is hardly your style. That means you have no idea what I'm thinking." She steps around the chair and mirrors his step forward with one of her own. "Satiating bodily needs with her friend. But not the mental stimulation." Another step forward. "Or should we talk about your new penpal?"

The amusement drains from Sherlock's face. It isn't the fact that she knows about Jan, it's the letters from Moriarty that changes his expression. He hadn't been lying when he said that it was devastating to find the one he loved had a dark, murderous heart. And now, now everything about her in his mind turned to anger.

But Irene, this Irene, remained. She did not change from how he remembered her. Was that because she was the same in his mind? Or because she wasn't just in his mind?

"Mental---" he stops, shaking his head. "No, it's---"

She takes another step towards him, still utterly solid, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood on her skin, working its way into the fabric of the shirt she wears. She is within arm's reach now, and she circles him, her fingertips tracing along his forearm as she steps behind him.

"Go on."

"Are you going to vanish the moment my eyes are off of you?" he asks, first. Second, he looks away, considering her words.

New penpal.

"A penpal requires return letters, Irene, you know that."

He looks away, but her touch on his arm remains, tracing along the ghost of track marks, covered now by tattoos.

"I hope you don't expect me to believe you haven't composed return letters in your head. Three, at least."

"I've also written two to the actor who played Khan in Star Trek," he says. "I'd hardly call us penpals."

"You know he won't write back," she answers, her breath warm and close to his ear. "She will."

"I don't want her to write back," he says. "I'd rather she didn't write at all, but I suspect you knew that."

Sherlock Holmes ♞ Elementary

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