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The Lovebag Meme

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➔ Post a blank comment with your character. Name, and fandom in the subject line!
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➔ If you only want regular prompts, go from 1-10. If you do not mind the R rated prompts, go from 1-15. If you only want R rated prompts, go for 11-15!
➔ Now match that number to the theme and have your character act accordingly!
➔ Have fun!
➔ Please note somewhere if you are okay with R prompts, and be respectful of those who aren't! (IE; if you only want the PG promts, put REGULAR ONLY in the subject. If all of them are okay, put REGULAR & R! And if you only are really interested in R, just put R)
➔ And yes, this is a combination of several love memes, and grab bag memes!

THE THEMES

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Whatever you want! Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ YANDERE STYLE: I think we all know how this goes. You're sweet on your crush when they're focused on you, making them lunch with rice balls with smiles... aw... wait, are they looking at another cute person?! THEY'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO LOOK AT ME.

THREE ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

FOUR ➔ SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: You're locked in a closet with someone else! It can be a crush, a friend, a boyfriend, whatever! But whoever it is, you're locked in a closet with them with the intent to kiss. Will you go through with it? Will it end up in romance? Or will it end up as a B-B-B-BAD ROMANCE?

FIVE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

SIX ➔ IT'S A DARE: You've been dared by someone to romance this specific person! You're not allowed to tell that it's a dare, and you must seem earnest. Will you be able to make them swoon from your charms? Or will you fall into love's trap, and fall head over heels for real?

SEVEN ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... why is this?! You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

EIGHT ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch! No, you have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, of course! W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

NINE ➔ IT CAN NEVER BE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

TEN ➔ NEVER SAY NO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

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ELEVEN ➔ THE KISSING DISEASE: You simply must kiss this person. You have to get your lips on them somehow, anywhere, everywhere. Even if you have to push them into an empty closet and lock the door to do so!

TWELVE ➔ DRUNKEN ENCOUNTER: You both met up, drunk, and you're both feeling a little bit adventurous thanks to the booze. Are you ready to get down and dirty on a beach, or do you want to vandalize something a bit before barging into a hotel room? The choice is, drunkenly, yours!

THIRTEEN ➔ OBSESSION: You're so obsessed with this person, you want them so badly -- you're willing to do just about anything to get them. Manipulate, pretend, tie them up, make them yours! You're driven by your desire!

FOURTEEN ➔ IN PUBLIC?!: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

FIFTEEN ➔ HANDS: Hey, woah! Your hands just happen to keep drifting to "inappropriate places"! You might not realize it, or it might be fully intentional! Whatever it is, it's happening! Maybe your partner will simply brush you off, or maybe they'll suggest you two scadattle off to a room!

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If he was given the chance, Eliot would've done it again. Loki was in danger. Eliot didn't know what or how, but after taking that statuette out, the god had gotten this faraway look in his eyes and just, froze up, locked, wouldn't respond to anything the specialist said or did. It was as if the thing created a psychic link to his alpha, one that Eliot couldn't see or smell, but felt keenly with a intuitive sixth sense.

And when Loki, eyes still distant and vacant, made that grimacing expression of pain and horror, Eliot knew he had to do something.

Despite Loki's warning about the idol's power, grabbing it seemed the best idea, so he did. And it worked, hadn't it, although getting fully blasted by the psychic whiplash and being tossed across the room to create an Eliot sized dent in the wall honestly wasn't anticipated.

Eliot couldn't remember much after that, confusion, a lot of pain. He blacked out shortly after hearing Loki call out his name.

He woke up several times that night, always in Loki's arms and feeling protected and safe. It felt good to have those feelings, and he would drift off again. Each time he woke the pain was less though, and by morning, when he finally opened his eyes and they stayed open more than a few seconds, he felt better.

"...Loki?"

Loki didn't remember a wink of it. Everything up until the point where he'd retrieved the totem from the locked safe was crystal clear, but then after that, nothing. Nothing until he'd woken up, sprawled flat on the floor, alarms blasting and Eliot on the other side of the room in a crumpled heap. He remembered screaming, and then it was a rushing blur to get his wolf to safety.

The statue was left on the floor. Loki used only what was necessary of his strength to send him and Eliot back to their safe apartment far away from the alarms and the statue that he continued to curse himself for not knowing it was hexed. After that, every last ounce of his magic was used to heal Eliot's broken body, until he was completely drained to the point of collapsing against his wolf.

Once he was awake with his strength regained, he did the same all over again. The extent of the damage was significant, and he wouldn't stop until he was certain every last scratch was healed. He'd cradled Eliot close, gently calling out to him whenever those eyes opened and frowning when they closed again. He kept trying, again and again, and again, until finally they were open again and Eliot was calling for him instead.

Loki hovered close over him, the relief in his eyes almost immediately overshadowed by a complete sense of loss. Eliot was ... he was okay, he was here, he should be glad. Grateful. Relieved.

But he felt lost. What was he supposed to do? There were so many conflicting feelings twisted around in his chest. Eliot was okay, he was safe, but he still--

In the end, he did the only thing he thought of. He slapped Eliot across the face, and immediately hurried off the bed, some form of distressed noise quietly uttered as he left the bedroom.

Eliot smiled when he saw Loki's form, but the expression dropped quickly like a forgotten thing when he saw the conflicting emotions on his alpha's face. What was it, was Loki hurt?

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask that and more when the slap caught him in such a state of surprise that he hadn't even thought to stop it. His reflexes hadn't even caught up to him before Loki was already hurrying off the bed, dropping Eliot on it and leaving him to struggle with the covers to get up.

"Loki, wait! Damnit!"

Eliot untangled himself quickly, not caring if he might have ripped a thing or two in his hurry to chase after the distressed god. "What's wrong?" he called, determined to catch Loki in the living room. "Loki, what is it??"

That probably wasn't the best way to deal with his conflicting emotions, but it helped to ease some of the tension in his head, at least.

He didn't get far, mostly because their apartment was small and Loki didn't have it in him to leave Eliot entirely, angry but not cruel to him like that. He'd made it as far as the living room, where he'd stopped in the middle of it the moment he heard his wolf calling for him from behind. It was unbecoming, the nervous habit, but bringing a hand up to bite on a knuckle was enough to help remind him to focus.

All those emotions had to be sorted out, so he could answer Eliot properly. He had to breathe deep, set his mind to one of them ... and once he did, he turned around, brows furrowed in anger. The chosen emotion to stick with, it seemed.

"You are an idiot, Eliot Spencer."

His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, almost trembling with the effort to hold still there.

"What were you thinking?"

When Loki stopped, the first thing Eliot did was to do a thorough inspection of the god's physical state. Only after ascertaining that no wounds were visible, no physical hurt was present, did he glance back to the god's face, just in time to see the anger there gather as an ugly presence and heard Loki's words hissed out at him.

His own expression started out as complete bafflement at the accusation which seemed to come out of nowhere, but after a second where the question settled, his own anger seeped in.

How dare that the god get angry at him for this. Hell, why did the god get angry in the first place? Still groggy from coming out of the worst night in his life, this beating the time he was forced into a game of Russian Roulette with the Butcher of Kiev, Eliot decided he couldn't take these mercurial moods.

"I was thinkin' I was savin' your life!" Which might not have been true, this as Loki after all, an immortal, a god, but the point was it hadn't looked good and Eliot placed a stop to it.

Any damage the totem had taken on the god was internal, messing with the wires in his brain more than they'd already been. Loki only reserved a small portion of his magic to use on himself, to keep himself together while focusing everything else he had to get Eliot to safety, and heal the damage done on his wolf instead.

The result was the occasional blurring of his vision and new voices among the old, but Loki had little concern for his mental state anymore. Not while Eliot was still unconscious, still hurt, still unbelievably stupid.

"At the risk of your own?" the god argued back, taking a step forward and closing his hands into tight fists. "When has that ever been acceptable? I do not recall giving you permission to throw your life away so foolishly, over something so trivial."

Loki's step forward had Eliot's wolf screaming for him to get back. The alpha was angry, he should move back, bare his belly and neck, submit... But rather than letting the beast rule him, Eliot took a step forward as well to put him that much closer to the angry god.

"Yes, at risk of my own!" He channelled his animal senses into a low snarl that got louder in tenor when Loki talked of permissions, more than that, of it being trivial. A flash of gold entered his eyes, quickly pushed back by ring of blue. He was not going to stand being berated for saving the other man's life!

Dismissing the whole thing about permissions for now, Eliot focused on the other part of the matter. "When has savin' your life become a trivial thing!? I don't recall it ever bein' trivial! You're a fuckin' god!"

"I'm sorry, because I'm a god?"

While backing down and apologizing might've made him more frustrated, the fact that Eliot snapped back with a comment like that nearly set Loki off entirely. He stepped forward again, and it was tempting to grab Eliot's shirt collar in his fist but he forced himself to keep his hands at his sides. Otherwise, he might've missed and clocked his wolf in the jaw.

"And here I'd thought you were being noble over something else," he then exclaimed, his temper right on the edge of boiling over. "I would have survived fine on my own, stupid creature, as a god. Throwing your life away for such a ridiculous reason would have been a waste and a mess to clean up."

"Yes! What- NO!" Growling in earnest at the other's stupidity, Eliot met step for step, pushing himself right into Loki's space. "You didn't look like you were fine," he gritted out, his quiet voice ten times more frightening than any shout. "And I'd think that savin' your godly ass was plenty noble enough!"

His hackles raised at Loki calling him a stupid creature and the lack of concern for his life made Eliot ball his fists in return. At the current rate, he was more afraid that he will clock out his Alpha instead.

"Yeah, you're a god and I'm just some dumb mutt, which was why it would have been worth the trade!" Despite his overflowing anger, he managed to force his eyes to stay perfectly blue. "I saw you were in trouble and I got you out the best that I could, alright? I wasn't thinkin' whether you were really in trouble or some fuckin' make pretend trouble!"

"A wolf for a god is a fair trade to you?"

Loki was glad for his height advantage. He didn't quite tower over Eliot, but it was enough so that he didn't have to look up at him, and at least helped an otherwise scrawny god appear a bit more intimidating. It was easier to argue his point with someone arguing back, but he wasn't expecting Eliot to merely back down either.

"It is never a fair trade, and it is not one you are to ever make," he continued. He stood firm, not letting Eliot gain an inch. "I will forbid it if I have to, because there isn't a single trade you could make that is even remotely fair to losing you. What would you expect me to do after?"

Eliot was about to defend that at least he was a wolf willing to trade although he knew how unfair of a trade it was, probably not in the sense his lover thought though.

"You can't forbid my decision! And what about me, huh? If it takes one of us to save the other, then I think it'd be a lot more fair to take my life to save the god's!" He tilted his head slightly in defiance, his stance marking him ready in a fight or flight mode. "You're not goin' down, not on my watch, alright? So live with it!"

"You make this decision simply because one of us happens to be immortal, is that it?" Loki fired back with an incredulous look, and a hand on his hip. Live with it, he said. Loki could punch him.

"Eliot, we've discussed this at length countless times before. I am no better a man than you are yourself," he continued, normally averse to admitting his own faults but this was for the sake of winning an important argument. "Throwing your life away just because someone has a few more centuries left in them than you have is still absolutely foolish, and if you're going to insist on this just because I am a god, then I will demand to be treated as such and you will be forbidden whether you like it or not."

Eliot felt like he could punch Loki. "I do it because I love you!" He snarled, shouting out the unvoiced admission without shame or any hesitation. It was a truth he had realized a while back now, never said out loud for fear of how it would be received. Because, no matter how he carried himself, or how Loki sometimes humored him, Eliot knew he couldn't match up to a god.

Growling under his breath, Eliot finally turned away. "Yeah, I know, I'm a stupid mongrel tryin' to reach for the impossible. It's how I feel and I won't take it back." But his shoulders were hunched, as if he was expecting that blow that the god looked ready to deliver moments before.

"So if it happens again, yeah, you bein' a god might have influenced things a bit, but I would do it whether you're immortal or mortal or whatever."

Edited 2012-07-10 06:07 (UTC)

It wasn't a physical punch but it certainly felt like one. Loki almost found himself reeling back, but he surprised himself by standing firm and upright, if at a temporary loss for words.

Temporary, of course. The moment Eliot turned away from him, there was a distinct shudder flooding through every glass window in the apartment as the god practically stormed to where Eliot stood. His hand wrapped around the wolf's throat, forcing him to turn around and pushing him back against the wall, holding him there firmly.

"You are a stupid mongrel, and I will forbid you from risking your life to save my own because I love you!"

He added, after a pause: "... so, there."

Eliot actually stiffened from the beginning words, taking them harder than the physical blow that laid him up against the wall. He said things like that when his self confidence was at an all time low, but to hear it agreed upon was.... wait... what?

Blinking rapidly with wide blue eyes, he went slack jawed and could only stare back at the immortal with an expression of open surprise. "You what?"

As the message sunk in, his strength bled out of him, leaving him propped up between Loki and the wall. The unimaginable, impossible, somehow, hope against hope, happened.

And suddenly, he started laughing. "Fuck... we're a fine pair of idiots." Strength flooding back all at once, Eliot reached out, breaking out of his lover's grip, and took Loki up into a strong embrace. "Damnit, Loki," he growled, face pressed into the god's shoulder, "I thought you were gonna throw me through a window."

It wouldn't take much effort to break free from Loki's fading grip. Once he had said the words, it was like all his anger and emotional outrage had grinded to a halt and blocked any attempt to do anything beyond glare half-heartedly. Mostly, it was due to how quickly his mind was overcome trying to place the last time he'd ever heard those three words, or spoken them himself.

He didn't have to ponder long. He was brought forward quickly enough, strong arms around him, and all that followed was feelings of confusion, and a hint of lost. What was one supposed to say, after such a confession?

At least Eliot had his face against Loki's shoulder. He didn't have to see the hint of red colour rising to the god's cheeks, nor the moisture in his eyes.

"I was about to," he muttered against Eliot's hair, as his hands found their way to the other's shoulders. "I'm still angry with you. Stupid wolf."

Eliot released another growl, right by Loki's ear this time although it was far from menacing. Just a grumble of annoyance that he felt fully justified for. "Yeah? I'm still mad at you for bein' a fuckin' idiot. Y'think I'm gonna let my lover get hurt by some magical artifact and not do a thing about it?"

He pulled back to give Loki a look. "Seriously?"

Burying his head back against Loki's shoulder, he just enjoyed the feeling of being saturated all around by his alpha. Loki's scent, his touch, the beat of the god's heart against his ear. It calmed him and washed away that anger that built from their argument.

"It hurts me to see anythin' happen to you. I can't stand it, and I won't let it. So keep that in mind, and we'll call it even."

The window was looking more and more tempting.

Loki looked away a moment after Eliot's eyes met his own, shifting his gaze down to the floor once his wolf was nestled back against his shoulder. The lost feeling returned, still unsure of what to do now and there was still the pressing matter at hand, that Eliot was not to do something so foolish ever again. The argument would be a long lived one, he could already foresee it.

But on the other hand, Eliot said he loved him. Loki didn't quite see it as even, leaving their argument where it left off, but perhaps a temporary truce was better than storming out in a huff.

"... as you wish," Loki answered hesitantly, his hand brushing through Eliot's hair. He wasn't conceding, not by a long shot, but he was tired. And in love, it seemed, with a man who returned it completely and fully. A cease fire, perhaps.

Eliot could tell from the suffering tone that Loki was hardly agreeing. It was a temporary ceding of the point, but that didn't matter though. If Loki was ever in danger again, Eliot would still stick his neck in and help regardless. He wasn't a complete fool such as interfering with Loki's sibling rivalry with the thunder god Thor, but in cases where he he thought he could help, he will. He hoped Loki realized as much.

"Alright then." At that moment, as if sensing they were no longer at each other's throat, his stomah released a loud hungry rumble in reminder of Eliot that he had used up a lot of energy recovering. Probably no less than Loki did, but recharging was definitely needed.

Pulling back, he gave his lover an awkward grin. "Uh... right. You want anything for breakfast? I'm famished." It was a truce of sorts indeed, ending with Eliot smiling and offering to cook. They nearly died, ripped into one another, confessed their love, it was perfect to end it eating breakfast together.

Ah, the ever convenient timing of the hungry wolf.

His brow arched, but Loki found himself sighing in defeat regardless. Truthfully, he wasn't too hungry himself (though he rarely was,) but a breakfast together would be a decent distraction from everything else. And in all honesty, spending Eliot's first waking moments in an intense argument was not what he had in mind.

Reaching for Eliot's hand, he grasped it firmly as he turned around, leading his wolf towards the kitchen. The god had a feeling that discussing it while calmed down wouldn't get any further than discussing it while angered, so perhaps it could merely be an unspoken rule that while they would both risk everything for the other's safety and well being, the other didn't necessarily have to like it.

"I will keep you company," he answered, with a light shrug and a small attempt at a smile.

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