bakerstreet | 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 best way for her to blow off steam was at the shooting range, where she had spent the last two hours emptying clips from her 9mm against the body silhouette that was before her. Charisa would have spent the remainder of her day at the range but, eventually she needed to go home and perhaps apologize to Eliot. They were both in the wrong, least she felt they were and it seemed she was going to crack first.

Slipping through the door she put her holster on the table near the couch and shuffled her way toward the bedroom to toss her boots and jacket in the closet. She kept an ear out for sound, the television or a voice on the phone and yet it seemed the place was standing silent.

"You around?" She called out while peeling the jacket off her body and tossing it into the closet via the open door.

Charisa wasn't the only one who had an idea that working out was a good way to let off steam, except Eliot's preferences tended to be on the more physical level. He was in the basement where the reinforced workout area was, all set to resist supernatural strength and a punching bag durable against punches by werewolves.

Eliot was also punching the crap out of it right at that moment, but any noise was canceled by their sound proof basement.

Like how Charisa couldn't hear him, he couldn't hear her walk in or call out either. He wasn't terribly afraid of anyone being able to get the better of him in a basement that hosted a wall of weapons for practice.

Changing out of her jeans and into a comfortable pair of pajama pants she ran a hand through her hair listening to the silence of the house, the occasional groan coming from the foundation settling under her. With her lips pursed in thought it only took her a second to figure out Eliot was down in the basement.

Charisa moved out of the bedroom and started toward the kitchen, turning on a few lights along the way to get the house looking a bit brighter since the damn place looked and felt gloomy.

As she shuffled her way through the kitchen to the basement door, she made sure to grab a bottle of water before heading down.

Once the soundproof door opened though, the rhythmic thumping of the punching bag was loud and clear. Eliot wasn't pulling any punches today, and it was a sign of their good foundation that nothing tore loose from the basement ceiling where it was hung.

He heard the footsteps at about the same time Charisa heard him, but nostrils flaring to snort out her scent, Eliot just continued with his workout until she showed up around the bend of the stairs. At that point he gave her a glance, a gaze that then dropped down to the bottle of water she clutched, and the bag got two more punches before he stopped.

"That for me?" he asked, picking up the towel on the bench beside him to wipe at some of his sweat.

There was no way she could ever sneak up upon Eliot, he was able to smell her scent before she even cleared a room. Charisa had to admit that at first it had been troublesome, the way he could pick up on her scent to the point he knew if she was troubled or aroused but, she was learning to live with it.

The rhythmic sound of his fists hitting the punching bag were blocked out even as she came around the bend of the stairs. Her hazel hues quickly landing up on him and the way his muscles tensed and loosened as he gave the bag two more punches.

"Yeah, catch." she tossed the water bottle his direction before allowing herself to lean against the railing.

The bottle of water was caught with lightning fast reflexes, and he lowered it with a glance at the lid. Unopened. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but sometimes it was better to be safe than sorry.

He didn't speak again until he swallowed half the bottle's contents.

"You should shower, you smell like gunpowder," he muttered his nostrils flaring again as if to get said smell out of his nose. He wasn't one to speak as he probably smelled a bit worse after that workout, but she wasn't the one with a sensitive nose.

Once the bottle of water was out of her grasp she let her arms fold over her chest, while watching him. A brow slowly arching at his comment of how she smelled.

"I'm sure you don't smell like a vase full of roses there Eliot," she replies while moving to head back up. Yet she stops and glances to him over her shoulder.

"You done down here?" A smirk found its way to her lips suddenly.

Eliot's head cocked to one side and he smirked slowly. "Yeah, I about am," he drawled. He leaned lightly against the punching bag which, extra enforced, managed to support his weight without swaying from its spot.

"Why? You wanna go with the bag?" His grin was an insolent one though, as was the way he arched his brow invitingly. "Be my guest. I'll be happy to take the shower first."

Shifting her weight she spun around and placed her hands upon her hips. Charisa cocked her head to the side, loose strands of hair that were kept up in her ponytail lingering over her face while she watches him.

Her eyes slowly rake over his body from head to toe and back up again while she lets her arms fall to her sides, taking a careful step up the stairs backwards. "Oh, I was just wondering how much time I had to get my ass upstairs before you were done is all."

She knew racing Eliot was the worst idea, with his enhanced speed but, it kept things interesting and honestly she couldn't even remember at this moment why she had been upset with him. Turning on her heel she bolts up the stairs.

"Hey!" Eliot's cry echoed up the stairs as she ran off. He had realized what she wanted, read the intent in her eyes, partway through her sentence and reacted a second for being caught by surprise.

Yet, he was a hot blooded werewolf and she, even with the element of surprise was no match for him. Just as she was clearing the first floor and moving up the second, Eliot caught up behind her and attempted to wrap his muscled limbs around her torso in a great hug.

"Not a chance," he murmured close and sweet from behind. He too had forgotten their argument, had as soon as he got it worked out of his system into the punching bag below, and was now all for the making up bit of arguments. "But I might share."

She knows she isn't fooling herself left alone him, she could easily be one step away from her destination and he'd be right behind her. Charisa heard his cry as it echoed up the stairs and she could only laugh.

The first floor was simple to clear and she had just placed her foot on the bottom stair as muscular limbs wrapped around her from behind. A yelp of surprise left her suddenly as she pressed her back against his chest.

"It wouldn't kill you to let me win at least once you know." She shivered in his arms, feeling his breath against her neck. In a single swivel she was facing him still in his hold and shaking her head. "Might share? Oh, honey you will share."

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I'm a bit swamped for new PSLs right now, but I can continue this thread for as long as it'll go?

Sounds good.

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