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bakerstreet2012-05-16 01:00 pm
The Three Types of Love Meme
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-12 to get a scene.
- Or go for the record and try to play 1 of each type of love!
- Please respect if someone doesn't want to play a particular scene out and choose something else!
I. BAD ROMANCE
01. IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE. You had a fight and now your lover isn't sure they want to even hear your apologies.
02. HURT/COMFORT You or your lover is in pain, physically or mentally, and needs to be comforted.
03. SECOND BEST. No matter what your lover says, you feel like they're only settling for you like a second choice.
04. CHEATED. You've seen all the signs; lipstick on the collar, scraches down the back, hickeys you didn't leave behind. Do you want to keep ignoring it or finally confront them?
05. KEEP ME FROM FALLING. Your lover is being discouraged from seeking any sort of relationship with you and it's definitely a strain.
06. BUT HOW DO I KNOW... You love your partner so much, but you're uncertain just how they feel about you.
07. JUST NOT FEELING THE SPARK... That spark in he bedroom seems to be gone, so how are you going to deal?
08. I WANT YOUR LOVE, I DON' WANT TO BE FRIENDS. You're obsessed with the object of your affection and you will stop at nothing to win them over.
09. A KISS WITH A FIST IS BETTER THAN NONE. Your relationship is rough and you spend more time fighting than anything else, but you can't give up that spark anyway. You'll stay together even if you both end up miserable.
10. THE END. It's time to break up. Suddenly or something you've both seen coming awhile, the choice is yours.
11. AS LOVE LAYS BLEEDING. Your lover has been fatally wounded, so spend your last moments with them and make them as memorable as possible.
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
II. TRULY MADLY DEEPLY
01.JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME. It's time to tell that person how much they mean to you.
02.COMMITMENT. It's finally that time to make your relationship a little less casual and something more committed.
03. KIDS. It's time for that next step! Time to reveal you're pregnant or you've adopted.
04. ANNIVERSARY. it's your one week, one month, or one year anniversary! Or however long you'd like to make it! How do you celebrate?
05. WANT YOU BACK. All couples have rough times! You might have called it quits for awhile, but it's time to give it another shot!
06. GOTTA STAY INSIDE. The weather outside has made it impossible to go out, so why not snuggle up with your lover and enjoy yourselves?
07. I JUST WANT TO SAY... You feel the need to tell your lover just exactly how much he or she means to you.
08. DATE NIGHT. You decided to take your lover out on an honest date.
09. SICK DAY. Your lover is down with a cold or flu and it's time to take care of them!
10. EXPERIMENTATION. You both love each other so there's absolutely nothing wrong with a little healthy experimentation in the bedroom.
11. GIFTS. You found the perfect gift for your lover and it's time to give it to them!
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
III. HOW CAN I EXIST WITHOUT YOU?
01. YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE TO HURT YOU TOO... The object of your love/lust is resisting your advances, so it's time to take what you want.
02. JEALOUSY. It's jealousy to the extreme. You're going to make damn sure your lover knows how you feel about them seeing other people.
03. INCEST IS BEST. You know it's wrong, all kinds of sinful, but you can't resist the draw. If characters aren't related, then they are now! Or at least it feels very close to incest anyway.
04. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET FAR. You love that person so much, you've made sure they can't get away - by physically tying them down or by some other emotional or mental means.
05. I'LL MAKE YOU HURT. You've set it up to make sure your lover catches you cheating or doing something else hurtful just for that reason. You want to make them suffer.
06. CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME. You're both taking sex to extremes.
07. BROKEN. Your lover has utterly broken you and you need them to know.
08. SECRECY. You're embarrassed by your lover, utterly embarrassed. If they weren't useful in some way (even if it's just in bed!), you wouldn't even be with them.
09. YOU'RE MY LAST CHOICE. You don't really love the person you're with, but they're all you could snatch up and it's no secret to either of you.
10. FORCED TOGETHER. You don' love each other, but you have no choice but to be together due to outside influences. Alternatively, you've been captured and are now being forced to make a sex video even if you don't want to.
11. WATCH HOW I DO IT. You were just forced to watch your lover have sex with someone else (willingly or not) or beaten and now you've got to deal with the aftermath.
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
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So perhaps Thomas had a point with the way Lindsey was treating people because he can. ]
It's still raining. [ The lawyer pointed out, but knowing that wasn't going to stop the reporter, he carried on. ]
I cannot lawfully allow you to drive under impairment.
[ Honestly, Lindsey had no reason to ask the man to stay besides that he intrigued him and he had no pressing cases on hand. ]
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The laugh is not a full bodied laugh, but it's there nonetheless, and the fact that he's able to for once actually surprises him. He sets the empty glass down as he does, the lid of the small bottle making a light snap as he sealed it up. ]
You think I ended up this soaked walking from a car to the front door?
Here. [ The bottle in his hand gets tossed towards the lawyer, a light throw so mister McDonald doesn't have to duck to avoid an angry pill bottle projectile. The label on the bottle is written quite clear: perphenazine. Dosage, potency, his full name and diagnosis. There you are, mister fancy pants lawyer. A very medicated crazy man is in your apartment. ]
People who take that aren't the people they give driving licenses to.
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You walked?
[ Dumb question, but an incredulous one nonetheless considering he couldn't have lived anywhere near him. It wasn't that kind of neighborhood. ]
Why would you do that?
[ He caught the bottle and looked down at it, then looked back up at the man in his home. It wasn't the answer he was looking for, but he tossed the bottle back at its owner anyway. At the moment, he wasn't sure what to do with the stressed man. The strange thing was, if compared, Thomas was probably the most benign person to have walked in here while actually knowing Lindsey as a person.
Hell his life was lonely and pitiful. ]
Then since you're not driving, sit down and have another.
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Were you not listening to me?
I have no license, no vehicle, and I am not taking public transportation. Buses are filthy.
[ The bottle is tucked back into his coat pocket, ready for when he will need his next dose. He knows the doctors will have a fit if they find out he has taken the medications with alcohol, but it would be rude to refuse a drink again. As much as he would like to leave and go home, at the moment it was more tempting to drown in the whiskey than the rain outside.
He hesitated, before stepping over to the nearest available seat to sit down on, and promptly soak his wet clothes against. ]
Planning on getting a crazy man drunk, are we?
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Grabbing the whole bottle of whiskey, Lindsey poured himself another measure then cradling the glass against him awkwardly with his prosthetic, he walked over to Thomas to do the same. He wasn't concerned about the leather upholstery that the reporter was getting his wet clothes all over, there were few things in his apartment that he cared much for to begin with.
The bottle was placed on the nearest counter and he took up his tumbler where he had it tucked. He seemed to have adjusted with the lost of his limb, but there was still a certain frustration in his eyes at the awkward actions. ]
I was hoping you can hold your alcohol better than that.
[ Whether Thomas was interested or not, Lindsey clinked his glass against the man's and took a sip of his drink. ]
I don't get friendly house guests often, mister Lausson. I will go as far as to say some of the ones who visit aren't human at all.
[ His perfectly serious face then cracked into a smile to suggest elevate the somber topic, although within his sharp gaze burned a lonely spark within. ] Indulge me.
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He always made sure to leave early enough, and took his time unless there were other factors involved that required a faster pace. Usually to get away from. More than once, he'd been mugged and assaulted, but there were just as many thugs on the buses and subways than the streets. One would always take a chance when stepping out the front door.
The soft clink of the two glasses seemed to startle him, brows furrowing for a moment, before his eyes closed and a moment passed, and he took a drink finally. He didn't like that sound. ]
As someone on a strict medication schedule who only drinks when there is leftover funds to do so, I will admit there has not been much of a chance to develop a strong tolerance.
[ The not-human comment has a brow arching, but Thomas tries to think nothing of it. The doctors were always saying how the creatures he told them about did not exist. Perhaps this man was just as crazy.
He leaned back in the chair, swirling the drink around in the glass. ]
What else could I possibly offer?
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So Lindsey smiled slightly, not quite his courtroom face due to its self depreciating hint, and took a sip of his whiskey. ]
Insight as to why you find it necessary to fight against those with money instead of accepting it and making your life easier.
[ The admittance might be considered drunk if it wasn't for the sharpness that still lingered in the lawyer's eyes and how little drink he got in him. He sounded genuinely curious, but other than that, he also seemed satisfied to let time pass in companionable silence. Just two men sharing drinks while one waited for the rain to stop. ]
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He couldn't help a bemused chuckle under his breath. Why would he want to know something so personal about a stranger? About a crazy, lowly little reporter? ]
There is no amount of money that you could give me, mister McDonald, that will make my life easier.
[ Bringing his legs up - the chair was soaked anyway, his shoes weren't going to make any difference - he found himself curling up, the glass cradled in his lap. ]
Your money can't buy answers.
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He took another drink of his whiskey, thought a bit more about what Thomas said. ]
You'll be surprised what money can buy. Give enough, it will buy you anything. [ He ended up saying quietly. After all, it was enough to buy his soul.
Finishing the rest of his drink in one hard swallow, he got up, but motioned with his prosthetic for the reporter to stay in his seat. He was only going to bring the bottle of whiskey over. ]
You might as well call me Lindsey while you're here.
[ He refilled his tumbler and lifted the bottle slightly in question if Thomas wanted more. ]
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But he had nothing else to support that theory. No documents of his own, no papers, no proof. Merely his own word and a handful of repetitive hallucinations. Really, it was no wonder he was on the drugs.
He ignored the first remark, because it was an argument that would continue for far too long. No, best to just leave it for now. He never expected men like him to understand anyway. ]
Do not call me Thomas.
[ Muttered in between drinks, his eyes glancing at the floor. He sighed quietly, tracing his fingertip along the rim of the glass. ]
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But recognizing that it was an argument for another time, probably never, Lindsey was satisfied to simply get the last word and simply enjoy the company.
Chuckling at the softly buttered comment, Lindsey left the bottle on the table and merely drunk in companionable silence. Strange, how this evening turned out, but he had nothing better planned to do. ]
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He did know when to stay silent, however. It was easier for Thomas to gather his thoughts, scribble a few notes on his paper, and drink more. He'd had two more full glasses, before his eyelids became heavy.
Thomas isn't sure when he fell asleep - or passed out - but he did at some point, half empty glass in one hand and his chin propped in the other, eyes closed and breathing even. It had been a long day, after all. ]
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Lindsey didn't know why he had let a virtual stranger in his house, shared his alcohol, and insisted he stay. Something about Thomas Lausson rang a cord of truth within him, reminded himself of the man he had strived to be but failed at, who he could have been had he still a soul. He should have hated that and been vindictive, yet instead, he let a man he barely knew fall asleep in his home.
When was the last time he had someone like this in his house, or trust his presence enough to fall asleep?
He closed his eyes as if the thought pained him and got up, carefully taking the glass from the sleep numbed fingers and resting it on the table beside the reporter. A trip to the closet and he returned with a light throw, which he threw over the slumbering man. He was being responsible, that was all. He got the man to drink and encouraged him to drink with medication. Whatever.
Getting up to get some case files, he read them quietly in his seat as the man slumbered on. Outside, the day turned towards evening and the rain eventually stopped. ]