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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!

RATED R

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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[ Mycroft read and re-read the message. How does one respond to that?]

I think this is the sort of thing we need to discuss in person. Tell Sherlock you are going out somewhere, your choice. I will send a car to pick you up. -MH

[ If this was to be the end, and it seemed that it might be the Mycroft would at least see John's face when the doctor decided.]

Alright. I should be around Regent's Park, in about twenty minutes.

[John put his phone down and sighed into his hands, covering his face up. He didn't want to do this, and it felt painful already.]

[ Mycroft began gathering his things, and sent off the car. He headed homeward. The car would pick John up and take him there. This whole situation was most unfortunate. It seemed Sherlock was quite intent on ruining anything good Mycroft might have.]

[ Mycroft made in home in a half hour round abouts, and made tea. He spent the rest of his time waiting for John, and honestly fretting a bit.]

[It had taken every last bit of acting ability he might have had to escape Sherlock's gaze and be let out, arriving to the appointed place and being quick to spot Mycroft's car already waiting.]

[The ride to the man's home felt just as dreary as his first car ride. When the two were mere strangers, when Mycroft was just a threat to him and Sherlock. He would have never imagined then, how fond he would grow of the elder Holmes in the future.]

[And with that bittersweet thought, he arrived, unable to contain how upset he was by the time he rang the doorbell.]

[ Mycroft pulled open the door, nearly immediately. He was in a bit of a state, though it didn't show much on his face. He stepped out of the way to allow John to enter.]

Please come in, have a seat. There is tea if you'd like it. I suppose we've got some important business to discuss don't we, Doctor?

[ He'd reverted back to calling John by his title. It was intended to show John that he was willing to be professional and civil with him in future, but it came out sounding kind of frigid and distant.]

[ He shut the door behind himself and moved into the living area. He stood behind his chair rather than sit.]

[Mycroft might as well smacked him across the face with his umbrella, with the way he had called him "Doctor". He dropped his head and gave a nod, stepping inside. He wouldn't make a go for the tea; he didn't think he could intake anything right now, with how nervous he was. He could already feel his arms trembling slightly.]

Right.

[He followed after Mycroft, awkwardly standing once they had made it to their destination]

[ Mycroft motioned to the chairs.]

Please have a seat. I do believe it will be more comfortable for you to say what you have to say sitting down. Perhaps we do both know what you intend to do here today though.

But...

[ He spoke softly now, his voice betraying more of his emotions on this subject then anything else.]

... know that you have never been and would never have been a burden to me.

[Leave it to Mycroft to throw a curveball like that when John least expected it. It wasn't often that Mycroft showed any vulnerability, and it always made John feel a little hopeful and content, whenever he did.]

[He took a seat, his decision weighing heavily on the tip of his tongue. All he had to do was articulate and will his voice out, and it would be done.]

My...

[That was a bit of his own soppiness coming out; a nickname. He had a feeling Mycroft didn't like them, so he never said it out loud, until now.]

[ Mycroft didn't need to hear what John had to say about this he already knew.]

Allow me... you are going to leave me for Sherlock. I must admit you aren't the first of my...

[ He gave pause here, unsure of what to call what they had been doing all this time.]

... lovers to leave me because of him. You wouldn't even be the first to leave me for him.

[ He moved to pour himself a cup of tea and had a sip.]

I assure you I am perfectly capable of remaining civil when we see one another after this point.

[ That was as close as Mycroft was going to get to " We can still be friends."]

[John gave a sigh and shook his head. He might be icy, a lot of the time, but John could tell that Mycroft was more than that. He kept firm eyes on the man, waiting for the other to look at him before he spoke again.]

Let's tell Sherlock.

[Yeah, that would bring about a maelstrom of trouble with the detective, and he knew it. But if Mycroft meant what he had said; if John truly wasn't a burden...there was no reason why they had to keep things a secret.]

[Of course, there was also the risk of John jumping the gun, and caring more about Mycroft than Mycroft cared about him. Either way, he ball had been kicked to his court. John had made a decision (albeit unexpected), but it was up to Mycroft to take it or leave it.]

[ Mycroft was shocked. John couldn't be serious could he?]

Surely you can't be serious, John.

[ He frowned and stepped around his chair, moving closer to John.]

He's going to be very verbally abusive to you about me. Are you sure you want to go through that? You know how Sherlock can be. He's not going to stop until he gets what he wants.

[ Mycroft didn't give a damn if Sherlock knew and spent all of his time being cruel to him, but he didn't want to see John hurt by his brother any more then he already was.]

[John gave a little shrug.]

Yeah, I know damn well that he's going to make my life a living hell, from now on. But what's the worst that can happen? He'll tell me off? I'll be forced to move out? Worse comes to worst, I'll have to punch him in the face, but...

[He smiled.]

I feel good about this, My. I think it's about time that Sherlock learns that not everything can be about him.

[ Mycroft found himself smiling a real honest to God smile. This made him happy, so happy that for a moment the happiness bubbled over and he actually laughed. He settled into a fond smile after not long.]

John Watson you are full of surprises.

[ Mycroft extended a hand to John, inviting him to come closer.]

Though I am thrilled to find you so willing to tell my brother of our...

[ He paused again, still unsure of what to call this.]

... relationship?

[ He asked with a hopeful look before continuing.]

I would much rather celebrate this decision than go tell him straight away.

[ His smile turned a bit sultry. He was not the type to gather up a lover and tell them he was going to fuck them blind. Still, subtle as he was, his intent was clear.]

[John took Mycroft's hand and came close enough to be able to bump his head against the taller man's chest, just for a second. He gave a snort at the suggestion, unable to hold back a smile as he looked up at him.]

I could do with some "celebrating".

[If he was going to get his ear chewed out later, he might as well have some fun, first. Besides, it might just be easier to let Sherlock deduce how he got thoroughly shagged by his older brother than actually tell him.]

[ Mycroft's expression morphed into something incredibly predatory. Slowly he leaned down to take John's lips in a thorough and deeply sensual kiss. Mycroft never rushed these things. He had every intention to take his time while taking apart John Watson. He pulled back just the tiniest amount to speak, his words brushing softly over John's lips.]

Then let us go to bed, John.

[ He took a full step away then, letting John's hand fall from his own. He was back to business just like that. He strode confidently in the direction of his bedroom, removing his cufflinks as he went. He looked perfectly calm and collected. ]

[John felt himself warm up almost as soon as Mycroft's lips touched his own, nodding rapidly when the other spoke. There was some slight disappointment when Mycroft pulled away, but he followed along closely, not as good as Mycroft about hiding his desire.]

[ Mycroft was putting away his cufflinks when John entered. He was a tidy man. He wasn't the throw your clothes all over the room in your haste to fuck sort of man at all. That's not to say he wasn't going to rock John's world, of course. He was simply a man who took his time.]

Remove your clothing, and lay down on the bed, John.

[ He glanced back at his lover in that " poor little fishie you've wandered into the shark tank" kind of way. He liked having power over his lovers. Having sex with Mycroft was a bit like being at the eye of the storm.]

[ He slipped out of his jacket and went over to his closet to hang it up. He'd already kicked off his shoes and removed his socks when he'd gotten home from work.]

[John could be that kind of man, but right now, he found a bit of amusement from God knows where. He toed off his shoes and got rid of his socks, sitting right in the middle of bed, but otherwise not doing anything more]

You're awfully bossy tonight.

[He grins at Mycroft as he very, very slowly starts to undo his belt.]

Bossy? Hardly.

[ Mycroft smirked and slipped over to the bed. He was still wearing the majority of his clothes. He liked having his clothes on while his lover was naked. It turned him on.]

Let me help you with those, John.

[ He crawled across the bed, straddling John's thighs. He settled into his lap so that their cocks aligned just so before peeling off John's jumper.]

You look so much better nude after all. These jumpers of yours do a good job of hiding the delicious body you keep underneath.

[John leaned back on his forearms once the jumper was off, looking at Mycroft and smirking a bit, despite his reddened cheeks]

Well, I don't think anyone has any business looking at an old man's body, yeah?

[He then leaned forward enough to steal a peck from his...lover -if he could be called that- rolling his hips up just once.]

Old man?

[ Mycroft scoffed at the implication.]

If you are an old man then I am as well, and I would certainly hate to be considered old.

[ He smiled fondly at the peck, and let out a low rumbling moan of pleasure at the hip roll. ]

What are you in the mood for tonight, John?

[ He leaned down to nibble just under the doctor's ear, considering leaving a love bite. If they were going to tell Sherlock anyway then there was no real reason not to, well other then the fact that they weren't 16 year olds anymore.]

[There was a long, drawn out huff at the way Mycroft moaned, feeling his cheeks flare up out of the sheer pleasure of his voice.]

Anything.

[He murmured, stealing another kiss and not giving a damn if Mycroft wanted to leave marks on him. If they weren't worrying about being old, neither did they have to worry about acting as though they were too young.]

I've missed you, you know.

[ Mycroft smirked a bit a gave John's neck a light nip. He'd decided not to leave a mark though. He didn't want to cause John any embarrassment at work.]

Of course I know.

[ He grinned and shuffled down the bed to peel John out of his trousers and pants. He wanted John nude, and was happy to do a bit of legwork on his own to get him that way.]

Perhaps some fellatio?

[ He murmured this into John's newly bared thigh before peppering light kisses along the length of it. ]

[John shuddered at seeing Mycroft like this, so willing to please and not even minding the fact that he had to put work into this. His cock gave a little twitch at the sensation of lips so close to it, and without wanting to, he moaned.]

Fuck, My...tha-that'd be amazing.

[ Mycroft didn't waste any time. He licked a long stripe up John's length, pausing only to look up at his lover and ask...]

This isn't fattening is it? You know I am on a diet.

[ He winked not waiting for an answer before sliding John's cock into his mouth. He took his time savoring the flavor of it. To think people joked about him liking cake. If only they knew.]

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