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bakerstreet2017-11-24 12:58 pm
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Every move you make
Love and lust are all very well and good, but this meme is for when that white-hot desire tips into something darker, an all-consuming fire that licks at your every thought, that clenches around your every breath. It may be one-sided or it may be reciprocal, you may be the object or the subject or both simultaneously, but at least one of you is obsessed.
You can think of nothing but them. Your world, your heart, your very existence revolves around them.
Unrequited - Subject
1. Innocent yearning - They are unreachable, untouchable, or perhaps you're merely too shy. You're resigned to the certainty that they will never be yours, but you'd still dedicate your life to make them happy. Little gifts, remembering their birthday, you'll be their best friend, their Cyrano, you'll be their shoulder to cry on or maybe you'll only ever watch them from across the office and make sure that one of the morning donuts always makes it anonymously to their desk before they're all eaten.
2. Win their heart - You're going to marry them. Sure, they don't know it yet. Sure, they don't even know you exist. But you've got a plan, and you're going to use every resource in your power to win their heart. No matter what it takes. Their happiness is all important, and the best way to ensure that is to make sure they know how worthy they are of being loved.
3. Stalker - They belong to you. They may not know it, they may even disagree, but they are yours. It's okay. You're content--at least for now--to watch them from afar. To deliver notes and gifts--threats, if they dare to object to your ideas of romance, if they dare to date anyone else--to oversee their safety and even to mastermind minor adjustments in their life to ensure that everything goes... according to plan.
Unrequited - Object
1. Innocent yearning - You have a secret admirer. Little gifts, love poems and notes, and they're always perfectly sweet, perfectly timed, and they always make your day. You're half in love with them already, whoever they are, this person who cares for your happiness above all else. If only you could figure out who it might be.
2. Win their heart - Out of nowhere, one of your friends--or perhaps an acquaintance you hardly noticed before now--has begun trying to court you. It's flattering, but also very intense. They seem convinced that you'll fold to their affections sooner or later, and... maybe. Why not? It's nice to have someone who thinks you're worth the whole world.
3. Stalker - You're being followed. Maybe you know this person--an ex?--maybe you don't. They know you, though, or they think they do. Worse, they think they have some claim upon you. They dog your steps, bother your friends and romantic partners, leave you haunting and unwelcome gifts.
Requited
A. The sun in my sky - Your everyday existence may be dull and drab, but you have one glittering prize in your life. Your love, your partner, your everything. You can get through the daily grind, through the indignities of your life, because you know you're coming home to them.
B. Forbidden - You're in love and it's requited, but that doesn't make them any more accessible to you. Wealth, class, or perhaps an inconvenient marriage is keeping the two of you apart. You'll have to conduct your affair in secret, with your obsession compelling you to take greater and greater risks, until you find a way to run away together -- or until you're caught.
C. Partners in Crime - What's more romantic than a crime spree? You're partners in crime, and what a thrill that is! It certainly spices up your love life. You trust them entirely, they're the other half of you, and they're every bit as wicked as you. It feels as though you're both untouchable, and surely you are. You'll never be caught. Neither of you will ever be hurt.
D. On the Run - You're young, you're in love, and you're free, but you know it can't last. You're on the run, and your stars are crossed. Sooner or later you're going to come to a bad end, but until then you've got this hotel room, this night, this car and the open road. If anyone wants to separate you, they're going to have to catch you first.
Wildcards
Enchantment - A love spell can serve to create obsession where none existed before, and now you have a devoted slave, as long as the spell doesn't backfire.
An Unholy Bargain - You've sworn yourself to an angel, a devil, a cause, a country, a witch, a place, and they are the embodiment of that vow. You're sworn to them inescapably, and the terms of your bargain press you with the sweetest compulsion. It may not be real, but it's love, and it's undeniable.
Feel free to run with your own interpretations of the theme!
Griffith | Berserk | M/M
Ashley Raventon | Lost Souls | M/M
Gabriel Caron | OC
He's a young philosopher/artist with the particular brand of charisma which will probably one day make him a cult leader. For now he's just a charmingly insufferable grad student.]
Madelyne Pryor | X-Men Comics | OTA
Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
Jimmy | On Doorstep | m/m (18+)
Arkady Raventon | Lost Souls | M/M
Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight
Buffy Summers | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | OTA
lady | devil may cry
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Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias | f/m
tate langdon | american horror story | OTA
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unrequited —> 3 (object)
Coming across what seems to be an abandoned house has to be sheer luck.
He doesn't think twice before rushing past the wrought iron gate, ascending the few steps to the door and grasping the knob. Surprisingly, it twists underneath his hand, allowing him to force it open. Perhaps a little too quickly, since he stumbles in, lands flat on his front, but that doesn't keep him from spinning onto his back to kick the door shut.
There's a long moment of silence, distorted only by his labored breathing. Minutes tick by at an agonizingly slow pace, though once it feels like he hasn't been followed, the blue boy heaves a relieved sigh and gets up, slinking over to make sure the entrance is secured. He hesitates there, peers over his shoulder, then drops his backside against the wooden barrier, nervously glancing around the area.
As much as he wants to call out, Kurt thinks better of it and urges himself forward through the foyer, iridescent eyes darting this way and that. Well, for the moment, it's a safe spot, so what's the harm in exploring a bit?]
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He has two options. He can let It get the shit kicked out of It, let whatever It's running from catch up to It--but Tate doesn't like that idea. Especially not when he's able to take a better look. The guy has blue skin, elf ears, and Tate decides automatically that It's just weird enough to talk to.
He steps out of the shadows, seemingly out of nowhere, seemingly from nowhere, and it's just like he's turned a corner. Dark eyes are half hidden under a flop of messy blond hair, and Tate's oddly calm for someone who's just seen a weirdo jump into his house.
Probably because the house is abandoned and has nothing in it. ]
Practicing for a marathon? [ His voice is dry, and there's a strange stab of something in his tone. Not quite accusatory, but close. He doesn't bother to hide how his eyes rake over every inch of the other. ]
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He briefly peeks his head around the framework into the kitchen, tail flicking with curiosity. It truly does seem like the place is abandoned at first; the sound of a voice is what tells him otherwise.
Kurt spins on his heel and sinks down into the collar of his coat, eyes widening with surprise when he sees that the person speaking appears to be a male close to his own age.] Oh, [he notes.] No, I— I came in here because the door was unlocked. I was trying to ... [A pause, his features wrinkling with contemplation.]
I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone lived here. [Frankly, it sure looked deserted, regardless of the boy standing in front of him.
He swallows hard around the lump forming in his throat, anxiety spiking at the way Tate is unashamedly looking him over. Both hands lift to the collar of his coat, tugging it up so he can hunker down a little more, one foot shifting back toward the door.] Breaking and entering isn't exactly something I was planning. Please, [a faint, shaking breath,] don't call the police.
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kevin | we need to talk about kevin | m/m
Ariadne | Inception
jackson whittemore | teen wolf | ota