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Three Types of Love Meme

Three Types Of Love Meme (Expanded)

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 the numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-20 to get a scene. Or just choose one that takes your fancy!
- 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, scratches 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. AFFAIR TO REMEMBER. you're not even really together together with this person. You're having an affair on your lover, but you just can't say no.
13. ARGUMENT. You're in the middle of fighting with your lover, either physically or verbally.
14. ACCIDENTAL PHOTO. Stripper on the lap, about to make out with someone else? Nude photos of another person? Whatever the case, you just got an accidental photo sent to your phone of your lover with someone else or a naked photo of someone else intended for your lover. Heck, maybe it's even a naked photo OF your lover that's intended for someone else.
15. CAN'T SAVE YOU. Your lover is going to sacrifice themselves and you can't save them. You can spend your last night with them though.
16. FALLING APART. Your life with your lover is falling apart due to outside circumstances and all you can do is try to hold on together.
17. SECRET LOVER. You and your lover have to keep your relationship a secret, but unfortunately, you've been found out by someone who disapproves. How will you deal?
18. GOING TO MAKE YOU HURT. You know you're no good for your lover and in the end, you're going to make them hurt.
19. KEEP YOU SAFE. Your lover has been hurt in an intimate way by someone else and all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
20.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. PATCH YOU UP. Your lover is injured and you've got to take care of them.
13. LET'S MAKE LOVE. You want to take it slow tonight, really slow. You want to take the time to love and worship each other's bodies.
14. SEXTING. Your lover is away from you so you decide to spice things up with some text messages and maybe even some photos.
15. KISSES. A good old fashioned make out session. You're not necessarily into taking it to the next level, just kissing each other is enough right now. That might include kissing every inch of the other's body too.
16. WELCOME HOME. Your lover has been gone for far too long and now they're back. It's time to welcome them.
17. RESCUE YOU. You've given everything to rescue your lover and now it's time for some well deserved time together.
18. RUNNING AWAY. You and your lover has run away together to start a new, happier life.
19. CHOOSE YOU. You have to turn away something amazing just to be with your lover and you don't regret it for a second.
20.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. IF YOU ONLY KNEW. You're not who your lover thinks or you've got a lot of deep dark secrets that, if they only knew, they'd hate you forever.
13. NOT WHO I WAS. Maybe your lover was replaced with a pod person or they're under brainwash or something, but you know they're not who they were.
14. LOVE POTION XXX. You couldn't resist it anymore. You needed your lover, so you've drugged them into loving and wanting you too.
15. THREATS. This person isn't with you willingly. They're only putting up with you because you've threatened them into doing so.
16. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.
17. NOT GOING TO SAVE YOU. Your lover is on the brink and you're just going to watch them fall. You don't care anymore.
18. HATE YOU. You need your lover to know how exactly much you hate them. You can't even touch them without your skin crawling.
19. BETRAYAL. You've betrayed your lover in some huge way and you don't care that they've found out.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!

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I can't.

[This was a conversation she didn't want to have. Something she had avoided, hedged around, and sometimes just plain walked out of the room whenever he approached the subject. Anything with the word 'kids' in it seemed to make her uneasy. It was the next natural step in their relationship, but for some reason it made her incredibly uncomfortable]

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Clint didn't see what the problem was in taking the next step in their relationship. This was all new to him and wasn't this what normal couples did? Didn't they have kids, settle down and raise a family?

"Can't, or won't entertain the idea? I love you Tasha, but I'm not forcing you on this.." It started as a harmless, flippant comment and now Clint was trying to work out how this got so serious. But now they were here they might as well have the conversation.

This was not the Sherlock Holmes John remembered, but even for all that time he'd thought him dead, he couldn't possibly be mad at him now. All he wanted to do now was take away the pain, somehow. Make him feel at home, comfortable, safe again. So after he helped Sherlock upstairs best he could, then opened the door to good ole 221B Baker Street, he looked hopefully to the shadow of his best friend, hoping this would help bring him back.

"Home sweet home," he said quietly, flashing with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Sherlock blinks around the flat. It seems strange and unfamiliar, as though he's forgotten things - as though there were great pieces missing that he could not quite explain. The smell was familiar. Home.

This hasn't been home in sometime, instead it's been... well. Sherlock would prefer that he had deleted that part of things.

John watches Sherlock carefully, hoping to see if he recognizes anything. The doctor at the hospital had said that would be a good start. Baby steps.

"Would you like to see your room?" he asked gently. "It's the same as... when you left. I didn't move things, not really. Mrs. Hudson cleaned up a bit." Whether or not she was their housekeeper, she couldn't stand to see the room get dusty.

Sherlock shifts, in a manner that can only be described as a shy child. His room? A small nod.
The doctors have probably told John the muteness isn't due to anything physically wrong with him. One had implied Sherlock didn't want to speak, while the other had said, he may not be able to wrap his brain around the fact that he could.

Mrs. Hudson. Mummy, his brain supplies, illogically though, because his mother is dead.
He nods slowly, blinking a little with wide, blue-green eyes.

It's strange, Sherlock being so quiet, when John still remembers the brilliant man who he often wanted to just shut up. He took that for granted, the deep, baritone voice. But there's no point lingering on that, when he is grateful that Sherlock is alive. There is a chance he'll come back, John doesn't care about any odds the doctors told him about. John's a doctor, too, damnit. He can be patient.

John nodded, reaching out a hand to almost touch Sherlock's arm, gently, but hesitating. Instead, he gestured to the open door of the room, and led him that direction. The room looked much the same - the periodic table was still there, on the wall, and John had taken out Sherlock's old violin, setting the closed case on his bed.

Sherlock brushes his awkward, bandaged fingers over the worn case, almost fondly. He'd nearly forgotten the violin, in the haze of everything. Being quiet. So quiet. Speaking just wasn't necessary anymore. So. He doesn't.

He gives John a very small, grateful look. For me? he almost asks. Though he doesn't quite feel convinced enough of his "safety" - or anyone else's for that matter to ask properly.

John had missed the violin playing too, naturally. He'd been haunted with not only images of Sherlock playing, but the sounds too. His breath hitched just a little bit as he watched Sherlock caress it with those long, battered fingers.

He smiles a bit at Sherlock's look, and nods, pulling himself together again. Above all, he believes he has to be strong for his friend. He can't fall apart again. No more tears. "It's probably a bit out of tune, I'm sure," he shrugs a shoulder lightly. "But you can probably take care of that, yeah?"

He takes the nod that it is his permission to open the case, and he does, caressing the wood fondly before lifting it carefully out of the case, as though it were fragile, like glass.

He sits on the bed and carefully tries to tune, ignoring the discomfort in his fingers.
It really isn't anything like the pain he's experienced before.

So. He's alright. It takes a few tries before getting the first note to his liking and there is a small smile. Probably for the first time since Mycroft called John and said that Sherlock had been taken to the hospital, critically injured. Not much has been said about how or where Sherlock was found, only that someone of Moriarty's organization had kept him until he'd receded into his own mind, trying to keep it safe. Mycroft had only given John the necessary details. Nothing further. John can probably see the results for himself.

John thinks he could just stand there, listening to Sherlock tune his violin all day, and that would be alright. He can't imagine getting bored just being in the same room with Sherlock, just sitting together, doing nothing. There is so much time to make up for, but he doesn't want to push Sherlock. He remembers all the warring emotions he'd gone through when Mycroft had succinctly explained the situation to him over the phone. Now, gratefulness takes the largest spot over the others, as he watches the little smile light up Sherlock's face a bit - nothing like it used to, but it's a start.

Smiling quietly, John slowly sits on the bed, too, but leaving a considerable amount of space between them. He doesn't want to move to fast, to spook the younger man.

Sherlock doesn't seem to mind. He just tunes the second string, his focus intense on one object. Making the violin in tune. He has to go back and forth, retuning the two strings before adding a third.

As long as John doesn't get too terribly close, he doesn't seem to notice his presence. Though Sherlock, as ever, does know, there just isn't need to recognize that John is watching.

John thinks that perhaps this is good for Sherlock, to concentrate on one thing - tuning his violin, to focus his energies on that. Just one familiar thing at a time. John doesn't mind so much if he is ignored, so long as he can be there, watching and listening. He'll be taking off work for a while, so he can stay and look after his friend. Thanks to Mycroft, he's more than enough money to take care of him.

Finally the violin is tuned to Sherlock's liking though it may not be quite correct.
He begins to pluck softly, a sad little tune that might indicate the best way of communicating: I'm not-good, John. It's just a few random notes at first, then he finds the chords he wants.

John doesn't want Sherlock to be sad, which is what he gets from the tune of that particular little melody. He knows now that the former consulting detective can have his heart broken, not just his body and mind. He wants to hunt down and painfully kill each and every person who did this, who was involved in this, including Moriarty, whether or not it was him directly.

He wants to comfort Sherlock, but isn't sure how - would the other man shy away from touch? So, instead, he smiles gently, standing. "Would you like some tea? Thought I might put the kettle on."

Sherlock gives a nod then reaches to give John's hand a brief squeeze, then goes back to plucking softly. Thank you. it seems to say, even though he dares not to say anything just yet. So far things don't seem like they were. And small courtesies deserve at least a sense of gratefulness.

John starts slightly when Sherlock touches his hand, but then he smiles gently down at his friend. It's encouraging, that little touch. It helps him to know that perhaps just maybe he's doing something right, and that the chances for Sherlock readjusting to his old life were good. John nodded, then left Sherlock to his plucking. Once alone in the kitchen, he leaned against the counter for a moment with a sigh.

It was good. Sherlock was back home with him again.

He got water and started the kettle, busying himself with tidying the kitchen a bit until the tea was made.

Sherlock tries to lift the violin to it's position to play, and there's a few strands of music that he manages to elicit from it, before his fingers refuse to cooperate and he lowers the instrument, content to hold it in his lap. It is like an extension of himself. Here. Kept. Unbroken.

He lowers it into the case, brushing it fondly and wrapping the rosin next to the bow.

A moment later and John returns carrying two cups of hot tea. "Just how you like it," John says lightly, meaning Sherlock's tea has plenty of sugar. He hopes it to be something familiar for Sherlock, like the violin.

Sherlock has to be very careful with the cup, his fingers are still not quite willing to cooperate. Thank you, he wants to say, but the words just don't come. He tries, his head bending a little as though he were speaking but his lips just don't move.

A part of him doesn't want them to anyway. He's just ingrained it in his own head that he doesn't talk anymore.

John watches Sherlock carefully, and he very nearly almost reaches out to help him with the cup. Doesn't want him burning his already injured fingers, after all. He want those long, talented fingers to heal. He just smiles at Sherlock, and shakes his head once.

"It's fine, Sherlock," he says gently, instead reaching out to lightly grasp his arm. "Come on. We can sit at the table, if you'd like. Or our chairs, by the fireplace." Where Sherlock's skull, Bill, still laid, untouched, for the most part - Mrs. Hudson had dusted.

He carefully works to balance the cup, not complaining when a little spills over his fingers. It's not as hot as he thought it would be, or maybe his nerves are too damaged to register.

He lets John guide him to sit where he thinks is best. Wether that be the table or the fireplace.

John notices the little spills, too, and he tries to stifle his frown of concern. It only reminded him of how bad off the rest of Sherlock was, too, but hidden beneath his clothes. But he doesn't say anything, because Sherlock is home, and he can only get better from here.

John guides Sherlock to his chair by the fireplace, that little table beside it to set his tea down should he not want to hold it. John rests his hand gently on Sherlock's too boney shoulder for a moment, before removing it, and stepping back. He takes a sip of his tea, before speaking. "Mycroft insisted on paying your half of the rent after you... left," he said conversationally, thinking it better than just silence. "I didn't want to take his charity at first, but... this is home. Well, it's home even more so, now that you're back." John half-smiled down at Sherlock, before looking over at the skull on the mantle. "Bill over there isn't a great conversationalist, really."

Sherlock isn't sure how to respond to that, unlike what they had told him. Moran. Moriarty. Beat it into his head, until he is half-left trapped inside his own mind.

He looks at the skull, a bit regretful, then away, as though he wasn't sure he wanted to look at it or not.

Home now that he was back? He isn't sure how he should react to that. He can only sit there and listen as intently as possible.

John missed him.

John hadn't meant to make Sherlock feel guilty, or regretful. He had hoped the skull would remind Sherlock of old times, and perhaps bring back memories, make him feel more at home here. John feared that too much too soon might spook his friend, and that was the last thing he wanted. Perhaps it had been too early to take him out of the hospital, and bring him back home, but John thought this much better to the white-washed walls of his room back there.

So he just rambles on a bit, thinking perhaps Sherlock might just like listening to him - if only the sound of his voice. That was alright. And it seemed better than complete silence. "It's just been me and Mrs. Hudson," he went on. "She would come up and check on me quite a lot, of course, but that was alright. She'll want to see you, of course, when you're feeling up to it. She missed you, too." But maybe not as much as John had. It was there, in John's eyes - he had missed Sherlock so much, that his absence had left an ache behind, so powerful, that he feared it might be slowly taking him apart. Killing him.

In truth, Sherlock's memory of times past, even of things that were comfortable and familiar were overshadowed by what he had been through, a manner that could probably only be described as physical and psychological torture. Not that Sherlock saw it this way.
It was simple injury. Injury that should heal. And for now, Sherlock was frightened.
Speech had earned him serious injuries before. So he just had sort of forgotten how. And speaking meant ...they'd be hurt.

He tries to focus on John's words, mostly it the tone that is calming than the words themselves.

He wasn't quite sure how to adjust that he'd been missed. After being told over and over again that nobody missed him, he had begun to believe it, that no one was coming for him.
And he supposes, after thinking John dead and not knowing if it were a nightmare or real, he is not positively sure that this isn't a dream.

He didn't want to speak just yet. They might...hear.

John didn't know exactly what Sherlock had been through. The emotional and physical trauma must have been of a significant magnitude to cause him to go mute. It broke John's heart and angered him, and he would do whatever it took to help his best friend. Even if that meant putting his life on hold, and being immensely patient, John would do it. Sherlock had saved his life, after all, in the most important way.

"There has been only so much daily telly shows I could tolerate with Mrs. Hudson," he half-grinned, continuing on. He wants Sherlock to feel comfortable again. Home. "It's not the same without you there, giving a running commentary." John smiles at him, before taking a seat across from him in his own chair. He doesn't want to seem like he's hovering, but some part of him is afraid that moving too far away from Sherlock, even just a few feet, and he risks losing him all over again.

"Is your tea alright? Not too much sugar?" he asks carefully.

He nods, slowly, then shakes his head. Yes, it's alright. No it's not too much sugar.
He wouldn't mind the telly on. Noise instead of uncomfortable silence. He knows he should speak. Or at least that you want him to.

He is not sure when he will feel comfortable enough to have that ability. Or if he can be at ease again.

John smiles a bit and nods. "Good, that's good." However long it takes, it's not like they're going to have any major breakthroughs the first day, of course. John can't hope for a miracle like that. He's got Sherlock back, and that's more than he could ever hope for. That is enough of a miracle for him.

Unfortunately, he can't read Sherlock's mind. Sherlock was always the brilliant one, the mindreader, not John. He takes a sip of his own tea, absently, not liking the silence either, but unsure how to fill it. "Oh, the doctors said we could work on sign language," he mentioned, remembering. "I mean, we've got plenty of time for that, so only when you want to, when you're ready. This is your home, so if you ever want anything here, you're free to get it - food, drink, whatever. And I'm not going back into work for a while, so I'll be here, too, if you ever need anything."

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I haven't tagged "canon!Sherlock" in anything yet, will let you know when I do.

Sorry! meant to say, whatever you want to do with Canon!Sherlock and John is fine. Have anything specific in mind? Setting, relationship, etc?

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Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC [brokenverse AU]

Hurt/comfort, rescue, take away the pain - mixture? maybe post-Reichenbach too?

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Hope this is ok so far! I've seen your Sherlock around, wanted to do something with him...

of course it's fine! :D feel free to PM if you want to musebox or do a certain meme, etc!

Will do!

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