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Chapter 1: The Curiosity
"Anything?"
Ave pants, running up to the two familiar faces. The cold breeze stinging their faces as they stood idle in the courtyard.
"Ahh. Nothing, nothing as always."
The two boys sighing as she paced back and forth.
Ave taps her fingers against her purse nervously.
"Something else going on…?"
The tallest boy in the group muttered, peering up from his drawn hood.
Ave stuttered, "Jamie…what if we had something to do with Dessie's disappearance?!"
Both of the boys exchanged glances. Shaking their heads sheepishly.
Mikey spat, "Well, well, we- y'know actually. How could they know? HOW could they know?! We never said a word!"
Exchanging anxious glances at each other, the three stared in a fearful silence.
Not even seconds after, the three nearly jumped in surprise as they saw the other addition to the group, running towards them, joyously ignorant to their past doings. Stephan, the beloved partner of their missing friend in question, Desmond. The sounds of his chains and piercings jingling could put Christmas bells to shame as he excitedly charged towards his friends. Panting as he kneeled over, catching his breath.
"Guys! I've made a fucking breakthrough. I….I dunno how nobody has thought of it yet!"
The other three looked at one another in confusion. Has he found Desmond? Impossible. How could he sound so elated when his partner was still missing? This had to be big.
Stephan stood with his mouth hanging open, the words barely on his tongue. Jamie shifts over to him. "Well…?"
Stephan grabs Ave and Mikey, drawing them closer to Jamie and himself. The three staring at him in anticipation.
"The fucking "Wactory"….!"
"Wactory". A memory long since lost from the friendgroup's childhood. A worn down, abandoned place they'd run to in the dead of the night. None of them fully knowing if it was an old warehouse, or a factory. And so it was named an amalgamation of the two. It was the children's safe haven, albeit a place ripe with various ways of catching tetanus. However, the abandoned building held many good memories, locked away for years.
Raising her hand in awe of his sharp memory, Ave gestures.
"That fucking place yeah….! How didn't we get totally screwed up as kids in that shit-heap?!"
Jamie perks up.
"The police haven't looked there yet have they? There could be a chance…"
Mikey, nervously tapping his fingers, chimes in.
"Heyyyy. So yeah, uh-….not to rain on this parade but. Ya know, like…how Desmond is? They could've. You know…."
Stephan shooting Mikey a disappointed glance for even mentioning such an idea.
"What?"
"You know what. It's not funny..."
Mikey turning to the others, hoping they'd speak up in his favor.
"I wasn't joking. Y-you know how they were-"
"Are."
Stephan narrowed his eyes, stepping away from Mikey, shooting down a peircing gaze towards him with accusatory intent.
"Are...yeah. I'm just saying! They are ummm...ya know. A little unstable at times..."
Stephan charging closer, almost violently towards Mikey, causing Ave to let out a frightened yelp.
"What they've gone through isn't a fucking joke. Or a reference. Or whatever the shit you bastardize it as!"
Ave stepped between the two, pushing them both apart anxiously.
"Just stop, okay. Before this turns into something it doesn't need to..."
Jamie shifts over next to Ave, gesturing.
"Maybe we should look there, ourselves? I mean if they've gone full ghost-mode I think a bunch of police and shit could be...overwhelming, ya know?"
Stephan backed up, scratching his chin.
"Yeah, I think we should. But let me take things on, because uh...well. They trust me-"
Ave raises a brow.
"The hell does that mean?!"
"I'm their boyfriend??! Uhhh, duh!"
"Okay....sure."
Stephan scoffs, throwing his hands up.
"All these years I've....NOT been their boyfriend? Hello?!"
"Not what I meant, fuckface-"
Jamie, putting a hand on Ave's shoulder with the intent of comfort, sighed.
"Didn't you say this shouldn't turn into something unnecessary....?"
The walk was silent. Distant.
Almost as if they were all heading to the abandoned building for completely different reasons from one another. They tread carefully through the first few rooms, calling out to Desmond. Illuminating a path before themselves with their phone lights. Nothing but silence accompanied by the stench of mold and long since passed animals.
"Seems all things come here to die..."
Jamie muttered, spinning around to catch a view of his murky surroundings.
The sudden blast of music in the distance startled the group, causing them to scream in surprise. The lot of them spinning around, scanning the area rapidly.
"The fuck was that?!"
Ave shouted, almost swinging herself around, illuminating the area. Jamie peering down the nearest corridor, lighting the way, gestures towards the others. The group now cautiously tip-toeing towards the continous music.
Stephan now taking the lead, pushes the door open. Everyone bracing themselves for all kinds of horrors. Only to find a laptop set upon a rusty workbench, the screen flickering. The music felt familiar, nostalgic. The character on screen was the epitome of nostalgia for the group. A childhood creation of their missing friend. The character shook their finger back and forth, smiling at the viewers with confidence.
Stephan could've exploded at the mere sight of what was on screen. He raced towards the laptop, kneeling until he was eye level with it.
"Holy shit....! Guys! It's Dessie's game!"
The others looked at each other in confusion, seating themselves next to Stephan.
"Remember?! They had this character? They always wanted them to be in an official game until they decided, "fuck it", and started making their own Sonic game! It....was that passion project they always talked about!"
The joy in his eyes began to pool into tears, running down his face, pulling his mounds of black eyeliner down with each tear.
Ave slowly turned away, her face shaded with guilt. Mikey sat closer next to Stephan, peering over his shoulder.
"So uh....Can we play this?"
Stephan started fumbling with the keys until the pinging noise of the game beginning finally sounded off upon the right key being hit. Thrown into a classic level right away, the boys sat up in curiosity. Stephan biting down on his lip to hide his giddy smile.
"I've seen some of this over the years, just the starting levels and shit! Desmond was always so goddamn keen on keeping it spoiler-free for us!"
Ave turned back around to face the screen.
"Yeah....No spoilers. I remember.."
Mikey excitedly pointing at the screen while peering over Stephan's shoulder. No matter how many times he swatted Mikey's hands away from his face, the both of them were fueled with a childish sort of excitement.
"Woah it's all stylized and shit?! And the characters are all different, THIS is what Desmond has been gassing up since we were kids?!"
Stephan chuckled, shaking his head.
"How do you not remember? We used to draw this crew, and play out how everything would be if it was a real game..."
Mikey's eyes lighting up as he inched closer.
"Now it fucking is.....!"
Jamie rested his head on Stephan's shoulder, taking in his lost friend's creation. Each intricate animation and detail, seeing their art again made his chest feel heavy. Cold.
"Look at how cool they made Amy, she's got cool shit with her hammer too, watch!"
Stephan demonstrating how the character functioned in-game. Clacking the keys of the laptop as the character on screen took a running jump, swinging her hammer upwards. Coming down with small shockwaves beneath her hammer.
"Ayyyy, do that shit again!"
Mikey shouted as he bounced up and down repeatedly. Ave sighing at the sight of the boy's joy. Stephan looking so peaceful, reminded of what his loved one has created. Jamie looking concerned, concentrating with deep thought. Suddenly Jamie sat back up, away from Stephan.
"Isn't this odd....?"
Everyone staring at him.
"Like...Where's Desmond? Why was this, only this left here?"
Stephan only halfway concentrating on the game now, beginning to feel worry and fear grow inside of him. Despite that, he wanted to stay hopeful, the game itself was clear hope that his partner was still alive and safe.
Unknowingly, he still was pressing the input to direct the character on screen, making her jump and slam back onto the ground with her hammer. Just before she hit the ground again, the game froze, emitting a loud whirring noise. An ear-piercing tone.
Then it all went black.
Everything.
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Hello!! Bout time I make a semi intro lol, so here is a small get to know me!!
I'm Chex, but y'all can also call me Jester! I am 17 years old, but will be 18 in a couple of months!
I consider myself an artist, though I have not actually drawn somethin in a while lmao. I also like the play video games and write occasionally! I also cosplay but I don't think I'll be showing off any of my personal stuff on here anytime soon due to being underage and also just self conscious lol
I am a lesbian (atleast I'm p sure!!) and speculating being on the ace spectrum (kinda ironic considering I have kinks, but this is where it starts getting uncomfortable to talk about openly especially considering I'm a minor so I don't really wish to disclose WHY I think I am)
Since this acc is for kink and NSFW shit (and one of my kinks is snez), I'll mention that I usually prefer women sneezing wavs n stuff, though occasionally male sneezes are alright? Idk lol I think it's just the comphet subconsciously trying to attach any sneeze it here's to "this characters sneeze would sound like this!!!" Lmao idk
I like Ho/mes/tuc/k, Dan/ganr/on/pa, SG/T Fr/og, and a few other things (I promise I'm not a problematic tiktok child pls I've been stalkin SFF and Snzblr for a few years now and try to do actual analysis n research of and on characters n plot stories n all that--)
Im not the most active on this acc cause I have a job n have actually finally started hanging out with friends more, but I do try my best!!! I prob won't post much but I'll try to interact a bit!
Uhhh I like making friends? Don't be shy to message me or somethin!! Im a bit new to actually interacting community n all so I'm not sure how to like comfortably hold a conversation (that part isn't exactly new tbh lmao) so if I seem a bit rigid in conversation or iffy pls know I'm trying!!! I'm not used to just talkin bout this stuff lmao.
If anyone wants to roleplay I may be down. Ive been having a huge writers block recently n have some other non-kink rps to respond too but I really wanna get back into it and keep practicing in character writing and not just ocs!! (I do semi-lit to novella if anyone wishes to know lol)
My discord is 🕸️ChexMix💮#0871
I'm always open to talk, though I'm usually more comfy talkin to people around my own age ya know? It gets a bit awkward if you get really into talking about this stuff with someone older than ya lol
I'm one of those people who likes hearing people sneeze n stuff but I'm uncomfy sneezing myself n all. Idk if it's weird or hypocritical but that's my personal preference buuut if anyone wants to talk on discord or Tumblr bout sneezing and maybe do a call I may draw ya somethin if I have the time and motivation in return instead of sneezing 030 (I need to redownload KIK I don't have it anymore since it's got such bad shit round it lmao)
IIIIII think this is all for now I think??? Idk buuut I guess here is the end of my intro!! I hope to be able to finally make friends round my age who I can actually talk to and all that stuff!! Have a great day / night everyone!!!! :DD
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So I just started playing honkai and since ur the only person that I know plays and I have no fucking clue what I'm doing any advice? (Also I havnt even played past the tutorial, I havnt even met the character yet, and idk what you thought but kiana seems pretty gay for mei because her literal first to lines about her are "I wonder what she'll make us for dinner!" and "Mei! Am I gonna meet up with Mei?!" Like I'm probably wrong but idk it just seems a bit 💅)
Oh Kiana’s totally head over heels for Mei dkfjskfjsk. I used to main her and jesus christ I had to hear her gush about Mei so many times a day ;;;;;;; one of her idle lines is basically “it’s so sunny outside!! This would be a perfect time to go on a date with Mei…..”
Sigh. That girl’s pining so hard it’s ridiculous. Love her. KiaMei my beloved <3333 dkfjskjdksjd
Anyways moving on, take all of this with a grain of salt bc I am not by any means a Professional Honkai Player skfjskdjks. I’ve looked up exactly Zero tutorials and done exactly Zero tests, I’m just spewing what seems to work for me
Idk if you’re a completionist or not but like it might be good to mention dkfjskdnsk ah, 3-starring all the levels isn’t really necessary unless you want crystals for gacha pulls. Well they give other things too but I usually do it for crystals. Don’t worry about it early on, you can always go back later and redo the levels.
Open World mode is unlocked at Captain Level 18, but CL35 is when you unlock Adventure Tasks; that’s what I mainly use OW for. I find that it’s a good way to get gold and materials. They also give battlesuit fragments, so it’s good if you want a specific character. But I’ve only seen a few specific battlesuits given so like. Idk. But yeah Adventure Tasks are good.
Also btw there’s three different Open Worlds. It doesn’t matter which one you do, but there’s one called A Post-Honkai Odyssey. Idk if it’s unlocked already for you, but I wouldn’t recommend doing that one since you’re so early into the game. It’s not bad or crazy hard or anything, but I think it’s better if you get farther into the story before you start it. I’m not that far in and it kinda confused me ;;;;
Oh oh! If you can, use those stamina replenisher items as well as the HOMU boxes. They give you stamina and gold when you use them. Istg you can never have enough of those, especially later in the game. I’m like. Level 73 and I’m still literally always broke because I need to level up my characters ;;;;;; usually it’s leveling up skills that makes my money evaporate into thin air, but enhancing weapons and stigmatas has done that as well………
^^ two types of HOMU boxes, the right one gives you the most amount of gold.
^^ and then a few items that give you stamina when used. There’s a ton and they all look different. Both HOMU boxes and stamina items can be found in Equipment, you can filter it by Materials to make it easier to find them. If you’re not sure what they do, just tap on them and check the description, it’ll say smth like “use to get 60 stamina” or “use to get 1000 gold”
Idk what level it is specifically, but when you unlock the dorms, there’s a thing that generates both over time. You’ll wanna claim those as often as possible, I usually do it when I first log in. (While I’m talking about it, I’d recommend trying to log in every day at least. It’s not mandatory, but the daily rewards are really nice imo.)
^^ those are the things I’m talking about dkfjksjd I know it says beta testing on the bottom, but the official dorm base looks basically the exact same. The dorm bonuses are still on the right, I just don’t have my ipad with me to take actual screenshots and for some reason I couldn’t find any pics of the actual dorm screen for the life of me
There’s also weekday events if you go to Attack and then events. On Saturday and Sunday, you can do the Super HOMU Run thingy and it’ll give you a ton of gold.
Ummm stigmatas are good! And weapons. Try to level those up, they help a lot if you wanna do more damage. I used to just put random stigmatas on my Valkyries bc I had no clue what they did but!! They have like. Actual effects and stats that help more when they’re given to characters who would actually benefit from them dkfjskjxskjd. So characters who deal fire damage would benefit from stigmatas who buff/deal fire damage, characters who have a damage boost against enemies who are paralyzed benefit from stigmatas that paralyze enemies. Would not recommend putting stigmatas that buff ranged attacks on a character who fights melee aha ;;;;;; same situation with weapons and weapon skills. It isn’t like. Game breaking or anything if you do happen to put mismatched equipment on your characters, but it uhhh might help a little
It also helps to take advantage of the leader skills!
There’s not any set character that has The Best Bonus, it depends on what you need on that level. Personally I like boosted damage and attack speed but that’s because my playstyle is basically just ooga booga spam attack button
Hmmmm I think Q-Singularis is good to do? I’m bad at remembering to do it because up until like. Yesterday, I was maybe a little tiny bit bitter that it replaced a previous Abyss that I really loved, but the rewards for it are pretty good even if the bleed effect leaves my Valkyries on life support sometimes. (There’s also Dirac Sea, they rotate between the two. That one’s good as well, I’m pretty sure they give the same rewards but I might be wrong. Like I said, I forget to do them skfjskjdsknd)
Armadas are also pretty nice, they’re basically guilds/groups you can join that give you rewards based on how much you contribute. I think you unlock them fairly early on? You have to play consistently to not get kicked though. I forget to log in for months on end sometimes so I’m. Pretty frequently kicked out aha ;;;;;
I thiiink that’s enough aha ;;; feel free to ask about anything else! This was fun to do haha. (My UID is 101609594 if you wanna friend me :3 I’m stuck as Emilia on there bc Mihoyo won’t let me change my name but it’s me I promise dkfjskjdksjd)
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The mystic power is from the bois not the weapons
Good evening y’all I’m putting together a bunch of random observations/evedence/my own ideas for this theory. I don’t have the energy to put in screenshots but if someone else would wanna rb w/ them I would love you forever
Ok so I’m trying to make a comprehensive list let’s start with the basics
Bois were meant to be weapons
Every other mutant has mystic powers
Raph usually his powers w/o his weapon in “late fee”
Raph also punches through a steel cage and seems to create an explosion. We know his strength has limits, so his tf is he able to do that w/o magic?
Leo is shown to move incredibly fast, significantly faster than others and visibly shocking others (see fight w/ him and splinter in the battle nexus) almost like he’s able to teleport
The magic responds to their emotions. (Portals not appearing bc Leo isn’t confident, raph unlocking a new power when his brother is in danger) that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s them, but it makes more sense for it to be them than the weapons. The magic in the weapons have no reason to attune to their emotions, i feel like it would be more likely to attune to their skill or movements or smthn
A big one no one has pointed out- in mystic mayhem draxum is surprised by Mikey’s use of magic. Plus he doesn’t look like he knew what Leo’s was gonna do. Why would he be suprised that his magical weapons are magic?? Unless they’re not
I’m guessing that the weapons are made to channel magic. Draxum is suprised bc he didn’t know the boys had magic to channel
Plus, uhhh why were there 4 weapons color codded to them specifically? Draxum thought they were dead and didn’t know about splinter’s color coding thing.
This is mostly speculation (and a bitttt of a reach) , but like what if they were made to channel magic, and when the boys walked in their magic like,,,, locked onto the weapons closest to their old ones and “claimed” them so to speak. So that’s why they were glowing each boy’s color. (And ok yeah they are also physically colored but shhhhh let me dream maybe they were made of like. Magic metal that turned the same color as their auras or smthn)
Ppl say that the fact that splinter can use Leo’s sword means that the power comes from the sword. But if Leo uses it a lot couldn’t it make sense that the power like,,,,, came from him but was left on the sword in a way? Like if some magic was left on it, in theory someone else could use it
Ok that’s also maybe a reach lol. Alternatively:
We only see splinter use the sword. He was mutated in the same experiment and has the same dna as the boys. Maybe we were all wrong about it being a mutant thing, and it’s actually a Hamato clan thing??
Bc like. We know there’s magic in the family (the scrolls). And it’s not like we saw April using the sword, or hell even one of the other boys! We have no clue if they can use eachother’s weapons. It’s been mentioned but never tried
Maybe splinter had magic all along, and when they were mutated it was passed to the boys? It’s possible he has like,,,, ig all 3/(maybe 4) powers, but it’s also possible that general magic runs in the fam and he had the same powers as Leo
Like. There’s a lot about splints we don’t know. And when he picked up the sword he opened a portal completely accurately, within inches of a teapot on a counter, using a completely different technique from Leo. Wouldn’t it make sense if he had practice??? Cus Leo can’t even be accurate to the right fucking country
Anyway. Yeah. Think about that.
I’m too tired to think of a segue. So.
If the powers belong to the boys ig would make sense that Donnie has a power. Probably a more idle/ non directly combative one (like warren’s regen and sunita’s squishy ness)
I propose spacial manipulation or time manipulation as like. Possibilities. Even if that stays purely fannon lol it explains how he fits so much in his bo + gets so much insane shit done so fast
Or it could be smthn related to the crystal. Bc his ability to read magic signatures doesn’t come up that much but I hope it does more. Also if reading magic signatures was a him thing it would make sense bc he was gonna make goggles for everyone else but never did
On a related note- Donnie having an idle sort of magic makes a lot of sense bc as the show goes on the bois are shown to be unlocking more powers, even if it’s shown more through the animation than the text.
Raph starts w/ just super powered punches, then is later able to make full body giant projections of himself, + almost like extra or prosthetic body parts??? (When he tickles shredder) + his powers sometimes seem to have an explosive/ electrical side effect (first time using them, silver fish in late fee, I’m pretty sure they’re are some others) which may be just artistic liberties but who knows?? 
Leo suddenly has a huge speed boost when he’s getting good w/ his powers. Sure, speed doesn’t = portals/ teleportation exactly but if he were say like,,,, teleporting a few times super short distances while running it would look like he was just running super fast. Also he has the ability to edit portals now??? (Shifts it during battle nexus fight) + the ability to have multiple open at a time when he could barely do 1 at first
(I’m very proud)
Also Mikey!! He’s shown to have both the fire and physics manipulation w/ his weapon from like day 1 (getting dragged around draxum’s lab, stopping the tank in mutant menace, throwing a fucking cargo ship) but his ability to just. Flip off the laws of physics grows exponentially
So if Donnie got some new powers it would still be balanced lol
Also I wouldn’t be suprised if the boys continue to find new ways to use their powers!! Both by just figuring out new shit they can do like raph w/ the projections, and by using their powers in creative ways like Leo and the helmets during the battle nexus fight
Also also, Mikey seems to have both a elemental and physical power, maybe the others do too?? Cus raph has his electricity details and shit Idk. This is like 97% me hoping and 3% evedence 😂
Ok so sorry this is a total mess. Like I said it’s part real evedence part my own bs ideas and theories,,,,
#my post#rottmnt#rottmnt theorizing#leo rottmnt#donnie rottmnt#raph rottmnt#mikey rottmnt#splinter rottmnt#rottmnt draxum#blue rambles
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Shattered Glass old mirror chapter 2!
Warnings: uhhh trauma basically and time distortion
Enjoy!
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You woke up, not immediately recognizing where you were. Slowly the memories came back to you as you got up.
Waking up in the mirror, being found by the Jims, convincing them to take you with them, the giant dog, Wilford, Dark, the mirror……
You sighed and looked at your hand. It still hurt from yesterday. You unwrapped the bandage a little and saw that the bleeding had stopped at least.
To unwrap it and pretend it's just a part of the collection or keep it and not potentially get an infection…….they wouldn't notice right?
You rewrapped the bandage as someone knocked on your door
"MirrorJim! Time for breakfast!"
Oh, the Jims! You smiled, going to answer the door
"Thanks Jim! Let's go!"
The three of you started walking down the hallway
"Hey MirrorJim, is your hand ok?"
Oh of course
"Oh that? Just some battle scars! I got into a fist fight with a mirror!"
"What did the Mirror do Jim?"
"It called me names and insulted my friends. It held no honor"
"Didya win?"
"Of course! No mirror can hold it's ground against me!!!"
The Jims looked at you in awe, CameraJim going to point his camera at you
"And here we have the infamous Mirror fighter! Tell us MirrorJim, what was it like?!"
You stood up straighter, a confident smirk on your face
"Quick and painful on both sides! But nothing i couldn't handle!"
You laughed at the Jim's faces as all three of you walked into the kitchen and sat down.
At the table the host, Bim, Google, and Dr.Iplier were already there. In the kitchen Chefiplier and yet another Googleplier were working on breakfast.
As you and the others waited, idle chatter came up.
"So how's your first night here, Y/N?"
"You know it actually went pretty well! I didn't even have a nightmare!"
"Heh, you sure? Your hand says otherwise."
"Oh, right. Speaking of which, Doc, think you can…?"
Dr.Iplier sighed as he playfully rolled his eyes, reaching out for your hand. You gave it to him and he looked over the damage.
"What happened"
CameraJim piped up
"They fought against a mirror and won!"
"A MIRROR? *sighs* well it's not the craziest thing I've seen before. Just try not to make things any worse and you'll be fine"
The Doctor rewrapped the bandage before letting you have your hand back
"Thanks doc!"
At that moment Dark walked into the room, more or less being dragged by Wilford as they sat down. You haven't spoken to dark since last night. This is bound to get awkward.
Luckily for you food started leaving the kitchen as soon as the rest of the Iplier egos showed up. Things were relatively calm as you soon forgot the tension between you and dark, joining in on the pleasant conversation.
And then everything started spiraling downhill from there.
You heard the sound of a car driving up to the manor as you finished your breakfast. Curious, you walked up to the window.
Only to curse yourself internally.
It was Mark. Like the Actor. Actor Mark! He's probably here for you!
You're Dumb, not stupid. You know this probably isn't your body, the scratches on your hands and that memory from last night is enough proof of that. But if the others are aware that you're not them, this could be your end.
It would be your end if Mark got to you as well. You're not about to let yourself get caught in one of those forever looping adventures of his.
Think Y/N where's the safest place to be if you're spotted by the mad man himself or not? That would probably be with his rival….
And you're in a weird situation with said rival.
You winced, not noticing Dark had walked over to see what you were staring at until he spoke up
"What the hell is HE doing here?"
You nearly lept out of your skin! You sighed, trying to calm down from the mini heartattack.
"I don't know. But you're going to find out anyway aren't you?"
Dark nodded before walking off.
Dang it you forgot their rivalry was the fighting kind. Guess you're sticking with someone else then.
"Wonder where he's going? Y/N! Want to follow him?"
Hello replacement Damien! You turned to Wilford
"Sure! We can be the sneakiest ninjas of all time! Jims! Wanna join us?"
"OOO! Good idea!! We gotta get our first sneaking mission all on video!!"
"Camera's already rolling MirrorJim!"
What can go wrong?
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Everything. Everything could go wrong.
First of all, this group is neither sneaky nor…..ugh dang it what's the word??? You're obvious, is what I'm trying to say! You're 1000% sure Dark has known since the second hallway that you were all following him.
It wasn't long before Dark found Mark roaming the halls. The confrontation started off rocky and with a lot of anger on Dark's side. Mark was nothing if not cool with a touch of nervousness.
A facade, you're sure. You watched the confrontation with growing anxiety. This could end in an all out brawl.
And then a glint off of something caught your eye
"Mark……"
Wilford had taken out his gun, your body freezing in place. Shit, you forgot. Mark and the Colonel didn't exactly get along well either!.......
WHY CAN'T YOU MOVE??
you can't-oh no…..panic attack...like back at the mirror. Seriously. An episode?? HERE???? Worst possible place for this!! You're 15ft away from a mad man and 3 feet away from the gun that shot you!
You were starting to panic, your anxiety and paranoia skyrocketing through the roof. And then you heard it
"Y/N? Y/N!"
"Don't you DARE-ACK!"
Mark shoved Dark away before heading over to you. Next thing you knew, you heard a gunshot and you were running down the hall.
This is too much…..too much all too soon. You couldn't hear anything but your own breathing as you ran through twists and turns of the manor. Where where you going? Who were you trying to go to? You don't know anymore! The only people who you knew was safe were back there with that guy!
You soon slowed to a stop, tired as all hell. You panted for breath as you stopped to look around.
Is it…..snowing? Wait, you've seen this before. The final episode of wkm! Before the Colonel found out Abe was hired to spy on him!
Did you do this?
""Did you do this?" Y/N asked themselves as the host drew near, the red Google Android at his side"
"Host? Google?"
"The host figured Y/N would like a quiet place to relax and have their questions answered. Follow me"
The host continued to mumble to himself as you caught up to the two of them. You decided to ask the obvious of what's happening here
"What is this?"
"It's an area spell I assume. It slows down time to an extent that even I'm not sure of"
"How come you're not effected? Did you do this?"
The host laughed
"Afraid not. If I could do this I would've used this ability a long time ago. And to answer your first question, I can only assume it's because you consider us friendly"
"Wait me? I'm really the one doing this??"
"If you weren't then I'd question who would be."
You nodded slowly. Made sense. You all stopped at the Host's office
"The Host is going to go defuse the situation and calm down the ruffians. The Googleplier will assist you with any questions you have."
You nodded and watched the host leave before looking up to the bot, who walked inside the office. You followed behind and found a couch. You sighed, putting your face in your hands as you sat down
You felt the bot sit down nearby and you took in a breath before sitting up
"Ok Google"
You heard a beep
"Quiz me on common knowledge"
"Ok"
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The gun had fired, Wilford standing on his two feet now. Mark had quickly dodged out of the way and went to try and hide when the Jims started screaming
"WHERE DID MIRRORJIM GO?!"
"MIRRORJIM DISAPPEARED!!!!"
Dark: "WHAT?!"
Dark immediately grabbed Mark by the neck, lifting him up in the air
Dark: "WHAT DID YOU DO YOU SLIMEY-"
Host: "Mark did not do anything."
The Host walked into the room
Wilford: "Host….I should've known"
The host nodded towards Wil
Host: "Y/N had ran away at the sound of the firing gun. They are currently at my office, being caught up with current events"
Mark wrangled himself free from Dark's grip
Mark: "that's great! I'll go keep them-"
Host: "The Host suggests you do not corner Y/N less you want to meet a very gruesome death"
The host warned. Mark gave the Host a very disbelieving and confused look as Dark and Wil raised an eyebrow
Mark: "Y/N? The harmless Y/N that couldn't harm a FLY? Are you SURE you're not losing it Host?"
The host chuckled to himself
Host: "you shall see in time. They are not the same Y/N you once knew a century ago."
The host started walking away.
Host: oh also the dog's are fighting.
That got the ego's attention as they immediately ran outside.
Host: "The host chuckled to himself, knowing full well Diva was no where near Chica"
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You sighed. Nothing much had changed in accordance to most things in your past life. But when you asked about certain artists, you found that several important ones or even special songs were just flat out gone as if they didn't exist.
If that wasn't bad enough you realized that that means you're the only one that knows these songs and it's up to you to not forget them. Yaayyyyyy more stress.
You ran your hands through your hair. You suppose you'll be fine. You could be fine. You WILL be fine. You could get used to this just like everything else you've dissociated from.
"Your body language suggests distress"
"Yeah, well. I'm under a lot of it…...can I tell you something if you promise not to tell Dark or Wil?"
The Google raised an eyebrow
"Noted?"
You sighed again, leaning into the couch
Pt1
#wkm y/n#wkm colonel#wkm celine#wkm damien#wkm#wkm darkiplier#wkm wilford#wkm au#wkm the seer#wkm the actor#wkm the colonel#wkm the district attorney#wkm the mayor#markiplier egos#markiplier#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#Y/N#KoS#googleplier#The Host
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okay, lemme see if I can talk my way through this, because my brain is dead in the water (it is my fault, I stayed up SO late, crocheting, and then woke up in a timely manner, and then had a late-afternoon meeting to manage, so my hands and eyes are sore and my head is moving at ten percent speed)
I am looking at a weekend where there is too much rain for a baby viewing, which also puts exercise in doubt. Social Event is probably off the table because we did it during the week. I have very much time to fill and too many bees in my brain to spend it in idleness. Television/movies is a no. Book reading is... mm, doubtful. Same goes for writing or art. Editing is going to be a Struggle unless I wake up feeling super refreshed tomorrow, somehow. I need to grocery and clean, but not that much, overall.
What remains?
Crochet - I will do it, yes, but I really still need to take it easy on my hands, and I just overdid it once. I do need to finish the baby blanket, but it’s probably 5-10 rounds from completion and uhhh no longer urgent, I guess. I do still need to complete 0.5 bubbalubs and 1.5-2.5 secret projects, but there is no deadline on either of those things.
Knitting - Oh, this is iffy. If I get back to the cabled sweater, I risk doing a dumb mistake and getting mad and ruining things. I might want to start a double-knitted project, but even that would take the right headspace. Working with the sock yarn is off the table.
Leatherworking - I do have that craft box with the faux leather products. But it’s really weird how hard it is to motivate myself to START these things, even though I know I’m paying for them
Paper flowers - Same goes for that :VVVVVV Also, this is going to be delicate work with no take backs, and I have NEVER done anything like it, but I still have very many aesthetic demands, and I think I may get frustrated and melt down
Music - Ooh. More appeal than expected?? Maybe I will even find the motivation to hunt down the rattling thing inside the electric piano.
Cross-stitch - Appeal, yes. Headache, also yes. Also, I will need to find a new home for my huge skirts before I can use my sofa again, and I still haven’t figured out where they can go
Embroidery - If I can’t cross-stitch, I doubt I can handle figuring this out. And again, my standards will outweigh my skill and I need the correct headspace
Papercrafts - Mmmmmmmmm. I am overwhelmed by the number of steps. It would be nice, but I can tell it won’t happen.
Bookbinding - Left this until the end, trying to see if anything else would pop up, but.............. HM. The only trouble is that I don’t have an awl (yet) (tomorrow), and I need to do some front-end work before I have anything in printable shape that I am interested in keeping. I have a good grasp of the basics, I think, and the questions I have left are going to be things that the internet can’t answer for me DIRECTLY, it’s going to come down to personal preference, which I shall learn by experimenting. Depending how much I do of this, I may need to go forth and buy more paper, but hey. And. Speaking of leatherworking. I am already thinking of making my own cardboard-and-fabric covers, but i’ve SEEN some of these leather covers that people do! They are on my radar! And I do hate seeing a craft that I’m not able to attain myself XD Yeah, I think this might be the winner. I think tonight I need to brute-force myself through some of that editing work I said I was too worn out for up above, so that I’m good tomorrow when my awl arrives
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Tagged by @leatherbookmark like a week ago, look I’m trying, thank you! :D
Top 3 Ships: The Untamed-edition bc I am currently 1 thought / head empty full of dimples, and it’s been about eighty billion years since I last interacted with other media in a remotely ship-centric way.
Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao -- Free space??? free space in the middle of the bingo card anyone? But really, where do I even begin here. The contrast between violence and ruthlessness, degradation, being trapped, being every bad thing you could possibly be capable of; and on the other hand, the one person who has never thought poorly of you, who is kind and good and gracious and smart and powerful and of the most lofty status - and who loves you unreservedly, as his equal. Finding someone astoundingly clever and capable and charming where you’d barely expected it, who makes you smile and laugh and has seen you at your most vulnerable and still deeply cares for you, the whole person with weaknesses and well-disguised rough edges, not just the sect leader and superlative title. Generic social ritual metamorphosed into a dialogue of mutual affection! The interposition of politics and status and calculated language with blistering UST!!! And of course - the final scene. One last test, of a despised, shattered man, scared that the one person he esteemed above every other has finally turned on him too - who is answered, no, despite it all I still love you - and so makes his last act in life to save that person, yet again. God. Kill me ;A;
Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji -- Like, really, why would we be here otherwise? But. Most particularly with these two, I am all about the “showing in myriad tiny (and less tiny) ways over the course of months/years that you, damaged and sad and always trying to hide it, are going to be loved and cared for with the utmost devotion because your utter lack of belief in your self-worth and deservingness of love is wrong” dynamic. Look. I am what I am. (Other Top Faves: WWX gradually becoming oh so loving and fond toward all the Peak LWJ Traits that he scoffed at and made fun of as a dumbass teenager. The way they learn to accommodate and adjust for each other’s preferred interaction styles. The scorching flirting and teasing. The fact that these are, ultimately, adults who put in work and effort to become who they are to each other, and the comforting wonderful ease of their interactions toward the end of the show didn’t ~just happen~ and isn’t immune to future road bumps and potholes, but they both care enough to work it out.)
Wei Wuxian?Wen Ning -- The ? is my new explicit “fuck the sexualromantic/platonic binary, it’s MY single-plank bridge and I WILL be a nuisance to your tagging system” ship-dynamic-indicating symbol. Because yeah -- I am, like, Very Happy with this ship regardless of whether they’re ever fucking or not in a given iteration of the fic/headcanon possibilities multiverse (although, uhhh, I am Biased toward a certain amount of erotic longing for a couple of Peak Weird Gremlin reasons). ANYWAY. It’s about the “doing whatever you can to save someone, even if it transforms them in ways that are kind of horrifying and that eventually you regret and hate yourself for actually; but meanwhile they do not hold anything against you for it whatsoever (and you feel even more guilty because of it)!” crunchiness! It’s about the “you were the first person outside my immediate family to make a point of dramatically respecting and caring about me and I will now have HEART EYES FOREVER” dynamic (which is apparently a recurring theme for me lmao). The fact that Wen Ning consistently goes out of his way to help Wei Wuxian even without/before being asked, because this is perhaps one of the only relationships he’s had where he gets the opportunity to be the one doing things for someone else instead of just being the object who’s taken care of - almost like a way of asserting his personhood, by setting them/himself into the social roles of reciprocal favors and patronage, that I don’t think he otherwise has access to. God, they are just. So Good.
(And, ofc, postscript for Important Personal Context bc being perceived is a terrifying minefield: in my own interpretation and story-making universe, all of these relationships are aro-inflected rather than romantic. All of them. Because in the drama at least, everything is delightfully unnamed via modern relationship terms and stands on the basis of the portrayed interaction alone, and that’s honestly a fair good bit of why I like those portrayals so much. I’m aro, I like to identify with media, and I do what I want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Last Song: “Mother” by IDLES
Last Movie: lol, a good question. I really really don’t watch that many movies. possibly Parasite? was it that long ago? *stares off into the distance*
...oh lmao what am I even talking about, it was Fatal Journey! I clearly am defining “movie” differently in my internal categorisation system than objective reality does. thanks a lot, brain.
Currently Reading: ......way too much fanfiction and not much else. as I believe I mentioned at one point to someone recently, actually acquiring the books I’d been intending to read at the beginning of this year would involve far too much interaction with the real world and general passage of time for my current delicately-balanced emotional fragility to handle. I’m... not really happy about this state of affairs :<
Food I’m Craving: my ability to crave food to return from the war, tbh :/
(aaaand obligatory disclaimer of “I’m bad at tags but pls steal and fill out if you want to! aha :’D)
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@proximio-5 Asked: What happened to team JNPR?
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*Bloodgulch guitar jingle plays as the camera pans trough the corridors of Atlas academy, stopping at the Ace Ops bored and idling around in they're communal room*
Harriet, arms crossed, leaning against a wall: Marrow?
Marrow, standing next to her: Yes Harriet?
Harriet: Why are we here?
Marrow, pensively: ...I don't know Harriet...why are we here? I guess its one of life's greatest mystery huh?
Harriet: No you dumbass! I mean't why are we here twidling our tumbs while the general as a meeting with these weird color coded soldiers??? We were under attack by grimm only a few hours ago and now they're all just GONE!
Vine, playing cards with Elm: I heard the general say something about some kind of space time anomaly, I tried asking but he said it was classified.
Elm, putting a card on the table: Hey speaking of things disappearing, what happened to those Beacon brats? Last I remember they kicked our lights out but now they're nowhere to be foun-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Nora, busting trough one of the walls with her hammer knocking every Ace Ops on the ground, absolutely enraged and sparkling with pink electricity: WHERE IS IRONWOOD!?
Pyrrha, entering the room through the hole Nora made, Ren and Jaune at her side, cringing at the damage Nora caused: WE'RE SORRYYYYY!
Jaune, gesturing at the Ace Ops, whom are dazed and scattered around the room: Pyrrha? I'd like to introduce to the Ace Ops. Ace Ops? This here is- actually you know what?
Jaune, pulling a middle finger at them: Go fuck yourselves you should be honored to even be graced with Pyrrha's presence.
Pyrrha: Jaune...aren't you being a little mean to them?
Jaune, putting a reasuring hand on Pyrrha's shoulder: Ok. Ok. Hear me out. I know the Ace Ops LOOK nice, but they're what we call class traitors. Also they're asslickers...except Marrow. Marrow's cool.
Jaune, happily waving at Marrow, all the while Nora violently rampages through the room: Hi dude whats up! This is my gf Pyrrha! She's uhhh, supposed to be dead but we don't really have time to unpack all that and I was wonderi-
Marrow, weakly raising his hand in a tumbs up from under a small pile of rubble as Jaune continues to ramble in the background: H...hello...miss Nikos....pleasure.....to meet you....big fan...
Pyrrha, giving Marrow a polite knod, as Nora slams Harriet through the ceiling with a pool table: O-oh! I didn't know I had fans in the military! The honor is all mine sir!
Ren: Ummmm shouldn't we reign Nora back before she actually kills someone?
Nora, slapping the shit out of Elm: WHERE.
*SLAP*
IS.
*SLAP*
IRON.
*SLAP*
WOOD!?
*YEETS ELM THROUGH A WALL*
Vine, visibly sweating in fear despite keeping a straight face: If you have business with the general...then you can find him in his office but-
Nora, walking up to Vine, stopping mere inches away from his face, narrowing her eyes: In his office huh? You better not be lying to me twig boy.
Nora, busting down the wall right next to Vine and walking through it, the rest of JNPR awkwardly following her one by one: COME ON TEAM! IRONTWAT'S LEGS AREN'T GONNA BREAK THEMSELVES!
Marrow, rising from the rubble snd dusting himself: You ummm, you ok Vine? You're looking kinda pale there buddy.
Vine: I am physically unscathed, but I am, however, screaming on the inside...
Clover, running in and stopping his momentum with the doorframe, panting heavily: GUYS PREPARE FOR COMBAT NORA VALKYRIE IS-
Clover, as Harriet comes crashing back down trough the ceiling, awkwardly taking in the state of the room:.....after the general....
Marrow, casually: Yeah its a little too late to tell us that boss.
Clover, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe while massaging his temples: *sigh* You know what? Fuck this.
Clover, putting on a fishing hat he pulled out of his pocket and unfolding Kingfisher: Ya'll can have the day off. I'm gonna go fishing.
Clover, his voice echoing through the hall as he walks away: Tell the general it was nice knowing him!
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Carolina, in Ironwood's office with Sarge, Lopez and Church at her sides: And thats pretty much all we know about the anomaly that fused our two worlds sir. We're just as in the dark as you are.
Ironwood, Winter and Penny behind him: This is indeed concerning...but at the very least it stopped Salem's invasion.
Sarge: Yes yes immortal demon witch queen blah blah blah. Can we go back to the real reason we came here?
Carolina, exasperated: Oh goddammit.
Church, as Ironwood and Winter look at them in confusion: Sarge for fuck sake we aren't-
Sarge, interupting Church and taking a step forward: Good sir. Aren't you tired of being blue? Don't you just want to unleash your inner RED!?
Ironwood, exchanging a confused glance with Winter: Ummm, I don't think I understan-
Sarge, slamming his fist on Ironwood's desk then pointing at his tie: OF COURSE YOU DO! Look at your tie! Its RED! But confined and drowned out by all this BLUE! Your subconscious is giving your inner struggles physical form THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES!
Carolina, in a scolding tone: Sarge. We've been over this.
Sarge: WHICH IS WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN THE RED ARMY AND UNLEASH THE RED WITHIN YOURSELF!
Church: He's already the leader of his own faction you dumb old fuck! HE'S NOT GOING TO JOIN YOUR SHITTY ARMY.
Penny, tilting her head in confusion: "Unleash your inner red"?Aren't meat people supposed to keep the red inside their body?
Lopez, in spanish: Please ignore him Penny, nothing he says or does ever makes any logical sense.
Ironwood, awkwardly clearing his throat to bring everyone's attention back to him: I ummm, appreciate the offer seargeant however um...the kingdom of Atlas would preffer to remain neutral in this......"conflict"...
*Building rumbles*
Ironwood, standing up and on alert: What was that!? Schnee the cameras!
Winter, pulling her scroll to look at the security feed, a confused look plastering her face once she sees Nora rampaging through Atlas academy on her screen: Huuuuuh.....sir? You might want to see thi-
Nora, through Winter's scroll: WHERE ARE YOU WOODY!? DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY BABY BOY!
Winter, raising an eyebrow in confusion, as Ironwood's eyes widen in realisation: Baby...boy?
Penny, chirping cheerfully as Ironwood wipes the sweat from his forehead: I did not know friend Nora had a child!
Nora, busting into the office, the rest of JNPR standing awkwardly behind her: KNOCK KNOCK.
Church, exasperated: Oh no its another color coded fighting girl with a transformy weapon.
Carolina: Holy shit what did you do to piss this girl off?
Ironwood, pulling his collar: I ummmmm-
Oscar, poking his head into the room, speaking in a casual manner: He shot me.
Church: Where the fuck did you come from???
Carolina, glaring at Ironwood: You shot a child!?
Oscar, crossing his arms and staring at Ironwood with a smirk on his face: Yup. Off a bridge too.
Sarge, flatly: I don't want this guy in my army anymore...
Ironwood: Now I know what I did was wrong but, I'm sure if we all calm down we can tal-
Nora, slamming Ironwood trough the floor with her hammer, causing him to fall several floors down: VIBE CHECK!
Carolina: Oooooo I like her.
Sarge: Hands off blue. I saw her first.
Carolina, looking down the hole Ironwood fell through: Do you think he's dead?
Ren: No, his aura must've saved him.
Church: Seriously!? Jesus this aura crap is bullshit!
*awkward silence*
Pyrrha, breaking the silence: Sooooo want to go do more comedy segments?
Carolina, turning to face Pyrrha: Sounds lovely. You....have a very nice voice by the way.
Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh thank you! Your voice is very pleasant as well!
Lopez, in spanish, as everyone else leaves the room: Come on Penny lets blow this joint.
Penny, following Lopez out of the room: With pleasure friend Lopez! But I must ask. What joints shall we be blowing?
Ironwood, after everyone leaves the room, his voice barely audible from down the hole he fell into: Hello? Winter? Anybody??? I'm still stuck down here! Hellooooooooooo????
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Veemo's notes: This one took me a long time cause I didn't know how I wanted to end it. Sorry for the wait! 🙏😔
#rwby#red vs blue#ryvswb!au#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#marrow amin#harriet bree#vine zeki#elm ederne#james ironwood#penny polendina#winter schnee#lopez the heavy#sarge#leonard l. church#agent carolina#Oscar Pine
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The Screen
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Your whole life is movies, down to the job that you have and where you live. When a mysterious stranger comes into the movie theatre that you own, will your life become a romance? Or something else?
Word Count: 4055
Warnings: Some fluff. Some angst. Pop culture references. Made up movies to suit the plot.
Clues:
1) I have as many letters as numbers in my URL
2) I have three Queens, but only one of them is real
3) I do love a crossover
The movie theatre was a juxtaposition for the senses. In the lobby; scents of popcorn, salt, butter, the overwhelming smell of hot cheese for the nachos and a sweeter smell of mustard and ketchup for hot dogs, and all of this overlaid by sugar from the candy and chocolate available for the kids. Sounds too were rife, children yelling excitedly about the movies they were about to see, parents yelling even louder for them to hush, couples and friends giggling and debating about possible plot lines…
Once inside the screen, however, calm would reign. The movie playing could be noisy, perhaps an action film which deployed explosions and gunshots as often as a comedy would deploy laugh out loud gags. Or perhaps it was a romance, or a thriller, or a horror designed to make you whimper and scream in your seat. It didn’t matter however. The people within the screen who watched the stories unfold would always be silent. Mesmerised by lives that weren’t theirs, dizzying highs and heart-breaking lows. Set underwater, in space, in far off nations that these people would never get the chance to visit.
The screen was a whole other dimension for the senses. A sea of calm amongst the craziness of today’s life. It didn’t matter what type of life you lead, who you were before you entered that screen and watched those stories unfold for the price of $20 including your snacks…
The screen was a safe space for all.
••••••••••••
The first time you saw him, he barely registered to you. The Screen, the name of your movie theatre, was packed. The newest Disney film was out and families had flocked from all over Brooklyn to pay to see it. Kids excitedly trying to cajole their parents into gifting them with just one more candy bar, or pleeeaaase can they have the animated animal themed soda glass? All of this made you smile, your heart light. This was what having a movie theatre was all about.
Making people happy.
Families were everywhere, which was why he stood out to you. Tall, dark shoulder length chestnut hair mostly hidden under a black baseball cap and, most tellingly, he was alone.
You took a second look, mainly out of idle curiosity, he wouldn’t be the first person to come to the movies by himself, but your eyes came up empty. With barely a pause for breath, you mentally shrug and continue to serve the popcorn.
He must’ve changed his mind.
••••••••••••
The second time, the man stayed and bought a ticket, but he went to Faith, your employees register. He didn’t go to see the film about the action hero that everyone was raving about, instead he went into the quieter screen with almost no people, showing the lesser known period movie about a WW2 sweeping romance. Again, you forgot him within minutes, the only thing that played on your mind was that for someone as tall as he was, he seemed to shrink into the background spectacularly well.
Two hours later and the five people, including the man in the black cap, came out. Black Cap was the only one alone, and he looked far more affected by the plot than the others.
“Did you enjoy the movie?”
You had no idea where the question came from, your usual practice was to smile benignly at the customers as they left and give them a generic thank you to top it off.
There was something in his eyes though… they were red rimmed… the man must’ve really been affected by the plot. Those swollen and- blue, such a pretty blue - shadowed eyes swung to yours…
Time stopped for a moment.
You had never felt such a jolt at just a look before. A string connected you, you felt like one of those romantic comedy heroines that you pretended to hate but secretly loved so much. The handsome stranger stared at you, right into your soul, and-
“I hated this movie. Completely inaccurate.”
The spell broke.
Your lips twist in disdain, “I’m so sorry you feel that way, sir. My understanding is that it is hard to accurately portray the horrors of war on screen in a way that really shows what it was like. And what’s wrong with a little love during such a terrible time?”
Black Cap rolled his eyes, scoffed, and walked out of your theatre without a backwards glance.
“Ummm… do you usually go out of your way to be an ass to potential repeat customers, boss?”
The tentative sound of Faith’s voice brought your attention to him, and you shake your head, “Is that any way to talk to your boss?”
Faith just shrugged, completely unbothered. To be honest, it was one of the reasons you liked the young woman so much. You grin at her and sigh, your shoulders slumping in sudden exhaustion when you see the time, “Oh god, I was a bit of an ass, wasn’t I? I just-”
“Yeah yeah, ‘movies are escapism, not real life,’ I get it, boss,” Faith mocked your saying and continued to clean out the popcorn machine, “The man was hot though, sure would’ve liked to see him again…”
Faith was right, of course. Black Cap had been a stone cold ten, you were just realising to yourself, but that wasn’t why you were hoping he might return, and not because of the potential repeat business either. Someone as sad as this man deserved to see movies that made him happy. To escape from whatever put those shadows under his eyes.
Your thoughts continue to drift to him, and you and Faith close up and head home.
••••••••••••
It was another two weeks before you saw him again, this time he had come in to see a film critics were destroying, but fans all over were absolutely adoring. This one was about a lone ex soldier taking down a government conspiracy. Filled with explosions, violence and one very gratuitous sex scene.
You, personally, had loved every ridiculous second.
Black Cap came up to your stand, keeping his eyes down, “Can I get a ticket for Saviour, please?”
“Sure, would you like any snacks with that? A drink? My opinion on the movie shoved down your throat, perhaps?”
Black Cap - you really needed to find a better nickname - finally looked up at you in shock, confusion creased the space in between his eyes for a moment, and then he smiled. It changed his whole face into something beyond handsome and dark and into… you didn’t have the words for it, but your heartbeat fluttered almost painfully against your rib cage as you saw it.
“Word on the street is that a movie like this shouldn’t be taken seriously,” Black Cap remarked casually, and pointed behind you at the popcorn, “Can I get some buttered, please?”
He was one of the last people to head to the screen, so you took your time getting his treat, “Something like this plot is so outrageous, all you should do is watch for the fun of it. Just leave your brain at the door and enjoy, you know?”
You turn, smile stretched across your face and hands filled with the gigantic bucket of popcorn, to see an unreadable look on the man’s face. He didn’t look angry, not like the last time, but he did look…
“What if it’s not outrageous? What if shit like this actually happened? How would you feel then?”
Black Cap took the popcorn, staring intently at you, as if the answer you would give was important to him. You felt it again, that string, pulling tighter. Your answer came unbidden, straight from the heart.
“They had to get this plot from somewhere, right? I would just like to think that, if something like this did happen in real life, that everyone involved got a sappy and happy ending like they do in this film,” A gasp escapes you and you cover your mouth, “Oops! Spoiler alert!”
Black Cap blinks, and that devastating smile returns to his face, “That’s okay. I like knowing that they got a happy ending.”
This time, when he came out, he stopped and talked about the movie with you. Faith kept giving you guys looks and smirks as you talked.
••••••••••••
Months went on, Black Cap, who you eventually learned was actually named James, would come to your screen maybe twice a month. He would always come in to the last show of the evening and he would always be alone, a fact that you tried to stop yourself feeling relieved about, but the feeling came unbidden, regardless.
What started out as a few words before and after each movie, turned into longer discussions post movie and James helping you to lock up. Soon, James was coming in just to speak to you, to keep you company, and you were able to let Faith leave earlier on those nights, much to the brunettes delight.
Eventually, James offered to walk you home, citing the need to keep an eye on you after dark, and you chuckled, feeling heat spread across your cheeks at his concern, “I actually live in the apartment upstairs, so there’s no need to worry about me walking the streets all on my lonesome, James.”
“Oh,” James had removed his cap, was spinning it idly in his hands and suddenly looking awkward, “right. That’s good. Uh… okay, well, it’s late. I better go.”
“Do you want to come up? I always need a while to unwind after work, I usually put on a movie, you could join, if you want?”
The air became charged again, but you felt more awkward than anything else, what exactly had you been thinking?! You barely knew the man! Of course he was going to say no-
“Really?” James interrupted your inner scolding, “What, uhhh… what movie were you thinking? I don’t wanna impose.”
“I’m feeling actiony tonight, maybe The Terminator?”
“Haven’t seen that, sounds good to me,”
You’re too busy spinning away and turning off lights in mortification at using the term “actiony” to notice how James went pale at the mention of “Terminator”.
You were surprised at how easy it was to have him in your little one bed apartment, and you were more than relieved that you had cleaned up earlier in the day.
“This is really nice.”
“Thanks, I love it.”
You start heading to the back and your bedroom, indicating the kitchen where James could make a drink, “This place was my Grandfathers, he built The Screen up from scratch back in the forties, it’s one of the only original movie theatres left from that time in Brooklyn.”
You’re busy pulling off your work uniform, and grabbing up your sweatpants and comfy t-shirt to fully hear James’s reply, but it sounded oddly like “I remember.”
“Huh? Remember what?”
The apartment being so small, it took you scant seconds to get back to James, finding him staring at your table of photographs, holding one up of you and your grandfather outside The Screen when you were maybe fifteen. Before his dementia had taken his memories of you, but not before he had passed his love of this place to you, or gifted the whole place to you in his will.
James’s smile was oddly wistful as he put the photo down, “I Uh… remember reading about this place. At school, I think. History class?”
“Oh.”
“This place reminds me of somewhere I used to go, way back when I was a kid, with my best friend. The guy who ran it, younger than you would think, he caught us sneaking in one time,” James chuckled fondly, but his eyes, those pretty, pretty eyes, they shone bright with tears, “made us learn how to change the reels and clean and tidy them. We worked a whole summer there, and he gave us free tickets after that.”
“Maybe he knew Pops,” You remark, softly, “Sounds like a story he told me ages ago about helping two kids out one summer.”
You’re fussing with the remotes, setting up the movie, and don’t see how James, once again, goes pale.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie, James!” You flop back onto the couch, patting the spare seat for him to sit, “It’s probably one of my favourite movies eveeeeer!”
James smirks and rolls his eyes at you, placing himself in the seat carefully after he removes his jacket, “Uhhh, excuse me, but not all of us grew up with movies on demand, ya know? Some of us were… busy.”
“Who the hell is too busy to watch classics every once in a while?”
The movie enraptured you, as ever you’re fascinated by the time travel, how Sarah Connor is swept up into a whole new life due to a choice she hadn’t even made yet. The way she starts out as an every-woman style character and eventually becomes such a badass called to you. And then, of course, there was Kyle Reese. The crush you had always harboured for him burned… especially when you realised that James looked just a little bit like him…
Tension fills the air again, your concentration on the movie starts to waver. You’re so close to James, and you just hadn’t appreciated before, how big he was. Your upper arms were almost touching, and the long sleeved top he wore did very little to hide the definition of the large bicep muscles he had.
“This movie is insane.”
You jump slightly, the scene where Kyle had confessed his love had just happened, igniting more than the usual amount of tension for you. James was so close, and he was clearly as tense as you… Those pretty blue eyes stayed on the screen and didn’t turn to you, however, so you answer, trying to break the tension you were feeling, “Well, yeah, it’s about a time travelling cyborg sent to kill a woman before she can give birth to the man who will stop a war between artificial intelligence and humans in the future. And,” You add as an afterthought, “the poor woman isn’t even pregnant… well, yet.”
You’re trying to joke, the antics on the screen showed that the moment of conception was very, very imminent.
“That’s not what I mean.” James’s jaw clenches, his eyes trained on the screen, “How can a woman like Sarah ever feel comfortable with Reese? His world… she’s always in so much danger, and it’s because of him.”
“You can’t help who you fall in love with, James.”
You tilt your head along the back of the couch and, after a moment, James turns to look at you too, blue eyes burning with something you can’t name.
“If Reese had just left her alone, the Terminator wouldn’t have needed to try and kill her. He should’ve stayed away.”
“She went into everything with her eyes wide open, James. And she loved him, she wanted to help him, too.”
That connection came again, the string pulling at your heart, and this time you could see that James felt it too. His teeth caught his bottom lip, the plump pink flesh turned white under the pressure… you couldn’t take your eyes off him if you tried…
“I have secrets, Y/N… I shouldn’t be here. I should go.”
He didn’t leave, though, or make any movement to indicate that he would.
“We all have secrets, James,” your left hand inched forward, towards his right hand in the gloves he still wore and he never took off, “but you don’t have to carry them alone.”
“I’m not a good guy. I’ll only hurt you.”
This was it, you could tell that he was serious, and he was trying to give you an out. But you thought of everything you knew about him. How he tried to melt into the shadows at The Screen, but how he smiled gently at the children that had dropped their candy on the floor at his feet that one time, and how he had paid for them to get more.
You thought about how he had raved about the Pixar film he had watched, all the emotions he had felt while watching it, and how he blushed when he said he “wished Stevie had been there with him.”
And you thought about his gloves, and his hats. That he had been some kind of soldier who was dealing with a lot and used your Screen as a way to escape the violence of his past was clear to you. He hid because he was scarred, probably physically as well as figuratively. None of this was your business, though. He would tell you when, and if, he was ready. Until then…
You take his hand. James stiffens at the contact… but doesn’t pull away.
“James… you could never hurt me the way that the ending of this film does.”
This time, your joke lands, and his nose scrunches up at you in a chuckle. It was a bad joke, but that was the point, to make his serious look go away. The string pulled tight again as you both laugh, and the distance between you both closes.
The press of your lips to his is everything you had hoped, and your eyelids flutter closed at the deep groan that rumbles up from James’s chest. As far as first kisses go… you knew none would ever top this one.
••••••••••••
Days later, and you’re in the middle of the late afternoon rush, but never has the sound of people demanding their escapism sounded so sweet as it did in that moment.
James is hanging around, shooting sweet glances at you, waiting for the moment where you would take your break and go outside with him. Most days since your kiss, he would come and meet you, kissing you sweetly and bringing you a flower, or a box of chocolates, old school gestures of courtship that made your heart flutter and your lips never stop pulling up into a smile.
You already knew you loved him. That he wanted to take his time with you and what you both had, only made you love him more. What that man had been through, what you assumed he had been through… who were you to ever push someone like that for more? You would wait as long as he needed to share his body, his soul and his secrets.
Your watch tells you that you have five more minutes, and you gesture to Faith who fondly rolls her eyes whilst taking the ticket and snack order of the man and his girlfriend in front of her. You don’t notice how the man keeps on looking over at James, or how he is suddenly very interested in bringing up CNN on his cell phone.
You only notice that he drags his girlfriend away and out of the door, not paying for the tickets that Faith holds in her hand, her brown eyes wide in frustration, “Rude goddamn jackass! What a waste of popcorn and soda!”
“Oh,” A frown creases the space in between your eyes and you shrug, “just take it for yourself, Faith. He probably had some bad news.”
James came to the counter, looking over his shoulder at the door the couple had vacated, “What the hell was his problem?”
“Asshole muttered something about an escaped convict and fuckin’ ran outta here like a bat out of hell,” another low growl, then, “this isn’t a goddamn movie. Escaped convicts aren’t a real thing!”
The way the man had behaved didn’t bother you anymore, all you could think about was spending time with the amazing man on your left, and you grab his hand, starting to walk to the staff exit, “People are weird, you know that, hon. Okay, I’ll be back in twenty, you okay here?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Wait.”
You look up at James, who was now rubbing his eyes frantically, “Ummmm… rain check, doll? I… I don’t feel so good all of a sudden, probably ate something bad at work.”
Concern fills you, it was possible, James works at a small takeout restaurant in the kitchen, he often eats there to save money and, well, it wasn’t the cleanest of places. You often wondered why he would want to work somewhere with such a shady reputation.
Maybe it was just because it was quiet and he didn’t have to talk to people.
“Sure!” You say quickly, “If you don’t feel well!”
James can’t meet your eyes… he really did look pale…
“I, uh…” he seems to wrestle with himself, his eyes going from the exit to his shoes and to a point over your right shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Y/N… I w-wish I could’ve been different… ummm, I mean, I wish I wasn’t sick.”
“You can’t help getting a bug,” you narrow your eyes, “James, what’s wrong? Are you-?”
“I have to go.”
He pulls you into his arms, suddenly, the kiss he lays on you is sudden, deep, filled with emotions you’re too shocked to unravel, so you just kiss him back, holding onto his biceps with a desperate grip.
You knew he had a prosthetic arm, he told you a while back… a spark of something went off in your brain, a knowledge…
“I’m so sorry, darlin’… I love you.”
His lips left yours, his arms unwound themselves from around your shoulders and waist, and your fingers slip from the warm strength of his body. Without a backwards glance, James left you in the foyer of The Screen.
“He’s sick. He’ll be back.”
Faith doesn’t respond. But there was no need. Barely fifteen minutes later and your Screen is filled with SWAT and agents from branches of the government you had never heard of.
James was James Buchanan Barnes, aka; The Winter Soldier. He was responsible for god only knows how many murders and assassinations.
And you had fallen in love with him.
••••••••••••
So many questions. So many accusations. James Buchanan Barnes has been in your Screen, in your home, so many times over the last few months, and you had no idea about who he was?
It didn’t matter to them that you had only seen the good sides of him, that the Winter Soldier side wasn’t his true face. They dragged you into some dark room and held you for questioning for what felt like days.
You couldn’t give him up. You didn’t know anything and, in your heart of hearts, you knew that even if you did, you wouldn’t tell them anything.
There wasn’t any point, anyway. James was gone forever…
You get home, they release you and make you sign forms threatening prison or worse if you say anything about who was frequenting your establishment. Exhaustion pulls at every single muscle, screaming at you to fall into the blissful oblivion of sleep.
Your head hits the pillow… and you hear the crackle of paper. Frantically, you pull the hidden letter out from the pillowcase and hold it up to read;
Y/N,
I’m never going to be able to apologise enough. I just wanted to go somewhere that I remembered, that held only good memories for me. I knew your Pops, way back when.
I wish I could say that I hate myself for sticking around, for talking to you and learning about this amazing woman who kept Pop’s dream alive and knows more about movies than she does about math.
But I don’t.
I’m a selfish prick, but I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing about meeting you and getting to hold something so good in my arms for the first time in a very long time.
I want you to know, your Screen, your love, it gave me hope for the first time since before the war. I’m keeping it with me wherever I go.
I do love you, Y/N. It’s just funny how I now hate that I turned out to be Kyle and not the Terminator.
I won’t be back. I won’t do that to you.
Thank you for everything, Y/N.
Yours, always,
Bucky.
Tears fall, ink runs, and your heart breaks.
Turns out your life could be like a movie after all, it just wasn’t the type you
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Will from Pokémon? For the ask game :)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY MANS HELL YEAH!Favorite thing about them: I love his design so much~, he looks like a true magician! His mask almost gives me Phantom Thief vibes, he just looks so elegant; even I’d say in his OG design back in GSC. Having a magician or an illusionist as a psychic type trainer, it’s so rare and underutilized as a design motif too. He just looks and seems so mysterious!Least favorite thing about them: Well… about his mysteriousness: I wanna know more about him! He’s like one of the E4 trainers we seen the least of, and it’s a crying shame tbh. There’s so much cool potential for him, possibly being in the anime during the Johto League. That’s why I’m so grateful for Pokemon Masters.Also, gotta be honest, he’s one of the weakest E4 members. Like in terms of just battle wise, I’ve fought Ace Trainers tougher than him. Not to say that’s bad, but c’mon. If you’re gonna be an E4 member, step it up! Or have a reason for it besides being the first! Favorite Line: Oh snap uhhh idk he doesn’t have a lot of thems. I love all his quotes I guess? His story in Masters was cute.
brOTP: Him and the rest of the Johto E4 tbh. I see them all as their own squad who train and work together.
OTP: Honestly I know he and Karen were a thing in the Manga, and while I don’t really follow the manga’s canon, I think they look pretty cute together ngl. Other then her really, I can’t think of anyone else since we don’t see much of him beyond that one battle in GSC/HGSS.
nOTP: Uhhh idk man, I def don’t ship him or any of the protag trainers at least, if that counts?
Random Headcanon: I feel like he’s the rookie of the group, and due to that (and his shorter height which he’s a bit sensitive about), a lot of people kind of underestimate him at first glance. Heck, I could even see him being the youngest, or one of the youngest of the members. But in reality, being an E4 member, he’s more than capable of putting up a real strong battle, even being able to defeat Bruno in some matches (due to type match ups).He seems like the real determined type, as since he’s the most recent member (and canonically weakest), he goes all out in training and aiming to be the best. Which is how he ended up in Pasio in Masters, he wants to improve himself to become the best E4 member he can be. He’s just… a trainer who achieved his dreams and became one of the best, and wants to improve himself every day along with his colleagues.Although I feel like at the start, he kinda envied them all and felt like he couldn’t be as good as them, started to feel some self doubt. But as he worked more with them, and trained more, he started to bond with them and become stronger in his own way, and found himself feeling like a true member eventually. (I have a lot of HCs about this man, if Gamefreak doesn’t want to write about him, I sure as heck will write about him in their place!)
Unpopular Opinion: I like his OG design just as much as his current design, I think objectively his current design is better but he still looks pretty badass in his GSC design too.
Song i associate with them: Yknow I never thought about what kinda song I associate him with, but feel free to share if any of yall have a song in mind for him.
Favorite picture of them: His idle sprite in Masters, when he’s standing next to Xatu and you can see the height difference between them. Xatu is 4ft 11, and they both reach about the same height as shown in the game (Will might be slightly taller). Which means basically, Will is smol, and for some reason that kinda cracks me up (and it’s also really adorable to me ngl).
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Mistletoe
Merry Pitchmas, @pitchedperfectly!!! Itsa me... your secret santa! :)
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It was common knowledge in the Bella house that as soon as the puppy calendar on the wall flipped to November, it was wise not to linger in doorways. It was best in general to always be on the move and never stand in one spot.
For Beca, this was a priority because she personally had been burned on more than one occasion, usually by Stacie (on purpose, that bitch), a few times by Amy, and on one surprisingly not horrible occasion, Lilly.
So when Beca approached the Bella house after her classes one day halfway through November and realized she forgot her keys, she felt her heart rate skyrocket. In a panic, she looked up, and when she saw it, her once quickly beating heart came to a literal standstill in her chest.
Death could take her now, thank you very much.
Okay, she told herself, trying to breathe. She had three options here. The first and likely most horrible option would be for her to ring the doorbell and have someone answer it. The consequences of that would be average at best. At this time of day it’d be either Amy on the other side (less than ideal) or Chloe (better, but she wasn’t in the mood for the prolonged showdown that her afternoon would become if that were the case).
Second, she could try to climb up the tree in the backyard and maybe if she was lucky, be able to make it to the second floor roof without breaking any of her limbs. Then she could climb in through Stacie’s always left unlocked window.
Or there was always option three --
“Hey! Beca!”
-- that.
She turned around in relief as Emily came striding up the sidewalk and saw her standing there. Emily was a safe option, much better than Amy anyway.
“Emily, hey.”
“What are you doing standing out here?”
“Forgot my keys.”
Emily frowned. “Dang that sucks. I got you though.”
“Thanks.” Beca hovered while Emily fumbled in her bag for her keys.
“Have you been waiting out here long?”
“No, just a few minutes.”
Emily finally pulled her keys out of her bag with a triumphant flourish. “There! Oh that’s good then. Okay let’s see.” She jimmied her key in the lock and the door swung open. “Ta-daa.”
Beca smiled gratefully. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Emily’s smile was so warm, Beca was starting to feel better already.
“So uh.” Beca cleared her throat. “Guess we gotta do it then.”
Emily blinked at her in confusion. “Do what?”
“You know.” Beca rolled her eyes and gestured to the top of the door.
Emily looked up curiously. “What?”
“You know!” Beca fidgeted with her scarf. At Emily's continued confusion, she sighed and pointed at the patch of green and red above the door. “Mistletoe.”
Emily froze, her wide eyes landing on Beca. “Uhhhhhhh. Wait, that’s like, a real thing?”
Beca snorted. “Right, I forgot this was your first Christmas here. Well, guess I better warn you about how it is then.”
“How what is?”
Beca chuckled. “Chloe. She’s like, crazy about Christmas. That’s why the house is all… you know, Christmasey. And she thinks mistletoe is like, the most romantic thing on the planet. She hangs like ten of the things around the house and she fucking moves them all the time so you’re always caught by surprise.”
“Oh…” Emily peered back up at the mistletoe.
“Didn’t you see Jessica and Ashley making out the other night?”
Emily turned bright red and laughed awkwardly. “I just thought that’s how they are…”
“Well they are.” Beca rolled her eyes. “But also they were under the mistletoe and if Chloe catches you not kissing she stands there and watches like some perv and if your kiss isn’t satisfactory, she makes you do it like ten times until she’s satisfied. So it’s best to just, you know, do it on your own terms or whatever. She’s crazy.”
“Right.” Emily met Beca’s eyes for a second, then looked back up at the mistletoe. “So we, um, have to, like, kiss?”
“No, we don’t have to. We just have to make sure Chloe doesn’t catch us.”
Emily laughed at that. “Okay.”
Beca peeked her head into the entrance hall. No sign of Chloe. “Coast is clear.” She stepped back and gestured for Emily to go ahead. “After you.”
“Thanks.”
“Well thanks for letting me in.”
“No problem.” Emily gave her a soft smile and gestured behind her. “I’m just gonna…”
Beca nodded. “Yeah I’ve gotta… in my room… and yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
They blinked at each other. Emily laughed. “Okay, see you later.”
Then she bustled off into the kitchen, leaving Beca to look back at the mistletoe one more time before shutting the door behind them.
//
The second time it happened, Beca was just trying get to the kitchen.
The Bellas were having their pre-break Bella Thanksgiving. Everyone was rushing about, cooking dishes and making decorations and place settings and who knew what else. It was Beca’s job to set the table.
She’d just put the last of the plates down and went to go back for the glasses and drinks. That was the plan, anyway. It just wasn’t working out.
“Sorry,” she said as she bumped into Emily, who was trying to come out of the kitchen while Beca was going back in.
“Whoops,” Emily giggled as she tried to move around Beca and they both went in the same direction. She stutter-stepped to avoid running into Beca again.
“I’ll just.” Beca tried to move the opposite direction, but Emily had the same idea. For a second, it was like they were dancing, trying to move past the other and getting stuck when the other went the same way.
Finally Beca huffed and stopped. “Kay, wait.” She grabbed Emily by the shoulders and nudged her to the left. “You go that way and I’ll go this way.”
“Yeah,” Emily chucked. “Good plan.”
She moved to go into the kitchen, but Emily grabbed her arm.
“Wait.”
Beca hesitated and Emily pointed above the doorway. Looking up, Beca rolled her eyes. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Emily scrunched her nose with a smile. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to Beca’s cheek.
Beca felt heat rush to the spot. “Oh. Uh. I, mean. Chloe isn't…” She trailed off, unsure why her brain was tripping over itself. What had she been about to say?
“Best to just do it on your own terms right?” Emily smiled shyly and Beca found herself automatically nodding.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s right.”
Emily smiled one more time and moved past Beca. Beca stared after her until Fat Amy pushed through her with an abrasive, “move, PITCH, get out the way!”
“Right,” Beca murmured, letting Amy through. She drifted into the kitchen, desperately trying to remember what she’d been going in there for in the first place.
//
The third time, it happened so quickly that Beca wasn’t one hundred percent positive she didn’t imagine it into existence.
By the time finals were rolling around, everyone had gotten so used to the mistletoe that quick kisses in Bella doorways were second nature. Beca personally still tried to avoid it, but she’d seen Chloe and Cynthia Rose, Stacie and Flo, and even Amy and Lilly peck each other on the lips quickly when getting stuck under the red berries before moving on.
For most of the Bellas, it was just habit at that point.
So maybe it shouldn’t have surprised Beca when she stepped out of the bathroom on the last day of class before finals started and Emily leaned down to kiss her immediately.
Beca had been in the shower, and her body was already warm, but suddenly there were lips touching hers and she felt like she’d just taken a lava bath.
“Uhhh,” she said, simply because she’d been taken by surprise. She blinked her eyes open (they’d closed on instinct) and just watched as Emily smiled at her and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Looking up, Beca saw the familiar green and red and suddenly understood.
So why did she feel so unsatisfied?
//
The fourth time it happened, it didn’t really happen.
In fact, even if it had happened, it wouldn’t have happened to her.
She’d been sitting on the couch, studying for her last exam, when she witnessed it:
Stacie and Emily getting caught under the mistletoe.
She had been distracted from her studying by a small noise off the entranceway, which she could see from her spot on the couch. Stacie had been going out the front door just as Emily had tried to come in.
“Pucker up, Legacy,” Stacie said with enough enthusiasm to light Times Square.
Emily chuckled. “Chloe’s not here, we don’t have to.”
“Killjoy,” Stacie said, leaning down to kiss Emily on the cheek.
Emily just shook her head, wished Stacie good luck on her final, and shut the door behind her.
She disappeared into the kitchen and Beca was left feeling puzzled as to what she’d just witnessed.
Chloe hadn’t been around for their cheek kiss, or their brief liplock, and Emily had kissed her. So what gives? Of all the Bellas to kiss, Stacie would probably be anyone’s first choice. Well not Beca’s, but everyone else’s probably.
Or... was she?
The sudden thought filled Beca with an unmistakable happiness, and that’s when she realized why she had felt so unsatisfied after Emily had kissed her before.
Beca was into it and she had wanted more.
She tried to go back to her studying after that revelation, but it was no use. She kept imagining all the ways she could get Emily under the mistletoe.
Considering all the effort she’d put into avoiding Chloe’s games the past two months, the fact that there were only two days left until they left for break and the mistletoe came down for the year seemed like a sick joke.
//
“Have a good break, Emily!”
“Thanks guys!”
Beca peered out of the loft window to see Emily’s mom’s car idling near the curb. Finals were over, break was here, and everyone was leaving.
She could hear all the goodbyes happening, and a panic had filled her chest. She didn’t know what she wanted to do.
“Em, let me know if you get a good New Year’s kiss. I wanna hear all about it!” Stacie gushed, but Emily’s response was lost in the sound of someone else closing a door down the hall.
“Merry Christmas, guys!”
This was it -- Emily was leaving. Beca wouldn’t see her for a month and by then, she wouldn’t have her mistletoe excuse. It was now or never.
She rushed down the loft stairs, across the hallway and past everyone’s bedrooms, and down the main stairs. She skidded into the entranceway just as the door was closing on Emily’s suitcase wheels.
“WAIT!” She threw open the door.
Emily had only taken one step away. “Oh. There you are, Bec. I was wondering if I would get to say goodbye to you.”
“Yeah,” Beca huffed, slightly out of breath from her rush down the stairs. “Um. Bye dude.”
Then she stepped forward, leaned on her tippytoes, and pressed her lips firmly against Emily’s.
Emily let out a squeak of surprise, but her hands immediately gripped at Beca’s cheeks. There was a thump as she released the handle of her suitcase and the whole thing toppled off the front steps.
They only kissed for a moment, but to Beca, it might have been a lifetime.
Emily shivered and pulled back, her cheeks red. “Uh. I…” She cleared her throat. “There’s no, umm. No mistletoe.”
“What?” Beca’s head was spinning.
Emily pointed above the front door. “There’s not any mistletoe. Chloe took them down.”
“Oh.” Beca stared at Emily, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. “I. Yeah, I just… you know. Didn’t want you to go without that because um, well the last one, outside the bathroom I mean, I felt kind of ripped off.”
“Ripped off?”
“Yeah,” Beca said, more resolute now. “Yeah, that’s right. Exactly. Ripped off.”
Emily stared at her for a moment, like she was considering their last kiss. Then her face split into a grin. She looked away, embarrassed. “Oh. Well then.”
“Yeah.”
Emily side-eyed her, blushing. Biting her lip, she leaned down extra slowly, her nose rubbing against Beca’s, and pressed their lips together. Beca had never had such a soft kiss and it made her heart fall into her stomach. Then Emily pulled back.
“There,” she said against Beca’s lips. “Hope that one was better.”
“Uh,” Beca murmured. “Yeah. It was… it was fine.”
Emily hummed, finally standing up straight. “Merry Christmas, then.”
“Yeah. Merry Christmas.” Beca watched in a daze as Emily made her way down the steps and grabbed her fallen suitcase.
Emily walked down the front sidewalk a few steps, then looked over her shoulder. “If you’re still not satisfied, you’ll just have to wait until after break for another.”
Beca grinned. “I’m not. I’m definitely still not satisfied.”
Emily shook her head and offered Beca a cute wave over her shoulder. Beca just watched as she walked the last of the way to her mom’s car, put her suitcase in, and got into the passenger seat. The car drove off with a cheerful honk.
Beca stepped back into the Bella house in some kind of dream state. Ignoring the catcalls and teasing from the Bellas, she drifted back to her room and flopped back on her bed.
This was probably gonna be the longest break ever.
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Massage
Words of Lust 13/27 [ Scully's feeling a little tense and Mulder just wants to help.]
Massage: (noun) the act or art of treating the body by rubbing, kneading, patting, or the like, to stimulate circulation, increase suppleness, relieve tension, etc.
Ten. Ten autopsies in one day. He wasn’t sure what the record was, but he knew Scully was damn near it. He had overheard scattered corners in the hall talking about “the talented FBI gal,” and he heard enough to know Scully hadn’t had a break, or any help, all day. Ten bodies were found, preserved with an unidentifiable substance, and he knew Scully never liked working with other people on cases where she would just have to listen to them marvel at the mystery of the unexplainable. It distracted her. By the time he had come back from scavenging the forest with the local police department, it was six in the evening, and she was practically dead on her feet. When he found her in the morgue, she was sitting on a rolling stool with her arms crossed on a desk in front of her, her head resting on top of them like a pillow.
“Hey Scully, ready to go?” he asked as he walked up to her hunched form. He was puzzled by her lack of response until he got close enough to her to notice she was fast asleep. He squatted down so he was face to face with her and he couldn’t repress a smile from the sight. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were slightly parted. A tendril of hair hung loosely in front of her face and each breath sent the strand fluttering away from her face. To top it all off, the tiniest line of drool was leaking from her open mouth and pooling on her arm. It was painfully adorable.
He tentatively raised his hand and ran the back of his index finger along her delicate cheekbone, relishing the feel of her smooth skin. Scully let out a soft “mmm” and shifted a little, but didn’t wake up. Being a little bolder, he placed the palm of his hand against the side of her head and started running the pad of his thumb across her cheek, gently murmuring her name.
His heart leapt in his chest when her lips twitched into a contented smile and she nuzzled into her arms to get more comfortable. If he hadn’t been so close, he would have thought he imagined it, but he saw her lips move softly and heard “Mulder” in a sleep ridden whisper. His attempts to wake her seemed to be just putting her to sleep furthur, so, with his free hand, he gently grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it lightly while saying her name a bit louder.
With the small smile still on her face, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him with a glossy stare, trying to focus her eyes. “Good morning sleepy head,” he teased. The sound of his voice helped her get her bearings, and her sated smile quickly morphed into shy embarrassment. She sat up and swiftly ran the back of her hand against her mouth, erasing the light drool that had been there. He had removed his hands when she started to sit up and was now just playing with his hands idly in between his bent knees, the sensation of her skin still burning his fingertips.
Her eyes scanned lazily around the room as she remembered where she was. She turned to him and cleared her voice before asking, “Did you find anything in the forest?”
He found himself getting distracted by the sight of her trying to wipe the sleep out of her eyes and took a moment before answering, “Afraid not, I was actually dropping by to pick you up and go back to the motel. We’ve both had a long day.”
“Tell me about it,” she mumbled as she got her jacket and followed him out. The drive home was filled with idle chatter as she slouched in the passenger seat with closed eyes. He made a quick stop to get Chinese take-out, knowing her order from years of experience, and they were back at the motel soon thereafter.
In normal routine, they were going to spend the evening typing up field reports in his room while eating and watching tv. “I’m going to change into my pyjamas, I’ll be over in a second,” she told him as she got out of the car and unlocked the door to her room.
He set the chinese on the queen bed, turned the TV on to the Sci Fi channel, and changed into his own pyjamas, which consisted of long, loose running shorts and a plain white t-shirt. As soon as he was pulling the shirt over his head, he heard the adjoining door open and a small gasp from Scully. He pulled the shirt all the way down and was met with a wide eyed Scully looking at everything except him. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked first.”
“Trying to take advantage of me and compromise my modesty, how devious of you, Scully,” he teased, making her roll her eyes as she walked towards the bed. She had truly only seen his chest and abdomen, maybe a bit of his hip bones, but it thrilled him to know he could fluster her just from that bit of exposed skin.
Okay, so the normal routine was actually Scully being the only one working on field reports while he sat against the headboard, laptop in front of him, watching her work. Tonight was no different. They had both finished their food sometime ago, and now he was flush against the grain of the headboard as she was parallel to him, laying on her stomach, typing on her keyboard, a rerun of Star Trek faintly playing in the background.
His eyes raked over her form appreciatively. Scully wasn’t the type to be verbal with her feelings, so he had to perfect the art of picking up on her subtle cues. Her pyjamas were a prime example of this. For the first year or two of their partnership, barring that first case, in terms of pyjamas she would only let him see her in exclusively; a long sleeved top, long bottoms, slippers, and a tightly closed robe on top of it. Her vulnerability was hidden from him and she was reluctant to show him anything other than Agent Scully.
Flashforward to now, she was laying in front of him wearing just a small t-shirt, which was riding up ever so slightly to reveal a pale sliver of skin, teasing a glimpse of her tattoo, and a pair of cotton short-shorts, which were just barely long enough to not be considered underwear. Her shapely legs were bare and she was idly running one foot against the other, just a comforting thing she would do when she was relaxing. Her posture was the pinnacle of ease and openness. Her outfit and demeanor were just a touching display of her pure trust in him.
He quickly snapped out of his reviere when she started to slid off the bed. “How many field reports did you catch up on?” she asked while tucking her laptop into her bag.
Mulder took a tentative glance down at his laptop’s blank screen and in a hesitant voice replied, “Uhhh.. I got a good start on the first one.”
“Oh really? And without even touching the keyboard once, you’ll have to let me know how you do that,” she teased.
Busted. He let out a self-deprecating laugh and ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Well, I pulled up a document, so I did start a little bit, in my defense. This is a really good episode.” She cocked her eyebrow at him and he knew she didn’t buy it, but wasn’t going to press him. She lifted her bag to lay it on the motel table and a grimace passed over her face. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern.
“Yeah, but almost a full day hunched over and working with dead bodies really took a toll on my own.” She cracked her knuckles before she started stretching her arms, each time she did it there was a series of “pops” and “cracks” emanating from her sore joints. She did the same with her legs and it had the same effect. However, she tried to stand up straight, nothing happened, she leaned back and one sole pop occurred, but nothing else. The frown on her face told him that it was not the outcome she was hoping for.
“Do you need help?” he asked, already getting off the bed to move towards her.
“Help how?”
“I can crack your back,” he stated. Her doubtful expression was in full force and instead of explaining himself, he decided to just show her. “Turn around and cross your arms over your chest,” he commanded.
She did what he said and asked over her shoulder, “Like this?”
“Exactly.” He hadn’t done this in a while, let alone on someone so tiny. He stood behind her and bend down a little bit, so that his chest was on her back, before crossing his arms atop of hers, pressing them into her chest. He felt her about to ask what he was doing when he stood up fully, taking her with him. She squealed a little bit and wiggled her feet, which were now about a full foot off the ground.
He tried to ignore the way her hair was tickling his face and how her body felt squirming flush against his own, so he started arching his back and leaning backwards. As he did this, her body reclined with him, and that, and the weight added from gravity, created a series of what felt like twenty cracks along her spine. During the series of pops, she involuntarily let out a moan from the relief and let her head fall back, laying gently on Mulder’s shoulder.
The sound of that moan did more for Mulder than he’d care to admit, and he didn’t want Scully to feel that reaction pressing against her butt, which was pressing sinfully against the front of his pants right now. When he was sure he got all the pops out, he gently put her back down on her feet and quickly stabilized her when she stumbled a bit.
She turned around with a goofy smile and just said, “Wow. I’m impressed.”
“Do you feel better?” he asked, enjoying seeing her so serene.
“Aside from aching muscles, I’m feeling great,” she declared, stretching a little bit and reveling in the new found relief in her back.
“I could help with that,” he offered. He had a girlfriend a few decades ago who was interested in massage therapy and taught him a few things. They only lasted about a week together before he was too weird for her and she broke it off, but he was still pretty good at giving a massage.
The skepticism his last offer was met with wasn’t present in her new response, instead she just looked a little pensive before replying, “I’d appreciate that. Where do you want me?”
His mind immediately went dirty, but he knew he needed to reign that in. He wanted to help, but he knew this was going to be tantalizing and he needed to be as detached as possible. “If you lay on your stomach near the edge of the bed, I’ll sit in a chair and be able to work over you.”
She, yet again, did as he asked and sprawled out on her stomach near the edge of the bed. He brought a rolling chair over and elevated it so that he could hunch over her and have full access to everywhere he needed to reach. He was glad that the television was still on, or else he was positive she’d be able to hear the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. As he pulled up, he looked down at the soft, delicate body laying before him. She looked like an angel.
He decided to go from top to bottom. He placed his fingertips on the crown of her head and started massaging circles into her scalp, utilizing his nails to add an extra sensation. When he first started, he noticed she inhaled a big breath, but as soon as the ministrations started, her breathing evened out. He relished the feeling of her silky strands of hair falling through his fingers, the auburn tresses highlighted by the dim light from the motel lamp.
He massaged down her scalp, behind her ears, and on the nape of her neck before he began utilizing his whole hands versus just his fingers. He put one hand on either side of her neck which blended into her shoulder and started applying more weight. Scully wasn’t wrong, he could feel how tense and hard her muscles were. He spent a good amount of time using the balls of his hands to massage away her tension, using the pads of his thumb to massage her spine. When he got to the lower part of her upper back, he split off and started focusing on one side at a time. He started at her shoulder blade farthest away from him and gently moved his hands around it. He hadn’t realized it until this moment, but with the sensation of her thin shirt moving against her bare skin, he realized that she hadn’t been wearing a bra.
He delicately traced his hand in a line of where her bra strap would have been before moving onto her arm. Leaning over her like this made him really realize how tiny she was, he grabbed her biceps with both of his hands and he could almost wrap his fingers around her arm. He just worked his way down her arm, squeezing and caressing until he got to her hand, figuring they had a workout today, he spent extra time rubbing circles into her palm and working on her fingers, from base to tip. When he was done, he repeated the process on her other side. This time when he got to her hand, he felt her subconsciously twitch, as if her hand was trying to hold onto his.
When he was done, he returned to his place in the middle of her back, continuing to work his way down. His thumbs worked her spine, the palms of his hands kneaded the muscles of her back, and his fingers rubbed along her sides. When he got all the way down to her tattoo, he took a moment to appreciate it, and let her feel where his eyes were. His thumbs met at the top of the ouroboros and they rubbed along the circle until they met back together at the bottom. He saw, as much as he felt, her breath hitch, but she didn’t move to stop him.
The tension was near palpable in the air as he reached the top of her tailbone, he could practically feel her curiosity burning his fingers. As much as he wanted to, fully palming Scully’s ass was probably not the best idea. So, he teasingly ran his fingers over the dangerous line of back-meets-butt until he was safe at her hips, massaging down until he was in the safe zone of her legs. When he had asked her to lay down, she kind of just face planted like a log, arms at sides, legs together. As he massaged she loosened up, so her top half was a haphazard sprawl of limbs, but her feet were still together. See the note about ass grabbing and also apply that to the concept of shoving his hand between her thighs.
As he had predicted earlier, he was sporting a slight hard on from feeling her soft flesh under his palms, and her lying on a bed so accepting of his touch. He bent over a little bit, so if she turned to look at his she wouldn’t see it, and cleared his throat of any lingering arousal, “Um, Scully. Could you spread your legs a little for me?” Wow, smooth.
He waited with a heavy breath for her to call him a pervert and storm out, but instead, she simply spread her legs as asked. He let out the breath softly and repressed a smile at the development. She was displaying a whole new level of trust with him and he didn't want to do anything that would make her regret that. He worked on her legs in the same way that he had with her arms, one hand on either side of her leg, making his way down. Except, he started a little farther down, below the hem of her shorts, as to avoid touching any of the intimate areas he was only acquainted with in his dreams. Regardless of where he started, he couldn’t help but revel in the fact he was palming Dana Scully’s inner thighs. The same thighs he spent countless nights imagining on either side of his head or wrapped around his waist or quivering from- too much, too much.
He wanted to slap himself for packing running shorts and just wished for her to remain face down in the bed because there would be no way he could hide his erection tenting in his pants. He worked on the other inner thigh before going past the knee, just so he wouldn’t have to go through that again. When he was finished, he resumed rubbing down her calves and feet one at a time. When he was on the tiny toe of her last foot, he felt himself not ready to give this up yet. Physical contact between them wasn’t necessarily rare, per se, but never had it been this intimate and for this long of a duration.
In a moment of surprising boldness, he moved the chair so he was back near her head and he gently commanded, “Roll onto your back.” He hunched over once more so as she transitioned from her stomach to back, she wouldn’t accidentally catch sight of the front of his pants. Within a few moments, she was on her back with her limbs sprawled openly beside her.
He had to take a moment to build his confidence, but he moved his fingertips up to her hairline and started brushing her hair back. She was so peaceful and still that, had he not been able to see her eyelids fluttering under her eyelids, he would have assumed she had fallen asleep. He couldn’t remember a time where he had been so gentle and through with a task. His hands were practically ghosting on her skin. After touching the length of her hairline, he moved to her temples, gently rubbing circles with the pads of his thumbs along the pressure points. He couldn’t remember what the specific name was, the sight in front of him was more than slightly distracting, but she looked like a model from an old painting, Like an angel on the Sistine Chapel.
He continued his exploration of her face by running his index fingers over her brow bone and going down the slope of her nose. He never expected she would allow him to do this, and was happy to see this was actually relaxing her. He ran the backs of his fingers along her strong jawline before running them up her smooth cheeks. There was one last place on her face for him to explore and this would really make or break the tranquility of the moment. With one tentative hand he placed his palm against her cheek, so that he was cupping it, and started moving the pad of his thumb to outline her lips.
Her lips were the first thing he had noticed about her all those years ago. “Agent Mulder, My name’s Dana Scully. I’ve been assigned to work with you.” She had on a reddish coral lipstick and it suited her beautifully. He had spent years watching those lips. As she talked, as she ate, as she breathed, they were mesmerizing. Now they were under his touch, and they were fuller and softer than any fantasy could have imagined. He traced the outline first, then ran the digit over her top, then bottom lip, relishing the slight tug from the friction of the contact.
He almost jumped out of his seat when he felt her lips press against his thumb in a kiss. His eyes darted up to look at her eyes, only to see that they were hooded, and watching him intently. He had been so focused on his own ministrations, that he had no idea how long she had been watching him. While he was making eye contact with her, he felt her lips part and her tongue dart out to lick the pad of his thumb, then gently suck on the surface.
Now it was his turn to have his breath hitch. His eyes kept darting back and forth between her sensual gaze and the sight of her mouth working the tip of his thumb. Her lips were coated with saliva and she placed one last kiss to his thumb before whispering in a husky voice, “Keep going.”
Holy fucking shit.
He drug the saliva coated thumb down her chin and along the expanse of her exposed, creamy white throat. She tilted her head back to give him better access, and in a moment of intuition, he blew a stream of cold air to her throat and watched her eyes close and goosebumps spread across her skin. He took a few moments to massage her clavicle, which had been hidden in her previous position. He still didn’t know how far she wanted this to go, so using only one hand and two fingers, he rubbed his way down her sternum, in between the valley of her parted breast, taking great caution to avoid touching either mound. He didn’t know if he was hearing things, but he could have sworn he heard a sigh of frustration when he got passed her chest and was in the safety of her rib area. He added his other hand back in and used the palms of his hands to rub down both her sides and abdomen, stopping at her hip bones, which he circles tauntingly.
He didn’t know where to go from here and he felt like an awkward teenage boy again. He already got all of her legs, he didn’t know if it would be creepy if he went back to an area already covered, and he wasn’t going to touch her in the areas left undiscovered until he got her explicit permission. Oh yeah, and his cock was still rock hard so he didn’t quite feel like calling it quits right now. He glanced back up and gulped when he saw she was still staring at him, that mysterious look still behind her heavy lids.
“You’ve been missing some major areas. If you need to take off my clothes to get to them, you’re more than welcome to,” her words were coy but her tone was beyond suggestive. She had made his choice for him and he was more than willing to oblige the request. His hands, which were still moving on her hip bones, slid up so his fingers crept under the hem of her shirt. In one of the most arousing gestures he had ever seen, she arched her back so it came off the bed, which allowed him to slide her shirt up and over her head. As soon as they were revealed, his eyes were glued to her breasts. He licked his lips unconsciously and he instantly recognized she laughed lightly at the gesture.
He looked in her eyes one more time for permission, still not believing this could possibly be true, and she gifted him with a coquettish smile. That’s all he needed before raising his hands and cupping her breasts in his hands. They were ample and firm, and everything he had dreamt of. As soon as he made contact, her eyes fluttered shut. He started experimenting with her as if he was playing an instrument, a pinch of a nipple made her bite her lip, a blow of air made her gasp, a firm squeeze made her eyes flutter, cause and react in full effect.
After a few moments, when her gasps started to become more audible, he decided to continue exploring. He snaked his hand down her smooth stomach until he reached the hem of her shorts. In an opposite arch to before, she lifted her hips up and helped him slide her shorts down her creamy legs. She had only been wearing shorts and his erection appreciated that heartily. When she lowered her hips back down and let her legs sprawl out, he got to fully appreciate the sight in front of him. Dana Scully was lying naked and wanton on his bed right now and if he died right now, he would die the happiest man in the entire world. His hand continued downward and it quickly started raking through her soft auburn curls. He knew she was a real redhead, but having the evidence right in front of him made him inexplicably happy.
Moving one final inch, he parted her fold and was immediately met with what would become the biggest source of pride in his life. Scully was soaking, correction dripping wet, and it was all because of him. He was almost shocked when he felt it, but it just fueled his desire more. Using one digit, he swirled his finger around her aching bud and relished in the sound of her hearty moan. It was his turn to watch her, and he was pleased to see her head lolling back and forth as her hips gyrated against his hand. After a moment or two, he felt her dainty hand reach down to grab his wrist.
He was initially afraid she might have regretted it, that she was going to say this had gone too far, but all fear was replaced with unrepentant arousal when she throatily groaned, “Let me make you feel good too. Join me.” After the words left her mouth, she moved so she was on the bed on her knees in front of him, pulling him into a standing position in front of her.
He was mesmerized by her poweress in this moment, he could see her arousal coating the insides of her thighs, but she was still so in control of her actions. She quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt and he was all too ready to help throw it over his head. With another fell swoop, she shoved his shorts to the floor and took in the sight of his exposed erection with greedy eyes. She leaned back so she was on her butt with her legs wide open as she grabbed his arms and pulled him on top of herself, her enthusiasm earning a hearty chuckle from both parties.
Laying on top of her like this was pure bliss, the complete skin-to-skin contact of their bodies was almost too much to take. He looked down at her and was speechless at the woman laying underneath him. Her eyes were filled with mirth and longing and he was so overcome with emotion that he closed the distance and pressed a searing kiss to her lips. His heart leapt once more when he felt her return the kiss with equal vigor, opening her mouth so their tongues could play with each other. He felt like he may never sleep again, what was the point of trying to dream when reality could provide such perfect moments like this?
She pulled back for air with a laugh and his lips quickly sought to keep their connection in a different area, landing squarely on the pulse point of her neck. He moaned deeply against her flesh when he felt her hand snake in between them and take his length into her grasp. She stroked his tip along her folds, coating his length in her arousal to lubricate him before easing him into her. She moved her hand away and wrapped her arms around his neck, tandemly wrapping her legs around his waist, beckoning him to continue.
He kissed her on the lips one final time before plunging into her. Their moans were in perfect harmony and they quickly found their pace as they started thrusting against each other. Their were many moments in their partnership that contributed to him considering them to be a perfect match, but none compared to this. She felt like home, her smell, the feel of her body against his own, the music of her moans, everything made him want to live in this moment forever.
They had been going at it for maybe a minute or two when he felt her freeze. He was about to ask her what was wrong until he felt her vaginal walls clamp painfully tight against him and she cried out his name in a breathy whisper. He thrusted in deeper, grinding his pubic bone against hers to prolong her orgasm and he could swear he felt her heartbeat in his cock. She released her grip on his neck and fell back onto the bed, bucking against him in spasms, her eyes fluttering and her lips curled into a sweet smile. He just made Scully’s eyes roll from a powerful orgasm. This was undoubtedly the best day of his entire life.
He looked down at her with a proud smile, trying to commit the image of her underneath him naked and sated to his memory forever. She returned his smile with a shy one of her own and melodically laughed, “Usually I last longer, you just did such a fantastic, through job before.” It had to be impossible to love someone this much.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that. Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered. She blushed and averted her gaze in shy embarrassment and it made his heart hurt. This woman was practically Aphrodite reincarnated and he didn’t like the idea of any self-doubts or insecurities making her question her beauty and skill.
“Scully,” he prompted, waiting until her eyes flitted back to him to continue, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and probably the smartest person I’ve ever met. I adore you and I love you.” She was openly smiling and beaming up at him and he could have cried from the unyielding trust that was in her gaze.
She snaked a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him sweetly. When they parted, she looked up at him and whispered, “I love you too, but we’re not done yet.” To emphasize her point she thrusted against him again, re-sheathing his arousal deep into her head. His moan reverberated around the room and he started thrusting into her continually, fascinated but the sight of her panting mouth and her breasts bouncing up and down on her chest.
Watching Scully cum was like a drug, he had seen and experienced it once, and he would be chasing that high for the rest of his life. He just wanted her to be encapsulated with pleasure and he wanted to be the cause of it. He put his hand at the apex of her thighs and found her swollen clit, playing with pinching it and rubbing it. From the sounds coming out of her mouth, she was more than appreciative. After a few moments, probably since she was already sensitive from her last orgasm, another came rippling through her body, clenching around him like a vice, this time taking him with her over the edge. They stayed joined for a while afterwards, relishing in the sensation of each other’s pleasure.
“To repeat your eloquent sentiments from earlier; wow” he teased, breaking the silence.
She laughed heartily at this and rolled onto her side, into her arms, “I stand by that, and I’m still impressed,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to his temple.
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hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you
@natcaptor / @gayspaced
name: leon or lionel!
nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!
gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though
star sign: sagittarius!
height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...
time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon
birthday: december 9th!
favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu
favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples
song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams
last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl
when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho
last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me
do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H
do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”
why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!
following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!
followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content
average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though
lucky number: 43 and 64!!
instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs
what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes
dream job: oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim
dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!
favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet
nationality: new zealand, but living in australia
favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime
@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist
APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces
PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality
ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch
HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts
EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts
MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone
RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend
RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year
@smstransformers
age: 16
birthplace: auckland, nz
current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!
drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops
favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite
grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)
horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low
in love: i believe so!
jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things
love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C
middle name: shane!
siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!
one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life
song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands
time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30
underwear colour: blue + purble
vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!
worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage
favourite food: mashed potatoes….
zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!
@alyonian
relationship status:
at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young
favourite colour:
it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace
lipstick or chapstick:
i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former
last song i listened to:
the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is
last movie:
monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories
top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:
i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;
unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage
taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)
tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!
additional favs:
my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software
top 3 bands / artists:
HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is
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@alyonian
color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing
last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts
last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life
last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing
last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.
last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique
last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big
book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber
@victorion
name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™
nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!
zodiac sign: archer man
height: Tall™
language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian
fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)
fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it
fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing
fav color: ornge,,,,
fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS
coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho
average hrs of sleep: too little
fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom
no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??
fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to
fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good
fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again
@thonany-klieme
name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really
gender: male, im probs an nb guy
star sign: sagittarius!
height: 6’1
sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now
lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’
ever had a crush on a teacher: no??
where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate
if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands
what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump
last kiss: never had one
have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf
favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights
favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y
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1. What is you middle//full name?
i’m not gonna say my full name for privacy purposes, but my first + middle names are Tristen Mackenzie
3. What is your birthday?
May 23rd!
5. What is your favorite color?
aw man like… light pink? dark purple? cerulean blue??? all good.
7. Do you have any pets?
yes!!!! i have a cat and her name is rose and i love her
9. How tall are you?
5′3″-ish? i’m not exactly sure
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
uh… 3 i think? 5 counting both pairs of character shoes though!
13. What talents do you have?
as a lot of ppl who follow this blog, i’m pretty good at writing! other than that, i like to think i’m pretty decent at singing and acting, and i draw a lot. other than that??? idk
15. Favorite song?
i answered this but i’ll just add more: A Soft Place to Land from Waitress
also Teen Idle and Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds!!
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
alright so like my ideal partner is definitely someone who just loves me for who i am and doesn’t force me to change, y’know? someone supportive who’s kinda ready to take me as i am with all the baggage i have and still loves me in the end but doesn’t take any bullshit? like, they accept i have problems but won’t let said problems excuse my actions. someone who can help me improve on who i am, i guess?
also someone sweet and gentle and just understands, y’know??
idk i haven’t put much thought into a person past that, since i guess all i want is someone who actually gives a shit?
19. Do you want a church wedding?
uh personally i don’t really care even tho it’d probably piss off my family i guess??? like, it could be or it couldn’t be and it probably wouldn’t make too much of a difference for me because imo it’s a wedding either way???? idk man
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
like, me being in the hospital? no. visiting people? yeah
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
uhhh i met a guy off of broadway once he was cool i think his name was andrew or matthew or something and he was in pippin and actually was charlemange the night we saw the show!! i wish i could remember his name because he gave me really good advice about basically sharpening what i wasn’t good at when it came to theatre
25. What color socks are you wearing?
none
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
like… i mean, i wouldn’t be against it? as long as it’s for something i’m proud of, i guess???
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
nnnope
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
i usually lie on my stomach when i sleep!!! idk why it’s been kind of a recent thing??? like i use to sleep on my left side for years and over the last year or two i’ve started sleeping on my stomach for whatever reason
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
i usually don’t wake up early enough to actually eat breakfast but i like to make scrambled eggs and toast!! because effort
35. Have you ever tried archery?
no but i want to :’O
37. Favorite swear word?
eh, probably just ‘fuck’ because i’m not creative
39. Do you have any scars?
i have a reaaaaaaally faint scar going up my leg from when i did something stupid and was scratched by a wire!!!
41. Are you a good liar?
depends on the lie and who i’m telling said lie to, honestly.
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
uh i can kinda do a russian accent like Stereotypical Russian and i can do a southern accent (which works because i’m from the south but i have no accent i swear), and i can do a kinda posh accent??? idk man i should sit around and just attempt accents one day.
i’m good at mimicking mercy from overwatch sometimes tho but only when i’m playing her because it’s more of me just sitting there echoing whatever she says i guess
45. What is your favorite accent?
idk my russian accent is at least fun to sit around and say shit in
also just??? idk what you would call it other than Stuck Up White Girl but that’s also kinda fun because i literally will sit around and say stupid shit
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
that’s honestly a good question and i couldn’t tell you because i barely remember anything like lemme check amazon because i have this dress??? that was probably expensive
it actually wasn’t too expensive it was only 35-ish dollars??? idk then i tend to not buy expensive clothes
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
innie
51. Are you scared of spiders?
hhholy fck yeah i nearly panicked yesterday when there was a spider in my car like i was almost gone but my brother got it
53. Favorite foreign food?
honestly that’s hard but i??? fukn???? love??? chicken enchiladas????
also does fondue count bc it’s from switzerland and i love fondue like cheese??? good. chocolate??? heaven.
55. Most used phrased?
probably like “idk man” because i just Don’t Know
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
depends!!! sometimes it can be around 30-40, sometimes an hour, sometimes i’ll be ready in 10 minutes i don’t do makeup and throw on something decent
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
i tend to mostly suck???? that doesn’t sound sexual i swear why does everything have to sound sexual jfc
61. Do you sing to yourself?
i think we all know the answer to this one. it’s a definite yes and anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t know me tbh
63. Biggest Fear?
dying young, i guess? it’s something that kinda haunts me still and idk of anything that’d be a bigger fear than that for me rn
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
idk i rarely watch movies????
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
i mean i’d probably leave a few out but i can
i took a thing and i got like, 35-36 out of the 50 so that’s good i guess
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
def an introvert
71. What makes you nervous?
what doesn’t make me nervous tho
uh i guess just??? driving in silence makes me nervous
honestly any silence makes me nervous because i need at least some sort of constant noise??? tests are hell, man.
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
depends on the mistake??? i tend to but if it’s just something really minor i won’t bother the person.
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
nah i dont think so. if i have then??? whoops. i know a guy who started (or at least tried to?) rumors about himself tho it was weird
77. Have you ever drank underage?
not rly??? i’ve had sips of stuff but that was usually with my parents and it wasn’t enough to make me feel anything. altho next time my friend and i hang out without her parents there i might drink a little, just to be able to say ‘i did the thing’ since i kinda wanna do teenage shit while i still can i guess?????
79. Who was your first real crush?
guy i knew/know (we’re kinda friends??? like we talk but we don’t make extra effort to do so imo???) named jacob!!! he let me down gently because he was also the first person i confessed to, and altho i kinda regret it, i still had that rejection so at least i don’t have to deal with that shit with someone else being “that first rejection” or w/e
81. Can you roll your Rs?
aaaa sadly no i wish i could tho!!!
83. How fast can you run?
i don’t think i’m fast but i think i’m fast enough
85. What color is your eyes?
blue!
87. Do you keep a journal?
i kinda used to??? i stopped writing in it for a while… 89. Do you like your age?
ehh kinda??? like…? i’m still technically a “““teenager”““ (even tho i technically count until i’m 20 but legally i’m an adult at 18) but it kinda sucks because being 17 is lowkey kinda stressful because woah ur a senior in high school time for u to be forced into thinking you need to choose a good college that will get u a degree for a job you’ll always be in for the rest of ur life and just the fact i’m kinda inexperienced in shit??? i just wanna be smooched before i turn 18 man
91. Do you like your own name?
i mean??? i don’t like ‘tristen’ but i do like ‘tris’! which is why i go by it online and i try to get ppl to call me it. there was someone i know who was like “no one even calls you that” when i said something about being called “tris” to someone and i’m like… that’s because i never said anything about it before…??? no one calls me tris because i never really went by it before….???
but anyway “tristen” is fine but i will always prefer to be called “tris”
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
i’m gonna say i’d love to have a girl but honestly? i don’t really care? if i have a child or if i have children, i just want them to be happy and healthy and feel they can trust me with anything - or at least almost anything, since i never really had that person growing up.
95. What are your weaknesses?
uh i’m not the strongest person when it comes to physical activities but that’s also because i’m a dumb egg who sucks when it comes to shit like dancing because i kinda throw myself down a hole when other ppl get things and i don’t and i get really self deprecating over shit
also self deprecation by itself is a pretty big weakness.
other than that, i’m kinda messy?? like my room itself is a mess and there’s clothes on the floor and i really just need to take a day and clean up
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
not that i know of
99. Color of your bedspread?
uh its too hot for one rn but i have a white one that my grandma bought for me and i use it when its cold af outside
i want this galaxy one that i found tho….
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@mikoe24 - this looked interesting, so I stayed up a bit later than intended working on it xD Thanks for the tag, love, and I’ll be having some Mikuni and Misono headcanons for you after my hiatus is up! (which will be a week ahead of time, woohoo!)
Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write eleven new ones. Tag eleven people to answer your questions as well as the person who tagged you.
Pokki’s Questions
1. Do you have any OCs? If so, what are their name(s)?
I have quite a few, yes. I have an entire next gen cast for Natsume's Book of Friends, for a story I have been working on for two years. It recently hit 100k and I am still dead sure this will never see the light of day, lol. It's so self indulgent. For right now it has the working title of Elegy for the Lost One and it takes place in a future where Natsume disappeared under strange circumstances. Thrillers are what I like writing the most - suspense, the build-up to it, and then the inevitable fall as you start putting the pieces together.
Now to give you the run-down on the OCS, haha. So first up is Shiori, who I decided would be a daughter to Natori and Hiiragi. I am always curious about youkai/human relations and how they work in the Book of Friends universe, and I chose to play around with that using Shiori. She takes after her father a lot - flashy, bold, a real show stopper. But she has her mother's sensibility and loyalty. And since I'm mentioning Natori, I might as well bring up Matoba. I ended up giving him a son that develops an unparalleled obsession with the Book of Friends. Then there's Takahiro, Hiromi and Haruki who are the main cast and the ones that the story focuses on the most. They're the ones trying to solve the mystery. Meanwhile, there's Makoto, who is the would-be inherited of the Book of Friends. She is a relative to Natsume, distantly, through Natsume's cousin (Yuuto, if the drama cds are to be believed~).
Then, for an original story I'm working on, I have a few solid characters so far. Annabel, a steadfast young woman who is independant to a fault and doesn't know to ask others for help. She's thrown into a situation where she has no choice but to lean on others - or in this case, on one person in particular. A mentor, a friend, a guiding hand in a world that seems so foreign even though she's been living in it for years. Suddenly, things fail to make sense. What she thought she knew turns out to be different from the underlying reality. The Lore Keeper, her mentor, is the one to help her through it. For his own reasons, but who doesn't have an ulterior motive or two? His is simply ensuring that the future Keeper is an upstanding one. As you can see, he doesn't have a name yet. But that's both intentional and my own laziness lol. So yeah, choosing names is always the last step for me. Developing their personalities is what I tend to focus on the most when creating an OC. The name always comes last to me.
2. What’s your favorite eye color?
I love blue eyes! They're so pretty. Especially light blue.
3. How would you name your kids? Or, if you don’t want kids, what are your favorite names?
Fun fact: I was actually terrified of having children for a long time. I met someone who changed that for me, but eh. I have not given it much thought. I think naming children should be the act of both parents, something I'd want to talk over with my partner, but as for some of my favorite names ... I like short and sweet, so: Iris and Jay.
4. What’s your favorite quote?
I tend to go with Dr. Seuss a lot, heh, so I'll go with Roald Dahl this time: "A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest of men."
5. What’s the last anime you watched?
... it's been a while, uhhh. Dragon Maid probably. :3
6. Do you like cosplays?
I never personally wore any, but I deeply admire those who do. They put a lot of work into every costume and that takes skill, dedication, and sacrificing their own personal time to make it. They have my respect.
7. Do you have a crush on someone? (A real person or a fictional character, it doesn’t matter~)
Well then, just delve right into my deep, dark secrets why don't you? Hmmm, I guess if I'm being honest: I do. It was sort of an "oh shit" moment for me, but identifying the problem is the first step to finding a solution. In this case, getting my heart to agree with my mind that this is Not Allowed.
Fictional-wise ... idk, man. It's hard enough on me having real life crushes. I suppose Lily and Natori would be my type, though.
8. How many siblings do you have?
I have - had - two older half-brothers. It's complicated, too, so nope. I will not be explaining.
9. What would your ideal date be like?
Probably either a candlelit dinner and snuggling on the couch or doing something we both loved together. With my ex, that used to be hiking at the Cliffs, putting our feet in the water and play fighting with said water, and then collapsing together in the sand. It was sweet while it lasted.
10. Do you like your handwriting? Why?
I do, because why not? It's not perfect, but I've been learning that striving for perfection is a fruitless endeavor. It's also the coward's way out.
11. Now, say something positive about yourself!~ c:
Hmmm. Something positive ... my mind always goes blank when asked this sort of question. I guess, it's my persistence? Even when I play the role my own worst critic, I still keep going because sitting idle has never suited me. I have to constantly be doing something. Whether it's writing, reading, etc. If my mind is happy, so am I.
Avi’s Questions
1: What is you’re favorite series and why? (Could be anything from TV shows, books, anime, ect..)
For books, probably ... the Artemis Fowl series? That writing style is one of my favs :'D
For manga, definitely Natsume's Book of Friends. Gorgeous short stories on their own and a sprinkling of plot that's not too much, so it doesn’t take away from each story and they can all stand on their own. I admire that, since I'm primarily a short story writer more often than not.
2: What is your favorite weather and time of day?
My favorite type of weather is rain, no doubt about it. And for time of day ... night. Definitely night. I am a night owl, ha.
3: Favorite Fictional character? Why?
Why must you do this to me?! At the moment, it's Mikuni. Save me.
4: Favorite video game? Why?
The World Ends With You. Lots of reasons, and since they are personal ... I will instead just gush about how much I loved the storyline and the characters, and how I can proudly proclaim that this is one of the few games I have ever completed 100%.
5: What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, watching anime, video games, fishing, hiking, cooking/baking, and learning new things.
6: If you could pick one fictional world to live in, what world would you pick and why?
Oh gosh, I think the Hunter x Hunter world would be cool, too, but I'd die so quickly ... I'm going to go the safer route and say Tales of the Abyss. Make me one of those NPCs chilling in the background. Just, you know, not in the town that gets completely destroyed (gdi Luke).
7: Favorite animal?
CATS. I have always been a cat person and I will definitely continue to be one looooong into the future.
8: Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names and what are they?
Snow White, my eskimo doggie. And Goldie, my orange and white tabby cat.
9: Do you have any original stories? Tell me something about them!
Since I already talked about my current story alongside the OC question, I'll instead gush about a collab story with a good friend of mine. We've been working on this story for close to ... god, eight years now? It's one of those self indulgent things. It's fun to come home to and work on. It has a super hero setting, wherein she writes the heroes and I write the villains. My alliance is called, wait for it - SASSI. Super Assholes Seeking Suitable Income. They're real particular about the destruction they cause, let me tell ya. It's sort of a goofy series that we put together to hash out why people do the things they do and put a satire spin on it. (The villains are not the only ones we poke fun at, just saying.)
10: If you have any ocs, who was your first? If you don’t have any, who was your first favorite character and why?
Oh wow, that's so long ago. My first OC was a nameless young lady from a story about black cats bringing good omens. I wrote it for English class, because I was interested in myths and old legends in regards to cats. It was around the time I discovered what a Cat Sith is.
11: You have three wishes, what would you wish for?
Is this like one of those genies that twists what we want and we have to be reaaaally careful? You know, Monkey Paw style? If so, then I would hand off the wishes to someone else. They can have them; I'mma strive for what I want with my own dedication and patience. If this is a no strings attached sort of deal, then: 1. for good things to happen to my friends and family, 2. to live by the ocean, and 3. to be able to speak more than one language. As I said, all things I can work towards on my own.
Mikoe's Questions
1. Do you draw? If yes, how many years has it been since you’ve started?
Oh gods, no. I used to be big into drawing animals, but I can't draw people and shit for the life of me. I have a few wolf pictures, still, I think. My spirit animal <3
2. Do you write? If yes, could you copy paste a line from your latest work?
Since I was 11~ And sure, I'll use fanfic: "Do I have to go?" The cat's sleepy yawn gave away its apathy to the whole thing. "Can't I just stay here and nap? You'll be fine on your own."
"Well, they did send us two tickets. It'd be rude if you didn't use it, Kuro. Not to mention," and here Mahiru flicked the cat on the forehead, "I'd kind of die if you didn't come along, you lazy cat. Or did you forget we have a contract?"
3. What is/are your nickname(s)? If you don’t have any, can I give you one?
I joke about having nicknames, because kids call me Apple (or god help me, Cabbage, from A FRIEND UGH), but nah. Not really. You can't really make a nickname out of April, lol. As for receiving a nickname, go for it. Good luck, pffft.
4. When is your birthday? If you’re not comfortable with it, then what is your favorite day of the whole year and why?
August 27th
5. What are the 5 things that never fail to brighten up your day or put a smile on your face?
My pets!!! My friends and family. Really cute pics of animal in general. Reading something sweet. Being out in the fresh air.
6. Why did you join Tumblr?
To reconnect with old friends, mainly. Then I fell into the Servamp fandom, enough said.
7. IOS or Android?
Android.
8. In the scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love yourself?
5, it's half and half.
9. Are you the type who pours the cereal before the milk or the milk before the cereal?
Cereal before the milk xD I don't want to get splashed.
10. How is 2017 treating you so far?
Hmm, to sum up: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My internal thoughts are just incoherent screaming atm.
11. Do you like pigeons? XD
Depends. I like the pretty ones that are small and colorful and land on your fingertips.
My Questions~
1. Where do you see yourself in five years?
2. If you draw and/or write, what programs are your favorite to use?
3. Do you have any phobias?
4. Have you ever traveled? If so, where?
5. Do you have someone you admire or strive to be like?
6. What is your ideal vacation?
7. Do you have a favorite candle scent?
8. What genre is your favorite? (For movies, books, anime/manga, games, etc.)
9. Do you have something you use as a crutch/safety net? Something you couldn't live without?
10. What is a series you used to enjoy as a child? Do you still enjoy it?
11. List five things you want to improve in and make a little time for those things every day.
I tag: @crazyanime3, @stirlingphoenix, @choc0bunnyqueen, @pleasantdreamsart, @saltykarkat, @mikunialicein .... man, it’s hard to pick 11. Anyone else who wishes to do so! And of course, if you’re tagged and do not want to do it, that’s cool too.
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