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The Random Mass Shipping Meme

Random Mass Shipping Meme

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need.

Shipping and smut memes are all well and good, but sometimes, people can feel a bit left out or hesitant to tag people on them. There's usually a lot of assumptions that have to be made, and we're afraid that what the person we're tagging really wants is a castmate or someone they already thread/ship with. And that's daunting.

In this meme, throw all that out the window. What we have here is nothing but RANDOM MASS SHIPPING as far as the eye can see. Like this character? Tag them. Have no clue who they are but want someone to play with? Tag. Think they have a pretty icon? TAG THAT RIGHT NOW. The pairings don't even have to make sense; heck, the more out of context, the better. You might just find that hey, this actually makes perfect sense! And that's the beauty.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your characters, using the subject for the usual name, canon info, and so on.
Comment to others. Whoever you want to, whoever catches your fancy. You don't need a reason. Don't feel shy. That's the point!
- Also, this meme isn't for tagging canonmates/CR as per usual (of course, no one will hunt you down, either). Go out on a limb and have some fun!
Don't neglect to respond to those who come before you. This meme is meant for randomness, so having a bunch of nobody responding to anyone isn't good.
Use the RNG to find a prompt, or make one up.

PROMPTS

1. You wake up suddenly to find the "one that got away" sleeping quietly beside you.

2. You walk into your apartment or house to find your greatest love and your best friend are undressing each other on the kitchen floor. How do you react?

3. Your first date with the love of your life.

4. You have just recognized the girl or guy in the elevator with you. She/he is the person you loved from afar but never asked out. The elevator stops between floors. You two are alone and stuck for at least an hour. What do you do?

5. The person who completely broke your heart is meeting you for coffee.

6. Your most awkward, embarrassing school dance.

7. Your best first kiss, the lead up, and the aftermath.

8. You and your secret crush debate the topic, "better to have loved and lose then to have never loved at all."

9. Losing your virginity, the lead up, and the aftermath.

10. Your best friend within your sexual preference has just declared his or her long-standing feelings for you.

11. After casual sex, one of you says the words, "I love you." What happens then?

12. You are waiting for the love of your life to walk down the aisle, but someone comes in with a note. Your love has gotten cold feet!

13. A trip outside of your home country that you took with a romantic partner.

14. A memorable drug or alcohol experience that you had with a romantic partner.

15. The person who broke your heart the most came crawling back. How do you react?

16. You're having the most passionate intimate or sexual experience of your life!

17. This is the first time you're telling your sweetheart (or the person you admire from a distance) that wonderful and scary phrase, "I love you."

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Edited 2012-11-23 18:14 (UTC)

Mm. I wonder... [The Servant leans against his spear in thought with a small frown forming on his face.] Humor me for a bit, my Master. If you were to choose to live a life to want something so desperately since it gives you such joy, but you will most likely never will be able to obtain it, or to choose on never even know such a thing even existed for you to live your life in complete obliviousness... which would you choose?

[The question catches the Summoner off guard. She has to consider a moment before she eventually replies.]

In theory, this would depend upon what it was I wanted so desperately.

Hm. How to put this? I am not one to be a philosopher, but I do ponder the concept of man so many times. In this particular case...

[He raises one hand to start off with an example.] If you were to choose to live a life of loving a person so deeply, yet those feelings are unrequited no matter how you try to convey those feelings to the one whom you cherish the most. Would you be able to live a life like that or...[And then raising his other hand.]... would you rather choose to live in a life that you'd never met that person in your life, thus being in a bliss of obliviousness? To never know that person ever existed, thus sparing you that ache of the heart.

Given to who I am, the human nature is a fascinating thing. Not one you would learn out in the wilds.

[She listens attentively to his examples and doesn't waste time in giving her response.]

I would choose to know that person.

[And now Nagi smiles a little, tilting her head.]

I cannot say I know of romantic love yet I do know of love for another. I may hope my feelings were conveyed to him but that is merely a conjecture on my part.

If I had not known him though, I would not be as I am now. I would have been spared the pain of parting yet I would likewise have never known the joy of his care.

So I would choose to love and lose him again if need be.

I see. So rather than to view it as a painful path of parting and passive rejection, you see it as source of growth to be the person you are now. That is quite a beautiful ideal, my dear Master.

But to not have a romantic love in your life... that almost feels depressing, given how gentle and lovely you are. I am sure that one day, a man that you love will come to be with you at your side. But until that day comes...

[And Enkidu gives her a warm smile in return.]

I will be that man that will stand by your side until you find the one your heart desires, through the good times and the bad. And I hope I shall be a satisfying substitute until the time comes.

Sex was almost never just casual for Tohko. However..she had thought that this wasn't going to go anywhere. It was just a passing urge, a flight of fancy that had led up into this. Even if she was blushing like crazy, she didn't think it would go anywhere.

So, puzzled and a little embarrassed, Tohko asked, "Why?..Why do you love me?" After all..this person didn't even know about her true nature.

"Why? Well... why not?"

Whether it had been in a moment of passion that he said those words or not, he wasn't one to take back what he said. Wrapping an arm casually around the young woman's body to bring her a bit closer, he offers her a playful wink as he continues on. "Besides, if you want something of an explanation from me? It would have to be because there is something about you that makes my heart skip quite a few beats! Otherwise...", he then places his hand to rest at the top of her head. "Something like this wouldn't had happened! But if you don't feel like you can return those feelings, I'd understand. But just for a moment, let's enjoy the little moment after, yeah?"

Tohko chuckled and wrapped an arm around the mans waist in return. It sounded a bit nervous though.

"I'm glad that you feel that way..and I wouldn't mind returning your feelings, if that's what you wanted..however..if wanted those feeling returned, you would have to know a secret of mine. Something that you couldn't tell to anyone."

"Well tell you what..." Terry peers down to glance down at her and offers her a small, reassuring smile. With his free hand, he'll reach out to place a soft pat against her cheek while the one resting on her head starts to brush through her hair to give that comfort feeling. "I've got no problems on listening on what you have to say, but if it's a little too much to bring up right now? Then you can wait for it. Take as much time as you need until you feel ready to talk about it. Either way, I am me and you're you... and that's all that really matters, am I right?"

Tohko smiled, happy for the comfort. In return, she rubbed Terry's back.

"I suppose so..but even if I'm me, it doesn't really help if you see me as a goblin." Tohko then sighed, trying to get it out. After all, it was best to get it out quickly. If he really liked her and wanted to be with her, he would probably not mind. He might not see her as an Oba Yozo or a goblin. However, if he wanted to toss a stone, she could just run away.

"I..I cannot taste normal foods. Bread, cheese, wine, fruit parfaits..they all taste like sand to me. The only thing I can eat that does have a taste are stories. The Snow Goose, Run, Melos!, Musashino..those sorts of things. Knowing that, are you still in love with me?"

((Let's avoid 9, 11, and 16. Looking for fluff with this one~))

[It isn't often Hei ever kissed anyone. In fact, it never happened, at least in this particular fashion. Events from before seemed like a flash before Hei had found his lips against Caster's. Playing with feelings had been common, came with the work of being a spy, but this time, this wasn't for some job or for some random information he needed to gather.

He was doing it because he wanted to.]

[Yeah, I'm curious. Bring it onnnnn.]

[They'd had a class or two together. Nothing especially memorable ever passed between them, but he'd always caught her eye. Brenda had even considered flirtation, but then there was the hospital and the transfer to a new school. By the time anything "romantic" was on her mind again, he was long gone.

And then there he was again.]

John?

[Oh shit, okay, he can do this. Redhead, freckles. Not the most common. Good looking, too, so he shouldn't have forgotten her. He's thinking school? Yeah, they were definitely at school together. Think of roll call. What did the redhead answer to?

Finally, he holds his hands up at his sides, conceding defeat.]

No idea.

( cindarella's stepsister, anyone? )

[Hawke hated these... elevator things. Give him the oldfashioned cranked ones that ran on gears and cogs that you had to operate yourself. One more floor completed. YAY!

... That's... Buffy. Beautiful wonderful Buffy. And she's standing in the Elevator infront of me. Well... now's probably a good time to tap her on the shoulder and- CHA-CHUNK.]

Makers breath! Of all the rotten luck!

[ Buffy recognizes him, vaguely. She doesn't know him all that well. So she tosses an awkward smile over her shoulder a time or two. Sharing elevators is never fun.

Then the thing comes to a screeching halt and she has to steady herself to keep balance. ] Waugh--! [ That was annoying. She turns to him and frowns. ]

No kidding. Let me just -- [ She punches the emergency button, but the response they get takes a few minutes, and it's not one she wants to hear. Could take more than an hour to get it up and running again. An hour? ]

What if we have to pee?! Ugh!

Well I'll contain myself if you will. If we're going to be stuck in here I'd rather it not smell of urine.

[He grinned at her cheekily.]

Though we shouldn't talk about it. I've found the more you talk about needing to do it when it's inappropriate the harder it is to resist.

[He strokes his beard for a moment.]

Well, My name is Hawke. Garret Hawke. You may have seen me around. I'm normally carrying a greatsword and am being followed by two incredibly handsome elves.

W--ew, of course I'll contain myself! It just won't be fun.

[ She rolls her eyes and manages a smile, wry as it may be. ]

My lips are sealed.

[ Wow an actual beard stroke, Buffy is witnessing a true unicorn. Her eyebrows raise and she ... is completely blank. Nope. ]

Nope. [ Sheepish, awkward grin o'clock! ] Can't say I can put my finger on giant swords and good looking pointy-eared guys. Sorry. [ She wrinkles her nose. ] You'd think I'd notice a giant weapon. [ Then she actually smiles. A real genuine one. ] I'm Buffy.

[Sylar had finally tracked down the woman with the ability produce weightlessness. He had studied her schedule, her routine. Had waited for the night shift where she would finally be walking through the park on her way home, alone. The killer had even taken the liberty of introducing himself and playing with her a little before, giving her the illusion that she had a fate outside of what was in store for her.

He had the woman pinned against a tree within the park, dark having set long ago. One hand clasped her throat while his other hand was poised and ready to cut.

But something was still stopping him. While part of his mind urged him to kill her, to get it over with. To see how she worked. Another part of him wanted to wait. Buffy would arrive soon -- she always did. Of course he didn't want her to stop him, but the killer wasn't certain if he would see her at all if he killed the woman and fled.

So he waited there, the woman kicking up a fuss and screaming a little more than he would like. At least the sound was muffled by the hand at her throat. Still, he rolled his eyes and looked around impatiently.]

[ Buffy heard the screams instantly. She was out anyway, patrolling as usual, and the cemetery wasn't far from the park. The run was a short one, but she took it as fast as she could, leaping over fences and hedges and darting through trees. She had an ax in hand tonight instead of a simple stake, because she'd heard rumors of a particular species of demon roaming the town that needed beheading as opposite to a good old fashioned weapon through the heart.

What she came upon, though, wasn't a demon attack. It was a man. The same man she'd come across before, who was gone before she got the chance to really make sure he was put to justice. It wasn't her job to kill evil people. Human laws applied to humans, no matter how much she wished it weren't true. She didn't have a license to murder for justice. She wasn't a vigilante.

Her pace slowed as she approached, and she slowly lowered her axe. She was ready to use every method of fighting at her disposal to do what needed to be done, but she couldn't behead him. Again with the whole not a murderer thing. ]

Let her go, or I'll make you. You know how not pretty this can get.

[So he's watching Claire walk up the aisle with someone else.

It was a foregone conclusion, really. The situation they had set up took too much patience on his part, too much control, and it was hard to keep up a relationship (especially with the girl's family) once you'd accidentally burned down their house. It had been a genuine accident, one of the uncontrollable surges of power that he'd often had as a young teen, but how was anyone to know that? He'd proven in his past that he'd just as happily set a stranger on fire if provoked.

For awhile he'd taken back to the streets, become something close to an animal in his anger and grief, but eventually he'd cleaned himself up and presented himself to her as a friend. That's when he found out about the wedding, and (clenching the lighter in his pocket) said he'd never come. But here he is in a back pew, dangerously quiet and trying to resist the urge to fry the guy standing beside the altar, when a note is brought to the front of the building and whispers break out like a virus. Claire's not coming. She's gone. She's backed out.

He's up like a shot, sprinting to the back entrance of the building and bowling through the door just in time to see her, in her beautiful white dress and veil, with one leg in the backseat of a cab.]

Claire. [She leans into the cab, and he calls out loudly, almost frantically.] Claire!

[ Claire has never once blamed him for the fire. She knows him too well, but... She had to stand with her family. They almost lost Lyle and Muggles. Claire had to get them out. She remembers it vividly. And, healing or no healing, she could still feel the lick of flames and the smoke consumption of her lungs. It killed her a time or two, actually, in the literal sense, but she managed to get everyone out safely. It wasn't the first time she had to take the blast for her family, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. At least John wasn't a walking nuclear reactor like Ted had been.

She worried about him when he left, and she'd tried to find him a time or two... She knew that her family thought he was unforgivable - or at least her dad and Lyle did - and that she shouldn't have anything to do with him. She hated it. The point of bringing him in was to help him, not to cast him out like everyone else had. But... Her family too precedence.

When they reconnected down the line, Claire was already engaged. After the government stopped hunting them, Alex - the boy from the comic shop she harbored and helped escape capture - came back into her life, hunted her down, and they started dating. They were together for awhile, and Claire was reasonably happy. Her view of relationships remained jaded, however, and that put a big dampener on things. It didn't help that she still worried about John, thought about him, constantly. Regardless, she was spoken for, and they agreed to be friends. Nothing more.

That hurt.

When Alex asked her to marry him, Claire was happy... Mostly. The back of her mind was riddled with lingering thoughts of someone from her past, but she went through the motions, planned the wedding with her mom and her father's (reluctant) blessings... Everything seemed to be perfect. But the day came, and something wouldn't let Claire enter that church. She felt a tug telling her to leave, telling her to get out, and there was an all-consuming fear right along with it. What if she hurt Alex? She didn't want to, and it was better to hurt him now than years down the line in their marriage, right? It was better to walk away while she had the chance, while he had a chance to move on and find someone else, than to pretend everything was as they wanted it to be for years and years while misery and discontent built up within her. Wasn't it?

It hurts. It hurts to walk away from him, because she does care for him, but not whole-heartedly. There is a piece of her that belongs to someone else, that will always belong to someone else, and she can't betray that piece of her. It is a large piece of her; the largest, in comparison to her other emotions. She writes a note, entrusts it to Peter, apologizes to him for the mess with a tearful hugging session... She's met with understanding. Peter has always been her hero; there has always been a reason for that. Here he is, saving her again.

Her makeup is destroyed, she's clearly been crying for awhile, but the cabby doesn't ask questions. She gets in, demands he drive, and holds up her wallet so he knows he'll get what he wants. There is someone she needs to find, and only one place with the technology to find him.

She's in such an emotional haze that she almost doesn't register the voice calling her name. She knows it; she knows exactly who it belongs to, but she simply thinks her mind is playing tricks on her. Replaying memories... That's the same voice that called out to her as she ran into her burning house to save her brother. The second time it calls, however, the tone is different, and closer. Louder. More real.

She turns her head and looks behind her, and she sees him running toward her. The cabby grows impatient, grunting in dissatisfaction when she asks him to wait for her, but she gathers up her dress and steps back out of the car anyway. She can't move. Something immobilizes her entirely, but she stares at him as he runs toward her. What is he doing here? He said he wasn't going to come... ]

John?

Didn't love him as much as you thought, huh? This is pretty low, though, the runaway bride thing. I thought I was the selfish one.

[He tries to make it sound offhand and callous, but the wall around his emotions has some pretty massive and obvious seams.]

You'd better be really sure, because I'm pretty sure you won't get a second chance at this. Having someone desert you tends to leave a permanent scar.

[And then it's all just falling apart, and his face works to keep from crumpling entirely.]

Damnit, Claire. Don't you dare tell me you're doing this because of me. Don't you dare.

He deserves better. [ And then she's on the defensive, upset, hurt at being called selfish when she's already dealing with the guilt on her own. ] It's more selfish of me to go through with something when my heart's just -- not in it. You have no idea what this has been like for me. [ Fresh emotions choke at her voice, strangle her tone, and fresh tears well in her eyes even as she speaks, fierce and angry. ]

Alex understands what it's like for people like us. He'll be okay.

[ Oh. Oh, he's not the only one falling apart. Claire's face turns from anger to despair. Complete and utter dissolution of any sort of strength she was hanging onto. She is already feeling emotionally raw... Confused and lost. Distraught. ]

I don't regenerate anything past molecules, John. I can't just snap my fingers and make everything go away.

This isn't why I came back. Was I pissed when I heard about it? Yeah, but -

[Her heart's not in it? God, she really does still care about him, doesn't she? That's not how it works. People care, they stop, they disappear. Or he disappears, because the caring's bound to end anyway. How can she still look at him like this, after everything that's happened?]

I almost killed everyone. Except you, and you would've had to keep living knowing that I did. Isn't that enough? Aren't you scared yet?

Then why did you?

[ She doesn't buy it, not entirely. Why would he find her, on her wedding day, if he didn't have something to say about it? Why would he come here? He has to know that it hurts her. He's not stupid. He couldn't be that dense. ]

I'm going to have to keep living after everyone's dead anyway, John. And it wasn't your fault. It was an accident. Dad and Lyle might not see it that way. They don't get it, they never have. They've always -- been like reverse Magneto. There's them, and there's us. But I knew better, and Mom did too.

[ Scared? Claire hugs around herself, rubbing at her bare upper arms idly, trying to keep her thoughts from jumbling. ]

I've never been scared of you.

[ She traveled with them for so long. Longer than either he or Dean had ever expected. At first, she'd been like Jo-- sweet, feisty, damn useful. But, things had changed. Over time, he'd stopped convincing himself that he felt toward her like he might toward a sister. That she wasn't going to disappear, that he wouldn't be responsible for her death. He'd promised himself that. While she looked out for them, he, in return, kept a very close eye on her.

That was how things had been. He hadn't said anything to her, and hadn't planned on it, given his track record. But, it was enough to be with Claire, to see her, to harbor a growing love for her from next to where she was.

Until, she wasn't there anymore. He'd gotten skittish, or maybe reality had set in. He knew that one way or another, he'd end up being responsible for something horrible happening to the woman he loved most. So, he'd quietly suggested that she head home, where she'd be safe. They'd argued, and it had ended up a more panicked and violent thing than he'd ever anticipated. She'd fought back, of course she had, but he insisted. And then, she was gone.

That's how it'd been for months. Maybe it'd been a year, even. Either way, she wasn't in their life anymore, and each day was like going on without something crucial locked in his life. Except, on this particular Friday, when he'd woken up in the dark, blinking drearily into the light of the alarm clock, things were different. He turned, sleepily, and it took all of five seconds to realize that someone was there.

Automatic reaction? Panicked flailing, scrambling off the bed. He snatched up the pistol from the bedside table, and saw quickly that Dean wasn't in the room (bathroom, maybe?) Either way-- ]

Hey. Who are you?

[ A year, just about. Too long. It was what Sam said he wanted. She'd been hurt; she kept hurting. The entire time. She missed him, and she worried about him every day. By the time her prideful anger subsided and she'd resolved to go looking for them, to find them again, they were long gone. Three months. The other nine she'd spent traveling, following them from city to city, trying to catch up - but she never managed to.

She didn't call, she didn't write. She just wanted to find them. She didn't need Sam sending her a message back, telling her not to come. She didn't need to be hand-held and dictated to on what she did with her life. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to travel with them, and that was that. She would show up, out of the blue, and she would follow them herself if they didn't let her join in. She would force her way back into their lives if she had to. But she couldn't be away from Sam anymore.

It wasn't fair.

So she finally managed to catch up with them, about a year after she'd left. She jimmied the lock - thanks, Dean, for that skill - and snuck in late. Dean was gone somewhere; probably at the bar, maybe out looking for leads, but Sam was alone, and asleep. She didn't want to wake him. So she climbed into bed next to him, and she slept more peacefully than she had in a year.

When she wakes up, however, it's abrupt and less than the friendliness she expected. It's dark, so she guesses he just can't tell it's her. She stirs and looks at him with a lazy smile on her face. ]

It's only been a year. Am I really that forgettable?

[ He recognizes the voice at once, and when he really looks, the shape of her body. His breath catches, and he drops his guard, hands lowering carefully to his sides. ]

Claire? [ Sam swallows, heart pounding in mild panic. ] You-- How'd you find us?

I've been following you for the last nine months. [ She laughs, almost bitterly. ] Or, trying to. It took me this long to catch up.

[ She's learned from them, that's for sure. They make certain to cover their tracks, but she learned. That she was able to find them at all impresses him, and at the same time... a twisted, lonely pang strikes him.

Still. His heart pounds with a vigor it hasn't felt in a while, and he drops his shoulders, defeated. ]

Claire... you shouldn't be here.

[~~Sylar~~ Gabriel steps into the elevator without much thought, reaching up towards the panel inside. The button for the tenth floor compresses just before his fingers reach it; he can't help himself sometimes, but it's too subtle for the average person to really notice. Then he adjusts the baseball cap on his head, pulling it a little lower over his eyes as he steps back into the corner.

A cursory glance at the other person with him makes him freeze and his heart starts pounding. Gabriel turns slightly to face the wall, trying to hide himself from her. After all they went through so many years ago, he can't imagine Claire ever forgiving him. Even though he's changed.

His eyes shoot up to the panel displaying the changing floors. Six... Seven..

There's a loud noise and the elevator bucks, throwing the former killer from the wall and onto his knees temporarily. He immediately looks to Claire to see if she's alright as the main light dies and the red emergency light flashes on.]

[ Claire has all but forgotten her former foes. She has pushed them far out of her mind, and made a pointed effort to live in places uncommon to her past. She has tried her best to put Sylar out of her mind, though there is the nagging reminder occasionally that eventually they may very well be the last two living human beings on Earth. The reality hits her most when she's at a funeral. Noah's was the most poignant of the recent ones she attended, and many memories and fears resurfaced. One day, they may cross paths simply because there are no other paths to cross.

However, the world is still relatively populated, and she has lived as normal a life as someone like her can live. Since she outed specials to the world, things have been a little easier as far as witness protection goes. She doesn't have to change her aliases, no matter how many times she moves. First of all, everyone knows who she is now, anyway, so her face is relatively distinctive. Second, people don't seem to find her threatening, so she can just be Claire Bennet wherever she goes and people know her as the person who brought specials to light. Not dangerous, just a girl who can heal. Sometimes she runs into trouble with people who are closed-minded about the whole evolved humans thing, but that's about it.

She keeps her eyes down in the elevator, preoccupied with the meeting she's about to go to instead of paying any attention whatsoever to the company she has. She doesn't even look up when he gets on, simply shifts to the side and keeps her eyes on the phone in her hand.

When the elevator screeches to a halt, Claire drops her phone and it skids across the floor as she grabs at the railing around the sides of the elevator to get her balance. She's fine, but as soon as the lights grow dim and she regains her footing, her focus is on the glow of the phone and getting it back in her hands. If she can get signal, and they can't get out soon, she'll need to be able to call and let the board of individuals she's meeting with know that she's stuck.

She kneels to pick up the phone and doesn't look at the face of the person who shares the elevator until she lifts her head. She finally speaks to the stranger as she rises. ] You okay?

[ Then slowly, as she stands up, it registers. She tenses instantly, clenching her phone a little tighter and gritting her teeth heavily to try and keep her cool. It's been years, more than she can count, since this feeling of nausea has flooded her senses. ]

You. What are you doing here?

I'm- [He begins, but she's already cutting him off with accusations. He flinches slightly at the venom in her response. It's not just her tone, which is actually fairly calm, but the way her muscles tense and she becomes tighter and more stiff just looking at him. He has hoped that that fear would have faded with time and yet here she is.

Gabriel pulls the cap from his head and runs a hand through his hair to smooth it out. He shows it to her, the company's name scrawled across the front: SIMPLE SYSTEMS.]

I'm here to repair a network system. Remember? I know how things work.

[He tries to sound light, but his voice is tentative at best. Gabriel swallows and continues to stand exactly where he is, not wanting to make her any more nervous than she clearly is already. The beat of his heart is still visible in his ears as he watches her. He blinks, a translucent cover sliding horizontally over his eyes for a split second - his own nictitating membrane. An ability he picked up from an old man in Tennessee a decade ago. It's gone as quickly as it came, but it gives him a momentary different view of the elevator.

Shifting his weight awkwardly, Gabriel watches Claire and her phone, wondering if he should allow her to call outside before they have a chance to talk. His own phone is nestled in his pocket, but he makes no move for it.]

I'm not who I was.

I think it's crap. You can't miss what you've never had, right? You have to feel love before you can know that being without it is apparently the ultimate shits. So just go without it, and spare yourself the trouble.

[He talks a big game for someone who's been completely smitten with this woman from the moment he met her. But love has never been on the table for him, so he just lives somewhere between denial and forced ignorance.]

[Hello John, have the most indignant, almost surprised look ever.]

Sure, maybe that would be true if people weren't hardwired to fall in love in the first place. We know what it is innately, and that's where the longing comes from.

[Nariko appears to debate something, sighing a bit.]

Besides, even though it can be rough, I think even if it ends badly you learn more from being in love than just avoiding it your whole life. Hence the saying.

Hardwired to - you're seriously arguing genetics with a mutant? [He lets out a sharp laugh.] Living proof that humans can evolve into and out of anything? All any species needs is reproduction - there's no proving if love is genetic or just something that was made up to keep the guy around and give the kids a better chance of surviving, and we've believed in it so long that we think it's part of our DNA.

[She rolls her eyes at him]

Yes, yes I am! I've yet to run into any mutants that don't feel a psychological desire to be loved and needed by another being. The whole abilities thing might be a whole different thing.

[Not that she has any real idea of course, her specialty is mechanics, not science-y stuff.]

You really don't believe in love, then? Not even just a little?

[There might be a little disappointment in her voice.]

I don't have time to. [Idly, flicking his lighter open with one hand and staring down at the flame, then closing it again.] I've seen what "love" does to people, I've watched Bobby change - it stops everything else and makes itself your number one focus. I've got more important things to do.

[There's just the quickest dart of his eyes up to meet hers (did she really sound disappointed, or was what his imagination?), and then they're focussed back on the lighter. Flick, it's open. Let one of his more irritating habits distract her from the longing in that look, that's a good plan. Flick.]

Of course it changes you to some extent, but what happened to Bobby doesn't have to happen to you. Not every couple is the same.

[No, it wasn't his imagination and she doesn't miss that look. It confirms an immediate suspicion of hers. She darts forward to snatch the lighter, not because it annoys her but because he's not the only one who likes to play with fire.]

You're afraid.

[It wouldn't matter who she was, that action was tailor-made to piss him off. He gives her one chance, leveling her with a look of controlled fury.]

Give it back.

[And for a second there, it may be painfully clear that she almost wants to piss him off. It would give her an excuse to punch his face in, refusing to even let himself love someone and all. Nariko understands it - as much as she can anyway - that it must be harder for him but still, she wants to see him happy. Not an emotionally repressed hermit.]

I swear you're the only one who can make me listen.

[Mostly because she couldn't stand him being upset with her, so Nariko offers it right back. But now she's worried on top of remaining horribly oblivious.]

I'm sorry.

[Did she mention not being able to stand him being upset with her? To the extent that she would even blatantly apologize. No funny business or anything.]

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[He snatches it out of her hand, making sure it's safely pocketed away before addressing her words. He's touchy about his lighter, okay.

But... the only one who can make her listen?]

What's that supposed to mean? [But he doesn't sound defensive. He sounds - if anything, he sounds unusually hesitant. Almost vulnerable.]

[She knows, she knows.

Meanwhile, her head tilts, a grin on her face to cover a set of nerves.]

It means exactly what the words imply. I don't just pay attention to anyone. Way too awesome for that.

[But anyway! Back on topic.]

I hope you can change your mind, sometime soon.

So why me?

[No, he's not dropping this topic. It sounds like he's begging for compliments, but really, he needs her to say something if this means more than "Hey, man, you're a great friend." Because he's not going out on a limb for a chance.]

[Oh, fuck.]

I don't know!

[Yes she does, and it shows in her eyes right before she directs them elsewhere.]

It's just [She's really not the type of girl to know how to dance around topics and remain ambiguous. Which likely means she fails at being a girl in general.] It's you. I don't ever want things to be messed up between us, and I really don't care about anyone elses opinions and all that mess.

[Wow she is so bad at this, but it's definitely more than a 'hey you're a great friend' kind of deal.]

Shit. [He stares for a long, long time before bursting into unsteady laughter.] Shit. You're just so smooth, you know? You've got such a way with words.

[But he can't laugh the whole thing off, not a chance. He soon grows more somber, trying to impart the full depth of his words in his tone.]

I've never. Never cared about anything other than myself. I've never had a choice. If I'm gonna change that - I need to know that it's for more than just some girl who thinks I have a hot ass or gets off on fire. I need to know that when shit gets ugly, she's still gonna be there. Because shit can get really ugly around me.

[Augh, wow, okay. He has maybe forty-five seconds before she decides to punch him sideways. Goddamn.

Nariko is almost relieved when he gets serious, though there's a fair bit of apprehension that comes along with that.]

... For the record I do get off on fire. Just to be honest.

[(And he does have a nice ass.) Except that's not the point and she knows that. It's just that this is the part where she answers and like he said, Nariko isn't all that smooth when put on the spot about something personal like this.]

But - I think there are more important things than that. Even knowing things can go south at any moment is pretty fucking terrifying. [But that's life in general. It just so happens that, unsurprisingly, his life is very different from some others.] Some things in life are worth all the ugly shit and more. If it means giving it a fair shot and being with them.

At least that's what I think.

[He lets out a little laugh at that, grabbing a flame off one of the candles in the cafe and holding it out for a moment.] I'd figured that much out. [It swells and shrinks, dances to his tune, just a little show to lighten things up a bit.]

So. [He finally closes his fingers around the flame, snuffing it out.] The only question left, as I see it, is this: are you talking hypothetically, or are we doing this?

[It's time for someone to bring this back into reality. They're both dancing around the issue, which is ridiculous for two strong personalities like theirs. As insecure as he feels about the issue, he won't deal with uncertainty forever.]

[It is so painfully, terribly obvious that she wants to touch it. She is one of those crazy girls who runs her fingers over fire, quick enough to keep from being burned but never long enough to feel satisfied. Aside from that and maybe the slight obsession with guns, Nariko is relatively tame. The one element is just familiar to her, comforting and perfect. Always has been.

She pouts as it goes out, looking back to him, lips parted and ready to deliver a sarcastic quip, a dumb joke. But he gets right to it and for a moment there Nariko is a nervous girl, one who can't stand rejection any more than he can.

But it is true that of all things, Nariko is strong. She's not a mutant but she isn't someone to intentionally piss off either, and yet this is getting her? No. Not acceptable.

So Nariko's answer is to lean over their small table and press her lips over his, simple at first until her hands rest on his shoulders, hold his face and she adds depth to it, a small sense of urgency. And when neither of them can breathe she sits back down, smirking.]

There's my answer.

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[Considering the fact that she had sent that text message out to the wrong person, things weren't exactly in her favor but the guy on the other side of the door wasn't exactly a stranger, so really, she hadn't had a whole lot of reservations when he was the recipient...

... However, it wasn't meant for him and there she was, standing in front of him without her pants on, cell phone clutched in her hand. What was she supposed to do? He wasn't awful looking- in fact, she was pretty caught up in the strange gleam in his eye and she decided that getting closer wasn't a bad thing.

Or at least it wasn't until she touched his arm and it was ice cold, which was the exact opposite of what she had been used to. She took a step back, locked the door behind her and ran her hands up his arms, an amused and completely exasperated look on her face. She knew what he was, and she was positive that the only way out of this one was to be a smooth operator, or at least an operator that covered her neck.

With a nervous laugh, she looked up at him and cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowed.]

Looking for a free lunch, hm?

[ It was a good thing he'd been feeding when he got the first text message or this little meeting would have been over in the blink of an eye.

He'd been curious what she'd do, and now that he knew he found it both amusing and intriguing. Was she trying to seduce him? Obviously she wasn't aware of how little that was likely to help her in the end, and it was almost kind of cute in its own way.

He was sated, but when she stepped closer her scent still became quite distracting, burning like acid poured down his throat. He raised an eyebrow at her as icy hands settled on her hips to keep her from coming closer (and maybe to cop a feel while he was at it). ]

Thanks, but I already ate.

[ He flashed her a wide grin, a wicked gleam in his ruby eyes. It was a bit of a test, to see how she'd react to the conclusion that must be drawn from that statement. Someone had died this night. By his hand. ]

I was just curious about what you'd do.

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[ Oh, she knew all about vampires; her best friend was obsessed and the way that they were talked about in her world? Well, she was surprised to find that he was the first one she came into contact with. Werecreatures were more frequent in her life given her job, but hey- beggars can't be choosers, and she was barely asking for it to begin with. From what she expected, a very cute guy her age was supposed to come through that door. This was just a more interesting surprise.

His touch gave her shivers and her first reaction was to move closer, but he was holding her still- probably better off that way, but she was stubborn and hated being told no, thus she started to kick around ideas in her head: get closer, potentially die. Run away? Potentially die. She was in a lose/lost, a catch 22. There was nothing left to do but just be there, and when he made that comment about already eating? Well, she wasn't exactly excited.

Then again, he was what he was; she was just something filled with blood. Not exactly the best way to start off a first meeting. ]

Open the door, scramble for my pants... Meet a vampire.

[ There was irony there, somewhere. Her hand trailed up and down his arm before stopping on his hand, a challenging look on his face; if he was going to kill her, he would. No point in acting regretful if you were doomed to die. ]

Did you want me to beg you? 'Please, don't kill me?'

Most people do, if given the time.

[ As a general rule he tried to not be a messy eater, with the occasional exception here and there.

He could feel her twitch under his hands, that inclination to come closer, and he almost wanted to laugh. But she couldn't be blamed, really. He was after all a creature meant to be alluring.

His hand encircled her wrist so that he could lift it to his face, brushing hard lips against the pulse he could feel ticking there as he inhaled her scent again. He might possibly be a tad on the masochistic side, since that caused him nothing but pain. ]

I didn't want anything in particular, that would have taken some of the fun out of it.

Please, [But it was barely above a whisper, her rational thoughts being chased away as he pressed his lips to her skin. She knew she was supposed to run, but that wasn't a possibility now. Besides, he didn't seem threatening outside of the general notion that he had just killed someone and was a murderer by nature.

Those were minor details, ones that she could push away for a minute or two.

Fighting him for control of her hand, Bliss guided her touch to his hair, trying to keep the contact going. It was amazing, his coldness. Unnatural and entrancing. She could see how this was a problem for many.]

Don't kill me. I'm more fun alive, I promise.

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[ It would have been easy to keep her hand right where it was, her mere human strength not really anything at all compared to his. But he was willing to play along for now, running his fingers through her hair instead. ]

Most people aren't much of anything once they're dead, so that really isn't saying much.

[ But it was almost a kind of challenge now, to see if he could restrain himself. He'd never been able to resist a challenge. ]

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They say you only get to die once.

[Even if he were alive, it was easy to see that he had years on her before meeting his ultimate fate. She didn't mind the age; she never had, it was something that kept her interesting and pushed her to act smarter, maybe even more considerate.

In this situation, it could be debated if there was such thing as consideration and she had to wonder if she was drunk on the idea of him being so alluring without explanation or if it was just her being stupid.

She went with a mix of both and tilted her head into his hand, her body leaning into his. It was a deadly and stupid game of cat and mouse; she should have been a tiger. Tigers at least stood a chance.]

Besides, if you kill me here, someone will find me. What's it to you, anyway? [Her voice was shaking with the promise of a wisecrack, a smile tugging at her lips.] Afraid of a little human?

So what if they do find you? They won't find me.

[ He'd heard rumors about his old friend Carlisle's son, Edward. That he'd gone and fallen in love with a human.

It had tickled Garrett's curiosity. It was so easy to set aside the fact that he himself had been one once, to think of people as nothing but prey. Killing to stay alive had not been a new thing for him. He'd been a soldier before he was turned, after all.

But here was this slip of a girl, who knew exactly what he was and who still seemed about as excited as she was frightened. It was interesting, and a kind of interaction with humans that he hadn't really had for a long time, choosing the life of a nomad for himself, drifting from place to place.

His laughter was low and pleasant as a cold finger slid a little under the waistband of her underwear and traced a chilly line across her front. A bit uncooth? Why, yes. ]

Why would I be afraid of you, girl?

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Someone would miss me. Someone-

[But that thought was gone, because his touch was so cold on her skin that she shuddered and pushed into him, her hands moving to grasp the back of his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His threat wasn't missed, it scared the hell out of her. There was no mistake there.

However, that touch on her skin set off a reaction that was so raw and sudden that she couldn't help but feel a bit lit up.

No one had ever touched her like that. Ever. Even if she wanted to deny it and hit him, there was no chance of doing that, and even if she tried, it would be because she was shy, not because she didn't like it. Instead, she stuttered and looked up at him, blue eyes wide.]

Y-Y-You should be.

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[ Even if she did hit him, she'd only end up hurting her own hand anyway.

It was fascinating, really, how this warm little creature seemed to crave the cold touch of one such as he. Sure, it could all just be a desperate play to get out of this alive, but that didn't really make it less interesting to him.

If she really thought she could survive by offering herself like that, one had to wonder why. At least Garrett had to, because that's what he did. He asked questions. ]

Why should I be?

[ A hand slid under her shirt and up her back, a solid block of cold against the heat of her flesh while the other trailed icy circles on her thigh. ]

You like me, don't you?

[ Asked with amused surprise. ]

[His hands were literally like ice and when they pushed against her back, she gasped and nearly jumped into his chest, her legs spreading wider as he plays with her skin.

Naturally, there is only one word that she has on her mind: cold. She's close to chattering away, as she's been half-dressed for almost an hour and now she's got her own AC system blowing on her body, but now it's a game, one that she's growing rather fond of.

She likes the way his eyes look, they scare the holy terror out of her but he feels good (cold, but good; it's a strange thing) and she has to peel herself off of him just to get her hands stationed on his waist. They're idling there, just for good measure.]

I could answer that, but you already know the answer, don't you?

[She took her hands off of him and slowly peeled off her shirt, suddenly very conscious of the bright pink bra she wore that day. With a grimace, she looked away and sighed.]

Laundry day.

[ He laughed a little again, it was a warm sound hinting that around those he wasn't considering making a meal out of he was probably fun company. ]

Don't worry, it looks good against your skin tone.

[ He slid his coat off, carelessly letting it drop to the floor. The skin on his arms, visible now since his shirt was a sleeveless one, almost seemed to glow it was so pale. ]

And maybe I do know the answer, but I can't know that unless you tell me, now can I?

Oh, is that how this works?

[His human girl then does something unexpected: her hands shoot up to run down his arms and she cocks her head to the side, blue eyes wide on him like a deer in headlights.

Well, he's a sexy deer in headlights, but she couldn't help but laugh in return- what an odd situation to be in.] Then yes, you sarcastic fool. I like you, I like you and you're a vampire with the coldest damn hands I've ever felt.

[But she doesn't mind, and just as she goes to speak, Bliss raises one of her hands to his chest, her finger resting above his heart. She's 'warming' him.] What, don't you like me?

Oh no, I like you.

[ He pulls her close, presses her against the full length of his ststue-like form so she can feel for herself just how much.

He bends his head to put his lips against her ear, stubble scraping against her cheek a little. ]

Good enough to eat.

I think that if you wanted to bite me, [Her hands trailed down his chest to his waist, fingers gently toying at the button on his pants with a bit of innocent glee-- He wouldn't really let her, would he?] You would have by now.

I'd offer you my neck, but... [One finger slips under the elastic band in his trousers and she looks up at him, eyes half closed. Was she even trying to protest?] This is more fun.

Do you know that your scent, while lovely, makes it feel like a rod of hot iron has been shoved down my troat?

[ Oh, he'll let her. He's committed to this now, the challenge has been accepted. His teeth scrape oh so carefully over the skin on her neck, and he shivers as he can feel the pulse there ticking away, tempting him. But the razor sharp edges draw no blood, they just hint that they could, so very easily. She is such a fragile thing, like a little bird. And still so brave. He likes that. ]

[She's staying so still in that moment, especially taking in the fact that he has the ability to kill here there, just on the other side of her skin. It's nervous tension, the kind that makes a person stand on edge with only once choice ahead: go big or go home.]

Did you know that though your skin is ice sold, you make me feel burning hot?

Certainly feels that way.

[ Compared to his her skin is scorching, and he wishes he could steal some of that warmth for himself. Not because he feels any chill, but because her heat is so delicious.

But for that he would have to drain her, and even then it wouldn't make much of a difference.

With smooth movements he pulls his shirt off, leaving his chest bare. He toes his shoes off and then in a sudden flurry of movement entirely meant to startle her he picks her up. ]

Shall we then?

[That movement gets a whimper out of her, but she's not shying away and her face isn't covered; she can't be nervous because it's a different sort of attention, one that she's craving. One that she's never really wanted but now she's got it.

Her hands move to his shoulders and her fingers toy with his cold skin for a minute, but she's not scared, she's breathing slow and steady. This is a delicate kind of thing, or at least the reminder of death is.

She takes a hand off of him, moves it to his mouth and takes his taste without regard for fear or repercussion. With a gravely moan, she's got enough bravery to make her kryptonite, but she pulls away after a few moments and stares at him, forehead to forehead.]

I had to. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.

[ He laughs a little hoarsely himself as he stalks towards the bed. Did she hurt him? ]

Didn't make me hurt any worse than I already was, but you nearly got yourself killed there, girl.

[ Which of course made this whole thing seem like an even riskier idea.

That should have been something to change his mind, probably, and it really, really wasn't. ]

[Every time he mentioned her mortality, or the way that she was fragile, Bianca's eyes lit up with a different kind of fire. She didn't know just how fragile she was in comparison, but she knew that with every movement he made, her eyes were on him and her breath was caught in her throat. He was intoxicating and distracting.

She wanted more. She always wants more.]

Let me try again?

[ They are very alike in that way. Garrett wants more, wants to know and experience and learn and overcome.

He gently sat her down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her, hands resting on her thighs. ]

Go ahead.

[ He could handle it. He thought. ]

I'm sorry, you know.

[But the words barely came out before her mouth was back on his and her hands were tangled up in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted like perfection, and even though he was ice cold and made her shudder, Bianca yearned for that chilled touch.

She wanted him]

S-s-sorry, sorry.

[ It had been a while since he'd kissed anyone, and if she thought he tasted good he would have argued that it couldn't possibly measure up to how tempting her mouth was to him. ]

Don't be sorry.

[ There was nothing to be sorry for. ]

He slid his hands over her thighs and hooked his fingers in his underwear, giving them a slight tug. Time for these things to come off, he felt. ]

"Well, fuck," Alec grumbled as he jabbed at the various elevator buttons as an utterly useless and futile gesture. "I mean. Really. Just...and this time it wasn't my fault."

Annoyed he half flung himself against the back wall of the elevator and crossed his arms.

She couldn't believe it, honestly. There were a hundred thousand things she needed to get done that day and yet there she was, trapped with the guy that could sometimes make conversation with her but generally made her feel like she was a member of an alien species. This? Surreal.

With a few irritated yet ineffective jabs at the panel, she crossed her arms and sank down to the floor, eyeing him warily. "I don't think you have the ability to break the elevator. It's fine."

He hasn't quite recognized her yet as he's focused on the lack of elevator movement.

"You'd be surprised," Alec said. He sank down on the other side of the elevator and crossed his legs. "This'll be fun."

"Anyone who can break an elevator should be screened before they use them."

It was a joke, or at least she meant it to be; there was a hint of a smile on her face and she cradled her head in her hands, elbows on her knees.

"Too bad we don't have any water. We could do this like Survivor or something."

"It's a thing... I disrupt stuff sometimes."

There's a wave of his hand like it's no big deal that he occasionally disrupts things like elevators.

"Ugh. I hated Survivor. Is that show still on."

She glances over at him and raises an eyebrow. A guy who didn't like reality TV? Not unheard of, but still surprising for some reason.

"What do you mean, disrupt?"

He's not much for TV in general, he didn't grow up with it.

"Well...you know... like... make it not work briefly." Or not so briefly.

She raised an eyebrow and then turned away, tucking her hands under her knees. "Well, that's promising."

"Don't I know you?"

"Um. Yeah. I had that turkey problem."

She laughed for a second, gave him a once over and then stared up at the ceiling with a bemused expression on her face. "Told you we shoulda tried going for peace."

"Peace is boring. Fire is fun," he says with the serene confidence of a true pyromaniac.

"Are you just gonna just... It must be the the turkeys." It's nice to see him confident. It suits him.

"What about the turkeys?" he asks. "And no, I'm not going to set the elevator on fire. That isn't helpful for anyone."

Are you okay with M/M and something with John here? And any preferences?

( sure! i'm not too familiar with bbc sherlock, but i'll give it a shot. as for preferences, idk, i'm fine with anything as long as there's no smut? so yeah. )

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The Random Mass Shipping Meme

Lynn Minmay | Macross | OTA

Nagi | SMT: Devil Summoner 2: Raidou Kuzunoha vs King Abaddon | OTA

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Emma | Victorian Romance Emma | OTA

Terry Bogard | King of Fighters | M/F

I rolled an 11..this should be interesting.

Well then!

Sorry if my jumping in was too random for you..><;;

Pfft its no problem with me! I'll be slow though due to trying to catch up with game tags. ;w;b

Ah, it's fine! I'm pretty patient, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright? ^^

Vivienne | Phantasy Star Portable | OTA

Ko-Gil | Fate/hollow ataraxia

Caster | Fate/Extra | OTA

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John "Pyro" Allerdyce | X2 | OTA

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anna ( milton ) ; supernatural ; het.

iris fisher / anastasia ♦ ouat oc

buffy anne summers ⋆ buffy the vampire slayer ⋆ ota.

4! >x3

omg bloo he's so cute and inept.

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actually laughed very loudly and unattractively irl

sookie stackhouse ⋆ true blood ⋆ het.

chloe king ⋆ the nine lives of chloe king ⋆ het.

claire bennet ⋆ heroes ⋆ ota.

12, slightly manipulated.

oh my god my feelings.

sorry, not exactly fluff. but it just *grabbed* me. (1/2)

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no no it's okay ;aaaaaaa; 1/2.

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oh feefees...

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cassie blake ⋆ the secret circle ⋆ het.

Sirius Black | Harry Potter (Marauders Era) | OTA

emma swan ⋆ once upon a time ⋆ het.

Nariko Lunae | OC | m/f

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Garrett | Twilight Saga | OTA

Do you mind if we pick up from the other, with a 3 and then whatever afterward?

I don't mind at all!

Re: I don't mind at all!

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sorry, not exactly fluff. but it just grabbed me. (1/2)