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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.
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."
claire bennet ⋆ heroes ⋆ ota.
12, slightly manipulated.
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!
oh my god my feelings.
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?
sorry, not exactly fluff. but it just *grabbed* me. (1/2)
[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.
2/2
Damnit, Claire. Don't you dare tell me you're doing this because of me. Don't you dare.
no no it's okay ;aaaaaaa; 1/2.
Alex understands what it's like for people like us. He'll be okay.
2/2
I don't regenerate anything past molecules, John. I can't just snap my fingers and make everything go away.
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[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?
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[ 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.
1. :3
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?
oh feefees...
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?
c:
Claire? [ Sam swallows, heart pounding in mild panic. ] You-- How'd you find us?
♥
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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.
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SylarGabriel 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.]
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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?
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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.