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[kado-fortnite]

A drink isn’t enough to subdue me after that.

Should anyone need me, I’ll be unavailable for the remainder of the night.

Do not attempt to find me.

[reversecreek]

hi it’s me... clicks across the linoleum of the dash wearing high heels w a spray tan like i’m a member of jersey shore suddenly..... best summary of willa is that she got moira rose as her #1 chara on a What Character Are You Most Like personality test out of thousands of options.... says so much. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here 😋 like this or hmu fr plots!!

* ashley moore, cis female + she/her  | you know willa deneurve, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, most of her life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to watch me by the pom poms like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole sticking gold stars over old polaroids until you can barely see faces, dressing as marie antoinette at your high school prom & delivering fake laughter to a bratz doll you’re pretending is a talkshow host thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 1st, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

willa ws born to honestly like….. the perfect family not to honk my own tit bt……………. they were jst rly quite wholesome. her mum celeste was this larger than life person who could never b contained by the four walls of any room she was in. she hd the presence of a gold glitter chess piece on an otherwise mundane wooden board. her dad marlon used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he landed her bc he was just this like. rly average guy by all accounts n purposes….. blended into the sea in high skl……. had a few close friends but was never rly Notable or made a proper impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him coasting thru life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before. they just Clicked n no-one cld believe she’d chosen him bt she was jst. completely head over heels n didn’t care what anyone had to say bc that was That

willa always very much took after celeste…… there’s this one quote i remember reading that goes vaguely like “my mom and i would sit and listen to leonard cohen and joni mitchell lyrics together. from a young age i remember her being like "i’m playing this song and when it’s done i want u to tell me what’s happening in it” n she would give me a fake glass of wine when i was 8 and i would listen and b like. i think there was an affair.” which so much summarises their dynamic…… she ws just so like. dramatic n fun n always encouraged that in willa too. her mum was like. everything she aspired to be…… got scouted by a modelling agency in college n shot one campaign before blowing it off simply bc she was bored. starred lead in a play. spent a few weeks travelling asia selling handmade candles shaped like koi fish or curled up foxes or elegantly stretched hands. dated a parisian movie star during a break she and her father took n was featured in tabloids on his arm at the premiere. sm fun n exotic stories willa literally cldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to willa as a kid her dad wld roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all b playful n he’d smile bc he honestly cldn’t get enough either. the stuff dreams are made of luv (lizzie mcguire stans rise)

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur walking down a flight of stairs n then out of nowhere u miss a step n u get that lurch in ur stomach like ur in free fall? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting frozen yogurt and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t rly remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying “dad chose pecan. who chooses pecan?” n repeating that over n over n over until it didn’t rly register in her ears as english any more.

willa was uprooted from irving at 11 to go n live w her aunt in NY. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt blanche hd always been a little unconventional bt extremely glamorous. she lived in an old defunct theatre she’d bought out n came from a lot of money. willa’s mum’s side of the family hd always been well off bt celeste opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas blanche ws jst balls to the walls dripping w eccentric excess…. wld say she was never naked bc she ws always wearing black opium by yves saint laurent…… probably the living embodiment of la vie boheme….. she’d been admitted a yr early to a rly prestigious parisian design school n is an AMAZING seamstress. a corset she stitched a broadway star into got commissioned fr an actress’ red carpet walk at an indie film festival. rly just lived such a life rich w lots of stories n lots of talent too…… had that star quality essence tht her mum had n that was smthn willa found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation like this (one involving so much sudden change) wld cause a kid of tht age to withdraw into her shell bt willa only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. the tear jerker tale someone tells during their x factor audition to get the judges rooting for them. mentally streamlining things. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to b a point to it right? willa decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she ws literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous n i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

rly heavily immersed herself in her high skl theatre scene……. loved experimenting w fashion n literally wore the most outlandish things like. she treated the hallways like her milan f/w debut every new school yr…… a lot of the things she wore were actual like. costumes frm her aunt’s collection…… she has a multi-story closet u have to climb ladders to reach things in like a very rustic library…. it rly wasn’t uncommon for willa to turn up one day corsetted like a pirate with billowing sleeves or sporting the baby blue gingham of a swedish milk maid. it’s like she literally jst…… became a role. always. every day. the world ws her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh n honestly? icon. we love to see it. willa partied a bunch n rly lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility was concerned…. her aunt ws her best friend…… made rly gd friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that….. lots of wild nights turned grossly bright mornings

snagged an agent fresh into her first yr of college (she gt accepted to a pretty competitive theatre program at [redacted] in NY bc i haven’t looked into what that wld be yet <3 i’m merely a helpless british lass <3) n booked a few commercials n things….. when i say willa wld enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m rly not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN n just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed popping a bubble in her gum as they all glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

i feel like she got a pretty big role in a theatre production in her last yr at school. haven’t decided what yet. maybe smthn rocky horror or even mimi in rent. this was meant to b some like huge moment for willa like yes girl finally making it ur on ur way this is what u wanted n she WAS happy abt it but once it was wrapped she jst had this strange like Huh feeling in her chest……. n a la celeste w all her exciting stories was just like well i’ve done that so what’s next? i think she’d graduate n then jst suddenly decide to move to irving in a fit of impulse. to all her college friends she’d be like “ugh a beach retreat is so necessary honestly the city is sooooooooo toxic this place cld literally enlarge my pores if i wasn’t so rigorous with my skincare routine” bt like 🤔 what u seeking girl? results pending.

SO basically i feel like she finally moved back to irving little over a yr ago. she hd a brief stint starring on a reality tv show tht filmed in one of the larger beach houses where her dog gained a handful of fan accounts dedicated to him……. u maybe will see why in the first bullet point of her personality section………… FKGHKSHFGGKFSHKHG. honestly she ws received pretty well too (mostly bc she’s so fking dramatic n like a caricature of a person) bt it wasn’t anything to warrant actual Fame (despite what willa herself might think). she’s mostly jst like. chilling honestly. accepting scripts n flying out fr auditions still. she’ll nab the occasional part bt she’s looking for that One Thing that rly feels like her big moment….. otherwise i cn just imagine her treating irving like a little dollhouse compared to the roaring mansion of NYC n having fun playing around in it. strikes a pose w a hand on my hip…. and now to personality.

PERSONALITY:

got a very large n lithe greyhound n named him marlene dietrich bc she was a black n white hollywood starlet famously known for her affairs n “bedroom eyes”. willa was like ugh. icon status instantly. didn’t rly foresee the responsibilities tht came w owning a dog tht loves exercise n complains abt him being like “ugh he wants to run soooooooooo much 🙄 like where are u literally going”. having said tht loves him dearly n he can often be seen wearing little clothes. a baby’s bonnet. a quilted leather waistcoat. a custom dog boa. he’s very glamorous. willa calls him a gay icon despite no evidence to support this theory. she also says he can sniff out evil in ppl so she brings him sometimes when she’s first introduced to a friend’s new bf n if his nose quivers a certain way she’s like “marlene has spoken. it’s done”. her friends r like omg? what’s done? willa gets up n walks away without elaborating. marlene’s little paws clicking along the floor w attitude.

literally dressed as marie antoinette for her high skl prom even tho there was no theme pertaining to this. jst loves the spotlight. can fake cry and WILL to get out of a parking ticket or teach someone to watch their tone or even simply for the theatrics of it all. the Most dramatic………….. rly fits being an actress like when people find out what she does it’s very like oh that makes sense.

says she doesn’t get hangovers. she’s just like “i revoked that it doesn’t happen to me”. alludes tht this is bc she’s an all powerful deity that was Chosen to be Blessed bt really she’s jst great at bouncing back n acting fine even w a blistering headache. it’s about believing the performance so much that u even convince urself.

has an extremely elevated sense of self importance bc this is kind of the equivalent of several layers of bubble wrap to cushion her frm the world. strives to b extraordinary bc ordinary honestly feels like a death sentence n there’s nothing she’d want to b seen as less. despite this weight she puts on that she rly doesn’t tend to let ppl’s opinions affect fr the most part like she’s quite firmly set in this I’m Literally The Most Gorgeous And Beautiful Angel Star Creature To Walk This Narsty Little Earth view

probably an incredibly big fan of dramatic short lived love affairs. she wants the glamour of it all. the scandal. the randomly breaking up w someone in a public place n sliding on sunglasses after delivering the words over a freshly ordered coffee (tht she’ll leave without drinking bc that’s star power babey she waits fr no man or no hot beverage)…….. has no preference gets w any n all regardless of gender……… romanticises things so they hv a better spin or story in her head n doesn’t rly take things seriously like jst has fun in her fantasy world…. she’s like ugh chuck i know u wanted to marry me but i’m a beautiful bird in a cage n u literally need to undo the latch n set me free……. the guy’s like……. my name’s chase n we’ve only been on two dates….. willa’s like…… please don’t take this so hard i can tell ur besides urself but people r starting to stare……. gets up n leaves. no-one was staring. chase is confused n honestly probably semi concerned fr her welfare.

always has to b the hottest n most glamorous person in a grocery store…. probably goes to them when she doesn’t even need anything jst holding a basket nonchalantly over her forearm glancing over at a cashier in her wizard of oz corset seamed interpretation on a dorothy dress thinking he wants me soooo bad it’s not even funny….. seduces him over the check out counter jst for him to ask her to come back to his so she can lean back scandalised n cry “IS THAT THE KIND OF WOMAN U THINK I AM, PAUL?! YOU’RE A GHASTLY LITTLE MAN, YOU ARE….” with all the gusto of a telenovela. attracts the shocked glances of all surrounding elderly.

speaks fluent french. probably on her brief stint on tht reality show i mentioned earlier was like “ugh can you believe Deneurve of this guy?” n in her head was like this catchphrase is sensational it’ll catch on fast the twittersphere is abt to implode but it didn’t become a thing except for in a small isolated community. despite this she’s like “yeah it went viral….. go figure. just another day in the life.”

honestly like a lot of fun bt also a huge handful at the same time. keeps her real Serious emotions in a locked box bt is always overflowing w melodramatics n rly giving her all at the drop of a hat where Performing is concerned. probably Loves parties n sees them as another form of production in which she wants to b the lead. rly just. loves herself. except does she? 🤔 lifts my hand up like rihanna n winks. find out next time. lucky by britney plays as i slowly disintegrate in spiderman rp…..

WANTED CONNECTIONS

unrequited flame: willa burns thru people like matches. bright n fast. honestly i feel like she struggles to take romance seriously so it cld be fun to play around with someone who’s been singed by that in the past…. mayb they hd actual feelings whereas willa was just messing around n having fun…. living la vida loca so to speak…….. we can discuss a time frame or specifics to expand upon this but. sexy angst perhaps.

those she knew from childhood: willa moved to NY at 11 n i feel like it was very sudden n soon after the accident. maybe she didn’t even say goodbye. maybe they were rly close n all of a sudden she didn’t show up to school the next day n when they rode past her house on their bike the sign said sold and that was that. honestly very dramatic of her even at a young age. we love a disappearing act. houdini who?

acting rival: honestly jst feel like this cld be funny. willa’s so dramatic she’d be like i literally want them dead they’re a despicable little gremlin fr trying to steal my spotlight. cld be as simple as having auditioned a few times fr the same parts or something.

childhood sweetheart: i think it cld be rly cute n sad if there was someone that kind of echoed the dynamic her mum n dad had except she was the celeste n they were the marlon…. (open to any gender)…….. so like. willa was always very larger than life commanding attention in a room n they were more to the sidelines but they just kind of got each other n brought out the best in one another. added angst to the fact tht willa wld maybe want to avoid them as much as possible now bc it dredges up feelings she doesn’t want to confront where her parents r concerned n also in a way any possibility of them winding up together feels like sellotaping an expiration date to both of their foreheads in willa’s brain

someone who was either a fan of or also on the reality show willa was: i imagine it like a reinvention of the hills honestly except based in these irving beach houses…. probably didn’t run that long bt there was a bunch of drama on it mostly staged…… maybe they were willa’s love interest bt it was all fake fr the cameras…… it wasn’t like. a huge deal n didn’t rly catch flight so much where popularity’s concerned bt. cld be fun to play with <3

patti frands: jogs in high knees to translate that into party friends as i adjust my spectacles. willa’s very sociable bt she’s also like kind of full of herself n obnoxious so do with that what u will. KFHGKSHGKGHFSKG. she knows hw to have a gd time tho like growing up she was rly into the gay club scene n the drag scene in NY so like. let’s hear it fr the gays who know how to do it right <3

someone equally over the top: i luv the idea of willa having someone who just like runs with made up scenarios n roles she makes up on the spot n them hanging out is like a 24/7 improv session tht they reel random surrounding strangers just fr the fun thrill

the other woman: willa is quite detached n selfish so she wld easily be the other woman in a relationship n not care about it n this cld make for good spice <3

[lanamemories2]

clip clops in on horseback wearing a pointy little dunces hat n sipping frm a rly long crazy straw tht says ‘goblin’ w all of the swirls. Hlo. i’m nai n it’s rly nice to meet u all!!! 23 n she/ha pronouns. i’m one of the three admins here (cleo lazuli on the main) n i’m literally So Excited to get started i cld honestly beat my chest like caesar the ape over it. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here 👺🌚 

『KRISTINE FROSETH ❙ CIS-FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like LANA JAMESON is here for HER JUNIOR year as a DANCE student. SHE is 21 years old & known to be VIVACIOUS, ALLURING, CHILDISH & IMPULSIVE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ NAI. 23. GMT. SHE/HER.

AESTHETICS: 

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out into a cold breeze in just spaghetti strapped silk, a red lightening stripe painted over your eye like a new take on the scarlet letter, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off the bruised cap, doodling penises in condensation instead of sitting still, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, playing where’s waldo with your lipstick in the crowd of a party and finding red on at least six people’s mouths, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open. 

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him. jst a leetle bit Fractured in its intentions.

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) a mre recent point of history is her involvement w danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine who is possibly the antichrist??? pending investigation). he attended radcliffe n lived in a house w a group of guys near campus. it wsn’t a registered frat bt he essentially…ran it like one it ws kind of a weird set-up where he ws the King Of The Roost. essentially he found out tht lana n a guy called zeke slept together n he ended up beating him to near death in front of her bc his pride ws rly bruised since they were meant to be dating (if u can call it tht bc danny’s idea of dating is very Warped). ANYWAY he ws found guilty n sent to jail so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. 

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops. 

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. 

daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually ever been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. 

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? 

a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

a fake dating plot cld b fun honestly 

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh

umm a good influence too mayb? 

oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. 

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[drvgcnwcrricr]

( brianne tju, dragon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( we didn’t start the fire ) by ( billy joel ) playing ? ( MAYA SHEN ) must be nearby !  heard folks say the ( twenty one ) year old ( arcade employee ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( riding the ferris wheel ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she transformed and burnt down her childhood home ).

born and raised within the mysterious letum falls, oklahoma, maya shen felt right at home. her family, a line of male dragons who considered the supernatural gene a great honor, was more on the traditional side. no shoes inside the house, worship in the morning, home right after school, in bed before seven. they believed their family to be held to higher standards, warriors hidden in human flesh.

it was only two generations ago that the shen family realized the existence of other supernaturals. maya’s great-grandfather stumbled across a coven of witches sometime in the 1930′s, proving and disproving any assumptions the family had made about their special gift. it brought shame upon them for some time, but her grandfather offered peace and friendship to the coven, allowing them to live in harmony without the fear of attack from another kind. soon enough, a litter of species was introduced and the shen’s maintained a friendship with most. ( rival family ? wanted connection )

the dragon gene was predominantly passed down the line through men, 9 generations of male, dragon warriors, praised beyond words. the women were often seen as trophy wives, but love and respect remained sacred within the line. they thrived off true connection, the one where friendship lies close within but adoration curved the lines.

the shen family only recognized maya’s gift just before her fourth birthday, as she took a hard fall from the kitchen table, breaking the fragile bones in her legs. no need to worry, the dragon that emerged healed every break. their only heir, a female heir at that, none of them expected maya to receive the gene--- the first female dragon of the shen line in the last one hundred years. a 9th generation warrior, and a miracle in the eyes of her family. she was spoiled with gifts and food all throughout her younger years, many of the older generations bestowing gifts of their own upon the girl. she never was one for the spotlight, shying away from most of the glorified attention, and this became evident in years to come.

as a child, maya proved to be outgoing. specifically, she was known to “get lost” every couple months or so, wandering off within the woods and not being seen for days. she set up her own camp within the woods and had found sanctuary among the trees. the police had “rescued” her 8 times before the age of ten.

it wasn’t that she didn’t love her home, or her town, but the confines of her own four walls were incredibly irritating. the humming of the kitchen stove, her father’s constant snoring, even if he was awake. headaches ran rampant within her brain, and by eleven, she self diagnosed herself with adhd, a term her mother didn’t quite care for.

the following years are somewhat a blur. once maya’s self diagnosis came to light, she found solace within her own powers. the mesmerizing wave of the flame was one she couldn’t resist, and by 16, she’d caused three fires within the town. only two were accidents.

in all honesty, maya defied most of her family’s morals by the age of 18, often sneaking out, eating whatever junk food she could find, listening to unholy music, anything and everything that pleased her and annoyed her mother. not long after, she moved out and started living with a friend, finding herself working at the local arcade.

she’s a bit of a wild child, but she still holds her morals. while they’re not on such a tight leash, she still keeps the radar low. she holds on to her heritage, in small forms, relishing in a small prayer before every transformation, and attend all training sessions with her uncle every thursday night.

she’s bright spirit, hardly ever with a frown on her face, but she can be very serious, very intimidating --- if she needs to be. other than that she’s 115 pounds of pure fun and adrenaline.

aesthetics : bad stick n’ poke tattoos, leather jackets coated with the smell of cigarettes, a freshly packed blunt glowing yellow at the tip, late nights deafened by the rumble of engines, chipped skateboards worn down by the years, fire that fills the room and chars bone, a roar that carries across the sky, wings flapping in the wind.

wanted connections :

roommate : this would be someone 20-25, in maya’s age range that she convinced to move in with her after her graduation. she was aching to leave her parent’s house, but could never truly leave her home town. honestly this could be anyone, as maya was hella desperate, but if the connection interests you hit me up !

childhood “bestie” : this would be someone her parent’s forced her to hang out with at a young age. they were probably seen as a good influence ( though, whether they actually were a good influence or not is up to you, but her parents were under the impression ), maya wasn’t a huge fan of the idea, but for most of elementary and middle they were stuck together. i’m leaving this vague but i’d love to plot this out more !

co-workers : maya works at the arcade and spends most of her afternoons and nights there. this would be another worker, someone maya enjoys talking to or playing against to help her survive the shift (other than bez), maybe they hang out a lot after they get off ? probably hitting rooftops to see who can throw a rock to the next building over or something stupid like that

supernaturals : maya’s family has been pretty oblivious to other species, only coming into contact with other species (witches) just two generations before her, so they’re a bit lacking with information. these are supernaturals maya has come across and studied, either up close or from afar. she is currently aware of dragons (her family and a mystery dragon she saw at the fair), ghosts, vampires, and gorgons.

that’s,,,, all i got for now but i’m always down to brainstorm ! if any of these connections interest you, hmu !

[nhpsycho]

✔ oc ┊❝ ( Toby Wallace. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that Campbell Eliot was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that they're a psychopath, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as charismatic and perceptive, but who knows when they’re known to be aggressive and controlling from time to time.

Hey everyone! Meet my nasty boi Campbell. He’s an Asshole™ and the exact opposite of my sunshine child, Jay. So it’s gonna be a wild ride. If you wanna plot or whatnot just hmu here or on discord!

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Campbell is incredibly charismatic, and can change how he acts on a dime. He’s a social chameleon, and has keen awareness and perception over how he and others act and react. Perhaps the only way people ever really knew something wasn’t right with him was because they got a gut feeling everytime he was around that told them he was wrong.

There is nothing in life that scares him.

He hungers after gaining control, making decisions-- or at the least pulling the strings behind those decisions. He doesn’t want chaos, but he will do whatever it takes to gain the upper hand.

Aggression is his go-to response, and he can be violent when it serves a purpose. Whether it’s just to make him feel something, or to get what he wants. Rage is one of the few emotions he can experience to its fullest extent.

Campbell has high intelligence and is calculating, constantly running through his mind what people will think about things he and others say and do. This gives him the ability to see potential consequences others don’t notice.

After growing up facing neglect and being feared by all those around him, Campbell has gotten a clear understand of just how dark humanity can get. He is very objective and thoughtful when considering situations and decisions, always wanting to find the best solution for his needs.

He spends a lot of time just watching, observing people to figure out what makes them tick.

Once he sets his mind on something, the only one who can stop him is himself.

When Campbell was diagnosed as a Psychopath, he wasn’t surprised. It did make things worse for him within the family, but things were already shit anyway.

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Campbell just???? loves food????? food is one of the few things that makes him super duper happy. He’s not really a picky eater but give him a bacon ‘n egg sandwich any day and he’ll love you for life.

If you are someone he wants to keep around he will spoil the hell out of you: giving you gifts, trying to make you laugh, doing things you enjoy-- it’s all on the table.

He is fiercely protective, if you fuck with him, his plans, or anyone he wants to keep safe, you better be ready for a fucking war. 

Campbell is normally pretty chill and laidback with others, he prefers to listen than speak.

When shit hits the fan, Campbell is a pacer. He’ll walk back and forth for hours. He despises feeling helpless.

Definitely a movie buff. Talk to him about all things from American psycho to The Notebook. He especially enjoys laughing at blatant idiocy and rewatches all the gory scenes for ideas.

He very much prefers to be alone in peace and quiet instead of out at a rager, but will do whichever gets him where he wants to go. Intimate settings are more prefarable to group ones, as it makes it easier to keep track of everyone and judge interactions.

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“ alright but make it quick “

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

“ i don’t fucking know, stepping on a snail? “

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

“ aw, that’s cute. next question. “

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

“ school was school. and i dunno, science? they were all the same. “

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

“ cutting class for the first time. or maybe when sam fell flat on his face cause i shoved him and he started crying and shit. that was fucking funny. and it still was every time after that. “

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

“ i got this sweet knife on my eighth birthday but they took it away when i was ten. that fucking sucked, it was still in great condition too. “

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

“ when we realised sam was deaf. selfish prick. “

- Are you a virgin?

“ ha, no. “

- What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

“ i’ve nearly cut my fingers off plenty of times. i fell off some rocks i was trying to climb once. had to go to the hospital for that. “

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

“ let’s just say i should’ve been in jail a couple times over by now “

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

“ get out of this town. buy my own place. never speak to anyone from here ever again. “

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

“ pretty sure if i say them this’ll be used as evidence in court one day. “

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

“ what the actual fuck. next. “

- Can you cook at all?

“ ye, obviously. had to do it for myself since i was seven. “

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

“ ive gotten to hunt pheasant a few times. nothing beats that fresh game. clean it, skin it, gut it. crisp it up and eat it. so good. “

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

“ had a few people call me a monster, a dick, a demon. at this point i’m used to it, and it’s good to be reminded who you are. “

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

“ nothing i do is mean, i’m a modern day saint. “

“ we done? you’re welcome. don’t say i never did anything for you. “

[meretiic]

CIS FEMALE / KATHERINE MCNAMARA — is that ROSALIE MERIT wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for TWO MONTHS and word around the town claims that the 24/155 HERETIC is ADAPTABLE, but also a bit VOLATILE. that would explain why they are usually listening to FRIENDLY REMINDER by AGAINST THE CURRENT. They can be found at BRIAR CREEK UNIVERSITY as a DRAMA PROFESSOR. Perhaps, Briar Creek, is in for another massacre? With them being ON THEIR OWN, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.

About Me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um...I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends. 

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

Basics:

Name: Rosalie Evangeline Merit Species: Heretic Age: 24/155

Personality:

Rosalie isn’t nearly as hardened by her experiences as one might think. Instead of allowing that pain to fester and pull her towards the darker side, she always has done her best to rise above it and allow herself to be happy. Sometimes easier said than done, but she knows that her joy is truly the best way to get back at those who have wronged her (read: non-biological father, ie the man who raised her). That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally let that inner darkness out. Her kindness is not to be confused with being weak, a lesson she is more than willing to make clear to anyone who might dare to cross her.

Quick Facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

she’s done a few shows on Broadway

a couple back in the 1920s, and then again a couple of years ago

she’s a ripper like her biological father, which translates into both her bloodlust and tendency for siphoning too much from someone

it’s because of this that she tends to avoid siphoning, as well as sticking to a diet of animal blood

even after her initial arrival in America, she never tried to find a coven, for fear of being outcast and hunted down simply due to what she was

she’s kept her species fairly hidden over the years, allowing people to believe she is either a witch or a vampire, but never letting them see that she is truly a combination of both

a good part of her life has been devoted to finding her biological father, as she knows that Mr. Merit wasn’t him

Background:

Rosalie Evangeline Merit was born in London, England in June of 1864 as the first siphoner to the Merit bloodline of witches. Though her mother survived the traumatic birth of the child, she was left in a weakened state from which she would never fully recover. Being the first of his family to produce such an abomination, not to mention one who held so few physical similarities to the rest of his children, Rosalie’s father began looking into the possibility that the girl was not, in fact, his. He came across stories of a group of witches born without magic of their own who instead drew their powers from others. He’d spend his whole life trying to discover whether or not it was one of them who had cursed his family with the magical leech he’d called his daughter.

To her credit, Rosalie did her best not to steal magic from her family, preferring to live without if it meant avoiding punishment. Brutal as the consequences were for harming one of her siblings, sometimes accidents happened. Her father, however, was less than willing to listen, often leaving her with scars as evidence of his wrath. It seemed even with all the effort the young girl put into trying to be good, fate was simply never on her side. Without proper teaching, she was never able to truly get a handle on her siphoning abilities, and one tragic night she lost control entirely and killed one of her brothers. Her first kill.

Rosalie immediately packed her things and fled her childhood home. Using what little magic she possessed, she charmed her mother’s ring with a cloaking spell that would keep her hidden from the Merits. There was no going back after what she’d done. So instead, she settled to find herself a means of making money in order to survive. Easier said than done. With no real prospects, she turned to the one place she knew most women could succeed. A brothel. It was likely the lowest point of her human life, but it sparked the beginning of what would be a thrilling next chapter.

Working in the brothel, Rosalie befriended a young woman named Dorothea. It was a connection that would offer the siphoned a new life. A favorite to many, Dorothea often found herself requested by a young man with a fetish for blood play. Odd, maybe, but it would turn out that the man was a vampire, intent on sharing his immortality with the mortal girl. She would agree, but only if he would also offer up his gift to her friend. He agreed, though only proceeded to turn Dorothea, as Rosalie was still unsure if this was a life she genuinely wanted. It was a choice that would be stolen from her by a man she had mistaken as a client. The year was 1888. The man, was Jack the Ripper.

Waking as a vampire was a strange sensation to say the least. For one, she felt hungry in a way she’d never experienced before, but beyond that…she felt powerful. Not just a physical strength either. No, for once in her life Rosalie could feel a limitless amount of magic coursing through her veins. It wasn’t something she was intent on giving up. Like most vampire, her first feed resulted in a kill, though she found it far easier than she’d imagined. Perhaps the man who had raised her - she now refused to refer to him as her father - had been onto something when calling her an abomination.

For so long she had restrained herself, and now she was finally free to live as she pleased. It was an idea that excited her. Her first plan of action, return to the Merit home to face her former abuser. He would not survive the encounter in his office, though Rosalie herself would discover the research he had been doing on witches like her. Claiming it for herself, as well as a sufficient amount of money, she would make her way to the docks and buy herself a ticket to America. A new life demanded a fresh start, and she felt no regret at leaving nearly everything of her past behind her in London. Only two things could tie her to that life; her birth mother’s ring, and the letters she and Dorothea would continue to write to each other even to this very day.

If you have any questions or would like to plot, feel free to hmu to chat !!

[thesexfiles]

Carol of the Narcissist and the Naysayer by thesexfiles MSR | (2/3) | Hard R | Pure fluff, not a plot in sight | Part 1 Note: This was meant to be a quick PWP holiday fic, but I took a while to write part two, so even though it’s no longer Christmas, it happens during Christmas. Also unedited so sorry for any mistakes (hmu if you’re a beta though)!

“Can it really be this easy?” she wonders aloud. Her hand finds his, their fingers interlace. She sits back and exhaustion hits her. Physical, existential. They have both been running for so long. To sit in silence like this and really ponder their future together is to lose all momentum and collapse. 

Would this have happened sooner if she’d just said something? If she’d bought him a pornographic VHS earlier into their partnership? If she’d quit ignoring his stolen glances to her lips sooner on and made him put his money where his mouth is?

“Mulder,” she says, turning her head and opening her eyes. His mouth crashes against her jaw, undeterred from having missed its mark. In the last three and a half minutes (or so she assumes without having looked at her new watch), she has learned that Fox Mulder is a very good kisser. “Mulder!”

He stops kissing her, sits back, peels off his jacket. She’s feeling a little hot, herself. “We still haven’t actually discussed our feelings,” she says.

He looks at her with eyes half-lidded. She doesn’t know if it’s exhaustion or desire. Knowing them, it’s a healthy mix of the two.

“What’s there to say?” he says, leaning forward to kiss her again. She gently pushes him back with one hand, and he obliges.

“Plenty, Mulder. I can’t deny that I’m…attracted to you,” she says, “but we work together. That complicates matters. Besides that, we’re both tired and probably feeling a little more sentimental than normal because it’s Christmas. Are we thinking rationally?”

“Well, I’m Jewish, so it’s definitely not Christmas sentimentality on my end,” Mulder says, putting his hands up. “My thoughts have been clear as air since Hanukkah ended last week.”

Scully laughs. “You don’t even celebrate Hanukkah.”

“Exactly. So I’m thinking as rationally as anyone who doesn’t have any major winter holidays to stress out over.”

He smiles at her and her stomach twists. She has wanted this, wanted him, for so long, and denied that want every time it resurfaced. Now here he is, offering himself to her, lips wet and red as poinsettias.

“Can it really be this easy?” she wonders aloud. Her hand finds his, their fingers interlace. She sits back and exhaustion hits her. Physical, existential. They have both been running for so long. To sit in silence like this and really ponder their future together is to lose all momentum and collapse. And yet here she is, and here he is, and if they allow themselves to collapse now, it is into each other.

“Scully, you know so many things,” says Mulder. “You know Beethoven from Bach. You know the name of every bone in the human body. You know how to listen and what to say. How is it that you don’t know how easy this could be?”

Scully sighs. “It’s never been easy for me, Mulder. I’m 34 years old and the most serious relationship I’ve ever had was with a married professor. I don’t know how to do it.”

“You say that like our relationship up to this point has been fun and games,” Mulder says. She can’t tell if he’s serious or not, only that he’s looking at her with an intensity he usually reserves for the stars.

“That’s not what I mean, Mulder.” She shifts her body toward him, crosses her legs underneath her so she can see him. So she can let herself be looked at. “You know what I meant.”

"Well… I guess the question is whether we allow our relationship to reflect our feelings, or if we continue working strictly in a professional manner,” he says. She’s surprised by his pragmatism, although it’s been a long time since she’s considered their relationship strictly professional. Strictly professional would be calling only during office hours, no lingering touches, no roundabout scenic drives on their way to investigate a case. Strictly professional ended the day she dropped her robe so he could check her lower back for supposed alien death spots. Strictly professional lasted for a day, and they’ve been running together in limbo ever since.

"How do you feel?” Scully asks. “What do you want?”

“I don’t think there’s any question of what I want,” he says sadly. She furrows her brows, tries to find the source of his sobriety. Has he already given up on her? When she just spent the last few minutes practically in his lap, her tongue in his mouth?

She uncrosses her legs. Leans into him and plants a soft kiss on his lips, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.

"It isn’t my only pleasure in life,” she says, “to prove you wrong.”

She crawls onto his lap, straddling his legs. Biology is funny. She knows she can’t conceive, and yet her body still wants. From an evolutionary standpoint, an infertile woman had no need for the continued production of hormones, pheromones. And here she is, wanting him. She sits up on her knees and looks into his eyes, waiting for a response.

“Will it change the way we work together?” Mulder says. “If we do this?”

“Probably,” Scully says, running her fingers through the short cropped strands of hair at the base of his scalp. His legs shift under her. “No.”

“No?” he repeats.

“Well, it’s not like this is casual for either of us.” She watches his chest rise and fall, a silent breath of relief.

“I don’t want to assume anything,” he says. “I’ve made plenty of assumptions about how you feel and what you want without asking you.”

“You can assume I’m not going to just fuck you and then ask for a transfer,” Scully says. “Mulder, you’re my best friend. And I… I do love you.” She grimaces at how young the words sound coming from her, how clumsy. But the beaming smile Mulder gives her washes all her self-doubt away.

"The truth comes out,” he says.

She’s mid-”shut up, Mulder” when he kisses her, pulling her to him with his fingertips in her hair, cupping her face.

He doesn’t need to say it now; he’ll say it another time. His lips are put to better practice kissing hers. Truth be told, she’s known he loved her long before she ever realized the feeling was mutual.

The song from the grocery store, the one she can recall from every midnight mass and every caroling trip, plays in her head now as she kisses him back. Silent night. Her tongue slides along his. They’ve always found just as much comfort in silence as in speech. Just as much tension. The only sound in the room is her breath mingling with his. She breathes him in like an animal, presses a kiss to his neck and licks off some of the sweat that has accumulated there.

Holy night. His hands grip her thighs. She presses down onto him. She’s always pressing him for hard evidence, and here she has it between her legs. He wants this just as much as she does. Wants her. Butterflies rise up in her stomach. Did she ever think this was really going to happen? Did she ever think she would let it?

All is calm. Her heart pounds against his chest. She begins to grind her hips, growing frantic. Their kisses turn sloppy, two open mouths panting in unison. His fingernails lightly scratch along her side, drawing goosebumps.

All is bright. The only light illuminating the room is the streetlight outside of Mulder’s window. A sliver of moonlight hits his face, and he stares at her with reverence. They move together, fully clothed, like teenagers on his couch.

“Is this okay?” she whispers. She means this, this desperate act of frottage. She could take off her shirt, could lead him to his bedroom, but she’s so tired and this admission of love was so poorly planned. If she’d thought she was coming here tonight for this, she’d have taken a shower, shaved, changed into nicer underwear. She’s not physically prepared for sex tonight. “I mean, tonight I don’t think…”

“This is great,” he pants. “This is…”

He can’t finish his sentence, a fact that turns her on even more. She hasn’t dry-humped since she was probably 17, but she doesn’t have it in her to be embarrassed about it. He is rock-hard between her legs, his hands gripping her hips to push her down on him harder. She adjusts her legs, finds the right angle that will make this actually happen for her. Begins to let out quiet moans, little breaths of encouragement.

It’s quick and sloppy, the way they move together, they way they kiss. The rise and fall, the way he kisses her neck and whispers, “come on, Scully, yes” and palms her ass. She grows louder, her voice joining the rusting sound of cloth rubbing against cloth and his own quiet breaths, puncturing this otherwise silent night. She clutches his shoulders when she comes, rocking herself against him with every wave that rocks through her body.

Now she is whispering, “Come on, Mulder,” her fingers at the nape of his neck again, pulling his hair. For once, he does what she tells him to do, coming with a shudder. She watches his face, the look of concentration she’s seen so many times applied to this primal act. The way his eyes close and his mouth opens. She watches a dark wet spot appear at the front of his jeans.

Now that they’ve finished, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s never been good at this part, which is probably why she’s had so few (okay, one) one-night stands. How long does she stay like this, her legs beginning to cramp on either side of his? Is Mulder a cuddler, and is there room for that on his couch?

He saves her from having to make a decision on what to do. “Uhm, I’m going to go clean myself up.”

“Okay,” she says, climbing off his lap. It’s been too long for her, and even this will leave her legs stiff and sore tomorrow. Or maybe she’s just getting old. She admires his back as he walks away, unused to the strangeness of being allowed to openly look at him without fearing he’ll see her checking him out. It’s liberating. It’s terrifying.

She sinks into the couch and waits for him, and the exhaustion returns. She closes her eyes, just for a second. She’ll just doze until he comes back. This really is a very comfortable couch, she thinks. She understands now why he falls asleep on it so often.

“Scully?”

Bleary-eyed, she lifts her head, disoriented. “Hm?”

"Uh, you fell asleep.”

She opens her eyes fully. It’s still dark out, but that means nothing. The short days make it impossible to tell what time it is. “What time is it?” she asks.

“It’s 5:30,” he says sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I know you said you were due at your mother’s at 6.”

“Shit,” she says, sitting upright. “I have to go.” She looks down at herself, at her work pants and her blazer. She can’t imagine what her hair must look like right now, or her makeup. “I, uh - I have to run home and change.”

“I know,” he says. “Will you call me later?”

He looks so young, so vulnerable. She smiles even though his fragility makes her sad. She works hard to not let any trace of emotion slip through the cracks of her shell, and he wears everything on his face, completely unaware of his own intensity. She loves him, so she loves this about him.

“Of course,” she says, and he follows her to the door. She kisses him chastely, acutely aware of her morning breath but even more aware of the way her lips tingle as she pulls away. “Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

“Merry Christmas, Scully.”