#traped-in-fiction

[gazorninplat]

The 25th Ward is the videogame version of the New York Trilogy and I'm not even kidding. Suda you madman.

I recently finished and enjoyed The 25th Wards (Easily a top 3 GhM game alongside Killer7 and the original No More Heroes), and something that I've never seen mentioned anywhere is how close the structure of the game is to The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster.

Details are somewhat fuzzy because I read it a long time ago, but the novel uses the traditional tropes and trapings of the classic detective novel to deconstruct some very post-modernist stuff like the nature of fiction and characters, and 25W covers a lot of the same ground, but from the perspective of a videogame, where the player and the protagonist is not really the same thing.

Anyway, here's some interesting paralels that I may or may not expand in the future, but according to my half formed memories and whatever wikipedia tells me:

The first story of each work (Correctness and City of Glass) are about an investigator who descends to madness while embroiled on a case, and there are a lot of questions about identity that get explored, especially when it comes to names. The multiplicity of Kamui Ueharas and Peter Stillmans seems more than intentional.

The second story (Matchmaker and Ghosts) are about a newbie in-training by a more experienced senior. That's pretty much it, although I must note how all the characters of this story are named after colors, just like the HCU.

And the third story (Placebo and The Locked Room) is about a writer searching for something intagible, a sense of belonging and identity. Interesting to note how friendship is a central theme in both stories (between Morishima and Slash / the narrator's and Fanshewe in Auster's story), and even the time of "killing the past" comes up.

Heck, you can even see how the titles of each of Auster's stories (City of Glass, Ghosts and The Locked Room) are recurring elements in 25W and beyond. I got back my copy of the Trilogy and I plan to read it and see what else I can find, but so far, I think there's an interesting connection to draw there. Not even Kojima took so much from this novel. Anyway, thoughts so far? Or I'm just too up into my own ass?

#grasshopper manufacture #the 25th ward #kill the past #suda51 #the silver case #kamui uehara #no more heroes #killer7 #paul auster #the new york trilogy #metafiction #literary analysis #video game brain #ghm #ktp

[jay4firefic]

TRAPED-IN-FICTION said: I don’t know if your taking fic requests but it would really be interesting to see a story line where this was involved. Like Not the major plot point but just like a side thing of like, “your with this guy how often and you’ve never noticed?” Like Eddie knows, because he thought it was PTSD and asked because that’s what he’s seen and is familiar with, but the rest of the team, including Maddie, never realized/made the connection. And maybe 51 are all aware because he was diagnosed while there.

Hey, boo! So i’m actually planning on including bipolar Buck in a couple of my fics already, most significantly the Chicago 9-1-1 series. I was plotting out where and how his symptoms are going to start showing up just yesterday (though some have definitely already made an appearance). BUT no diagnosis for him for the foreseeable future. Maybe I should write something where he’s been diagnosed and is working on it but I’ll have to think about what I would do with that.

I’d also say if/when he does get diagnosed I doubt it’s something he’d broadcast even to most of 51. Adjusting to a new diagnosis can be really hard and feel super vulnerable and we know Buck isn’t good at sharing his pain. But I think you’re right, it’s pretty likely the 118 won’t pick up on it - most people aren’t super familiar with the symptoms of bipolar disorder and, unfortunately, there’s so much stigma around bipolar that a lot of people assume folks with bipolar are essentially nonfunctional/obviously significantly impaired in everyday life and don’t think someone as relatively successful/able to maintain a veneer of “normalcy” as Buck could be bipolar. And the 118 pretty clearly just assume Buck is an irresponsible asshole in early s1. (I say this as a person who has been living with Bipolar II my entire adult life - there is almost no way someone in my workplace is going to pick up on it, especially when I’m medicated!)

I’m not sure what you mean by Eddie thinking it’s PTSD but let me know because that could be fun to explore.

#traped-in-fiction #evan buckley #Bipolar Evan Buckley #bipolar buck meta #replies to replies #my fic #tv: 9-1-1

[enha-doodles]

.*･ﾟʚ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE REACTION : TO YOU ASKING THEIR HELP IN A SCHOOL PROJECT ɞ.*･ﾟ 

➸ʚ pairing ɞ : enhypen hyunglinexreader!

➸ʚ genre ɞ : yandere

➸ʚ warning ɞ : yandere themes , cursing

➸ʚ summary ɞ : you are one of their classmates which they are obsessed with and are stalking from some time now . You are given a project in your class and you have heard that are good at it so you go to ask their help .

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : yandera relationship is not good at all and is very toxic . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

.꒷꒦. HEESEUNG.꒷꒦.

- You had just walked out of your modeling class and were deep in thought of how are you gonna get good grades in modeling when you had recently joined it and were very akward . Then you saw him . The modeling ace of your school . You've just had a few greetings exchanged while passing by but you had no other choice , so you went up to him who was taking something out of his locker when his friends left to the cafeteria . You tapped his shoulder and he turned around annoyed thinking it one of those clingy girls but softened up after he saw your nervous but dazzling smile . "Hey , umm can I ask for a favour ?" He couldn't believe it . You wanted a favour from him when you didn't even talk to any people in school , he thought if this as a chance given by God to make you his . He instantly nodded to urge you to continue and you did . "Can you help me with our recent modeling project ? It's just I am new and I am kinda , um-" "sure let's meet up after school at the library and I'll help you " he said grinning . You were relieved , you smiled and waved a bye at him before going to your next class but failed to noticed the evil glint in his eyes which was a sign that you fucked up .

.꒷꒦. JAY .꒷꒦.

To say you are scared would be an understatement as you were gonna ask the school's heartthrob to help you in your fashion project . You were asking his help because he was praised for his clothing sense all over the school and you wanted nothing but to ace in your class . You were scared because whenever you saw any girl approaching him , he would be annoyed and tell them to scram off without listening to even a word . Gathering your courage you went to his desk and softly called his name . He looked up and smiled . "Oh hey y/n" You were shocked as to why was he smiling and how he knew your name but it wasn't important rn . So you smiled and asked "Ah jay sunbae I needed help in my fashion class project and you were the first person who came to my mind " he was happy that you thought of him . "My , I didn't know my fashion sense was this popular but I would gladly help you " you were internally dancing as now that he agreed you knew you were gonna take the first place . "I'll text you where to meet sunbae and thank you very much " you sweetly smiled at him melting his heart and wanting to keep you traped in his arms forever which he was considered making a move while doing the project . Boy you were gonna regret coming to him and not someone else .

.꒷꒦. JAKE .꒷꒦.

Being a math hater and sucking at it was something that assured you that your physics was going down in train too . You were told by a professor to take Jake's help in your incomplete physics project as he topped in physics and this project contained 5% of your internal marks . Jake was one of your senior . Your favourite one as he was always helping you and was very bubbly making your mood instantly happy . You didn't wanted to burden him so you thought of doing it on your own at first . Opening your book to take a look at the topic just for you to close it again in the stress of knowing absolutely nothing . You finally decided to go to Jake . You saw him at the exit door and ran up to him yelling his name . Instantly recognising your name he turned around and laughed when he saw you cutely running to home while waving your hand . When you reached there you unknowingly pouted and started ranting " i am doomed sunbae , I need your help in physics . Plz help me " he couldn't resist and nodded while chuckling . "My house at 8 like last time?" He asked and you happily nodded . Thanking him you left for home leaving behind a grinning Jake who thought "so a punch in the professor's face is all it takes , I see ".

.꒷꒦. SUNGHOON .꒷꒦.

Failing regularly in ice skating class and getting scolded by your mom was not something anyone would love . So to get rid of it you were finding a tutor . That's how you ended up sitting beside sunghoon during lunch break . When you came you were so nervous that you couldn't even utter a word . He looked up from his table and saw you standing there looking all adorable . You started " Ah sunghoon-ah , I um , can you help me in ice skating , you are the ice princess and I suck at it " . There is no way Sunghoon would deny a chance to hold you and do something he loves so he agreed smiling and told you to wait for him tomorrow at the skating ring after school ends . There would be no one around , Perfect time for perfect kidnapping .

#enhypen story #enhypen #enhypen ff #heeseung #park jongseong #jake sim #park sunghoon #kpop imagines #kpop #imagine #yandere #enhypen yandere

[thwfandomexplorer]

There is no escape

I wonder why we get so deep into fandoms. There could be so many reasons why we like unreal, fictional worlds. Fandoms just suck you in and chain you the ground till you get comfy.

#fandoms. #why am i traped here #voltron legendary defender #supernatural #percy jackson #magnus chase #merlin #worlds #life #why are we stuck here #this is bothering me #fan #fiction #sanders sides #iisuperwomanii #avengers #superhero

[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 40

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 40: A Beautiful Songbird

You were caught up in his kisses. Those sweet tantalizing kisses. The ones that make your insides go all fuzzy, that make your brain go all fuzzy. When his hands started to roam that’s when your brain woke up when you woke up. You pushed him off of you.

You had to get your head on straight. He looked confused and enraged again. You move passed him, trying not to get cornered again.

“What about her,” you ask, this time it was your voice that was raised.

“What about who?”

“Phasma. Ap’lek looked like he was ready to fight her on the spot. If anything happens to her from all this I will never forgive you.” You crossed your arms and stamped your foot like all of the wives in the old Hollywood films.

He narrowed his eyes at you but took out a communicator and barked a quick order that sounded like, “leave the captain alone.”

His body language then shifted into something you didn’t recognize, “I missed you.”

“Cut the crap. Why am I always the last to know what’s happening? Why are Hux and Mitaka always letting me know what you want? Why can you not message me or talk to me yourself? I feel like a songbird in a cage that is only brought out when my master wants me to sing.” You were mad, all of the feelings from the last few days were boiling up now. You were sick and tired of being manhandled around and told absolutely nothing until you absolutely needed to know.

He didn’t answer, he just proceeded to stare at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but you wished you did. You wished you knew the man in front of you but you don’t. He was an enigma.

“Who is Skywalker?”

“No one.”

“Fine then. I guess you won’t answer and even if you did it probably won’t be the truth will it?” You were fuming, but you could see something boil up in his eyes. “Who is the scavenger?”

That did it.

“No one,” he screamed.

For the first time, his lightsaber was ignited in his hand. He looked ready to kill you. You backed up, slowly until you found your back against the wall. He was stalking towards you. But before anything could happen he extinguished it and dropped it to the floor. He made his way over to you traping you against the wall once more.

With quiet malice, he said, “you will not speak of her again.” His hand had hooked itself under your chin once more. His lips found your ear, “never again.”

Chills crawled down your spine. Who was this man? What happened to the one that was here before he left? Surely he was a bit nicer.

Your hands were pined by the Force above your head. “Do you want to know why I left?” His eyes were now boring into your soul.

You tried to nod but his hand still held your chin so you whispered “yes.”

“I went to kill him, to protect you. I only have one more task and then you will fully be mine, no more sharing.”

Sharing? Who was he sharing you with? And then it hit you like a load of bricks. Ben Solo, he went off to kill Ben Solo. Now he only had one more task to fully kill him. Was this why he was acting so different?

You gained a little courage, “Did you kill Skywalker to help kill him?”

His hand shifted up to caress your face once more. These mood swings were going to kill you. He swallowed, “Yes, and I would do it again.” His eyes looked clouded over like he was in some sort of haze.

“Who do you have to kill to finally have me?”

His eyes broke through their haze and his jaw clenched. “His mother.”

So this is why he never spoke of his parents, of  Ben ’s parents. He needed to kill them in order to kill him. In order to have you all to himself. To fully be Kylo’s. Somehow this both thrilled you and scared you at the same time, but it mostly scared you.

His lips came crashing to yours. The hold that the Force had on your hands released. Whenever he kissed you it was like all the rational parts of your brain shut off and stayed off until he started to touch you elsewhere. The hand that was trapping you against the wall found its way to the small of your back. And held you flush against him. The hand that was caressing your face applied thumb pressure to your cheek causing you to open your mouth. His tongue snuck in encapsulating you into a deeper kiss.

You heard him moan into the kiss, into your mouth. You felt hot, your body and mind betraying your rational thoughts. But then again your brain shut off when he kissed you. But luckily for the rational part of your brain, the hand on the small of your back started to wander down towards your ass.

You tried your best to break the kiss, to push him off of you. It slightly worked, he stopped kissing you and let you go, but you were still trapped against the wall.

“You never answered my previous questions.”

“No, but you are a beautiful songbird Kitten.” He leaned in to try and kiss you again.

A/N: A short chapter but hold on tomorrow’s is longer and quite a ride. 

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #a soul to mend his own

[softforcal]

I have assigned au’s to every Harry and made descriptions of them... for science

Victorian Harry:

-He’s in an eternal state of depression, think gothic fiction where women are stuck in bad marriages or are secretly lesbians: ‘the yellow wallpaper’ by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and ‘The Awakening’ by Kate Chopin.

-All he wants to do is trapes around with a bottle of wine and do his nails.

-people say his house is haunted.

-no one knows where he gets his money or if he even eats.

-sometimes he sits outside his mansion in a lawn chair and stares at the sun.

-has a large collection of robes

-smokes 

-has never used a comb in his life

-mirrors everywhere in his house

-burns every meal he attempts to cook because he forgets about it

Ballerina Harry:

-Is he at his level of stature because his raw natural talent or because he’s beautiful and every dance teacher ever has taken him under his wing? who knows, not him, that’s for sure.

-a bit of a ditz but with a face like that, who needs a brain

-Never knows that other ballerinas are in love with him

-#has never kissed a woman in his life

-falls in love with every pretty boy ever

-never drinks ever

Philosophy Major Harry

-what is the meaning of life?

-quotes Freud and Aristotle

-super depressed

-likes to just lay on the floor and mope

-writes oddly insightful essays 

-Can be found in your local cafe drinking black coffee and reading

Diva harry

-one of the most famous men in the world

-doesn't care about gender norms

-super diva

-a huge list of things to eat backstage at every show that he doesn’t even end up eating

-collects love letters from his fans and has a room in his mansion dedicated to things people have given him (even keeps the dead roses and likes to pick up the petals and crumble them out the window)

-wants all attention on him 100% of the time

-the muse for many designers

Vampire Harry

-doesn’t say much, just stares at things

-old as balls probably

-wishes he was a pirate or a poet, settled for both

-knows he’s the shit

Hard-dom Harry

-’everyone loves me but i’m alone’

-hasn’t had a relationship in ages

-there’s a rumour that the first love of his life broke his heart

-oddly fashionable but his attitude shows he’s not to be messed with

-the last guy who said he dresses ‘sort of gay’ turned up dead three states over

Boxer Harry

-pretends to be calm but just wants to fight

-hates social events

-10/10 will fight people when he’s drunk

-hardcore feminist

-lil man bun makes him happy

-a ray of sunshine

mom-friend Harry

-wants to make sure everyone has a good time

-will judge your fashion sense

-arms crossed shows he does not approve

-if anyone fights his friends he will stomp them to death in his lil heeled gucci boots

-a good cook (but wont tell you his secret family recipes)

-talks a little too much, but he just doesn’t want the convo to die

-wants to protect everyone (especially ‘the gays’)

-10/10 will pretend to be your boyfriend if a stranger is giving you unwanted attention at a club

-designated driver

-enjoys his book club and a warm cup of tea on a rainy day

******

coming soon: i will write about all of them in this room.

Mom friend Harry does not approve of any of the shenanigans.

Diva Harry thinks Vampire Harry is cooler than him and wants to enlist the help of Boxer Harry to murder him (although he should be going to Hard-dom harry but everyone avoids him because he’s scary)

Boxer Harry just wants to be left alone.

Victorian Harry and Philosophy Major Harry are both having break downs, Ballerina Harry just wants to fit in. 

(side note: tag yourself i’m Victorian Harry)

inspired by convos with @harryforvogue and @floral-suits)

#harry styles #harry styles hc #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #1d #1d blurb #1d hc #vampire harry styles #vampire!harry styles #ballerina harry styles #ballerina!harry styles #boxer harry styles #boxer!harry styles #philosophy major harry styles #hc #dom harry styles

[chaomingo]

Fic Prompts

Alright, so @lover-of-skellies does these fic prompts for storys so their followers can pick what kind of story it will be and I though that was just a wonderful idea, so I'm going to do it too!

The rules are pretty simple, these are going to be undertale AU fan fiction prompts and it's going to be mainly the skeleton dudes or y/n aka reader (cause I don't quite know how to write about the other characters yet), so pick any of them that you like and the prompt you want them with and send me an ask. If you want it to be a character interacting with the reader, then just sending one character is fine!

Here are the prompts-

Haunted past

Old memories (good or bad)

Chase scene

Hidden power

Friendship

Betrayal

Bait/trap

Rage

Uncontrollable (of one's self or others)

Small crush (I've never written fluff before but I'm willing to try!)

Blush or flustered

Holding hands

Hangout with friends

Traped with no escape (mentally or physically)

Fears

Depressed

Worry for a friend/relative

Love towards others (you know, like friendship or brotherly love)

Affection (of any kind)

Proving one's self (willingly or reluctantly)

This prompt list isn't really in any certain category cause this is my first one, but I'll put up more when I think of them! (Might use some of @lover-of-skellies 's prompt lists if they let me cause they have good lists and my mind sometimes blanks out on me.)

Also! Like I said before @lover-of-skellies has some really good lists, stories, and content so you should totally go check them out! 😁

(If I don't answer your ask, I either didn't receive it, or I can't think/write anything good for the ask. Plz don't spam ask. I also might not be able to answer right away, so plz be patient while you're waiting.)

(I will most likely be willing to search up the undertale AU character, so really just send me any sans', papyrus', or skeleton dudes (or gals) that you want. I might even be willing to do chara or frisk for some prompts. And then just as a reminder, I do y/n aka reader as well.)

#fic prompts #fiction prompts #fan fiction prompts #writing #not art related #undertale #undertale au #any undertale au character #reader #y/n #first time doing ths #undertale fan fiction #sans #papyrus #frisk #chara

[iskra81]

Passa il tempo sopra il tempo, cantavi, e anche se il tempo non ha premura vent'anni sembrano proprio corsi come il vento, ad una velocità imbarazzante! Ero ancora una ragazzina quando, quel lunedì d'inverno, arrivò la notizia della tua morte. Il mio babbo era così triste che lo abbracciai. Anch'io ero triste, ci stringemmo forte, e ricordo che pensai che un po' lo invidiavo, perché lui ti aveva ascoltato suonare dal vivo ed io invece non ci sarei mai riuscita. Quando se ne va un grande artista come te, ancora in piena attività creativa, ci si chiede sempre con rammarico cosa e quanto altro avrebbe potuto ancora regalare al mondo. Era quel rammarico lì, soprattutto, il dolore che provavo, con l'egoismo di chi resta, di chi pensa che la fine di un'esistenza dannaggerà irrimediabilmente la propria. Oggi voglio invece guardare all'immenso patrimonio che comunque sei riuscito a lasciarci nonostante la tua prematura morte. Sono cresciuta con le tue canzoni e, anche se qualcuno potrebbe obbiettare che certi testi non sarebbero adatti ad una bambina, non sarei la donna che sono oggi senza tutto quello che mi hai insegnato attraverso la bellezza della tua poesia. La solidarietà verso gli ultimi, l'umiltà di non giudicare nessuno, la constatazione dell’intransigenza della legge, il binomio amore/morte, l'inumanità della guerra, l'importanza di denunciare apertamente i soprusi e le ingiustizie, sempre, non avere peli sulla lingua, mai. E poi sei tu che mi hai fatto scoprire ed amare autori come Brassens, Bob Dylan e Leonard Cohen, grazie alle tue stupende cover.

Ti racconterò una cosa, ma forse già la sai e sono sicura che non ti fa piacere, oggi sei diventato "di moda", sei molto apprezzato dalla tua odiata "maggioranza", persino Salvini ha detto di amare le tue canzoni. Chi è Salvini? Meglio che non te lo dica.

La Rai ha prodotto anche una fiction sulla tua vita, disegnando un personaggio slavato ed edulcorato per le masse che adesso dicono di apprezzarti tanto, credo ci sarebbe voluto il tuo bombarolo e farla saltare in aria con tutto il cavallo, la Rai.

Ieri, nel ventennale della tua morte, si sono sprecati articoli, speciali televisivi, celebrazioni e dediche. Mio padre è indignato per tutta questa ipocrisia, "non mi ricordo di un concerto di De André nel quale non sia stato contestato!", dice. Ti odiava la destra, ma ti odiava anche la sinistra, dicevano che eri benestante, falso, un radicalchic. E poi che le tue canzoni erano troppo tristi, "una lagna", che "copiavi" i cantautori francesi. Oggi per tutti sei un genio, che è la verità, ma temo che non sia dovuto ad un'evoluzione culturale e morale, non del tutto, almeno. Non credo che tutta quella gente che mi diceva "ascolti De André? Che palle!", sia rinsavita e abbia cominciato davvero a capire la poesia dei tuoi versi, la bellezza della tua musica e l'importanza del tuo messaggio. Altrimenti questo sarebbe un mondo migliore di quello che hai lasciato tu. E invece non hai idea di quanto odio ci sia in giro oggi, di cosa la gente pensi e dica sugli immigrati che tentano disperamente di raggiungere il nostro Paese, di quanto egoismo e ottusità trapeli dai certi pareri diffusi dal web, dei casi raccapriccianti di violenza e di razzismo che dilagano nelle nostre città. E di episodi che lasciano basiti, come quello di un vicesindaco che getta le coperte di un senzatetto e se ne vanta o di una netturbina che viene licenziata per aver preso dalla spazzatura un monopattino per il suo bambino.

"e per tutti il dolore degli altri

è dolore a metà"

Il tuo ultimo disco era interamente dedicato alle minoranze, a chi ogni giorno viaggia in direzione ostinata e contraria, ma dopo più di vent'anni ci tocca ancora pregare, con una preghiera che non può che essere smisurata,

Alta sui naufragi 

dai belvedere delle torri 

china e distante sugli elementi del disastro 

dalle cose che accadono al disopra delle parole 

celebrative del nulla 

lungo un facile vento 

di sazietà di impunità

Perché avevi ragione, "la maggioranza sta..."

come una malattia 

come una sfortuna 

come un'anestesia 

Ma soprattutto

come un'abitudine

Con superficialità.

#vent'anni senza de andré #vent'anni e sei ancora l'amico fragile #chissà quanto saresti incazzato oggi #fabrizio de andré #smisurata preghiera #ciao faber

[alwaysforyouscully]

Total Eclipse......of the Heart: MSR Fanfic

Summary: Total Solar Eclipse Day so I wrote a thing. S11 Mulder and Scully are trying to reconcile.

Rating: NC-17

AO3: alwaysforyouscully

Finding their way back to each other was as easy as it was hard. Scully was wary to let her heart completely relax but Mulder was all in, as always. The difference was he actually listened to Scully's feelings, when she chose to express them and tried to be open with her as well.

He was romantic and sweet. He brought flowers to her apartment and her favorite coffee to the office in the morning. Scully was smitten with this Mulder but she couldn't give in just yet. Mulder was a master of words and could play her emotions like a violin.

On Tuesday, a package was delivered to the office addressed to Fox Mulder but without thinking Scully opened it and chuckled at what she found inside. 'This is so Mulder' she thought as she dropped the contents on the desk, Solar Eclipse glasses, 'Only you, Mulder.' Scully sealed the box and put it on his side of the desk, not wanting to spoil what she figured was Mulder's surprise.

She headed up to the lab to check on some results, planning on meeting Mulder for lunch in a few hours.

Mulder smiled as he entered his office, spying the package on his desk, forgetting what he even ordered.

He had been working on his and Scully's relationship, trying to get them back to were they were before their life blew up, before he forgot what she meant to him.

He realized that Monday was and anniversary of sorts, it had been three months since he kissed Scully for the last, first time. He wanted to mark the day with a special dinner and started searching the internet for something unique but ads for the eclipse kept popping up. He ordered eclipse glasses on a whim and continued to look for the perfect place for he and Scully to restart their life together.

He opened the box and put the glasses in his desk drawer before finishing his part of the report.

***************************************

Scully and Mulder had starting eating lunch at her apartment the last couple of weeks. It was sort of a trail run on domesticity but they both started to enjoy the familiar feelings of being at home together, again.

Mulder was already at her apartment when Scully arrived, making a sandwich and warming soup on the stove.

“Hey, Scully. You want turkey or ham?”

“Turkey with avocado, please.” she says as she heads to the living room, kicking off her shoes as she goes.

Mulder watches her shrink four inches and grins at the thought of holding her tiny body against his.

It has been 9 months, 22 days and 38 minutes since he made love to her and he can barely think of anything else these last few weeks.

Once her lips touched his again, it was like nothing ever happened. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the Thursday afternoon, three months ago at 4:57pm in their basement office when Scully kissed him.

She put her jacket on in preparation to leave and he reached out to help her. Scully turned around and reached up to peck his lips.

There was a second of shock on both their faces before Mulder pulled her against his chest and crushed his lips to hers. She pulled his head down by gripping the back of his neck, suddenly needing more contact. Her hands ran though the hair at his nape as his gripped her hips. The pressure of Mulder's hands made her sigh against his mouth and Mulder almost lost it.

He pressed Scully into the closed door and slipped his tongue past her lips. The contact caused Scully to grip his neck harder and he slipped his hands lower to raise her up off the floor. As if on instinct, her legs wrapped around his waist; the heat from her body causing Mulder to rock his hips, pushing her hard against the door.

He is painfully hard, not having sex in so long and he can't think of anything else other than her warm heat right now.

“God, Scully you're so fucking beautiful. I've missed you so much.” he breathes along her neck.

Scully's legs tighten around his waist and she brings his mouth back to hers. Her lips are fierce and demanding as she rolls her hips to gain more fiction against his erection. Mulder wants nothing more than to be buried inside her but he pulls away and rests his forehead on hers.

“Scully, what are we doing? We..we..should stop, right?” Mulder looks in her eyes and sees her instantly shut down.

Her cheeks are pink and she slides her legs back down to the floor. She speaks without looking at him.

“I'm sorry, I just...I have to go. Um...see you tomorrow.” With that she was out the door.

He tossed it around in his head for days afterward, thinking maybe she was over-tired but he knew the truth, deep down they were both ready to try again and he wasn't going to take his last chance to make her happy for granted.

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He brings their sandwiches and soup to the living room and sits beside Scully on the couch. He leans over and kisses her, purposeful but not sexual.

Scully sits back and looks at her plate, licking her freshly kissed lips.

Mulder's pants become tight at the thought of being able to kiss her, hold her and make love to her on even given day for the rest of his life.

Mulder clears his throat, “Umm, Scully. What are you doing next Monday? If you're not busy I thought we could do something together.”

“Like a date, Mulder” her eyebrow raised, lips quirked into a smile.

“Well if you want it to be a date, a date it is but I really just wanted to do something special. Monday is a special day after all.”

Scully grins to herself, thinking only Mulder could make an eclipse romantic.

“Sure, Mulder. I'm up for doing something special with you.”

Mulder doesn’t miss the sparkle in her eyes and the twist of her lips and seriously considers calling in sick for the rest of the afternoon so he can wipe that smirk off her face 23 different ways while she calls out his name.

Scully sees the look on Mulder's face and wonders if he knows, she knows his plan to view the solar eclipse next week.

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The week passes without incident and Scully arrives at work on Monday dressed more casual that Mulder can remember.

“Laundry day, Scully?” he quips.

“Mulder, shut up. I didn’t want to trapes around in my good suit, today.”

Mulder gives her a look and heads up to VCU to check on some case notes from Agent Sims.

Lunch comes and goes with no Mulder. Scully calls his cell but he left it on his desk. She heads up to Violent Crimes but Mulder is nowhere to be found, so she goes home for lunch.

Scully is upset to say the least when Mulder shows up at 4:00pm. The eclipse has long passed when Mulder finally breezes in and plops down in his desk chair.

“Geez, Scully. Those guys in Violet Crimes could learn a thing from you. They are so unorganized. I spent all day just trying to get a statement Sims took last week. I'm exhausted.”

“Really Mulder, I thought we had a date. You stood me up.”

“Stood you up, what are you talking about? I wasn't even going to pick you up until six.”

“What about the total eclipse?”

“Isn’t that some cheesy 80's song Scully?”

Scully sighs, “No Mulder, I thought we were going to watch the eclipse together. I thought that was the special thing you wanted to do.”

Mulder can tell she is embarrassed by her obvious disappoint and takes her hand.

“Come on, Scully. Let's get out of here. An eclipse has nothing on what I have planned. My love for you will certainly eclipse an eclipse any day.”

“Who's being cheesy now?” Scully giggles as she heads for the door.

They are quiet as Mulder drives out of town, Scully looks out the window at the familiar streets and turns that take them to the unremarkable house. She wonders if Mulder has been feeling the same as she has the last few months. He has been putting in a effort and Scully has tried to be more open with her emotions but there are still days when they look at each other like strangers.

When she kissed him on instinct three months ago she thought he wanted what she did until he stopped them, so maybe they weren't in the same place. Their relationship would probably be the death of her.

Scully wasn't surprised when Mulder pulled up to the house they once shared and turned off the car.

“Is this okay Scully? I tried to find someplace special but here always won out as the most special place I know.”

“Its fine, Mulder. Here is special to me too.” Scully walks ahead and stops on the porch.

Mulder steps up behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder, “Wait Scully. I meant it. I wanted tonight to be special. I've been planning it for weeks.”

“But the glasses, Mulder. This eclipse was a once in a lifetime event, I can't believe you'd miss it.”

“Scully having you walk into my office 25 years ago is the only lifetime event I want to celebrate today.”

He leans down a places a soft kiss on her lips. Unlike his kiss earlier today, this time his intent is clear. His hand grabs the back of her head and he pulls her closer.

Mulder looks in her eyes for signs of hesitation or wariness, finding none he pulls her the rest of the way and covers her mouth with his.

Scully's body tenses and then relaxes into Mulder's embrace. He thinks he hears a sigh of relief as she draws his bottom lip across her teeth.

“Umm, Scully.” he breathes. “I have so much more planned for tonight. We better slow down.”

Scully pulls back, her face flushed and lips wet. Mulder can't tell if she relieved or upset at the fact he has stopped them once again.

Scully drops her head to his chest. Her voice is low, just above a whisper.

“I don't want to wait anymore, Mulder. I want, I want...” her voice trails off as she turns away. She speaks again without looking at him.

“Mulder, the solar eclipse today, it was 99 years in the making. It took 99 years for the earth, sun and moon to aline just so. That's unique and special.”

She turns back to look at him before she continues.

“What we have is special, something I could never have with anyone else. I'm tired of not being happy with the only person that makes me happy. I want to be in love with you again. I want to aline my heart with yours and black out all the hurt feeling and regret. Why is it so difficult to just say how we feel. After 25 years together can't we just be honest with one another? Just say 'I love you' without it sounding like a question?”

Scully sucks in a breath, her body trembling with both emotions and desire.

Mulder reaches up and cups her face.

“Scully, I love you. Period.” he lightly kisses her lips. “I love you. Explanation point.” He nips her top lip. “There is no question in my mind.”

He kisses her breathless, she breaks the kiss sucking in a shuddering breath, her heart pounding.

“Mulder what you had planned for tonight, is it something we can put off until later?”

Her eyes are full of tears and mischief and for the life of him, Mulder can't remember what he had planned. All he knows is Scully is here and wants him as badly as he wants her.

He scoops her up into his arms and heads for the front door. Scully laughs his favorite laugh when he carries her over their threshold, her arms are wrapped around his neck. Her face buried against his skin, licking and nipping him lightly.

“Scully, I'm not as young as I once was, you'll have to walk upstairs.”

Scully slides from his arms kissing the skin just below his collar. She runs her hand down his chest to rest at his waist.

“Getting soft on me G-Man?” She licks the hollow of his throat and looks up at him. She shivers at the look of lust in his eyes.

Mulder grabs her wrist and pushes it past the buckle of his belt to cover his erection.

“What do you think, G-Woman?” Scully swallows and moves her hand to cup him. The plain front cut of his pants does little to hide his desire for her.

She has noticed his change in styles but hadn't seen the benefit until now.

“Nice pants, Mulder.” she whispers as she sinks to her knees. She looks up at him and slowly undoes his belt. His button and zipper are next and Mulder thinks he might faint.

“Scully, I'm not sure about this. The zipper was almost my undoing.”

“Shh, Mulder. I'm a doctor, remember.” With his pants resting on his hips, she unties his shoes and then reaches up and slides his pants down his legs.

“Step out, Mulder.” His dick is eye level and prefect but Scully is no spring chicken either, she stands and helps him remove his pants and shoes before pushing him towards the couch.

“Have a seat.” Mulder pulls his shirt over his head and sits heavily on the cushions.

“Look, Scully. I really don't need any warm up. I..”

Scully cuts him off with a kiss.

“Mulder, shut up.” She steps back and starts to remove her boots and jeans.

Mulder slowly strokes himself to relieve the pressure that is building with every piece of clothing she removes.

Scully slips her shirt over her head to reveal a matching bra to the pale blue panties he can already see. She sits on the couch next to him and slowly kisses down his chest.

Mulder's dick is hard and arching towards his stomach, like a sexton guiding him to his destination. Scully hums as she nears her prize, licking and nipping his nipples, smiling as his hips raise off the couch the closer she gets.

Once she reaches his navel, she pauses and reaches up to kiss him. The kiss is quick and when she pulls away, she breaths. “I love you” before lowering herself to take the head of his dick in her mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Scully” he screams as she takes him completely on the first stroke.

“Scully, please. I don't want to come yet.”

Scully raises up and steps off the couch. “Did you forget how much I enjoy that particular act?”

“God no, Scully but I can't take that just now.”

Scully unhooks her bra and takes her breasts in her hands. She looks at her hard nipples and pinches them lightly.

“Damn it Scully. I can't take this. Let me fuck you, please.” Mulder's dick is dripping with precum and throbbing with need.

Scully licks her lips and  leans forward to lick the glistening head of his dick.

“Umm. Just like I remember.” Pulling away, she slides her soaked panties down her legs and considers bending over to give Mulder a better view but the look on his face and the beads of sweat running down his temples changes her mind.

She steps out of her underwear and moves to the couch to straddle his legs. She rests on her knees just above his waiting dick. Mulder leans up and takes a hard nipple in his mouth.

“Scully, you're so sexy. I will never get enough of you.”

He circles his tongue around her puckered skin and Scully sighs, resting her hands on his shoulders. Mulder takes her pause in the action to runs his hands down her body. God, he thinks. I’ve missed this. Her skin is soft and smooth. His hand dips lower to her hip and over to cover her right ass cheek. Scully moans at the contact and he slides his hand lower between her spread legs.

“Yes, Mulder.” she breathes.

“Fucking hell, Scully. You're so wet. Come hear.” Mulder pulls her down onto his lap and runs her wet pussy along his shaft.

In one sudden motion, Scully raises up and sinks down on him. “Fuck, yes!” she screams as Mulder's dick is buried to the hilt.

“Damn it, Scully. Wait. Just hold still a second.” Scully pauses on her upstroke.

“I'm not going anywhere. I'm not changing my mind. You are my once in a lifetime, 99 year special event. I love you.”

Scully's eyes feel with tears and Mulder runs his thumbs along her cheeks.

She leans in and kisses him like 3 months ago, like 18 years ago. Mulder pulls her to his chest and turns them so she is on her back on the sofa.

He slides into her warm body, easing out to thrust back in again.

“Forever, Scully.” His pace picks up and Scully wraps her legs higher up on his back.”

“Harder, Mulder.” Mulder does not disappoint.

They come back to themselves in a tangled lump of limbs and sweat.

“Mulder, that was...that was.”

”Yes it was Scully and to think you wanted to waste our day watching a total solar eclipse. Wait, where are my pants.” Mulder reaches for his pants and pulls out his phone. He turns to lay on his side with his back to the back of the couch, Scully pulled close to his side.

“Here it is! I knew today reminded me of a song.” Scully rolls her eyes as Mulder's phone begins to play, 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'  by Bonnie Tyler.

Scully slips off the couch to head to the bathroom, looking back at Mulder. “And you called me cheesy.”

#MSR #S11 #fanfic

[avengersohyeah]

Trace

Part 8

Masterlist

Trace Masterlist

A/N : Hai ........ um this part is bad as fuck i know just bare with me i promise the next part would be at least as interesting as the previous ones.

And if you ever confused about something in this series, just ask me okay...

Dean’s POV

 It’s been a week since the first time we had sex, and well.. I just can’t get enough to feel him on my fingers. Kisses, the hot lust filled one and the vanila innocent one, holding eachother bodies tight in naked tangled mess, or the comfortable cuddle enjoying each others company. Never in my life I imagined that there would be a time for me to enjoy this feeling again, to care for someone that is not Sam or Cas, to love someone. It felt right, so right that I’m forgeting about the problems ahead of us. I was still kind of pissed because last week Cas made (Y/N)’s unconciousness deeper rather than helping him to wake up. He said the reason is for (Y/N) to see the buried memories that he never know existed, to help him in figuring out what should be done in this whole Rating Game shits. All he dreamed about is his memories that somehow supressed by his power, I knew everything. I saw every dream he had, because somehow when he did dream, I have the same dream. I never told anyone about this though, I know Sam would freak out and try to find some kind of explaination. While (Y/N)… I don’t know how would he react, because most of those memories he saw in his dreams were not a good ones. If he know I can see it to… But anyway, since I can see his dreams, I’m starting to figured out what he realy capable of. In one of his dream, there was his father turning the reality back to it’s place, because one year old (Y/N) meld the one where his grandpa is still young, with the one that has cars flying everywhere. It was kind of funny to be honest, seeing the panic from this people from the past seeing cars flying around from the year 4000’s. That’s one dream he could never stop to remember it, I know it, because he liked it, I like it too. For different reasons of course, I like it because of it’s silliness, and he liked it because he can see his father. It broke my heart to see him when he’s awake, he could only see his father from the dreams of memories that he never knew he has.

 When Cas told us his reason to come back to earth, we decided to keep it secret from (Y/N). In the other hand, Cas seems not having any problem in socializing with (Y/N) at all. They met exactly twice before and never really had a conversation, but now they seems to have insides jokes already. And I hate it, I hate that (Y/N) shares those kind of interaction with someone other than me, even with Sam too. I don’t know what happened to me, those linked dreams, the urge to be constantly near him, and now this, the posesiveness ? But that means that I care for (Y/N) right ? That I really love him to the point that I know I’m being clingy to him like Sam said once. I tried to brush it off, and continue to help Sam in research of a case we got recently.

“Dean… are you okay ?” (Y/N) asked while he aproached my chair, he put both of his hands on my shoulder and massaging it firm and slowly just the way I like. I’m starting to relax under his touch.

“Now I’m fine..” I said while closing my eyes.

“Means that you were not minutes ago…”

I sighed, (Y/N) always know how to read me. He don’t need his power to know if something is bothering me. “It’s this case you know ?...” I started reluctantly.

“Yeah.. I know..”

“You knew what ?”

“It’s about the ‘Game’ Dean..” he sighed “All this cases that we found, it’s all about the ‘Game’. Since I asked for your help, it’s all happened because of me Dean….That Madison girl..the vampire nest… and this recent slaughter in Kansas… that’s all happened because of me…”

I grabed his wrists, and brought it to my lips, kissing each of them. “No.. it’s not ….” Before I could finish my sentence, the world around us seemed fo fade, and a moment after, we stood in the midle of nowhere. Like literally, no sky no ground, just this weird colors spining around us.

“What the Hell?” Sam asked in confusion.

“Guys… look !” Cas pointed his finger to a woman floating toward us, she’s fucking floating.

“Welcome home nephew…” Her tone full of fake sweetness,

“Cosmos…” (Y/N) whispered, his hands starting to shake.

“Awhh… no need to call me that, just call me aunt….” She smirks “How was life on earth ? and oooh… how about (Y/M/N), is she alright?”

(Y/N)’s posture getting more tense “It’s you…It’s you ! You killed my mother!”

She chuckle darkly, “No.. no honey, it wasn’t me… it’s him..” She snaped her fingers and someone apeared in front of us. Dressed in old britishy mozart kind of suit. Hair slicked back, his eyes fucking red, and he wear a cape. Like who the hell is this dude ? Then Cosmos says something. “I forget, you won’t remember him in this form… Damian..” She looked to the men, then suddenly the men changed into some kind fictional demons you read everywhere. Horns, half goat body, and a tail. Like what the fuck just happened ? I was about to say something, but (Y/N) beat me.

“You… you’re the one if been looking for this whole time..”

“Ta daa…. Impressive isn’t it ? he’s my pawn (Y/N), I bet you’ve figure it out by now..”

“You are fucking warlock…” Upon hearing this, now I know exactly what happened. This guy decieved (Y/N) when he killed (Y/N)’s entire family. And he decieved those vampires to believe that he’s the alpha vampire.

“The strongest among all.. I always knew that you’re a smart kid (Y/N), so have you think about it ?”

“Think about what ?”

“Joining the Game of course…. See, the game can’t be started when the pieces isn’t complete. Your father lost his bishop and pawn on the last game, but he never really looked for replacement. So I decided myself, that I would make someone to be his piece so I can challenge him again…”

“So you killed my family for that reason ? So you can just have fun playing that stupid game ?” (Y/N) said through the gritted teeth.

“Well if you put it like that… it supposed to make me feel bad, but no. And yes… I did that because your father just can’t let me have fun.”

“By destroying the whole universe and start it over ?”

“Indeed you’re smart kid, and I can’t do that because now I rule the fourth dimension with your oldman. So, now would you be a good boy, be your father’s piece, let me start the game, and let me beat your father so I can have my fun ?” Cosmos inching towards (Y/N)

“No!..” (Y/N) said firmly

“You have made your choice..” She snaped her fingers and suddenly Sam and Cas is gone

“Where are did you take them ?” I shouted angrily

“Home..? Anyway it’s such a disapointment you know ? My nephew fell in love with.. I don’t know … men? But I think it wouldn’t be matter after this…” She backed her way and let her pawn lunged at me and choke my throat.

“Stop!” I hear (Y/N) shouted and lunged forward to attack this warlock dude, but he was thrown the other way by some kind of invisible force from Cosmos. “Stop it.. please let him go…” I hear his voice started to waver. I try and try to break free from the choke, but it seems like my whole power is sucked up from my body. “Dean.. No…!” I looked at him, now he’s traped in some kind of magic fields, crying begging for my life. It angered me, how dare someone make him cry like that. How dare someone hurt him bad like that. I’ll punch the way out of their face, but I can do nothing. I feel so useless, again I make someone that I truly cared for cry. The tears welled up in the corner of my eyes, it’s hurt. Not because of I’m being choked, but seeing (Y/N) so broken like that, begging for my life. I want to fight so badly, but I can’t I feel weaker and weaker. The sounds of (Y/N)’s cries is now muffled, everything is muffled, then I feel it, warm liquid filling up my ears, flowing out of it. I feel the same sensation in my nose too, and my eyes, everything is blury right now. This is it, my end. I was dead then back to life more than any other human could possibly do, but I did. But now, it’s not dead that I feared, it’s the thought of leaving (Y/N). I love him so much, it hurts, not because I’m dying. It hurts to imagine how would he mourn for me, he lost too many people in his life. He’s got a new family, we are family now, I love him so much. I love him… I love him… I love him…. I repeat the mantra, till I can’t feel anything, anymore… I love him..

 Y/N’s POV

 There, my love, slumped lifeless, just the way my other family left me. I stoped crying, at least that’s what I thought. But my tears keep flowing out, I can’t move, I can’t hear, it’s all numb. Those pain in losing my family was too much. But this… this… I should’ve done something, instead of crying and begging I should’ve done something. I should’ve fight, like what my grandpa taught me, fight for those you care, fight for those you love. But I can’t do anything, useless. I just watched my love dead in front of me, because of me. I don’t know what to do, I don’t wanna do anything anymore. The magic field traping me is disappeared, and the men that just killed Dean is now gone too. Just me, Cosmos and once my life dorky older hot boyfriend lying lifeless.

“What have you done ?” Said the deep gravely voice behind Cosmos. I looked up and I saw him, someone that I recognize from all those dreams of my memories.

“Helping you in getting your piece…” She said indifferently.

He just walked passing her, to me, kneeling next to me and hug me. I should’ve been happy that I finaly can hug my father. But I can’t, I’m about to cry harder, before I feel him hand me something. A blade, my blade, he chant something and it’s all blindening white.

 Slowly I opened my eyes, seeing there’s no one else exept for me and Dean’s body. Then I heard him “Son, I’m sorry that I’m too late. But you can save him, your power has been unsealed. You can bring him back, but I can’t, I couldn’t, it’s you that he’s connected with. But remember, if you do bring him back… it means that you’re willingly erase yourself from his life. It’s the cost to bring him back.”

“I don’t care…” 

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#dean winchester fic #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean x reader #dean x male!reader #Dean x Male Reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural scenario #supernatural imagine #dean winchester angst

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"Lorsqu’on traite du vice et de caractères vicieux, je soutiens qu’il vaut mieux les peindre comme ils sont vraiment plutôt que comme ils voudraient l’être. Représenter le mal sous le jour le moins blessant, voilà sans doute la route la plus commode pour l’auteur de fiction, mais est-ce la plus honnête, ou la plus sûre ? Vaut-il mieux révéler les pièges et les chausse-trapes de la vie au voyageur jeune et irréfléchi, ou les couvrir de branches et de fleurs ? Ô lecteur ! Si l’on s’interdisait davantage ces délicates dissimulations des réalités, ces « Paix ! Paix ! » chuchotés là où il n’y a pas de paix, péchés et souffrances ne toucheraient pas tant la jeunesse des deux sexes, réduite à extraire l’amère vérité de l’expérience." - La Recluse de Wildfell Hall, 1848 - Anne Brontë (19 janvier 1820 - 28 mai 1849)

#Anne bronte #citations #citation #quote #quotes #litterature #litterature française #litterature anglaise #lecture

[zcelend]

Mysterious Play [Fushigi Yugi]

When I was a kid I really loved watching anime series and movies (until now but it less since I was more focused on BTS) and became the reason why I have lots of crushes whom doesn't exist, and one of them was Tamahome from Fushigi Yugi.

Tamahome was a warrior of Suzako. He also protects Miaka from danger since she was a girl who was traped in the book of the 4 gods and became the priestess of Suzako. Miaka was only a 15 year old girl who fell inlove with Tamahome (a character from a book of The Four Gods) she knows that it was impossible that she and tamahome will be together for ever since tamahome was just a character while she was a real girl who has a pending exam in the real world.. but it an anime though everything is possible lmao so they ended up being together.

So why am I telling this? when I was watching again that anime in my current age there where something came up into my mind and realized that I knew and loved Taehyung when I was 15 year old girl. I know it sounds delulu but I dunno I just wanted to hurt my self by having lots of faith in myself..

The difference between me and miaka was I am in a real world and also Taehyung but we where living in a different country, doing his career as an idol and didn't even know if I exist while I was here stuDYING and thinking if there would be chance? is that to much? haha this was only my thought lmao I'm in a another world once again. The cause of watching to much fictional anime series.

Anyways Taehyung was a living anime.

[jay4firefic]

It would be really cool to see a fic where Buck always knew he wanted to be a firefighter and came up in Chicago first as an EMT/paramedic straight after high school because that’s what he could legally start as at 18, before becoming a firefighter at 21, but still doing the whole finding himself thing with a hundred different side jobs, all of which have an interesting lesson he learned or funny story. And maybe he met 51 first through the floater pool, but he’s run into them pretty continuously outside of that before even becoming a firefighter.

That would be a really cool fic! I’ve always been kinda sad that we didn’t actually get to see more of Buck in Buck Begins and all of the stuff he did while finding himself. It sounds like you have some pretty detailed ideas about how this should happen already, I totally think you should take a stab at writing it - I’d love to read it.

#tv: 9 1 1 #asks and answers #traped-in-fiction