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thunderstroked · 8 months

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Kill the Carrot || Mona & Felix

TIMING: current. LOCATION: somewhere in town. PARTIES: @recoveringdreamer & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: felix offers to build mona a snowmona. CONTENT: none!

Mona stood across from Felix, her arms crossed. She watched with an arched brow as they put on the finishing touches to the snowman he said was supposed to be her. “The tail looks lopsided, and what’s wrong with its ears?” They didn’t look like fox ears, but like something else– a squirrel’s, maybe. Mona stuck her hands into her pockets after a moment, taking a step around the snowman to get a better look. “You really went out and bought carrots for this? That’s a waste of money.” She wore a pinched expression as she critiqued the snowman. Despite her distaste, she was a little flattered– mostly because somebody had taken the time out of their day to spend time with her. She was used to being alone, for the most part, so this was nice. Even if she didn’t agree with their artistic talent.

—

Felix was not an artist. They liked to try to be, sometimes — they’d done a few of those ‘sip and paint’ classes, where you had a glass of wine and followed along on some painting or another — but they’d never been particularly good at it. They had clumsy hands and a little too much doubt to make up for it. Still, when it snowed, it was pretty much impossible not to try to put their nonexistent sculpting skills to the test. And since they’d happened to be hanging out with Mona, they’d had a ready made model right there! It was perfect.

Or, it would have been, if the Snowmona looked anything like the Regular Mona.

“I know, I know! It’s — It’s a process, okay, it’s abstract. It’s an artist’s vision! You’re not allowed to say art is bad, Mona!” They grinned, putting the last stone in place in the Snowmona’s mouth and taking a step back to look at their work. It was truly terrible. “It looks great!”

—

“I’ve seen abstract. I don’t think this is abstract.” She didn’t really know what abstract art looked like, but she was almost positive that this was not it. It didn’t really matter, though. At their comment, Mona arched a brow. “I’m allowed to say anything is bad if it’s bad, what do you mean?” She could’ve been nicer, but she didn’t see much of a point.

She stopped circling the snowman and opened her mouth to speak before snapping it shut. Mona made a noise at the back of her throat before approaching the snowman, adjusting the carrot nose. “My nose isn’t even this long. You could’ve at least cut it in half.” She frowned before looking back over at Felix.

Now partially distracted, she barely noticed the slight movement from the snowman.

—

“It could be abstract! Have you ever seen the art from… uh…” Felix wasn’t really familiar with artists. “That one guy? He’ll put somebody’s eye on their chin! And their nose on their forehead! I put your eyes and nose where they’re supposed to be.” The Snowmona was bad. The Snowmona was really, really bad. Felix wasn’t really sure why they were even trying to pretend like it wasn’t bad, because it was an undeniable kind of thing, but here they were.

They squinted at the carrot nose. “That’s just how you make snowpeople. With carrot noses.” They turned away from the Snowmona to look at the Regular Mona with a shrug. “I don’t think it’s that bad! I think it’s… I mean, it’s really lifelike. It’s almost like it’s moving!” They gestured back to the Snowmona, which… wait. Was it moving? “Uh… Hey, Mona? You don’t secretly have the ability to animate snow, do you?”

—

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, but his art also sounds bad.” She figured that Felix wouldn’t take her insults to heart, and if he did, then that was their fault. Mona no longer wanted to look at the snowman. It didn’t look good, and she hated the idea that this is what she looked like to somebody.

It moved again and Mona took a careful step back. There was the small trowel that Felix had used to dig up the snow, but would it do anything against what might be inside of the snowman? Probably not. At their question, she gaped. “Why would a fox be able to move snow? That doesn’t make sense, Felix!” It moved again, this time fully– twiggy arms spreading outward. The mouth that’d been closed with rocks was now gaping, icy teeth showing in their full glory. Mona stared at it, then looked back over at Felix. “This is your fault.”

—

“The guy!” Felix insisted. “He’s famous!” But that didn’t help, did it? If they couldn’t provide the name of the artist — which they couldn’t — then any further description would only serve to further muddle the waters. With a defeated sigh, they shrugged. “His art probably sucks,” they allowed. They remembered thinking so as a kid in art history class, anyway.

But there were bigger things to worry about. Things like the fact that the Snowmona was moving now, taking steps towards them with feet it didn’t have. Its movement was a strange shuffle, like scooting. And they knew before they asked that it probably wasn’t Mona doing it, but… well, there was still some quiet disappointment at the revelation. “Yeah,” they sighed, “that’s kind of what I figured.” The Snowmona held its hands out towards them both, and Felix took a step back, dragging Mona back with him. “Should we run, do you think? It, um… It isn’t fast.”

—

“Some famous people are bad. Do you not pay attention to the news?” The pitch of Mona’s voice rose as the snowman moved again. Of course this would happen to her. Of course a new friend would create something ugly of her and it’d be possessed or something. Wasn’t she supposed to be the one doing the possessing? Not that she’d done it frequently, but she’d done it enough times to understand the ins and outs of it, and she was almost positive that was not the case here.

“Run, and let somebody else figure it out? Sounds like the perfect idea.” Mona motioned them to follow her, backing up slightly. The snowman moved forward an inch, and then another, its giant mouth open. She half-expected to smell something, carrots, maybe, but it was just ice and the animalistic scent of Felix who was standing next to her. “Why did this happen? What did you do? Do Balams bring things to life?” She cut her gaze from the snowman to Felix. “Tell me you can kill it.”

—

“No, I know! But I don’t — People like his art. I don’t know much about him as a person. He was around a long time ago, I think, so he probably does suck. Or did? I don’t know if he’s alive. He’s probably not. Unless he’s undead? Or fae. Maybe he’s fae?” They were rambling again. They knew that. They had a tendency of it, sometimes. But Mona knew that by now, and she didn’t seem to mind it much. Felix liked that about her, liked the way she enjoyed hanging out with them even when they were difficult to hang out with.

Okay, when she put it like that, running seemed… Kind of bad. They shouldn’t just leave the problem for someone else, should they? It was their problem. They’d created it! They were practically the parents of this particular problem. “We can… lure it away from people,” Felix decided. Maybe they could just… release it into the woods. “I didn’t mean to! I don’t think balam can bring things to life. I mean, it — It’s never happened before? I’ve made snowmen before, and I can promise that this is a first. Definitely a first.” They deflated a little. “Do we have to kill it? Maybe we can… humanely release it?”

—

Felix was rambling, and while Mona was interested in his theories and wanted to pick his brain about what historical figures might not be so human, now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to get away from the snow creature that seemed to want to sink its icicles into their flesh. Of course this would happen in this godforsaken town– of course things couldn’t be normal. She should have listened to her gut when first arriving, but it was too late for that now.

“Lure it away? Towards us?” Mona’s brows furrowed, then she looked back over at the snowman who was getting closer to them. The urge to leave Felix behind was strong, but the sad look in his eyes made her stay put– it was a perpetual thing. “Are you sure? I think there is a first time for everything, and this might be your first time bringing something to life.” She swallowed thickly and took another step back. At his comment about humanely releasing it, she shot a glare at him. “Felix, we need to destroy this thing, do you see its teeth?” As if trying to show them off, the snowman gained speed, beelining for Felix. Mona’s urge to run was strong, but she couldn’t just leave Felix behind. “We need to run or do something, you’re about to get stabbed!” Air filled Mona’s lungs as she yelled at the snowman, but that did nothing to deter it from going for Felix. “And don’t you dare apologize to this thing once we kill it, Felix. Do you hear me?!”

—

“I don’t want it to eat anyone!” Felix’s voice rose an octave, shriller than their usual fare at the very concept. If a Snowmona that they created ate someone, wouldn’t that kind of make it their fault that that person was eaten? The Snowmona was, like, their kid! Kind of! They didn’t want their kid to eat people! Even if they still had absolutely no idea how this was happening.

They tried to consider Mona’s theory — that this was a balam quirk — but it didn’t really fit. Felix had grown up with their siblings, and they’d definitely built snowpeople in the woods a time or two both before and after their father plucked them from society. None of those snowpeople had ever come to life. “Have you ever built a snowperson before?” Felix demanded, squinting at Mona. “Maybe this is a kumiho thing! Because I’ve built lots of snowpeople, and this is a first!” They shifted a little as she turned to glare at him, sheepish. “I don’t know! It feels mean to kill it. We literally brought it to life with our bare hands! And it’s you! I don’t want to kill you, Mona!”

As they said it, the Snowmona made a swing for them, giant icicle ready for the stabbing. Felix was able to dodge easily enough — it really was slow — but their feelings were a little hurt, and they flashed the mound of snow a look to convey this. He’d been standing up for the Snowmona! It was a little rude to try to kill him after that. “Okay! Okay, we can — do we have to call it killing? Maybe we just… melt it?”

—

“No, I’ve never built a snowperson before!” She thought that was fairly obvious by her lack of opinion, but she could understand– Felix might be looking for someone else to blame, but Mona was sure that she wasn’t the person that should be blamed for this, especially. Maybe other things, but not the giant snow freak that was coming towards them. “Why would you even suggest that?! I’m not capable of bringing things to life! I would know! I’m old!” Her shouting did nothing to deter the snowman from its quick approach. She wanted to run, but she stood firmly next to Felix.

“Felix, I didn’t touch this thing! You made it! You even added the carrot! The pebbles– how did it get teeth?! Did you do that when I wasn’t looking?!” Their argument was devolving into nothing– pointing fingers would only get them into more trouble and she knew it. This was like it was back home– in a place she couldn’t recognize anymore, and Felix held certain mannerisms that reminded her of her siblings. It brought her grief, but in this moment, it was mostly familiarity.

The snowman was a violent thing, and as far as Mona was concerned, she wasn’t violent. Only when she needed to be. “It’s alive, we want it dead, I’m pretty sure that amounts to killing it!” The snowman was slow in movement, but the icy teeth looked deadly all the same. At Felix’s recommendation of melting it, Mona froze, looking down at her hands, then back to Felix. “I could have done this the entire time? Why didn’t you suggest it before!” It was the most obvious way to solve their current predicament, but still. Would her foxfire even work against it? It was worth a try.

Mona concentrated on the way the heat felt in her hands, watched as the orb punched a hole through the snowman’s chest, but it did little to deter it. “Um, I think it needs to be more.”

—

“Just because you’re old doesn’t mean there aren’t things you could learn! Maybe it’s rare! Maybe this is a rare thing that some kumiho do and you’re special!” That didn’t sound right. But neither did the idea that Felix had somehow brought the snow creature to life. They tried to remember the details of Frosty the Snowman, humming the song under their breath to try to help them with the lyrics. It had been a hat, hadn’t it? A hat had brought Frosty’s jolly soul to life. But the Snowmona wasn’t wearing a hat, and it didn’t look particularly jolly, either. If anything, it looked a little murderous. Which, hey, wasn’t that far off from how Mona Mona looked right now, so maybe that had something to do with it!

Briefly, Felix considered suggesting that Mona be a little less frustrated with the situation, but that only seemed like a sure-fire way to make her more upset. So he shrugged, looking back to the Snowmona warily. “I never gave it teeth,” he promised quickly. “I wouldn’t do that! Snowpeople don’t need teeth. They don’t eat food. And — I mean, they wouldn’t be able to brush them. They don’t have access to running water and toothpaste.”

But the Snowmona’s inability to brush teeth it shouldn’t have had was less important than the way it was moving towards them now. Felix could recognize murderous intent when they saw it; they had a whole lot of experience with it at work. “I don’t want it dead! I just — you know — don’t want it to kill us!” Could it kill them? How dangerous, exactly, was a snowperson? It didn’t have any weapons, and how much damage could it really do with twig arms?

Still, melting it was probably the only way to really eliminate any danger, and Mona seemed to have a plan. Felix watched with some interest as she shot… something at her snow clone, punching a hole through its chest. They didn’t know much about kumiho, but they thought it was a cool trick all the same. “Maybe — Maybe we need to use fire-fire? Like a lighter? Or a — I don’t have a flamethrower.”

—

“I think I would know if I could bring things to life!” From the brink of death, sure, but her shadow still reflected a second tail, which meant that she hadn’t somehow broke the laws of– well, whatever gumiho magic was, and brought something inanimate into a soulful existence. Mona wasn’t totally sure that it wasn’t Felix who’d done something to create this, since they’d been the only one actually touching the snowman, but now wasn’t the time to continue arguing.

“Maybe it wants to eat the carrot you used for the nose! You know, I told you not to make it a nose!” Mona assumed that because the snowman was moving, it could detect them in other ways. Its beady little eyes and its large, gaping mouth served as a reminder that they were in danger, and Mona hated being in danger. There was no thrill in nearly dying, not when she’d already come so close before.

“Do you just carry around a flame thrower?!” Mona took a large step back to avoid a swipe of the twig arm as the snowman plowed towards them, frost at his backend spraying into the air. She’d seen something in a movie once, a can of hairspray and a lighter, but she had neither– and she didn’t assume Felix had anything to help the cause, either. She focused her energy and shot another ball of fire at the snowman, this time punching a second hole through its forehead. It staggered this time, but was still moving towards them.

“I’m never going to let you live this down, if we survive this. Felix, I’ve been through so much and if I die to a snowman I will figure out a way to haunt the hell out of you!” The snowman launched again, this time at her, and nearly caught her forearm. “Stop! Stop it! This is not what I was promised!” Another ball of fox fire flung towards the snowman, this time through its middle. She needed to not worry so much about conserving energy and instead save her and Felix’s skin. A shriek left the gumiho as the snowman lunged for her, twigged arms extended out. Mona launched a series of fox fire balls from her hands, as if punching through the air with her palms. The fire burned holes through several parts of the snowman, leaving it to look like a piece of poorly drawn swiss cheese.

—

“Have you ever tried to bring a snowperson to life before? Maybe this is just the first time you’ve tried it!” Except Mona hadn’t been trying to bring the Snowmona to life, had she? There was no way she’d done it consciously, at least — she hadn’t even wanted to build it in the first place. But Felix hadn’t done anything consciously, either, so… the only alternative was some weird Wicked’s Rest magic. Felix wasn’t really up to speed on most magical things. They’d been raised with full knowledge of the supernatural, but only as it related to balam. Exorcists, mediums, other shifters, hunters… those were things they knew about. Spellcasters, fae, undead and the like? It was all much less defined in their mind.

Whatever this was, it must have been something related to those lesser known things, then. Maybe a spellcaster had done this as a joke, or maybe some fae was doing… something. Felix wasn’t entirely sure if this was within a fae’s abilities, but given their experiences? They were willing to distrust fae as a general rule. “I don’t think it would eat its own nose! It’s not even reaching for the nose.” The carrot hung between the eyes and the mouth, limp and sad. It wasn’t a very good carrot; maybe that was the problem. Maybe the Snowmona was upset that Felix hadn’t given it a better carrot for its nose.

“No! That’s why I don’t have one!” They didn’t even want a flamethrower. Those seemed a little overwhelming. Kind of scary? Not fun. Felix didn’t love fire, anyway. It made the jaguar anxious, or it made Felix anxious, or both. Mona’s balls of energy seemed to be having some effect, at least in slowing the snow creature down, but Felix knew they were going to need more than that. “What if — What if we get it to follow us inside somewhere? Where there’s heating?”

The Snowmona continued to come towards them both, and Felix continued to scramble backwards. “It really doesn’t like you! Do you think — Does it want to take over your life? Because it looks like you?” The questions were hurriedly whispered, as if he was afraid the mound of snow might overhear and take offense. It would probably take a lot more offense to the way Mona put a few holes in it with the fox fire blasts, of course, but there was no way for Felix to prevent it from knowing about those. “What do you think? Should we, uh, try to get it inside? It’ll melt pretty fast in the heat!” Especially with the new holes in its torso.

—

Mona didn’t use her abilities often– most of the time trying to conserve any and all energy for the inevitable downfall she might face– though, she guessed this was close to that. She inhaled sharply, moving backwards, sweat beading at the back of her neck and forehead. She wanted to go home, wanted to have a nice dinner, and go to sleep– not face whatever this was.

The snowman that’d come to life begged for more attention, however– another swing of its twiggy little arm, this time swiping helplessly through the air, not even close to either her or Felix. It was still charging towards them– or sliding. Mona wasn’t really sure what to call the movement, but Felix’s words caused her lips to form an o as she looked over at him. “That thing looks nothing like me! Why are you insulting me, Felix?!”

But now wasn’t the time to address how he viewed her. She had access to mirrors, she knew she was beautiful, and for Felix to say that this monster looked like her, it was appalling. “Sure, we can take it to somebody else– make it their problem!” Exasperated, Mona took a wide step back, giving the snowman enough room to move without touching her. There seemed to be nobody else seeing what they were currently going through, so to repeat back this stupid adventure might gain her nothing but a concerned glance. She hated that she was in this position.

She whirled around, desperate to see anything that might help. “Do you think that– it’s a store full of hot tubs.” Mona frowned, then looked over at Felix. “We should drown it.”

—

The Snowmona’s attempts to attack were… almost sad. The little guy would have never made it in the Grit Pit, that much was certain. It was clumsy, uncoordinated. Was that just because it was made out of snow, or was it because Felix had been the one to create it? Had they doomed it to an unsuccessful life? They almost felt bad for it… except for the whole ‘attempted murder’ bit. If it weren’t attacking them and Mona, they would have felt way worse.

“I’m not insulting you! It doesn’t look exactly like you. I just think it looks like what you’d look like if you were made out of snow.” Or… Felix’s interpretation of what she’d look like made out of snow. They probably could have done a better job. The ears were bad. They could admit that the ears were very, very bad. But they’d only really seen Mona’s fox ears, like, twice, and both times had seen them focused elsewhere! Felix thought he probably deserved a little bit of slack.

Desperation was beginning to build. The Snowmona didn’t seem entirely dangerous — its arms were made of sticks and it wasn’t very good at using them — but it was pretty determined, and that was a problem. Felix, like Mona, scanned the area for solutions, but it was her who found a good one. “Hot water?” That wasn’t a bad idea. “Yeah! Yeah, that’ll, uh… That’ll be quick.” That was kinder, wasn’t it? A quick death? (Was it a death? Was the Snowmona alive? The question bothered Felix more than it should have.) “Come on. We can lead it over that way, and then… bring it inside.”

They ducked past the mound of snow, pausing to shove at it in an attempt to goad it into following them. It seemed to work. The Snowmona turned around, painfully slow, and began shuffling towards Felix as he made his way towards Uncle Sal’s Bathtub Emporium across the street.

—

“I think I would be a much hotter snow creature, Felix! Except without the heat, because then I’d melt.” It was ironic considering they were trying to melt the suddenly live snowman. Maybe she’d melt from the inside out or something, if that were even possible. Mona wasn’t sure how she’d gotten herself into this situation. It was absurd, really.

This town was severely fucked up, Mona decided. As soon as Esther was back, she was leaving. It would be better that way, anyway. It was only a matter of time before photos of her fox form got back to her family somehow. The idea that somebody in her family could have ties to this town was in itself laughable, but she didn’t want to chance it.

And she would not die to a snowman version of herself. She refused.

Luckily, it seemed like Felix was okay with the idea of drowning their new friend, and Mona followed after them obediently, far enough away from the snowman in case she accidentally gained its attention again. It hobbled after Felix painfully slow, and Mona could see Felix’s retreating figure through the holes she had managed to punch through its chest. “Do you like water? You may also need to go in.”

There was an employee who greeted them at the door, eyes wide by the sight of the animated snowman. “We need to use your hot tub, the hottest one. Do you know which one that is?”

The woman slowly lifted a hand, finger extended towards a bright blue tub.

—

“Snow creatures aren’t supposed to be hot! And not — I mean, not just for temperature reasons. There are a lot of reasons why snow shouldn’t be hot!” There was a hint of desperation in Felix’s voice, though it was more to do with the overall situation than the conversation at hand. After all, this wasn’t the sort of thing they knew how to resolve, and there was always some stress in that. Selfishly, they were glad to be experiencing it with Mona. She was much better at keeping a cooler head than he was.

She was also better at planning. The hot tub idea was a good one, and much better than anything Felix might have come up with. If left to their own devices, they weren’t sure how they would have gotten rid of the Snowmona; it was probably best not to ask that question for fear of the answer. It didn’t matter, anyway. Mona was here, so Felix would go with her plan.

He led the Snowmona towards the hot tub store, wincing at how slow the process was. It was kind of a relief, in a way; if the plan somehow failed, they probably weren’t in any real danger of being hurt by something that moved this slowly. Felix smiled at the employee who greeted them, though it was a strained thing. He thanked her quietly as she pointed them towards a hot hot tub, continuing to lead the Snowmona towards it.

“I don’t want to get in,” they admitted as they reached the edge of the tub. “I — I mean, I know it’s warm in the tub, but it’ll be cold when I get out of it, and I don’t have a change of clothes! What if I turn into a Snowfelix and you have to melt me? I don’t want to be melted!”

—

“Well, you didn’t try very hard to make me hot at all! And maybe if you did, then we wouldn’t be running into the issue of your creation trying to kill us!” The argument was not so much an argument as it was a slew of words being thrown from one direction to the next, all in the hopes to quickly get rid of the problem facing them. Mona didn’t like being in danger as much as the next guy– she was too stingy about her extra tail, and the idea of having to cure some fatal injury on either herself or Felix because of a snowman was pissing her off, even if it hadn’t yet happened.

The way that the snowman hobbled up towards the hot tub was painful to watch– eerily slow, but its dripping fangs made of ice were nothing to laugh at. She was convinced that one swift movement, and Felix’s head would pop off.

By the lack of reaction from the employee, Mona had to wonder how many times she’d been in this situation, or if this was the first. Were they the best part of this woman’s day, or the worst? Mona got a look at her nametag, Kendall. Poor Kendall. At least they could prevent the snowman from killing her, too.

But Felix was stopping, explaining that the water wasn’t something he wanted to interact with and Mona felt herself becoming frustrated. “So it makes sense for me to do it, then?” She glanced over her shoulder, noticing that Kendall was now nowhere to be found. She knew that if she shifted and then came back, she’d be wet all the same, so the idea of going into fox form would do nothing for her to keep dry. “You got us into this! You made it!” She pointed at a rack of towels and a branded t-shirt and sweatpant set. “I’ll buy you those. Or steal them, either or. Get in, Felix, you’re going swimming with your monster.”

—

“Why would I try to make you hot? I don’t think that’s why it’s trying to kill us.” Though they didn’t know for sure, did they? Maybe this was retribution for Felix not making the Snowmona hot. But how did you make a snowperson hot? Why would you? Were these really questions they should be worrying about now? They probably had bigger things to worry about, what with the Snowmona and all. (Could the Snowmona also throw foxfire? Snow foxfire? Felix didn’t really want to find out.)

In the heat of the store, the Snowmona was dripping. A puddle of water trailed behind it as it approached Felix, bearing its icy fangs. “I’m sorry!” Felix shouted at the slowly approaching mound of snow. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you hot! I didn’t know you’d want to be hot! I didn’t know you’d want anything at all, actually, but I definitely didn’t know you’d want to be hot! I would have tried to make you hotter if I knew!” The Snowmona didn’t seem to care for the apology. It continued to approach, and it continued to drip, and Felix stood at the edge of the bubbling hot tub with no desire to go any further.

At Mona’s promise to steal clothes for him, Felix let out a low sound of frustration. Mona had a point — they were the one who’d made the Snowmona. It was only fair that they be the one to destroy it, too. With a quiet groan, he stepped backwards into the hot tub, wincing at the unpleasant sensation of hot water rising up the fabric of his pants.

The Snowmona closed in. It bore its teeth again, and then — pop! A fox version of the snowy beast stood at the edge of the tub, letting out the strangest sound Felix had ever heard before leaping towards them, icy claws at the ready. Felix closed his eyes, holding his breath and submerging himself in the warm water. When they rose back up, the Snowmona was gone. A carrot floated in the bubbling water. Felix picked it up with a frown. “Should we give this to the hot tub employee person? I feel bad.”

—

“Look at me, Felix! I’m hot! Why wouldn’t you try to make something that looks like me also hot!” Mona felt as though her argument held a lot of weight, because of course it made sense that if she were hot, something created in her vision would also be attractive, right? Though, she had admit– she didn’t think there was any single way to make a snowman hot. Unless it was literally.

Felix was apologizing to the snowman, and honestly, that was the least weird thing to happen today. It was actually fairly in character for them to do so. Mona stood to the side, hands balled into fists, the fear of this not working and creating something more dangerous at the tip of her mind. What would they do in that case? Mona would run, probably– all care for assisting Felix out the window.

Mildly satisfied with the way that Felix at least took ownership for his mistake (the snow monster being the mistake, not so much it not being hot), Mona took a few steps back, anticipating something to happen once the snowman was in the water. But something did happen. In a flurry of motion, smoke and mirrors– a fox appeared, and though it looked nothing like her form, she had to say it was uncanny. “What the fu–” Before she could get the rest of her words out, it was lunging at Felix who was submerging themself into the water.

The snow fox disappeared almost instantly after making contact with the hot bubbling water. A carrot remained, and Mona felt disgusted that this had happened at all. She looked up at Felix as he emerged from beneath the water, and she pointed at him. “Why the hell would she want the carrot? What if it’s possessed? What if that’s what made the snowman alive? We need to burn that. Felix get out, we need to burn the carrot.”

She was so convinced that the carrot was what had done this that she reached forward, swiping it from Felix’s hand to submerge it back beneath the water. “We’re drowning this carrot, then we’re burning it.”

—

“I am not an artist!” Felix replied, sounding a little put out. How could they be expected to make a snowperson hot? Was that even a possible thing to achieve? They didn’t even think Michelangelo would have been able to do it — the artist or the Ninja Turtle. There was only so much that was physically possible, after all.

It was also the least of their worries. Was it a risk, trying to defeat the Snowmona in this way? Was there a chance they made things worse, somehow? Logic dictated that melting the snow would be the best way to rid themselves of their problem, but what could logic possibly tell them about a problem that included a snowperson coming to life and trying to chase them down? For all they knew, the Snowmona wanted them to try to melt it. But Felix had no better ideas, and he didn’t think Mona did, either. It was this, or it was nothing. And they definitely didn’t want to do nothing.

The snowfox was a surprise. It didn’t look much more like Mona’s fox form than the Snowmona looked like her human form, but it had two tails and sharp teeth and Felix would rather not figure out how much more of Mona was within it. (They were pretty sure Mona-Mona would bite them if it came down to it. They didn’t want Snowmona to do it in her stead.)

The plus side, of course, was that the Snowmona, even if it did have properties of the actual Mona, was still made of snow. It hit the water and it was gone in an instant, so fast that blinking might have caused you to miss the fact that it had jumped at all. Felix, sitting fully clothed and submerged in the hot tub, felt a little silly now that the danger — however big or small it may have been — had passed. They looked back to Mona, looking from her to the carrot. “Do you think so?” Had the carrot really caused all this? “Wouldn’t burning it just… cook the carrot?”

Aforementioned carrot was gone from his hand in a heartbeat, transferred to Mona and dunked beneath the water in the tub where he still sat. “I think I’m stew right now,” Felix commented, making a face as they climbed out of the hot tub. “It doesn’t feel possessed, does it? It just feels like a carrot. Is it — you don’t think it’s a ghost carrot, do you? Like… the spirit of a carrot that was eaten?”

—

“I can tell!” Mona wasn’t really sure what else to say now that the snowman had completely disappeared. She wondered if in the event the store froze over, if the snowman would come back to life even more powerful than before. She hoped not, considering it’d be a hot-tub shaped ice cube wreaking havoc across town.

“No, cooking would imply eating the carrot, and I can’t let you get possessed either.” Though, Mona wasn’t sure if that wasn’t already the case for Felix. He had a spirit living inside of him, wasn’t that possession? It was a little more complicated than that and she knew it, but she hadn’t yet gotten the munchies for what lived inside of them, so she called that a win. Maybe it was something else entirely, especially considering she’d never really run into a balam until arriving in the states. There’d been stories, sure, but nothing that painted the real picture.

“That’s disgusting. Some things might want to eat you, but nobody here.” She released her grip on the carrot and it bobbed in the water again. “Here.” She grabbed the t-shirt and a pair of bright purple sweatpants that matched the company’s logo across the ass. “It’s really bold of them to think this is a good design.” She frowned at the pants as she passed it over to them. Mona returned to the hot tub and peered inside, pausing at his question. “You think…” She looked around before shaking her head. “I’m not going to risk shifting just to see if the carrot is possessed. Maybe later.”

—

“You don’t have to be mean,” Felix huffed, but it was clear that their feelings weren’t really hurt. It was just a matter of fact, their lack of artistic abilities. Any attempt to deny it was only going to embarrass the both of them, especially considering the ‘proof’ of this lack of ability displayed in the now-melted Snowmona.

He looked down at the carrot, softened by the bubbling water in the tub. “I’m not going to get possessed!” It wasn’t impossible for a balam to be possessed, though it was uncommon. Felix already had one extra spirit living in their chest — there wasn’t much room for more. “And you can cook something without eating it! It’s just… a little wasteful, I guess?” Was it wasteful not to eat this particular carrot? Maybe they should feed it to one of the reindeer wandering around town. They already seemed to be prone to violence, so it probably wouldn’t matter much if they got possessed.

Felix took the clothes Mona offered them, going to stand behind a hot tub as they undressed. It felt a little silly, considering he’d been naked in public plenty of times in the aftermath of shifts, but it was a hard habit to break. “Well, that’s not really fair,” they commented, pulling off the soaked shirt and making a face at the way the fabric stuck to their skin. “You’re the only one here, and I know you don’t want to eat me.” They pulled on the dry shirt, and then the sweatpants. They were soft, and certainly warmer than their soaked clothing, which they folded as best they could and tucked under their arm. “I could shift my eyes,” they offered. “Do you think I should?”

—

“There is a difference between being honest and being mean, and I’m not being mean!” Maybe she was being a little mean, but Mona felt as though she had the right to do so. Felix had nearly killed the both of them with a snowman. She still wasn’t sure how it had come to life, but she didn’t figure that was so important now that it had melted.

Mona frowned, “so you’re telling me that you wanted to cook and eat the carrot after building that– the replica of me? I don’t believe it.” She continued on, squinting at him, “you don’t even really look like you eat carrots, so I’m not sure where you’d be going with this, anyway.” The idea that he would have pawned the carrot off to her afterwards disappointed her a little more than the actual live-action snowman did.

“Why do you want somebody to eat you, Felix? Do you hate yourself that much?” She knew the answer, could see it in the way he never defended himself. It was a little cruel, imposing that trait onto him, she realized. “You should love yourself. It’s important. I’m sure you’d be delicious to somebody, somewhere, but not right now.” She flexed her fingers, averting her eyes as Felix undressed. She’d seen naked body upon naked body, and while that’d been in beings like herself, something outside of that felt… rude. She moved towards the wall with accessories and grabbed a tote bag, chucking it over her shoulder at Felix so they could put their wet clothes inside.

“You can do that?” Mona whirled around, eyes bright and round.

—

“Sometimes honesty is mean!” Felix protested. Deep down, though, they knew Mona didn’t mean it as an insult. They also knew that she was right. His snow carving skills left a lot to be desired, and it was pretty much impossible to claim anything to the contrary. Even if the Snowmona hadn’t come alive and tried to kill them (was it trying to kill them?), it was hard to pretend that it had been an accurate depiction of Mona herself.

It must have been at least a little accurate, though. It had turned into a fox in the end. That was a pretty accurate detail.

The carrot was a little less accurate. And when she put it like that, it did sound a little weirder. Felix frowned, looking at the carrot again. “Well, I don’t want to eat it. I just think it’s bad to let it go to waste. It’s not good to waste food.” They’d gotten pretty into that mentality when living with their father in the woods. Every part of the things killed for meat were used in one way or another, and nothing was thrown away. The same had gone for things grown in the family garden. It was a difficult habit to break here, even if only for a single carrot.

“I don’t want anyone to eat me,” he replied, though he’d already forgotten the actual point of the conversation. “I’m just saying, like, I don’t think I’d taste bad. I think plenty of things would like eating me.” They shifted a little, the rest of her statement hitting a little closer to home than he’d liked to admit even if they knew it had all been said in jest. They folded their wet clothes as best they could, the fabric not quite dry enough to be molded into anything more than a ball of shirt and pants, and they trotted over to Mona once fully dressed to tuck everything into the bag she’d grabbed.

At her question, they glanced up at her, a little surprised. “Oh! Yeah. The, uh… The jaguar can see ghosts, because he’s a spirit. So when I’m using his eyes, I can see them, too.”

—

“But you used the carrot for the nose. Were you going to eat it afterwards? I don’t eat carrots.” She only liked them candied, and even then, it was a stretch. Mona looked up at the wall of items that displayed the company’s logo across them. She knew she wasn’t great with graphic design, but they should really fire whoever they employed.

With a sigh, she turned back around, eyebrow arched. “In this town, you might be right.” Plenty of things would probably sink their teeth into her, if given the chance. Of course, she’d never want to find out– she was far too self-preserving for that. Mona crossed her arms over her chest and watched as Felix deposited the wet clothes into the bag.

“That’s…” She tilted her head to the side, looking up at Felix. Squinting slightly, she tried to see if there was anything she could see in Felix’s gaze. “I can only see ghosts when in fox form, and I assume that’s also through my eyes.” They were a lot more alike than she’d originally anticipated, despite being on opposite ends of the food chain. “But I can’t partial shift, not on purpose, at least.” Her ears and tail that sprouted at inopportune moments were a reminder of that.

“You guys should leave.”

It was Kendall’s voice that interjected. She held a broom at the ready, eyes wide with fear. “You don’t have to pay, but you should leave– you should definitely leave. Please.”

Mona looked over at Felix with another sigh. “Come on, grab the carrot so we can go and kill it.”

#para: kill the carrot #para: felix #wickedswriting

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mcflymemes · 2 years

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QUOTES FROM SURVIVOR ON CBS

hey... hold up, bro.

i just always wanted to say that.

that’s the way it sounded to me.

he’s got his head so far up your ass his eyeballs are sticking out of your mouth.

that means you don’t respect me.

it’s fricking nauseating, frustrating... AND I’M PISSED!

i kept having to remind myself “don’t get booty blinded.”

you know, they keep me warm.

i already know this is not for me.

i can’t even keep myself warm! get off of me!

what are you trying to pull? i’m already going home.

it’s a fucking stick!

it has a face on it!

i’ll lie, i don’t care, but i’ll make up a good lie.

i’m just gonna spread truth, lies, and rumors.

that’s probably the most boobs i’ve probably seen in my whole life.

when it comes down to it, i want that million dollars.

i’ll wear a tiara. a man tiara. do they make those?

i don’t forgive, and i don’t forget.

are you really going to eat it? because that would be hot if you ate it.

when it comes down to it, we don’t mix. we’re like chicken parm and tuna fish - it just don’t taste good.

i didn’t know they could frickin’ fly.

as long as it’s not me, i’m happy.

i’m not calling you stupid.

those are the worst looking water shoes i’ve ever seen.

would you agree with that?

you know, whiners are wieners.

you need to go home.

he’s gonna dump me.

that was the most childish act you’ve done so far.

i came back broke, full, half-drunk and pissed off, so i’m gonna burn this house down in the next day or so.

making love is my sport.

you need to get in the ocean and wash your ass.

i’ve never heard anything that surprised me more than what you just said.

somebody call a whambulance!

you may remember me for making men speak llama.

you have like, your normal stomach and your dessert stomach, so your dessert stomach is still hungry.

it’s that kind of cocky attitude that makes people really hate your guts.

i’m against you.

we’re devouring them one at a time.

they won’t. they never do.

we just annihilate them.

i don’t pray for anything.

i brought my bag of tricks tonight.

my second chance is all about family.

you’re garbage at rapping. you can’t rap. you have no bars.

i know i gotta stay here, ‘cause i’m on probation!

like, how do you infiltrate that?

i’m like a phoenix rising from the ashes... ready to burn down your house.

i’m totally using the mom card, are you kidding me?

are we being punk’d?

does anyone want to come marvel at this splendor?

i can get loud too! what the fuck!

i’m gonna burn his hat.

i don’t think you were the mastermind behind it. i don’t think you’re smart enough to do it.

i don’t know... i wasn’t paying attention. i don’t really care.

my grandma’s at home watching jerry springer right now.

you have made my life hell from day one.

he’s a snake and he lies, but he also tells the truth too.

i will always wave my finger in your face.

i hope you guys all get bit by a freaking crocodile.

no, go ahead, you have to say something bad about me.

we’re younger and cuter.

the tribe has spoken.

you give away so much. you don’t even know enough to keep your mouth shut.

you take care of her, i’ll take care of you.

one man should not have this power. luckily, i’m not an ordinary man.

pony ride’s over. you’re welcome for carrying you this far.

au revoir, arrivederci, or, as we like to say in boston... see ya later.

it’s getting the best of me.

fear keeps people loyal. that’s straight out of the godfather.

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bellascarousel · 1 year

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Hey!I love “Let’s Run Away Together”! I’ve had it open in a tab since chapter 1 came out lol! Was wondering if we could get a look at Kate waking up after falling asleep with Anthony comforting her in the aftermath of Lady Mary/Edwina. Fluff fluff and more fluff

xoxo

Aww... thank you! And here you go! (It ended up really long, and maybe not as fluffy as you were hoping for...)

“Good morning, Lady Bridgerton. Did you sleep well?”

Kate blinked at her husband, still in his clothes from the night before. Though his cravat was gone, as were his boots. His jacket and waistcoat were unbuttoned, but still on. A quick survey of her own clothing revealed her to be in a similar state. Her shoes were off, her dress unbuttoned and stays untied. And her hairpins had also disappeared somewhere. She pulled out of Anthony’s arms and sat up. “Do I even want to know what happened last night?”

“You managed to cry yourself to sleep. I didn’t want to wake you, so I did the best I could to make us comfortable without moving you too much.”

“I am so sorry.”

Anthony shook his head, then sat up and kissed her softly. “Never apologize for that. I am your husband. Comforting you when you are upset is my responsibility. And honestly, knowing what I do of your past, I’m quite honored that you are willing to cry in front of me. It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to allow yourself to be that vulnerable.”

Kate could only nod. The truth was that Anthony was the first person she had cried in front of pretty much since her father died. It had honestly surprised her how she had cried during some of their talks on the way to Scotland. And she knew that it was the same for him. And, as he said, she considered it an honor that he was able to be vulnerable with her.

“So, I suppose we should talk about the conversations we had yesterday. Did Mary and Edwina say anything at all of import?”

“Other than assuring me that they love you, no. Though, as I said, that could be because I barely let them speak. I was so angry on your behalf, Kate. I was so angry, and I just… I lashed out. Told them quite a bit of what I thought of them. Pointed out that Lady Mary is not your mother-”

“Anthony!”

He actually chuckled at that. “I wasn’t throwing her lack of blood relation to you in her face, but her actions. I told her that if anything, you were her mother, not the other way around.”

“Oh dear.”

“As I said, I was not kind. And perhaps most of it does not really need to be repeated. Though, one thing that you might need to hear, though, is my assessment of the tactic you took in trying to keep me and your sister apart.”

“Oh? And just what did you have to say about that?”

“I pointed out that you took the wrong tactic. That you were so convinced that I am not good enough for her that you never considered that she might not be good enough for me.”

“Well, that is certainly an interesting thought. I’m assuming you gave an example?”

“Ascot. I pointed out that if she cared about you at all, my courtship of her would have ended when you told her that me paying Mr. Dorset to pay attention to you hurt you. But, also that had you told me that it had hurt you, and you told her that and she didn’t care, my courtship of her would have ended. Because how could I trust somebody who cared so little about her own sister’s feelings with my sisters? How could I trust somebody who didn’t seem to love her own sister to love mine? How could I possibly trust her to be a confidante for them when she has shown such blatant disregard for you?”

Kate stared at him, stunned. They had talked about Ascot, of course. About how hurt she had been by it all. But, while he had apologized for his own part in that, they never really discussed the implications of Edwina’s part in it. She felt tears welling up in her eyes again as she was made to consider that particular aspect of it all.

Anthony was, as usual, ever solicitous of her moods. “Hey! I didn’t say that to upset you. I just… do you want to know something?”

“What?”

“While I was already in love with you, even if I wasn’t really ready to admit it to myself, the moment that really solidified things for me was when you begged me to go through with the wedding.”

“I pushed you away in the worst way possible, and you loved me for it?” This was also news to her. While they had talked about how she had hurt him, that morning, he had never mentioned this. It was quite fascinating, honestly.

“Yes. I know that it sounds strange. But, I could see it in your eyes that you were hurting. But, you were willing to do whatever it took to ensure your sister’s happiness. As I told your mother and sister when I went to see them, family is everything to me. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself for yours only made me love you more. I went through with that wedding for your sake, Kate. Because if only one of us got to be happy, it would be you.”

Kate was done talking. She knew that eventually she would have to tell Anthony about her conversations with his family. But, for right now, she just needed to be close to him. To know that he was here, and he was hers. She pulled him in for a kiss. And as their tongues tangled together, she pushed his jacket and waistcoat down his arms.

Anthony, for his part, needed no further coaxing or explanation. He quickly helped her make short work of the rest of their clothing. It was nearly time for luncheon before they finally emerged from their room. And if anybody had thought to come looking for them, they clearly turned away at the sounds of pleasure that neither of them even tried to muffle.

#bella talks writing #let's run away together #bella's asks and answers #writing snippet

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paranoidpoltergeist · 2 years

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Transformers: Cyberverse Review (2/2)

So I finally watched cyberverse and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and do my review while I was at it instead of having to rewatch it later. This ended up being so much longer than I expected and I tried to look back over it to the best of my ability but I wrote these directly after finishing each season so at some very odd hours of the day if anything is worded weirdly sorry about that. Please keep in mind this is my opinion and you might not agree:) Season 3:

Lemme start this off by saying I was so excited to see G1-Esque Laserbeak again but the absolute BUTCHERING of my boy drifts character. I was so sad dude, let him have his redemption arc:( plus Hot Rod, Cheetor, and Shockwave dying?! Not even right. I also lied because episode 5 of this season is the most confusing thing I’ve ever seen. I am so completely lost. How is Hot Rod back? What is even happening? Is that squid thing a Quintessons? Two of which were partially answered. Next episode we find out what happened with Hot Rod and you’ll notice one great detail here that was missing from season 2 THEY EXPLAIN WHAT WAS GOING ON.

So far the pacing feels a lot better even if the random time skip is a bit odd, BUT WIRL IS HERE AND HE’S GREAT. STUNTICONS well Stunticon, Dead End is great, I love his design even though I had no idea it was him at first. I don’t know if Hot Rod's voice actor had a cold or something while they were recording this but he was just constantly whispering and it made it so hard to take him seriously bc he’d be yelling somebodies name and it just sounded so flat. I didn’t think I’d like Perceptor at first but I ended up liking him a lot, Soundwave as always was great. I figure I’ll have a soft spot for this version for a long time, now if they’d just let him have all his cassettes back.

As of episode 12, Skywarp has been name-dropped once, and while I think I know which one she is she hasn’t been introduced yet and I’m on my hands and knees absolutely begging rn PLEASE let us have Skywarp. SPOILER ALERT SHE NEVER SAYS ANYTHING. I am devastated, Skywarp has got to be one of my favorite characters so every time I hear his name mentioned anywhere near a show or movie I get straight giddy bc we see Skywarp less than TC which honestly is a feat so you can imagine how sad I was when after being name-dropped AS THE COMMANDER she doesn’t get a single voice line. Finally, get TC and Warp and have them ripped away. L. In other news, have I mentioned that Starscream’s upgrades are the goofiest yet? Because they are. Judge Starscream has got to be the single worst thing to come out of any piece of transformers media like ever.

When I tell you I gasped when Megatron admitted he mistreated Starscream, never in a million years did I see that coming. I mean part of it is that Screamer got power-hungry, that his ambitions were too large, that he went a little crazy along the way, but part of it was that he was hurt. Does that excuse him deciding his entire world needed to be destroyed? No definitely not. I feel a character study coming along, but this isn’t the time or place so instead, I’LL TELL YOU HOW HYPED I WAS TO SEE ASTROTRAIN AND THE INSECTICONS. Hey, I’ll let you guess which faction is my favorite lol. The rest of this season is straight goofy and it’s mostly filler. Wild Wild Wheel, in particular, is one I want to touch on. It’s surprising how often the media does this but, as hurt as I know I’d be if I was left behind by my team I feel like you’d also have to realize well it’s war and casualties are in abundance. Someone goes missing and you usually have to assume they’re dead. The last episode was a bit weird but it was alright. In the end, this season wasn't bad at all but I do wish they'd cut it off at episode 18 and said the rest was season 4 or something. 7/10

Season 4:

This season was weird and I loved it and hated it. The first episode was great but the second one dude I’m so sad. I wish Astrotrain had more screen time I feel like he could have been a super cool character but alas he’s the 207th Decepticon gone. They killed the entirety of high command I was clinging to Soundwave and they VAPORIZED HIM. The way he went out was so sick but man you could have let us have at least one.

Now to the actual review part. I loved the Dinobots it was a different take on their story and I liked it. Letting them be an actual combiner was cool but Soundblaster destroying literal planets over a beatbox competition is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. The story flowed pretty well honestly, though I almost immediately knew what they were doing when Tarn showed up. The look my mom gave when I screamed “IS THAT TARN?!” was great but I did NOT expect the Megatron bashing they had him do lol. It’s a little hard to compare this season with the others because it's so different but I liked it, it was enjoyable. 6.5/10

How my system works:

When I do these reviews I base them on a couple of things 1.) What made it different 2.) How enjoyable is it 3.) How’s the plot, pacing, character designs, etc? So while I might really like a character there’s still a chance I’ll dock points because they didn’t just create a new character altogether instead of just stealing a name.

What makes it different?

Most of the changes they made were good. I loved 90% of the design changes, I even really liked the way they used the plot and what we already know from the original story. As confusing as our initial time skip is, it's not hard to fill in the blanks with any other continuities time on earth. So we skip the stuff we already know and instead get new stuff, which kept me interested! However, this part could have been really hard to understand for new viewers. Their approach to the Quintessons was a tad weird but it worked so I’m not complaining. 7.5/10

How enjoyable is it?

It was pretty good. I liked it and despite them killing off half the characters I liked I never felt like throwing my phone down and not watching anymore. It kept me interested and for the most part, it wasn't way too easy to guess exactly what was gonna happen. The number of characters they’d name-drop just to never use physically hurt me and sometimes I’d get frustrated with how they used certain characters or how they set something up or their weird time skips but so I’d pause it, get up to grab some water or something and get right back to it. Which for me is pretty good. 6.5/10

How’s the plot?

Despite the plotholes, the plot was good. They made it different but close enough I’d still be able to tell it's Transformers if they took away the name. Sometimes the way they won *cough* cybertroniansunitething *cough* was odd but all in all, it's fine. I thought the parade loop was creative and interesting to watch. The apocalypse part was honestly my favorite but I wish Hot Rod's frustration led to something. You win some you lose some ig. 6.5/10

How was the pacing?

The pacing was ok in most episodes. (I’m looking at you Sea of Tranquility) They managed to bring back the absolute mess I feared season 2 would be so I’m giving them points for that. Again the time skips can be weird but close to every episode BUT SEA OF TRANQUILITY THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE did a pretty good job closing up those gaps for us. 6/10

How were the character designs?

I’ve already partially touched on this but it usually needs its own section so without further ado. Two-thirds of Starscream’s upgrades are the worst, most terrible horrifying things and I hate them with a burning passion. His original design however I liked and his voice actor did a great job. I liked almost everyone's designs until the Allspark got involved EXCEPT FOR JETFIRE whose design was just ok. I’m just kinda sad he wasn’t our gentle giant. That and he was really annoying, sorry anybody who liked him. 8/10

Overall: I think I have more conflicting feelings over this show than I do Micheal Bay's first TMNT movie, except its none of the low expectations or nostalgia and all mild confusion. This show is… weird, it was interesting and enjoyable despite Hasbro's never-ending fear of new characters. They took an old premise and made it new even if I can never forgive them for Judge Starscream, they kept the character designs reminiscent of G1 but still kept them fresh and I really liked it. I wish they used the Titans and Insecticons more or expanded on the multiverse part and it could have been interesting to see some of the other combiners. They might have had plans to use some of that before the show got canceled but we’ll never know.

Overall score: 6/10

#tv show review #tv show reaction #transformers #transformers cyberverse #starscream #skywarp #megatron #soundwave #cheetor #soundblaster #laserbeak #Me and sea of tranquility could fight #i felt like i randomly started watching an entirely different show #i'm still pressed over skywarp #but im hyped for her in earthspark #more ADHD fueled ramblings as a treat

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Always the Plus One

(for writer's month day 3 prompts laughter and car)

Ryan got navigation going. Eyes on her phone, she said, “So you turn left at the light—”

“I don’t think I need you yet,” said Lindsey. “I’m just getting on 90, right?”

Ryan checked. “Yes.”

“Okay. So once we get on just remind me of my exit every once in a while. And tell me how far we have to go sometimes. It feels faster when I know.”

“Wouldn’t it just be however many miles to the exit?”

The light turned green. Lindsey turned left. “No, because we’re going through multiple states. I think the mileage goes by state. Also if it joins with another highway the mileage might change. And the exit numbers match the miles.”

“I mean—” Ryan shrugged. “I haven’t been out of the state since I was like… probably the last time you went out of the state. You know I’ve only ever really been out of the state with you.”

“And that time you went to Disney World.”

“Yeah. See, you know. I don’t even know why I’m explaining it to you.”

Ryan had gone on almost every vacation with Lindsey’s family, including weddings. Weddings were how it started, actually. When Ryan was eight or so she wandered down the street to Lindsey’s house all the time, and one of those times Lindsey had family visiting, and apparently they liked Ryan because when one of Lindsey’s mom’s youngest cousins was inviting extra people to their wedding for some reason they invited Ryan. To Ryan’s surprise, her mom said she could go. That was the first time Ryan went out of state.

And the youngest cousin had a sibling who got married a few years later, so Ryan got invited to that wedding too, and after that it was just normal for Ryan to go on trips with Lindsey’s family. Lindsey’s mom said it wasn’t any harder than taking her own three kids—if anything it was easier since Ryan and Lindsey kept each other entertained in the car.

When Lindsey asked Ryan to come to this wedding with her, she referenced that. “You’ll keep me entertained in the car.” Ryan could hear the laughter in her voice over the phone. She asked if it was really okay, since this wedding was for a cousin on Lindsey’s dad’s side which was not the side of the family that knew her, and Lindsey explained that they had considered her an adult and given her a “plus one”, which meant she got to bring anyone she wanted. “And who else would I want to bring? You’re the person I go to weddings with.”

“Until you get a boyfriend, probably,” said Ryan.

Lindsey waited to reply until she had completed the merge onto the interstate. “We’ll just get the family on this side to fall in love with you too. Ooh, we could get one of my cousins to fall in love with you!” She shot Ryan a look that said she was mostly joking. “Then you’d get to come to all of the weddings. Including yours, I guess.”

Ryan snorted. That last part got her. “Okay,” she said, and gave Lindsey the exit number and the mileage. It was in the hundreds.

“So boring,” said Lindsey, the words a weak sigh.

“That’s why you have me to entertain you.” As Ryan said it, she realized something. “Hey, we’ve never actually been able to control the music on a road trip before. Can I DJ?”

“Please,” said Lindsey, with real pleasure. “Oh, but you have to use my phone. We should have put your phone on my Bluetooth before we started.”

Ryan had the passcode to Lindsey’s phone—it was both of their birth months—so that was not a problem.

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There was a welcome drink event that night. When Lindsey said where it was, a place with a name which meant it wasn't just somebody's house, Ryan asked why they were going when they wouldn't be able to drink, but Lindsey said her cousins had thought of that and picked this place because it was a coffee shop as well as a bar. The place was really cute-- the decor wood and iron, lots of small tables and couches for seating, a big front window, a bar in the middle of the room. There was a sign with "cafe specials" on the bar, and Ryan chose easily, the Chai latte with coconut. Lindsey studied the whole menu before ordering an Autumn Spice.

"Can I see your ID?" said the bartender.

"Oh, is there alcohol in that?" said Lindsey, sounding convincingly like she hadn't noticed there was bourbon in the ingredient list. "Can I just do it as a coffee then? Coffee, cream, and cinnamon?" She didn't look at Ryan, but she didn't need to. Ryan tried not to smile.

Drinks in hand, a pretty textured glass for Ryan and a short shapely mug so full Lindsey had to be careful not to spill it, they headed out to the patio where Lindsey said the group had gathered.

They headed straight for a group of people around their age, some older and some younger judging from the mix of drinks that looked like beers and cocktails and drinks that looked like coffees and lemonades. Right away Lindsey was caught in a conversation with someone who was probably a cousin, joking back and forth about her driving on the way here, so Ryan waited for her to be done with that and introduce her.

"Hey," someone said. "Who are you here with?"

"Oh." Ryan turned to look at the guy-- a cousin, probably. She gestured: "Lindsey."

"What?" he said, sounding baffled.

"What?" she answered, also confused.

"I—But—Linds!"

Lindsey and the guy she was talking to stopped and turned to look as he stepped into the middle of the group. "Hello?" said Lindsey.

"I thought you were bringing your boyfriend."

"What boyfriend?" Lindsey threw a laughing look at Ryan. "I don't have a boyfriend. I brought my bestie girl."

The guy frowned. "Ryan," he said insistently.

Lindsey and Ryan both started laughing. Coffee sloshed out of Lindsey's mug, so she gulped some down before she spoke.

Ryan went ahead and introduced herself. "I'm Ryan. Ryan Kearney.”

“You didn’t tell us she was a girl,” said the guy who had asked who Ryan was here with. The person next to him elbowed him.

“She’s the first Ryan I knew,” said Lindsey. “To me Ryan is a girl’s name. And is it normal to announce the gender of the person you’re bringing? I didn’t see that on the RSVP card.”

Most of the group cracked up.

“I just—I would have liked to know she was a girl!” the cousin protested. “It would be nice to know… she was bringing… a girl.”

“You could try telling her your name, Mr. Smooth.” said one of the girls in the group. More laughter.

“His name,” said Lindsey, her tone lightly pitying, “is Matthew. He does not normally act like this.” She gave Ryan a meaningful look.

Ryan looked at Matthew again. He was pretty cute. And the sheepish expression on his face was endearing.

If he asked her for a slow dance tomorrow, she wouldn’t say no. Heck, she might ask him herself.

2020 Day 3: What She Wanted (magic)

2021 Day 3: Outside Perspective (outside + wedding setting)

2022 Day 3: A Little Too Real (actors AU)

2023 Day 3: The Story Behind the Promise (seashell + festival setting) (one of my favorites)

#my writing #writersmonth2024

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londonharrington · 2 years

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august | steve harrington x fem!reader

after the summer Y/N and Steve spent together, she thought he was the one. apparently not.

notes: angsty. will probably have a part two. i was thinking that is pre-season 2. steve’s a douchebag. i’ve been listening to august a lot so yeah.

‘cause you weren’t mine to lose

“You’ll write to me when you’re back in Hawkins, right?”

Steve visited the coast for a few weeks with his parents. They had a little house near the beach. There were several house along the coast but the nearest one to them was Y/N’s.

The two have met before, smiling at each other in passing, but this was the first time they got talked.

From then on, they were attached to the hip. Y/N usually picked him up from their house, always beeping her horn as she screamed at him to get in the car. They spent most of their days on the beach, laying under the sun, drinking cheap beer, and spending most of their nights together, tangled in her sheets.

“We’ll see, yeah? Bye, Y/N,” Steve said as he got in the car, not even waiting for Y/N’s response.

“Bye, Steve,” she murmured as she watch the car drive away.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Weeks went by and Y/N did not hear anything from Steve.

She has wrote many times, often cancelling plans with friends just to wait by the phone for him to call but nothing happened.

The times she would call Steve’s house, nobody would ever answer so she just stopped calling them.

She has spent most of her days cooped up in her room just waiting to hear from Steve until her dad came inside her room, telling her that they were visiting the Harrington’s for the week, since he and Mr. Harrington need to deal with business or some bullshit.

They packed up their bags and made their way to Hawkins.

Y/N was not shocked that it was so different from the town she grew up in. When they pulled up in the driveway, there was another car in front of them and two people were getting out.

It was Steve and another girl. He came closer to her as they kissed one another.

Y/N’s parents got out of the car as Steve looked closer and saw Y/N inside with a shocked expression on her face.

She got out of the car as she made her way inside the house, passing Steve without a glance.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Dinner passed and the girl Steve was with earlier was with them as well. Y/N kept quiet the entire time and bolted immediately once they were all done.

She was on her way to her room when somebody grabbed her arm.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve greeted unsure how to approach the girl.

“What?”

“We’re alright, right?”

“Huh? What are you on about?”

“I mean we’re still friends, right? Like the thing that happened between us was just a summer thing, yeah?”

“No, we’re not ‘still friends’, Steve. Also, there was never an us. I just did the things I did with you because I was bored. I never felt any connection with you, yeah? So let’s just forget this and let me leave because I’m tired.”

Y/N pulled back her arm as Steve stood there in confusion. She ran towards her room and just started crying once the door was closed.

What she said to Steve were all lies. But she could not let him hurt her more than he already has.

Y/N kept thinking of how foolish she was in thinking that Steve was the one for her. Obviously he did not feel the same way and was just looking for a way to pass the time when he was there.

She spent the entire night crying, without knowing that the person in the bedroom beside hers can hear her cries of pain, making him sick to his stomach with what he has done.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Eddie x Reader) Eddie hates seeing you in pain. What he hates more is you telling him that you’re scared of disappointing him if you don’t give him sex regularly. However, your idea of regular and his idea of regular are completely different.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Fluff because I need comfort rn and I will have it! Also kinda angsty I guess? Idk man I’m living vicariously through reader tonight.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 This is just a short one because I’m in pain (thanks IBS you BITCH) and just want Eddie to comfort me and make it go away. Also I’ve not proofread this because I just whacked it out and put it out there for the world to see (or worldussy according to Pinocchio I guess)

While Eddie hadn’t been dating you for long, he recognised that this was one of the worst flare ups you’d had to date. The way you curled up around a hot water bottle and whimpered, tears streaming down your face as you waited for painkillers to kick in, made his heart ache in his chest. You’d reassured him in the past that it wouldn’t last forever, a few days or a week maximum. He trusted that you knew what you were talking about after having IBS for a few years now, but he still worried for you. Listening to your pained sounds when you moved too fast or when that sharp, stabbing pain shot through your bowel made him want to cry with you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaking as you tried to coil yourself tighter and make yourself smaller.

He frowned, stroking your hair out of your face. “Baby, what do you mean? You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

You averted his gaze when you spoke again. “It must be annoying looking after me.”

“What? No, I could never find it annoying. You can’t control when you get flare ups or how bad they are. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I dumped you for having a chronic health condition?”

You mumbled something, but it was too quiet for him to pick up on it.

“Sweetheart, you need to speak up a bit. I couldn’t hear what you said,” he replied. He wiped away one of your tears with his thumb then cupped your cheek.

“I just... I know you probably think it’s really unattractive when I end up keeled over on the toilet for god knows how long. And-”

“Whoa, whoa, hey, calm down,” he cooed, laying down behind you and pulling you against him so that he was spooning you. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever convince me that you’re not the most beautiful, attractive, sexy person in the world. I love you and think you’re stunning whether you’re having a good health day or a bad health day.”

Eddie sensed there was more to it when you didn’t argue back. He was so used to you telling him he was wrong and coming up with wild scenarios that you thought would put him off you. The fact you said nothing back alerted him to the fact that there was a bigger issue you weren’t divulging.

“Please tell me what’s going on.” He nuzzled the back of your head and gave your chest a gentle squeeze, not wanting to risk causing you more pain by doing it to your stomach. “Has somebody said something to make you feel like this? Have I said something?”

You were quick to shake your head.

“Then what is it? You know you can tell me and I won’t judge you. I promised you from day one you could tell me anything and I’d never judge.”

He waited patiently for you to respond, knowing that sometimes you just needed a moment to think of the words to say because you were worried about upsetting him or hurting his feelings (not possible in his opinion). He felt his heart break when you opened your mouth at last.

“You could go out there and find a partner that gives you sex much more than I do. I feel like I always leave you hanging and don’t have sex with you as much as other couples do. Sometimes I wonder if you’d be happier with someone you can have sex with regularly, you know? Someone that doesn’t have to take days off because of a stupid health condition. It’s probably really frustrating being with me.”

Eddie gently turned you so that you were facing him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you in the same relationship I am? We have sex all the time.”

You furrowed your brows. “No we don’t.”

“Baby, we have sex multiple times a week. That’s a pretty regular schedule. Honestly, I think this is the most frequently I’ve had sex in any relationship.” The metalhead’s fingers gently traced your brow and trailed down to your jaw.

“But we don’t have sex every day. Other couples have it more than once a day.”

Eddie laughed. “Just because it’s not everyday doesn’t mean we don’t regularly have sex. Like I said, I’ve never had sex with anyone as regularly as I have it with you. Three or four times a week is more than enough for me, so don’t apologise or feel bad about it. Any more frequent than that and I think my dick would drop off.”

He grinned at the giggle he managed to get out of you. Even though you still had worry etched on your face, he was relieved to hear that gorgeous sound topple from your lips.

“So you’re not... disappointed?” you questioned, voice wavering.

He shook his head and pressed his lips softly against yours. “You could never disappoint me. I’m proud to call you my partner regardless of whether we have sex or not. I love you because you’re you. Sex doesn’t factor into my feelings.”

You nodded your head and carefully shifted closer to him so that he could lie on his back with your head on his chest, resting roughly where his heart was. His arms wrapped around you and held you against him, thumbs caressing you in soothing circles.

“I love you too, Eddie. More than anything.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #mine #my fanfic #fluff #comfort bc i need it rn #shut up i'm not crying it's allergies

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all.

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow.

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong.

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous.

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says.

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff.

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him.

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside.

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder.

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing.

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves.

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh.

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends.

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks.

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end.

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round.

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone.

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night.

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand.

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke.

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face.

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch.

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.”

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you.

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow.

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie.

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach.

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands.

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything.

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos.

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after.

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

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heavenlyhischier · 3 years

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only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

i have not edited this so if you see a mistake lmk. love u

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #obx #obx imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine

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tojiot · 3 years

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ooh have about the main three with the fake dating trope :D

fake dating the main three

gn!reader, cursing here and there, typos and grammatical errors to be edited, past tense - present tense swerving to be fixed.

note: i was on vacation for 2 days without internet and i have bakugo's done in my notes but my phone died before i can even save it :D this will be kinda long because i went ahead of myself and detailed it exactly how i want. this is not betaed. please do tell me if there's a non they/them pronouns in here. hope you'll enjoy this!

requests are: open!

ㅡ bakugo

i spent the whole day thinking about how he'll agree to fake date. let's just say he's the one in need.

his mom has been bothering him for a long time now. she wants to see katsuki bring home a partner for them to meet.

it's a pain in the ears and he's very TIRED so he decided to just fake date somebody.

the only person he can tolerate in class a aside from kirishima is you. he doesn't care about the other extras.

he'll search for you in the heights' lounge area and ask to talk.

"hey, can we talk?" he grumbles, "uhh, sure? do you want to talk here or somewhere private?" "somewhere private."

when you guys are in a more private area, he'd glare at you for a minute, it'll make you wonder if you did something wrong, before finally speaking.

"date me for a fucking day."

you'll snort at what he said and laugh thinking it was a joke but the annoyed and impatient look on his face says otherwise.

"wait.. are you for real?" "what do you think, shithead?"

bakugo trusts you so much that you have this significant role to play in his life.

you agreed, of course. it's the bakugo katsuki asking for your help. a once in a lifetime chance. (you just like him, stop making things up)

he brings you to the bakugo household the day after and his house is BIG big.

mitsuki, his mom, welcomes you with a big smile and a hug. he then glares at his son, "WHY ARE YOU ONLY BRINGING THIS PRETTY LITTLE CREATURE NOW, YOU BRAT?" "SHUT UP, OLD HAG! BE NICE OR I AIN'T BRINGING THEM HERE NO MORE."

masaru, who's just sitting there at the couch like nothing's happening, gives you a wave.

the dinner was good. his mom's a great cook, his father's a chatterbox. what surprised you the most was how quiet katsuki is. you're not sure why. maybe he's like this at home? quiet, calm, just serene.

"it's not everyday i see a person who can tame my brat of a son. i can see why he likes you, (y/n)." his mom beams at you, "you're pretty, a kind little one too. take care of my son, will ya?"

not knowing what to say, you smiled at her and said what's currently inside your mind, "if he'll let me, i'll take care of him for the rest of my life." you looked down, "but knowing katsuki, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. he's strong and independent and he knows it. it'll hurt his pride if someone helps him without him asking them to." you smiled to yourself, "i just hope he knows that when he needs me, i'll always be here for him."

mitsuki smiled at you in awe. you have the mother's approval, congrats!

katsuki just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, masaru pats his back, "good job, son. i'm happy for you."

he then murmured a protest before drinking his water.

time passed by and it's eventually your time to say goodbye to the bakugos.

mitsuki hugs you for the last time and ask you to come have dinner with them again, masaru pats your head and thanks you for being there for his son.

both of you were in a car provided by the school for safety protocols when he spoke, "did you mean it?"

you looked at him, confused, "mean what?" "what you said earlier to my mom, shithead. did you mean it?" "well, yeah. i mean it when i say i'll always be here for you."

he wore this unreadable and unclear expression on his face. he looks mad? confused? no one knows.

"why?" he asked, "why what?" "WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF. WHY DID YOU SAY IT?" "YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE, THAT'S IT."

he chuckled bitterly, "a friend. that's fucking funny. i literally though you also like me for a second."

huh.. what does he mean? also? you laughed nervously, "hey, did i hear you right? thought i heard 'also' there."

"you're fucking dense, aren't you? do you want me to scream it straight at your face? i fucking like you."

you froze. yes, but embarrassment caught up and you covered your reddened face, "WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY CONFESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY?"

"I AIN'T EXPECTING YOU TO SAY ANYTHING, SHITHEAD!" "I LIKE YOU TOO!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY OF A CONFESSION." "IT'S NOT A PITY OF A CONFESSION BUT FINE! I DON'T LIKE YOU." "OKAY THEN. I'M BRINGING SOMEONE ELSE NEXT DINNER AND TELL THE OLD HAG WE BROKE UP." "NOOOOOOO!!"

ㅡ todoroki

i was contemplating whether to have him help fake date or have him need help. it's fitting if he's the one in need so i decided just that.

he might seem dense and clueless most of the time but he's the epitome of evilness.

he talks about you all the time that's why fuyumi has taken a liking to you and asked shoto to invite you to dinner with them.

shoto sees this as a chance. he'll take advantage of the situation because he knows you won't say no.

he goes to where you are sitting, "i apologize but my sister, fuyumi, she thinks we're dating. she wants to invite you to dinner at our house later." he said that with a straight face but this mf is smirking on the inside.

"uhhh, okay? sure? but uhm, why would she think we're dating?" "she thinks everyone close to me is dating me. she's like that.. yes. fuyumi likes you the most, i think. that's.. uh, that's why she's inviting you to dinner." (I HC HIM AS A BAD LIAR)

sounds suspicious and weird, but okay? you have a lot of question in mind.

"i would go. but how should i act? why didn't you tell her we aren't dating though?" "i don't want to disappoint my sister. you can act like you're dating me, if it's fine with you. just for a day."

"sure, sure! just tell me where and what time. i'll be there." "no, you can come with me. we'll go there together."

he brings you to the todoroki household after class. their house is soooo pretty. it's a traditional japanese house.

fuyumi was the first one to greet you, with her sparkling eyes and bright smile, she held both your hands gently and said, "i'm so glad you came! i've been wanting to ask shoto to have you come eat with us. thank you for coming!"

natsuo jogged from the back and gave you a cool wave, "hey, (y/n). how was it dealing with shoto?"

you faked sighed, "awful. how did you deal with him for the last 16 years?" "we never did." "oh.... OH NO I'M SORRY!" "HAHAHA. it's fine, i'm just kidding. no biggie."

enji won't be home for the day. he's busy doing number 1 hero works.

the dinner was fun. it was the funniest dinner you have ever had.

shoto's quietness is the exact opposite of natsuo's talkativeness. that man is talkative and funny as fuck. throwing jokes everywhere. it was entertaining.

all shoto did was take care of you. he serves you all the food you point at, gets you water, he even went too close for comfort and wiped a stain just above your lips. it made you blush, yes. you don't know why but it left you lightheaded. (you're in love with him, that's why)

fuyumi.. our beautiful and beloved fuyumi.

she exposed his brother's ass.

"aww. you guys are so cute together. ah! (y/n), do you remember that time when.. uhm, kaminari was it? i forgot his name but do you remember that time where he told you, midoriya, and the girls to wear a maid costume for the festival because your class is having a maid cafe booth? shoto told me you were so pretty that time! he hated how the boys in your class looked at you like you were some sweet treat, isn't that right, shoto?"

"and do you remember when you fought bakugo at the sports festival? where it was a close fight and you gave him a hard time? shoto said you won if the decision was up to him and that you were so cool!"

and she went on and on.

shoto was red as a tomato (or even redder) beside you. he was clutching his pants as if he was asking the floor to just eat him up.

you decided to ask him about this later to not uncover the fake dating plan.

dinner ended after a little talking, fuyumi gave you leftovers to take home which you will not reject because her cooking is divine, and asked you to come again after giving you a big and warm hug.

natsuo gave you a high five and thanked you for coming. he also thanked you for laughing at his jokes. he feels like he's very funny now.

both said goodbye to shoto.

the journey back to the heights was quiet but not awkward. it seems like shoto knew you have a lot in mind.

you spoke when he's about to open the main door. "what was that?" he looked at you with a confused expression, "the one at dinner."

"ah, if it isn't obvious yet after my sister opened her mouth, i like you. i have been for a long time now." he said that with a deadpan expression, "it annoyed me at first, it annoyed me that you're in my mind whenever i try to sleep, you're in my mind everytime i wake up. it annoyed me that i want nothing more than to hold you near me, hold your hands, warm you up with my fire everytime you feel cold, hug you, kiss you." he sighed frustratedly, "i just want to do everything with you... i'm sorry. i'm not good with words."

WELL YOU DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS STRAIGHTFORWARD.

but again, this is todoroki shoto.

"..what? shoto... i didn't know you felt that way. why didn't you tell me?" you asked him concernedly, you lifted your hand to hold his face but stopped halfway thinking maybe he doesn't want to be touched.

but then he held your hand and guided it to hold his face, "i didn't actually plan to confess but when people started talking about how good of a hero you'd become in the future and when everyone started saying they all want to date you, that's when i decided it's now or never." he looked at your eyes, "i don't want to lose this chance. that's why i started telling fuyumi stories about you and asking her what to do."

"is that why your sister thought we were dating?" "yes. she knows about how i feel for you. she told me to confess and i told her i did and that it went well. i lied to her. i don't know why."

you coughed, "so, she doesn't really think everyone close to you is dating you?" "yes." "you lied to me?" "yes, i apologize."

"you could have told me you like me too!?" "it's not that easy to confess. plus, i really wanted to know how everything will go. it went well, i'm satisfied. you like me too, right?" "i do, shoto. i like you so much." he smiled at you, that rare fucking smile he knows is pretty, "that's enough for me."

"BUT YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF EVERYTHING?" "yes. yes, i did." "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!!?" "date me, (y/n)" "OKAY!"

ㅡ midoriya

a lot of guys from the other class have been bothering you. they kept on asking for your number and stuff. one even sent you flowers and a box of chocolates.

you appreciate it if you're being honest. what you don't appreciate is them sticking to you the whole lunch.

you told mina what's happening and she told you that the best shot of getting off those admirers of yours is to date somebody.

you don't wanna to that though. aside from focusing on studies, you have feelings for this certain someone with green messy hair and freckles. you don't want to date someone just to use them and lie to them.

"you know, what if you just get your shit together and confess to midoriya?" "MINA, BE QUIET! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" "confess to midoriya!" she whispired.

"or just ask him to date you until your followers stop following you around?" kaminari interjects, "what, you mean like, fake date him?" "yeah. something like that." "you're really useful sometimes, aren't you?" "shut up, mina."

you've thought about it all night. would izuku think i'm using him? would he reject the idea? would he be mad about it?

after contemplating, you finally went out of your room and walked straight at his door. he opened it with a smile after 3 knocks.

"hey, (y/n)! how can i help you?"

you looked at him nervously. what you were about to ask is a big part to act. "i will get straight to the point. some people from the other classes have been bothering me for a while now. they keep on following me and asking for my number even though i rejected them all the time. i want to ask you if you could date me? IT'S FAKE! OF COURSE. will you please fake date me until they get off me? i, uh, i'm not taking advantage of your kindness. i promise. right?" you said with a shaking voice.

he laughed at your rambling, "no need to be nervous, (y/n)! i would love to do the honors and fake date you! it's like an undercover hero mission. it's so cool! when do we start?"

you smiled at his enthusiasms. izuku is really the kindest person here on earth. you told him what to do, who those people are, etc. your fake dating starts tomorrow.

izuku was waiting outside your door when you opened it, he has his usual beaming smile when you saw him, "hi, (y/n)! ready to start our mission?" he's surely so into this whole thing.

you both walked down the lounge area holding each other's hand. everyone was gaping at the sight except todoroki who remained munching on his sandwich and bakugo who, well, "fucking finally you idiots." he said.

izuku let go of your hand and held both his hands up while shaking his head in a panicky manner, "no, no! we're just fake dating. i'm helping (y/n) get rid of their admirers! they said it was bothering them!"

"okay. but (y/n), why deku?" the motherfucker was smirking at you. todoroki, bless him, caught the panic in your eyes and called bakugo off. "that's enough, bakugo. leave them alone." "tsk! fucking icyhot a fucking killjoy."

most of your admirers stopped following you after they saw you holding hands with izuku. he's been doing a lot for you. he tried to tie your hair at training and brought you water. nothing much happened inside the classroom because everyone knows it's just a show. lots of outsiders believe you're dating izuku. some still bothers you from time to time especially at lunch.

you were sitting with bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, and of course, izuku, when a group of 3 went to your table (they're brave. no one would come bother bakugo's table because everyone's terrified of him.)

"hey, (y/n). can you give me your number now? i just wanted to get to know you better." "(y/n) give me your number! i'll send you lots of chocolates. i promise!" "they're liars but i'm not. i'd take you to your favorite movie this sunday of you'll give me your number?"

you pursed your lips in an annoyed manner, your friends are here and they're embarrassing you. you were about to speak when izuku beats you to it, "please stop bothering (y/n). it's obvious that my partner doesn't want to give you their number."

the group stared at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces, one looked at izuki and asked, "partner? you mean, combat partner or boyfriend? (y/n)'s dating someone?"

izuku wore a prideful expression on his face, "yes, i am their boyfriend and they're dating someone. that's why with all due respect, please leave them alone."

the 3 backed out and apologized. not everyone has the same personality as mineta. the person who seemed like their leader walked forward and bowed, "we're so sorry. we should've stopped when they rejected us the first time. they're just so intriguing that's why we wanted to know more about them. we're really sorry." with that, they left.

you faced izuku and thanked him. it was nice to finally walk and look around without seeing unfamiliar faces follow you. "thank you so much, izuku! you saved me. really."

he smilled at you, "it's nothing! i'd do anything for (y/n)." izuku froze at what he said and started chuckling anxiously, "i.. i didn't mean it like that! hahaha! but if you need anything, i, uhm, i'd always be glad to help." you stared at him and said, "me too, izuku. i'd always be glad to help you! you can come to me everytime you need something." he blushed at what you said.

"FUCKING IDIOTS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF HEARING BOTH YOUR SHIT! CONFESS TO EACH OTHER GODDAMNIT!" "oi bakugo. that's not how to do it." "SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!" "bakugo, you're too noisy." "YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!"

izuku coughed tensely, "(y/n), can i talk to you outside? i just need to tell you something." you nodded, "of course!" you both stood up and left the table of wild animals.

when the two of you got outside, izuku's hands were obviously shaking so without a thought, you held it. "are you okay?" "I AM... i am." "why are you acting like this? did something happen?" you asked worriedly.

"no, everything's fine. i just.. i don't know how it started but i just woke up one day thinking how i'd love you to be mine. i want to walk you to school, i want to tell everyone i'm your boyfriend, i want to kiss you good night. haha, is it to much to ask, (y/n)? i like you a lot." he told you that nervously, the boy was shaking and sweating.

"i can't believe it... izuku, i like you too. oh god, are you serious?" "i am, haha! i didn't know you feel the same. i'm really happy!" "i didn't know you feel the same too! half of our classmates knew that i like you. katsuki's just too noisy. he literally told everyone when you did extra training." "(y/n).. kacchan also knows about my feelings for you! he told todoroki and kirishima. is that why he's so persistent in getting us together?" "i don't know. that's just how he is."

you both were awkward as fuck but izuku asked if you'd like to date for real and you said yes.

when you came back to the table, it was bakugo who spoke first, "are you idiots finally together?" you replied to him with a middle finger which aggravated the blondie, "YOU FUCKER!"

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Bering and Wells Reunion Panel Transcription (4/17/2021)

This is from the ClexaCon Virtual panel with Joanne Kelly and Jaime Murray, with Dana Piccoli as moderator and Mark as ASL interpreter. I spent around six hours on this and there were really only a couple of brief bits I couldn’t make out - I tried to make this as thorough as possible even though the audio quality was iffy at points and there was a lot of overlapping talking. I also included all of the ums and uhs in the interest of thoroughness so sorry if that gets annoying. Let me know if I’ve gotten any screen names wrong.

Content notes: brief discussion of on-set injury, allusions to homophobia from higher-ups, discussions of hostile workplace experiences due to gender, brief discussion of the ovarian cancer subplot, Jo misgenders Mark once and then corrects herself.

Dana: And I think we are live! Hey everyone, welcome, welcome, this is day 2 of ClexaCon Virtual. So glad to be here with you for our Warehouse 13 Bering and Wells panel. What a great video! I believe that was Mal that made that. Fantastic work! [They showed a fanvid prior to the panel on the stream.] Uh, I want to take a second to introduce Mark, our ASL interpreter. Thank you so much for being here, Mark. Well, I know that the Bering and Wells fandom is still going strong and, um, I’m so excited to be able to present this panel to you today, so without further ado, let’s get started. It’s been seven years since we last embarked on the wonderfully quirky world of Warehouse 13 and we’re thrilled to have not one, but two of the show’s stars here with us, Bering and Wells in the flesh, please welcome Joanne and Jaime!

Jo: [laughs] Hi!

Jaime: Hi guys!

Dana: Hi!

Jaime: Oh my goodness, I was tearing up watching that, that was just...

Dana: It’s so good, right?

Jaime: And Mal made it, of course, I mean just, the fandom is so amazing, that we have a fan who made that amazing movie, and I’m sitting here... were you tearing up, Jo?

Jo: Yeah... [laughs]

Dana: She’s like, I can’t talk right now!

Jaime: Aww.

Jo: Yeah, it’s, you know, it’s like, it’s like a, a wormhole, it’s like going in a wormhole, really, to see that put together in that way, and just, that somebody did that is, um, crazy, wonderful.

Jaime: Yeah.

Dana: When, when we are in person in, uh, in, in Las Vegas, I’m often backstage with the actors as they see these videos maybe f- for the first time, and your reaction is the reaction that everyone has. They all get teary, they all just like hold onto each other, it’s, it’s really sweet and wonderful.

Jaime: Oh my gosh, I, I wish I could go back in time and like, we film more of it and, and enjoy it more, because sometimes when you’re in it, you’re just going so fast and, you know, you don't even realize the meaning of, of, of what you’ve created until you see it through the eyes of the fans and what it meant to them, and then I, I wish I could lean into it more. [laughs]

Dana: Well, we’re certainly gonna get into that. [laughs]

Jaime: [laughs]

Dana: Alright, well, let’s kick things off! Uh, as of a we- a week ago, I was prepping to interview Jaime, and then suddenly the heavens opened up, and what was one became two. [they laugh] Joanne joined the party! How did this crazy kismet even happen?

Jo: I’m trying this new thing where I say yes. [laughs]

Jaime: [laughs] Well done!

Jo: Thanks. [laughs] Um, it’s a new thing I’m trying. Um, Jaime texted me and she’s like, I'm doing this thing, we had talked about it, I think the last panel we did at Dragon*Con maybe?

Jaime: Yeah.

Dana: 2018.

Jo: And she had told me about ClexaCon and I was like, that, because I really enjoyed that panel that we did, it felt, you know, I think one of the reasons, and I think that the work between us is, and I look at it now and I’m so touched because I, and I also just think the world of Jaime as an actor, I think she’s brilliant and her choices are so clean and-

Jaime: Ditto.

Jo: -full heart forward, like I, I’ve always been a fan of what she bought, and just personally on set I was in a, it was a very male environment, and Jaime came and I was like, oh my god, like, someone to talk to, someone who cared, and she took care of me, like she really - so I just, I don’t know, when she reached out I was like, of course, yes, yes.

Dana: Like it’s in two days, sure! Let’s, let’s go!

Jaime: We missed each other as well. It was also an opportunity to hang out, like, we missed each other!

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: We had this flurry of texts of like, checking in with each other, and what-

Jo: What have you been watching? what are you doing?

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: Where are you?

Jaime: Yeah, so.

Dana: Oh, that’s amazing! So you’ve maintained this really wonderful friendship since, since the end of the show.

Jo: Yeah, I mean, actors are nomads and we’re very sort of, I feel, Jaime, I don’t know if you feel the same way, but it’s like those friends that you have that you don’t see forever, but when you see them you fall back into a rhythm automatically, there’s never, it doesn’t feel push or pulled, it’s just, it’s just nice.

Jaime: I, I think also for us, um, I think there’s a sisterhood as well, you know, I think that, you know, Jo just touched on it. You know, often in a cast there’s, um, it’s changing and it’s evolving all the time, and this was seven years ago, and it was seven years before that, it started, so like fourteen years ago-

Jo: Oh my god. [laughs]

Jaime: But there’s, ninety nine point five percent of the people behind the camera are men, the majority of the parts are often men, or it’s, it’s male and women, but the men have the more heroic bits and the funnier lines and you’re kind of struggling with that and you’re glad to be working so you’re kind of making good and making it okay, but you’re kind of like, you know, getting feels, and, you know, as, as Joanne said, it, you know, you’re laughing at dick jokes when you don’t find them particularly funny- [all laugh]

Jo: Like wow! Oh! [sarcastic thumbs up]

Jaime: And so when I came in, I saw Jo - I had been on shows, like I was on a show called Hustle, I was the only girl in the cast, and then everybody, uh, behind the camera was, um, all men. Um, on Warehouse we had one female writer on some episodes, um, we never had a fe- uh, um, a female director on anything or a producer-

Jo: No we had, we had Tawn- [presumably about to mention Tawnia McKiernan] we had two fem- we had a few, but we were-

Jaime: No- no- not on my, not on my episodes.

Jo: Oh, on yours.

Jaime: But it was just like, I came in and I saw Jo and I understood, and I knew what her experience was, and so there was this kind of kinhood, this sisterhood, and I think it, it’s not a male-female thing, but it’s, it’s a minority and majority thing. When you’re in a minority and the majority is doing something, you either have to get down with the program and go with that flow, or you get kind of fe- you feel like you’re difficult or annoying to everybody. And I kind of came in and I just was like, oh like, I get it, it’s hard, and I’m gonna give this woman, like, my, my energy and my love and, so it was-

Dana: So you were like I- you looked at Joanne and you were like, that is someone I can smash the patriarchy with!

Jaime: [laughs] Yes.

Dana: Let’s do it!

Jo: No, I read a lot of books [laughs] when we weren’t filming. I would like get on my chair and just be like this. [mimes holding book in front of face]

Jaime: Yes!

Jo: [laughs] Like I’m doing this now, I’ll see you guys when we’re rolling again, you know, it was really- and, but also, you know, it’s so, and it is changing, it’s changing and evolving in a really, um, at a wonderful rate, but also I would get so excited to be in a scene with another woman that wasn’t about a man, you know, or that we weren’t- uh, it was just so nice to have girl-girl scenes. That never happens, it hardly ever happens. Like, the majority of scenes that you do are about love or acrimony with men, um, and it’s so nice to have a relationship with a woman that’s, um, sort of reflective of how relationships with women actually are. Um, I’ve been, I shifted into writing because of frustration with just not reading stories that I felt were reflective of our, my experience as a woman, you know, that sort of, um, and I think that Bering and Wells sort of in, I mean, that’s when that ship turned for me, as well.

Dana: Well ho- hold that thought, we are, we are going there!

Jaime: And, and also because it wasn’t, it actually wasn’t written. Um, there was, in a way we were able to steer that ship, and then we’d already kind of given a road map for the way this energy was, so it wasn’t written in the conventional way. Like, even like, when a, when a, when a, when a woman will have a love interest it’s, it’s often written by men and it’s o- often in a conventional kind of way, whereas our relationship, at a time before people were even kind of, uh, exploring this that much, um, now, now much more, thank god, it’s more, more inclusive. But it was more kind of, um, uh, complicated than, than maybe would’ve been written about, so it was given more nuance, yeah.

Jo: You mean like, do you mean like actual relationships? [laughs]

Jaime: You what? Say that again?

Jo: Like actual relationships! [laughs]

Jaime: Yeah, yeah, yeah. [laughs]

Jo: You know, that don’t come in and you have a “where they start and where they finish,” like that we, oh, we know where they’re gonna end up so we’ll just gonna-

Dana: Right, right.

Jo: -move them around like chess pieces. It was actually an energy that Jaime and I created, and the story sort of evolved from that energy as - it was inside out as opposed to outside in, which I think made it a real relationship.

Dana: Well, so my friend Dorthy Snarker, she once said that HG and Myka’s storyline has been main text pretending to be subtext, which feels really apt to me.

Jaime: Yeah!

Dana: So at what point-

Jo: Very smart.

Dana: What point in the show did it really click with the two of you that this connection that HG and Myka shared was something much deeper?

Jo: Jaime just had, Jaime, you just explained this very coolly in, in, um-

Jaime: One of our chats.

Jo: Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you speak to this, why don’t you take this?

Jaime: Well, well, first of all like I said, there was like kind of this sisterhood when I came in and, um, Jo, uh, Jo wasn’t like, like it wasn’t like I came in and she was like hey let’s be friends. I came in and she was behind a book, and she wasn’t particularly accessible, and she wasn’t, like, she was a bit grumpy, you know. And so I was like, my personality type is like, how do I crack this nut? [laughs] How do I make this woman love me? [laughs] This is the most unaccessible woman-

Dana: That explai- Jaime that explains a lot! [laughs]

Jaime: This is the most unaccessible women on the set, the mo- the most unaccessible human to me. How do I make her fall in love with me? So it’s like partly my narcissism-

Jo: [laughs] Jaime Murray in a nutshell, everyone!

Jaime: -and my ego, um, so I was kind of winning her over off set, and then, you know, as she was opening up to me and, you know, she was kind of telling me about some of the challenges she was coming up against, I was like, yeah, that’s, that’s not fair, and yeah, I completely get that, you know. So we were kind of like having that kind of journey, I’m like, like, I’m like, oh no, you’re not crazy, everyone else is crazy! Like, let’s smash the patriarchy!

Jo: [laughs]

Jaime: And then, and then unfortunately, um, Jo hurt herself really badly doing a stunt, and, um, you know, there’s no time to hurt yourself on a film set, and there’s no time to take time and, and kind of heal your back or anything like that. So she was taking some pretty strong painkillers and she was working through it, and I had spinal surgery, I, I know what back pain is like, it’s, it’s the worst. I mean, it’s literally everything, you know, you feel like an old person. And so I was, um, taking care of her as best as I could, and we had the scene, and it was the scene in the street where, I, I think it's the first scene that, where I get the grappler out-

Dana: Oh, the grappler.

Jaime: And I shoot it into the air and I put my arm around her and we shoot up-

Dana: We’re very familiar with this scene. [laughs]

Jo: [doing grappler motion] [laughs]

Jaime: Yeah, so, so it’s like, it had like, physicality, and also it was a really, um, we always laugh that Toronto has about five seasons in one day, so you’ll like start shooting the scene and then suddenly there’s a, like a snowstorm! Bright sunshine!

Jo: Then it’s sunny! Then rain!

Jaime: Torrential rain, wind - and it was one of those, and we had to move to a new location, we were really behind in the day, and she had this one pice of hair that kept on like blowing in her face-

Dana: Oh, I know where this is going, Jaime. [laughs]

Jaime: And she was, the thing was, she was like, also these painkillers-

Jo: I was like, I can’t even see with the hair, I was like, I was hopped up on so many painkillers...

Jaime: Yeah, she was hopped up, she was like, I can’t even get my hair out of the way!

Jo: I think I actually called that day, it was the only time where I was like, guys I can’t work anymore, like, I literally, the doctor was like, you need to rest and I’m like I can’t. And the first AD came over to me and he was like, you’re gonna have to say stop, because nobody is gonna stop the filming, and I didn't wanna do that because you don't want to be the person that, that loses the day.

Jaime: That’s part of it, isn’t it? You’re, you can’t be, you can’t have any vulnerability or be a woman in any way, any shape or form on a film set. [laughs]

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: So I knew in the morning, and so I’d been like trying to take care of her and had, had like this experience of having spinal surgery, so I was like caretaking as much, as best as I could. I’m a Cancerian as well, so it’s in my nature.

Dana: Sure.

Jaime: And, um, and we‘re in this scene and we’d had to kind of cut so many times, and this hair just kind of-

Jo: [laughs]

Jaime: -came over her face like this, and I just lent forward and on my line I just moved the hair out of her, um, face and put it back, and there was this, this look of genuine-

Jo: [laughs]

Jaime: -surprise and shock in her face because we hadn’t rehearsed it and, and, and you know, we rehearse everything, and then, and then Joanne, what did you say that you-

Jo: I said I had this feeling, you know, when she did that I was like, oooh, um, what’s happening? [laughs]

Dana: [laughs]

Jaime: What are these feelings I’m having?

Jo: I did not expect all these feelings.

Jaime: Someone is being nice to me in this hostile world!

Jo: I was like this is so, it was like, pink light came up and there was glitter all of a sudden, and a unicorn in the back and, um-

Dana: Yep.

Jaime: They were really good drugs, you can’t, they’re illegal now, you can’t get them now cause they’re illegal now, but-

Jo: [laughs] No, no! But that point I’d say that the storyline really developed from inside out, you know outside, it was actually something, she did something that made me respond in a certain way, and as an actor you have those openings and you can choose to go, you either close them, like if, if I don’t like an actor [laughs] and someone does something, I might go like, no, I don’t wanna gonna go with that- [laughs]

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: -and change the track, but because I love Jaime and, and that happened, I sort of just was like I’m gonna go with this energy and see where it leads. And so it was a very organic, and it took me completely, and I had not expected it, it took me completely- but I liked it, so I started, then that...

Dana: So you are the reason, you two are the captains of the Bering and Wells ship. You made that happen!

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: But also I felt like HG, you know, she came from an era when the suffragette movement was, um, happening, and she was active in that, however, she had to write under her brother’s name, um-

Dana: Yeah.

Jaime: And as a woman, you know, she couldn’t be even open about her brilliance and she had to let her dimwitted brother take credit for it, and then she was frozen. So she was an activist before her time and suddenly she’s waking up in a world where there’s this dynamic woman, gun-toating woman kind of using her wits and brainpower and like, god bless Pete [laughs] but he was a little bit, like, she was the brains and the brilliance, and often he would be kind of like, you know, taking the credit for it or like having the girls flirt with him, and I just felt like if I grow up, if I woke up from, you know, a dream of, of being a suffragette and I woke up and I saw Myka, surely I would be more fascinated-

Jo: [laughs]

Jaime: -by this woman who is everything that I had ever wished to be, so I started playing off this fascina- I was fascinated by her. Pete was just as stupid as my brother. [laughs]

Jo: And I do have to say, I do have to give the showrunner Jack Kenny credit here too, because Jack really let us run with it and started to lean into it, and the writers were all very accepting, so it was, and, and Jack particularly, you know, we had a lot, we had our creative differences, but he was really generous in this storyline with us, like I think, he gave us a lot of rope to play with-

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: And it was interesting rope, because they never-

Dana: It was attached to a grappling hook is what it was!

Jo: Yeah, and they never, like what i really loved about it is the never like put it on the nose it was always very elliptical, we always had room to breathe, um-

Jaime: Well partly I don’t, I think that it was, it was, it’s funny to talk about it now because it doesn't seem that long a- long ago, but it-

Jo: But it was so long ago...

Jaime: -it was unusual-

Jo: For that.

Jaime: -for the genre and for the audience that we were going for to, to actually go there, um,

Dana: Yeah. Seven years ago, you’re absolutely right. Things have changed tremendously, and especially in the last five years.

Jo: Yeah, yeah.

Jaime: And, but I think that Jack and Drew, they were kind of excited about what we were doing, but actually, you know, we weren't sure what the network would say or what the advertisers might think, and so, um, you know, I’m really proud of the work that we were able to, to say-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: You know, being the first in some ways.

Jo: It’s interesting, you know, like Jaime texted me, she sent me this video and I was looking at it and I was just so proud-

Jaime: I sent you Mal’s video, I sent you one of Mal’s other videos.

Jo: She’s wonderful, so like shoutout to her!

Jaime: Yeah

Jo: That’s, yeah, it was gorgeous, and I was really proud of the work, you know, after, it’s, you create these things in a bubble and, I haven’t se- I haven’t seen Warehouse, I never watched it. [laughs] so I’m always very surprised to see these videos, it feels like I’m cracking open-

Jaime: And I want to say as well, you know, when we say we haven’t down and watched all the shows, or you know, in some peoples’ cases, many of the shows, you know, it’s, it’s not because we don’t love the show and we don't love the work that everyone else has done, done, it’s actually a lot of actors don't watch, um, their own work. It’s, if, if you’ve ever heard your own voice on an answer phone or something and you're like, who’s that? Oh my god, that’s me!

Dana: [laughs]

Jaime: Like, so when you see yourself on TV or screen it’s like that on crack, it’s absolutely terrifying, and, and you’re like oh my god, like behind a pillow, like-

Jo: Filled with self loathing and despair. [laughs]

Jaime: Yes.

Dana: That’s okay.

Jaime: Which is a work in progress, I’m trying to deal with that now.

Dana: Well, when, at what point did you realize that queer people were actually starting to flock to the show to support this direction with these characters?

Jaime: We, we didn't know, we didn’t know-

Dana: No?

Jaime: Well, we, um, I, um, Jo’s not on social media so I don’t know when she knew, other than maybe when I told her. I saw replies on twitter-

Jo: Comic Con.

Dana: Somebody didn’t like hire a plane and like, around the area with like, a Bering and Wells forever…?

Jo: I, I remember, I remember going to Comic Con, for me because that’s’ when I had the fan interaction, um, because I wasn’t on Twitter-

Jaime: Yeah, there were fans that told us.

Jo: And, and, uh, a lot of the women, I remember being asked some very specific questions during panels, and, you know, there's a lot of guys who like to talk at those panel so I didn’t get to talk a lot but I made it quite, I, I made it quite clear about how important that storyline was to me and it, it, I realized very quickly that it was important to a lot more women than me. I didn’t really realize, too, that storytelling wasn’t represented in that way, at that point, you know. I didn’t feel that. I didn’t feel like that was a groundbreaking choice, to choose to be attracted to a woman in a scene to me is life, it’s how I live my life, I, I’m you know, I don’t have those, I’m not in a box [laughs] and it so when I realized, it was a eye-opening moment. I’m like, I’m like, wait, wait, this is, this is something new that’s not being done?

Dana: You guys were kind of on, you were like right here [miming going up a hill or mountain] and then shortly after Warehouse, it started going like [woosh noise of going down the other side of the hill] and this wave of representation started happening.

Jaime: Well, ev- even in Warehouse, there was an openly gay character in, in Warehouse.

Dana: Right, yes!

Jo: Yeah, yeah, there was Aaron.

Jaime: But it’s been, it’s been incredibly, um, powerful for, for, for, for me, um, you know, I I, think that a lot of people, some people are like oh my god, you know, I wish I could go back to my childhood or my teenage years, I, you could not pay me anything for, I would not go back to my teenage years for love or money. It was, it was a incredibly painful time for me, um, and not a particularly happy time for me, and, um, you know, just awkwardness, you know, all the stuff that, you know, all the stuff people feel in their teens, all the bad stuff I felt in my teens, so when I’ve spoken to people at conventions, um, and they've’ spoken to me about, um, Warehouse having, and our relationship in Warehouse having a positive effect for them in their teen, in their painful teenage years, it’s, it, it, it can bring me to tears, because i- if I could have imagined having kind of that, some kind of impact when I’d been a teenager maybe I wouldn't have been so miserable, but, um, I’m really humbled by it. it’s really lovely.

Dana: Yeah, you, you most certainly have had a tremendous impact on a lot of peoples’ lives and I’m so glad that you are able to take that and keep it in your heart.

Jaime: Yeah.

Dana: Speaking of this kind of sea change of the last few years, do you think that if Warehouse had been airing now that things might have ended differently? Do you think that maybe that subtext really would have been pulled much more into main text?

Jaime: You’d know better, Jo.

Jo: I...don’t know the answer to that question, um, perhaps, actually, absolutely! It’s twenty twenty-

Jaime: If we were writing it, maybe.

Jo: I mean, that’s what I’m trying to do. [laughs] Um, yeah, I think so. Maybe we would have been able to lean more into that storyline, um-

Jaime: Maybe we would’ve had a, be a stronger voice in shaping the narrative there.

Jo: It, yeah, I mean, Jack was, Jack was great about it, but it, it was a different, it was a different era. I think now is, is really a beautiful time for storytelling in the sense that it is really becoming so much more inclusive and we have representation, which, I mean, seeing ourselves represented in stories is how we understand ourselves in the world, and that’s, it’s so important, you know, it’s so important where we’re going, um, and I wish there could have been more of that in Warehouse, but I’m glad there was what there was.

Dana: Yeah.

Jaime: I, I, I also think that, um, you know, it’s changed so much in just such a short space of time, but particularly in the last couple of years, like, women were always, um, portrayed like, like, women always had to be perfect and kind of cute, and, you know, there had to be kind of something attractive or charming about them at all times, you know, and so we always had to put a bow on a woman to make her acceptable. And one of the things that I’m really loving is, you know, that women can be flawed and they can still, you can still love them and, you know, one of the things that always stun- stunned me is that I’ve been so welcomed into a community of kind, inclusive, um, you know, powerful activist, um, women, uh, um, and I’m like, why do these amazing women even like my characters when I’ve played such, um, a bad character, and it’s like-

Dana: But, but we love that! Queer women love a villain!

Jaime: Well, it’s like, flawed characters, and it’s like, and then recently I watched this show called, um, I hate Suzie Pickles [actual title of show: I Hate Suzie], um, there’s a show called, um, uh, I May Destroy You. They’re British shows, actually, both are.

Dana: Oh, yeah, it’s so good.

Jaime: And they, these are complex, um, women who make bad choices, and they self sabotage and they do things that are kind of frowned upon in society, and yet I love them, these women, and it’s like, if I can love these women for all their flaws, then maybe I'm okay too. And I think that we, we have to allow women to be flawed and lovable instead of just being cute little heroines that kind of support men at all times. I mean, it’s changed so much, that’s kind of, like the old, the old order of what it used to be, like, but yeah, it’s exciting.

Dana: That happe- That was what was written in my yearbook! Just, Dana Piccoli, flawed but lovable.

Jaime: Ah! [laughs]

Dana: So I totally, I totally can appreciate that.

Jaime: Was it that? Was it- that would be the best!

Dana: [laughs] I love that.

Jaime: Flawed and lovable, not but.

Dana: Oh yeah, yes, flawed and lovable, sorry, sorry. That’s, that’s what, that’s where I went wrong in the yearbook.

Jaime: Exactly.

Dana: Uh, J- Jaime. A lot has been made of this, the apples scene.

Jaime: Yes.

Dana: Do you think I smell apples is basically saying “I love you”? Were you, what do you think that Helena was trying to express at that time?

Jaime: I, I, I think that it was, um, a sense of, uh, acceptance, and, um, and, and, and, and, and love, I mean, uh, because Helena had always been such a, kind of a troubled character in so many ways and she had kind of, um, these struggles and this darkness and these mental health issues and I think that “I smell apples” was a, a, a wa- wa- was, she, she’d kind of come to the light, you know, she, she had, had kind of accepted herself, and it was such an altruistic act of love, she was sacrificing herself in order to save the others, that it was true love, like she’d overcome the darkness. So it was, uh, I, I, I, I, love that, uh, moment, yeah, that kind of-

Jo: I know we wanted, uh, one of the most beautiful definitions of love onscreen is recognition of your soul in someone else.

Dana: Mhmm.

Jo: That’s really what happens, and I thought that when Jaime did that, there was a very beautiful, I mean it’s sort of like Romeo and Juliet. You see this moment of, and we talked about it earlier, that energy, that to me is that. what that is-

Jaime: Yes.

Jo: -the scene is, “I smell apples.” It’s these two people who see each other in each other and are profoundly connected, whether, in whatever way that it is, it’s just a profound connection, you know, and so often we find boxes to put these connections in, you know, as humans, we want to make sense, we want to make logic of them, you know, which is, I think, um, why storytelling suffers in the representation, because you want to define what a thing is and kind of, um, the most beautiful things about some of the most special relationships is they, they're beyond what you can say they are, they’re beyond categorization, they are, you know...

Jaime: I, I, I definitely think that, although it wasn’t written in that way, I mean, if you actually go back and look at the footage, I’m saying “I love you” to, uh, uh, HG is saying “I love you” to Myka and Myka is is let-

Jo: I only think that’s what she was saying.

Jaime: -letting, letting it land.

Dana: Confirmation, folks! Confirmation, um, everyone!

Jo: In here. [points to head]

Dana: Write it in your vows, write it now in your vows!

Jo: Dana, you’re funny! [laughs]

Dana: Thank you!

Jaime: But wh- when, when did I come back and I was like, married to, what-

Dana: You, you weren't married, you were with a gentleman, and he had a, a young child and-

Jaime: And he was a bit of a drip as well!

Jo: And the house was very suburban, that’s all I remember was, I like walked into this house and I was like-

Jaime: That was, was that, I don’t really know the chronological, um, ordering, but like, I had like a ponytail, and I had a, possibly-

Jo: You were probably like driving a minivan.

Dana: You were teaching, you were teaching, weren’t you?

Jaime: Cause wasn’t I [indecipherable]

Jo: It’s okay, Jaime, I [indecipherable]

Dana: You were like in Phoenix or something.

Jaime: Yeah so, so what was that, after a bit I, so like “I smell apples” was the ending of my character, right? So like that, was that after a bit-

Dana: Right, and then you got rev- you were brought back-

Jaime: Right.

Dana: And then you kind of disappeared for a bit.

Jaime: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dana: Yes. Yeah, um-

Jaime: Yeah.

Dana: The, um, the, the, uh, the fans [laughs] were, um, confused by that, were like what?

Jaime: I d- I’m confused, I’m confused! [laughs]

Jo: Not just the fans, not just the fans.

Jaime: Well, I actually, um, I, I, I really want to go back and see that scene, um, I, I feel like you came to, I don’t, I was living in like suburbia-

Dana: Mhm.

Jaime: And, and didn’t you come to-

Jo: I don't remember.

Jaime: -the house and I, I think you came to-

Jo: I remember that horrible house though, because it was like, it… [makes disgusted face]

Jaime: It was so weird and I was like hello, I’m kind of like a completely different woman!

Jo: It was like very Stepford, I like, I walked in and, I don’t know why Myka was so accepting, I would’ve taken a baseball bat to the house, gonna be like, we’re leaving!

Jaime: So, so, so, so, I, so I, Jack, so Jack, Jack-

Jo: Get out of here, you drank the Kool Aid!

Jaime: I remember Jack was there and I was like, um, uh, oh, like this, like, like this doesn't work because of this and this doesn’t work because of that, and I was having a little, kind of like a creative difference with him, and, and he left for the day, he left for the day, and I really want to go back and see that s- that, that scene, because I remember I was asking him if I could, yeah, I know it’s, it says this but could I play it like this? And I do- I remember he didn’t want me to for the storyline, but I remember he left. [laughs] So I’d love to go back and see, I, I remember think- feeling like I was quite naughty, that I actually got away with it, but, uh-

Dana: Oh, I am loving all the subversive shit that was happening behind the scenes. [laughs]

Jaime: Yeah. [laughs]

Jo: Do you remember the park bench as well? Remember that scene, it was-

Jaime: Oh, yeah, a bench.

Jo: Wasn’t that a bench?

Jaime: Oh, that was a love scene, that was a love scene.

Jo: That was a, yeah, we really went for that one. [all laugh]

Jo: Everyone was like, what? And I’m like, well, we’re doing it. Might as well!

Jaime: [laughs] And we’re in like, Toronto, and everyone behind the camera, like, they’re very blokey, and it’s not in the script, and then they're like, “oh I didn’t, they’re, they’re, oh I didn’t see that coming!” [laughs]

Jo: They were like, what are you guys doing? We’re like, we’ll figure it out! [laughing]

Jaime: Exactly! We’re just doing our own thing. [laughs]

Dana: Oh, a little, a little mutiny, a little bit! [laughs] Well we, we, we’ve ha- we’ve had such incredible conversation so far, and I have so many fan questions for you, and if we were onstage everyone would get to come up to the mic-

Jaime: Aw.

Dana: -and ask you questions, but I do have a bunch of questions that were sent in, um, so I do want to get to your fans, because your fans are so integral to keeping this like-

Jo: That’s why we’re here.

Dana: -story alive. Uh, let’s see here. Let’s kick it off. Alright, so wellsbering wants to know, what personality traits do you share with your characters?

Jaime: Well I think, I think that, um, I, uh, definitely always get cast as the baddie for whatever reason, but then I think that, um, really the quirky mess that I, I, I morphed into is basically me. [all laugh]

Jo: I like that answer, that’s great. Um, I, uh, am very A-type when it comes to certain things, and Myka very much, I’m very like, flowy, Myka wa- didn’t flow, but there are certain parts of my life where I’m not flowy around. My work is one of them, writing is another one. Um, and I’m very afraid of letting people down. I think that’s why I've been, I was te- telling a lot of the people that I was talking to today that, you know, the reason I didn’t do this a lot when the show was on, I couldn’t understa- i was like, why do people wanna meet me? They're gonna meet me and be disappointed.

Dana: Ohhhh.

Jo: Yeah.

Dana: I think everyone thinks that though, I think that’s very common.

Jo: I think tha- yeah, I think that’s the human condition, right?

Dana: Yes.

Jo: Um, but, but I think Myka and I share that sort of reserve, you know, that thing where you’re like I don’t, no, don’t get too close. I’m like a Monet, stay back. [laughs]

Jaime: And I, I think that was part of the chemistry as well, it’s like, you have that kind of like, you know, protectio- protective-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: -kind of like, edge. And so it’s like, if, I think that i- in a way, the gift that we had by it not being written for us is, if had been written we would’ve, the characters would’ve made each other, um, accessible to each other far too quickly. It was like the slow burn of, Myka could be quite prickly, and my character was completely messed up so it was kind of like, this kind of like energy between them where they were kind of like, you know, like working each other out, feeling each other out-

Jo: Is there? Is there an energy there?

Jaime: And then the laughs were well earned, and the smiles, and the deciding to work together was well earned. There was a, a lot of suspicion around each other, and when they opened up or they kind of let their guard down, it was hard earned, and and it was like, you know, something you would wanna rejoice at.

Jo: Yeah, aw, I love that.

Dana: Um, okay, so this is from mayberrycosplay, uh, you may remember mayberrycosplay, I believe one of them dressed as HG at a con, uh-

Jaime: Oh!

Dana: -but they wondered-

Jaime: I’ve seen a few HGs.

Dana: You’ve seen a few HGs.

Jaime: [laughs]

Dana: This is for Jo about, uh, Myka’s experience with ovarian cancer and, uh, like, how the awareness of this silent killer of women, like how that storyline, what that storyline meant to you and how it felt to portray that?

Jo: I was really nervous about that storyline, you know, anything that has affected people and their families and, and it’s always, I, you know, difficult territory to walk as an actor, especially in a show like Warehouse where there's so much happening on such a grand level that I’m like, are they going to pay attention to this? Are they going to really honor a storyline like this? was my concern, you know, like very often things like that are added like, uh, it’s like putting a robot arm on a story, and you're like oh, and by the way, there’s ovarian cancer! And so I was really, you know, concerned about showing up for that and, and, and and serving it in a way that people understood and, and could identify with that, you know, it’s such a catharsis, that’s what I think it’s supposed to be. Um, so it was, uh, I, the fans told me I pulled it off, that’s the only way that I know.

Dana: Well it meant a tremendous amount to, to mayberrycosplay and so that’s why they, they sent that in because it, it really affected them because of their own personal-

Jo: Yeah.

Dana: -you know, family journeys and such.

Jo: Well I’m so, so, thank you, I mean, I’m still wondering, you know, I worked really hard to make sure that was in there. We’ve all lost somebody to cancer, we all know what that’s like, we all know- I mean, I mean, I certainly have, to feel a lump and be like [does the Home Alone face] you know. I have two friends right now who are going through it, so I try to honor it in the best way. I- it’s one of the things that makes me want to be an actor, uh, that I think is so special about it is that you get to tell stories that people, it’s a group catharsis, you know, so I’m glad that, glad they think I, the only thing that, if they think I sh- I showed up then... [laughs] yes, good, good, good.

Dana: Um, let’s see here, cloxy813 wants to know what was your favorite, favorite scene to film together?

Jo: Probably the heaving bosoms scene. I was excited for the heaving bosoms scene, which was all like [mimes placing gun to forehead] kill me!

Jaime: [laughs]

Dana: Hashtag heaving bosoms scene.

Jo: It was so hot that day, I remember my tank top-

Jaime: So hot, oh my god, it was like-

Jo: It was like, my tank top, I would like look down and find, I was like, my boobs are out, um. [laughs] I just saw him sign, them sign, um.

Jaime: We were by that lake, I just wanted to dive in there. It was-

Jo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I loved, I loved, I loved doing that scene, I have to say. And, and the chess scene, I remember that.

Jaime: Oh yeah.

Jo: I remember that very well. Um, I really enjoyed my work with Jaime because I, as I said, you know, there’s not a lot of scenes that are two women just being women. It was so, it was like a breath of fresh air and so I, I wasn't, I was, uh, you know, a lot of the times Myka was there to witness Pete-

Jaime: Or, or, or to laugh, or to kind of laugh and sigh at his super funny jokes.

Jo: The funny jokes... um, so, so it was so nice to not ha- be in a scene from that point of view. So often women are are written as accessories-

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: You know, and, and this was a storyline where I felt like she was a whole person and I could be like a whole, real person, I didn't have to be like-

Jaime: I, I, I, I, I was on a show called Hustle and there was a character on it called Danny Blue, and he had all the funny lines, and one of the refrains that I had was “oh Danny. Oh Danny,” where every time he said something cheeky or naughty or a joke I’d go “oh Danny,” and I remember just being so excited to get the job, but then after awhile like me saying “oh Danny” really wore thin, especially as off camera I feel like I was more witty! [laughs] In that space I was much more funny, but all the funny was written for him, and I was going “oh Danny.” So when I came in I really, I kind of, um, you know, I knew the frustration of playing the, kind of, you, you know-

Jo: Straight man.

Dana: The “oh Danny.”

Jo: -if you were playing, right, right, the brainiac, uptight brainiac, and Pete had all the funny lines, so obviously we were in a lot of scenes with the rest of the cast and keeping the story going, but I felt as though all the character stuff that we had as, as women came from the scenes when we were on our own, and obviously that first scene with the grappler, um, you know, was, it was kind of the first scene where I’d been playing kind of like a little, kind of kind of like sneaky little looks and curiosity and fascination with this woman-

Dana: Yeah, we noticed.

Jaime: And, but, but, I, but, it wasn’t until the grappler scene that I thought that, that i was starting to get this, kind of, this chemistry going, and then there was a scene, do you remember the scene where I didn’t know how to work a computer or open it, it was like a, I was like a monkey-

Jo: Yeah [laughs] yeah.

Jaime: I was like a, it was like, I didn’t know what this is, we were-

Dana: Well, I mean in, in f- in fairness you had been in bronze for a long time.

Jaime: -we were in like a stu- a student room, a student's room, it was-

Jo: Yeah, we were at the college, we were at U of T.

Jaime: And, and. and we’d, it was the first time we’d deci- you’d, you’d kind of begrudgingly decided that we could work together, and HG was kind of a little thrilled, and you were a bit begrudging and-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: There was all, we, we still had to, ‘cause like, in sci-fi there’s a lot of storyline and exposition and kind of fantastical stuff, which is super fun, but actually as actors you really get excited about the character stuff and there was always just this great character stuff whenever we were on our own with a scene-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: -um, because we didn’t have to worry so much about servicing all the other characters, we just serviced each other.

Dana: Well, you know, there are only two kinds of queer women. It is thrilling or begrudging, it’s one or the other. [all laugh]

Dana: They fit perfectly in there.

Jaime: I mean maybe that’s why it resonated so well, and maybe it was the reason it was so great, that it wasn’t written, because you had these two kind of like, kind of sli- slightly spiky kind of like flawed women, kind of like o- one, you know, one not particularly into the other at all, you know, so-

Jo: It was interesting, I still remember, I still remember receiving that energy and receiving that stuff and realizing, sort of plotting, cause I’m like, how long would it take Myka to figure this out?

Jaime: [laughs]

Jo: Seriously, I was like, cause, Joanne is not her,, I’m, you know, I’m wasn’t in the box that she, I always thought, Jack’s like, you’re exactly like that character, I’m nothing, I’m not- [laughs] I mean there’s a part of me that’s uptight but there's a part of me that’s most definitely not, so I was like how, and I really wanted to do the discovery of it within her, the like, this, the, this feeling started, and then her sort of, and M-Myka to me as a character as a whole was always somebody who was afraid, this is somebody who was always very scared of everything and presented themselves in this very [mimes acting stuffy and uptight] way because there was so much going on here [gestures to heart] and it was slow in the five seasons, I really wanted her to like, you know, relax and start laughing and not be so, and I was like, there’s a certain amount of wonder that was like-

Jaime: Endless wonder.

Jo: -ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, like you kind of see her, one of the things about that journey is you start to see her discover sort of herself and her own feeling surrounding that, which I thought was really special.

Jaime: And also you, um, you, you kind of ended up, you, you know, HG was kind of like a tricky character and she was always one step ahead, um for, that first season, but then when she started to fall apart, you were the one that kind of put her together, and then I felt like there was also this humor introduced, this lightness introduced to your character through the humor el- elements-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: -and the surprise, which was, um, really lovely for your character.

Jo: Yeah, I, I think for m- for me, you know, it was a decision I made like in season two that I k- she had to evolve and grow and sort of, um, I couldn’t, I was, I was, I was like, I can’t keep coming to work and putting a giant stick up my ass [laughs] like we’re doing, like I need just to like expand her and go towards her relaxing and really finding, I think for her the big thing was always finding connection, you know, this-

Dana: Sure.

Jo: -we, we see in the beginning of the show is, it’s very cut off, very isolated, very like, and I, she lost her partner, that was, when I read that script, immediately I was like, this is someone who’s so scared of losing people again that she’s never gonna let anyone else in, and that was sort of like my understanding of her. And when Jaime came on, it was such a great way to explore that, Myka opening, you know, as feelings developed, her opening, you know-

Dana: Well, that, the growth, the character journey that both of your, your characters went on, I think that is what makes the show still so enduring to fans, like why they feel so connected to it, because we do, we saw that journey, you know, both of you had your own journeys to go on and you somehow managed to cross, cross paths, and it may not have ended the way fans had wanted it to, but we still go so much out of it.

Jo: I’m so glad.

Dana: I wish it was endgame, but what can I do?

Jaime: We, we, we need a spinoff show for Jo and I, we, we need a spinoff show.

Dana: Okay, yes, the spinoff, okay! You need to talk about that because-

Jaime: Who do we need to talk to to make that happen?

Dana: I got in a lot of trouble on Twitter yesterday for not asking a spinoff question, uh, what, like, what would a spinoff look like between between HG and Myka?

Jo: I think it would be have, to be now, which we-

Dana: Yeah.

Jo: And we’d have to get her, there’s no ponytails in this story, there’s no suburbs, there’s no fucking ponytails, um, no-

Jaime: I won- I won- I wonder if, um, it could be now, but, or, I wonder if I, I had to come in for a mission and then I actually pulled you back into my time, that might be an interesting way to turn it on its head.

Dana: Ooh, Jaime Murray, there we go!

Jaime: If we both had to go back-

Dana: I love me some period.

Jaime: -into my time or you know what made me think that [she does the Jaime Murray hair flip™] what I-

Jo: [laughs]

Jaime: I saw that, I saw that ne- The Nevers-

Jo: I miss that hair flip!

Jaime: -the, the, the a- the adverts for The Nevers on HBO, and I’m like that is the HG Wells spinoff right there, and I was like super fucked that I wasn’t in that, and then I read that Joss Whedon was a consultant and I was like [inaudible] really bad, so, but, anyway I think that that’s what we should do. I, I’m also obsessed with that time period.

Jo: I mean, yeah, and also like it was real, yeah-

Jaime: It was the beginning of ps-

Jo: Yeah.

Jaime: -psychology, of like Tesla, of of like different thoughts, there was like, they were like spiritual, um, kind of scientists and atheism and there was all it this opportunity for change, which actually wasn’t taken, but it was actually, it’s super interesting right at the time, there was suffragettes-

Jo: Also a fish out of water for me would be so wacky, because I’m a fish out of water too, alright.

Dana: I’m curious if yo all saw the Saturday Night Live sketch the other, uh, last week with, uh, lesbian period drama-

Jaime: Oh!

Dana: -and how, how every lesbian, like anything that features lesbians now has to be- [laughs]

Jaime: Well have you e- have you ever-

Dana: -it’s like the Edwardian or, like the Edwardian times.

Jaime: Have you guys read Sarah Waters, do you know this?

Dana: Oh, of course!

Jaime: Like, so, and maybe that is actually what helped me get to HG Wells, but I loved those books when-

Dana: Oh, they’re so amazing.

Jaime: -I was growing up and I feel like we should make those o- we should remake one of those b- Jo, you’ve got to read those books, and then-

Jo: I’m writing it down! I’m taking notes!

Jaime: Oh, it’s amazing.

Dana: You two would be amazing in her most recent one.

Jaime: She writes these amazing Edwardian, Edwardian kind of wanton lust and then there’s like, like the vervain or whatever, that kind of drug that they used to take back then-

Jo: Opium?

Jaime: -so it’s like slightly, kind of like psychedelic, oh, it’s amazing, yeah, she’s amazing.

Dana: [laughs] Well, we unfortunately are out of time, and it’s been so much fun to talk to the two of you, and I, I love the love that you have for your characters, for your friendship, for the fans, uh, it’s, it’s so lovely to see, and thank you so much for making this work in your schedules, I know you’re both super busy doing your own projects, um, and I want to think Mark. Mark, you’re amazing, thank you so much for, for interpreting.

Jaime: Thank you, Mark!

Jo: Thank you, Mark!

Dana: Um, do you have anything you want to end with, to say to the, to the Bering lesbians out there?

Jaime: Well, first of all, I want to say that, um, if anyone sends me messages to, you know, pictures or anything that that Jo needs to see, I’ll make sure that Jo, Jo gets it, ‘cause she’s not on social media, and I’ll, I’ll share stuff with her so that she can kind of know the love from the community.

Dana: Yeah, great.

Jo: I think, um, I’m actually gonna try to put together a newsletter because I’m trying to get my shows made and I could use this community, you know, to help-

Dana: Oh, we will support you to the end! We will march off that cliff with you.

Jaime: I could help you make a Twitter account, just for our community.

Jo: I don’t wanna do Twitter, I wanna do a newsletter. [laughs] I don’t wanna, I don’t know how many characters are in it, but it’s not enough. [laughs]

Jaime: But Jo, Jo, you have to actually read some of the fanfiction. The fanfiction is epic.

Jo: I have a book that I got, somebody wrote a book-

Jaime: Unbelievable, oh my god.

Jo: -like a novel.

Jaime: They’re brilliant, these people are brilliant, like best fans ever.

Dana: There is some really incredible work out there.

Jaime: Well, do you want to-

Jo: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone, um, you know, I don’t do these very often, and just like, the outpouring of love, like just the connection, I really appreciate it, I’m so grateful, so thank you.

Jaime: Yeah, it’s such a beautiful community. I feel really proud to have been welcomed into it and, uh, very grateful.

Dana: Well, we’ll hope to see you another time, and thank you all who turned in to this panel. [Jaime blows kisses]

Jo: Thank you.

Jaime: Bye, guys.

Dana: Do you smell apples?

Jaime: Bye, Jo, I love you so much.

Jo: Do you smell apples? I love you too. [blows kiss] I’ll talk to you soon.

Jaime: Yes, I’ll see you later. Bye bye, darlings.

Jo: Bye.

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The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk),

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series. sorry it took so long. I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first. thank you everyone for your patience! I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly? I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament. I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said. What does that even mean? Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything. He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed. You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning. Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore. Or was he pulling you under? Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now. “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table. You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night. Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another. You weren’t sure you could take that. Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social. Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you. When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right? We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled. “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?” He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first. “My family, I mean.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s not the issue, really. I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit. I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated. It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation. Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked. He was fun, he was new, he was friendly. I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation. You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun! You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved. But now, Andy was added to that list. You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father. Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was. He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly. The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic. It was… nice. Comfortable. Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together. His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now. Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem. His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside. You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up. “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you. “Jealous? Slightly. Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.

“Honey, I saw you kissing. It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed. “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here. Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better. You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room. It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort. “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway. Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers. “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Are you scared?” he teased. “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours. A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer. You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting. But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all. Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught. Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod. Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later. It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right. With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house. He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around. In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book. “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness. Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual? You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did. He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house. With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though. Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door. Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion. You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big. You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts. You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness. Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed. He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently. “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly. “Hnng, Andy—”

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled. “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants. The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked. "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore. You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged. "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks. So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining. He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit. Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly. Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit. He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering.

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak. “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey. It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck. You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening. It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity. To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh. You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true. It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better. But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster. “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree. A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else. “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m… I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow. You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth. When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before. "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted. “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream. He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry. His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers. The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty. Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you. “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed. Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you. “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind. You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him. Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back. He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night. Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed. What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you. You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm. He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused. “What if he sees you here? What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much. I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you. It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you. "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused. He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist. "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked. “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around. The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo. It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently. “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us. And do you think I like the ring? I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch. “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered. His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist. He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips. Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger. He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once. He was so possessive over you, ironically. It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting. Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin. Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life. Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could. When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him. It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this? He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself. You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream. You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go. You deserved to have fun.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #I FUCKING FINISHED IT #stay tuned for the alternate ending

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