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flemingsfreckles · 1 month ago

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Replacement Pt. 10

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Warnings: none :)

WC: 3.4k

A/N: hi I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get this out to you all.

The next morning walking into the locker room you could feel your nerve endings start to tingle. No one else knew, no one knew that you and Jessie had kissed, not just once, but multiple times. They also didn’t know that the two of you were going on a date. When you walked up to your locker you couldn’t help but glance at Jessie as she was already sat, putting her boots on.

“Hi.” You greeted her, having to fight back the smile and blush you could feel rising. You’re not sure why suddenly you couldn’t handle yourself around her. It had been no issue before despite your feelings. But maybe now it was the fact that you knew what her lips tasted like, you knew how it felt to have her hands on your face, you knew how she could make you feel.

Wednesday was quick however Thursday dragged on. Training had been ruthless, trying to work out the issues the team had been having, meaning a lot of running.

“Let’s go out for dinner! We all deserve that after today.” You hear Sam starting to gather support for her dinner. A couple teammates started to throw out restaurant suggestions, offering up different places not far from the stadium.

“You coming?” Sam comes over to you.

You freeze, glancing at Jessie beside you who was looking back at you. You quickly look back to Sam, shaking your head quickly. “Um, no, I can’t. I have plans, an appointment, I can’t.” You usually were a good liar, you had been hiding in a lie most of your life, yet your sentence comes out a blabbered mess when you lie to Sam.

“Boo, don’t be a party pooper.” Sam says before patting you on the shoulder and turning to face Jessie. “What about you?”

Jessie looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide staring back at Sam, she opens her mouth to speak before closing it, no sound coming out. She glances at you, then around the room before back to Sam. “No, I can’t, tonight doesn’t work for me.”

“You both suck.” Sam teases before quickly moving on. “These two have better things to do than hang out with us.” She announces to the rest of the team. You turn to look at Jessie before quickly looking away, you couldn’t be seen looking at her too much, the team couldn’t know.

You finish changing, packing your bag up when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Busy huh?” You turn and Janine has a knowing smile on her face. “Both of you?” She glances down to Jessie’s empty cubby. She had gotten up to go to the restroom a moment ago and Janine saw it as the perfect time to confront you.

“Yeah I guess she has something, I don’t keep up with her schedule.” You shrug. Keeping your eye contact with the bag you try to make it less obvious that you clearly knew of Jessie’s plans for the evening, that you were part of those plans.

“Mhmm, sure.” You catch Jessie’s eye as she walks in from the other side of the room, having to fight back a smile as Janine continues to talk. “Enjoy your ‘appointment’ if that’s what you’re calling her.” That makes your face drop, how did she know?

Janine turns, leaning to whisper something to Jessie as she passes, you watch as Jessie’s face contorts into annoyance before she says something hushed back to Janine.

As Jessie sits down you pull out your phone, sending her a text.

You: Did you tell her?

Jessie Fleming: Tell her what?

Jessie Fleming: Who?

You: Janine, that I was coming over tonight?

Jessie Fleming: No, was I supposed to?

You: No, you can’t be telling people we’re seeing each other.

Jessie Fleming: I didn’t.

As Jessie sends her text you can feel her eyes practically burning holes into the side of your head. You look at her, she throws her hands up, pointing at her phone with a confused look on her face. You wave her off and turn your phone off putting it into your jacket pocket.

You can hear Jessie scrambling to gather her things before the sound of her footsteps follow you down the hallway and out the door of the facility.

“Hey!” She shouts at you before calling your name. You stop only once you reach your car. “What the heck?” Jessie says as she stares at you, one hand bracing herself on your car.

“What?” It was silly to play dumb, you knew why she was following you.

“Are you okay?” Jessie says still a confused look plastered across her face.

“Yeah, fine.”

“Then what was that all about?” She says, a smile breaking across her lips, slightly laughing as she shook her phone at you.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not.” Jessie reaches her hand out but retracts it when she notices you flinch away slightly, your gaze scanning around the nearly empty parking lot, looking for signs of your teammates or anyone who could see the two of you. You give her a very small nod and Jessie reaches for your hand again.

“I just, I got nervous that Janine knew, she made a comment that made it seem like she knew we were having a date tonight.”

“I didn’t tell her. I wouldn’t at least not without checking with you.” Squeezing your fingers Jessie returns the gesture, squeezing your hand in hers.

“Okay.” You say, still feeling a steady state of stress in your body, not knowing what to think about Janine’s comment or the fact that Jessie was holding your hand in a public parking lot. No one was there but you felt like you could be seen.

“Okay, I’ll still see you tonight then?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You nod at her before dropping your hand from hers and turning to open your car door.

“Okay, I’m free whenever, if you want to just text me when you’re on the way.” Jessie smiles at you. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” You give her a flash of a smile before ducking into the car, closing the door. Jessie turns walking to her own before turning back to wave at you.

The second you got home you were already itching to be back in Jessie’s presence. Staring down the clock you wondered how long you had to wait for it to feel like an appropriate time to text her telling her you’re on the way. As the clock approaches 5:00 you decide to get off the couch and make a quick stop at the corner store before texting Jessie you were on the way.

“Hi.” The door opens quickly, you barely get a second knock in before your met with Jessie’s smile.

“Hi!” Extending your hand you push the flowers towards her. You can feel your stomach filling with nerves as she takes them, her fingertips brushing against yours. You’d been to Jessie’s apartment plenty of times, never for a date. “It smells good in here!”

“Oh I had a candle going earlier, it’s maple latte scented.”

“I like it.” you say following her out of the entry way. You find yourself admiring her as she walked ahead of you. She was simply dressed, a black shirt and light blue athletic shorts. It was nice, you never felt like you had to overdo it with Jessie, she had insisted you wear comfortable clothing, it was supposed to be a cozy date.

She looks over to the kitchen. “So, everything’s ready for pizzas if you want to eat now, if not we can wait, I wasn’t sure if you ate after training or not.”

“I could eat.” You hadn’t had anything to eat after training, too caught up on when to text Jessie, too caught up in the fact that you were actually going on a date, with her, a date with a girl. You hadn’t even thought to eat.

“Oh good I was hoping you’d say that.” You follow Jessie into the kitchen, immediately overwhelmed by the layout she had going. The countertop is covered in bowls with toppings all neatly cut up. Jessie must’ve noticed the expression on your face to her preparedness. “I know it’s a lot, I wasn’t sure what you liked on your pizza so I sort of got everything.” She gestures to the counter.

“That’s sweet Jess.” You lean over, not thinking twice before planting a kiss on her cheek. Jessie tilts her head down but you catch the way she tries to fight back the grin that grew on her face.

“There’s dough in the fridge.” She says to you as she walks to grab a sheet pan from her cabinet. You open the fridge, grabbing out the bowl with a lump of dough in it, placing it on the counter.

“Give me your hands.” Listening to her, you extend your hands in Jessie’s direction before she coats them with a small amount of flour. “Now the dough won’t stick.” Coating her own hands after Jessie reaches for the bowl, splitting the ball of dough into fourths before putting one in front of you. “Just roll it however thick you want, then we’ll cook them for a bit and then toppings.”

“Did you hand make this?”

“Yeah, I did, yesterday though because once you make it you have to let it sit.” Jessie grabs a rolling pin, handing it to you before starting to flatten her own ball of dough with her hands.

“Where’d you learn that?”

“I’ve always really liked cooking and baking. Cooking is cool because you can experiment with it more, baking has to be a bit more precise it’s more of a science. It’s always been something I’ve been around I guess, it’s something my Mom really enjoys. I always wanted to help her in the kitchen, I think mostly as a kid I wanted to lick the spoon and taste everything. Then as I got older it was more about spending time with her and my grandma too, she loved baking as well. It’s just comforting to me, especially when I get to do it with someone, or for someone.” She continued to roll her dough while speaking, you on the other hand caught up in her taking had yet to roll out yours at all. “Sorry, that was a lot.”

“No, it’s nice, I like hearing about those things. I’ve started to like cooking since I’ve been on my own. I didn’t have much influence from my parents on that as a kid.” You can almost feel the uncomfortable tension that you created bringing up your parents. It wasn’t often you spoke of them, but when you did you knew the reaction you’d get from people around you. Some uncomfortable not knowing the situation with your parents, some trying to change the subject to a completely different topic, dismissing everything you said, some give you the look of pity knowing your relationship with them is poor.

Jessie didn’t do any of those options. “Maybe we could do a cooking class sometime, you know where they bring in a chef and they teach you some really cool special recipe? If that’s something you’d like?”

She didn’t look at you with pity, she didn’t completely disregard your comment, still acknowledging your interest in cooking, but not lingering on the unsettling topic of your parents. She somehow always knew what to say, how to make you feel comfortable.

“I think that could be cool.” You nod at her before finally starting to roll out your own dough, glancing over every few seconds to watch Jessie, trying to match her actions. The two of you roll out all the dough into a couple mini pizzas and Jessie sticks them in the oven, setting a timer before walking into her living room.

She shows you a few games she had gotten out, as well as a few movie options, as she stands looking at a cabinet of stuff you look around her place, you’d seen it a hundred times, but still it felt like you were seeing it in a different light now. Your eyes fall on the table beside her couch, a stack of photos sitting there. What catches your eye is that your own face is looking back at you.

“Oh, those are the film photos, I finally got them developed.” The photos are quickly scooped up into Jessie’s hands and she sits down on the couch, patting beside you to come sit by her. “From the day we walked around, so a lot of them are of you, see?” She begins flipping through them, photos of downtown, of people, signs, birds, cars, capturing the essence of Portland. Then there’s photos of you. Similar to the digital ones she had show you, you find yourself actually enjoying the photos, you aren’t repulsed or uneasy looking at them.

“You know,” you start, “you’re the only person who’s made me not hate photos of myself.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry, that was depressing, it came out wrong, I meant it as a compliment.”

“No I know you did, I just,” she pauses looking at you, “I don’t see how you could hate a photo of yourself, you’re perfect.”

“Stop.” You look down to your lap, unable to maintain eye contact with Jessie any longer.

“No seriously.” She goes to reach for your face before pulling her hand back and whispering a quick apology. You grab her hand that was retreating and place it onto your cheek, you didn’t want her to be scared to touch you, you trusted her.

When your eyes meet you can read the look in her eyes, the way they dart down to your lips, the way her tongue quickly wets her bottom lip. You can’t resist her, leaning in to meet her lips with your own your hands fall to her lap, bracing yourself on her thighs.

The two of you get lost in your own world. The warmth of her hand on your cheek, the feeling of her thighs under your fingers, the way you can smell her shampoo over the smell of the candle, the way her lips are soft on yours, the kiss is firm but her lips are soft. Jessie leans further into the kiss, encouraging you to lean back as her tongue traces your bottom lip. Her body slightly hovers over your own, her chest against yours, you could live in this feeling forever. Forever is cut short by the timer on the oven going off.

You both let out sounds of disappointment when your lips part followed by small laughs. “Guess we should go finish making dinner.” Jessie hops off the couch extending her hand to help you up. She keeps her fingers intertwined with yours as she walks both of you to the kitchen. Grabbing a hot pad she gets out the partially baked dough placing them on the counter. The two of you put sauce and toppings on your pizza before sticking them back in the oven.

“Hey, you’ve got a little something right, there.” Jessie says bringing her finger to your nose, only instead of cleaning anything off, she wipes sauce from her finger onto your nose.

“Hey!” Your jaw drops at Jessie’s behavior. She’s staring back at you with a shit eating grin across her face. Her smile drops when she sees you stick your own finger into the bowl of sauce before lunging in her direction. She lets out a scream and runs away, making you chase her around the kitchen island. You both make a few laps before she lets you catch her, backing her into the corner of the kitchen. “Looks like you’ve got something, here, and here, and here.” You put sauce on her cheeks before on her lips, quickly following your finger with your lips gently kissing the sauce off.

“You know, for someone who’s never really dated, you’re incredibly smooth.”

“Thanks.” You say before stepping back, giving her personal space. The two of you chat, discussing that day’s training while you waited for the pizza to be done. When the oven timer finally rang again you played your pizzas and followed Jessie to the table. The two of you played cards while eating, adding in conversation about training, the weather, your plans for the off season.

You offered to clear the plates ones you both had finished eating. When you returned to Jessie’s living room she was sitting on the couch. “Movie time?”

“Yeah, sure.” You looked at her and then at the couch. There was space on either side of Jessie, she sat near the middle. You chose to sit on her left side, the side closest to you, it seemed like the easiest choice. As the movie started you were unsure of how to sit, feeling incredibly stiff and suddenly overly aware of every move and breath Jessie took.

Were you at the point of cuddling? You weren’t even sure if you felt comfortable with the idea of cuddling her. You liked her, there was no denying that, you just had never cuddled with another girl, not in a romantic way. You thought it was all in your head, apparently not as Jessie places a hand on your thigh. “You know you can relax, you don’t have to sit so stiff.”

“Oh, I just, I’m not used to this, I wasn’t sure.” You glance at her out of the side of your eye.

“That’s fine, you just look uncomfortable.”

“Yeah.”

“Here, lean toward me.” Jessie opens her arms, shifting her body to face you a little bit more. You lean back slightly putting your back halfway on her chest and shoulder. One of Jessie’s arms wraps around your waist, the other remains at her side. “More comfortable?”

“Yeah.” It was not only comfortable but it felt safe, Jessie’s front against your back, her arm around your waist, you felt safe. You could feel the rise and fall of Jessie’s chest with each breath, you could hear her soft laughs at the movie, her breath close against your face. So caught up in the feeling of Jessie’s body you nearly forget you're watching a movie, feeling as though you have no idea what you just watched when the credits start to roll across the screen.

You shift, leaning forward and off of Jessie. “I guess I should get going.” You clap your hands onto your knees before standing up from the couch. When you turn Jessie looks surprised.

“Oh, yeah, of course, yes sure.” Jessie nods rapidly standing up to mirror you. You head toward the door, grabbing your shoes and bending down to tie them. When you stand back up you are startled with how closely Jessie is standing to you.

“I had a really nice time tonight Jessie.” You reach a hand out placing it on Jessie’s forearm. “Thank you.”

“Of course, I also really had a nice time.” The two of you stand, fidgeting with your hands while Jessie’s fingers pull at her shirt as she sways her weight side to side on her feet.

“Um, so next time, maybe I can, I can, set something up for us to do?” You look at her.

“A second date?”

You're suddenly racking your brain for date ideas. You’d never taken anyone on a date, you’d been on dates, just never one you were planning. “Yeah, I want to take you on a date. I’ll uh, send you the details, once I figure them out.”

“That sounds great. Still on for our regular coffee tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight Jessie.” You look at her, she’s looking at you, were you supposed to kiss her, you’d kissed already today, but were you on a goodbye kiss basis yet?

“Goodnight, text me when you get home.”

“I will.” You reach your hand behind you, grabbing the door handle and twisting it before opening the door slightly. “Goodnight.” You give in to your desire, quickly dropping the door letting it close and leaning to kiss Jessie quickly. When you pull back from her you’re both smiling, matching blushes. “Okay, now I’m actually leaving, goodnight Jessie.”

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janeyseymour · 9 months ago

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Hey if you're up for a prompt I just thought of this Melissa x reader idea. Reader is a teacher at Abbott and all the teachers and the camera crew think the reader is not good when on camera ie. Smart Reader drops down to all of 1 brain cell like a deer in headlights when facing the lense, but it turns out everytime they've been filmed, either interviewed, or knowing they're shooting B-roll, Melissa has been around and Melissa has started getting suspicious of the situation. Love your work, now I'm off to read more of your writing 😘

hi i know this is so late, but... better late than never? I had a LOT of fun with this one- thank you for requesting!

Camera Shy

WC: ~4.2k (exactly!)

You aren’t an idiot. You’d like to make that very, very clear. You have your degree to teach, you have one masters, and you’re in the process of getting another masters. After this degree, you plan to get your doctorate. You have a few years of teaching under your belt at one of the neighboring districts. So, no. You aren’t an idiot. You’re actually quite the opposite.

But put you in front of the camera, and all of the intelligence in that pretty little head of yours? It’s gone. You’re reduced to all of about half of a braincell. You blush profusely, you stumble over your words, you genuinely just feel so awkward.

At least when you know there’s a camera on you. As everyone has seen from the documentary, as long as they are capturing you from a distance and you don’t explicitly know they’re filming you, you’re good. They’ve actually (with your consent) placed a few cameras around your room that are hidden or disguised so they can get more of you just doing what you know how to do. You’re in the comfort of your own classroom with your kids, and no one else is there. They’ve even managed to snag a couple of clips of you talking to your coworkers when they pop their heads into your room, specifically Janine. She tends to come in quite a bit to chat with you when she has a chance.

What people don’t realize from viewing the documentary is that all of your talking heads are done after the ‘scenes’ are shot, and they just gather you all into the hall or a classroom and call you one at a time to do different talking heads about the different situations you teachers have gotten yourselves into this week.

So when you’re doing your interviews, people are watching you from behind the cameramen. That means all of your colleagues are watching you- specifically that redheaded second grade teacher that you are undeniably attracted to. Your eyes flit to her figure constantly during your interviews or during b-roll shoots where they’re just getting shots of you all talking in the lunch room or before a meeting that Ava had organized in the library or gymnasium.

And you’ve caught her watching you too- acting like a deer in the headlights when the lens is on you. She probably thinks you’re an absolute fool. A young teacher who is just trying to get her foot in the door before heading off to another, better district. The only person who really knows of your brains at this school is Ava because she hired you.

The camera crew has come to realize that you don’t handle yourself very well in front of the camera as well.

“Do you want to keep participating in our documentary?” Rich, the head cameraman, asks you one day.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I think it’s really important that people see how teaching can change lives, and that every teacher has a different approach to teaching.”

“Okay, we just want to make sure that you’re still willing to do this for us,” he tells you gently. “If you want out and would rather just be in the background shots, here’s your out.”

“Oh. I don’t mind… most of the people I mingle with here participate, so I guess it makes sense that I would too. Why?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this about yourself or not,” Rich chuckles. “But you’re terrible in front of the camera. You get all nervous and jittery whenever you know the guys are filming you.”

You turn red. “Yeah. I do. But I didn’t go into this profession to be on camera,” you joke. You can’t confess to him that the only reason you’re terrible in front of the camera is because Melissa is usually lingering around somewhere in sight, and you get distracted and flustered.

“But you know there are cameras in your room with the purpose of capturing you teaching your students or capturing the conversations you have with your coworkers,” Rich reminds you.

“Yeah, but I sometimes forget that they’re… if you guys want to come into my room and film, that’s fine with me,” you tell the head of the documentary. “I’ll be fine.”

And you are fine. Because when they’re filming in your room, Melissa Schemmenti isn’t around you.

But still, when you have to shoot B-roll or do your interviews, you are reduced to stuttering out phrases, half of them don’t even make sense. You’re as red as the second grade teacher’s hair, and you can’t help yourself.

After a bit of time, the shoots from within your classroom where they are panning back and forth and the crew is clearly in the room starts to air. And shockingly to your colleagues, you’re able to conduct lessons with the camera crew in your room.

You’re even able to have conversations in your classroom with your colleagues when Rich and his crew are in your classroom.

But still, during your talking heads and any B-roll with the entire staff present and watching, you are a flustered mess who can’t get a single sentence out without stumbling over your words.

After a bit, Rich comes back up to you.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“What can I do for you?”

“Care to do an interview?”

“About?”

“You,” he laughs. “In your room during your prep. We’ve been getting feedback from viewers that they feel they don’t really know much about you other than you get flustered in front of the camera during talking heads.”

“Oh,” you laugh. “Sure, I can do that.”

“My background?” you ask the cameraman that is sitting with you at your desk as you grade papers. “Sure. I grew up in the area, went to Temple, staying true to my Philly roots. Got my bachelors there, graduated top of my class. Headed to West Chester University to get my masters in reading, and I’m currently working on my masters for applied studies in teaching. After that, who knows. Maybe I’ll get a doctorate?”

The person behind the camera raises a brow.

“I know I can come off as a ditz and a bit air headed, but I do actually have the qualifications to be here,” you chuckle. “And I do love it here at Abbott. I think this place could be my home for quite some time.”

That bit airs about a week later, and the next day, your coworkers stare at you as you enter the faculty room the next morning to put your lunch away.

“Yeah?” you ask as you open the refrigerator door.

“When were you gonna tell us you were that smart?” Melissa asks you. “Smart women are hot.”

Immediately, upon hearing her deep morning voice directed at you, and her calling you hot for your brains (something rarely anyone said), you turn beet red.

“Uh,” you stutter out.

“Sweetheart,” Barbara cuts in. “Forgive us, but most of us thought you were about as ditzy as Janine.”

The woman in question whines a, “Hey!” out, but everybody else besides Gregory nods in agreement.

“It just-“ you glance over at the redhead who is staring at you. “I-it just never came up.”

It’s later that day that you have recess duty while the rest of the teachers are eating in the staff room together. Somehow, you become the topic of choice again.

“It’s just weird,” Jacob notes.

“Maybe she’s just getting more comfortable in front of the camera,” Gregory states. “I know most of us have had some adjustments to get more comfortable with the cameras and the cameramen.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Melissa sighs. “I dunno. It seems like it’s just during B-roll or interviews though now.”

“Well, we’re all there and watching when we have to do those things,” Janine notes. “But I don’t know why that would make her uncomfortable. She talks to most of us just fine individually.”

Melissa frowns. They all talk to you individually? She’s kept her distance for the most part, and any time that she talks to you, you’re reduced to fumbling for your words. Is it her?

The redheaded second grade teacher decides to toy with this thought for the next few days. She’ll make it known that she’s around for your interviews, she’ll make it very clear that she’s going to be somewhere else during your talking heads… and she’ll move around during the b-roll shoots, even if it means that she’s away from Barbara.

“Listen up, slackers,” Ava starts a meeting before the crew pulls you individually. “We’re doing our talking heads, and they’ve been a real drag lately. Liven them up!”

“We’re doing our best, Ava,” Janine jumps in.

“Talk about more! Create more of a storyline!”

Today’s talking head interviews just so happen to be about the scene from where they were interrogating you for having quite a few credentials.

“Y/N?” Janine smiles. “Oh yeah, she’s pretty smart- I just didn’t realize she was… that smart, and I went to Penn. We’re pretty much on the same level. She’s a little quieter than the rest of us, but she fits in well.”

“Oh, Ms. Y/N?” Barbara asks. “Sweet girl. Shy. But I didn’t have the slightest clue she was as bright as she is.”

“Me?” you raise a brow as Rich calls your name to take you to the hall. You nod, stand and head along with him. Melissa follows, making it very apparent that she’s watching you. You turn the brightest shade of red that you ever have.

“So, tell us what you thought about the staff asking you about your credentials,” Rich tells you. Your eyes flit to the redhead behind him, and her eyes narrow slightly as she folds her arms across her chest.

“I- uh, didn’t-“ you swallow harshly. “I didn’t think it was that big of- of a deal? I- I know how to- how to teach.”

“How did you feel about Barbara’s comment about you being ditzy?”

“I-it didn’t bother me,” you shrug. “I’m aware I-I can c-come off like that.”

It’s clear they aren’t going to get much more out of you, so he allows you to go, and you can feel your ears burning as you have to brush past Melissa to get back to the library.

“Schemmenti?” they call her name. “Since you’re here, you wanna?”

You thank God you don’t have to walk back with her. That would just be beyond awkward for you, and you’re not sure you would be able to conduct yourself properly.

Melissa leans up against the wall to do her talking head.

“So, tell us what you think of Y/N,” Rich prompts.

“What do I think of her? She’s cute, sweet when she actually talks- insanely shy. I think she’s a good teacher,” Melissa tells the crew. “I think she’s a bit of a ditz sometimes, but if her degrees say anything, she’s bright. I just don’t quite understand why she gets so flustered during B-roll or talking heads.”

“Interesting,” one of the other crew members hums. “Say more.”

“I mean, youse heard what we were talking about during lunch while she was doing recess duty,” the redhead shrugs. “She’s fine with the staff individually, she can handle you guys in her classroom now… but then whenever we’re all together, she sounds like a mor- please don’t air this. I don’ wanna hurt the kid’s feelings.”

“We won’t,” Rich assures Melissa. “It’s more just for our background knowledge so that maybe we can get some other footage.”

The next day’s talking heads are the same. The second grade teacher makes it very known that she will be watching your interview, and you can’t get anything out. Your eyes are wide, and you look like you just saw a ghost.

The camera crew sees the way that your eyes flit to Melissa, and one of them silently signals for a smaller camera to pan over to the woman watching you. She makes eye contact with one of them before raising an eyebrow. Interesting.

“Y/N?” Mr. Johnson is called for his talking head, but they take him to his mop closet. “Sweet, smart girl. Always tidies up her room before leaving… Oh, and something’s going on between her and Melissa.”

The man behind the camera gives him a curious look. “Can you tell us more about that? We won’t air it, but maybe it can lead us to something… new.”

” Can’t tell if she’s terrified of her, thinks she’s hot, or both,” Mr. Johnson laughs. “I seen the way Y/N’s eyes get all big whenever Melissa walks into a room. Ears turn red. It’s funny.”

With Mr. Johnson’s insights, the crew decides to play with this a little. They don’t know that Melissa is already suspicious of it as well.

They have Melissa pulled away when it’s your turn for your talking head of the day, and you’re able to make it through that interview with no problems.

They seat her next to you during one of the B-roll shoots, and you look absolutely terrified the entire time. Your cheeks are flushed, you nervous play with your necklace, and you fidget the entire time.

Then, they have her pulled from it under the guise of having to do another interview. You’re perfectly fine. You relax almost instantly. You stop fidgeting, and you’re able to listen to everything that Ava is going on about- as much as you wish you weren’t listening to some of it. That woman really is something else.

Melissa notices the way that you tense up when she’s around and seemingly relax when she isn’t. She can’t quite explain how it makes her feel. But soon, those episodes start to air as well. And there is a stark difference between the talking heads that you did in front of her and the ones you did without her presence.

After a few weeks of this game that the crew is playing, along with the game that Melissa is playing, it’s clear to the redhead what is happening. She’s the only one that you rarely interact with. She’s obviously the one who makes you nervous, and she needs to know why.

“Hey, hun,” Melissa comes in with one of the crew members who follows the second grade teacher rather regularly.

“H-hey,” you turn and close your laptop to turn your full attention to the redhead. Your ears turn beet red, as does your face and chest. “H-how can I help you, Miss Schemmenti?” You eye the camera warily.

“What’s goin’ on?” she asks you point blank. “Why’re you weird around me?”

“I’m- I’m not?” you raise a brow at her. “I just- I’m not great with the cameras.”

“That ain’t true, and you know it,” the redhead retorts. “You been so good in front of the camera lately. We’ve all seen it with the new episodes airing.”

You shrug. You really don’t know what you’re supposed to say.

“You don’ like me or somethin’?” she crosses her arms.

“No, M-Melissa,” you stutter out. “It isn’t like that at all.”

“Then what is it? Because you’re only weird when I’m around,” Melissa continues to dig her heels in.

Again, you shrug.

The redhead presses her lips together in a fine line before cocking her head slightly as she makes eye contact with the camera. Then, she turns on her heel and leaves. They follow her as she leaves before cutting back to you- jaw open and confused.

They pull both of you for interviews later that day, and you don’t even know what to say.

“I- I’m not weird around her,” you say. “I rarely talk to her unless she talks to me first, and even then, I don’t know what to say to her.”

“Is there a reason for that?” one of the interviewers asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “She’s part of the crew that I usually hang with, but she’s- you’ve met her. She’s got a tough exterior, and I’m a little intimidated by her- especially with how shy I already am.”

Her talking head isn’t much different. “I don’t know why she’s so weird around me. We don’t even talk that often.”

“Is there a reason for that?”

“She’s part of the crew, but I can be intimidating. I don’ wanna scare the poor thing… I actually do enjoy her presence,” the redhead says, and then her eyes unfocus, and it’s like she’s thinking of something else- you.

Later that day, they find the janitor that wanders the halls. His only comment on the situation is, “Interesting.”

The two of you dance around each other, the way that you have been. Until she starts to go out of her way to talk to you, because “Well, if we hang with the same crew, we might as well become friendly with each other.”

You still turn beet red any time she talks to you. She takes notice.

Finally, she corners you in your room during your prep one day right before school lets out for the year. She’s forgotten about the cameras that are still ‘hidden’ in your room due to the fact that they haven’t used those shots in months- you’ve gotten pretty good in front of the cameramen at this point.

“Oi, Y/N,” Melissa says as she knocks on your door gently and pulls the door so that it’s only open a crack. “We gotta talk.”

Your eyes widen, you bite your lip, and you turn beet red. “Y-yeah. What’s up?”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?” you worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Get all nervous around me,” she says. “I ain’t that scary, am I?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then why do you get all red whenever I’m around? Stumble over your words? I’ve noticed it for a while now, so I thought I would try to be nicer to you to show you I really ain’t all that scary, but nothin’s working.”

You scratch the back of your neck before running a hand through your hair nervously. You really don’t think you can tell her that the reason you always get so flustered around her is because you’ve always thought she was very pretty, and you’re actually falling for her now that you’ve actually gotten to know her a little better when she talks to you at lunch or during B-roll shoots.

“C’mon, hun,” she prompts you. “It’s just us. You can talk to me.”

You glance over at one of the cameras on your bookshelf before sighing. “I- I don’t really know how to say this.”

“You got it,” she encourages you.

With a deep breath, you quietly admit, “You intimidate me.”

“I gathered that much, Y/N,” the redhead rolls her eyes playfully as she unfolds her arms and sits on one of the desks near yours. “Why?”

“Be-because,” you blink a few times. “Because I think you’re really pretty.”

“Well,” she laughs. “That’s because I am.”

“And I- I’m attracted to you,” you whisper out.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” she jokes with you, but then she turns serious. “Wait, what?”

“I think- I think you’re really pretty, and you’re funny, and smart, and you’re really good with the kids, and I just think that you’re a really wonderful woman behind that tough leather jacket you like to wear. I just like you, but you scare me, and I’m scared that I like you because you aren’t like anyone else that I’ve ever fallen for before,” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your hands fly to your mouth in shock at yourself. You can’t believe you just admitted that. “Oh… Oh, God. Uh, just forget everything I just-”

You’re cut off by her lips being gently pressed to yours to shut you up. Your eyes widen for a few seconds before your brain starts back up and you kiss her back.

“You wanna know why I avoided you for so long?” she asks you once the two of you break apart for air. She’s looking at you with those glowing green eyes. You just barely nod. “When you walked in the front door on your first day, I couldn’t deny the way I felt about you. But I didn’t wanna scare you off- you’re already so timid. So I just let you be and admired from afar.”

“So… why did you start talking to me?” you ask nervously.

“Admittedly,” she chuckles softly as she tucks a hair of yours behind your ear. “The crew had something to do with that. They were constantly questioning me about you once you got more comfortable around the cameras… they realized you were only getting flustered if I was around, and I kind of noticed it too. So I took matters into my own hands,” she laughs. “I guess it paid off?”

“I’d say so,” you whisper. “Wow,” you sigh to yourself softly. “Is this… are you serious about kissing me just now?”

“I am,” she laughs as she leans in again and pecks your lips. “So… dinner at my house after we leave?”

“I think that’d be nice,” you sigh in content.

What the two of you don’t know is that Mr. Johnson just witnessed the whole thing, and before either of you could even begin to think anyone had heard anything, he’s running down the hall to tell the crew what he had just witnessed and that they have to pull the camera from your room to see it too.

—

You and Melissa, now an item but keeping it on the down low, spend most of the summer at the beach… you only find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her the more time you spend with her.

But as it always does, Summer goes by too quickly for either of your liking, and you find yourself back at Abbott. During the break, you kind of forgot that the cameras hidden in your room captured the sweet moment and beginning of the two of you. That is, until Rich pulls the two of you aside on your first day back. He takes the two of you into one of the meeting rooms to do a talking head- different from how they normally conduct these shoots.

“So…” he chuckles. “How was your break?” he asks the two of you during a joint-interview.

“Oh,” you turn red. “It was- it was fine.”

“Spent a lot of time at the beach,” Melissa shrugs, but she doesn’t look at you. You haven’t told the crew about your relationship.

“Uh, me too,” you say nervously, hoping it doesn’t give the two of you away.

“Did you two forget that your whole little love confession happened in front of cameras?” he asks you as he stops rolling and lowers his camera.

Your eyes widen, as do your girlfriend’s. The two of you exchange nervous looks.

“Well, we actually pulled the two of you aside to ask if it’s okay to air,” he tells the two of you. “We both know that you’re two of the more private people at Abbott, but we do think it would be great for ratings. Of course though, if you don’t want it-”

“Y-you can air it, if it’s okay with Melissa,” you say quietly. “I- I don’t mind.”

The redhead looks at you before taking your hand and squeezing it gently. “If Y/N is okay with it, I guess I am too… Can’t hide it forever, especially with loudmouth Janine around.”

—

When the first episode of the new season starts airing, the crew had decided use the first few minutes to do a recap of what had happened last school year, as well as a few things that people had missed. They show what had been aired last season, her confronting you the first time- when the cameramen were with her, where you hadn’t said anything. And then of course, it cuts to the shots from your classroom where the two of you had confessed your feelings for each other are there, and then it cuts to a talking head of Mr. Johnson.

“I knew it,” he chuckles from his mop closet. “I told y’all Y/N had the hots for Schemmenti. Hell yeah!”

The rest of the episode, both of your phones are blowing up from your coworkers in absolute disbelief. You laugh as you put both of your phones on ‘do not disturb’ before you’re curling further into Melissa’s side to watch the rest of the episode, a glass of wine in hand. Occasionally, you peck her cheek, or she dots your hairline with a gentle kiss when the show the two of you together. When the episode is over, you both retire up to her bedroom. She plugs in your phones before the two of you get ready for a good night’s sleep. Neither of you bother to respond to the plethora of texts you’ve both received. You’ll handle your ridiculous coworkers tomorrow.

#melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

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jeridandridge · 9 months ago

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Hey Jealously

Reader doesn’t like when the vending machine guy flirts with Melissa.

This is a quick drabble, trying to get my brain going again. Feel free to send requests!

“I’m just saying if they cast a man in that role the character wouldn’t have gotten so much hate.”

“It’s okay, dude.” You laugh patting Jacob’s shoulder, sitting with him and Janine so Mel and Barb can have their time during lunch.

The relationship with the devastatingly gorgeous redhead was still new, but you had the feeling others were catching on. Neither you or Melissa tried to hide anything, but you both toned down the PDA when at work because of the setting itself.

“What’s the kid whining about now?” Melissa asks shifting in her seat, glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Smiling at your girlfriend you open your mouth to explain, only to stop short when vending machine guy comes in.

“How are my favorite teachers doin?” He asks with a smile on his stupidly huge Neanderthal face. Okay, maybe that was harsh, but you didn’t like how he flirted with Melissa.

Last Thursday he brought her a whole case of her favorite iced tea. The week before that he tried talking her into going out with him which she politely declined, and now he looks at Melissa like an animal hunting its prey.

“Good now that we got Gushers back in the machine,” Leave it to Janine’s sunny disposition to ease the tension you’re feeling. You watch closely as Gary eyes your lady, and it makes you see red. You hadn’t felt the need to say anything to Melissa about the vending machine guy, she never flirted back but you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy you felt.

“Hey Philly 11, you put any thought into my offer?” He grins not having a clue as to what’s going on.

The look on your face must worry Janine and Jacob, because Jacob stands up and leaves the table going to the sink.

“Nah, Gary. I got other stuff going on.” A good response, you think. She’s still facing your table and hasn’t looked up from her phone.

“If you change your mind I-“

“She said she’s got other stuff going on.” You huff firmly.

Barb is the first to look at you, missing the smirk on her friends face. Gary nods cowering away with his cart, not to be seen again until next week.

Feeling your skin flush you duck your head meeting Melissa’s eyes. As the redhead stands up you sit back in your chair leaning into her when she wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind kissing your cheek. “Jealous there, hon?”

Janine is pouting at the two of you, looking back and forth between your table and Barb like a deer in the headlights.

Barb laughs shaking her head with a knowing smile looking at you. “Ava owes me a significant amount of money. Good job, sweetheart.”

#I don’t hate Gary honestly #he’s just an easy character to use for these plots lol #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #Melissa Schemmenti #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #wlw

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toriisasimp · 7 months ago

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Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #egon my beloved #fanfic #self ship #x reader

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branzinos · 9 months ago

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What’s your opinion on the new episodes?

rusty, but that was by their own admission in the entertainment round table. the pacing felt weird and charas felt oc because they were trying to set up a bunch of stuff at the expense of real character moments. Abbott has had a bit of a pacing problem since S2 - see how the legendary school stuff felt like it was leading to something big, and then was resolved in a single episode that wasn't even the finale - and already struggles with giving the full ensemble something to do - Barb and Jacob in particular felt really overlooked this ep - so I'm not sure why they needed to add THREE new recurrings unless its to fill out scenes that are Janine away from Abbott later in the season, because already two of those new charas feel superfluous. they were just standing there echoing lol. I also feel like they were so busy setting up bowling pins that there weren't a lot of jokes which also made it feel more sluggish than normal, but I'm hopeful that returning back to 22min will mean the next episodes are sharper. at the roundtable the cast unanimosuly said the library episode in the middle of the season was one their favourite to film so that bodes well.

the Ava side plot would have been fine as a one episode gag but in this two parter felt like a bit of a waste of time because it disappeared halfway through - though the dancing was funny. not sure how much I like the dismissal of her getting back into education though, it cheapens the growth the had in the previous season.

like everyone else I'm extremely relieved they broke up Melissa and Gary because they simply never set that up for us to have any positive connection with him, half the mentions of him off screen were about him being dismissive of Melissa, so I'm glad they let her set a boundary and keep it, it was a nice tie in to her relationship with Joe and gave her a bit more depth. like I don't care if they pair her up with someone, I'm not one of those people who is anti her dating a guy over a woman, but it at least needs to be someone in her own fucking league and that the story actually makes us hear about what a good partner they are (or a shit partner as long as the plot ESTABLISHES they are shit instead of trying to make us like someone who has given us no reason to). even if it's just off screen mentions like Gerald with Barbara - give us a reason to be invested in the relationship if you're gonna attempt an engagement scene, guys.

the way they're handling Janine and Gregory still seems right, it's season 3 of a planned 7 season show and it would be way too early to establish them as a steady couple, thematically that's the payoff near the end of the series like every other sitcom. it made sense that they're still approaching each other like nervous deer after the way Franklin Institute went, they're both still tender about it because it's still unresolved and they were both very vulnerable. they're still figuring things out and like Sheryl repeatedly says, they both need some therapy lol. they're very clearly endgame but it still needs more time and work for the payoff to feel earned and the show isn't at that point in the story yet.

anyway that new guy is Hans Frozen from Shein

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the-one-who-isnt-an-anon · 8 months ago

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i hope janine "i wish i had hetch's anons" deere gets a single glimpse into our conversations with hetch and i hope she sees this and this only:

zero context. i want her reaction.

#how to fail at ship jumping au

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wilgentak · 2 years ago

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you give me fever

this fic is my manifestation for the upcoming episode "sick day"! gregory better miss janine at school and act on with that feeling! it was originally only a sickfic, but i figured that janine's birthday is also soon since she's a sagittarius, soooo i combined the two.

fandom: abbott elementary (tv series) type: sickfic meets birthday fic with lots of fluff pairing: janine x gregory pov: janine’s word count: 4,556 on ao3 as well

summary: it’s janine’s birthday and... she’s at home with a cold.

you give me fever

Janine shivers under her ochre duvet cover, even though she’s put on clothes that should warm her up: her striped woollen socks and Christmas themed pyjamas. Sure, she loves Christmas and yes, she’s the person to secretly listen to Christmas songs during summer and okay, Christmas is right around the corner, but that’s not why she’s wearing them right now. They’re the warmest outfit she owns and bonus, they’re covered with deer whose noses are as red as hers right now. She could be wearing them because her heater is broken, but no. It’s Janine’s birthday and she’s got a cold.

Obviously, this was not how she planned this day to go. Her plans were to go to work and tonight, meet up with Erica. Yesterday, she daydreamed (during cooking, not a great time, she almost burnt herself) about walking through the doors of Abbott, stepping into to the staff room and seeing the incredible, thoughtful, creative surprise her (work) friends had orchestrated for her. Up next, her students, with their smiley little faces, would sing Happy Birthday to her. And after that, she would meet up with Erica and head into town for the most fun night ever. They would go to the street food festival downtown or a comedy show or a glow-in-the-dark mini golf course. Or all those places.

Alas. Even though Janine keeps her side of the street clean, apparently, today, karma and she don’t vibe like that. It’s fine. Technically, her birthday is a day like any other. She could celebrate her birthday next week. She could find out the surprise (which, at this point, only exists in her fantasy, its presence not yet confirmed) waiting for her at school later. She could be sung to by her talented students later. She could head into town and make a fool of herself together with Erica later.

That’s what she tells herself as she sneezes, stuffing a tissue to her nose. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

She spends her morning sleeping, tucked in bed with a hot water bottle at her feet. During her lunch break, Erica video calls, congratulating her and wishing her well in the same sentence. She asks a million times if Janine needs anything and how she’s feeling. Promising Janine they’ll head into town the moment she’s her old self again. Janine’s glad she welcomed Erica back into her life after Halloween. The call wears her out a bit, though. So, after they hang up, she tries to get cosy on the couch with a fleece blanket and watch some TV. The rest of the afternoon passes by with sniffing, sneezing, and shivering.

It's around five when she realises she’s doing worse than earlier this day. After sleeping all morning, she perked up a bit, but as the afternoon dragged on, she’s feeling more and more uneasy. She’s not hungry, but her breakfast early this morning feels far away. Her blanket is not keeping her as warm as she would like it to. She debates whether she should take some painkillers, but her thoughts are interrupted when she’s hears the doorbell buzzing.

She’s trying to remember if she expects a package to arrive. Unfortunately, but expectedly, her brain is not cooperating. So she bundles up her burnt orange blanket across her shoulders and shuffles to her intercom. Getting up was a bad idea, because now she feels light in her head. She brings the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” Her voice weak.

“Hi. Janine? We, at Abbott, made you something. Can I bring it up?”

She’s not sure she’s hearing correctly. Is Gregory standing in front of her apartment building? If she did hear his voice, she’s having a hard time processing what that means.

“Janine? You there?”

“Yes! I am. Sorry, zoned out a bit. I’ll buzz you through.”

She does, and hangs up the phone. Then she stands there as it dawns to her. Gregory is here. He’s never been here. She’s wearing Christmas pyjamas. There’s at least a hundred tissues spread on the floor. Her hair is a mess. And she feels dizzy.

On a better, brighter day, this would be her cue for quickly trying to clean her living room, scanning the room for dirty dishes, clearing out her side table. But right now, even standing is too much, so she leans against the wall next to her intercom, until Gregory rings her doorbell.

She opens the door.

He’s standing in the hallway in all his glory. Holding a big bag in his right hand.

The strength is leaving her legs, but she’s happy to see him. She smiles, feeling self-conscious. And you know, not well.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he smiles back.

“Come in.” She makes room for him and gestures at the coat rack next to the front door. “You can leave your coat and shoes here.”

“Thanks.” He puts down the bag and does so. “Is it okay I’m here?”

Janine nods. Then regrets it because her dizziness is now ringing in her ears. She’s sweating, but she’s cold. Gregory is looking at her, a frown forming between his brows. She’s not sure what kind of face she’s pulling, but she doesn’t want him to worry.

“Hey, are you alright?” He takes a step towards her.

“Yes, I’m fi–” she starts to say, but she cannot finish, because suddenly, her legs give out. And only distantly she feels the impact of the side of her body against his chest as his arms embrace her. The next moment she’s laying on the floor, still caught in her blanket. She looks up at Gregory, who’s on his knees, bent over her.

“Janine? How are you feeling?” His voice is soft. Not at all distressed, what she would be if someone next to her fainted. Her body is the heaviest it’s ever been.

“Tired.”

“You fainted.”

“I figured.”

Janine tries to sit up, leaning on her elbows.

“No rush, take it slow,” he urges.

She does. And slowly, she’s able to sit up, leaning back on her hands.

“I think I wanna rest for a bit.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Thank you. And sorry.”

“It’s totally fine.”

Bit by bit, she makes her way up to standing, with Gregory watching her every move. She shuffles to her bedroom. Takes some painkillers on the way. In the back of her head there’s a voice trying to point her attention to the fact that Gregory is in her apartment, that he can see her messed up bed, the stuffed animal (Kurt the koala) she’s had since she was a little girl. She cannot seem to care though, because she’s distracted by how good it feels to slip under her duvet.

“Before you fall asleep, what is your favourite type of soup?”

She meets his gaze; he’s standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Despite feeling the heaviness of sleep pulling her down, she can’t help but let out a little laugh. Is he for real?

“It’s spicy tomato soup. What are you planning to do with that info?”

He grins. “You’ll see.”

She doesn’t imagine the possible scenarios for long. Because after pulling Kurt close to her, she cannot seem to keep her eyes open and she drifts into sleep.

It’s dark out when Janine wakes. Seems like Gregory closed the door and her curtains too. Sleeping during the day is the strangest thing, but she’s not sweating anymore and the extreme coldness in her bones is gone, so she did the right thing. She’s glad her nap and the painkillers worked.

She hears water running and clanging of what sounds like dishes. Then, miraculously, her stuffed nose is able to identify the smell coming from under her bedroom door. Food.

Janine’s belly rumbles loudly.

For a moment, she braces herself to leave the warmth of her bed. Then she flips her duvet and reaches her feet to the ground. Once again, she grabs her loyal plaid, wrapping it around her body. She makes her way to the door but stops in front of the mirror on top of her dresser. Good to know her nose is still red as Melissa’s cape on Halloween this year. She pulls her hair into a half bun, noticing she’s feeling a bit embarrassed. She shouldn’t expect to look like her usual self when she’s down with a cold. But Gregory is on the other side of the door. And somehow that makes her want to make an effort to look presentable.

She opens her bedroom door and steps into the aromatic kitchen. Standing by the sink is Gregory, doing the dishes. He looks up, midway scrubbing, a trace of worry on his face.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Janine is stunned. She looks at the pan on the stove. The collection of clean dishes behind Gregory. The floor, which is empty of tissues, but now covered with balloons in all colours imaginable. She feels a wave of gratefulness wash over her.

“Gregory, oh my god, I can’t believe this. This is crazy. You didn’t have to do all this.”

His smiles at her. “I wanted to. And you’re not feeling well, so it’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you. Really.”

She drops the blanket on her couch and walks over to stand next to him. “I’m feeling a lot better, sleeping helped.”

“I’m glad. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, actually. What did you make?” She walks over to the stove and peers into the pan. Steamy, red soup that smells wonderful. “You… made my favourite soup. You’re gonna make me cry.”

Her overly, but truly genuinely, touched expression makes Gregory let out a laugh.

She points Gregory to the high shelf that has her bowls on it (glad to not use her improvised stool for once) and pours both bowls full. They sit at her round table.

The soup tastes incredible. And not only because she’s hungry. Gregory is a good cook. It doesn’t surprise her.

“This is delicious,” she tells him. He answers with a smile. The steam of the soup opens her nose. It’s a welcome sensation.

“I like your outfit.”

“Thanks, where’s yours?”

“I left my Christmas sweater at home. Hope you can forgive me.”

“Oh? I didn’t peg you as a person who owns Christmas themed clothes.”

“It was a gift. But it’s very soft. It’s a green turtleneck, with a huge deer face on the front.”

Janine grins, imagining Gregory with the jumper on. A proud, stoic Mr. Darcy. She wonders whether he knows his sweater is a reference to Bridget Jones’s Diary. And she wonders who gave him the gift. His mom? Or maybe an ex-lover?

“Did your family give that to you?”

Gregory snorts, spoon full of soup mid-air. Janine is surprised by his reaction.

“No, my dad hates Christmas,” Gregory answers, his voice almost devoid of any emotion. Almost, because Janine’s sure she catches some bitterness in there. She waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Silently, he continues to eat his soup. She follows his movements with her eyes.

“When I was sick as a kid, my mom didn’t really care for me. I learned to take care of myself.”

She didn’t realise that was on the tip of her tongue, but it’s out before she knows it. He meets her gaze. She breaks eye contact immediately. Her turn to stare at her bowl and lift a spoon to her mouth.

“That must’ve been tough.” The softest voice.

“It was.” Her throat feels tighter than usual. She forces out her next words. “It’s alright, though. It could’ve been worse. It meant I had more cooking and cleaning experience than the other kids in my class. Which paid off when I finally moved out.”

She laughs a little. It feels fake, she knows it. But she doesn’t want him to pity her. She’s glad he’s silent.

“My dad is all about tradition and sobriety. Whenever I got too excited as a kid, he would put me on time-out. Everything that came with Christmas, like the presents, decorations and Santa Claus, which made me ecstatic of course, was a reason for him to discipline me.”

She looks up at him. He gives her a small smile, almost apologetic.

“But the one thing I love most about kids is their carefree enthusiasm.”

Gregory shrugs. “Guess my dad didn’t think that way.”

She’s silent for a bit.

“That explains why you’re so composed,” she says, before quickly adding: “Which is not a bad thing by the way, I think it’s a great personality trait.”

His smile is back, a bit bigger this time. “You taking care of yourself as a kid explains your resilience.”

She answers his smile. It’s true. Her memories of growing up aren’t always great, but her childhood did bring her to where she is right now. And it resulted in the traits she’s most proud of: her spirit and optimism. It’s reassuring Gregory can see that.

She remembers the conversation they had on the day Tariq performed for F.A.D.E. at Abbott. They were standing in front of the school, sharing an umbrella he held up, in the rain. It confused her that his dad didn’t want him to be a teacher. She agreed with what Gregory said that day: it shouldn’t matter what his dad thinks, it should be about what makes him, Gregory, happy. It doesn’t surprise her that Gregory’s dad dislikes Christmas. Janine’s mom couldn’t be the mom she wanted and often needed. Maybe Gregory’s dad was the same.

Despite that, he turned into this person who decided to take a chance and continue teaching, because he thought it could make him happy. And even more, he showed up on her birthday, even though she has a cold, making her favourite soup, cleaning up her apartment, decorating it. Her heart inflates like one of the balloons covering the floor. She’s glad he’s here. It makes her see him in a new light.

They finish their bowls. Together they clean up the rest of the dishes. Janine is storing away cutlery when she sees Gregory rummaging the bag he brought.

“I have something for you,” he says. “We all pitched in on this, so Barbara, Melissa, Jacob and me. Originally it was just for your birthday, but now it has a get-well-soon part as well.”

He takes out a big, wrapped present out of the bag and places it on her white dining table. Janine is overjoyed. A birthday gift! And everyone pitched in! She can’t stop grinning.

“Oh my god! Thank you!”

Carefully, she opens the present, unfolding the paper until she can see what’s inside. It seems to be a basket filled with different things. There’s a box of ripe, shiny plums. A shawl in lovely pastel green and pink colours. A small ficus plant. And some tea. She picks everything up to inspect it with the widest grin imaginable.

“This is so great, thank you so much!” she beams up at Gregory. “I really have to get better soon so I can thank the rest.”

“Happy birthday, Janine.”

Janine can’t stop smiling at him. She looks into his eyes, and the feeling of wanting more washes in, even though he’s right there, giving her his fullest attention, smiling at her.

“You know,” she starts, feeling brave, “whenever I’m sick there’s a movie I watch… Want to stay and watch WALL-E with me?”

“Yeah,” Gregory replies, almost without missing a beat, nodding, “sounds good.”

“Okay, great!” Janine plucks the tea from her gift basket. “Do you also want a cup?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She makes tea for them both. A few minutes later, they’ve set up on her couch. Steaming cups in front of them on the side table. Movie paused right at the beginning on her TV. Janine’s more conscious than usual of his presence. Her couch is not that big. Three people on it would sit knee to knee. Earlier today she couldn’t get her body to warm up, but it now seems her skin is radiating heat and it’s not because she’s running a fever.

“You ready?” she asks.

“More than.”

Janine knows exactly why WALL-E is her comfort movie. It calms her down, watching a story of how meaningful connection is still possible long after the Earth is no longer inhabitable. A story of how robot WALL-E travels across the entire galaxy to follow this meaningful connection. It’s magical, touching and has so much heart. It makes her think about the consequences of her choices, but in the most soft and grateful way possible.

It’s exactly because it’s her comfort movie and Gregory sitting next to her makes her feel safe, that she starts feeling drowsy and drifts into sleep. She blames her after-dinner dip too. And her sleepless night. And her cold.

She dreams of them sitting on her couch. Or rather, she’s laying on her side, with her head in his lap, on one of her cushions, knees pulled up a bit. WALL-E is still chasing after EVE on the TV. Gregory runs his fingers through her curls. Each touch a lullaby. It soothes her.

“Don’t stop…” she mumbles.

Gregory hums gently in question.

“Your fingers in my hair… feels good…”

He continues. She nudges the side of her face into the cushion. She never wants this dream to end.

Inevitably, it does. She was only taking a small nap, apparently, because when she wakes the movie is still running. But something is not right. It’s not WALL-E’s adorkableness. It’s that she’s laying in Gregory’s lap, like in her dream, covered by her blanket. Immediately, her heart rate rises. Did she fall over while sleeping? Or did she decide to rest her head here while she was sleeping? Her cheeks glow from embarrassment. Did Gregory let her and cover her with the plaid?

Slowly, she turns her head for as much is possible with her laying on her side. Her eyes fall on Gregory’s sleeping face, resting his head on the backrest of her couch, slightly leaning to his right. His breathing is slow and steady. The skin on his face relaxed. It’s cute. Something flips in her stomach. It makes her skin burn even more.

Maybe she rested her head on his thighs while he was sleeping. There’s still a way to make sure he doesn’t know this ever happened.

With utmost care, as quietly and slowly as possible, she rises from her position. She holds her breath getting up, the only sound her heart beating and rustling of the blanket on top of her clothes. And, she notices the next moment, to her deepest regret, the rustling of his clothes too. He’s moving.

“Janine?” A croaky voice.

He’s awake.

She jerks herself up. The impact comes with a thud.

“Ow,” Gregory groans. “Shit.”

Oh god. She headbutted him. His chin, to be precise.

“Oh my god, Gregory, I’m so sorry,” Janine has never been this flustered. She sits up and shifts in her seat, so her body is facing him, sitting on her knees. “Are you alright?”

“I’m definitely awake now.” Gregory rubs his chin, folding one leg on the couch, the other one still over the edge. He’s laughing, to her relief. Which makes her laugh too. Laughing at the situation, her clumsiness.

“I come over to bring you a birthday and get-well gift, cook for you, and this is how you treat me,” he says, before pulling a serious face. “If you want me to leave, you can say so, Janine.”

She laughs some more. “Don’t leave. I still have to give you a black eye.” She holds up her fists to her cheeks, bouncing her arms, pretending to prepare herself for hitting him in the face.

As she does so, the blanket on top of her shoulders slips off. The next moment, Gregory reaches for it, his face close, stretching his arms on both her sides. In a swift motion, he pulls the blanket over her shoulders again, closing it in the middle, right before her chest, where she’s still holding up her hands, now in loosened fists. His hands brush over hers. His folded knee touches hers. He gently takes some of her hair to pull it out of her blanket cape, so it rests on top. The sound of the movie still running is miles away. She meets his gaze.

In that moment, she doubts her dream was a dream. It’s all there in the way he touched her hair just now and how he’s looking at her in this moment. And it’s locking her eyes with his that makes her realise this: she wants to kiss him.

He’s so close. His warm gaze not only soothing her but causing a tingling feeling across her forearms and the back of her neck. He’s everywhere around her, taking up all her senses.

His hands rests on his folded leg, his fingers touch her knee. Is he doing this on purpose? The sensation is enough to light her whole body on fire. She breaks eye contact, looking at the TV again.

“You know, it’s pretty fucked up we assume WALL-E is a boy. It’s a robot. You know? It makes no sense. It’s sexless.” She’s rambling, she knows it, but she cannot stop.

Gregory just hums, slowly nodding. She can feel his eyes on her face, but she’s looking everywhere but him. His finger traces a small circle on her knee. She feels the skin underneath burning up.

“And you know what! The movie’s message is really well handled. Under capitalism, the environment is doomed. We thrive when freed from the confines of oppression! After all these years, WALL-E is still relevant, maybe even more so today than when it got released.”

He hums again. It agitates her. How he’s simply sitting there, while she’s freaking out, trying to decide whether she should push her feelings away. Or give in to them. She clutches the fabric of her blanket in her hands, staring at her lap, at how his fingers trace the soft fabric of her deer-covered pyjama pants.

She can’t take it any longer; she’s almost bursting. So, she takes a shuddering breath. And looks up.

His face is there, filling up her whole vision. His fingers stop tracing her knee. He rang her doorbell, cooked for her, cleaned and decorated her apartment, wanted to watch her comfort movie with her, brushed his fingers on her knee. And now he’s here, on her sofa, sitting in front of her, close, so close. It’s only a split second, but meeting his gaze is all she needs.

She leans forward. And kisses him, quickly, before pulling back again.

Her heart is racing, unable to process what she did. She looks up to see his reaction, even though her nerves are killing her. She needs to know.

His surprise quickly makes way for a grin. Before Janine can feel even more nervous, he leans forward, cupping her face with his hand, the warmth of his touch and breath on her face, closing the distance between them.

It feels incredible.

It’s no use being careful when she already fainted in his arms and headbutted him in the face, when he’s seen Kurt the koala and her Christmas themed pyjamas, when she opened up about her mom, when she cuddled up in his lap. It’s no use being careful, so she leans into his hand, into his touch, taking in everything he’s giving her.

She’d expected kissing him would ease her longing to pull him close, but it only makes her want him more. It’s like something inside her set off. Or like she passed a stop without knowing. She doesn’t ever want to return, though.

She senses he wants to get closer too, but their legs are in the way. The heat rises to her head. At this point, she cannot say whether it’s her fever acting up or that she’s feeling hot. Hot for him.

Her hand is on his chest, gently pressing. He pulls back. The look in his eyes knocks the air right out of her and for a moment, she stops in her tracks. He’s completely open, meeting her gaze with all he has. She’s never seen him like this. Her heart swells. She can’t go back.

She clasps his shoulder for stability as she straddles him. His eyes never leave her face as she settles and cups his face in her hands. She leans forward, his hands travel up her thighs, resting on her hips. It feels amazing, her body pressed to his, kissing him, his warm hands pressing into her hips, her lower back.

It’s not until she’s out of breath because of her stuffed nose that they pull back. Which is sooner than she would’ve liked. Her whole body is tingling, her thighs still pressing into the sides of his body, his hands still roaming her back, waist and hips. Her blanket long gone, bundled up on the side of her couch.

He’s looking at her with so much fondness, a small smile lingering on his lips, she wants to kiss him all over again. She feels bare, naked, but it’s alright if he’s the one holding onto her.

“Do you think I passed on my cold to you?”

He chuckles softly. “Maybe. I’ll survive. It was a good trade.”

“Yeah,” Janine grins.

A moment of bliss passes. The next, she backs out of his lap and positions herself next to him again. She grabs one of the cups of tea they made. It’s cooled down entirely. Figures. She takes a sip anyway. Looks like WALL-E is almost over.

Gregory puts one of his arms on the backrest of the sofa, and she scooches closer to him, resting the back of her head in the crook of his armpit. And like that, they watch the remaining part of the movie.

It’s when Gregory’s putting on his coat to head home that she realises there’s no way she could’ve guessed how his day would go. Before going to bed yesterday, her plans were to go to Abbott and meet up with Erica afterwards. After waking up, she decided to stay in and recover from her cold, taking it easy even though it was her birthday. Not for a moment did she expect Gregory would show up at her door. That he would make her favourite soup. That he would kiss her. He has no idea how happy he makes her.

“Did you run your fingers through my hair while I was sleeping in your lap?” It’s not really a question.

Gregory meets her gaze, smiles softly, and nods.

“And then I told you to keep going.”

“Yeah, you did.” His smile deepens. “Want to do that again sometime soon?”

She beams up at him. “Yes. I would love that.”

He’s packed in to face the cold evening outside. She doesn’t want him to leave just yet. There’s a beat when they’re looking at each other. The next she takes a step forward. He folds his arms over her shoulders, her head, resting his chin on top of her hair. She places her hands on the broad of his back. Breathes in. And breathes out.

She could live here. In his arms.

#abbott elementary #janine x gregory #gregory x janine #janine teagues #gregory eddie #fanfiction #this is the longest fic i ever wrote i put lots of my fav trops in it hope you ENJOY

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totally-average-kid · 2 months ago

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there’s no place for you in the afterlife. So be it, there’s no help for it. Lets be drawn until we decay

devilish.

based off of Janine’s dream.

#totally average kid #my art #how to fail at ship jumping au #htfasj #htfasj au #J!Founder #J!Janine #J!Kate #Kate Lively #Janine Deere #Spotify #Generation loss au #Genloss au

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iantimony · 1 year ago

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gut shabbospost

in the posting mines

listening: officially in partizan proper! i'm almost done with episode 1, i'm still in the "who are these people i do not care yet" phase of starting a new fatt season but it'll sink in soon. i knew a little about twilight mirage going into it but i know literally nothing about partizan beyond the name clementine kesh and that janine played a big deer robot so it's very exciting to see where it goes! i also listened to more synthtober and downloaded a new podcast that i have not started yet called the 7 bells podcast and it's a readthrough of the old kingdom trilogy because mentally i am back in that cycle of Ough Abhorsen

reading: perchance to dream (jinkandtherebels): xiyao dream incense but used in non-horny ways! very innovative for dream incense considering canon imo. forever onward, scion (oldestenemy): wizard101 fic, found it linked on tumblr, standard darkfic fare of Man This Could Be Fucked Up Or What but i liked the way it was written

watching: i watched invasion of the body snatchers (1956) on monday! helped run a grad student halloween movie night for my department, turnout was good enough that we actually ran out of pizza which was awesome. i'd never seen it before somehow so it was fun, definitely goofy in the 1950s movie way (when he slapped the kid's ass on the way out of the office in the beginning.........), i'm not 100% sure why the ending was the way it was? like, i feel like it would have been more interesting to leave the viewer in suspense of "oh no, will he be believed eventually?? will the pod people take over entirely???" instead of wrapping it up in a neat little bow. also "operator, please wire me in to the fbi/the governor" made me laugh a lot. imagine doing that today. making: laptop case done!! and i need to try on my tank top to make sure the straps are long enough but that's almost done too. pottery from the week attached as a screenshot of a fb message because i don't want to upload all of them here and can't be assed to paste them all into one canvas haha

misc: just got out of my first grief therapy session and i feel like a wrung-out rag :D which i KNOW means that it's good for me or whatever but ough. oughhh. also something might be really broken with my research stuff. im running something now to see if it fixes it but i have the Fear at the moment. this weekend i am going to drive for an hour to a bigger city to buy glaze because i kinda hate the glaze that my teacher provides, sorry angela, and then that way i can glaze things at home in between classes :3 but i need to figure out something else to do while i'm there so i don't drive an hour each way just for One Thing. i can go to trader joes. i can try and hit some of the good thrift stores. that's probably enough stuff.

#tuesdayposting

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roguestorm · 29 days ago

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I have made a list of 50 Marvel characters with under 200 appearances.

Why did I do this? I was compelled by unknown forces.

Who is included on this list? Characters with fewer than 200 appearances (as indicated by the Marvel wiki) who have been written by more than one author. I had no systematized method in choosing characters, except that I think all of them seem pretty cool.

What can you do with this list? Well, you can marvel at the well-known characters who have under 200 appearances (such as Longshot or Riri Williams). OR you can ask a random number generator for a number 1-50 and commit to reading all of that character's appearances. OR you can scroll past it real fast. The choice is yours.

What disclaimers am I making? I am not vouching for or recommending all of the comics for all of the characters; I haven't read them all, for one thing, and of those I have read, I know some of them have racist and/or upsetting content. Use your best judgment.

Ripley Ryan (Star) (32)

Pei (34)

Faiza Hussain (Excalibur) (35)

Zoe Laveau (39)

Darla Deering (Miss Thing) (40)

Sam Chung (Blindspot) (41)

Sally Floyd (43)

Janine Godbe (Hallows' Eve) (49)

Joaquin Torres (Falcon) (56)

Mattie Franklin (Spider-Man/Spider-Woman) (57)

Nekra Sinclair (67)

Toni Ho (Iron Patriot) (69)

Ami Han (White Fox) (70)

Kara Killgrave (Purple Girl/Persuasion) (76)

Victor Alvarez (Power Man) (84)

Aldrif Odinsdottir (Angela) (90)

Satana Hellstrom (98)

Jennifer Takeda (Hazmat) (103)

Elsa Bloodstone (104)

Phyla-Vell (107)**

Elizabeth Twoyoungmen (Talisman) (109)

Cecilia Reyes (110)

Victor Mancha (110)

Karima Shapandar (Omega Sentinel) (117)**

David Haller (Legion) (119)

Kwannon (Psylocke) (119)

Wyatt Wingfoot (120)

Clarice Ferguson of Earth-295 (Blink) (123)

Adam Brashear (Blue Marvel) (124)

Jacqueline Falsworth (Spitfire) (125)

Peggy Carter (129) (Dryad)

Maya Lopez (Echo) (138)

Nadia van Dyne (Wasp) (139)

Jimmy Woo (142)

Robbie Reyes (Ghost Rider) (149)

Makkari (150)

Riri Williams (Ironheart) (157)

Cindy Moon (Silk) (160)

Agatha Harkness (161)

Parker Robbins (The Hood) (161)

Shanna O'Hara (Shanna the She-Devil) (169)

Abigail Brand (171)

David Alleyne (Prodigy) (173)

Silvija Sablinova (Silver Sable) (173)

Nico Minoru (174)

Aña Corazon (Araña) (177)

America Chavez (Miss America) (183)

Longshot (193)

Colleen Wing (196)

Gwen Stacy of Earth-616 (198)

*Although most appearance counts include only one version of the character, leaving out other universes/clones/duplicates, there are two exceptions to this rule: Phyla-Vell's count includes the number of appearances for both the version from Earth-616 and the version from Earth-18897, and Karima Shapandar's count includes both the count for the real Karima Shapandar and for Karima Shapandar (Moira 10 (A)).

I find people who want to read through every Marvel comic ever written very funny. Like. If you want to claim absolute knowledge over a subject, just pick a random character who has like 200 appearances and read all of them and then mention that character whenever anyone asks your favorite superhero. You'll look sooooo cool in a pretentiously nerdy way and you only have to read like 200 comics to gain complete mastery of the subject.

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iamalivenow · 5 years ago

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what PARTIZAN character are you most excited about because im excited about all of them and am ready to cry

#friends at the table #fatt #f@tt #PARTIZAN #but like... thisby #janine: lets make them skin deer #me: Okay #janine: and in going to play a robot modeled after skin deer #me: UH HUH

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scarletstatic · 3 years ago

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Teasel Mode for 15 Days of Fatt Day 10: Miracle!

I've been wanting to draw this moment since Janine described Teasel as her eyes getting too big and too intense like in a Ghibli movie in Road to PARTIZAN. I thought it'd be fun to try to mimic Ghibli style for it too! I'm not sure I quite got there but I did have a lot of fun with it either way. Also drawing space deer aliens will never not be a great time!

#teasel mode #partizan #road to partizan #friends at the table #friendsatthetable #15daysoffatt #hypha #ashen #armour astir #ssart #scarletstatic #fatt #10 april 2022

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fandomlovingfreak · 3 years ago

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Egon Spengler/F!Reader

The Sun The Moon and The Truth

Rating: E for everyone

Trigger Warning: unplanned pregnancy

Word Count: 1622

MasterList Link I AO3 Link I Wattpad Link

Summary: "Shit!" I slam the test on the sink, wanting to more or less chuck it across the room in anguish. Glancing down again, I'm hopeful that the tears have blurred my vision, and only one line has actually appeared. No such luck. The two lines glare at me, continuing to mock me.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters (sad, I know). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: The idea would NOT leave my head. I have no idea why all my Egon fics seem to revolve around unplanned pregnancy :’) I’ll try to write something more fluffy (this is SORT of fluffy ngl lol) for him and then post the damn chapter I promised weeks ago at this point UGH! Sorry I am how I am aha!

Enjoy

"Shit!" I slam the test on the sink, wanting to more or less chuck it across the room in anguish. Glancing down again, I'm hopeful that the tears have blurred my vision, and only one line has actually appeared. No such luck. The two lines glare at me, continuing to mock me.

Sinking to the floor, the test clenched in my fist, I let the tears fall.

This was not the plan. This was so far from the plan!

I hear Peter calling my name, knocking on the bathroom door.

"One second!" I yell back, standing up like a newborn baby deer, clumsily.

Silence permeates between the two sides of the door. "Are you— crying?"

The window, a sixty-foot drop to the ground, feels like an appealing escape over letting Peter Venkman see me crying in the bathroom with a pregnancy test in my hand.

"—no?"

"You're a terrible liar."

I'm fairly certain none of the men will look into the trash as I toss the test into the garbage. Janine and I took turns taking out the trash, so I had to be safe from any of them finding it.

"I'm not lying," I splash cold water from the faucet on my face.

Peter doesn't reply, and I assume he's walked away, disinterested in the conversation. When I open the door and find him leaning against the doorframe, I jump in surprise.

"Jesus! Why are you lurking outside of the bathroom?" I try to get around him.

"Why are you crying inside the bathroom?"

"I appreciate that you're concerned, but it's none of your business, Venkman."

He doesn't let me move around him, "No, no, no. Something is wrong."

I feel anger rise in my chest. Why does it matter to him? It's my business! I can cry in the bathroom if I want to, just like anyone else.

"C'mon then, tell Pete why you're upset." He tries to charm me into telling him the secret.

Fed up with how the cards are being dealt right now, I blurt it out, "I'm pregnant."

Shock overcomes his face instantly, eyes widening and jaw-dropping. "You're... Who—who's the dad?" His face is so white; I would think he thought he was the father even though we've never slept together.

Nervously, I look around, "I don't know if I should say—"

"Oh my god!" Peter's mouth opens playfully, "Do we have a little Ghostbuster on the way?"

The window is sounding pretty good right now. "Good god—"

"I wonder…" Peter dramatically thinks, "What name we'll have to get on one of those baby Ghostbuster onesies… Spengler, perhaps?"

This time my eyes widen, "how—"

Peter makes a pleased noise, looking like a smug asshole, "Winston owes me $20."

"You took a bet— never mind." That's not what is important at the moment, "I don't think I can tell him."

"What do you mean you can't tell him? He's oblivious at times but far from stupid."

"I could move back in with my parents or find a new job in a new city—"

"You're just going to run off on him? Don't you think Egon deserves to know he has a child in the world?"

Chewing on my lip, I nod, "I don't think he'd want it. It's not like we're exclusive or anything."

Peter rolls his eyes, "You're the only one brainiac is boning. Trust me."

Electing to ignore his comment, I continue my thought, "He isn't really the type to— settle down. And I don't want him to just because of this if that's not what he wants… I'm so angry that this happened…."

Peter looks at me, his face lacking any expression, "You're not alone, you know. It takes a village to raise a kid. Lucky you, you have a firehouse and five adults who catch ghosts for a living." Laughter escapes my throat at the absurd idea of raising a baby in this environment.

Peter wraps his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me in a half-hug, "We'll all be brainiac Jr.'s weird uncles and aunt, who all live together. They'll be sure to grow up super normal."

Despite this really not being the time to find humor in a situation, Peter's comments make me smile, "Well, hopefully, three weird uncles, an aunt, and a father. If he wants to be one, of course."

Peter squeezes my shoulder, slightly shaking my shoulder, "If he likes it or not, he is one."

Point made. But that doesn't mean he'll choose to stick around.

***

I avoid Egon for the rest of the day, trying hard to focus on anything besides the test sitting in the bathroom garbage. I can tell him some other day when I'm ready to! Why would I rush myself and make the situation more awkward than it already is?

Peter had wanted me to tell Egon right then when he got the information out of me, but situations like this needed planning. Or time to be less of a coward.

Spending time in the office with Janine is a great way to avoid Egon, as he rarely ventures around here. The con to this plan is that Peter keeps glancing at me from his desk as if he's wondering when I plan on telling his friend about the baby.

As I'm filing bills, I hear Egon's voice calling out my name. Peter's eyes meet mine before I look away, embarrassed.

Getting up slowly from the ground, I move towards the fireman pole. "Yes?"

His voice echoes down to the office once again, "Can you come up here for a moment?"

Heart beating hard against my chest, I walk towards the staircase and gradually make my way up to the living area of the firehouse. I tell myself I'm being irrational. He can't possibly know anything! He's probably wondering who ate the last of the Cheez-its or if we're planning on getting takeout tonight. There's no possible way he knows...

Egon looks paler than usual as he stands in the middle of the room. Spotting the white test in his hand, I freeze. Gawking, my eyes move from the test back up to his face.

I want to explain myself, but the words refuse to allow themselves from my foggy brain out of my tongue-tied mouth.

"Is this your pregnancy test?" His voice is alarmingly calm, his expression unreadable. Nerves seem to run up and down my body in angry waves, landing uncomfortably in my stomach. This is definitely not how I wanted to initiate this conversation.

Nodding, I stay still where I stand, too chicken to travel closer to him.

He says my name softly again, with no sign of anger on his face or in the tone of his voice. "You're pregnant."

"I found out today. I don't expect you to do anything--"

He holds his hand up to stop me before I explain myself into a blubbering mess, "I'm not upset with you."

Inhaling sharply, I don't know if I'm more relieved or shocked. "You're not?"

"Why did you think I would be upset with you?"

"Well, considering this is a big, unexpected surprise... Yes, I assumed you would be mad. Peter thought--"

"You told Venkman before you told me?" If I'm right, there's a hint of irritation in this question. As if he's more upset about Venkman learning before him instead of the baby's existence. My chest feels warm at this. Maybe he really would want the baby?

"To be fair, he found me crying in the bathroom and didn't leave me alone until I told him why."

In a manner very unlike Egon, he pulls me into his arms. A gasp leaves my body as my face is pressed against his chest. Our relationship had never fallen into normal romantic conventions but saying I didn't feel any sort of affection for this man would be dishonest.

It feels silly to think about romance now, but would it be so bad to think our relationship could move beyond purely sexual into something romantic?

"Would you allow me to be in the baby's life? That is if you're keeping it, of course." His voice is soft, barely-there as he whispers.

Pulling away, I blink up at him, "I want to. You can be as involved if you want to."

He looks like he's conflicted... or maybe he's just nervous? "Well then, would you allow me to take you to dinner? Formally, as a date."

My heart begins thrumming in my chest again, "You don't have to--"

He stops me, "I want to."

My eyes furrow into a frown, "You do?"

Egon sighs, "I've been thinking about it for a while now."

Wrapping my head around this new information is hard, so I stare back dumbfounded instead. I thought we were just fucking around. Not that I'm complaining that he's asked me out, but if I had known...

"How long are you talking about?"

His cheeks flush an adorable pink, "Since near the first time."

"Oh my god—" I laugh at the absurdity of it all. And here I thought I was the only one who felt anything emotional. Egon's eyes widen at my burst of laughter. "I'm not laughing at you! I'm just surprised, is all!"

"You're a beautiful woman. Sure I enjoy what we already do..."

Another giggle escapes my lips before I pull him in towards me by the lapel of his shirt, "You're certain? I really don't expect you to change your whole life if that's not what you want."

He strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers, "I'm certain I want our child and you."

Warmth bubbles up in my chest as he kisses me, and I know it's going to be okay.

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