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

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

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

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

Jo: [laughs] Hi!

Jaime: Hi guys!

Dana: Hi!

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

Dana: It’s so good, right?

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

Jo: Yeah... [laughs]

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

Jaime: Aww.

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

Jaime: Yeah.

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

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

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

Jaime: [laughs]

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

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

Jaime: [laughs] Well done!

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

Jaime: Yeah.

Dana: 2018.

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

Jaime: Ditto.

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

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: Where are you?

Jaime: Yeah, so.

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

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

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

Jo: Oh my god. [laughs]

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

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

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

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

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

Jo: Oh, on yours.

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

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

Jaime: [laughs] Yes.

Dana: Let’s do it!

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

Jaime: Yes!

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

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

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

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

Jaime: You what? Say that again?

Jo: Like actual relationships! [laughs]

Jaime: Yeah, yeah, yeah. [laughs]

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

Dana: Right, right.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah!

Dana: So at what point-

Jo: Very smart.

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

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

Jaime: One of our chats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jo: [laughs]

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

Dana: Oh, the grappler.

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

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

Jo: [doing grappler motion] [laughs]

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

Jo: Then it’s sunny! Then rain!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

Dana: Sure.

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

Jo: [laughs]

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

Jo: [laughs]

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

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

Dana: [laughs]

Jaime: What are these feelings I’m having?

Jo: I did not expect all these feelings.

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

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

Dana: Yep.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

Jo: Yeah.

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

Dana: Yeah.

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

Jo: [laughs]

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

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

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

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

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

Jo: But it was so long ago...

Jaime: -it was unusual-

Jo: For that.

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

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

Jo: Yeah, yeah.

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

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

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

Jaime: Yeah

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

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

Dana: [laughs]

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

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

Jaime: Yes.

Dana: That’s okay.

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

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

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

Dana: No?

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

Jo: Comic Con.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah, there were fans that told us.

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

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

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

Dana: Right, yes!

Jo: Yeah, yeah, there was Aaron.

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

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

Jaime: You’d know better, Jo.

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

Jaime: If we were writing it, maybe.

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

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

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

Dana: Yeah.

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

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

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

Dana: Oh, yeah, it’s so good.

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

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

Jaime: Ah! [laughs]

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

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

Dana: [laughs] I love that.

Jaime: Flawed and lovable, not but.

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

Jaime: Exactly.

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

Jaime: Yes.

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

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

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

Dana: Mhmm.

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

Jaime: Yes.

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

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

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

Jaime: -letting, letting it land.

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

Jo: In here. [points to head]

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

Jo: Dana, you’re funny! [laughs]

Dana: Thank you!

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

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

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

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

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

Jo: You were probably like driving a minivan.

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

Jaime: Cause wasn’t I [indecipherable]

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

Dana: You were like in Phoenix or something.

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

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

Jaime: Right.

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

Jaime: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dana: Yes. Yeah, um-

Jaime: Yeah.

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

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

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

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

Dana: Mhm.

Jaime: And, and didn’t you come to-

Jo: I don't remember.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaime: Yeah. [laughs]

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

Jaime: Oh, yeah, a bench.

Jo: Wasn’t that a bench?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaime: Aw.

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

Jo: That’s why we’re here.

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

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

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

Dana: Ohhhh.

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

Dana: Yes.

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

Jo: Is there? Is there an energy there?

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

Jo: Yeah, aw, I love that.

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

Jaime: Oh!

Dana: -but they wondered-

Jaime: I’ve seen a few HGs.

Dana: You’ve seen a few HGs.

Jaime: [laughs]

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

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

Dana: -you know, family journeys and such.

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

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

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

Jaime: [laughs]

Dana: Hashtag heaving bosoms scene.

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

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

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

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

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

Jaime: Oh yeah.

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

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

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

Jaime: Yeah.

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

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

Jo: Straight man.

Dana: The “oh Danny.”

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

Dana: Yeah, we noticed.

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

Jo: Yeah [laughs] yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

Dana: They fit perfectly in there.

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

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

Jaime: [laughs]

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

Jaime: Endless wonder.

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

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

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

Dana: Sure.

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

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

Jo: I’m so glad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dana: Yeah.

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

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

Dana: Ooh, Jaime Murray, there we go!

Jaime: If we both had to go back-

Dana: I love me some period.

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

Jo: [laughs]

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

Jo: I miss that hair flip!

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

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

Jaime: It was the beginning of ps-

Jo: Yeah.

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

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

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

Jaime: Oh!

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

Jaime: Well have you e- have you ever-

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

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

Dana: Oh, of course!

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

Dana: Oh, they’re so amazing.

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

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

Jaime: Oh, it’s amazing.

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

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

Jo: Opium?

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

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

Jaime: Thank you, Mark!

Jo: Thank you, Mark!

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

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

Dana: Yeah, great.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaime: Unbelievable, oh my god.

Jo: -like a novel.

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

Dana: There is some really incredible work out there.

Jaime: Well, do you want to-

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

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

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

Jo: Thank you.

Jaime: Bye, guys.

Dana: Do you smell apples?

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

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

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

Jo: Bye.

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aftercare.

always brings his lover some water & a small snack, & will carry them to the bath if needed. will check your body for any injuries, & will always apologize, even after you insist that it’s fine.

body part.

he loves your face so, so much. from the way that you look at him when he tells you he loves you, to that soft smile you give him when the two of you finish. it’s perfect in every way imaginable, & he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

cum.

his cum is a bit on the thicker side, with a normal clear-to-white color. it’s neither salty or sweet, however, sometimes it has an odd hint of metal.

dominant/submissive.

zhongli’s a softer dominant that has his rougher moments, however, he’ll be the submissive one on occasion. while he enjoys being in control, he enjoys blindly trusting his partner just as much.

experience.

although he’s met many people who have been sexually interested in him, he rarely had the same feelings for them. he’s had sex before, but it’s been a few years since his last encounter. it’s completely understandable for him to be nervous the first few times he has sex again.

favorite position.

any position where he can see your face. zhongli adores being able to see the pleasure he’s giving you, & he loves being able to simply lean in & kiss you at any given moment. he’s particularly fond of having one of your legs over his shoulder, though. & to be fair, it allows for deeper penetration, so it’s quite understandable as to why he enjoys it so much.

goofy.

he sees sex as a serious act, & doesn’t joke around much. during foreplay, there may be a joke here & there, but beyond that? absolutely not. if you were to joke around though, he wouldn’t mind too much.

hair.

trimmed short, & he tries his best to keep it in a neater shape than what it naturally is. his pubic hair does match the hair on the top of his head perfectly, though… so, it might glow, too.

intimacy.

frequent whispers of “i love you,” accompanied by many slow kisses, gentle touches, & words of praise… or making you beg like a common whore for him to fuck you, only to leave you on the edge over & over again. it depends on his mood, really.

jack off.

while he doesn’t masturbate often – he gets embarrassed simply thinking about it – he always does it to the thought of his lover. he’d be absolutely mortified if you were to catch him in the act, though. i don’t think he’d be able to look you in the eyes for a day or so.

kinks.

begging, breeding, creampies, edging, gentle/slow sex, light bondage, lingerie, overstimulation, praise, & “sir/master.” he’d be quite vanilla before exploring these things with his partner, though.

location.

as long as it’s in a private area, he doesn’t care too much about where you two have sex. on a desk or counter? alright, as long as you’re comfortable. on a couch? okay, but let him know if you’d like to go to the bed. in truth, the bed’s his favorite place. i mean, it’s always going to be comfortable, & it’s a relatively easy clean up compared to a desk… he has a record of shoving all the shit on the desk to the floor before fucking you on it, unfortunately.

motivation.

dirty talk, lingerie, & teasing touches are the main things that get him going. he fucking loves lingerie – simply telling him that you have some on under your clothes is enough to get him hot & bothered. the thought of you sitting on the bed in that, waiting for him to walk in, knowing he’ll pounce on you the moment he sees you… fuck, it’s so sexy to him. for dirty talk & teasing touches, however, you’ll have to know what you’re doing in order to get a rise out of him. lightly stroking his thigh, just a little too close to his dick, or gently touching his sides… whispering how bad you want – no, need – him, telling him that you don’t care what he does to you, you just need him to fuck you however he wants… &, to really seal the deal, throw a “sir” or two in there.

no.

he could never agree to hurting you. while spanking may be iffy, slapping & punching are a hard no. there’s also the whole “consensual non-consent” thing, & it’s really because he’s afraid of you forgetting the safeword – & he doesn’t understand the appeal of it. after all, your partner letting you know they really want to have sex is one of the hottest things they could do… in his opinion, at least.

oral.

he prefers receiving over giving, but it’s only out of fear that he’s not truly pleasing you when he preforms oral on you. he knows it’s a bit silly – after all, why would his lover fake it? wouldn’t they rather guide him to where their sweet spots are? still, he can’t help but feel a bit insecure. of course, that won’t stop him from fulfilling your wishes. zhongli just doesn’t know what it is about you that makes him love oral so much. perhaps its the way you look up at him through your eyelashes, with those beautiful, teary eyes of yours. maybe it’s the way you swallow his cum effortlessly… or, maybe it’s the way your throat tightens when you choke on his dick.

pace.

agonizingly slow for the first few moments, & then he slowly goes faster & faster. he always tries to stay in control of himself, though; you’re going to have to either catch him in a more dominant mood, or rile him up to the point where he doesn’t care about control anymore. pounding inside of you & gripping you so tightly his fingertips leave multicolored bruises – giving you no time to rest before the next thrust.

quickie.

while he doesn’t particularly like them, he may have one with you once in a blue moon. it really depends on how riled up you’ve got him, & if you’re the one who initiates the quickie. otherwise, he’d much rather wait until the two of you got home.

risk.

while he doesn’t like taking extreme risks, he’s up for a some smaller ones here & there. it usually takes a bit of persuasion on your end, though.

stamina.

surprisingly, he can go for hours on end – the only things that stop him are other responsibilities & his lover getting tired. if he has a rare free day on his calendar, though, he might dedicate most of that day to having sex with you. it depends on how riled up he’s gotten.

toys.

doesn’t own any. why would he use them anyway? half the fun is using them on someone else – or so he thinks, at least. if his partner wants toys, though, he’d consider purchasing one or two.

unfair.

he only teases if he’s provoked. once he starts, though, you’ll soon regret your actions. he won’t be bold enough to tease you under a table at the the third round knockout, for example, but he will be bold enough to utter absolutely filthy things into your ear that leave you a blushing, breathless mess… & this man has the nerve to say: “are you alright, love? you feel a bit warm.” with a worried look on his face, every single damn time.

volume.

when he’s dominant, you can expect deep, soft groans & almost inaudible whispers of praise. “you’re adorable when you say my name like that. keep saying it.” “you take my cock so well, huh? you’re doing so good, my love. you’re doing so good.”

when he’s submissive, though, you’ll receive moans & whimpers that seem to be a bit higher-pitched than normal. he’s perfectly content with biting a pillow & muffling his noises, but then you wouldn’t get to hear him begging. “ahh– please, i need you so bad, my love. please– fuck–!” “it feels so good, it’s– it’s too much–!”

wild card.

fantasizes about his partner degrading him, although, he’s not sure why. perhaps it’s the whole “disrespecting a god” thing.

xray.

considering that he’s taller than average & has a slimmer build, one would assume that he isn’t too toned underneath those clothes of his. however, you’ll be pleasantly surprised once you discover that his looks truly are deceiving. for his cock, though, he’s average length, & far above average in girth. it’s definitely going to hurt if you aren’t adequately prepared beforehand – even if you don’t, though, the pain will fade into pleasure within a few moments.

yearning.

over the years, he’s become amazing at suppressing his desires. on some days, though, his drive seems to skyrocket – he doesn’t understand why, either. those are the days when, as soon as he’s done with his shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor, he heads straight home & either masturbates or has sex with his lover. usually, though, he’s up for it whenever his partner is – that is, unless they’re trying to have sex when he’s doing something important, of course.

zzz.

this man never seems to truly get tired – in fact, he’ll almost always be the first one to get up & start cleaning up any messes the two of you made. he’ll always lay back down & make himself take a quick nap with you after he’s done cleaning, though.

❥ stole this idea & (most of the) alphabet from @rosens-new-dawn. 💞

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #seth.req #smut

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girlgrouptrash101 · 4 years ago

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MinYul (IZ*ONE) - He’ll Never Be You

Request: naur i just got some minyul feeels and had to get this out of my system yike

Word Count: 4,058

Warnings: there is none all is safe my friends

A/N: anything randomly in bold is their thoughts cuz,, idk minyul be having inner monologue moments ig

“It was so romantic, Yul! He held my hand and gave me his jacket! I swear I think I might be in love with him!” Minju squealed, kicking her legs up from where she lay on Yuri’s bed. The younger girl sat beside her, deep in thought. What was the difference between her and Hwang Hyunjin? She always held Minju’s hand and gave Minju her jacket when she was cold. Why was it such a special thing when he did it? Yuri huffed.

“Yuri, you good?” Minju asked, turning her head to look at her best friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine dumbo. Just sick of hearing you sound like a lovesick puppy, that’s all.” Yuri joked, resorting to teasing in order to mask the pain in her chest; jealousy and sadness mixing together to leave harsh thoughts in the younger girl’s mind.

“Don’t worry Yul, no need to be jealous. I’m sure someone will ask you out soon.”

Yuri sighed. She sure was jealous, but it certainly wasn’t because she didn’t have anyone like Minju did. It was because Minju had someone that wasn’t her.

“Cheer up buttercup. Wanna watch a movie?” Minju asked cheerily, unable to detect any of the inner turmoil currently spiralling in Yuri’s mind. The older didn’t even wait for Yuri to reply, grabbing the younger girl’s laptop and opening netflix. Yuri could only sit and watch as Minju picked a cheesy rom-com before snuggling into Yuri’s side. An action that had happened thousands of times before was now making Yuri stiffen like a statue, afraid Minju would hear the thumping of her heart as she nestled into her neck.

‘Friendship gets a lot harder when feelings are involved’, Yuri thinks to herself.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Yuri’s eyes flitted over to the kitchen sink, taking a breath as the splashes of water could be heard falling from the spout, the only other noise in the room apart from the steady breathing and occasional page turn from the girl in front of her. She tried her best to let the water distract her, tried to get her mind to focus on anything other than her best friend in front of her.

But they just wouldn’t.

They just couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Yuri, some part of her just couldn’t bear to keep her eyes off Minju for more than a minute. Maybe it was the way her dark locks framed her face as she focused on her homework; maybe it was the way she chewed her lip in concentration; or maybe it was just everything about her that drove Yuri crazy. The younger girl sighed softly as her eyes raked over her friend once more, her unfinished homework a mere memory of the past as her mind became overwhelmed with the same thing it a;ways did these days - Kim Minju.

“You’re going to burn a hole through me soon if you don’t stop staring, Yul.”

Yuri jumped as her best friend finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of them. She cleared her throat abruptly, muttering out a small apology before looking back down at her half-written essay in an attempt to hide her now flushed cheeks behind her hair.

“I’m kidding, you dummy. What’s up? Are you stuck on your work or something?” Minju asked, leaning over the table to poke her friend on top of her head.

“U- Um no, I’m okay Min, don’t worry-”

“Yul it’s okay! Let me help.” The older girl said, moving around the kitchen table to sit right next to Yuri. The younger girl’s breath hitched at Minju’s closeness, doing her best to keep composed as Minju read over her page, leaning into her side to get a better look.

“Yuri, this is really good! I don’t understand what’s wrong.” Minju said, turning to look at her friend who was looking everywhere but back at her. Minju sighed before leaning onto the table, propping her head up on her hand as she tried to catch Yuri’s eye.

“Jo Yuri.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“What’s up with you lately? You’re not acting like the Yul I know, and it’s weirding me out. Is there anything you wanna talk about?” She said, her voice a bit softer now as she brushed a strand of hair behind Yuri’s ear. The smaller girl finally looked up at her, a sad look in her eye as she tried to speak to Minju, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Minju was right, and Yuri couldn’t deny it. She had stopped teasing the girl, stopped the skinship, just stopped being cuddly old Yuri around Minju. Yuri could tell that the older girl hated these changes and knew something was up, but she just couldn’t tell her. She would never be able to tell her that lately, her every thought, her every worry, her every concern.. It was all about Minju. While she had always loved Minju since they’d become best friends in primary school, it was a different kind of love these days.

Those brown eyes she used to look in were now galaxies that pulled Yuri in and the younger girl never wanted to look away.

Her vanilla scent that had always seemed just too sweet to Yuri was now a flavour she wanted to drown herself in.

The lips she used to smear ice cream on playfully to annoy the younger girl were now ones she wanted to kiss, over and over, and over again.

But, the fear.

The fear of losing years of friendship, memories, laughter, love… Yuri was way too afraid to say anything for fear she’d lose everything. Though it was hard being around the girl you love every day without being able to have her the way she really wanted, Yuri still kept quiet. She kept quiet around the only girl she was truly ever able to be her loud, bashful self around, and it was so obvious to the both of them that the balance in their friendship was majorly askew.

'Fear is truly a powerful thing when it wants to be', Yuri thinks to herself as she repeats the same excuse she’s given to Minju for the last few weeks.

“I can’t talk to you about this one, Min. But I’m alright, I promise.”

Minju nodded softly, a disheartened look on her face. Yuri's heart clenched in pain to see those eyes tinged with sadness, especially knowing it was because of her, but she just couldn't tell her. Not now, not when there was so much at stake.

The older girl sighed out once again, feeling dejected as she moved back to her own seat. Her mind was racing at a mile a minute, wondering what could be bothering Yuri so bad that she couldn't even tell Minju anything about it. The two had never kept secrets from one another before, so it truly hurt Minju to be iced out this way.

The girls worked in a now deeply uncomfortable silence, both of them stuck between an atmosphere of wanting to talk but also wanting to run away from the issue completely. It was clear to anyone that Yuri was the one who wanted to do most of the running.

Once the sun began to set, Yuri used an excuse of her mom calling her home, quickly packing her bag and darting out of the older girl's kitchen. This left Minju alone with her thoughts, which quickly began to spiral.

‘This isn't my Yul, something is seriously wrong here.

She's been iffy for a while now, but today was something more.

There had never been a second of awkwardness between us before, ever, but today...

It was almost hard to breathe, sitting in that horrible silence.

She can't tell me, but why?

The only reason Yuri would keep something from me is if it was about me...?

Is it about me?

Did I hurt Yul?

God. What did I do to make her so uneasy around me...?’

Minju shut her eyes tight in an attempt to block out her inner monologue, her head falling into her palms as she sat at the kitchen table. Yuri was her rock, her partner in crime, her... whatever! Yuri was someone she couldn't live without. The girl she relied so heavily upon was building a wall between them, one she had to break down before the last brick could be placed.

Minju could never last a day without Yuri, her Yul, by her side.

While Minju wallowed in her sorrows at home, Yuri fared no better. She said a quick hello to her parents, blurting out some excuse as to why she was skipping dinner and making a beeline for her room.

The young girl threw herself into her bed, letting her covers swallow her up, just as her emotions had been doing to her lately. She closed her eyes and desperately searched for sleep, but it never came.

Just as it had been for every night for the last few months, the same thing ran through her mind.

‘Minju,

Minju,

Minju.’

While she thought keeping her feelings to herself would keep their friendship afloat, it seemed that things were going downhill whether she spoke to Minju about it or not. Just why did these things have to be so complicated?

'Stupid Minju for being so stupidly irressistible', she thought.

Yuri huffed. Just why did Kim Minju think she could have so much power over her thoughts and emotions anyway? Stupid frog. Stupid Minju and her stupid charming smile, her stupid kissable lips, the stupid way she held Yuri's hand as they walked, the stupid way she cuddled closer to Yuri during sleepovers because she wasn't fond of the dark.

‘Stupid. It's all stupid’, Yuri thinks.

After going through a few more mental battles of anger and sadness, she finally found the sleep she had been chasing. So with one loud yawn and a flutter of her eyes closed, Yuri fell into dream land with only one thought remaining in her mind.

‘God, I'm so fucking in love.’

The next day went by, and both girls were left in radio silence. Minju felt the younger needed space, and Yuri didn't know what she was doing at all.

She spent her time mindlessly scrolling through Instagram on her bed, trying to keep her thoughts away from Minju. However, it truly was just her luck when the girl in question popped up on her feed. It was a picture posted by Hwang Hyunjin, and it was a selfie with Minju. She was pressed into his side, a wide smile on her face as he held her close to him. Yuri let her eyes drift down to the caption, her breath hitching as she saw the simple heart emoji on her screen. Her heart dwindled even further when she saw Minju's response; a matching heart emoji.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the two, no sudden confession of love, but to Yuri, it just shattered her already torn heart once again.

A tear rolled down Yuri's cheek.

A bitter laugh fell from her lips as she pictured herself. 'Jo Yuri, crying over a fucking emoji?' What had become of her?.

She told herself that over and over again, but she knew it was more. It wasn't just an emoji, it was the fact that Hyunjin had a chance with Minju that Yuri could never even dream of having.

Hyunjin was just Minju's type. Tall, athletic, handsome - everything Yuri just about wasn't. She scoffed, cursing the boy in her head, wishing she hadn't seen it. Wishing these overbearing feelings would go away. Wishing Minju was by her side, holding her close and keeping her safe.

But wishing does nothing but remind people of what they don't have.

The weekend dragged by for both girls.

Minju spent most of it with Hyunjin, cuddling up and watching movies for hours on end. However, as happy as she thought she should be, it just didn’t feel that way for her. Hyunjin was lovely, he truly was, and he cared for her, he really did. But for Minju, it just didn’t feel right.

He just wasn’t Yuri.

He didn’t make her feel warm inside like Yuri did. He didn’t make her laugh by making fun of all the characters in the movies they watched like Yuri did. But Minju said nothing. Falling for anyone is scary, but falling deep for your best friend is even scarier. She never felt like Yuri would ever love her back so she did her best to move on and find comfort in others.

Hyunjin wasn’t Yuri. But if she couldn’t be with Yuri, then he was enough.

Just as it had for Minju, time also ticked despairingly slowly for Yuri who had spent the weekend without Minju for the first time in years.

By the time Monday rolled around, Yuri could barely drag herself out of bed for school. She haphazardly threw on her uniform while mentally preparing a plan for the day that would allow her to avoid Minju. She decided that if she can't be with her, she would have to distance herself. The pain of loving someone so close to you was more suffocating than anything Yuri had ever experienced before, she just couldn't take it.

However, Yuri's plan immediately went awry when she opened her front door and saw her best friend there waiting for her. Minju gave her a small smile, the gesture fading as Yuri didn't reciprocate it.

"Yul-"

"Come on, Min, we'll be late." Yuri said abruptly, speeding last the older girl. Yuri didn't want her to speak, hearing the soft tone in her voice only made her heart clench more for the brunette.

It took only a minute for Minju to catch up, the older girl stopping Yuri by grabbing her by the wrist.

"Yuri, we won't be late. Now will you cut the bullshit and just talk to me?" Minju said, her brows furrowing. Yuri looked away again, trying to find an escape from the situation. Minju grabbed the younger's cheeks, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

For a moment, Yuri's world stops. She almost forgets her predicament when Minju looks at her, her eyes holding a mixture of worry and sadness as she looks down at the younger of the two. In an ideal world, Yuri would have already kissed the pout off her face, pulling her back inside her home to skip school and spend the day wrapped in one another's arms.

But this isn't an ideal world.

"Yul, whatever's going on with you, we need to talk it out. You're my best friend! Who's gonna be there with me every step of the way if it isn't you?" She asked earnestly.

For some reason, the sadness in the pit of Yuri's stomach began to turn to anger at Minju’s words. She just couldn’t help it.

"I don't know. Hyunjin, maybe?" She asked, a coldness to her voice. Minju's hands dropped back down to her sides. Yuri already missed her warmth.

"What does Hyunjin have to do with anything Yuri? Why are you always like this when it comes to him..." Minju muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"He has everything to do with this Minju. I'm like this because... because I don't like him. One fucking bit." Yuri continued, the anger bubbling up now. She knew she had no reason to get so pissed at Minju, or even Hyunjin, but sometimes, with love comes jealousy. Once that green monster rises up within her, Yuri finds it almost impossible to suppress it.

"Yul, he's really nice! He brought me on a lovely date this weekend, I'm sure you'd get along with him just fine! He-"

"Minju, don't you get it? Don't you get it at all?" Yuri's fists clenched with how hard she was trying to keep her tears in right now. Minju shook her head, fear gracing her features as she watched her best friend, the small girl now overcome with anger.

"I- I won't like your stupid boyfriend and I won't ever like him because-"

A hiccuped breath interrupted Yuri's words as a cause of the hot tears that were now streaming down her face, her balled fists not bothering to wipe them away.

"Because?" Minju pressed, needing answers.

But Yuri stayed silent.

"Yuri, jesus fucking christ will you just talk? Whatever you have to say can't be that bad-"

"Because I'm in love with you."

Minju froze.

‘She was what?’

"I'm in love with you Minju. I know you don't feel the same but I have to tell you because this weight, the fucking weight of being around you, being scared to touch you for fear I might fall even further, being scared to say too much in case I scare you away... it's too much for me Minju."

Yuri inhaled. She said it.

Minju was silent.

Yuri took it as a sign.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this come between us. I hope he treats you right." Yuri said finally, her tears falling even harder than before. She took one last look up at her best friend's face and wished desperately that she hadn't, because the look of shock there seemed to tell her everything she needed to know.

So she turned back to her house, trudging slowly as the consequences of her actions began to dawn on her.

With every step, she hoped, prayed, wished, for Minju to call her back, to hold her tight, to tell her everything would be okay. But she didn't.

So Yuri continued walking away.

Alone.

Two weeks had passed.

Yuri was lucky, with midterm rolling around she didn't have to make excuses to stay away from Minju or from school, locking herself up inside her bedroom for the two weeks.

As the days ticked by, Yuri tried to convince herself that this was right, and this was how life was going to be now. She didn't need Minju, she didn't need the pain or the heartbreak in her life.

‘But lying to yourself doesn't always work does it?’

It doesn't, Yuri thinks, as she spends another night staring at her phone. She waits and waits, willing for it to ring. She wants to hear her voice and her laugh, and talk to her about her worries. Minju had always been her safe place to go after something had gone wrong in life.

Where does Yuri go when Minju is the problem that went wrong?

(The phone never rings. Yuri doesn't get to hear her voice.)

There were two days of midterm left, and Yuri was dreading going back to school. She'd be obviously alone there, with no comfort of being able to pretend life doesn't exist inside the safe confines of her bedroom walls.

Yuri felt herself about to drift off into another countless nap, until her serenity was broken by a knock at her door. Her mom was there, a look of pity on her features.

"There's someone here for you."

Yuri nodded, heading down to the door. She stepped outside, looking down at her feet until she heard the sound of the other person clearing her throat.

"Yul,"

Followed by a sigh.

"Can you look at me, please?"

Yuri looked up, meeting eyes with the one girl she wanted to run a mile away from right now. Yuri couldn’t help but notice that she looked tired, and more worn out than she'd ever seen her before.

"We need to talk, huh?"

Yuri nodded, following Minju as she moved to sit on the steps of Yuri's porch. They sat in silence for a little while, until finally, Yuri spoke.

"Hi."

It was quiet, said in a voice small enough that would've been missed if Minju wasn't listening to the younger so intently.

"Hi, Yuri." She said with a soft chuckle, taking in the appearance of the younger girl. She had her hair in a messy bun, dressed in sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. Yuri looked straight ahead, feeling nervous as Minju surveyed her.

"You never let me speak, you know." Minju started, puzzling the younger girl.

"Huh?" She asked, turning to meet Minju who had a small smile on her features.

"Well, I know my Yul is dramatic but I didn't think it was this bad." She continued, chucking a small bit. Yuri wasn't impressed.

"Minju, if you've come here just to make fun of me, then you can go right back home." She said sternly, her brows only knitting further as Minju's chuckle turned into a laugh.

"Seriously, Yuri. You might be the stupidest person I've ever met. What kind of person confesses their love to someone then runs away from them before they can even reply?" She says, letting out a disbelieving laugh before scooting closer to Yuri.

"I... I don't know. You just looked shocked and I didn't want to be rejected by you so I just.. left."

"Yuri, what did I tell you about assuming things before they happen?" Minju said, her voice still teasing.

"What do you mean?" Yuri questioned, her eyes locking with Minju’s. She searched the other girl’s dark orbs for answers, but they revealed nothing, her features untelling of what the older girl was about to say next.

"I love you too, Yuri. You fucking idiot." Minju confessed, the end of her sentence turning to a whisper as she got lost in Yuri’s eyes. Just as the younger girl was about to speak up, Minju silenced her.

Closing the small gap between her face and Yuri’s, Minju couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as she heard her friend’s gasp of surprise before she began to kiss her back.

Minju’s stomach filled with butterflies. This was it, the feeling she was looking for. She never felt like this when she kissed Hyunjin, or anyone else. It was always Yuri.

It’ll always be Yuri, she thinks as she pulls away, admiring her best friend’s blushing features. They both stared at one another, neither wanting to be the one to break the serene silence that had enveloped them. It was Yuri who eventually spoke up, her eyes turning to crescents that made Minju’s heart race as she smiled.

"If being called a fucking idiot means I get to kiss you like that again, then don't ever call me anything else." Yuri said, half joking, half deadly serious. Minju couldn't help but start laughing at Yuri's dorkiness, the younger soon joining her. While they had spent so much time together over the years, not a single moment had ever made them feel as complete as they did now.

The two sat on Yuri’s front porch for the next few hours, watching the sunset as their hands were intertwined, Yuri's head resting softly on Minju's shoulder.

"I can't believe you were going to date Hwang Hyunjin instead of me." Yuri said, poking fun at Minju.

"Hey! How the hell was I ever supposed to know you liked me back? You have the emotional capacity of a pebble, there's no way I could've guessed!" Minju said, making the two of them break down into laughter.

"A pebble? That's so rude!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sure pebbles express their emotions much better than you do." Minju replied, a teasing lilt to her voice.

You're so annoying. You frog." Yuri said, her actions betraying her words as she nestled closer into Minju's side.

"A frog, maybe. But your frog at least." The older girl replied, pressing a small kiss to the crown of her head, smiling.

"Mm. My frog. My stupid, annoying, beautiful, frog." Yuri said finally, pressing a soft kiss to Minju's neck before closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep against Minju, the fading sun still keeping her warm as the evening passed by.

Minju took a deep breath as she appreciated her surroundings. She had the girl of her dreams cuddled into her, a beautiful sunset in front of her, and a powerful feeling of warmth and love in her chest that she had never felt before. Her thoughts returned to the girl tucked into her side as she too began to close her eyes, letting her mind wander as she allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

‘Jo Yuri.

Stupid Jo Yuri.

My Jo Yuri.’

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Encore - Harry Hook x reader - part 20 - developments

Huh….well that’s….interesting?

“Dove and Thomas broke up huh?” you muttered to yourself, scrolling through your Tumblr as most of the Descendants fandom blew up about the two actors' separation. The two had split up two months ago and had been keeping it secret for their privacy, you snorted, remembering when the rumors of Thomas cheating on Dove with you when you and Harry were spotted walking around (where u live) which had surged up again in a different way when the fans (wrongly) accused Thomas with cheating on Dove with his costar, who was forced to reveal her own relationship to get Dove fans off her back.

You had met dove before, and she was….nice enough, but her “fans” were really something else, a lot of them couldn’t get it through their heads that people were allowed to not like Dove and her characters. You had seen them message death threats to some of your mutuals just because they said “oh I don’t like Dove”

There were definitely some that were more mature and left others alone but more often than not they were fucking insane. So, you did your best to stay out of that crowd.

You heard the usual sound of Harry's heavy steps behind you and held up your phone for him to see. He made a sound of confusion and gently pried the device from your grip and scrolled through the article.

A few moments of silence later loud boisterous laughter rang through your apartment. You turned, giggling as Harry hopped around the apartment in a way you haven't seen since the after-party for Mals Engagement Party.

“celebrate good times come on~” Harry sung to himself, spinning around midair and grinning at you. You just laughed and shook your head.

“what are you so excited for?” you asked, pressing your lips together to prevent any more bursts of laughter to escape your mouth.

“now those shipped me and the purple imp together got no ground ta stand on~” Harry cackled. You couldn’t hold it anymore, loud peals of laughter escaping you as Harry continued to dance around your living room.

“oh, my gooood!” you giggling, falling to your side and holding onto your stomach. Harry side hopped over the couch and landed in front of you, setting your phone down on the coffee table behind him and grabbing your face. You squeaked and giggled as he pressed multiple little pecks to your face and lips “you-“ you tried to get a breath, once again deterred by your laughter “why-don’t you even feel a bit bad for them?”

Harry pulled back, looking off to the side and pursing his lips “I guess” he shrugged, turning back to you “I mean, they did end an….how long were they together?”

“About four years” you hummed, reaching under his arm and grabbing your phone.

“okay yeah, they did end an almost four-year relationship, I would guess they would both feel iffy about tha’ so tha’s all I feel bad abou’ I guess? I never saw wha’ they were like together so I have no say on if they were happy but…yeah, I feel bad that they were probably sad about it ending or something but now I don’t gotta deal with all that Mal x me shit” he shivered, scrunching his face a bit.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to his nose and wiggling out of his arms “whatever, I gotta go” Harry whined and wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you back towards him.

“whyyyyyyy” he huffed, pouting up at you and giving you his famous puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair.

“I have a thing with Evie for….well you know” Harry perked up and quickly released you, his eyes shining with excitement.

“well wha’ are yeh waitin’ for! Go!” you snorted at his quick change of behavior and shook your head, turning and going into your room to grab your key and tablet which held your concept art.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon! don’t burn down the apartment!” you heard Harry groan in “frustration” and a thump on the floor as he dramatically fell back onto the floor.

“damn it! Now I gotta think of something else ta do!” you rolled your eyes at his response and pushed your key into the lock on your closet door, smiling at the usual glow of the portal that bled through the cracks of the door.

You pulled it open and stepped through, tossing one more ‘see ya’ at Harry before closing the door behind you.

Moments later you stepped out into Evie's greenhouse turned workroom. She spun around, grinning at you. “hey (y/n)! let's get started shall we!” she made grabby hands at your tablet and danced in her seat as you passed it to her and leaned against her sewing table.

She pressed the power button and grinned “beautiful, I should hire you to be my second designer (y/n)” you laughed and shook your head.

“nah, I like designing but only as a pass time heh” Evie nodded, zooming in on the details and writing down notes on a pad next to her.

“understandable” she hummed as she stood from her seat and walked over to her fabrics “any particular fabrics?”

“uhhhh” you narrowed your eyes in thought “breathable……flows easily….not heavy?” Evie giggled and shook her head.

“a wonderful visual designer but you know nothing about fabrics, well how bout chiffon for the sleeves and train around the waist leading to the back of the dress?” you nodded and picked up the note pad Evie had been writing on.

“That sounds good, um, what about tule? I know it helps with form and stuff but every time I wore it as a kid it was itchy as all heck and I couldn’t stand it” Evie shook her head, pulling out a thick roll of white shiny fabric.

“no that’ll ruin the form, make it more of a bulb shape than letting it flare out, Mikado would work better, it keeps it’s form on its own and flows pretty well” she held out the roll for you to touch. You smiled as the soft fabric brushed against your fingertips.

“Yeah, I like that, M-mikado?” Evie nodded at your guess of the name “yeah that, let's go with this for the main fabric” Evie nodded again and set the fabric to the side, grabbing the notepad from you and writing down something before handing it back to you.

You glanced down and smirked

Main Fabric - Mikado

sleeves and skirt train - chiffon

jewels on neckline - ?

waist overlay - rhinestone (sew just beneath bust and drape over hips and flow of skirt)

shoes - ?

“okay (y/n), jacket off and arms up” you glanced at Evie and wiggled your brows, laughing as she rolled her eyes and smacked your arm. “you and Harry, minds always in the gutter, now I gotta get measurements okay?” you giggled again and shrugged off your jacket, letting Evie finally get your measurements.

After a few minutes of Evie manually pushing your arms and body around, filled with fits of laughter and your torso twisting halfway around, she was done. She picked up her pencil and grabbed the note pad again and scribbled down her findings.

“Alright that’s that, I’ll start making the form, while you” she handed you a red folder “take that to Harry, and don’t look. if he can't see your dress you don’t see his suit” you snorted and rolled your eyes.

“yes, ma’am. Do you want me to leave my tablet here for a bit?” Evie gave a smile and nodded.

“if possible, yes” you nodded back and shrugged your jacket back on, digging out your key from the pocket.

“Alright then, just text me when I can come pick it up, see ya!”

“bye~” Evie gave you a little wave and turned back to her sewing table, muttering fabric measurements for your dress.

You stepped into the main hall, gave a wave to Dizzy and Celia, stuck the key into the closet door, and stepped through the portal back to your world.

You stepped back out into your room and shut the door behind you, you took your jacket back off and tossed it on your bed, setting the key on your dresser and taking the folder to harry. “hey, Evie said to give you this” Harry perked up from his spot on the couch and grabbed the red folder, a soft smile on his face as he looked over the design Evie had made for his suit.

“looks perfect” he muttered to himself, closing the folder and pulling out his phone to text the aforementioned designer. As he talked with her you busied yourself with making lunch.

While you did so thoughts of the wedding came to mind.

What day was it going to be? Where were you going to get married? Who was going to marry the two of you? Would you get married here or in the Descendants world? Who was going to be in the wedding party? Who was going to give you away?

So many questions with little to no answer.

“hmm” you muttered to yourself “well, Uma’s maid of Honor, no question there, Emma, (bff name), Jazzy, and Lily will also be bridesmaids….Dizzy and Celia as junior bridesmaids? Cj too, but the twins….ring bearers?” you sighed, rubbing your face as your head pounded at the millions of decisions you were going to have to make. “I’ll have aunt Tonks take me down to Harry….ummmm shit, the rest I’ll have to decide with Harry”

“decide what with Harry?” the pirate himself hummed, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest, laying his chin on your shoulder.

“wedding stuff” you muttered, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair. He hummed again, eyes drifting down to your food.

“well, Harriet’s gonna be meh best maid” you snorted at that “beasty boy, Gil, the pup, and Jay are gonna be the groomsmen, haven’t asked ‘em yet but yeh know. Smee twins are gonna be meh junior groomsmen aaand that’s all I've thought about” Harry snorted, leaning back from you and starting to make his own lunch.

“That sounds good” you sighed, leaning against the counter and picking up your sandwich, taking a bit out of the side.

“soooo……” Harry turned to you and perked a brow up “where? Are….are we getting married in my world or yours” Harry shrugged, turning back to his sandwich.

“I don’ care’ either way, but I….I think it would be more sentimental in the meh world..since well…we fell in love there” you grinned as Harry slowly turned red.

“Aww, you are so dang cute” you teased, setting down your sandwich and walking over to him, pressing a quick kiss to his warm cheek.

He pouted and grumbled, pushing your face away. “hey!” you laughed, smacking his hand down and jumping back at him, your soft laughter turned into cackling as Harry tumbled back and yelped, arms quickly wrapping around your waist and holding you against his side.

“ye are so fuckin’ lucky I love you” He grumbled, setting you down on your feet and pecking your forehead.

“I love you too” you giggled back, reaching up and patting his cheeks twice. He blushed and looked away, grabbing his sandwich and walking to the living room.

“he’s so cute” you hummed to yourself, grabbing your lunch and following him.

-end of part 20-

Holy shit 20 parts?! Thas crazy! So max of 10 chapters left! It will end with the wedding and these last couple will lead up to it!

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amberskywrites · 4 years ago

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Soulmarks and Surprises

First fic for this fandom! A bit iffy on how well it turned out- but! Hopefully as I write more for this fandom the more comfortable I can become with the characters and writing fics with them! Anywho- enjoy!

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Pairing: Zukka

Fandom / Genre: Avatar the Last Airbender / Fluff

Summary: Soulmarks and soulmates were something that was pushed to the back of people's minds once the fire nation attacked... Suddenly, it was no longer a priority to find the one you were supposedly destined to be with, all according to black images somewhere on your body.

Well, Sokka at least doesn't have to look too far to find his soulmate.

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Sokka had noticed the mark a long time ago, when they were staying in Ozai's old house. He was watching Zuko teach Aang firebending one day, and couldn't help searching the prince's torso for that telling mark. He was curious if Zuko even had a soulmark.

He never usually thought much of soulmarks. They were common, but often overlooked at this point. It was difficult for most to find their soulmate after the fire nation started trying to take over the world, and suddenly soulmates weren't the most important thing in cultures anymore. But with the war hopefully ending soon… Sokka wondered if people would become more determined to find their soulmate.

Suki wasn't his, he knew that. The two had compared their marks late one night when they had become curious, and although they looked kind of similar, it was clear they weren't the same. Sokka's was a wave that crashed and turned into flames, and Suki's were flames being blown into a night sky by a fan.

Sokka had never seen Katara's soulmark, and Aang… Aang didn't seem to have one. Sokka assumed it was because he was the Avatar, so maybe he just wouldn't ever have a soulmate. And Sokka hadn't tried seeing Toph's.

But he was curious about Zuko's soulmark. And so, watching him train Sokka observed and searched until he spotted it. It was on the same side his scar was on, on his lower back, easy to hide if he wanted. And Sokka's heart stopped beating for a few moments as he stared at the mirror image of his own mark.

Sokka had trouble sleeping that night, but with the comet arriving soon, Sokka decided that he could bring up the soulmark another time.

The day before Sozin's comet, Sokka finally pulled Zuko aside. He couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of one of them dying and Zuko not at least knowing that they were soulmates. Sokka thought he had a right to know, so that if Sokka did die and Zuko lived Zuko could at least not spend years hoping to find his soulmate.

Zuko tilted his head at Sokka, frowning slightly. "What's going on with you?" he asked. "You're more jittery than usual."

Sokka let go of Zuko's arm, instead folding his own arms over his chest. "I… I really need to talk with you about something, something that I've known for a bit now." Sokka didn't meet Zuko's eyes as he spoke, trying to gather his thoughts.

Zuko waited patiently, watching as his friend worried at his bottom lip. He'd never seen Sokka appear this nervous before, really. "It's about soulmarks, specifically yours."

Zuko stiffened slightly at that, frown deepening. He thought no one cared about those anymore… he certainly didn't like them, especially knowing he had one and that some poor soul was quite possibly destined to be with him. As a child, because of the water mixing with flames in his soulmark, Azula would tease him because his soulmate would probably be a waterbender, or from one of the water tribes at least, something not really sought after in his family.

"Yeah?"

Sokka nodded.

Zuko also really didn't like the idea that a stupid mark told him who he would end up loving, if they ever met at all-

"I um, I have the same one."

Zuko blinked at Sokka in confusion, his thoughts having come to a sudden halt. It took a moment for Zuko to process what Sokka had said, and he was shaking his head at the water tribe boy.

"No, you don't."

Spirits, Sokka had to be lying. Zuko couldn't think of why Sokka would lie about being his soulmate, but there was no way Sokka was Zuko's. Zuko knew Sokka was destined to be with someone much greater.

"I can show you if you don't believe me." Before Zuko could say anything, Sokka was moving his tunic aside and turned slightly, showing the back of his shoulder. Black swirled together in a pattern Zuko very easily recognized, and he felt his throat closed as he stared at the mark. Sokka took a deep breath as he shifted his clothes back in place. Zuko shook his head again, trying to catch up with his thoughts. "This was probably the worst time to tell you- I should have when I first found out but I couldn't cause I wasn't sure how to bring it up or how you would react or even feel about that, but you deserved to know, especially if things go south and something happens."

The silence was worse than any rejection Sokka could have imagined, it just felt so tense and Zuko looked blank, and Sokka needed just some sort of reaction.

"Zuko, say something, please," Sokka didn't speak loudly, taking a hesitant step towards Zuko. Zuko didn't move away from him, instead, he glanced towards where the others had all made camp. When he returned his gaze back to Sokka, something seemed to switch and he reached out for the young warrior and embraced him tightly.

Sokka was frozen for a moment before he returned the hug, feeling Zuko bury his face in the crook of Sokka's neck. "Don't you dare let things go south," Zuko mumbled, pressing closer. "I want to be able to properly talk about this when we aren't gonna go end this war in about a day."

Relief washed over Sokka for a moment, and his arms tightened around Zuko. "Will definitely try."

Things luckily worked out in the end. They talked in the infirmary of the palace and had agreed to try dating, see if they were actually a good match, but they also wanted to take it slow. Things were already moving so quickly in their lives, they didn't need another thing to pile on.

That was roughly three years ago, though. Zuko had been crowned Firelord, and after Sokka healed he returned to the southern water tribe to help rebuild and to also help improve his tribe's home. They exchanged letters for those two years, each letter growing sappier the longer they were apart.

Zuko was reading over a document, one he was planning on proposing to the school administrators soon to change curriculums. He was so focused he barely registered the loud knocking on his door. It was fairly late, he realized as he rose from his desk, back stiff and aching, and he wondered who would even be up at this hour besides some guards.

The knocking continued until he finally opened his door, sighing, about to scold whoever for possibly disrupting some visiting ambassador's sleep. Zuko snapped his mouth shut though at the grinning face in front of him, and the smile was infectious.

"I thought you weren't going to be able to make it for another week?"

Sokka shrugged. "I couldn't help myself from making a surprise visit," and he nodded towards Zuko's room, a silent question. Zuko moved out of the way, letting Sokka inside and Zuko thanked the guard who had escorted him before closing the door.

Sokka was already settled on Zuko's bed and he reached out, beckoning his boyfriend over. Zuko rolled his eyes as Sokka started making grabby hands instead, and he shrugged off his formal robes. He had started wearing more comfortable clothes underneath them so he could feel a bit more relaxed in meetings. Zuko put the robes in a hamper, knowing the servants would come and retrieve them by morning, and he accepted Sokka's embrace, practically melting into the water tribe boy's arms.

"You've been working too hard," Sokka muses as he kicks off his shoes before shifting them both under Zuko's blankets. He did it with ease, Zuko curled up on his lap basically made it easier for him to move and lie down. Zuko nestled into his chest, and felt Sokka remove his hair from the bun he always kept it in. The crown was also taken out, set on the nightstand near Zuko's bed.

"I've gotta if I want to keep improving the fire nation," Zuko says, listening to Sokka's steady heartbeat. Sokka hummed knowingly, fingers combing through Zuko's hair. Zuko sighed at the touch and relaxed further.

"Missed you," Sokka mumbled, and Zuko nodded slightly in agreement. "I can stay longer than I did last time, too."

Zuko glanced up at him, curious. "How long, exactly?" Last time, Sokka was able to stay for about a month. But that was last year. Sokka grins down at him, hand not in Zuko's hair moving down Zuko's back and slipping under Zuko's shirt, tracing the soulmark there.

"As long as I want, if you'll let me."

Zuko returned to his previous position, and he nodded slightly. "Of course, you could stay forever if you truly wanted."

Sokka laughs at that, and he presses a kiss to the top of Zuko's head. "I'll keep that in mind. You look tired though, so how about we sleep, and tomorrow over breakfast you can complain about the boring meetings like you do in your letters."

Zuko huffs, but doesn't object to sleeping and he falls asleep faster than Sokka thought he would. Sokka doesn't mention the pendant he made, that's something he could bring up after he caught up with his soulmate.

#zukka #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #sokka #atla zuko #atla sokka #fluff #post canon #soulmate au #Sokka/zuko #zuko/sokka #amberskywrites #ambersky #fanfic #this isn't great but! I'm happy I was able to /finally/ write something

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angeltrapz · 3 years ago

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helo beloved mutual connor, im sorry ur goin thru it rn but i come bearing asks n a heart emoji (💗): bcuz i have had this thought floatin around for a lil bit, wld love 2 hear ur takes on an Adam/Eric/Mallick (+ Art too if u want!) road trip vacation! how long wld they go, do they get motels or camp or just sleep in th car? whats everyone's favorite road trip snack? what sorta shit do they like 2 stop for? (weird tourist traps like giant balls of yarn etc, small town main street stores, cool looking restaurants, nature sites, Actual Destinations, so on n so forth!)

fjkdsd thank u beloved mutual adam,,, <3

ohhh I love tht idea!! road trip fics/hcs are one of my weaknesses,,

but um!! I rly like the idea of th four of them going camping a few hours up north!! (we... don't rly know where. SAW is set so just. imagine a vaguely rural campground lmao. I'm used to camping in th upper peninsula of MI so) it's smth tht Art did a lot w his family when he was growing up, so he's th most familiar w it - Eric went a few times as a kid too, Mallick went Once, n Adam has never rly been camping, w his family or otherwise (he's slept on a trampoline at one of his friends' houses once tho). Art is p excited abt it tbh, it's not exactly smth he gets 2 do often so he's got this whole list planned of things he wants 2 show them!!

it's easiest 2 just take a week in late August, bc they can head back home on a Friday n have the weekend to settle n readjust b4 th coming week + they have to go back 2 work. so they head out around ten on a Monday morning 2 kind of get ahead of th traffic (or at least try to). Art drives both bc he insists and bc he knows they can switch if he needs to, which he does later w Eric. it's a good couple hours (at least 3) b4 they get 2 th campground Art wants to take them to, so clearly it is Music Time + Adam made sure 2 bring CDs! a lot of that time is just spent vibing 2 th music and singing very, very loudly (ESP on Adam + Mallick's end). Art's up front like u three are so fucking goofy (affectionate), but eventually he starts singing too lmao.

Mallick starts th Colour Game, where they try 2 find a car fr every colour of th rainbow. it's smth Eric is familiar w as well bc he used 2 play it w Daniel sometimes, and it's good until they come to purple bc how often do u see purple cars??? so Adam's just like "we're not gonna find pink either" n tht's when this fucking pink pickup truck (noticeably spray-painted, + not done well) passes them n Adam just groans n thumps his head against th window. Mallick is like, trying rly hard not to laugh by pressing a hand over his mouth + Art is biting his lip, but Eric is very openly cackling bc "u see what happens when u assume???" (he gets a very light slap 2 th shoulder but it's still very gentle)

ANYWAY. favourite snacks!! Adam can eat Way Too Many Sour Patch Kids. sour anything, actually, as long as it's candy. yes his tongue hurts and no he doesn't regret it. Eric just gets goldfish bc he tends 2 get a lil carsick + bc it's a food tht's familiar n comforting, n he doesn't rly want 2 be eating anything Too heavy (he's up front w Art, so he can sit by a window in case he needs some fresh air at any point). Mallick likes m&m's, but he switches fr cheez-its every once in a while bc he can only eat so much chocolate. Art likes those peanut-butter filled pretzel bites! he's also partial 2 animal crackers tho. they also bring a good amount of snacks/things they can b sure th four of them like, bc yeah there's a lil store abt a half hour away frm their campsite + they can go there to pick up things if they need 2, but it's easier 2 bring things they like, too. (there's also a mcdonald's in tht town n. they do go there at LEAST twice.)

th campsite they stay at has a lake + a beach, n one of Art + Adam's fave things 2 do is walk along it to see if they can find anything interesting! Mallick goes sometimes too, but mostly he stays w Eric bc Eric can't do tht fr as long as Adam + Art can (not tht he's resentful of it tho). he n Mallick chill on th beach w a blanket (it's kind of like. not necessarily sandy?) n just kinda sit against/lay on each other n read sometimes. Adam + Art come back 2 where they're set up to find them sleeping n Adam has never been more thankful he thought 2 bring his camera!!

on th second day Art + Mallick want 2 go swimming, so th four of them come back out to th beach, but Adam stays out of th water + Eric stays w him. they both know th water will be cold, even if it's late summer, n Adam rly doesn't like being in cold water ESP if it's over his head/he can't touch th bottom. fr Eric th cold can b kind of painful, so they chill n walk along th beach fr a little bit n just talk. Adam gets some good pictures n even gets some of Eric! he also does take a selfie of them, he can't help it. he gets a couple of Mallick + Art too. it's honestly such a nice thing fr them n it just feels like they can breathe easy, not having 2 worry abt looking over their shoulders constantly (tho they're all getting better abt that).

th third day they spend around th campsite to kind of unwind n relax. they might walk th beach a little bit again, but mostly they just sorta chill n walk some of th trails around the campground itself. when night falls they light a small bonfire (Mallick is still iffy around fire, understandably) n they sit around it in their folding chairs w th cupholders (Adam gets red, Eric has green, Art gets blue, + Mallick gets dark green) n make s'mores. they talk abt anything n everything until they're barely able 2 keep their eyes open, n then after making sure th fire is pretty much out they kinda just stumble into th tent n none of them r awake for very long after (they specifically got one tht cld comfortably hold th four of them).

fourth day!! they pack up n head into another little town about 45 minutes away; it's bigger than th one around th campgrounds. after they get situated in a motel room w two beds, they do some window shopping + going into lil stores that interest them! Adam def buys some niche graphic tees tht aren't going 2 make sense to anyone other than th four of them n he's delighted abt it. I like 2 think Eric gets a worry stone, specifically made out of rose quartz. Mallick too, but his is made of amethyst! he also gets a rly cool multicoloured jacket in a thrift store they duck into. Art gets a hoodie w th town's name on it n he's pretty happy w that. they get a few more lil things, just little knick-knacks while they're there, n then they have dinner in this lil diner they'd walked past earlier bc it's inexpensive + the atmosphere is very lowkey n honestly just Nice. there's not a bunch of ppl, the servers r rly kind n the lights aren't too bright, which Eric rly appreciates. it's such a tender moment bc they're squeezed into a booth, Adam + Mallick on one side n Art + Eric on th other, n they're talking n laughing n stealing bites of each other's food n it's Comfortable.

then they head back to th motel n channel surf while unpacking enough 2 get to their sleep clothes. Adam + Eric r sharing a bed n Art + Mallick r sharing th other one, tho Adam is very tempted 2 just push them together so they're all close by (th distance btwn th beds isn't tht big to begin with, but it's the principle of th thing). mostly tho, until they go to bed, they're pretty much just all stretched out Everywhere. Adam is only discouraged frm jumping across th divide btwn th beds bc Art breaks out his Lawyer Voice, despite trying rly hard not to laugh, to say Yr Going To Hurt Yrself, Don't Do That. he grumbles n whines abt it but Adam knows he's right jdhjks (th way he sees it is like. he can b silly sometimes. he's Earned It, but he also trusts Art + wasn't super serious abt tht idea). eventually tho Eric can hardly keep his eyes open n Mallick is just straight up asleep while he's still sitting up so tht's when they all go to bed after making sure every1 is comfortable. they leave a lamp on.

fifth day they pack everything up again n stop 2 walk th trails of this lil park b4 they head home! there's a lil shop near th parking lot so they spend a lil bit of time looking around in there first. they probably pick up a few lil things, souvenirs, n Adam walks around 2 get some pictures. he gets this rly cool one while they're on a bridge, th sun peeking thru the clouds a lil bit n shining down on th water. he's super excited to develop tht one (but he's excited to develop All of them, bc this is his family!!!) + he n Art discuss whether or not they're gonna need another cork board lol. eventually tho they round back to th parking lot n on th way home, they stop at another lil hole-in-th-wall kind of place, but it's just as nice as the first one they'd been to. after tht Eric switches spots w Art n he drives them home!!

they're all exhausted when they get back but they have room to crash w each other while they nap so tht's what they do. they fall asleep all tangled together, Art stretched out w Eric's head on his chest, Adam curled against Eric's back, n Mallick w his head on Art's stomach. there r arms n legs everywhere n tht is okay. they're happy. they love each other. they had a lot of fun on their trip n they're tired, but they're comfortable!! tht's what it's all abt!!! it's just such a good n relaxing experience fr them after all th shit they've been thru.

#can u tell I. love camping jdkfks #saw #art #adam #eric #mallick #ty ty!!! I rly appreciate it #I'm doing okay now mostly I think. pretty much always open fr saw asks tho djhfkjsd ESP if they're abt the polycule!!#I literally Do Not get sick of talking abt them dkjdskd #asks #gotta update th masterpost later!! I remembered yesterday but I was up fr too long lmao #real talk tho. thank u fr sending me asks they're my fave <3

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wheelersdealer · 5 years ago

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Just a Swirl

Request: Can I get an nsfw headcanon (if you want it to be) where you’re Robin’s sister but you’ve been close with Steve since middle school and you’re dating him, so you stop by Scoops Ahoy regularly to see both of them. Steve goes on break and the both of you head to the back and you end up making out or giving him a blowjob while Robin’s working up front? - @steve-is-a-damn-good-babysitter.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Buckley!Reader A/n: I hope you get just as disturbed as Steve by the euphemisms. Enjoy!

Robin has an eye for impending interactions. She can sense a giddy girl and what made her so giddy from a mile away without any other indication in sight. And when the news would come out mid-class in a boisterous (hilarious, though embarrassing) display she could only bite her lip and huff, knowing she knew the whole time.

Try as you may…you cannot escape your sister’s keen understanding.

Sure, you may ‘skip’ into Scoops Ahoy every so often to keep both of them company during their break. And you may shoot the same sly smirk both her and Steve's way every so often, never letting favoritism or relations keep you from keeping it real…

But she knows.

From the moment you come in with your hair simply tucked behind your ears, and your eyes set a bit too intentionally on hers to keep a very obvious balance to the attention you give both of them…she knows.

“Just on time! I’m on break,” Steve says, clapping his hands. “Wanna join me?” He does a little dance backward into the break-room. Robin looks down at the counter and chuckles to herself. The poor lad’s completely oblivious.

“Sure!” You say, so, so innocently. Robin wiggles her brows into some corner where she’s sure there has to be a camera watching for the real lives of Scoops Ahoy employees.

Now, you do not entire the backroom with the surefire knowledge that you are going to do to Steve…what you are going to do, but it has been on the back of your mind. He's been tense lately, waiting for his Henderson kid to come home and waiting for Erica and her friends to contaminate all the sample spoons, and waiting for the next round of “How Will You Save the World This Time!”

You usually spend his break just talking, letting him vent, letting him share his whacky entrepreneurial ideas, him begging for you to give him the juicy deets about your old classmates since you still mingle in that category.

But when most of that fun stuff happens, you two are sitting and enjoying a small bowl of ice cream that he prepares minutes before he goes on break.

He didn't make the ice cream this time, and instead, he's standing and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Jackpot…or maybe some other victorious term.

“So! Go on, tell me about your day!” You chirp.

Steve’s so reminded of how cursed his day was he doesn’t notice you drop to your knees and smile up at him. It’s an innocent smile like you’re genuinely curious. Well, you are, but you also have your hands around the rim of his pants and if he had been noticing that, he’d label your smile as more sensual than sweet.

“Oh gosh,” he sputters, “where do I start? Okay um, well—“ his hair bounces along with his head, which shows just how hard he’s trying to juggle which story gave him the biggest headache.

“OH! I got it,” he snaps his fingers, “I got it. We have this group of gross little preppy teenagers, alright? If you thought Erica and her friends coming in every day for samples was bad, well guess what. This is some national chain and one of the kid’s cousin or brother or something works at another location where he read in the freaking workers manual how technically as many samples can be given as they ask, as long as they buy the ice cream afterward if they go above asking for three samples. But the thing is — how the hell am I supposed to know if they’re going to buy the ice cream afterward! It’s not like I can rip their money from their pockets and throw a freaking…” he scoffs and crosses his arms, “cone of U.S. S. Butterscotch at them and call it a da—AAAYYYYY o-KAY!”

He only got the gist and understood the strange breathability of his privates when you ran your tongue on the underside of it. And his first response is to make that noise (to your annoyance and to a curious and mildly disturbed perk in Robin’s ears) and try to push your hands away, but that process just resulted in him gripping himself and making him more shocked and flustered.

You chuckle and roll your eyes at him.

He’s stuck, cheeks full of the air he can’t get out of his mouth.

After breathlessly sputtering an incoherent question, he spasms and seems to ‘reset’ his comprehension. “WHAT—“ then he thinks of Robin and with a stretch in his groin he whispers to you, “What are you doing?!”

You pout, hopping a bit while still sitting on your calves. “C’mon Steve,” you rub his arm, “I’m helping you out. This job stresses you out, just let loose a little.”

“This job does not—“ He nervously looks to the wall. Just behind it is Robin. He groans and fumbles again, pushing your hands away from his junk and struggling to pull his bottoms back on. “Does not stress me out. Sometimes it’s just that people are douchebags and my dad said retail sucks and is for suckers and okay maybe—maybe I think about that sometimes and how, who knows, I could be at college right now. But it’s not-it’s not….” He takes a breath. “Okay after saving the universe from an inter-dimensional monster once or twice, trust me Y/n…this isn’t stressful.”

You twist your lips and look off to the side while you think about that. Yes, that was stress….but more of the post-traumatic kind, not the “I need a quick cheer up and I’ll be fine” kind.

So you roll your eyes and just look at Steve. It’s this look he thinks is kind of condescending but also like you’re silently judging him. Like you know what's best for him like you’re just worried for him (God, he tremors thinking back to all of those types of conversations), all the soft and sorrowful looks, basically.

It’s not that he doesn’t want it…he’s just iffy about getting it like…right now.

He runs his hand through his hair (pictures of his hand there while his other is in your hair runs through his mind and he closes his eyes tight) and takes a breath.

You smile at the obvious internal struggle.

“C’mon Steve…” you sit on your knees, clawing softly at his stupid little shorts. “Just a swirl? Not just for you, but for me?”

He dares to open his eyes.

Damn you Y/n Buckley for the way you stick your tongue out and for making him feel like the absolute KING he only figured existed in bad 70s porn movies.

He looks to the wall again. And right in the middle are the sliding doors. If Robin so dares to crack it open just a bit, or god-forbid the wood is something like balsa and not nearly as secure as it makes you believe, he's out of here for voyeurism or synonymous with the guy that made suspicious noises in the back room of Scoops Ahoy before coming right back out.

His head bounces around. You think it’s a nod but it also looks like a shake. And he says something but it's all soft and wispy and you squint, slowly sitting back down on your calves and waiting for him to snap out of his shy schtick. While adorable, c’mon and hurry up here, you’re just trying to suck his dick.

“Steve?” You question.

“Yes! Fine! Just—“ he throws his hand to the wall. You understand the stakes. “M-Make it quick?”

This is one of his fantasies but he never imagined the potential consequences of a fantasy like this.

You wiggle your brows and Steve gets comfortable against the wall. He’s totally down. He just doesn’t want to get fired, or again, come out mid-moan in an effort to prove his girlfriend wasn’t going to town, only to find himself among two parents and their kids damn-well old enough to understand what’s going on.

You start to suck him off, starting around the head as usual and going agonizingly slow and rolling your tongue over his head. You know he said this was a quick one and it will be a quickie but you’re not about to jeopardize the flow of pleasure by skipping out on transitions.

Your lips are plump and in the yellowing light of the Scoops Ahoy backroom, they’re shiny too. You’re glowing, really, looking straight out of one of those movies. You hold yourself up by pressing your hands to his thighs. He thinks it's cute but the pressure around the whole area and the visuals (so very overwhelming) makes Steve bump his head back against the wall. It’s such a short part of the experience but he’s already hard as a rock and while his hips aren’t urging to jut up and hit the roof of your mouth or blow a load, the anticipation of wanting you to hurry up and let him blow a load is prominent in the back of his mind…which makes it all that harder for him to not blow a load.

You grip at the base of his shaft as you keep going, speeding up and even putting in the effort to roll your neck up so he can get a really good point of view shot with each stroke you give him. To get this going along faster, there are sounds. He can hear them, the squelches of saliva on your lips and in your cheeks. And gosh he loves them, but he doesn’t like this mall's less-than-thick walls.

Somewhere in his mind, he thinks that making it harder for sounds to come from your throat will be a natural sound-proofing.

He’s wrong and now he's pushing on your head and you’re deep-throating him, still swirling your tongue over him like you would have even if he wasn't completely sheathed in you. He thought he was as deep as you can go, but when you make the effort it's when he can feel the curve of your throat and the way it feels so, so good.

He has his teeth in his lips and fist to his mouth trying to keep quiet. And he works on getting his body to stop spasming his head and hips back into the wall. It makes a thud he’s positive Robin can hear, and it incites him to whimper curses at himself into his palm which isn’t fleshy enough for you to be deaf to it at least.

You give him a bit of a break, pulling him out (there’s that slurp, slow and satisfying), giving a smile, then going again at a regular pace, moving your head forward and back, forward and back. He pokes into your cheek and you allow it, working your tongue up his shaft. You let him lead again (slightly) and he bobs your head for you, giving you intervals where you can and can’t breathe on his account. You gag but you enjoy how your mouth burns with the friction.

Steve tangles his hand in your hair and just lets you do what you’re doing (guiding minimally). Now he knows if anybody’s going to get you caught, it’s him.

Well, apparently him realizing that was a fuckin' joke.

Cause, why God, Steve hears Robin walking around up front. There was no reason for her to be walking around (he wondered if there was even space), she was just pacing and ugh she was probably waiting for you to get it done with.

With a quick “Shit!” Steve hisses, he pulls himself out of your mouth (a shiver goes up his spine at how slick it is) then goes ahead and fists his cock. He puts his head against the wall again while still trying to crane his neck and look at you. There you are on your knees with your mouth open and tongue stuck out. Steve closes his eyes for a moment before letting out a stream of cum onto your tongue and a series of soft moans from his mouth.

He finds himself both fascinated for getting away with this and also disgusted.

But the thrill of completion gets an extra kick to it thanks to those circumstances.

He wonders if you two aught to go again so you can get something out of it. But you seem perfectly content, swallowing all of it and smirking at Harrington’s exhausted self and hopping to your feet. You pull his briefs and shorts up for him, holding onto his waist and giving him a quick kiss.

You give very little space between his lips. He starts to chuckle, cause he really just did that. And just as you lean in for another kiss (it would be more passionate this time, he thought, more satisfying), you whisper, “Wash your hands,” still with a sensual tone, and give him another peck.

Skipping out of the backroom you give Robin an innocent smile. Her tongue is to her cheek and when Harrington finally stumbles out in the middle of violently drying his hands with a paper towel, she raises her brows.

And Steve deflates knowing she's never gonna live this down.

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 5 years ago

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Someone Special - Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 6)

Part 5

Week of Jingle Bell Ball

Harry was on his way to the airport to pick you up. You were flying in to London to perform at the Jingle Bell Ball on Friday. Luckily, you decided to arrive a few days prior which meant you and Harry could spend some time together. Over the last few weeks since the talk at his house in Malibu, the two of you had really become quit friendly.

It was weird to think you two had only known each other for only a few weeks. After chatting over the last few weeks, Harry was more than ready to have you in London to help with your Christmas Bucket List. He got little hints of what you wanted to do and looked for different things to do in London. Harry also offered for you to stay over at his place in the guest room instead of a hotel.

At first, you were a little taken aback by it, but he said he always had his friends stay over, so then you thought why not. And that brought him to sitting outside of the airport waiting for you to arrive. Harry found himself feeling nervous at your arrival. He had no clue why. His stomach felt iffy and his palms were leaving streaks of sweat on the steering wheel.

He mumbled the lyrics to the Christmas song playing on the radio as he looked at his phone. Your plane should be landed right now, so it would be at least a good ten to twenty, maybe half hour before you’d get through customs and getting your bags. To sort of get his emotions in check, he put his head back and decided to take a little cat nap.

About forty five minutes later, Harry jumped up when he heard someone knocking on his window. He looked over seeing you standing there with your bags.

“Shit,” he said quickly getting out. “Let me get those.”

“You alright?” You laughed.

“Yes,” he laughed. “I’m great, just resting my eyes.”

“I see that,” you said. “Just like I see the drool on your chin.”

He blushed bringing his hand to his chin and wiping it away. He took your bags putting them in the back of the car, while you got in on the passenger side.

“How was your flight?” Harry asked getting back in and pulling his seatbelt on.

“Long,” you groaned. “I’m ready to shower and like walk a marathon because I’ve been sitting too fucking long.”

He laughed, “Well, you can do just that. I’ve got some takeaway being delivered to the house and then we can do whatever you want after. I’ve got a few ideas, but I didn’t know how you would feel after being on the plane.”

“Ask me after I’ve had a shower and food in my belly,” you laughed.

He nodded and started driving.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay with you?” you asked.

“Yes, of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t have offered it wasn’t.”

“I know, I know, but I just don’t want to feel like I’m invaded your space,” you said.

“Well, you’re not,” he said. “I promise.”

“Good to know,” you said. “Although, if I end up doing just that, let me know.”

“You’re only here for a few days, I’m pretty sure I can handle it,” he laughed.

“I guess, we’ll just see about that,” you giggled.

After you made it to his house, he brought your things inside and into the guest room. He showed you around and then left to give your privacy to get showered and changed. You were nervous on the way here, wondering what it would be like seeing him again and staying with him, but now that you were there, it was like your nerves had gone away.

You would admit that it did feel a little weird staying there. Even though you both discussed what happened in New York or technically what didn’t happen, you still had only known him for a short while and you were already staying at his house. When you got out of the shower, you dried off and grabbed some clothes to change into.

You decided on some jeans and a big comfy sweater in case you two decided to go out after, since it was still quite early in the afternoon. Yes, it was almost nighttime, but still early enough to call it a night. You dried your hair a little bit before heading down to meet Harry in the kitchen.

“This smells amazing,” you said sitting down across from him at the table.

“It’s from my favorite pub right down the street,” he said.

“Now, did you discover it after you moved in, or did you move in specifically for the pub?” you joked.

“Oh, the latter without a doubt,” he joked.

“You know, joke or not, I can actually see that,” you giggled.

He laughed taking a bite of his food before looking back over at you, “So, how are ya feeling? Shall we call it a night in or are you ready to be adventurous?”

“I’m ready to see what you’ve got planned,” you smirked.

“Alright then,” he nodded. “I’ve got the perfect thing to do on our first night, then. After dinner, we can head out, just make sure you dress warm.”

“I take it we’ll be outside?” You asked.

“Mostly, yes,” he nodded. “Is that alright?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled.

About an hour later, you and Harry arrived at Hyde Park for the Winter Wonderland. As soon as you saw it, you let out a gasp with a smile.

“Holy shit,” you said. “This is-Wow.”

“I figured you might like it,” he said turning the car off before you both got out.

“I think I might love it,” you smiled. “Thank you... for you know wanting to do this.”

“Hey, as your friend it’s my job to make sure you fulfill your wish of making this a great Christmas, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he smiled.

As you walked through the Winter Wonderland, you were overwhelmed with everything it had.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Harry asked.

“No fucking clue,” you laughed. “There’s too much to choose from.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot,” he said. “But we can always come back if we run out of time,” he joked.

“Um, let’s try ice skating first,” you smiled. “Because that was actually on my list.”

“Try? Have you ever ice skated before?” He asked.

“Um... not really,” you laughed. “I mean, maybe once when I was younger, but I don’t really remember it and I’m pretty sure I had one of those bar things to hold on to.”

“Weeellll, lucky for you I’m practically a professional,” he smirked.

“I saw the Night Changes video and I beg to differ,” you joked.

“I’m never going to fucking live that down,” he laughed. “And it was part of the video! I’m not that terrible.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see about that,” you said.

You both got a pair of skates to change into before heading out on the ice. Harry held your hand and your arm as he guided you out.

“Okay, so just move your feet one at a time, but in like a rhythm,” he said.

“Very technical terminology there, Styles,” you laughed trying to do as he said.

“Hey, I know what I’m talking about,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes as you moved your feet slowly. Harry was guiding you and him over the ice. For the most part you were gettin the hang of it, but just when you started to get a bit more confident about it, is when you lost your balance and fell right on your ass, bringing Harry down with you.

You laughed both because you couldn’t believe it happened, you were slightly embarrassed and the fact that cheesy Christmas music was blaring in the background made it feel like a scene from a movie. You looked up and Harry’s face was inches for yours. You both were staring at each other as you laughed.

“You alright?” He laughed.

“Physically I’m fine, emotionally I’m bruised... and actually my ass is probably bruised as well,” you laughed.

“Are you really using my own quote against me?” He laughed.

“Yah, I am,” you giggled.

He rolled his eyes with a laugh before getting up to his feet and helping you up to your feet.

“Shall we go again?” He asked.

You were currently brushing ice from your butt as you looked over at him, “Yeah, I think it’s better if we call it a night on this whole ice skating thing,” you laughed.

“Good call,” he laughed.

You both skated slowly over to the door to get off the ice.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to put these on again,” you laughed.

“So, Ice Skating won’t be on your Christmas List anymore?” He smirked.

“Never again,” you giggled.

When you both were changed back into your own shoes and the ice skates returned, you two decided on getting some hot chocolate to warm up before walking through the lights and ice sculptures sections.

“Extra cinnamon for the lovely lady,” Harry smiled handing you yours. “And a tiny pinch for me.”

You smirked, “I’m still waiting on my thank you for introducing you to the best drink combination ever.”

“Yeah, you’re not getting it,” he laughed. “I’m still not completely sold on it.”

“Keep lying to yourself,” you said.

“You fucking wish!” He said.

You giggled taking a sip of your drink as the two of you walked through. You smiled at all the lights and sculptures, making sure to snap photos of everything and also of you and Harry together. You were having the best time and you hadn’t really noticed that the two of you were gradually walking closer together until you felt your hands touching. You both blushed a little, not really looking at the other as you took a small step away.

You two were just friends, nothing more, you both had agreed on that. Yet, couldn’t help, but wonder what it would be like if you were a little bit more than friends. You quickly shook that thought from your mind though because it shouldn’t be there to begin with him. Harry made it very clear he didn’t have any feelings for you, and there was no way you had feelings for him.

It was getting close to closing at the Winter Wonderland, so you two were about to head back to the car. You had played some games and each one two hug stuffed animals for the other. One of them was actually taller than you, so that was a bit of a struggle. Harry laughed taking it from you and carried himself.

When you got to the car, you put them in the back and got inside.

“Did you have fun?” Harry asked as he drove back to his house.

“So much,” you smiled. “I’d loved every second of it, except maybe falling on my ass.”

He laughed, “Yeah, that was a little painful.”

The drive back to Harry’s house didn’t seem to take very long. You both got out, carrying the massive stuffed animals back into the house. Harry laid them on the couch in the living room before going into the kitchen.

“Want some tea?” He asked.

“Sure,” you nodded taking off your layers of clothing. “God, I can finally feel my toes now.”

“Yeah, my body is thawing out now,” he joked.

You put your coat and scarf onto the coat rack before joining him in the kitchen.

“I really did have a great time tonight,” you said. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well, you already have,” he said walking over to you after putting the kettle on. “I know it’s still pretty early in the Christmas season, but how would you rate it compared to last year?”

“Oh, it’s already ten times better,” you laughed. “So, I guess it’s safe to say it can only go up from here.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said. “You deserve to have good memories and to be happy. I mean, you are happy right?”

“I’m very happy,” you smiled. “What about you?”

“I am,” he nodded leaning up against the counter next to you.

You looked over at him, smiling, as he stared at you. There it was again, the same feeling you had felt on the dance floor back in New York. An energetic pull between the two of you closing the distance. Your gaze dropped to his lips as his dropped to yours and back to your eyes. Neither of you spoke a word, you just let your instincts take over, your lips were almost touching with the sound of the kettle filled the room.

“Blood hell,” Harry mumbled pulling away from you to turn it off.

He sighed, not looking at you, “I’m sorry-” he whispered.

“Don’t.” you whispered. “Don’t be.”

You walked over to him taking his hand in yours, so that he would turn to face you. You closed the remaining distance between you two once more. He brought his hands up to your cheeks as he looked into your eyes, almost as if he was silently asking for permission. As soon as you gave a slight nod, there was no hesitation for him pressing his lips against yours.

WELP! There it is! They’ve kissed. What’s gonna happen now!

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Someone Special #12 Days of Christmas - Harry

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acradaunt · 6 years ago

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Etrian Odyssey Nexus Playthrough - Week 1

I thought it would be a fun idea to record weekly my progress through EO Nexus. Why? I enjoy reading people's experiences where multiple options are available; what they chose, and why, and how exactly that turned out for them. It's something this EO has more than ever before, and it's such a central concept to my own work on DR, so in its own way, it's research. And since there is a need for people to have 100 QR codes, it serves a purpose there, too.

I'll try ultra-hard to avoid any form of spoilers, so expect me to be vague as hell about stratum or FOE names. To make the most of all these fun class options (and the extremely early Memory Conch), I'm rotating characters around as I see fit, but mostly in accordance with when conditionals are needed or interesting weapons are available. I mean, that kind of class-switching has been the norm for things like Final Fantasy since III, so why not do it here? Between these two things, I'm going to be writing about how characters are faring and where they shone, rather than going on about each stratum.

Couple general notes before character remarks; I'm playing on Expert (which is the norm for EO), and I just punched into the fifth stratum. On that, things are really coming together, as I'm now seeing enemies from three different regions of III and IV at the same time. Lush Woodlands was so aggressively a carbon-copy of its EOIV incarnation it made me really worried. Those fears seems fairly quashed at this point. Also, um, character remarks in Read More, because they're actually kinda long.

Imperial / Arcanist / Harbinger / Shogun / War Magus / Nightseeker - None of these have seen any use yet. Of 19 classes, some just might not fit in a first playthrough. The first three definitely'll show once subclasses come along, but right now aren't super-appealing for various reasons; Imperial's ridiculous TP requirements make it sound like a non-starter in early game, I don't trust turn-end heals when most random battles last 1-3 turns, and, well, I feel it'd be wrong to use my #1 Harbinger without also bringing along a certain Dragoon (Hero) and Masuaro (Ronin). That debuffer role has also lowkey been stolen by Landsknecht, of all things.

Klein the Hero - Klein has been absolutely devastating in random battles, but has generally floundered during bosses and FOEs, with Hero mostly being about multi-target attacks and a bit of a TP-hog. After netting the 3rd stratum boss' weapon, his damage output has been fairly ridiculous, and Shock Strike is nothing short of amazing. He's definitely not going anywhere, but I wouldn't say he's irreplaceable, either; that sword's nutso damage is innately amazing in anyone's hands. In a lot of ways, Hero is a remix of Dragoon, and while I definitely didn't like Dragoon at first, it grew on me quite a lot.

Iris the Protector - Iris came in strong against the 2nd stratum boss, and only got better with that boss' weapon able to shoot cheap line-piercing Fire attacks that could sweep most of the 3rd stratum. Ultimately, circumstances made her not very appealing for the 4th stratum, and I haven't seen any remarkable new spears, so she's mostly waiting for that. Or a Boss/FOE where Taunting is effective to return to the forefront.

Terra the Highlander - Terra was off-and-on for the early part of the game, trading said spear with Iris as was convenient. Veteran Skills haven't been particularly kind to her, but Master or Subclasses might still change that. She's certainly strong and sturdy enough to handle the frontline, and there's something to be said about how tricky it is to shatter a three-person front-row that doesn't need to rely on Protectors.

Stella the Zodiac - One of my starting five, Stella repeatedly died in one shot in the 1st stratum and burnt through TP way too fast, and performed similarly poorly in a brief stint in the 3rd stratum. I considered bringing her on again for a specific FOE, but ultimately didn't. After Warlock's same-turn Charge and Runemaster's Runes, this class just feels tremendously disappointing.

Coral the Landsknecht - Easily the most all-around reliable, if never the shining star. Extremely burly and with a diverse array of skills at hand, she's always useful. Primarily though, she shield bashes to cripple foes with Debuffs then Links away when they can't possibly do enough damage to kill anyone.

Erika the Ronin - Absolutely the core damage dealer for the 2nd's Boss and the 3rd stratum, primarily due to an incredibly good Katana you get midway through the 2nd Stratum. She was all about Air Blades from the back-row, then dashing to the front-row to regain her stance, drop offenses, or go for a strong arm-bind. It's a really fun class, all around. However, getting caught by a single good attack, even when in the back, is usually a death sentence for her, so it's a bit tricky, too. That said, she still came through big-time in both the 2nd and 3rd Strata Bosses, which were more endurance matches and about conserving TP more than anything, so there's something to say about that.

Laura the Medic - Not a ton to say here. Medics heal and revive; lifesavers when things get hairy during FOEs/Bosses. What is no joke is her Star Drop's ability to ruin defenses. Like Erika, she did occasional row-switching when things were safe. Not something you'd expect from a Medic. During initial planning, she was gonna be a Medic/Landsknecht, for high-speed Star Drops, but Star Drop is a normal debuff now, not a one-turn affair like it was, so I'm not too sure what her endgoal is anymore. I'm considering swapping her for Adam, who's designed to be a Medic/Zodiac, so I would at least have SOME form of normal mage (not to mention cheaper TP for heals via Free Energy). Laura's a dumbass though, and I love her for that, and right now, the Medic is hitting stuff in her free time, not casting, so she fits the bill better right now, especially as conserving TP is still a huge deal. STILL can't buy Amritas.

Juri the Survivalist - Probably the overall MVP for the first four strata. Blinding Arrow was vital against most Lush Woodlands FOEs/Bosses, and doubling all harvesting for a single skill point is nothing to scoff at. Add in cheap on-field healing, and she was good enough to kick Laura out for the whole 3rd stratum (until FOE/boss time). She's definitely starting to feel like she's falling off, though. Veteran added some nice moves for random encounters, but Master skills sound very lackluster, with only Disabling Shot sounding appealing (though Disabling Shot [Add Leg Bind to ALL Bow Skills] is VERY appealing). Master's still a long ways off though.

Yai the Pugilist - Yai wound up coming in for some conditional-drop hunting near the end of the 3rd Stratum, and with another great fist from a FOE on the World Map (making it a... WOE? MOE?), has stayed around off-and-on since then. Binds can always completely swing the flow of a fight, but they're not super-reliable, and she suffers from Erika's frailty, with none of the row-swapping tricks to keep her alive. She isn't terrible, but she's failing to live up to her EOV self. That said, she actually combos amazingly with Coral this time, as opposed to last time where she was the only one who DIDN'T play into Coral's pierce-a-thon.

Olga the Gunner & Leon the Sovereign - Neither have seen significant use but bear mention. When Bind conditionals first came up, it was an immediate coin-toss between getting Olga or Yai ready. Yai won because the current array of Guns failed to impress. However, with Yai's questionable performance and Juri's waning damage, a solid Gun could easily make Olga a mainstay. Leon, likewise, is basically waiting for more Skill Points and a weapon with a decent Skill to use to come in on. Leon definitely hasn't felt as sturdy as he did in III, which is also holding him back a bit, as I'd prefer him to be a part of the front-row wall-of-steel. Still, using the same gear as Klein and Klein's own iffy performance against bosses means he'll probably push through for the 5th or maybe 6th's Stratum bosses.

Kagura the Ninja - Brought in for a bit during the 4th stratum, when I was wondering if I was overlevelled, as upon first arriving, I was seeing yellow FOEs. I don't think I was. She actually served pretty decently in random encounters, essentially being able to mass-sleep an entire wave of enemies, which came in major handy, as the 4th just loves throwing 4+ enemies at you at once. Having her mother's (now retconned to being her sister, I guess) badass Katana to swap to definitely eased her entry into the group. Not material for FOEs, though; her overall damage output remained quite poor.

Kahna the Landsknecht - It's no secret that I'm a huge sucker for Landy's Links and especially Fencer's Chains as a primary form of team synergy. I'm seriously considering the possibility of running TWO Landsknechts; Coral on Shield Bashing debuff duty, and Kahna as a high-speed Linker. Truth is, Coral spends so much time with the shield keeping foes down, she has little time to lift herself up, and Landsknecht has no shortage of damage buffs, to boot.

#Etrian Odyssey #Etrian Odyssey Nexus #EON #EOX #EO #EO Nexus

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dr-jb · 7 years ago

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Here’s my first Bechloe fanfic. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m a bit rusty. Because of that, there’s bound to be mistakes. Be gentle with me, please? Okay, I’m done rambling. Enjoy, nerds!

The room is dark, still, as though she‘s the only one here. But she knows she isn’t. The rest of the Bellas are looking for her, hoping to take a shot at their captain. All of her senses are on high alert as she navigates the iridescent maze in front of her.

Beca wouldn’t be in this situation, or stupid getup for that matter, if it wasn’t for a certain redhead and her need for more team bonding. They literally just got back from the retreat four days ago. How much more bonding do they possibly need?!

Goddamnit, Chloe, Beca thinks to herself, taking a cautious step to her left before ducking down behind a massive pillar. Why laser tag?

The bonding exercise had started out relatively well and, actually, kinda fun. Something that surprised the short brunette.

It’s also something that didn’t last very long.

What was once a 5 vs. 5 battle is now the Bellas vs. Beca. Which is why she now finds herself scared shitless in a corner with bulky laser tag gear on and a whole lotta Bellas closing in on her.

A creak to her right her forces her to spin around, gun raised, eyes frantically searching for their target. But there’s nothing there. More importantly, there’s no one. She takes a steadying breath, attempting to calm her pounding heart.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She should’ve never agreed to this. But when Chloe has an idea, there’s no stopping her. Especially when she gives Beca the big ‘ol puppy eyes with those baby blues of hers.

She could never say no to Chloe.

Her eyes dart to her left then to her right and back again, watching for any signs of the Bellas. Still nothing. Not a peep.

How are they able to be fucking ghosts now, but they’re loud as all hell at 2 in the morning?! She thinks.

Footsteps and small giggle just to her left grab Beca’s attention. She’d know who that was anywhere.

Chloe.

Her lips curve upwards in a mischievous smirk. The fear she felt just a few seconds ago is gone, vanishing in an instant, and in its place is pure hunger. With a new surge of confidence, Beca leaves the comfort of her hiding spot and steps out into the open. A flash of neon red immediately catches her eye. So she follows it.

The smile never leaves her face as she inches closer and closer to her co-captain. As soon as Beca is in reach of Chloe, she does what any normal person would do during a game of laser tag... she pounces.

“Gotcha!”

Before Chloe can let out a squeal of surprise, she feels the weight of Beca at her back and a hand flies to her mouth, silencing her. Beca flips the redhead around so she faces her, then gently backs Chloe into a small opening, hand still on her mouth.

“Thought you could sneak up on me, huh? Well, give me your best shot, Beale,” Beca says in a low, intimidating voice, face mere inches from Chloe’s. She drops her hand from Chloe’s mouth to her upper arm, and waits for a response.

“Becs, it wasn’t me,” Chloe whispers. “Amy corralled the girls together and pitted them all against us. I’ve been trying to find you.”

“Wait. Are you — You mean I’ve been hiding like a coward this entire time when we could’ve been cowards together?”

Chloe scrunches her face in guilt. “Yeah... Sorry.”

“I’ve been scared out of mind, Chlo! We need to make a plan. Like now.” Chloe nods in agreement. “But what? At this point we’re probably surrounded.”

Beca grumbles a quick “shit” while glancing behind her to make sure they’re still alone. Beca turns back to Chloe, but what sight awaits her makes her stomach drop. Uh oh.

“What are you...?”

A bright red flash and a high-pitched sound come from Beca’s vest. She releases Chloe, mouth open, eyes wide with betrayal.

“You just shot me,” she gasps, looking down at her blinking vest before turning her gaze back up. “I-I don’t... um, what just happened?”

“You just got played!” Chloe cheers, arms raised in the air in victory.

Beca simply stares at the woman before her. “I — wh-what...l,” she stutters, searching for the right words but not finding any.

The smug, yet adorable, redhead before her is beaming. “Consider this payback.“

“Payback?! For what? What’d I’d do?”

With a shit-eating grin on her lips, Chloe takes a few steps forward so she’s now toe-to-toe with the brunette. She doesn’t speak right away, letting the silence wash over them as she sees the realization hit in Beca’s eyes when she figures it out. And it only makes Chloe smile that much more.

“You set all of this up as a way to get back at me for not telling you about the internship? Are you kidding me?!” Beca’s starting to get upset, and a bit pissed off if she’s being honest. “Dude, we literally talked about this less than a week ago. I thought things were cool?”

Chloe nods. “Oh, they are. I just wanted to give you a little taste of your own medicine.”

Beca rolls her eyes and doesn’t say anything as she begins to pace back and forth.

“Are you mad at me?” Chloe asks after what felt like minutes of grueling silence, when, in reality, it had only been like 10 seconds.

When Beca still doesn’t respond, Chloe shortens the distance between the two of them once again and tilts her head to the side to get the pouting woman to look at her.

“Hey,” the redhead says in a soft voice. “Look, I’m sorry I made you feel bad about the internship, and for putting you through all of this laser tag-team bonding stuff. I know it’s not your thing, and I’m sorry.” Chloe takes a deep breath, “Can... can we just call it even?” More silence greets her. “Please? Come on, don’t make me beg.”

When Beca’s blue eyes meet Chloe’s, she rewarded with a pretty adorable sight — Chloe’s got her bottom lip sticking out, eyes wide, in her best pouty face. It makes Beca laugh.

“There it is. There’s that beautiful smile,” Chloe beams, clasping their hands with a single squeeze. “Forgive me?”

Beca nods with a sigh. “Only if you forgive me.”

“Deal!” She then brings her friend into a hug.

Beca smiles into the other woman’s shoulder, not ready to let go just yet. “And hey, thank you for this. It was ridiculous and I will never do it again. But ... thanks. I needed it more than I thought.”

The two pull apart, hands clasped together.

“Great way to relieve stress, huh?”Chloe asks, giving Beca’s hands a squeeze.

“It, uh, definitely helped me forget about the damn internship and worlds. But no. How was any of this not stressful? I’ve been running for my life for the last, oh — 50 minutes, while you and Amy and everybody hunted me down like a friggin’ dog.”

Chloe merely laughs at her friend’s dramatics. “Okay, A) we’ve only been playing for 15 minutes, you big baby. B) the girls all left about 10 minutes ago, so it’s just been the two of us in here. And C) just admit you had fun!”

She gives Beca a poke in the side for good measure. Then continues to do so until Beca caves.

“Okay, okay. If I admit it, what do I get in return?”

It’s meant to be playful and lighthearted, but oh, how the mood quickly shifts.

Chloe smirks, all smug and serious, and it makes Beca immediately regret asking the question. Her heart begins beating faster and louder in her chest as the distance becomes basically non-existent between the two of them.

The air is thick, making it harder for Beca to breathe. She audibly gulps, watching with wide eyes as Chloe takes agonizing step by step until they’re chest-to-chest.

The bulky laser tag gear clanks at the contact, but neither woman is paying any attention to that.

No. Their sole focus is on each other, and more specifically, on each other’s mouths.

Chloe slowly, oh so slowly, brings her face right up to Beca’s, and smirks inwardly as she feels the younger woman tense up. Her mouth is now at Beca’s ear, and the hot air from her breath sends tingles down her spine.

Finally, finally, Chloe talks.

“Oh, Mitchell. I’m not sure you’d be able to handle it if you tried.” Well, fuck, Beca thinks. As soon as Chloe pulls back, Beca’s hands fly up and hold her still. “Wait,” she breathes.

Now it’s Chloe’s turn to freeze.

“Try me,” Beca says, doing her best to keep her voice as level as possible.

It’s all the invitation Chloe needs, and soon, their mouths are pressed together, moving and dancing as they kiss for the first time.

Beca kisses Chloe back with all of the want and lust that’s coursing through her veins. Her hands grip the other woman’s hips in a vice lock, tugging her closer – like that was even possible.

They eventually pull apart, both breathless as they open their eyes and stare at one another in amazement.

Holy shit.

Beca feels her mouth curving upward in a smile that matches Chloe’s. It’s takes her a moment to get her heart rate under control, but then she says, “Okay, I’ll admit that that was fun... I’m still a little iffy on the whole laser tag part though.”

Her comment makes Chloe laugh. “You’re impossible,” she chuckles.

Beca, feeling bold, yanks Chloe back to her and whispers in her ear, “Am I? Why don’t you prove me wrong then, Beale?”

Beca plants a brief kiss on her lips then walks away, leaving a flustered Chloe behind. Only, she doesn’t get very far because her vest suddenly flashes, signaling she’s been shot... again.

Son of a–

Turning in a whirlwind, she finds that Chloe is no longer there. “It’s so on! You’re gonna regret that, Chlo!”

“I highly doubt that!” She hears somewhere in the maze, only to be followed by, “You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come find me?”

“Oh, I’m gonna do so much more than that,” she calls back, tightly gripping the plastic gun as she sets off in search of the feisty, hot redhead.

Maybe laser tag wasn’t so bad after all...

Annnd there you have it, folks. Like I said before, this was the first time I’ve written a fic in a very long time -- I’m talking years here -- so go easy on me.

Much love, DR-JB

#bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #dr-jb #fanfic #laser tag

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sapphicscholar · 7 years ago

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Prompt for a Lena/Alex body swap from a few anons, @lurkz, @iamdeltas, and someone else here a while back (and apologies for only now getting to it…the queue is too damn long! But I made it nice and long to make up for the delay)

A/N: I’m putting the full text here, but I’d love it if you’d come let me know your thoughts (if you have them) in the comments too! It’s always fun getting to interact with you all there! Also, if you go there, you can catch my fun nerd notes which, let me tell you, they got historical today

Chapter Text:

“How was your day, babe?” Maggie called out to Alex over the sound of rice noodles sizzling in the wok for dinner.

“Good. Little tired, but it was actually a lot of fun.”

“You hung out with your people all day. Of course you had fun, Danvers.”

“What do you mean ‘my people’?” Alex asked, pulling two beers out of the fridge and helping to get the table set for dinner.

“You, Lena, and Winn? I mean nerds, duh,” Maggie answered with a laugh, clicking off the burner.

“Are you trying to imply that you, Maggie Sawyer, Science Division Detective and not-so-secret sci-fi connoisseur, are not a nerd?”

“Well that depends, are we talking a nerd when compared to the general population? Then yes. Compared to you three? Not a chance.”

Alex just rolled her eyes as she handed over the bowls for Maggie to fill. “Whatever, you’ll always be my nerdy girlfriend.”

“And sexy. Can’t forget that part.”

“Mm, you know I never forget that part.” Alex made a show of checking out Maggie and winked when she caught her gaze.

“Like I said: nerd. But anyway, did Lena get the headset things working?”

“Um, sort of? We lost Winn as a test subject after a particularly nasty first round of testing.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, we all got a different VR headset to test to get the basic levels established, and I guess Winn happened to get one that was from an earlier round of beta testing when they hadn’t quite worked out some of the kinks.”

“Oh god, he’s not hurt is he?” Even if Winn could be a pain in the ass and nearly killed each and every member of their friend group over the two or three times he tried to play pool, she’d come to think of him as family. Plus, it was nice to have someone else who understood what it was like to have family members go from being normal, everyday fixtures of your life to estranged figures, to have them in that limbo zone of still alive but no longer a loved one—a kind of absent presence that made itself known in memories and bad dreams and panic attack-induced thoughts.

“No! No, no,” Alex rushed to reassure her. “He just got, uh, pretty motion sick. We left him with a trash can and a bottle of Gatorade while we finished up the rest of the day.”

Maggie grimaced at the image. “Right, so anyway, how did the rest of the tests go? I assume you fared better?”

“That I did. It’s still not doing everything Lena wants it to do, but the body sensors work really well, and obviously the vision and sound parts are communicating, so she was able to see and hear as if she were really me. When it came to feeling what I felt…things got a little iffy. The last test seemed better. I don’t know exactly what it was, but she and Winn had been working on something using alien tech we recovered from the last Cadmus raid.”

“That sounds promising!”

“Yeah, definitely! If we can do another round of testing where we don’t end up with a second Winn situation, Lena said we could do a big group beta test with the DEO recruits for some of their training—give them a decent simulation of being in the field without actually putting their lives at risk the first few times.”

“That’s great, babe. I’m glad you finally got over your whole ‘I don’t trust Luthors’ thing enough to work with Lena.”

“It wasn’t just that she was a Luthor,” Alex huffed.

“True,” Maggie conceded, “you don’t trust anyone who gets close to your baby sister. But still, you seemed to hold onto the Lena thing a bit longer.”

“I just…she seemed to be trying to get so close to Kara, you know? Like there was something more going on. Who picks their friends that fast?”

Maggie bit her tongue, figuring now wasn’t the time to point out that she didn’t think Lena was really angling toward just friendship. No reason to make Alex suspicious of Lena again when she was finally warming up to the woman…at least, not until Maggie had more concrete proof. She could have sworn she once saw the two of them leave one of Lena’s galas together and come back almost half an hour later giggling with smudged lipstick, but then again, she’d been a little distracted that night. After all, Alex had been in that navy dress she wore the first time they went undercover, and this time she didn’t need to feel guilty about appreciating every inch of it.

“But how was your day?” Alex asked, turning her attention back to Maggie.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Maggie went over her day. She’d taken advantage of her rare Sunday off to catch up on some of her errands and call a few of her friends from back in Gotham, then she’d settled in with a book to do a little bit of reading for fun—something she hadn’t taken the time to do in ages.

But of course talking about reading had brought the conversation around to some of the “required LGBTQ reading” Maggie had given Alex back when they first got together, which may or may not have included a few books with more…risqué passages, or at least they’d seemed that way to a young Maggie. And talking about some of the reading Alex had apparently finally gotten around to during her week of mandated medical leave after she got thrown against the wall one too many times during a fight, leaving her with some rather impressive sized bruises, inevitably brought the conversation back around to the content of those books, which eventually led them to the sofa and, after a few slightly uncomfortable minutes of maneuvering, back to their bed.

---

The next morning, Alex rolled over, pulling the sheets up over her head to block out the sunlight streaming in through the windows. She could have sworn they’d closed the blinds, but then again, last night had ended in a bit of a blur with clothes strewn across the bedroom floor and their lead-lined box of toys being dragged out from under the bed. Judging by the empty bed, Alex reasoned, Maggie must have gotten up early, maybe pulling them open to try to lure Alex out of bed. Of course, it wasn’t working. But it was a decent effort.

“Morning!” an all too chipper voice suddenly rang out.

“Kara?” Alex squeaked, patting herself down, grateful to find she’d apparently thrown on clothes after their nighttime adventures.

“I brought breakfast!”

As much as she’d wanted to sleep in a little longer, Alex wouldn’t say no to free breakfast…so she pulled back the sheets and finally forced her eyes open. It was all a bit blurry, but it quickly became apparent that she was in Kara’s apartment. “How’d I get here?”

“Were you really that tired after all the tests yesterday?” Kara asked with a light laugh. “I know you got in late, but I thought you’d remember cuddling, at least, even if you did pass out on me pretty quickly…”

“But…no, I was with Maggie,” Alex reasoned, trying to force her brain to work when it all still felt so foggy, like things just weren’t quite connecting. And god, why was everything still so blurry?

“Oh, did Maggie come get Alex?”

“I am Alex.”

With a furrow of her eyebrows and a burst of superspeed, Kara threw the covers away, assessing the person in her bed in a show of mock objectivity. “I can declare conclusively that you are not. I’m gonna go ahead and say you are Lena, and I think I have an intimate enough knowledge to give that conclusion with 100% certainty.”

“No, Kara, it’s me. Your sister. What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jesus, where the fuck are my glasses? Or Lena’s glasses? Jesus fuck, is this woman blind?”

Looking much more concerned than she had earlier, Kara handed over Lena’s glasses and pulled back slightly, reaching for her phone to text Alex—the real Alex? Or was this really her sister?

“Well fuck me, you’re right,” Alex declared, looking down at herself—or rather, not herself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this really is Lena’s body. But it’s me, Alex.”

“No, no no no. That can’t be right. You basically destroyed that body swap thing, didn’t you?” It had been good fun while it lasted, but J’onn and Alex had played the responsible parents and taken it away before anything serious could go wrong.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that. But, shit, I think…did Lena say what alien tech she was using to get the headsets to work? She said something about basically being able to inhabit another person’s body, and I’m starting to think maybe we should’ve taken that warning literally.”

“Um, let me call her!” And in a flurry of motion, Kara hit send on Lena’s number, groaning when her phone rang from her purse by the door.

“Shit, try my number,” Alex groaned, rubbing at Lena’s forehead. “Wait a second!” she yelled out, suddenly more than a little alert. “Why is Lena in your bed? And why did that not surprise you?

“Hmm?” Kara hummed, avoiding eye contact and trying to busy herself with the phone, even though it was just ringing through with no answer.

“Kara!”

---

Lena woke up to the sound of someone cursing and the faint noise of a phone vibrating somewhere in the apartment. For a moment she panicked, wondering if Alex had let herself in (again) and she’d need to hide out in Kara’s room until the woman finally found the right time to tell her sister that they’d started dating.

Lena threw out an arm to get her glasses from the nightstand only to find they weren’t where she normally left them. Blinking her eyes open, she looked over to find thick black tape and handcuffs, immediately shooting up as panic took over. Her thoughts spiraled: Was I kidnapped? Are they going to torture me? This isn’t Kara’s bed. Where am I? Why am I naked? Wait, those are definitely not my boobs.

“Babe, you look like you saw a ghost,” Maggie laughed, watching as Alex patted herself down, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she regarded their nightstand, which was still covered with a few of the toys left out from the night before.

“Maggie…” Lena trailed off, quickly putting the pieces together. “I’m in Alex’s body, aren’t I?” Apparently the alien tech hadn’t been quite as harmless as the first round of testing made it seem.

Nearly tripping over her feet in her haste to get to her gun, Maggie drew her weapon, pointing it at whatever imposter was currently in her bed. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.

“Well now, isn’t this familiar. Gonna arrest me with those nice leather cuffs this time?” Lena drawled.

“What?”

“It’s me, Lena. Something must have gone wrong with the testing yesterday. I…well, I should have guessed that mother wouldn’t have any technology that wasn’t able to be weaponized in the worst of ways. Now, would you pass me a shirt? I understand it’s your fiancée’s body, but I assume you don’t want me staring at it.”

“Right,” Maggie said hesitantly, throwing a shirt in Alex—no, Lena’s direction. “How do I know it’s really you?”

“You tried to arrest me.”

“That’s in my file. Lots of people know that.”

“After incorrectly arresting me, you showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine as an apology, but I told you I understood you were just doing your job. And then after a few glasses each, you told me to be careful about dragging a Danvers sister out of the closet and said you wished you had been a little gentler about it.”

Lowering her gun, Maggie nodded slowly, trying to wrap her head around it. Sure, for a bit it seemed like the Superfriends were swapping bodies every other week, but J’onn and Alex had put an end to it pretty quickly. “So…how did this happen?”

“Did Alex tell you about the VR headsets?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I suspect that the technology I used did more than just allow us to experience the world as the other did when the headsets were activated. There appear to have been some…aftereffects.”

“You can say that again.” After a moment, Maggie added, “We should probably try to get in touch with Alex.”

“Funny story…”

“What? Is Alex about to freak out about something?”

“She’ll be waking up in Kara’s bed,” Lena replied matter-of-factly, though Maggie guessed there was likely some sense of nervousness about how the overprotective big sister would react.

“Oh good. I’m sure that’s just the way she wanted to find out about you banging her baby sister. Also, rude, Luthor. I thought we had a nice bonding experience over the Danvers girls.”

“First of all, she’s not going to wake up stark naked handcuffed to the bed.”

“You weren’t handcuffed to the bed,” Maggie interjected. “Everyone knows you don’t leave someone like that overnight. Aftercare is important.”

“Fine, yes, healthy kink, whatever. Point is: I woke up to the sight of a handcuffs and bondage tape and a dozen sex toys scattered around the bed. She’ll wake up in full pajamas to a half-eaten box of donuts.”

“Really? No morning fun?”

“We just got together,” Lena sighed, dropping her head into her hands. “We hadn’t told anyone yet.”

“Well….guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?”

“It would seem so.”

---

A few phone calls later, Alex found herself in the backseat of an all-black SUV with tinted windows she’d been assured were bulletproof sitting next to herself. Or, well, Lena in her body. Because that was so very clearly the kind of prim posture learned in private boarding schools and etiquette courses and somehow maintained during years of intensive lab work that should have given her the same kind of slouch Alex found herself sinking into after long hours hunched over microscopes and specimens.

“Where are we going?” Alex asked.

“To my apartment and then to L-Corp.”

“Can’t we just go to L-Corp first? I’d rather get this fixed before you get your favorite coat or whatever it is we’re doing,” Alex grumbled.

“We’re getting you a change of clothing.”

“Are you kidding me?” Alex growled, spinning over to face Lena and trying to ignore the odd jolt she felt in her gut every time she had to see her own face reflected back at her.

“No, it is not to become public knowledge that Lena Luthor is not herself, let alone that she is now in the body of an agent employed by a covert government organization meant to keep the world safe from hostile aliens. And that means not showing up to work in the same outfit I wore the day before. I need to look as though I still care about my appearance as much as befits a CEO of an international, multi-billion dollar corporation.”

Clenching her jaw, Alex struggled to come up with a retort to that reasoning, settling instead on her other reasons for being annoyed: “So when were you going to tell me that you’re sleeping with my little sister?”

“I…” Lena paused, wishing she had gotten an opportunity to speak to Kara before getting in a moving vehicle with Alex, to find out what the woman already knew and what might come as an unpleasant surprise. “It’s new. Kara wanted to tell you on her own, and I wasn’t going to try to tell her the right time to do that.”

“Well, I know now.”

“Yes, yes, I suppose you do.”

Alex wished she hadn’t gotten to know Lena as well as she had over the past few months of game nights, hadn’t seen her fighting to prove her innocence, hadn’t watched her save the world even when it meant putting her own life on the line. Because knowing what she did, she found it was significantly more difficult to tell the woman to stay away from her sister. Of course, she still found it within herself to manage a few vague threats about what she could and would do if she ever hurt Kara, but they could both tell that her heart wasn’t in them, that she hadn’t quite taken the same gleeful pleasure in it that she had while threatening James—not that Kara had let him stick around long enough for those threats to ever be realized.

But Lena nodded, her eyes flashing with understanding. “I’d never hurt her. There’s more goodness in her than anyone I know, and I won’t be the one to ruin that.”

“Good.”

They rode the rest of the way in a silence that was only slightly uncomfortable, finally pulling up outside of Lena’s apartment building and being whisked up to the top floor before any paparazzi with nothing better to do than wait outside on the off shot that “the Luthor” would walk by could snap a photo of Lena in the same clothes she wore the day before with some mystery woman beside her.

When Lena followed Alex into the bedroom, Alex rounded on her. “I think I can pick out an outfit.”

Biting back a smirk, Lena reasoned, “You wear a uniform every day, Agent Danvers.”

“Not at home.”

“Oh really? Skinny jeans plus dark colored top plus leather jacket isn’t its own uniform?”

Alex just grumbled, muttering under her breath about being perfectly capable of finding clothing. But she stepped back to allow Lena to get into a closet that seemed to stretch back indefinitely and watched as she quickly pulled out a pencil skirt, a blouse, a blazer, a bra, underwear, and heels in the time it might have taken Alex to simply find the light switch.

“Just put these on, and we’ll deal with hair and makeup next.”

Stripping off the clothes Kara had handed to her that morning, Alex turned her attention to the outfit that had been left for her. Trying not to look too closely at her sister’s girlfriend’s body, she quickly pulled on underwear and reached for the bra, struggling slightly when she realized the damn contraption was more like lingerie than the utilitarian sports bras she threw on each morning, but eventually she managed. Sure, maybe she’d missed a hook or two, but she figured it could hold and make do. She pulled on the pencil skirt next, wondering how in the world the woman had ever found it in herself to run in something like this, let alone rush for a gun and shoot a man while wearing it. But when she reached for the blouse, she realized it had buttons in the back. After a few failed attempts, Alex finally called out: “Luthor!”

“You bellowed?” Lena drawled, arching an eyebrow at Alex and looking distinctly un-Alex-like.

“Why the hell do you own something that buttons in the back?”

“It’s designer.”

“It’s impractical.”

“It’s very in style,” Lena countered with a shrug. “Now turn around and let me help you.”

“Don’t look,” Alex huffed.

“Really? It’s my body. And if you were actually that modest, maybe you should have put on clothes before going to bed.”

Lena smirked at the bright red flush that crept up her neck, taking Alex’s silence as an opportunity to undo all the crisscrossed buttons and fix them before handing over the blazer to complete the look. Guiding Alex over to a chair, she quickly pulled her hair back into a tight bun, explaining that she didn’t have time to do anything more, then handing over lipstick and mascara, figuring she’d seen the agent in makeup enough times to assume she’d be more proficient at that than she was at buttoning up couture.

---

Once they arrived at L-Corp, Lena ordered one of the labs to be emptied of employees for her use all day, though she hoped it wouldn’t take quite so long, and quickly called Winn to have him inform J’onn and come over to help with as much information as he could find on the origins of the alien tech they’d used.

“Ms. Luthor,” Jess’ voice rang out from the doorway. “I know you said no interruptions, but you do have the R&D meeting in ten minutes. I can clear your schedule for the rest of the day if you’d like.”

Glancing over at Lena, Alex saw her nodding yes and turned back to Jess. “Yes, please do cancel the rest of my meetings, Jess…ica.”

Lena tried not to bang her head against the wall at Alex’s odd attempts at sounding as formal as she apparently thought Lena was at all times.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to move your meeting down here?”

“No, no,” Alex shook her head, glancing at Lena to gauge the appropriate responses. “It will be fine as is.” After a pause she added, “That will be all.”

Jess gave her an odd look but left with a small nod.

“Jessica? Really?” Lena huffed, looking beyond exasperated.

“I don’t know! It sounded more formal!”

“Her name is Jess!”

“Ugh, noted.”

“Now, the R&D meeting should really just be updates on ongoing projects. You should be well-versed enough with most of the science to get through it all, but don’t worry too much about speaking up. The meeting is more a formality than anything else. And, I assume you’ll understand, but this is all confidential information.”

“I think I understand what confidential means.”

“I had to say it, just like you had to tell me about what knowing Kara’s secret meant…over and over and over again.”

“Fine, fine,” Alex relented, allowing herself to be led to the door and pointed in the direction of Lena’s office for the meeting.

“Oh! Wait!” Lena called after Alex, gesturing for her to come within whispering distance.

“Yes?”

“Just, um, if you could cross your legs at the ankles when you sit, or at least keep them together—I don’t exactly…sprawl the way you do.”

Alex pursed her lips and glared but nodded anyway.

---

Sitting behind Lena’s desk was quite the experience. Alex had taken a few moments just to appreciate the view from the balcony before returning to a chair that she suspected cost more than she wanted to know. As she sank into it, she made a point of trying to straighten her back in a way that was less like the rigid, military posture she’d adapted at the DEO and more like the powerful CEO poses she’d seen in photos of both Lena and Cat Grant. Eventually she settled for just not slouching and crossing her ankles the way Lena had instructed.

“Ms. Luthor?” Jess called out a few minutes later, poking her head in the door.

“Yes, Jess?”

“R&D is here. Shall I send them in?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

She stood and greeted the team, hoping none of them expected her to know their names, then sat back down as they began their presentation. For a while, she stayed quiet, simply doing as Lena had instructed her, but during their presentation on the second ongoing project Alex couldn’t help but interject: “Excuse me, could you go back a slide?”

“Of course, Ms. Luthor.”

“Right, so, how’d you come to that conclusion on the third line? How were you able to make the assumption that your sensor would be adaptive, even to alien weaponry.”

Alex listened as they spoke, but couldn’t help herself from jumping in to correct their assumptions, hoping she wasn’t revealing anything from the DEO in the process but knowing that L-Corp’s product would be doomed if they didn’t take certain precautions and build in algorithms that could be programmed and updated remotely without a full system reboot. As she spoke, she tried to smile more, tried to remember to keep her ankles and knees together, tried to keep from striding across the room and surveying their work with her hands on her hips. She suspected she hadn’t completely nailed the Lena Luthor look, but the R&D team seemed too preoccupied with her corrections to care about the odd behaviors, and, with a final promise to bring her back better results next week, they were off.

By the time she made it back downstairs, Winn and Lena were working side-by-side—Winn with a computer in his lap and Lena tinkering with one of the VR headsets.

“Hey,” Alex called out, not wanting to startle either of them.

“How was the meeting?” Lena asked, her eyes never leaving the intricate wiring inside the headset.

“Uh, okay. I think I made some good suggestions that will make those sensors they were pitching a lot less likely to fail the first time a brand new weapon is introduced on the scene.”

That drew Lena’s attention away from her work. “Really? I’ve been trying to figure out how to get around the problem of only being able to input the existing data despite knowing it’s incomplete.”

“Yeah, you see,” but Alex paused, cutting herself off before she could go off on a long explanation. “Actually, let’s talk about this once we’re back in our own bodies. Also, I’m taking off these heels. My feet hurt.”

“We can’t all wear combat boots,” Lena sighed with a roll of her eyes. But she too brought her attention back to the problem at hand, giving Alex an overview of what they’d done so far.

---

After three failed attempts including one that had the world spinning around Alex, knocking her on her ass and leaving her dizzy and nauseated for nearly an hour, they finally made it back into their own bodies, though they were both still shaky enough from the tests to let Lena’s driver take them back home immediately, neither of them up for trying to stay at work any longer. Lena offered to have her driver drop Alex off at her own apartment where Maggie was waiting for her before going to Kara’s apartment where Kara had ordered pizza she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stomach just yet.

As they sat in the car, Lena squirmed slightly, feeling under her blazer. “Alex,” she began, reaching her fingers higher. “Did you even hook my bra?”

“Look, there were a lot more hooks than I’m used to, and I wasn’t trying to stare at your chest for hours while I figured it out!”

Lena just laughed, shaking her head at Alex’s defensiveness. “You fixed my advanced biotechnology, but you couldn’t figure out how to hook a bra…”

“I can unhook them, and isn’t that the skill that really matters?”

“Well played,” Lena commended Alex, wondering if it was Maggie’s influence showing.

As they pulled up in front of Alex’s building, Alex turned to Lena. “As a reminder, she’s my baby sister. Hurt her and face my wrath.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Lena sighed. “Oh and Alex?” she called out with a wicked smirk as Alex was swinging her legs out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Play safe with those handcuffs!”

#supergirl #fanfic #body swap #alex danvers #lena luthor #sanvers #supercorp #kara danvers #maggie sawyer #winn schott #alex x maggie #kara x lena #crack #prompt fill #ao3feed

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dramallamadingdang · 7 years ago

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Replies!

A bunch o’ them. Some are old because I’ve been bad. :(

For @getmygameon, @penig, @shaonharryandpannisim, @didilysims, @pensblr, @esotheria-sims, @celebkiriedhel, @leavealight-on, @sim-boo, @cedanyblee, @holleyberry, annnnnnd @clericalrodent...

Omg a pregnant sim that knows how to feed themselves. Its going to snow o.o

I dunno, all my Sims take pretty good care of themselves in terms of filling their own motives as well as gaining skill points. It’s probably because of the mods I have that nuke a portion of the behaviors they can engage in, so that they are more directed towards things that actually do something for them. Also, I’ve made lots of objects have autonomous interactions, so it keeps them busy and happy. :) Of course, it makes things like Asylum Challenges a little less fun, but I generally prefer to have Sims that I don’t have to micromanage, as I’m mostly a hands-off sort of player.

penig replied to your photoset “Cherry, nesting. In her pajamas-that-are-really-underwear. (I really...”

Sounds like a useful, fulfilling life to me. I wouldn't want it, myself. But somebody should.

It’s a good life for a Popularity Sim, I think. Cherry’s Romance/Popularity, but she’s always been more interested in the popularity-type things than the romance-type things. Well, except for woohoo, but she’s perfectly happy to keep that within the triad.

shaonharryandpannisim replied to your photo “Mars the wee puppy grew into Mars the great big hairy...”

You always get the best Pets !! Look at the cute ball of floof

He is very floofy! And I dunno, I tend to get fugly dogs, at least those that are game-generated and not the “premade” ones in the adoption bin. Cute cats, fugly dogs. Poor dogs. This one’s not so fugly, at least.

didilysims replied to your post “*sigh*”

Doesn't help that tumblr takes a lot of internet juice to run! My poor shoddy internet doesn't like it much, and some days refuses to load everything, though other sites will run fine. I feel your pain.

Yeah, all those pics and GIFs and stuff to load can really gum up the works. I’m used to it being slow in Colorado, where the only option available is really, really crappy DSL. It’s cheap and it’s the only option for the moment, so it’s not really worth complaining about. But here in CA, where we’ve been for over a year now, we have that fiberoptic jazz, and it’s usually really, really fast and it’s expensive. So, when you pay a lot for fast internet, you expect it to be...Well, fast. All the time. :) But apparently they were doing something the past couple days and I guess they’re done because it’s back to normal now. :)

pensblr replied to your photoset “For the anon who requested them, here’s the mangled version of Spaik’s...”

Still loving your hi-res textures on...all the things. Thank you!

You’re welcome! I still worry that it’ll be pushing it too much...but then I remember that most of the converted stuff from other games is high-res/high-poly, and since I don’t have very much of that stuff AND I don’t have an unreasonable amount of hi-res custom hair, either, I’m figuring I, at least, can go sort of hog-wild with objects and walls/floors. Not so sure about everyone else, though...

esotheria-sims replied to your photoset “For the anon who requested them, here’s the mangled version of Spaik’s...”

*snags* Your hi-res recolors will be the death of me...

I promise to say nice things at your funeral. ;)

celebkiriedhel replied to your post “*sigh*”

More importantly - check your ping - it might be that one of the networks may be struggling. Its worth talking to your internet provider to see.

Yeah, the hubbo called them. It’s his job to do phone things, since I hate talking on phones. Apparently, they were doing something or something was down (I kind of tuned out all the technobabble that I don’t understand), but it’s fixed now. YAY! I’m just glad it wasn’t a problem on our end.

getmygameon replied to your photo “Pop! (I love her OMGWTF?! face.)”

More like a 'no! I just bought this! Damnit I knew I shouldn't have had that extra cinnamon roll last night!' Face XD

Heh. Yeah, pregnancy bumps AND getting fat both kinda happen very suddenly to Sims. Like, 0 to 60 in 0.1 seconds. :) I imagine it might be hard to know which is which, at first. “Am I pregnant? Or am I just fat?” Then again, all the barfing should be a clue to them, I’d think...

leavealight-on replied to your photo “Aaron barged in to hog the piano.”

Apologies if you've already been asked this, but where are those curtains from? They're gorgeous :)

They are a recolor I have of the Holy Simoly “Simply Elegant” curtains. I’m sorry to say that I have no idea who made that particular recolor or where it might be found since I have hundreds of recolors of those things, gathered over years. I’m sorry! But I agree they’re nice. But then, orange IS one of my favorite colors. :)

sim-boo replied to your post “And of course the next morning, Amelia rolled up the usual...”

I like how its not like "I WANT THIS PERSON TO DIE" cause that would be too direct instead they just imply it

I imagine the people who do the game ratings might be a little iffy on Sims outright wishing death on people. :) But it is still pretty much the same thing. Even more vicious is wanting them to be eaten by a cowplant so that the pissed-off Sim can drink their life essence. Yow!

didilysims replied to your photoset “New lots! Captioned.”

They look so cool with their Lot Adjuster adjustedness. (And even without--pretty snazzy buildings.)

Thanks! I’m in love with the Lot Adjuster a little bit. So many cool things you can do with it! I wish Mootilda was still with us, so that I could thank her more for all of her utilities for the game. :(

cedanyblee replied to your photoset “Here are @nimitwinklesims‘s horizonless skies, edited to be compatible...”

That's the sims 2?! Whaaaa- so pretty. ��

It is indeed TS2! Completely unedited pics, too. With all of the stuff that’s been made for the game in the past couple of years, particularly the stuff that affects neighborbood view, I think it’s the prettiest game of the four. But, I could be a wee bit biased. ;)

holleyberry replied to your post “*is contemplating building a custom uni* *is probably insane* *has...”

Yes! There are so many things you can do in this game.

I know! There are so many things that I STILL haven’t done, even though I’ve been playing for almost 10 years. And I see people saying, “Oh, I’m so bored with the game!” and I’m like...how? How can you be? You can do literally ANYTHING with it! Boredom is not possible! I mean, I can see being bored with a particular family or even a particular neighborhood. But with the game as a whole? Not possible.

penig replied to your photo “These two barged in and…um… Well, he’s always admired her at her pool...”

And she needs to get on with her life. No one can mourn forever.

This is true. But seriously, does she need to get on with her life with her brother-in-law??? Because, judging by her wants, she really, really wants to. But A) I’m not sure I wanna go there. I mean, I’m perfectly OK with doing in the game some things that freak other people out, but...I dunno, for me that’s pushing it. And B) Simon doesn’t seem to feel the same. Yeah, he’ll mess with her if they’re together, but he doesn’t roll wants for her. Probably because for him, she’s just one of many.

clericalrodent replied to your photo “Owen is just slightly kitty-obsessed. As in, he pretty much does...”

Ooh, you should totally get some custom kitties to spice up the genetics game.

I might, if I do more breeding. As it is, I’m happy with just what the game generates. Same as I am with Sims, for that matter. Once in a blue moon I’ll download a Sim, but generally I’m happy with what my game generates.

#getmygameon #penig #shaonharryandpannisim #didilysims #pensblr #esotheria-sims #celebkiriedhel #leavealight-on #sim-boo #cedanyblee #holleyberry #clericalrodent #replies

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kujo1597 · 7 years ago

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Actually, That Was a Good Thing

Four years.

Four years since the last visit.

Four years since the fire.

Four years since college.

A lot happened in four years.

It’s about time Angel got to really catch up.

You can also read this on Archive of Our Own.

Chapter 14

Peridot practically skipped her way through the airport.

An impressive feat for one without two feet.

Her dad finally got enough time off work to pay a visit. The last visit was right after the fire so Peridot wasn’t in a good place.

But now she was!

She eagerly looked for her dad and when she finally saw him her whole face lit up as she waved at an average height Asian man wearing a large sweater-vest and glasses with short receding black hair. He grinned large and lopsidedly and waved back.

Peridot and Angel briskly walked up to each other and hugged very tightly.

“I’m so so glad to see you,” Angel didn’t want to let go; the last time they went this long without seeing each other Peridot nearly died.

“It’s really great to see you too,” Peridot didn’t want to let go either.

But they had to eventually, they were in the way.

“Stars,” Angel took Peridot in. “You look so good. And I see you’re still rocking the mohawk.”

Peridot giggled. “Yep, I stopped for a little bit in college but I actually ended up missing it.”

“And you got a new piercing, that’s cool.”

“Thanks. So, we should pick up your stuff then load up the car.”

“Alright,” Angel firmly patted Peridot’s upper right arm.

She flinched slightly. “Ouch.”

As if a switch got flipped Angel went into ‘protective dad mode.’ “What happened?”

This actually took Peridot by surprise. “Nothing. I just recently got a tattoo so I’m a bit tender there.”

Angel’s expression immediately lightened. “A tattoo, huh? What is it of?”

“Um, well...” Peridot lightly blushed, “some UFOs. The one piloted by Mars People in Metal Slug, a generic retro UFO, and Cosmos, the Transformer in vehicle mode.”

Angel chuckled warmly. “I should have known. You’re always loved space and UFOs.”

They talked some more while picking up Angel’s luggage. Catching up, and enjoying there not being a crisis going on and their conversation continued as Peridot drove Angel to her home.

Feeling some staring Peridot glanced at Angel. “What?”

“Oh, sorry, I can’t stop looking at you,” Angel said. “I just can’t get over how well you look. You’ve healed so nicely and I like how you’re doing your hair now.”

“You’re just saying that because I was bald the last time you saw me,” Peridot had intended that to be humourous, but her red cheeks betrayed her.

“No,” Angel said with a chuckle. “I just think it looks nice, it suits you.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence before Angel spoke up again.

“I’m excited to meet Amethyst and Lapis.”

“And I’m excited for you to finally meet them,” Peridot grinned brightly. “Lapis has been doing very well lately so now’s a great time. And Amethyst has been so wonderful. Well, the only time she hasn’t been was after our fight.”

“Has it actually only been the one?” Angel was skeptical.

“Well, we have tiffles here and there, but every couple does; especially after dating for as long as we have.”

“But it’s mostly just small stuff, right?” Once again, Angel got protective.

“Yeah, just small stuff,” Peridot looked her dad in the eyes. “Don’t worry so much. I know what to look out for.”

“It’s not that simple, Peridot.”

“I know. I have a good network of support too so if, and this is a big if, Amethyst does end up being like that I should be able to get out of it.”

“I’m so sorry,” Angel sighed. “Ever since Jaune I worry constantly. I know I should trust your judgement.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s understandable. And I’m sure that after you meet Amethyst you’ll stop worrying.”

Angel thought, “Jaune didn’t set off any warning bells with me.” He instead said, “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll put my mind to rest.”

Another silence.

“Is Lapis still dumping all of her problems on you?” Angel spoke firmly. “You said she’s doing well but I still worry.”

“Nah, seeing a psychiatrist helped cut down on that. And I’m being more firm and not dropping everything to be there for her.” Peridot laughed. “It’s actually kind of hard for me sometimes. But it’s better for the both of us.”

Angel nodded approvingly.

He was proud of his daughter for managing to build healthier relationships.

Maybe one day he could too...

Peridot pulled into the driveway and smiled when she saw Max looking out the window. She made sure to point him out to her dad.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Peridot cooed.

“Yes, he is,” Angel said, amused.

The door opened and Lapis came out. Angel took a look at her. Her blue hair, myriad of piercings (the most recent being snake bite piercings), and her water witch half-sleeve tattoo.

As okay as he is with Peridot’s body mods Angel can’t help feeling a bit iffy about people with a ton of piercings.

He offered his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Angel.”

“Lapis,” she shook his hand. “But you already knew that.” She noticed Peridot pulling luggage out of the trunk. “Peridot! Wait a sec so I can help you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” Peridot called from the car.

Lapis quickly walked up to Peridot with Angel following.

“Seriously, you know you’re supposed to ask for help,” Lapis scolded Peridot.

“Not all the time,” Peridot’s annoyance was clear. “We also need to work on our codependency issues.”

“Codependency issues...” Lapis rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’s a problem. But so’s your being a control freak.”

Angel unloaded some of his luggage as Lapis and Peridot argued.

“Oh dad,” Peridot turned her attention away from Lapis. “Sorry, we’re trying to talk more and I got wrapped up in it.”

It didn’t quite sound like a conversation to Angel but Peridot and Lapis seem fine so he left it alone.

“It’ll be easier if the three of us brought my luggage in,” Angel said; he saw Peridot about to protest. “Guests can help out too dear.”

Lapis snickered. “Dear?” Peridot looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “It’s just funny. You look like a punk and your dad still calls you ‘dear.’”

“Ha,” Peridot barked a laugh. “Look who’s talking.”

They continued their usual light-hearted back-and-forth as they carried Angel’s luggage into the house.

After he got settled in Peridot office-slash-guest room Angel joined Lapis and Peridot in the living room.

Max ran up to him wagging his tail like crazy.

“Stars, what an excited pup,” Angel had a huge goofy grin on his face as he tried to pet the wiggly little furball. “Yes, hello. I know, I’m new.”

The parent and child both giggled. Lapis looked between the two a bit puzzled by the lack of a resemblance.

After the excitement was over Peridot left to make tea. Angel turned to Lapis.

“Thank you for giving Peridot a home.”

“Whatever, I needed a roommate,” Lapis brushed it off.

But Angel didn’t buy it. “Even so, I am grateful.”

“She’s a good person,” in a rare moment of sincerity Lapis added, “I appreciate her. She’s really helped me out.”

“And I think in some weird way you’ve helped her too.”

“It’s literally the least I could do.”

In that moment they felt a sense of comradery.

Angel didn’t really get how, but he knew their odd bickering was actually a good thing.

The next evening Peridot was fixing her hair in the mirror. Her, Angel, and Amethyst were going to have a nice dinner together.

“Want help?” Lapis offered.

“Yes, please.”

“I don’t get why you fuss over your hair when you’re just going out with your dad and Amethyst,” Lapis half-heartedly complained while playing around with Peridot’s hair.

“I just like to look nice when I eat out and have no idea what to do with it,” Peridot replied. “I actually don’t know whether or not to leave my industrial in either.”

“Well,” Lapis started working a comb through Peridot’s locks, “I always leave all my piercings in. But I also don’t give a shit.”

“True,” Peridot gave it some thought. “Yeah, I think I’ll leave it in. Give my outfit a bit of a casual touch.”

“Do you want your bald spot covered or exposed? I’m combing your hair to one side.”

“Exposed.”

“Alright,” Lapis put product into Peridot’s hair then started up the hairdryer. “I’m giving it some height too. Y’know to ‘balance out your long face.’”

Peridot hissed in pain. “Watch the heat.”

“Oops,” Lapis repositioned the dryer. “Forgot about that.”

After a few minutes of working on Peridot’s hair, combing it over, adding volume, curling the bottom forward a bit, and fluffing the back out, Lapis was done.

“This looks really nice,” Peridot inspected her new ‘do. “Thank you.”

“No prob,” Lapis ran her fingers over the large burn on Peridot’s head. “Have I ever told you it’s awesome how you don’t cover this thing up? Most people would.”

“I’ve actually grown to like it,” Peridot fixed a couple out of place hairs. “It’s hard to imagine myself without it.”

“Yeah, even after seeing old photos of you I just can’t imagine you looking any other way.”

Peridot looked in the mirror some more. “I’m debating wearing those star plugs Amethyst got me.”

Angel happened to be walking by. “I know it’d make me happy to see my girlfriend wearing the earrings I got her.” He smiled warmly. “You’re looking very handsome by the way.”

“Thanks,” Peridot played with the untucked part of her light green dress shirt. “You look nice too.”

Angel was just wearing a simple powder-blue dress shirt, dark green tie, and black dress pants. “Thank you.”

“You’re right too, I should wear the jewelry Amethyst got me,” Peridot fixed her black waistcoat and rolled her sleeves up then put her plugs in. “I don’t wear these often enough.”

“They look nice. So, you ready to head out?”

“Yep,” Peridot replied with a smile. She turned to Lapis. “Don’t forget to eat, and don’t forget to feed Max.”

“Okay, I got it,” Lapis said as she walked Peridot to the door. “Don’t worry so much; you leave us alone all the time.”

“I know but-”

It was at this point Lapis pushed Peridot out of the door. “Just have fun. And yes, I will call if anything happens.” She shoved Peridot’s cane into her hands.

“Alright, bye Lapis,” Peridot waved. “And bye Max, love you, bye.”

“Bye mo~m,” Lapis dragged out the ‘mom’ then closed the door.

This made Peridot splutter.

“Honestly,” she huffed.

Angel couldn’t hide his amusement.

Peridot took the wheel and off they went.

As they were walking towards the restaurant Peridot spotted the unmistakable sight of Amethyst in her usual nice purple sweater and slacks. She quickly ran up to catch her.

“Hey Peri,” Amethyst said. “You’re looking handsome. Love your hair, and the bowtie’s a really nice touch.”

“Thank you. And you’re gorgeous as always.”

The two hugged then kissed.

Angel had seen this exchange and the tender kiss between Peridot and Amethyst helped put his mind to ease.

He finally caught up with them. “I’m glad to meet you, I’m Angel.”

“Amethyst,” she shook his hand. “So uh, I didn’t expect a Spanish name, that’s really cool.”

“Oh,” It’s been a while since Angel was last asked about his name, he softly laughed. “My mother’s from the Philippines and even back then Tagalog names were considered old fashioned.” His laughter turned hearty as he patted Peridot on the shoulder. “Peridot definitely got her progressiveness from her grandma.”

Peridot giggled. “Dad.”

And now Amethyst better understood what Peridot meant when she called her dad embarrassing.

“You guys ready to head in?” Amethyst asked.

They walked and talked together.

“So Amethyst, how’s work?” Angel asked, a pretty standard subject.

“Same old, same old. Waiting tables doesn’t really change and I haven’t even had any funny customers yet. Tourist season is when those start showing up.” Amethyst didn’t miss a beat. “How ‘bout you?”

“Busy as always,” Angel replied. “My team’s about to make a breakthrough so we’re working around the clock.” His chuckle lacked amusement. “Kind of ironic how unhealthy a bunch of people in a medical field are.”

“So, wha’d’ya do?” Amethyst asked, intrigued.

“Peridot’s never said?” There was mild surprise in Angel’s voice. “I help develop advanced prosthetics.” He blushed. “I’ve always wanted to use my love of technology to help people and Peridot, inspired me.”

Amethyst couldn’t help glancing at Peridot whose prosthetic foot is as basic as they get.

As if she read Amethyst’s mind, Peridot responded. “My foot’s so simple because it’s cheap, and anyway, dad’s team is prioritizing arms and hands. It’s easier to live without a foot than it is to live without a hand.”

“Yeah,” Angel said with a sigh. “It’ll be a while before I can get something better for my daughter.”

“It’s okay,” Peridot reassured her dad. “I’m fine with what I have. It works. So focus on making better hands for those who need them.”

With a small feeling of guilt, Angel recovered. “You right. Sorry, for killing the mood.”

“Nah nah, don’t sweat it,” Amethyst smiled at Angel. “You’re doing good work. That was really cool to find out.”

Amethyst leaned on Peridot who giggled. “You know I’m not good at conversing.”

“You’re good at ‘conversing,’ just not great,” Amethyst stuck out her tongue.

As their exchange continued Angel signed in with the host.

It took a while for their waitress to lead them to their table.

“So where are you from, Amethyst?” Angel asked after everybody placed their drink orders.

“Kansas City,” Amethyst replied.

“Huh, moving to tiny little Beach City must’ve been quite the adjustment.”

“Um,” Amethyst looked away for a split second, “yeah. But hah, uh, I was happy to just have a roof over my head.” She cleared her throat. “Bein’ homeless for a couple years does that to ya.” Regret started to bubble up. “But hey, weren’t for that I wouldn’t have met Peri or made most of my friends or have Steven, so you know. It worked out.”

“Oh right, I think Peridot mentioned that. It’s how you met Pearl, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, her and Rose were going back to their hotel after watching a musical and I,” a quick glance down, “bumped into Pearl. She got all huffy. But Rose took one look at me and knew what was going on. She brought me back with them.”

The waitress took their food orders.

“Where was I?” Amethyst rapped her fingers on the table. “Right. Rose was gorgeous and had this air about her that made you wanna follow her.” Amethyst looked at Peridot. “You woulda loved her.”

“From what you’ve told me I’m sure.”

The couple smiled at each other.

“Excuse me,” Angel interrupted the moment. “I need to use the washroom.”

Peridot got up and Angel shuffled past her. After Peridot sat back down Amethyst spoke.

“Bullshit you look nothing like your dad.”

The sudden exclamation startled Peridot. “N...no, I don’t. His features are way rounder than mine, our eye colours are completely different, and he’s not even short.”

“That’s superficial shit, You two look so much alike! For one thing, you sure as hell didn’t get your cuteness from Jaune. Your dad’s adorable!” Peridot looked very puzzled by this statement. “Don’t judge me Per. You know I like dorks.” Amethyst raised her hand. “Anyway, not just that either. You two have the same smile.”

“We... do?”

“You didn’t notice?”

“No! Nobody’s told me that before either,” Peridot looked happy. “I never knew that.”

“Wow,” Amethyst didn’t really know what to say. After some thought she figured it out. “It’s really obvious. How’d nobody point it out before?”

Peridot wiped her eye.

“Hey, you alright?”

“It’s so silly, such a small thing moved me to tears.”

“Nah,” Amethyst held Peridot’s hands, “all your life you had no idea you looked like the parent you love. Just the awful one.”

Angel returned as Peridot was still tearing up and shot Amethyst a look that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Hey Angel, before you sit why don’t we have a private chat?” She had a feeling what that look was about. Her partner, his daughter, who was abused by her mother is in tears after he left.

“You two can’t leave,” Peridot protested. “Supper will get cold.”

“We won’t be long,” Amethyst put a reassuring hand on Peridot’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we’ll be back before you know it,” Angel echoed Amethyst.

“Hey,” Amethyst spoke softly as her and Angel stood outside the restaurant door. “I get why you’re so worried about Peri ending up with somebody like your ex-wife.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I ain’t good at serious-talk but I’m gonna try.” She made eye-contact with Angel, “I promise ya, I love Peri, I ain’t gonna lay a finger on her, I ain’t gonna hurt her in any way. What Jaune did to her was horrible, terrible, and god,” Amethyst couldn’t maintain her composure, “I wish I punched that cunt when I had the chance.”

Angel’s eyebrows rose then he started to chortle. “You’re right, you’re not good at ‘serious-talk.’ But you know, how inarticulate you were made that speech far more believable. I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.”

He looked Amethyst in the eye. “It’s literally impossible to never hurt someone. I know that and you know that. Your sincerity when you said that came through. So I trust you with my daughter. I believe that you will take good care of her. There’s something between you two that me and Jaune never had.”

His expression turned serious. “And you’re wrong. I’m not worried that Peridot will end up with somebody like Jaune. I’m terrified. I didn’t see any of the warning signs. They’re not always obvious.”

“Out of curiosity, and you don’t gotta answer this if you don’t wanna,” Amethyst looked at her feet. “How did you end up with that piece of shit?”

“Hah,” Angel couldn’t hold in his bitterness. “It wasn’t an arranged marriage by any means, but my father ‘strongly suggested’ that I marry her. He owns a large company and Jaune had hers, even back then. He was hoping that his son marrying her would open some doors.”

“Peri mentioned Jaune moving to Calgary was a business decision.”

“Yeah, marrying me was it,” Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was such a loveless relationship but I couldn’t say ‘no’ to my father.” He cleared his throat. “But Peridot was born because of it and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. My only regret is not divorcing Jaune before the damage was done.”

“There’s no point in regret,” Amethyst’s blunt statement took Angel by surprise. “It already happened and what happened because that happened did too. No telling how things turn out if stuff happened differently. It’s why I’ll never dick around with time travel.”

Angel started to chuckle and Amethyst joined him. “Yeah, you’re right. Regret does sound pretty pointless when you put it like that. But I can’t help feeling it.”

“Yeah, I get that. That’s like, how you’re wired. I just try not to sweat it, y’know.”

To fill the dead air Amethyst decided to bring up a new happier subject.

“I told Peri to keep it secret so you probably don’t know this. I wrestle pretty much every Saturday.”

“Really?” Angel’s eyes lit up. “Stars. I watched wrestling all the time as a child.”

“Ah! Seriously?!” Amethyst grinned. “Dude! Me too!”

“I watched some American pro wrestling when I first moved to Canada and that was fun. But if you can you should really check out Japanese pro wrestling. It’s very intense and physical with full contact. They even have medics at ringside.”

“Seriously? Man, but not as much theatrics though, right? See, I like heels and for me, the stories and stunts are the main draw.”

“We have theatrics too, but not as much and the stories are more focused around the strength of man.”

Their animated conversation about wrestling continued until they got back to the table. And sure enough, the food was there.

Peridot was annoyed but that dissipated when she saw how well her dad and girlfriend were getting along.

The rest of supper was very laid-back.

The next evening Amethyst came over to Lapis and Peridot’ for supper. As Angel helped with the dishes he heard Amethyst and Peridot talking in the next room.

“Man, I can’t get over that poncit palabok,” Amethyst sounded full and satisfied; making Angel feel proud. “You told me your dad taught you how to cook and now i really believe it.”

Peridot giggled and Angel heard the familiar sound of her resting her prosthetic foot against the side table. “Yeah, he’s a really good cook. I’m nowhere near as good at cooking Filipino food as he is.” A happy sigh. “It’s been so many years since I’ve had it.”

As Peridot and Amethyst talked Peridot’s voice got higher. Angel finished with the dishes and was just about to go into the living room when Lapis stopped him.

“Wait, when Peridot’s voice gets like that, her and Amethyst are about to get super mushy.”

“Uh, okay?”

Apparently Lapis knew Peridot very well, Peridot spoke again, sounding a touch bashful, “Um, heh, I have something to show you.”

“Oh really?” Amethyst seemed interested but also casual. “You just took your foot off and gotta be honest Peri; if I carried you right now you’d be covered in barf. I’m too full.”

Peridot found this statement amusing apparently. “Don’t worry, I can show you on the couch.” There was a shuffle then

“Yyyoooooooo!”

a very enthusiastic response from Amethyst.

“You got a tattoo! It’s so cool,” Amethyst got quiet for a moment then chuckled. “Is that Cosmos?”

“It is! I also have Mars People in my tattoo.”

Some more chuckling. “So much for ‘nerdy yet understated.’”

Then Peridot laughed. “Yeah, I did go all-out with the nerdiness. But it was worth it; I’m really happy with it.”

“You should be, it looks awesome! I’m so jealous!”

“I’m surprised I ended up getting a tattoo before you did.”

Amethyst groaned. “I’m having a hard time finding a place. You’re lucky you’re pale. If I want a colour tattoo then I need to see somebody who has experience working with darker skin. I found a couple people but they didn’t do the style I want.”

“Hm, well, I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

The couch creaked. “You’re right. Just gotta keep looking. You should tell me where you got your ink, maybe they can do mine. The style of yours is so freaking rad.”

“Alright, I have it written down. The address is in my office.”

Once again, Lapis stopped Angel.

“Not yet,” they heard Peridot shuffle and giggle. “That means they’re about to be super gay and embarrassing.”

After a few minutes Lapis let Angel into the living room and the girlfriends were cuddled on the couch.

“Oh, dad,” Peridot’s cheeks were a bit red. She glanced at Amethyst.

“Don’t worry, keep cuddling; it’s not bothering me,” Angel waved his hand.

“So Angel,” Amethyst wasn’t shy in the slightest, “what time do you leave tomorrow?”

“Around six,” Angel replied.

“Gross,” Amethyst was obviously not thrilled. “I might not be seeing you off then.”

“Oh, you’re staying the night?” Angel briefly wondered if there was another guest room. Then he remembered that his daughter was an adult. And he had a flash of shyness.

Of course, they’ll be sharing a bed.

“Is something the matter?” Peridot’s voice snapped him out of it.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just sometimes forget how old you are,” Angel laughed.

A blush made its way across Peridot’s whole face, she buried it in Amethyst’s hair. The luscious mane shook as Amethyst couldn’t hold in her chortles.

The rest of the night went well; Peridot eventually got over her embarrassment, Amethyst and Angel talked more about wrestling, and Lapis drew.

Peridot let out a breath as her and her dad stood in the airport.

“Well, this is it.”

She really didn’t want to say her goodbyes. Three days wasn’t a long enough visit.

“Yeah, this is it,” Angel felt the same way.

There was a long stretch of silence.

“It’s too bad you couldn’t meet the rest of my friends,” Peridot said awkwardly, her heart ached.

“Heh,” Angel smiled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just so glad to hear you say that,” he gently hugged Peridot. “You’ve never had a group of friends before. I’m proud of you.”

Peridot returned the hug a bit tighter. “Thank you.”

“Oh Peridot, we’ll see each other again. I promise.”

“I know, but I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll try to visit more often.”

“I should try to come out there sometime.”

“And maybe bring Amethyst.”

Peridot broke the hug to look at Angel. “You’d like me to do that?”

“Well, yeah, I like Amethyst and she might want to see where you grew up. Imagine the stories you can tell her.”

Angel knew how Peridot ticked, she’s always loved telling stories.

Sure enough, Peridot’s eyes lit up. “You’re right. I’ve told her a few things but she doesn’t know the places.”

“Exactly.”

The boarding message played. Father and daughter both clicked their tongues.

One last hug and Angel was off.

“Bye, love you,” he waved as he headed towards the gate.

“Bye, love you too,” Peridot waved back, choked up.

But she knew she’d see her dad again.

And it’s not like they don’t talk every week.

#SU Fanfic #Amedot #Perithyst #SU Peridot #SU Amethyst #SU Lapis Lazuli #Angel Hoseki #Human AU #Kujo Writes #Not Such a Bad Thing Universe

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Deadly: Part 02.

By: busans97 (busan97fics)

Pairing: OC x Jungkook

Word Count: 2,046

Warnings: mentions of cheating, violence, and sexual activities

Summary: Being a “hitman” (or woman, in this case) figure at eighteen is bizarre, but falling in love with a boy you’re supposed to kill in a matter of seven days is even more bizarre.

[check out the other parts of this story!]

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I could hear a faint laugh over the phone. “Um…uh, I don’t know how else to put this. I…I think I have a job for you. I need you to….kill someone.”

There was an brief uncomfortable silence before someone decided to talk.

"Jisu, are you sure about that?" I asked. "You sound...unsure."

Like I've said before, I hate finding out that I've killed an innocent person after a job. And Jisu doesn't sound too sure of herself: she's shaky, and can't even say the word kill without me feeling her wince over the phone.

"No, I'm positive," Jisu replied, sounding more confident than before, but a shakiness still lingered in her voice. "It's about my boyfriend. Well, my ex now."

My eyes widened. "Jungkook?"

"Yep. Him. He was just horrible in our relationship, you guys didn't see the half of it."

Jisu asking me to kill her (I guess now ex) boyfriend Jungkook really came as a shock to me. I've met Jungkook once or twice and from what I remember he was super sweet. He was a timid guy, and somewhat awkward, so I couldn't imagine what he could do wrong.

"Are we talking about the same Jungkook, Jisu? Because I am so confused on why you want me to kill him." I said. "I kill vicious rapists and abusers. Not teeny shy boys like Jungkook."

"That's what I mean!" Jisu answered, obviously frustrated. "He wasn't what everyone else saw him like. He was emotionally and mentally exhausting, and he's a cheater!"

I hesitated before saying something else. "Alright. 1) I can't kill someone just because they're 'emotionally exhausting' to you. That's not how it works. You can't just use me to kill someone you don't like for your dumb reasons. And 2) Cheating's more in my field. Explain to me how he's a cheater."

"Well, he'd get oddly distant from me suddenly and he was always on his phone. I suspected he was cheating because whenever I asked if he was okay, he'd avoid eye contact and get all nervous. And whenever I'd wanna...you know....fuck him, he'd never be in the mood. Never. A nineteen year old boy not in the mood for sex? Now that's strange."

"Alright, you got some fair points," I replied. "I'm still kind of iffy about this though. I've met him, plus he's such a ni–"

"20,000 dollars."

I paused. "What?"

"I'll pay you 20,000 dollars if you kill this boy. Deal?"

Jesus Christ. Although this money would help me immensely, I was still thinking about this job. I've never killed anyone I've met before, and I don't know how comfortable I'd be doing it. I've only killed complete strangers, so it's never phased me. But killing someone I've had multiple conversations with? It's just...bizarre to me. I decided to just answer truthfully.

"I...I'll think about it." I hung up before Jisu could say another word, and let out a deep sigh.

I walked back out to Yoongi's den and tried to look as calm and casual as possible, but it was too late.

"Who did she want you to kill?" Yoongi asked, clearly hinting that he heard my conversation.

"Jungkook," I said meekly. I quickly and awkwardly scratched the back of my head, hoping Yoongi and Hoseok heard me so I didn't have to repeat myself.

The two boys immediately turned around and a silence quickly occupied the apartment. Their eyes stared at me in disbelief.

"Wh...who did you say?" Hoseok asked, almost inaudibly.

"Jungkook," I repeated myself, speaking a tiny bit louder than last time.

"Jeon Jungkook? As in her ex boyfriend?" Yoongi asked dumbfounded.

"Yep, that's the one," I laughed nervously, regretting my decision to tell the boys about the job Jisu gave me.

"What the hell did you say?" Hoseok exclaimed. "You said no, right?"

I hesitated to answer the question. I was internally conflicted: I didn't say no, but I didn't agree upon it. I just needed the money. But this is one of their friends I was hired to kill, not some total stranger, like I said before. If I kill him everyone except for Jisu is gonna hate me for sure. But if I don't-

Hoseok fished me out of the deep thought I was in. "Right, Eunju?"

"Um, uh...I didn't say yes." I confessed. "I wasn't sure. I told her I'd think about it. She offered me $20,000! I couldn't turn that down."

"Jesus Christ, Eunju. He's just a kid," Yoongi said in disbelief, trailing off and repeating "He's just a kid".

"I know that, I really do," I replied. "She...she just told me that he's 'not what everyone thinks' of him. She says he's...or was different...when they we're alone."

Yoongi got up from the couch and paced before doing anything else. He sat down at the table in the kitchen, and motioned for me to sit down next to him.

"Eunju. Did Jisu tell you why her and Jungkook broke up?"

I shook my head. "Now that it occurs to me, no."

Yoongi shut his eyes let out a deep sigh before speaking again. "The night they broke up Jungkook came over here. He was banging on the door; he looked scared as hell. I asked him what happened, and he told me Jisu had threatened to kill herself if he left her. She was so afraid of losing him, but he was the one that wanted to break it off because their relationship wasn't going well. She never wanted to talk to him and if she did talk to him, she'd ask him to fuck. He didn't want a relationship solely based off sex, he's not that kind of guy. And when he explained that to her, she flipped her shit. That's when she threatened to kill herself, and when Jungkook finally got her to stop saying that, she changed sides and threatened to kill him. He ran 9 blocks to get away from the lunatic. She wants you to do what she couldn't finish, Eunju. You always rant about the assholes who ask you to do a job for revenge, right? She's one of them. She's a psycho bitch."

I knew Yoongi was probably right deep down inside, but there was just something that set me off after he called Jisu a "psycho bitch".

"First of all, let's not blame the victim here," I stated, clearly showing annoyance in Yoongi's remark. "Second of all, he could just be saying this shit. We can't just assume that he's right and Jisu's wrong. Think about it: Jisu threatening to kill someone? I honestly doubt that happened, no offense to Jungkook."

Yoongi gave me a bewildered look. "Eunju. He came here after running 9 blocks. Panting. Looking scared. As. Hell. He isn't lying."

I shot back a look of doubt. "You hardly talk to Jungkook. How would you know he's not lying?"

"You know I've known Jungkook longer than I've known Jisu, right?" Yoongi scoffed. "I was the one who set them up as a couple. Obviously it didn't work out."

"Since you've known Jisu for a shorter time than you've known Jungkook, how do you know that Jisu is the one lying here? I mean you basically said it yourself, you don't know Jisu as well as Jungkook." I raised my eyebrows, eager to hear a reply.

Yoongi looked conflicted. "No, I didn't mean that, all I meant was that I don't think–"

He shifted his eyes from his hands, which he was fidgeting with, to my face as if he was looking at me for approval. Noticing my unconvinced face, Yoongi rolled his eyes and laughed coldly.

"You know what, forget it. If you want to get yourself involved with this bullshit, go ahead. Just don't come crawling to me complaining to me when something goes wrong like you always do."

I felt my face gradually beginning to burn up. "When the fuck do I ever ask you for help? I guess you were the one who helped me move in to my own apartment, get my life somewhat together and helped me earn 10k a week, right?"

Yoongi sent me a blank look and just laughed. "Eunju, if I didn't find you you know you'd probably be dead at this point, right?"

I narrowed my eyes and gave Yoongi a cold look. "Don't even fucking joke about that."

I abruptly got up from the kitchen table and left Yoongi's apartment, slamming the front door shut on the way out.

The thing with Yoongi is that sometimes he acts like my big brother, and other times he acts like my big brother. It has its pros, and it has it's cons, and this shit was definitely a con. He likes to tell me what's good for me without actually thinking about me; there's absolutely no logic in it. According to him sometimes, he knows everything there is to know about anything, including my fucking life choices. And I'm the bad guy for wanting to help a desperate, scared woman.

I angrily marched down the mostly pitch black street, the only light being from people's apartments above. I took out my phone and called Jisu.

"Jisu? It's Eunju again. I've thought about it, and I'm up for the job. Call me back once you get this so we can meet somewhere."

I swirled my milkshake with my straw as I listened to Jisu ramble on about her relationship with Jungkook. I know she's the victim (according to me and only me, at least) but it seems like this meeting was her way of getting to explain her sob story to someone. I frankly could give less of a shit of how bad the sex was and how he could rarely find your clit. I'm not fucking here for this crap. I took the weight of my face off of the palm of my hand and gave a hopefully convincing smile to Jisu.

"Jisu, sweetie? I really am sorry that your relationship was horrible and that he...didn't buy you enough clothes...but when I said to tell me a little more about relationship I meant tell me more of what you...emotionally struggled with."

Jisu laughed and softly slammed her hand on the table. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! Of course, I'm so dumb. Okay, let me get to that now then."

Took her long enough.

"For the ten months we dated, the majority of those months were great. He was probably one of the best boyfriends I had. Modest, kind, gentle, caring. But it was the last month or two of our relationship where things began to go downhill. Like I told you before, he was very distant and never wanted to do anything with me, and he seemed to be embarrassed whenever we were out together. He used to love PDA, but all of the sudden it stopped. He was just...impossible to have a relationship with."

I nodded sympathetically. "Did you ever confront him and ask him if he was cheating?"

"I did. Once." Jisu slightly titled her head down towards the diner table and was visibly beginning to shake. "Never again after that."

I furrowed my brows. "Why, what happened?"

Jisu let out a sigh. "He got angry. Real angry. He didn't hurt me or anything, but he did punch my wall and made a pre-tty big hole in it."

I've determined I heard enough and that it was time to take the job. I was still iffy about it, and partly doing it to prove a point to Yoongi which isn't a good idea, but I decided I'd just negotiate a deadline. It doesn't seem like it will be too hard with her.

"Alright, I'll do it. Give me 2 weeks and he'll be gone."

Judging from the look on her face, two weeks didn't seem to satisfy Jisu. "Two weeks?!"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Christ Eunju, how long does it take to point a gun at some dude's head and shoot him?"

She'd be surprised. "Uh...not too long I guess."

"Seven days. Take it or leave it."

"I'll...take it."

"Yay!" Jisu squealed. "Thanks so much! His friend Taehyung is throwing a party tomorrow night and Jungkook will more than likely be there. He's not much of a party guy, so he'll for sure be alone. You should go there first."

I gave a crooked smile and nodded. "I'll for sure be there."

And it begins.

[pt. 3]

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook au

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