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marvelouslizzie · 2 years ago

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i wanna ruin our friendship

summary: James “Bucky” Barnes is a famous actor who just turned 40. He’s getting old and struggling with the fact that he isn’t what he used to be. When he finally opens up to you about how he’s struggling with body image, you assure him in a very unexpected way. Things take a turn after that point.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Celebrity Bucky Barnes x Actress Reader)

word count: 4.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, long period of friendship, unspoken feelings, minor jealousy, alcohol consumption, body image struggles (Bucky is just struggling because of Hollywood’s unrealistic body standards), fear of aging and losing who you are, misunderstandings, pet names, slight dirty talk and praising if you squint, no use of a condom (the reader is on birth control), Bucky is 40 while the reader is 37, no use of y/n.

a/n: I was reading one of Sebastian’s old interviews where he mentions body dysmorphia and how it affects him. It inspired me to write this story. I hope you like it.

The story is beta-read by my dear @notafunkiller. Thank you so much!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

The after-party is buzzing with energy. The room is crowded with so many familiar faces, you can’t even start naming everyone even if you tried. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in a place like this, then you remember that you are an actress, too. It feels surreal because you were planning to stay a theater actress until you found your big break unexpectedly on the big screen.

That’s actually how you met James Barnes, your first on-screen partner. That’s how everyone called him, but you and a few close friends were always calling him Bucky. It makes you feel special. You look at him and see how he’s talking to Natasha Romanoff, his current partner. They are taking pictures together. You are sure it is meant to be shared by Natasha on her Instagram.

You find yourself walking towards the bar and ordering another drink. You usually don’t drink too much, trying to stay sober but having fun. It’s a thin line, but you managed to keep the balance so far. That gives paps less tea to share online. Tonight feels a bit different and you know it’s because of Bucky and Natasha. They are the perfect couple and you can’t help but feel jealous. Even though you have no right because Bucky is just a friend.

A hundred chit-chats later, you see Bucky in the corner of the crowded room. He seems down for some reason, you can always tell by the look on his face. He’s good at concealing how he feels. It’s almost like a poker face, but his eyes and his posture always give it away. Slowly, you walk towards him and he notices you right before you sit next to him.

“Hey, handsome. Why are you crying into your beer?”

“I’m not.” His answer is instant and you don’t buy it.

“Come on. I know you better than that. One minute you were happy, enjoying yourself, and now look at you: you're sulking in the corner. Something must have happened.”

He sighs. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You think he maybe had a problem with Natasha and she isn’t around right now. Which is rare. Even though everybody’s attention is on her, she’s always around Bucky. You think it’s because of the unlabeled thing they have going on since they started working together. You never dared to ask if they are together or not. You aren’t ready for that answer yet.

“I know, doll. You are my best friend, but I just…” He stops for a second to think how he’s going to say this. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“What does that mean?” You ask with a frown.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like I’m that handsome talented guy I used to be, okay? I feel ugly and…” He looks down at his body. “Fat.”

“Oh, come on!”

“That’s the truth.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m not and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Oh. He must have read something.

“Please don’t tell me you looked at the comments again.”

“I… did.” He accepts with a defeated tone.

“We talked about this before. You should never do that.” Your tone reminds him of a teacher scolding their student and it makes him smile so slightly, but you don’t see it.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, darling. Natasha shared a photo of us together and I just went to like it.”

Oh.

“And you saw some comments?”

“Yeah. Saying that I’m getting older and uglier. I know I’m not a young man anymore but I’m just 40. Not dead yet, you know?”

“Yeah, of course not.” You take a huge sip from your drink.

“But they don’t think so and I started to notice maybe they are right.”

“Come on, Bucky!”

“I look in the mirror and every day I feel like I see a stranger, not myself. Since I stopped acting in those action movies, I’m not working out and dieting as hard as I used to and it’s so fucking visible. My reflection blinks at me in the mirror. Then I look around to see I’m alone. I’m old and alone. I missed my chance at happiness. I’m lucky if I can find someone to fuck me for the night.”

“I would fuck you, in a heartbeat.” The words just fly out from your lips and you can immediately see their effect on Bucky’s face.

“You would?” His expression seems completely different now.

“Yes… I would.” It’s too late to back down. Your long secret of having a huge crush on Bucky Barnes is basically exposed.

Without saying a word, Bucky takes your hand and drags you out of the after-party without saying goodbye to anyone. You have no idea where you are headed. In a matter of seconds, you find yourself in a cab with Bucky Barnes as he simply gives his house address and says nothing more.

The ride is short and silent. He doesn’t even look in your direction, his eyes are fixed on the road. You are regretting everything. Even the decision to come to this after-party. What were you thinking when you decided to take another drink because you saw Bucky and Natasha taking selfies? Where was your mind when you said you'd fuck him in a heartbeat? He must be so shocked. He's probably planning to talk to you in private, for your friendship’s sake.

I fucking ruined our friendship, you think.

When the cab ride is over, Bucky pays the driver and holds the door open for you. You are glad to see he’s still a gentleman towards you, even after you said something completely stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, just like I did for years.

Finally, when you step inside his place, Bucky closes the door and pushes you against the wall with a kiss. It’s so unexpected, your breath hitches. His lips are relentless, moving between your lips, your cheek, and your neck. You try to breathe, but it doesn’t feel real.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he says between kisses.

You can’t either. You were expecting a serious talk. Not this.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You suddenly say when you remember Natasha. You didn’t even realize you left her behind when you two left the party so suddenly.

Bucky stops kissing you and looks at you with complete confusion. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed. Was that… a pity comment?”

Now it’s your turn to feel confused. A pity comment? You pity yourself for exposing your crush, but definitely no pity for him. No way in hell.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we shouldn’t do this.”

“Because you are with Natasha and we left her at the party! This is wrong, Bucky. As much as I want to… we shouldn’t.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“What does Natasha have to do with this?” You can sense the confusion in his voice. It’s like he has no idea what you mean but… it makes no sense.

“She’s just so nice and pretty. No wonder you two got paired together.” You don’t even notice you didn’t answer this question.

“You think I’m pretty, too?”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone in their right mind could see you're pretty. Why are you even asking?"

"I am asking you, not everyone, doll." And there it is again. That damn nickname. Doll. You love and hate to hear him call you that. It’s warming your insides up until you remember he calls other girls doll, too. Especially Natasha.

"Stop with the nickname.” You finally say with a pained voice. This whole night is a huge mistake and you will be the one who gets hurt most. You can feel that the friendship you have with Bucky is slipping through your fingers already, so there’s no point in holding back now. “Of course you're pretty: the best eyes, fluffy hair. Tall. Looking good in suits. Two beautiful people."

“She’s just my partner and a good friend, darling. Nothing more.”

“But… but…” You stammer. “You are always together. She never leaves your side.”

“It’s because we are friends and I am helping her out.”

“Helping her out?” You repeat with confusion.

“She gets so much unwanted attention, she uses me as a shield, so less people would come up to her and talk.”

Oh.

It makes perfect sense and Bucky is always a gentleman.

“You thought we were together?”

“Yeah… kinda…”

Bucky moves closer to you and puts his hands on your face. “Doll…” Then he remembers what you said about the nickname. “Sorry. I never realized you didn’t like this nickname. I won’t use it anymore.”

His touch is so comforting and you feel relieved that there’s nothing going on between Bucky and Natasha.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I just… remember that you use that nickname all the time. It just doesn’t… feel special.”

“Darling, have you ever heard me calling someone else doll?”

His question makes you stop for a second. You actually never did. You just assumed he would be calling other girls doll as well because of the way he says it… It’s just so sexy.

“I… didn’t.” You struggle to answer through your confusion.

“Because I don’t call anyone doll. Except you.”

You can’t find words to respond, it feels like your mind completely stopped working. All you can think is how unbelievable all this is.

“Just me?” You repeat, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Just you.” He says reassuringly. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly moves to your neck. It makes it even harder to think straight.

“Can I go back to kissing you?” His voice is deeper somehow.

You gulp first. Then nod. Your response makes him smile and it warms you up.

You imagined this moment many times, then put that image into the back of your mind just to keep going. Right now, his lips on yours are real. Not a dream, not a fantasy, and it feels so much better.

The way his lips move fires something inside you. Something you tried to surpass and forget, but that never happened. Whenever you felt his touch, even something as simple as hands brushing, you felt that fire inside you and now it's back. Stronger than ever.

Finally, your hands move to his face, cupping it as he kisses you with passion. Now both of you know that this has nothing to do with pity or self-assurance. That gives you the confidence you need.

Your fingers move towards his shoulders as you put your hands inside his jacket and push it back. It surprises him, but he doesn’t resist, just letting the jacket fall to the ground. Then your fingers travel to his shirt. The first button is open but the rest… You start to unbutton them one by one. Then suddenly you found yourself turned around and pressed against the cold wall. His lips are on the back of your neck and his fingers are looking for the zipper. You smile to yourself when you realize you aren’t the only desperate one here.

“It’s not on the back.” He can hear the smile in your voice even though he can’t see your face.

“Where is it?” He sounds frustrated and it’s so adorable.

“On the side.”

His hands quickly move to your side and find the zipper. In a second, you are already unzipped and your dress is pooled around your ankles. You give it a soft kick and get rid of the dress while you go back to unbuttoning this shirt.

You look up at him to see that he’s watching you undress him. There’s a slight smile on his face. You smile back in response and go back to unbuttoning him. When your work is done, he takes the shirt off himself and just tosses it on the floor. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of your bra. He unclips it so quickly, it surprises you. Everything's happening so fast that you feel like you're swimming. Like this is a dream. You grab his face and give him another kiss to remind yourself this is your reality right now. That you are free to touch him however you want. Your kiss takes a low moan out of him as his fingers travel down to your body, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

“No teasing.” You whisper against his ear and you see how your voice affects him up close. “This time.” You add and that slight smile is back on his lips.

“Are you promising me a next time already?” His voice is so low, so different you barely recognize it. He’s lost in the lust, because of you, and you can’t believe it.

“I mean… Maybe.” You sheepishly smile. You already know you want a second and a third time. He doesn’t have to know that, yet.

“Hmm… Depends on my performance, huh?” Before you can say anything he pushes his fingers under your last remaining clothes and you feel his finger brushing against your clitoris. A low moan escapes your lips.

Between him touching your clit and you finding yourself on your back on his couch is a complete blur. You don’t know how you ended up completely naked and Bucky between your legs as holding on to your dear life. His lips are on your pussy, licking and touching, driving you crazy. He definitely knows how to use his tongue and fingers. Even though his fingers aren’t inside you, his touches are skillful. Not too harsh, not too soft. Just the perfect amount of pressure. Then he sucks on your clit and you let out a half painful moan.

“Are you okay?” He lets go of your clit and looks at you concerned.

“No sucking on the clit please. Not that you aren’t good at it.” You feel nervous suddenly. “It just hurts. Personal preference.”

He smiles. “Noted.” And goes back to licking you. Soon the pain is long forgotten.

It feels like he’s everywhere on the most sensitive part of your body. It’s either his lips, his tongue, his nose or simply his fingers but the pleasure is overwhelming. Soon you find yourself moaning his name out loud while coming hard against his tongue.

He gives you a couple of minutes but doesn’t move at all. Instead, he pushes his fingers inside you when he decides you are finally back to yourself. When you feel one finger delicately pushing inside you, you raise yourself on the elbows.

“I said no teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing, doll.” He looks straight into your eyes. “This is me making sure you are ready for what I am gonna do to you next.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby, and I feel like you want to get fucked hard.” He stops for a second to read your expression. “Am I wrong?”

His question catches you off guard. He is talking so openly and directly, you feel a little shy. You are not used to voice your needs this openly, yet that’s one the biggest problems you had in the past. Partners not communicating open enough and assuming things. He’s doing what you actually need to do. He’s communicating openly and it’s extremely hot.

You nod first. Then you find your voice again. “Yes. I do want that.” He smiles again. That damned smile makes you even wetter. “But how do you know that?”

“The way you kiss me, push your hips up while I play with you and your hungry look. You look like you wanna eat me up.”

You surpass shyness with a breath. “Yes, I want that too.”

“Next time. It’s my turn now.” He winks at you and goes back to fingering.

He starts with one finger. Soon second and third follow and you are back on the clouds. You can’t even recognize your own voice, moaning his name. The pleasure takes over you, your back aches and you come hard on his fingers. It’s your second orgasm yet you still crave for more. You crave his warmth, his passion and the pleasure his cock can give you. You find it strange feeling this hungry after two orgasms but you welcome it anyway.

He moves up, directly kisses you without drying his mouth. His lips are hungry and demanding. His erection is hanging between you two and you can feel how hard he is.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” He asks shamelessly after breaking the kiss.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

You say the first things that come to your mind with no filter. “Dirty and hot.”

“Hmm… Good.” He keeps kissing you, his fingers are still in your pussy, slowly moving his fingers between your folds and feeling your wetness all over again. It feels like he enjoys how wet you are for him. Not just enjoying but relishing.

“This is teasing.” You state between his kisses.

“Is it?” His fingers stop like he didn’t know that already. “I just love how responsive you are.”

“And I wanna feel your cock inside me already.”

Your bluntness doesn’t only surprise him, but you as well. You have no idea when you finally let go of your shyness. Maybe between the first and the second orgasm. You don’t care anymore. You really need him inside you.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Let me show you.” You move away from him and miss his warmth instantly, but it’s for a good cause. You turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees. He understands what you want instantly.

“Hmm… You really want it hard.” He sounds amused. His fingers go back to your folds, moving up and down. “Just making sure you are ready.”

“I am dripping already, Bucky. How much more ready can I get?”

You hear him laugh, but before you can say anything about it, you feel his cock right on your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He says before pushing inside.

His cock stretches you out so deliciously. There’s absolutely no pain at all. The preparation is paying off amazingly. The only thing you are feeling is the fullness you have been craving for so long, but you need more.

“Please move, baby.”

It's the first time you use a pet name and you do it without thinking about it but the way you say it affects him deeply. He tries to surpass the loud moan which was about to slip and you notice his struggle.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna hear them.”

You imagined this moment for a long time. You spent hours imagining how he would talk, moan and come. You are so close to getting what you want and you have no intention to give up on it. Not even shyness can stop you from getting what you want.

“Then let’s make a deal.” He says, sounding breathless inside you. “None of us will try to hide their reactions. It’s only fair.”

“Deal.” You say eagerly and he chuckles. Then without saying anything else he starts to move inside you.

First, it’s slow. Not painfully slow but still not as hard as you want. Yet you don’t say anything because you know this isn’t only for you. He’s trying to get used to feeling you around his cock. It seems overwhelming especially when he stops hiding his reaction. Low moans and curses spill from his lips. You say nothing, just enjoy the moment.

“Fuck.” This time he’s speaking louder than before. “You feel amazing around my cock, darling. So… so amazing.”

Your only reaction is moaning. The praise goes straight to your pussy. You wanna slam yourself against his cock and force him to move faster.

“So eager for me. If I knew you wanted me this bad, we wouldn’t have to wait this long to fuck each other.”

“It’s not like you made it obvious that you want me either.”

“Forgive me for not thinking so highly of myself.”

The weight of his words crushes you.

“Look at me.” You say turning your head back and find him looking directly at you. “You are all I ever wanted.” His expression changes. A wave of emotions waves over him. You feel he’s on the verge of getting emotional. “Now fuck me hard so we can finally experience what this feels like.” He smiles, but you can still see the emotions behind his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

From this moment, he is relentless. It’s fast and hard. The room is filled with the noise of skin slamming against skin, your wetness on his cock and your joint moans. It feels good. So fucking good that it doesn’t feel real. You can feel the pleasure bottling up. He’s moving back and forth with long strokes. His cock never leaves you. He pulls himself back until only the tip remains inside you and slams back in. The moans that leave your lips aren't human anymore. You feel desperate to reach that high again.

“Please.” You beg suddenly. “Please… I’m so… close.”

“Harder or faster?” His voice is hoarse, showing you how close he is to losing control.

“Faster.” You manage to say between moans. It’s so hard to even say one word out loud.

“I’m gonna come too.” And right then he notices that he didn’t put on a condom. “Fuck.” He sounds so disappointed.

“What?”

“We forgot the condom.” He slows down.

“Keep going. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank god!” You can’t help but smile before he picks up the pace again. In a second, both of you are a moaning mess. You come hard, so hard that you feel your muscles cramping with the force of it. Your whole body is electrified, you can feel it even on your toes. The noises you make push him over the edge. He starts to move faster and when you think your high is about to end, a new level opens up. Your mind stops working while your body turns jelly under him.

He isn’t any different than you. His loud moans, and his desperate pace show how much he is enjoying it, but you are too lost in your own pleasure to notice.

When you both drop your bodies on the couch, neither of you find the words.

“Wow.” That's all you can say.

“Wow indeed.”

You turn your face and look at him. He seems completely blissed out.

“We should’ve done this waaay before.” You smile hearing his words.

“You could’ve made a move, but you were too busy pitying yourself.”

The words come out without you considering what you are saying and it doesn’t take long for you to regret them. It isn’t the time or place to talk about this.

“I wanted to ruin our friendship for a long time, doll, but I was afraid. I was scared that I would ruin it for real and you wouldn’t wanna see me again. I was just fine being your good friend. It was a better alternative than losing you completely.”

You know what he means too well. That’s how you felt since the moment you met Bucky. He is such an amazing person, you didn’t want to lose him. Even if it means you have to witness him being happy with other people.

“That’s how I felt too, but look at you. Who can say no to you?”

His smile is bitter. You sense he doesn’t believe you even without him opening his mouth.

“Come on. That is the afterglow speaking.”

You move your head up and get support from your left hand.

“Look at me, Bucky.” He does and you see that he really doesn’t believe you. “You are gorgeous. Inside and out.”

“I know I am not what I used to be.”

“And that’s fine.” You quickly add. “You might not be Men’s Health cover material anymore, but guess what? It’s less healthy trying to keep that shape. Don’t let the name fool you. You don’t need six packs and huge biceps to look attractive. You need to be healthy so I can keep fucking you.”

Your last sentence makes him smile sincerely.

“You really believe that?”

“I do and honestly I have never been a six pack girl. You are even more attractive like this to me. A bit older and experienced. Just my type.”

“Hmm…” He says before kissing you deeply. You lose yourself in that kiss. So when he breaks it and asks you out, you are caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“I said: does it mean you will let me take you on a date?”

A date? With Bucky Barnes?

“Oh, yes. Anything you want.”

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“So you're telling me," you began, "that you bought a shitty, bullet-riddled cabover that was mysteriously abandoned in an old theater, not questioning how in the hell it got in there?"

"It could've been a prop," Cade defended half-heartedly.

"And," you pressed on, "you somehow managed to find out it was a transformer by - what, exactly? Plugging it into a battery?"

"There was a hole blown clean through the radiator," your brother mumbled. “Artillery shells were in the cab. There was something up with it and I wanted to find out what - and I thought that I could knock out two birds with one stone if I bought it - him - and sold the engine block for parts.” He cast a glance up at the transformer crouched behind you both, guilt radiating off of him in waves. “You would’ve been pretty expensive, dude.”

The rusted robot blinked, but did not comment.

“I do feel bad about that,” he added. “I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to apologize, Cade Yeager,” the transformer rumbled finally. “There is a very good chance that you saved my life.”

Your brother’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he opened his mouth, perhaps to ask how, when you directed your attention to the transformer in question.

“And you,” you started, brows furrowing. Optimus met your accusatory gaze placidly. “How did you wind up there to begin with? Why’d you came to Paris, Texas of all places? Why hide here?”

“I hadn’t a choice,” he responded (because honestly, what else could he be with that trench deep voice?), shifting back and resting his weight against one of the massive support beams holding the barn’s roof up. He folded his arms over his broad chassis, looking just as uncomfortable with the whole situation as you felt. “I was in critical condition while attempting to make my escape. My self-repair protocols were overriding my base cognizance core. I had to find shelter in order to go into stasis lock without being easily detected. Nothing short of a missile barrage or a medical override can pull a Cybertronian out of a healing-induced stasis lock.”

“Or one faulty missile,” Cade mumbled.

“You were attacked, right?” you inquired further, leaning forward and away from the smaller beam you yourself had been leaning against in an attempt to look at ease (mostly for Cade’s sake, though - he was still tenser than a rabbit because he probably thought you might jump at Optimus again, or vice versa). “By the government?”

“An organization called Cemetery Wind,” he confirmed. “They are being authorized to hunt us down and terminate us.”

You bristled, back straightening with a snap. “And you’re staying here? Endangering my family?”

Optimus, evidently, was not one to remain complacent when attacked, even verbally (or he had been through too much to allow him to), because he, too, straightened and narrowed his optics at you. “I offered to take my leave as soon as I came back online,” he said clearly and curtly, “but it was insisted that I remain long enough for repairs to be conducted.”

You turned your intense, unwavering stare to your younger brother, who visibly began to sweat.

“Look,” he started, standing up and taking a step between you and the metal titan curling his segmented lip. “I convinced him to stay. I couldn’t just let him go, he was literally falling apart! They would’ve been able to take him down with a two-by-four! He could barely stand up!"

“Cade, do you realize how much trouble you could get in for harboring a national fugitive? Offering them medical support?” you asked him, voice neutral but dire. “We’re already losing the house, do you want to go to federal prison on top of that? Think about Tessa.”

Cade pleaded your name with frustration tinging his tone. “...he’s - come on, he's hurt, can't you see that? And humans caused this! They’re hunting him like an animal! It wouldn’t be right to turn him out when he’s so-”

As if on cue, the chugging rumble originating from Optimus' chassis coalesced into several heaving cough-like sounds, dust puffing from the alien robot's mouth as his shoulders heaved and optics flickered. A frown creased your face as what must’ve been the rusted transformer’s ventilation systems sputtered and whirred in an attempt to clear whatever obstruction was trapped within.

You looked back to Cade, expression softening minutely. “Cade, you’re heart’s in the right place - it always has been, and it always will be - but...I think you’ve gotten a little in over your head this time. The risks are too big, and I don’t want to see you get hurt for trying to do the right thing.”

“I…” He paused, then sighed and shook his head. “It’s not fair,” he mumbled, crossing his arms, and you had a sudden sense of deja vu extended over a decade back.

“It usually isn’t,” you told him gently. “But...we shouldn’t let him stay here any longer. The government has eyes everywhere, and we don’t know if they’ve figured out where he is or not.”

Cade opened his mouth to protest and you reciprocated to cut him off, but Optimus had apparently had his fill of just listening.

“I did and do not intend to endanger you or your family,” he stated firmly. “I will leave immediately if you should desire it.”

You turned back to face him and straightened, eyeing him warily. “Right now?” you tested.

“Yes.” He met your intense stare with a level one of his own, lacking no less intensity. “I will be out of the state by sunrise.”

Silence, heavy and tense, stretched out between the both of you. Cade glanced between you warily, panic growing in his expression, but he didn’t dare intervene in the unspoken test of mettle and resolve. Neither of you moved, and when you narrowed your eyes Optimus narrowed his.

Finally, you let your arms fall to your sides. “How much longer ‘til you’re repaired to full combative capacity? Can you defend yourself?”

Optimus blinked and pulled his great head back in clear surprise at your clean one-eighty. Nevertheless, you could practically see the tension bleed from his battered frame. “Your brother is an impressively ingenuitive individual. He has already repaired the places with the most damage, and I am no longer in critical condition.”

“Wait, what?!” Cade interjected, his eyebrows shooting halfway up his forehead. “You were - while I was dinking around trying to figure out what to do you were dying?”

Optimus raised an optical ridge. “I was in no danger of offlining, Cade. I simply was on the verge of going back into emergency stasis-lock for self-repair. The repairs you made on my energon lines and plating breaches were enough to prevent that.”

“And - and your spark casing?”

“While it was extremely uncomfortable and had great potential to become dangerous, it was not a pressing issue at the time.”

The man sighed shakily, rubbing at his forehead and looking very clearly frazzled.

You glanced between them, eyeing the plates and wires and inner workings visible in Optimus’ joints in a new light - he was alive, obviously, but entirely mechanical. You’d almost never believed the thought of transformers existing, only ever having seen them on the news, but now that you had one sitting there in front of you, watching you with silent vigilance and wariness, you finally resigned yourself to the reality of the entire situation.

Yeah. You were probably going to regret this.

“Looks like you’ll both need to fill me in on all the specs,” you sighed, rubbing at your face. Your eyes burned with weariness but you weren’t about to let the stranger know, no matter how kindly he acted towards Cade. You met your brother’s gaze. “What you’ve already done, what we need to do, et cetera. But first, I’m making a pot of coffee.”

Cade glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced. It was still unbearably early, but it was already too close to daybreak to go back to bed without wasting the day. “Yeah. Maybe two. I’ll go ahead and set up, and, uh...yeah.”

You cast a lingering glance at Optimus, who seemed to have relaxed for the most part, except for the fact that he was still eyeing you with careful scrutiny. You returned the look before walking out of the barn and into the dewy dawn air.

This was...going to be interesting.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“Can you feel it?”

“Yes.” The massive tree trunk of a leg beneath your hands shifted and tensed minutely. “While a Cybertronian’s outer plating is not nearly as sensitive as a human’s skin, there are still enough sensors to give an impression of pressure and heat. It takes severe stimuli or damage to trigger pain.”

You raised a brow, glancing up towards the transformer’s head, but when you realized he had already been watching you with an unreadable expression, you were quick to drop your gaze back down to what you were doing. The torn panel of plating on his frankly massive calf dwarfed you easily, and you’d been melting the edges with a welding torch so you could meld them back together. It worked like stitches, or so Cade had told you. He was working on the alien’s other leg, closer to his knee where some of the wires and cabling were either torn or frayed. Cade had promised that he’d fill you in on the harder stuff as it popped up, but he’d told you that handling the easy fixes for the time being would make things go a lot faster in the long run.

“So is that what you are, technically?” you asked him, setting the welder aside and grasping the edges of the plating before slowly pulling them back together. You saw some of the cables visible through the crevices between the metal layers tense as you reached for the pitcher of water near you. Maybe he wasn’t being completely honest about it not hurting. You doused the meld, keeping a careful eye on it until you were sure it was sturdy and would stay together. “A Cybertronian?”

“Yes. We herald from Cybertron, our home planet.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that his fingers twitched on his thigh, clenching and unclenching.

“Okay.” You leaned back and glanced along his calf, spotting another smaller tear in a plate near his foot. (Would it be called a foot, though? He didn’t technically have toes...) “I...guess you have different terminology, don’t you?”

“English equivalents, yes.”

You pursed your lips, thankful the welding mask strapped over your face hid your expression. He hadn’t spoken much since you and Cade had started work nearly an hour previous, and even then it was only when either of you asked him a question. “Like…?”

“We call ourselves mechs instead of men.”

You flipped on the welder and started at the crux of the tear, watching as the metal began to shift color until it began to glow before beginning to move along the edges. “Okay. What else?”

“There are several anatomical differences, though your language lacks some words to equate to. Arms and legs, for example. But we refer to our hands as servos, our fingers digits.”

There was a long pause, and you exhaled slowly. “...Anything else…?”

“You call your heads helms, right?” Cade popped up from Optimus’ other leg, his voice muffled from the spare welding mask he had.

“Yes.” The mech shifted minutely, air gushing out of his sides with a cloud of dust. You wondered how that worked. “We refer to our bodies as a whole as frames, everything above our legs our chassis.”

“Eyes?” you inquired.

“Optics.”

“Hm.” You tugged at the corners of the metal, pleased to find that it was more pliable than its much larger comrade. The hot seam hissed and popped as you soaked it. “Anything else I need to know? Basics?”

“While we share the same basic shape and similar organs, I still function more similarly to your Earthen machines,” he rumbled.

“Organs?” You looked up to him at that, your brows rising.

“For lack of a more suitable word,” he responded, optics appearing iridescent through the lense in the welding mask. “They’re biomechanical.”

This intrigued you. “So you’re literally a living machine, not just a robot.”

Air gushed out of his sides again, and you were almost certain that it was a sigh. “At a most basic definition, yes. Most humans that we have not interacted with directly believe us to be simple machines.”

You gazed at him a long moment, not sure how to describe the tone that his voice had edged into. It wasn’t a happy sound, for certain. “...Okay. What kind of organs do you have?” you asked, redirecting the conversation deftly. “Is anything damaged?”

“Cade repaired my sparkcasing and sparkchamber. It...serves similarly to a human heart - it pumps fresh energon through the frame. It’s the most important biomechanism we possess, and was thus the most dire to repair.” He twisted his calf outward to show you another tear in a smaller plate tucked under his knee. “Most of the other wounds have already been taking care of by my self-repair systems while in stasis.”

“So that one wound was a pretty bad one,” you assumed, gripping part of the metal and stepping up in one of the wheel wells so you could reach the tear. His leg jerked beneath you but other than that he remained still. You wondered if it was sensitive.

“Yes. As I mentioned before, it was a possibility that I could have offlined had I not been discovered by Cade.”

You stilled, his words finally clicking. He could die. Evidently, so could the rest of his species. They were mechanical, sure, but they were entirely mortal.

What a sobering thought.

You resumed your work, the barn lapsing into silence again save for the hiss of the torches and the crackle and hiss of hot metal. Optimus would tense up every now and again, and you started to take note of the places he seemed to be the most sensitive. The gaps in his plating that exposed the inner wiring and cabling seemed to be the worst places, and the metal paneling shielding those places were slightly less so. With this information, you were better able to avoid those places and make the process easier for the both of you. Less and less, he flinched, and less and less you had to worry about getting your hand pinched off by his twitching metal.

But as you worked, you began to notice that there was a difference in the metal layering his form than that which was underneath.

“Does this serve as armor?” you asked, knocking a knuckle on one of the undamaged plates. “Everything underneath seems tender.”

“Yes.”

“If we’re going to give him a wash, we’ll need to wait for a rainstorm. Preferably one with no lightning.” You tilted your head back, squinting at the cloudless horizon. “Cloud cover and visual obscurity and all that. Can’t let everyone in the county know we’ve got a ‘Bot in our barn.”

“I think the forecast predicted rain tomorrow evening,” Cade said, glancing up from the Prime’s gauntlet-like forearm plating. He popped the welder’s mask up on his head, swiping at his sweaty, grimy forehead and squinting down at the weld marks sizzling in the barn’s relatively cooler air. “That feel okay, big guy?”

“Fine. Thank you, Cade.” Optimus’ optics shuttered as he eyed the man’s work. He turned his servo face-up, clenching his digits experimentally. He hummed in satisfaction and lifted his gaze to you. “You are under no obligation to go to so much trouble simply for my appearance, I hope you are aware. It really isn’t nece-”

“All that dust is gunking up your ventilation systems,” you told him, though you were pretty sure he was already aware - he was the one who tried to hide how his ex-vents caught and made him sputter on a regular basis, after all. “The sooner we clean you up, the less likely you’ll be to overheat or...whatever you guys do when you can’t ‘breathe’.” You used air-quotes on the generously used anthropomorphic term. “Besides, a good bath feels good for anybody. Fresh start, and all that.”

Optimus dipped his helm in submission, obviously not looking to argue further since it was evident you’d already made up your mind. Quick learner, you thought wryly.

"Cade, you sent me to the store a couple days ago! What else could you need? "

"What's on the list," he responded, continuing to push the taller man towards the barn door. When Lucas opened his mouth to protest further, Cade made a cutting motion with his hand. "I'll pay you back tomorrow - I've got bids going on an old media player."

"Who the hell knocked my punching bag off again?!"

Cade glanced at Lucas with a pointed look in the form of raised eyebrows. "You going to the store?"

The shaggy-haired blond nodded rather enthusiastically, already making a break for the barn door. "Yep - see you in a bit."

"You knew?!" father and daughter blurted in unison, temporarily distracted from their argument.

"You forget that I'm a light sleeper," you told them flatly, with an equally flat expression. "Optimus knocking over a fan was how I found out about him. It doesn't take much noise to wake me up. Especially," you added, raising a brow and tilting your face towards the Irishman sitting at the counter, "unfamiliar voices at god-awful hours of the night."

Cade's head snapped towards Tessa the same moment her face flushed a deep red. She stared wide-eyed at Shane, who avoided both her and your gaze by fiddling with the gas cans stowed under the lip of the countertop.

“Optimus!” you shouted over the din, and the Prime found his chin caught between your dampened, chilled palms. It took little effort to pull his helm down to where his optics were level with your eyes, and he found that despite the turmoil within him yelling at him to avert his gaze with shame and guilt, he couldn’t. Your face was set in grim determination, a fire blazing in your eyes as you pinned him where he crouched with their depth.

“Yeah,” you hissed, “you made a mistake. Earth’s dying. The end of the world is right around the corner. But this- ” You gestured towards the Knights, their infuriated growls puncturing the air and almost drowning out your voice. “-throwing your life away is not going to solve it! You want to fix what’s happening?”

You pulled him closer, and he could feel your hot, rushed breath puffing over his faceplate. “Then get up there and fix it. There’s no point regretting what you’ve done when you’re just going to lie down and give up so easily! You get up, you find a way up there, and you fight!” You hesitated, a glimmer of something he couldn’t catch flickering over your face before disappearing just as quickly. It made his energon chill and his primary tank drop low into his chassis. “You fight, you fix it, and you come back down here and let me punch you for being gone so long.”

"Remember when I said you were an eight out of ten?" you asked softly.

He hummed in affirmation, the faint upward lilt of a question curving the sound.

"I lied. You were a ten from the start. The voice did it."

Optimus laughed, long and low, warmth blossoming within the depths of his chassis. "I am pleased that you find me so appealing."

“I’m serious!” you laughed, punching his wrist lightly. “The fact that you were a big scary thing in the dark jumping out to eat me was the only thing that kept me from realizing it for so long. But you weren’t so scary once I got to know you.” You smiled up at him warmly. “You’re not so big and bad, even when you try to be.”

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Terrible Trilogy

Part 10

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"Hurry the hell up!" Billy ordered as Stu got out to go into a gas station for a restroom break and snacks. You just got done pumping gas and now you were just sitting in the parking lot.

Stu flipped him off as he left, leaving you and Billy alone in the car.

He shifted in his seat to look at you as you sat behind the wheel. Both of them finally agreed after you convinced them daylight traffic near LA was not the right time for either of them to drive and draw attention.

"So, we're just going to Hollywood to...What? Look for clues? Is that what we're doing with our lives now?" He muttered.

"Don't let Shaggy hear you say that, but yes. Not unless you want to hear 'zoinks' for the next hour."

"I'd have to kill him."

You chuckled at that before he turned in his seat to look at you.

"...Okay, since I was forced to share my personal life bullshit; what is your deal with Gale Weathers? Other than her portraying you as a complete slut for me and Stu."

You gave him a mocking smile. "Aw, thanks for that reminder."

"Gale wrote it, not me." He rolled his lips. You knew the memory of the closet was in both your minds. You expected him to tease or mock you but he said nothing for once in his life. He continued with a light shrug. "You've mentioned little things here and there and I want to know what's the deal with all that."

"Well, this came out of nowhere."

"I want to talk about it alone. So, while your trusty guard dog is gone; Talk."

You sighed but figured now was as good a time as any. Stu was relatively caught up but Billy was clueless on your life after Woodsboro. If this is what it takes to get along for now then so be it.

"Well... After you left the theater, Gale lived. I mean, obviously. I saved our asses from being killed by Mickey when he attacked us. You know the movie rule; one last scare….Did that count for anything in her Channel pocketbook? Nope. Still always the opportunist that doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone but her money and name."

Billy scrunched his brows. "Mickey was dead-"

You cut him off. "He wasn't. I had to shoot him a couple times till he stopped moving. Even with wounds that should have killed him; he still got up and was ready to rip anyones head off in some blind rage over Hallie's death." You had a distant look in your eye.

It was silent a moment before Billy scoffed. "You?...You're telling me you shot that big ass poser?...More than once? I don't believe it."

You gave him a dirty look. "I shot at you."

"Exactly, shot at me and missed. You didn't shoot to kill."

"Who says I didn't? So, I missed my target? Big whoop."

Billy huffed at that with an annoyed glare as you glared back at him. "Yes, Billy; I shot Mickey Altieri till he was good and dead. I'd tell you to ask Cotton or Gale but both aren't possible. Read the detailed police report if you have to; I'm sure you could find it online...Now, can I finish my story or what?"

He stared at you, taken aback at your serious tone. "...Yeah okay, whatever. Go on."

"Anyways, she came to me in the hospital for a deal after she saw you two and you both confirmed it to your Mom... The deal was; she puts me in a new light as the innocent victim and retracts the Woodsboro Massacre story by having me say you both were alive while helping her find you."

"...Or?" He raised his brows impatiently for you to continue.

"Or she will make herself my problem. Forever...Guess which one my stupid ass picked? Worse, I sued her and pissed her off even more." You chuckled. "I mean, like it would have mattered. She would've painted me as involved no matter what. You can't trust media types."

You saw the suspicious look he gave you.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not involved. I would have killed you a long time ago if I was. "

He stared you down in the passenger seat. "I don't know...We killed your best friends. We killed your boyfriend. We tried to kill you. We had some choice words to say to each other on the phone."

"Listen...Don't."

He gave you an odd look as you rolled your lips. "You're right; we're not friends. Bringing up that phone call or what happened at Woodsboro is just asking for a fight that I doubt Stu could even break up. Bringing up the murder of my friends and James is more surface level than the shit we said to each other." You glanced over at him. "So, let's not rehash it...Please."

He stared a moment before giving you a neutral expression. "I'm not rehashing anything. Just pointing out you'd have plenty of reasons to kill us off."

You gave a scoffing chuckle you couldn't hold in. "God, Loomis. I might be the killer but you want to act shocked that I aimed at you and killed Mickey...Are you trying to convince me or yourself that I'm still that pliable good girl you can manipulate?"

He leaned forward into your comfort zone, a look in his eyes as you sat there with an annoyed glare. You experienced him purposely trying to get in your head too many times to be fazed completely. You just got a dose of it last night when he was smoking outside.

You suppressed an eye roll as he tilted his head to look at you, mere inches from you. "...You don't think you can be manipulated? Really?" He purred, a slight familiar smirk on his face.

You glared daggers at the audacity he still had. "People can be manipulated when they have hope. I don't. You're wasting both our times here." You firmly gave.

He eyed you, losing the smirk as you elaborated. "I don't have hope that my life will be okay after this or that you and Stu will be better people or that I'll ever have a friend besides the other Woodsboro survivors that are friends without a motive."

"...You still have fear. Fear is the best manipulation you can use against someone. " He was still in your space, his eyes darting down from your eyes as his voice was matter of fact.

Your voice was heavy. "Of course I have fear. I live my life everyday in fear. Everytime I set my alarm system or hear a weird noise at night or have a night terror; I'm scared to death. But...I accept it now. I've already thought of the worst possible scenarios in my head over and over again and...The hopes just...Gone."

His gaze went from predatory to one of understanding. He stared at you, his dark eyes slowly roaming over your face before staring into your eyes. You both stared a moment, inches from each other before he sat back in his seat.

"Word of advice; Don't lose your survival instincts because of something as stupid as hope.... Hope is just imaginary bullshit anyways."

" My survival instincts have never been better. Surviving is all I know how to do now."

You both held the stare. You were fine letting him know just how much you changed these last few years and how willing you were to survive.

He folded his arms and leaned back in his seat. "Back to Gale. Why is she so interested in you? She can't be that hellbent on finding us with no proof other than her memory."

"Oh but she is...She's been on my case since Woodsboro. Blocking her shooting you plus rumors from students was enough for her to frame me as an accomplice. My lawsuit almost went out the window because the beginning of Stab said, and I quote, 'Based on a true story. Some things have been changed for viewers' entertainment' but when the judge saw how my character was smeared and a real life assault happened; she couldn't get away with that."

"Assault?" He muttered with a raised brow.

You shifted in your seat at the memory. "Yeah. I told you; surviving is the one thing I know how to do...I hate talking about it but I had a mega fan of Stab swear up and down I was a part of the killings because how could the movies be wrong? He wasn't pretending to be a masked killer but...He uh-" You swallowed and put a hand on your chin for a moment, looking away from Billy to think back. "He attacked me outside my parents house late at night during my court case while I was taking out the trash. He blacked my eye and slammed my head against a nearby tree. It all happened so...So fast...He uh...He threw some liquid on me that smelled like fuel. I think he was going to try to set me on fire. Thank god it wasn't acid, I guess."

Billy stared at you intently. His features fell as he listened.

"I got away, got into my house and he followed me into the kitchen." He didn't answer as you continued, a heaviness in your voice you couldn't hide. "Then I whipped around and stabbed him in the neck with a kitchen knife...My family came back home with me in a fetal position on the ground next to his body. I didn't even call the police yet. Christ, they were only gone for 10 minutes. After that, I vowed to move as far away from people as I could with as much security and as many locks as money could buy me. I thought I was protecting myself and the people I care about...That wasn't even enough."

You shrugged, trying to make light of an awful situation. "So, I had to kill two people within the last few years. I didn't want to but...Dog eat dog world. That's what you and Stu claim."

You rubbed at your nose and rolled your lips to hide any traumatic emotional response dying to get out. "I stopped seeing Henry, my therapist, because he kept pushing me to get out into the world and I don't want to. He only knows what I tell him. He had no idea what I've actually went through or that you two were very real and very much still alive...It felt pointless going to see someone that either wanted me on pills for hallucinations I know for a fact are real but can't tell him how I know or to push me to be normal. I want to be. I wanted nothing more than a simple life far away from everything and everyone just to live out my days, boring and safe...Didn't happen."

Billy shifted in his seat, opening his mouth to say something before closing it. He pushed his tongue inside his cheek. You could tell he wanted to say something but wasn't allowing himself.

He swallowed before mumbling low in his throat. "...So...Well, what I'm hearing is that Gale's a suspect." He gave. That definitely wasn't everything he wanted to say but you expected as much.

You responded with a curt nod. "I guess so. We're not acting until we have definitive proof."

"Giving orders now?"

"No, just using common sense. We don't need any useless kills that could lead police back to us."

His eyes widened as he slowly looked over at you. "No shit but...You're telling me you're willing to kill again?"

"I don't want to but for my survival; I will. I already told you, I did it twice. And pardon me but I gave you and Stu a run for your money as well."

You expected him to glare at you or to pull at a knife and threaten you for being so cocky. Instead he just scoffed and looked at the window beside him.

"You were a pain in the ass, I'll give you that."

You both sat in silence as you saw Stu come back and sling a bunch of bags in the back seat.

Billy was good at hiding his emotions and changing subjects. He did it instantly like a switch while you silently felt dread at the memories that just got brought up again.

Billy huffed. "Jesus, Stu; what the hell is all that?"

Stu showed what he got while he was already chewing on gum that you could smell clear from where you sat. Cinnamon. That scent always reminded you of Woodsboro High, walking the halls and standing near the lockers while Stu smacked his gum and goofed off with Randy or picked on Tatum. The scent of Tatum's sweet perfume. Sidney's bag always smelled like the birchwood candles she burned at home. Randy smelling like way too much adidas cologne to the point it gave you a headache and Billy smelling like that hair gel he used that gave him that signature swept back look that always fell forward and separated; making his hair like oily when it was just stiff.l with gel. The noise of the hallway. The sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and lockers slamming shut. Seeing Sidney under Billy's arm and thinking they were a normal healthy couple...Seeing Stu kissing Tatum's neck as she playfully shooed him away...The guilt you felt at wishing you had what Tatum and Sidney had while in denial and telling yourself you never thought of them like that. That it was the relationship you wanted, not the guys. Opting to go out with James to distract from it; thinking you wanted a relationship like your friends had...If only you knew-

"Hey, Earth to YN."

You blinked at Billy's voice before jumping when Stu lightly tapped your forehead with a twizzler from the backseat.

"Jeez, easy!" Stu joked as he offered it to you. "It's a twizzler. Not a knife, babe."

You breathed out a sigh and took it. Billy looked back and offered his hand out. Stu scoffed. "You think you're getting my snacks, dude? Get the hell outta here."

"I think you can spare something from your three bags, pig."

"You paying?"

You gave him a side glare. "Stu, spare a chip."

"Fine. I guess I should help the homeless here and there."

Billy jerked his head and glared at Stu in the backseat before he had a small bag handed to him. Billy huffed and threw it back. "Do not give me fucking crappy pretzels when you have doritos back there. Hand them over." He did a grabbing motion with his hand behind the seat.

"Sure thing...Ooh!" Stu made a moaning noise before tossing the bag up until it hit the ceiling and fell onto the console. "Sorry there, man. Slipped."

"Kind of like my hand slipping upside your head." Billy grabbed the bag and gave Stu a look. "If I open this and there's no whole pieces; I'm kicking your ass."

You offered your hand out as well and Stu jokingly went to give you a bag and jerked it away. You turned back and gave him an annoyed look. "Stu, I will help Billy kick your ass."

"Cool." Billy commented.

"As if you could."

"The bag of bugles or lays, Stu...Please."

Stu playfully raised his brows. "Since you asked so nicely, come back and get them."

"Stu, it is noon. I'm already tired of driving. I'm on edge...I want it right now!"

"Ooh, so you want it right here and right now, huh?"

Billy chuckled as he popped a chip in his mouth while watching the free show.

"Stu!"

"I mean, are we talking about the snacks or-" You punched Stu in the leg and yanked a bag from the seat. You tsked to yourself when you saw it was the pretzel bag.

You sighed in defeat before you had a bag of your favorites in your lap. You glanced over to see Stu leaning forward and smirking at you. "Relax, you think I'm that much of a jerk? I'm just teasing. I'm just totally stoked to get to Hollywood!...And you hit me for it."

"Not sorry." You muttered with a small smile. "Thanks though."

"Okay, can we get this show on the road? So far our only suspects other than each other is Gale. And the sooner I plunge my knife into whoever is doing this crap; the better." Billy gave.

"Gale Weathers? Where did that come from?" Stu asked.

"I'll tell you on the way."

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You parked the car as far as security would let you. The moment they saw your ID and knew who you were, they let you through.

"...I've been dreading this the whole ride." You mumbled.

"Why are you so damn glum? At least you got to sue. I had to deal with that awful wig they gave David Shwimmer in silence."

You gave him a deadpan expression. "Really, Billy? The wig. The only thing you find wrong about this is your hair?"

Stu leaned forward between you both. "Man, both of you are being drags. It's Hollywood, baby! We are on the set of a movie all about us. Live it up!"

"Yeah, great. I'll just go high five all the cast!...We're in hiding, you dolt."

Stu suggestively raised his brows at you and you inwardly cringed. Praying he wasn't actually going to do what you thought he originally wanted to do.

You changed the subject. "Yeah well, I say you both hang back while I talk to people around here. Hopefully Randy will be around here somewhere."

Stu smirked. "Yeah, good luck. Dorklord is probably geeking out on set somewhere. Jizzing in his khakis over a movie."

"Or getting tongue tied while the hot actresses use him as a coat rack." Billy added with his own haughty smirk.

You glared at them both. "Okay, I'm getting really tired of the constant insults! If you too want to insult each other, be my guest but leave my friends and me out of it."

"What? You're one friend, Meek Geek? Kind of hard to do." Billy gave with a chuckle.

You smacked your steering wheel. "Stop!" Both their faces dropped at how angry you were getting. "You don't even know who he is! Or Dewey! Or me! Okay, Randy is a talented movie buff getting his footing in the film industry. Being a geek got him pretty far; where did being the asshole bad boy get you?"

You got out of the car as Billy opened his mouth to argue and you slammed the car door shut. It was broad daylight and you motioned them out. Between your weapons and broad daylight just a corner away from a populated area; the only thing either could do was run their mouths.

Stu got out of the car first and half cringed half smiled at you as he jogged up to you. "Jeez girl, nice one but...Don't have a fit over Ray-"

You jerked your head to give him a simmering stare behind your sunglasses. "I'm not having a fit; I just don't like people being jerks for no reason."

Billy slammed your door and gave you a mocking look. "Yeah? Well that's just how life works. I can guarantee you he's the same geek as in High School and you're just sore he's your only friend."

Stu smirked. "Probably balding by now too. I don't know; let's bet. Skinny like in Highschool or fat?"

Billy gave a devious smirk back and you rolled your eyes. "God, the only thing you both bond over is juvenile bullying. Shocker." You started walking as you locked your car with your remote. "Besides, he's definitely not balding or the same guy in High School. He grew up...A lot."

Billy scoffed. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're being dickheads for no reason. He's my best friend-"

"Yeah, in hopes you'll give it up." Billy mumbled.

"He had that opportunity and didn't take it. He's not like you two horny cretins." You shrugged, adjusting your sunglasses as you all walked near the buildings away from the very few people that walked by in their own worlds.

Stu stopped in his tracks. "Wait...HUH?"

You sighed heavily, stopping and rolling your neck to untense your muscles. "We sort of dated for a hot minute."

Both of them stopped dead in their tracks. You had that uneasy feeling, hoping that Stu didn't get any ideas out of jealousy. You were prepared to hear yelling or insults but you whipped your head around when you heard a slow build up of laughter.

Stu released a high pitched laugh and pointed at you while Billy hushed him and leaned against the building as his shoulders violently shook from suppressed laughter.

"WHAT?! What is so funny, you freaking imps?" You snapped.

"You?...Ha! You and MEEK?!" Stu choked out with wide eyes and a shit eating grin.

"What was it? A dare? Pity?" Billy chuckled with a smug grin of his own.

"No, actually! It was right after he got out of his coma! We casually dated a few times and then decided we weren't liking each other for the right reasons." You huffed, grinding your boot heel into the pavement as they both continued laughing in disbelief.

"Came to your senses, huh?" Stu quipped.

"No, he called it off. Not me."

Both their laughs dwindled and their faces fell at the serious tone and glare you gave them. You folded your arms as they both stared.

"...Are you serious?" Stu asked, losing his smirk.

"Dead serious. We dated and had one make out session before we knew it wasn't right. The spark just wasn't there."

Stu soon looked offended. "What the fuck? No way. That little dork would be grateful! I don't buy it. Look at you!" He gestured to the new get up you had on. You were self conscious of the shiny red leather pants and black lace camisole but you figured you better dress in the best clothes you brought for Hollywood.

"Me neither. Randy Meeks would have been your love slave if you so much as flirted with him, let alone gave him tongue!" Billy added. "Honestly, I don't believe you even kissed him. You're bullshitting us right now, aren't you?"

" I'm not. Ray is fucking catch now! He has dates every other week with beautiful women. He was a popular geek at Woodsboro; you think he didn't get girls at college? He did. He still does. Highschool status is nothing once you graduate. "

Stu shook his head. "Nu uh. I don't believe it, Sweetcheeks! I just don't"

"Believe it, Stu. Women aren't attracted to the same thing you guys are. That bad boy popular rich jerk bullshit that got you both girls in High school gets OLD as an adult."

Billy looked almost disgusted at you. "Well, if you're so certain; what could possibly make him call it off with someone like you then? No matter how frumpy you look living in the woods-"

"So sweet." You mocked with a sarcastic smile.

"-You're still out of his league. What could possibly make him dump you?" Billy gave.

You rolled your eyes behind your shades. "What else other than that god forsaken town and what you two did there?"

"Long story short; we both trauma bonded at Windsor. We were stressed over a horrible situation, we were scared for our lives and we both brought back memories to each other. Almost losing him made me determined to give it a try. I was just a Sidney replacement and our kiss made him realize that. I wasn't as into it as I thought I would be either because he was just…A...Derek replacement." You faltered, saving yourself from mentioning two names you'd rather die than mention out loud. You shook your head. "Point is; We both lost important people in our lives and tried replacing them with each other. Trust me, we work better as friends and there's no attraction no matter how much we goof off and fake flirting with each other for laughs."

Stu scrunched his face in outrage. "You were just hyping him up!"

"Hey, can't argue with facts. Boy has women all the time. He's got a date this weekend with a tall, brunette that's trying to get into modeling." You shrugged. They gave you disbelieving looks in return.

You lowered your shades to give them both a serious stare. Lowering your voice to a growl to avoid anyone hearing. "Remember the crazed knife wielding lunatic I was when I thought he was dead? Well now, I'm closer to him AND have a gun. If either of you get jealous and try the same shit you did with my ex...I will either shoot you or have you both arrested, even if I get booked too."

Billy looked at you in interest. "You wouldn't."

"I would. Because without them two; I have practically nothing. I will gladly go to prison for obstruction and other charges if the ones responsible do too." You gave them each a look before putting your shades back in place. "That clear?"

Stu looked skeptical but nodded. "Crystal...Besides, I'm not threatened. I mean...It's me. No one compares to me, huh babe?" He winked at you.

"Your humbleness is amazing as always, Stuart." You sarcastically gave before looking over at Billy. He threw his hands up.

"Why are you looking at me? I could give a shit less!"

"Just letting you both know. That's all." You drew out as you started walking and they followed. "I'm going to try and talk us into the studio to get a better picture of everything and find Randy. If they don't let you both in; then maybe look around? We'll meet back at my car-"

You trailed off as you rounded the corner to see how busy it was and the giant sliding door with Ghostface on the side. A pit fell in your stomach at the imagery as this idea felt more and more hopeless by the second.

"Woah." Stu mouthed in awe.

Billy must have felt a mutual feeling as he subtly hid behind you near the building's corner. "This is a fucking horrible idea! Someone is going to see us!"

Stu rolled his eyes. "Would you relax? No one is going to recognize us on a movie set."

"Fuck off! One look and we're done!"

You turned to him, leaning close to whisper. "Billy I feel the same way but...What choice do we have? Come on, you're like, the best under pressure."

He glanced at you in surprise at that. "...Yeah?...Yeah but pressure is talking my way out of a situation. Not walking on set with people who probably have seen articles of my face everywhere to play these roles."

Stu blew air between his lips. "Please, It's easy. Watch."

"Wait-" You tried stopping him as he walked. You and Billy watched him casually walk. He waved at random people that waved back with a smile.

"I can't tell if he is stupid or crazy." You muttered in awe at how little he feared danger.

"Both." Billy mumbled back as you both started following him.

You subconsciously felt eyes on you whether they were or not and tried calming your breathing. 'Don't have a panic attack, don't freak out, don't-' You recited in your head as you walked up to the building. Security was everywhere.

You saw the door opening and a bunch of people moving. Stu grabbed your hand. "Now's our chance, come on-"

He dragged you as you tried to keep up as you all three slipped past security through the crowd of people.

"Shit...That worked...Now what?" You mumbled.

Billy muttered in your ear. "Stu and I are hanging back while you find Randy."

"Good idea. He'll instantly recognize you both."

You both were stopped by someone with a headset and board in their hand.

"Woah there. No one gets in without a pass. No media!"

Stu huffed. "I'm here for an audition!"

The guy gave him an unamused look. "Yeah? You and every other tall Cali boy thinking they can nail the part."

You stepped forward. "Sir, I uh...I have a friend working here actually."

"Oooh. Wow. Never heard that one before. Get out-" He went to shove you and Stu away to the door as Billy hung back a bit. Giving everyone paranoid glances.

"Okay, fine." You sighed as you dug out your ID and handed it over. The young man's eyes widened as he saw your name and face.

"Oh...YN?"

"Yep." You sheepishly grinned.

"Huh...I can't see the Producer allowing you in but the Director is all about bringing in Woodsboro locals to his movie. Whatever. That's above my pay grade. With the recent Cotton murder they're changing rules here left and right. Ugh!" He stepped aside to let you go but stopped Billy. "Uh, I don't think so."

Billy scoffed. "I'm with them."

"I heard he's here to audition and she's YN. I don't remember you stating your business….Wait a minute...You know who you look like?"

Your stomach dropped as you all looked back and Billy's face dropped. You all were silent, your mind was frantically thinking of what to do. Do you all run? Do you try to take out a guy working behind the scenes of the movie? Do you lie your ass off? You didn't breathe as the security guard eyed Billy up and down.

"A younger Johnny Depp! You know before he started growing his hair out and bleaching it for his new role in Blow coming out. You look just like him!"

Billy gave a relieved smile as you all let out a breath. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I get that a lot."

Billy went to walk past and the man put a hand up. "Hold on there. We get look alikes all the time; doesn't mean they're allowed in. Besides, we don't have any Johnny Depp's needed here."

"Uh, he got a job here too! Yeah, my friend Randy Meeks put in a good word for him."

"Oh, Mr. Meeks. I just let him in a few hours ago...So, what is this guy? A tech geek?...He looks more like one of those actors for that convict movie on Studio 24 about a bunch of losers getting arrested for a failed robbery or something like that...I don't know bud, I think it's the trench coat and hair. So 3 years ago."

Billy's face fell as you and Stu grinned at each other.

Stu proudly exclaimed. "He sure is! Best damn actor to play a loser. Honestly, you would think he was one; he is that good!"

Billy gave Stu a glare that promised death when the guy wasn't looking.

You tried to be serious even though you wanted to laugh your ass off. "Yep! Yep he is definitely trying to get into acting. He's auditioning for the role of...Randy."

"Oh, you didn't hear? They killed that character in the last movie. The old director thought it was more climatic that way...And a leaked script doesn't help. Heard it got a lot of flack for the decision. Mr. Meeks was a fan favorite. But they have Ricky as a homage. "

You gave a fake sad smile. "Aw, that's too bad. Ray definitely has the sense of humor to be popular among fans of Stab. But we're heading to a few studios after this. I just had to stop in to see the real Randy, talk to the director and let uh...Dennis here audition. So, can Vincent tag along?"

The guy grimaced. "I don't know. No one gets in or out without a pass. The security is tight and I'm just a minor part of the production department. "

"Oh, not even the original Stab survivor?" You pouted. "Please. It's been hard on Randy coming back to all of this and he really needed the support. My acting friends here have been dying to get in too and I'd hate to be the one to turn them away."

"....Alright, but put these on and stay out of everyone's way." He gave you each a pass from his bag and shuffled off as he checked some things off his list.

Billy waited till he left before turning to you both. "...Both of you go fuck yourselves."

"Oh, I plan to. Maybe YN will join me-"

You chuckled and shoved him away. "Nope for the hundredth time...Now, both of you ease back and let me walk. If anyone sees us…" You trailed off as your eyes landed on someone. You shoved your shades on top of your head as a smile graced your lips. You raced towards him, leaving those two behind.

"...YN?"

He put on a few pounds, had his hair slicked back and a name tag on but still had the same lovable goofy grin when he saw you. You ran up and instantly hugged him.

"Dewey!" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he gave a surprised chuckle.

"YN, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

You both gave a sheepish chuckle. "Deja vu." You gave. "Seriously though, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I work on the movie. They wanted someone from Woodsboro to help the story." His face dropped as he turned you around. You looked behind his shoulder to see both Stu and Billy were gone. Hiding or snooping somewhere. Dewey gave you a worried look. "YN, I didn't want you coming here. Cotton Weary-"

"I know. I came here because Randy invited me."

"Why would he do that?!"

You put a hand on Dewey's shoulder. "Hey, I came on my own accord, Dewey. Besides...I uh...I can't hide forever. If I'm not safe in your company then where else am I?" You smiled. It faded at the deep frown Dewey gave you.

"YN…"

You both were interrupted when you heard a voice behind you.

"...YN?"

You turned to see a young guy with glasses and a grin. "Oh my God, it's actually you! No one has seen you, or uh...So, I've heard." He looked worried for a moment. "You're not here to file a lawsuit, are you? Please for the love of Christ tell me you're not. I have detectives breathing down my neck and Milton thinking of shutting down production-"

"Oh, no. I'm not. Not this time." You laughed before extending your hand. "You know who I am but uh, who are you?"

He smiled and shook your hand. "Roman Bridger. Director."

Dewey added. "Roman uh...Do you think it's safe for YN to be here?"

"No safer than the rest of us. I think the detectives are just freaking out over what? An ex-con turned talk show host? It was a one time incident!" Roman's attention was drawn to somewhere else. "Oh excuse me. Auditions. Don't let Milton see you, he's still upset over the paperwork his assistant had to file from your lawsuit in 99."

You looked at Dewey who still seemed worried.You smiled at him. "Dewey, it's alright. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really. Just...On edge."

You nodded even though you didn't believe it. Someone went to get Dewey as he said goodbye to you and you wandered away. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you gasped as Billy dragged you into a corner.

"God, Billy-"

"Shut up for a second. We have a major problem."

"What?"

"I'm gonna kill him. Stu went off and now I can't find him. I swear to fucking God if he's not the one behind this-"

You put up a hand. "Okay, okay. We'll find him, just take it easy."

You and him walked as he whispered in your ear. "I can't wait to get out of here. There's too many people that might see my face, including Dewey. Randy's bad enough. Why didn't you tell me he was here?!"

"I didn't know! It shocked me too, honest! I was just talking to him and the director. "

"Goody for you. I was too busy looking for Stu's dumb ass."

You both jumped as someone yelled your name.

"God, now who knows me?" You hissed as you and Billy turned around with wide eyes to see an older man marching towards you both.

You didn't recognize him but he recognized you. He had an intimidating vibe about him that made you uneasy.

"I heard through the grapevine YN was here and you better pray that I'm wrong."

You gave a sheepish smile as you and Billy both shrank back. "U-uh...Who's asking?"

"John Milton. Film Producer for Sunrise Studios and the guy that had to deal with you sueing production and giving me a massive headache. First Gale Weathers, now you. Police breathing down our necks. Honestly, is Security taking naps around here or what?!" He shouted for everyone to hear.

Billy instantly started easing away and had you by the shoulder to subtly lead you as well. You stuttered. "W-Well, we have passes and-" He instantly snatched it from your hand.

"OUT! SECURITY!"

Billy deepened his voice a little and hid his face. "Not necessary, asshole! We're leaving."

You and Billy practically raced out of there, being shoved the rest of the way out until the door shut behind you.

Billy smacked his sides in an exasperated shrug. "Well that was the dumbest fucking idea you ever had."

"Hey, you could have waited in the car! Besides, now we have to find Stu."

"Fucker...Where could he even be?!"

You were pacing and trying to figure out a way until you both got interrupted when you saw Stu walk out with a huge grin on his face.

Billy instantly grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the crowds and prying eyes with a glare. "Where the flying fuck were you?!"

"Chill out, man. I was auditioning."

Billy's whole face dropped. "That was a cover story, idiot!"

"Nope, that was plan A. Guess who just got the part of Stu Macher? Director said I had to get a wig and my nose wasn't right...Funny, as hell considering. But I got it!"

You cringed as you visibly saw Billy start to implode.

"You...WHAT?"

"Billy, we're in public-" You warned.

Stu smirked down at him. "Hey, Mr. brightside. I just got us inside everything in the studio and I get to play ME on the big screen. Win win."

Billy gritted his teeth and shoved Stu against the building. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL!-"

You had no choice but to put an arm around Billy and pull him back. "Vincent, we're joking about that right? Because we're in public." You hissed with a forced smile. Billy clenched his fist and you could see his jaw ticking as you had an arm looped around him. This was the most physical contact without fighting you had with him since Woodsboro. He shrugged you off and glared at you too.

"We don't even know if this is where we should look and this stupid, dumb bastard just put his face...LINKED TO ME; on full display." He turned back to Stu with an angry hiss. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Stu rolled his eyes. "Man, it's fine! I'm SUPPOSED to look like Stu Macher. No one knows! Besides, if the director and cast just now didn't notice then no one else will either...Maybe you need to take more risk instead of sleeping in abandoned buildings and getting paid under the table with fake made up names."

Billy went to get in his pocket out of rage filled instinct and you stopped him. You looked at Stu. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him right now."

Stu scoffed. "You both are way too uptight. You both look more suspicious right now than me. Lurking around, checking over your shoulders, stumbling over stories."

You rubbed your temple. "You know...This might be good."

"HOW?!" Billy growled out, turning his rage on you as you held up your hands defensively.

"I'm just suggesting that this might be insider stuff considering we both just got banned. Cotton was killed. This movie is about Woodsboro. How funny that Randy AND Dewey got invited to work here."

Billy eyed you "Your point? Make one quickly because my patience is THIN."

Stu's connected the dots first. "...You think...You think the killer is inviting them here?"

"Maybe...Including you. How did this job idea come about?"

"Uh, an agent found me and offered me to work on Stab and...Ooooh fuck."

Billy punched his arm repeatedly. "Oh. Fuck. Is. Right. Stupid. Fucking. Moron!" He growled out between hits as Stu winced. Stu gave him a glare and raised his hand to hit back.

"Stop! Public!... I think we need to stay here and look."

Billy threw up his hands and walked away. "What choice do we have! We're on a wild goose chase and NOW his face is linked to this movie!"

You looked over as Stu ignored Billy and squinted his eyes at someone in the distance. He shook his head. "...Nah, can't be."

You looked and a huge grin slowly spread over your face as you saw him talking to people. A white tank on and an oversized shirt wrapped around his waist with khakis on. He brushed his longer hair back as it tried falling from the volumized swept back look he was going for.

"Ha! It is." You drew out with sadistic glee at the looks on Billy and Stu's faces. "Wait here and try not to show yourselves too much." You ran before they could say otherwise.

You got halfway to him before yelling. "Hey, Seth Green!" You yelled, not caring about the small group of people nearby. Sewing Dewey and Randy brought about a bit of comfort from the anxiety of a new social situation. He looked around and you laughed and cupped your hands to yell again. "Yes, you! I'm a huge fan of your work Seth!"

He whipped his head your way in confusion before a smirk stretched his face. You flipped him off and he laughed and walked towards you, flipping you off as well.

He had a slight limp when he tried jogging but most wouldn't notice. He laughed and rushed over to meet you halfway, picking you up as you released a snort of laughter. He picked you up off the ground and chuckled. "Is Seth ripped? I don't think so, asshole."

"Okay, okay! You just had to show off your muscles, huh? They look good. That training is REALLY paying off. I can use you to fight my fights from now on."

You could feel his much larger and more defined arms set you down as you still had your hands on his shoulders. He smiled at you, his blue eyes twinkling in the sun. He pulled back with an endearing grin.

"I think the hell not. I've seen you fight, you're fine…And look at you! Damn, those red hot pants and the lacey top. From woman of the woods to Buffy Summers."

You shrugged with a flattered smile. "Yeah, I couldn't go to Hollywood in flannels and jeans."

He gave you a confused smile. "I'm so damn happy to see you, honestly! But...What are you doing here? It's not exactly a great time."

Your smile fell slightly and you tilted your head. "What do you mean? Ray, you called me this morning, silly. You specifically told me to come here."

He scrunched his face. "Nnoooo...I most certainly did not."

Your face fell completely as you realized your hunch was right...The killer lured you all here on purpose and you talked to them this morning.

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(Echee post) Emma Watson gets drunk and scales a fence naked

Posted on March 20, 2014

In her new interview for Elle Emma admitted something that correlates a tweet from a witness from in July 2011 on location filming Perks of being a Wallflower From snitchseeker.com May 2014, "Among her exploits: She dated a costar Johnny Simmons, and she broke into a swimming pool at 3 A.M. "It was at a hotel," she reports happily. "It had a gate around it. My friends turned around and basically, I was gone. And the next thing they saw was me seven feet up in the air, scaling this fence." This, apparently, is not as out of character as we might suppose. Watson says coyly: "I shouldn’t be able to get away with what I’m getting away with." Here is the tweet from July 2011 and here is a POST I originally posted it in at the time "@_MarieChristine $*MarieChristine; Saw @EmWatson get so drunk that she got naked n climbed the fence to go into the swimming pool at my friend's hotel......http://twitter.com/#!/_MarieChristine." So it was true. I'm not posting the quotes here (I'll link the posts with them below) but to generalize this is a girl that claims to be shy and doesn’t like to party and doesn’t drink to have a good time because it makes her really sleepy and she’s just so boring she says and blah, blah blah. She sucks people in with these statements are herself that makes people like her. It's not just about drinking and getting drunk but everything. Nothing about her is genuine in any shape or form. She is a fraud.

In a recent interview for Wonderland Magazine Emma admitted like she always has which has been one big lie that she's boring and doesn't like being the center of attention.

So in her Wonderland magazine Emma says she shy, socially awkward and a introverted person. For some reason I don't believe her. There are certain things about her that leads me to believe she is not shy or the least bit introverted. The first part of this question asked her straight out as she ever wanted to go off the rails and get drunk and she talked about getting a tattoo but never fully answered that question. The follow up question which is split below in two parts was, "But you’re not as puritanical as that, Emma" So let's look at some thing 1.) From wonderlandmagazine.com Feb 2014, "The truth is that I’m genuinely a shy, socially awkward, introverted person." Posing half naked

For years Emma has said she was shy. From topcelebrityheadlines.com June 2011, "I’m shy." From zimbio.com May 2011, "It's really hard to have a love story for me. I'm a famous actress. And I'm shy." From digitalspy.com October 2010, "Actually, I'm quite shy. I've never liked attention." From iheartwatson.net June 2011 “I still feel shy, but I feel more like I can accept it.” Her come hither looks which I limited for space reasons. There are many and I left out new ones from the Noah premiere. This is not a trait of shy and introverted people.

I doubt a truly shy and introverted people are going to say they'll strip to gain approval for anything. From mtv.com November 2010 (NYC Deathly Hallows) When we caught up with Watson just before she ducked into the theater, we informed her that 90 percent of our viewers had given her wardrobe choice — a specially made Calvin Klein gown — an enthusiastic thumbs-up in an MTV News online poll "Awww, really? Wow, that's such a high percentage!" she exclaimed. "Wow, I aced it, obviously. That's great." While 90 percent is definitely a high number, what might she do in order to get the full 100 percent of viewers' approval? "I don't know, take it off?" she quipped. Then there is her modeling which doesn't strike me as someone that is shy or introverted.

So shy and introverted she can tell a radio host some guy thinks she looks good naked From nudography.com 2008 'Harry Potter' film actress Emma Watson has said she would do a nude scene in a future film or stage role if the script called for it. Watson got on the topic of getting naked on BBC's Live Five radio "I think it's wonderful that Daniel is willing to be so brave for his craft. It's a big risk doing something like this while being so internationally known, but he's a true professional". When asked if she would ever bare all for her art, Watson replied, "Yes, absolutely. I would do it if the script called for it. I guess I would be a little nervous, but I've been told I look good naked, so I guess I've got little to worry about". When Shaffer asked Watson who thinks she looks good naked, she playfully said, "Now, now! I won't say. But I trust his expert opinion." Then there is her attention seeking along with her sultry poses and outfits she sometimes wears. Below is a series of photos from the Cannes for TBR. Everyone is walking up the steps arm and arm but Emma stops to grab the spotlight. Once she takes the arm of a cast mate she can't stop turning around smiling, giggling and waving. Once she gets to the top she hooting and hollering and then blows a series of kisses as her cast mates walk inside. This is not someone that is shy and introverted.

Claiming she wished she did more naughty things is yet another example of what a shy and introverted person would not say. From harrypotterfan.net Nov 2010, "I wished I’d done more naughty things. Three months ago I cut my hair and at that moment I felt I became a woman. I’m ready to start taking risks. I feel less girlish than ever." ... cough ... cough... From emma-watson.net September 2013 (GQ awards), “Given the perilousness in the journey from child star to adult, any award with ‘Woman’ in the title is frankly a relief!” <---- thought she, "I’ve never been in a terrible rush to be seen as a woman.” Then there is the choices of some of her outfits. If you're shy and introverted you're not going to show some flesh and you're certainly not going to show some flesh on TV or at a strip club. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself. You'd be more than happy to dress modestly. There are just a few and I limited them for space reason as well. I left out her recent plunging neckline outfit from the Noah premiere in Madrid and many others like her famed 2009 HBP premiere wardrobe malfunction outfit.

From Elle magazine April 2011 iheartwatson.net, "Does having short hair make you dress differently? ’I think it’s made me bolder in my fashion choices. It’s allowed me to dress more sexily.’” cough ... cough... From omg.yahoo.com W magazine May 2013, “I’ve never wanted to grow up too fast: I wanted to wear a sports bra until I was 22! The allure of being sexy never really held any excitement for me. I’ve never been in a terrible rush to be seen as a woman.” Never heard of a shy and introverted person want o dress more sexually because of a haircut. Then there is her constant blowing of kisses which she does a lot of which all the classic pin ups like Marilyn Monroe ands other used to do. I guess it has nothing to do with shyness but introverted people are not going to go around blowing kisses at people or into the camera.

Then there are moments like this. Who does this? Shy and introverted? I think not. This is begging for attention and just plain weird.

Blowing kisses, posing, giving that sultry look and just enjoying all the attention is not the trait of a shy and introverted person.

Now the only thing I believe her on is the socially awkward part.

Now to the second part of that quote 2.) "At a big party, I’m like Bambie in the headlights. It’s too much stimulation for me, which is why I end up going to the bathroom! I need time outs! You’ve seen me at parties, Derek. I get anxious. I’m terrible at small talk and I have a ridiculously short attention span." I doubt this is true. She loves to be the center of attention on red carpets. She loves the attention. So why would parties be any different? At Coachella (bottom left photo) she was moshing at some points on stage.

This video shows her dancing on stage but there is another I lost of a video shooting down from the stage over Emma's head and you can see she's in plain view of the thousands in attendance. When I find it I'll post it. Shy and introverted people that can't take all the stimulation like she says would not put themselves out there amongst strangers and onlookers. If so, what kind of shy and introverted person is that? To see her drunk/leaving clubs and to read her contradicting quotes about drinking click these links below Emma doesn't like to party Emma never goes clubbing Emma can drink like sailor Emma lied about not drinking at Brown So basically like so much I covered on this blog by exposing her BS this is yet another example One more thing and it's a quote I've posted many times but she keeps on changing her tune In this new interview I started this post off with she also said From snitchseeker.com May 2014, "I was being offered roles that I didn’t feel were very complicated," she says. "Women that were a bit one-dimensional. Roles that required me to be one thing. Real women never are." So, rather than embrace mediocre work, she hid out in Providence, Rhode Island, emerging only for projects that would both stretch her muscles and challenge her public persona." But yet she said something different during her time at Brown From aceshowbiz.com November 2010 She tells U.S. magazine Parade, "I get some amazing offers to act, and sometimes it's hard to say, 'No, I'm going to stay here and do my homework.' People are like, 'What do you mean she's not available?' This college experience is really important to me, and I won't give it up." And yet it was not about roles at all two years ago. It was about her studying From nytimes.com September 2012, “Why hasn’t she done more films before now? “I think at first I didn’t because I was always either studying or filming, I didn’t have time to go off and do other films or other things to sort of show people that, Oh, she is not just Hermione, she is an actress and she can go and do these other parts and roles." So which is the truth and which is the lie? So Sam in Perks and Nicki in TBR were complicated roles that she ended up leaving two Universities for? How about her small role in MWWM that took her a little over a week to film?

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houseswolo · 5 years ago

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Day 3 - 'Tis The Season To Be Thirsting

The reveals are running a couple days late thanks to our mods getting lost in finishing @nanowrimo (HUGE PROPS to everyone who participated!) - stick with us, we have some awesome people in store!

"Stand with me, Rey"

@my-jedi-life

(Twitter: @MyJediLife | Ao3: MyJediLife)

What got you into Star Wars?

I was 3 when I saw ANH at the drive in with my family. It's my earliest memory. Fast forward 40 years or so, when my best friend Jennifer decided we were watching SW together online. When I saw Adam's face, I was gone all over again... my obsession came roaring back.

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

Honestly... I think I became hardcore Reylo with the hand touch.

Why do you write / make art?

Because I have these idiots in my brain telling me to write their stories, and if I don't I may go insane.

The Object of your Thirst…

CLYDE LOGAN. (Or Adam Driver in all other forms)

Which Adam look do you like the best?

Umm.. his Clyde look. Long hair, scruff... goatee and stache.

Which Adam avatar/ role do you like the best?

It's me, people. Clyde Logan.

Which part of Adam do you like the best?

His hair - NO - his lips - WAIT - his eyes... everything. I choose everything.

Favorite Star Wars Movie

The Last Jedi

What do you like to write / draw / paint the most?

Reylogan. Soulmates is a close second.

Your TRoS Prediction

Bendemption by Kylo Ren dying to help get rid of Palpy, and being brought back by some very familiar Force Ghosts as Ben Solo... ending with him and Rey and a binary sunset.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

Angst, swirls of dark greens, purples and black.

If you were a candy bar, what would your name be?

Sweet & Nutty

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating?

On my couch, headphones on and music cranked up high.

Are you a dom or sub?

Sub?

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

In the back of a 1966 Volare in a state park.

What's your kink?

Adam Driver

Use three words to describe yourself.

Loyal, creative, loving

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

I am living my best Jedi life? I have no idea. It just sounded cool.

Are you a big spoon or little spoon?

Little spoon.

Do you like it rough or soft?

Both?

Favorite toy

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Favorite fic you read

Forbidden by koderenn, Cable Guy by littlemistake, LWABOC by diasterisms, Unravel Me by UnderTheCancerMoon

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

River Deep, Mountain High

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

From the EU: Jacen & Jaina Solo. Maz Kanata and the Mandalorian from Canon.

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@thoseindarkness

(Twitter: @thoseindarkness | Ao3: thoseindarkness)

What got you into Star Wars?

My Mom when I was a baby, though TLJ brought me into the fandom and publishing fics.

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

All the amazing and detailed meta that I saw on Tumblr after TLJ. When I went for re-watches in the theater I wondered how I'd missed all those sexual overtones the first time around.

Why do you write / make art?

Because the voices in my head would drive me crazy if I didn't let them out to play.

The Object of your thirst...

Kylo Ren (in the mask), Ben Solo (out of it), Rey, Hux, Poe, Rose, Holdo. I'm an equal opportunity thirsty.

Which Adam look do you like the best?

That 70's running shoot he did. That's how I like him, lean and wiry, not buff. He's got a great build for it.

Which Adam avatar/ role do you like the best?

Tie between Ben and Phillip Altman.

Which part of Adam do you like the best?

The way his jowls wrinkle when he's emoting.

Favorite Star Wars Movie

Movie: Rogue One. Story: Rebels.

What do you like to write / draw / paint the most?

The real world in every messy, ugly, complicated detail. I think the idea of literature as pure escapism is flawed. I like to show the world as it is and then reveal the beauty in the imperfections. There cannot be light without darkness.

Your TRoS Prediction

I'm not getting my hopes up for anything and can't wait for it to be over. That's when the story group can have the reigns back and start pumping out all the stories that will backfill what really happened in the 30 years between Return of the Jedi and The Force Awakens. That's what I'm most looking forward to.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

I think my username says it all. 😘

If you were a candy bar, what would your name be?

I don't know what it would be called, but it would have dark chocolate, Nutella and raspberry.

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating?

At my desk at home, one of my comfy hoodies on, a cup of coffee, some good mood music, and a Reylo fic prompt.

Are you a dom or sub?

Lifelong switch.

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

You're going to have to define exotic/weird. I've gotten intimate in semi-public and group settings. I once went through a tollbooth topless while being fondled. Does that count?

(HS: Hells yeah, that counts 😆)

What's your kink?

An inquisitive mind. Not kidding. That will turn me on faster than anything else could.

Use three words to describe yourself.

those in darkness

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

In high school I liked to come up with AIM screen names by creating these evocative incomplete sentences. Like quoting song lyrics without the songs. "thoseindarkness" was one of those names. I liked it so much I've kept it all these years and it's always been either a nerd or writing aligned username for me.

Are you a big spoon or little spoon?

Lifelong switch.

Do you like it rough or soft?

Yes, please.

Favorite toy

The goat 🐐

Favorite fic you read

Very tough call between Wanting by Minkel23, Score by SpaceWaffleHouseTM, and Requiem for a Monster by roane. They are all *very* different.

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

All the ones I haven't shared yet. Particularly the canon post-TRoS story I've been sitting on since TJL came out.

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

Kanan mother fucking Jarrus! Since this is a thirst highlight I may as well tell you... I would do such naughty things to that man. Or have Hera do them for me. 🖤

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Meet the other Thristies!

Thirst Order Advent Calendar Day:

1 | 2

cc: @tazwren @deadlikemoi @drnucleus @ashtyntaytertot @lostinqueue-ffa @my-jedi-life @shestoolazytologin @kaybohls @nite0wl29 @cosmo-gonika @wilsonthinks66 @roguesinside @areylofan @3todream3 @koderenn @queenoferebor @thereylowritingden @housedadam @house-crylo @houseplaidam

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I'm not sure why I haven't posted anything here yet since this world craziness started... Normally I would have bombarded it with posts everyday and such.

This social distancing is my life style, so I've been doing pretty okay better than most unfortunatly. Thank you Tumblr, and hours of scrolling for preparing me for this moment in time!

I've been filling my days with video games, reading and trying to force myself out for runs. I've helped my mum clean the house. (She has a bad back and would end up killing myself if I didn't go over every once in a while to help out)

I've also recently shaved my head! Finally, I've wanted to do it for years to see what I'd look like and to get rid of the years of dying it and hairstyle frustrations. I like it, but some days I get self conscious and don't end up going for runs. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse and I'm just hella laazy!

It's a learning curve for sure, I've been reading a lot of philosophy lately and listening to the philosophize this podcast for the past year now so I've been trying to work on myself, thinking more and trying to meditate and gain self confidence and just be able to help myself help others. If that makes sense? Anyway, cutting off all your hair really helps practice Stoicism. There's no instant regrowth, and my hair takes longer to grow out than normal people.

I do love myself, a hella a lot more than I used to. There's nothing I wouldn't change, and I think that mind set alone has been what gets me out the door more often for runs and wanting to take care of my body and mind!!

I've also been cooking more, to save on money and because I'm not a huge advocate for waste being delivered to my door. I have had breakdowns however, I did it twice, I've ordered breakfast for myself to help me get up earlier and to get better coffee. Because the Maxwell can is not working out for me, and it's so gross, its taking me forever to get through it! I'll still drink it though, because, caffeine! Hello.

Back to cooking more! I've been mostly making mashed potatoes and what nots, but I'll occasionally make a vegan grilled cheese or have vegan hot dogs! I've made some pasta, quinoa and lately before bed I'll get a chia bowl ready to set while I sleep. That's pretty healthy and delicious. I've made terrible pancakes, I accidently got the whole wheat flour rather than the other stuff, soo that wasn't a fun mistake. Alas, no waste, so I have to make it into things!

I also signed up for a sustainable cities online course, lots of reading, but it was on sale. If anything it'll help me plan imaginary cities better in my head and I'll be able to put it on resumes. So level up?

I've re arranged my living room so I can easily switch between laptop and PlayStation without having to get up for any reason! +40 laziness. Aha. Fun.

Cats bombard with with attention and cuddles All. The. Damn. Time. I thought cats were supposed to not care and be independent and stuffs. Not my cats, noo. I wake up pinned, cat by my head, in the curve of my back and on my feet! If I'm laying on my back xews will be on my chest. Like hello! Let me breathe. They follow me to the bathroom, and to the couch! My couch is tiny, and all three of them find a little spot and take up all the space. It's hard to take notes! Anyway. I love them, I love their cuddles I'll never take them for granted and I'll always be like okai in the lap you go! It's nice playing a videogame with your cats stretching their paw onto your paw!. #catmum

Works been telling me the new opening day is July 3rd.. July 3rd two more months of this madness. I'm okay with it though, I'll hopefully finish the online course and get out for more runs! I've signed up the the social distancing run thing, I'm hoping to do a 10k for it!

Our government is all over the place about everything, and its making people crazy! There's lies, uncertainty questions unanswered. There's conspiracies left and right and I don't know which ones to believe. I mean some seem drastic and obviously crazier than others. I'm just not politically educated enough for this. But what if they're true to? I dunno, I've been watching a lot of things and reading stuff of history and stuffs and theirs some people that end up being corrected and proven right when people thought they were insane ? And yea people are just crazy and have their crazy thoughts. I dunno. I just want to have a back seat, and I mean my first and foremost fight is with nature, so my bias towards anything will be on how it affects the future of how we live with nature. If that makes sense? I could go on and on about this part, but this part makes me the most unwary and depressed honestly. I've been crying for days about this and where I stand, I've always been one to stand with the people. But which people? My brain hurts. I'm a sheep guys. I'm a sheep. I'm just a very lost sheeple.

People that I know from South Africa sent me a message saying that they were starving and asked for help, I wasn't sure what to do. I sent them some money, but I don't have much to give. I hope it'll be enough to get them by for a couple of days! I haven't heard from her since? So I don't know?

Anyways.

I haven't heard from my possibly future school yet about the upcoming semester and what to do, am I still able to go? Are they going to be opened by end of August? Will I be allowed to travel to another province? I'll wait till the end of May to send an email and find out! I am not doing that course online, I have a hard enough time motivating myself to do this current baby course. And I really want to do well in this course if I get there! It was a whole thing guys.

Before all this started I had started therapy, volunteering for the theater and taekwando. I'm really sad that i haven't been able to take part in these new hobbies. I had the chance to volunteer for the opening of the wizard of oz production before all the other shows at the theater got cancelled. It was amazing. Maybe I'll be able to do something similar while I'm in Vancouver. I only had one beginning trial class for taekwando, I'm slightly sad because by the time it reopens I'll probably be heading to Vancouver and won't be able to attend.

Cancelling therapy was the hardest, I had just started after years and years of being afraid to go for many reasons. I only got two sessions in before having to stop due to being laid off. But it's okay, because I still have my writing as my therapy. I end up asking the questions to myself while writing. I've read a lot of psychology, well not a lot, but a good amount. But the extra help and guidance was nice. I learned new terminology that applied to myself and my childhood and a couple other things that I'm able to sit back and acknowledge during meditations.

It was like I was finally getting out more, trying to fix myself, trying to go meet new friends and say hello to the world. And then the world was like nah. Back to social distancing! Kay, thaanks.

The last three or so days I've felt a little pull back into myself and I couldn't motivate myself lately. I think a large part of it was due to an argument I had with my mother, and the political drama that's been going on lately.

Wanting to go on runs or outside to enjoy the chilly sunny day has been a struggle, when it hasn't been I'm a while. I was playing ESO with a couple friends when all of a sudden all I wanted to do was just lay on the couch, curl up with my eyes closed and just bleh. I listening to the ESO music for a while and remembered that I haven't wrote anything in a long while on Tumblr or anywhere. So here I am, returning to my old therapy just writing my garbage thoughts to replace them with happier more motivated ones. It's sort of working, we'll see how the day goes.

All in all, I'm okay, my family is okay. And only time will tell what craziness is next for this year!

If anyone read this far down, first of all thank you. You're probably someone that I love! Love you <3 and I hope you're also doing well, and staying safe!!!

#xews #sleep #thoughts #personal #me #writings #writing #therapy

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Your First Date with Steve Rogers

An: As requested by the lovely and amazing @a-girl-who-loves-disney oy vey . . . this is so long. I'm so sorry, I guess I got carried away. Any who, enjoy :)

After Peggy, and the whole bombshell of being in the future, plus all the time Steve spends saving the world and at shield he never thought he'd find anyone ever again.

but he was wrong. . .

cause he found you obviously.

I don't care about cheesy and cliché-- it was love at first sight (for him at least) and nothing can convince me otherwise!!

And it only got worse when he talked to you. Yeah, he was pretty much a goner from the first conversation. . .

You were so nice and intelligent and it was impossible for Steve to keep himself from falling for you.

It's a known fact that Steve Rogers has never, ever backed away from doing anything scary or crazy in his life, so of course he out right asks for your number then and there (in a slightly shy kinda adorable way)

Of course you give it to him

He's lowkey internally freaking out cause he's never really had any luck with girls before. They ignored him before he got the serum, so really he's only been with Peggy . . . and that technically didn't even get to the dating phase. Now suddenly this amazing, stunning girl is giving him her number.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Soldier down. I repeat: soldier is down.

Anyway, you guys say goodbye and go your separate ways.

Steve really wants to call or text you later that day, but he gets pulled into a shield mission and it's the next day before he finally does.

Nervious! anxious! super soldier here as he pulls out your number and punches in the string of digits written on the slightly crumpled piece of paper.

If anyone asked him later, Steve would admit that pushing the call button was one of the bravest most nerve wracking things he'd ever done in his life.

Would also admit without embarrassment that nothing could ever top it on the nervous scale.

Steve was born in the 1940's so politeness is his middle name. That's why there's ten straight minutes of small talk, first. The gentleman has to check up on you and ask how you've been cause that's the nice polite thing to do and he doesn't even regret when you talk for five minutes about everything in your life.

Steve also tells you a bit about how he's been doing, but not too much cause of all that sensitive classified shield stuff.

FINALLY, he works up the nerve to ask you out.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me."

"I'd love to."

"Great! Does Saturday at 8 work for you?"

You say it does and it's one happy captain America who hangs up the phone after saying goodbye.

so so so so happy and over the moon, but tires to be stoic and keep feelings under wraps.

It doesn't work

He still seems a little more chipper then normal so the rest of the avengers catch on (including Tony) and so they're asking him about it through the day. He keeps trying to brush them off and pretend nothing's different.

But in the end Steve cracks.

He tells them all about you-- mostly cause they insist on having every detail and knowing everything and oh boy, by the end they do.

Tony and Natasha were especially probing and thorough with the questions.

Seriously, they just didn't stop.

Once they're all satisfied, the avengers get down to work.

Next mission: Help Stevie with his date.

They all offer suggestions, opinions and advice. even mild mannered Bruce Banner.

Thor keeps congratulating Steve on "his wooing of the fair maiden"

Clint gives some helpful suggestions and insight, but you know he also couldn't help throwing in a few jokes, a quip here and there, and the occasional sarcastic comment.

Tony would have no qualms. none. he'd be laughing and joking and congratulating Steve. allllllll the innuendos. All his advice is kinda lewd and Steve wouldn't do any of it in a million years. It's all shot down, expect for the last one or two which were actually serious. Stark wanted to do a full background check on you, just in case-- and hey, it might help think of something good to do for the date. Everyone says no. . . and he does it anyway on the sly (of course he does, this is tony stark).

Natasha is the most helpful, being her usual serious self and giving real useful opinions.

Banner in a quiet way contributes and is the second most helpful. Throws in like two light jokes and one congrats and is the most chill of any of them.

In the end Steve decides to take you to the movies.

This is where Tony's background check came in handy cause he could tell Steve what kind of movie you'd like with out Steve having to ask you.

He looks online and sees what movies are playing-- and thankfully there's one you'd like and it's playing not long after he pick you up-- just enough time to go to dinner somewhere then get to the theater.

the rest of the team all helps him, getting the tickets before hand, finding a restaurant-- then Tony handles setting up a reservation there for the right time. They all weigh in on the outfit he picks out and Steve is really grateful for all their help.

finally it's the day

Steve drives over to your place on his motorcycle and walks up to your door.

you know he got a bouquet of your favorite flowers and he's just standing there on the front step clutching them like a life line cause he's a nervous supersoldier tm

He's faced down Nazi's and taken down evil organizations but he can hardly handle this.

Your door opens and he's blown away cause your just, so stunning!

And his heart goes !!!!!! when you're literally just wearing a normal top and jeans.

He's so in love and such a sap that he thinks you look perfect all the time. so. . .

It's a minute before he remembers the flowers. Then he does and hands them over to you

"These are for you"

You thank him and go inside to put them in water before joining him outside again.

"Shall we go?" "We shall."

Thanking your lucky stars that you thought to wear jeans as you climb on the motorcycle. High key freaking out cause you have to wrap your arms around Steve to stay steady and you can feel those abs under his shirt!

Steve high key freaking out internally cause your arms are wrapped around him and your holding on to him!!

Both kinda sad when you've got to get off cause you sorta want to stay like that. . .

The two of you walk into the restaurant to find that Tony didn't just reserve a table. . .no, of course not--- he reserved the entire restaurant for an hour or two so other then you and Steve it's completely empty. and the entire wait staff is just looking after you two.

The host shows you to your table and the two of you sit there staring at your menus feeling awkward.

it gets even worse when you've ordered and you kinda have to talk. . .cause lets be real, even if Steve's now CAPTAIN AMERICA WITH AN INREDIBLE BODY TO MATCH HIS PERFECT HEART AND SOUL, AT HIS CORE, HE'S SITLL THE SKINNY, AWKWARD, SHY KID FROM BROOKLYN WHO NEVER QUIT OR WALKED AWAY FROM A FIGHT. . . so he's not sure how to talk to you?? or what to say???

Finally you break the ice by asking what you're going to do after this, and the two of you end up talking about the movie for a bit. After that the both of you are more comfortable and all the awkwardness and shyness melts away.

The rest of the dinner goes well. Both your meals are delicious and the conversation's smooth and interesting and it's way too soon before you and Steve are paying the bill and walking out the door.

You guys get to the theater and pick up the tickets. . .. and since no movie is complete without snacks and a drink the two of you walk over.

He tells you to pick out whatever you want--it's on him (aw, the gentleman) Buuut since he did all this stuff already you insist and end up paying for both your snacks.

The two of you head into the theater and -- lucky for you--- are able to get seats right in the middle with a good view of the screen.

It's a blast. the two of you talk a bit, watch the the previews and when the movie finally starts, it's great beginning to end.

the two of you walk out of the theater discussing it and just walk around the city for a bit cause both of you want to prolong this date as much as possible since you like spending time with each other and you're pretty sure you're in love with him already.

ssssssshh but-- Steve is already 100% sure and is pretty much thinking about your future together, and planning it al out in his head already but you didn't hear that from me. . .

Anyway, after about an hour of walking he drives you back home and the super soldier (being the gentleman he is) walks you to the door (awwww) and he's not exactly awkward, more hesitant cause he lowkey doesn't want to go and is it ok to kiss you??? You're the one in the end that makes the move, kissing him before saying goodnight and walking inside.

Steve just stands there, smiling at your door for a minute with his hands in his pockets.

When he walks away Steve's already planning your second date. . .and the third.

Steve rogers is a pure, good, kind, angel of a human being and he deserves a love in his life. good night!!

Extra: as soon as he goes into work the next day the team ambushes him, sits him down and doesn't move till he tells them all about how it went.

They start setting the plans in motion for the next date that very day.

The forevers: @a-sea-of-fandoms @casownsmyass @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @scarlettsoldier @thatbasicnerd4life @docharleythegeekqueen

Marvel girls: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @kenziecole-green @l4life @padfootsiriusorionblackthethird

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An Evening of Online Plays Right in our Living Room Directed by Missouri S&T Theatre

By: Ricky and Dana Young-Howze

St. Louis, Missouri

It was a cool and rainy evening when Dana and I followed the Zoom link and joined viewers across the country to see "An evening of Online Plays"

Produced by Missouri S&T Theatre. One of our dear friends Erin Lane had one of her pieces in the bill of four 10 minute plays to be presented that night and invited us to come watch. This night of online theater, produced by Taylor Gruenloh and presented by Missouri S&T theatre students was our first time reviewing a Zoom Production and definitely will not be our last.

This was directed by two students of Missouri S&T's directing program. When classes were cancelled for Victoria Hagni and Madeline Lechner their professor Taylor Gruenloh knew that unless they actually produced a finished project it wouldn't feel as if the two students weren't getting the most out of their independent study. So they quickly changed gears and commissioned ten minute plays from four playwrights from my graduate program Hollins University that would work perfectly in a Zoom format. This livestream is that final result.

It's worth mentioning what Dana and I are looking for when we review a production produced on an online platform streamed out of people's homes. We of course are looking at the level of acting and the production value of the plays but we are also looking at how this new medium of performance is taken advantage of and how the artists worked within those constraints. We are definitely as much beginners at reviewing this as the artists are performing in it. We also know that these students were ramping up and learning for something completely different than pioneering a new artform so we empathize. So now that we know we're both adjusting to a learning curve let's get down to the nitty gritty.

We've decided to talk about the plays grouped by the director not in the order that they were presented and since these were brand new plays written just for the production we're reviewing the plays too.

First we're looking at the plays directed by Madeline Lechner.

De-Equalized by Amy Lytle is a play about two students Katie (played by Natalie Arnold) and Jordan (played by Adam Bateman) who are working on a group project while they are separated on spring break.

I'll admit putting this play up as the first play we see was a very eerie experience. Not just because it was about two students talking about a group project over Zoom but also because this was Dana and my first primer into what a Zoom production is. Seeing the screen jump back and forth between the two actors like it was cutting back and forth like in a movie was bizarre but I was immediately intrigued by the possibilities.

I was very impressed with the actors trying their hardest to emote to somebody that is not physically in the room with them. I felt like Arnold did a better job at this than her acting partner. I can only imagine having to not only keep myself cheated open for the audience but also knowing that my acting partner is a small post card sized picture on a screen. Also knowing that your performance depends on the connectivity of your device and the tilt of your camera is probably as big of a rush as tightrope walking. But because of this feeling of risk some of their emotions seemed to go stagnant. I needed to feel like this energy could travel eight hundred miles.

This could have been an acting problem but I definitely feel like some of this sits on Lechner's shoulders as a director. If the energy isn't shaking the rafters you definitely need to find ways to ramp your actors up. But we also feel like the playscript didn't give them higher stakes to begin with. Not everyone reveals family secrets doing homework. Also Dana never believed she was going to walk out on him which really did kill the stakes.

As for the play Dana noticed there was a lot of exposition about scholarship and financial aid that anyone watching a college show would know. We would hope that in a further draft the playwright would trust her audience more. I loved the idea of students finding out something about a friend that they didn't know before but also wish that the action had started way earlier. The play spent so much time on exposition I feel like the play didn't start until the eight minute mark and then they only had two minutes left. In a future draft I really hope this is addressed.

Also directed by Lechner was Breathe by Erin Lane a play about Dory (played by Raelyn Twohy) and Michael (played by Michael Ellis) two parents having to coparent while being separated and trying to calm each other down while also trying to appear strong for the other.

I love that this play made use of ANY kind of action and it was a great refresher from Lechner's previous piece. I still would have asked for much more. Also Dana got the sense that this play was supposed to have a lot of chaos in it but in her words it was "the calmest chaos she's ever seen". I agree. Especially if this is a play about getting the results of a test be it Covid-19, AIDS, pregnancy, or even strep I think you would feel a TAD more tense than that. This harkens back to what I said before about Lechner and getting energy out of her performers. As a director I will tell her you have to do whatever it takes to get that energy out of your cast because if we as an audience don't feel it we're gone. This was a great first outing and if I'm sounding tough it's because I feel she does have potential to do well in the future. Just get that energy in!

As for the acting it seemed that while Dana and I believed the Dad instantly we felt something was "held back" from us. We don't know if that was an acting problem or a writing problem. I am leaning heavily towards acting because of the several "I forgot my line" pauses and constant repeats of cue lines we normally see in high school productions. I personally think it must have been hard to show so much emotion just using your eyes and not having a full stage to work with but if these pauses normally just slow down a stage show on Zoom they felt like an eternity.

This play utilized my very favorite kind of exposition where everything we needed to know about the action was fed to us through something that we already knew. We all know that kind of back and forth between a Mom and Dad as they suss out parenting. But then you have this through the lens of long distance. Someone can't be home and now they have to trust someone else to get it done. This is the coolest kind of love story for me. However due to dropped lines and pauses I totally lost the part where Dory is a nurse and that she's taking a Covid-19 test. Dana had to tell me based on her scrubs. I hope that a future production of this play has the faster pace and the higher stakes it deserved.

Also a quick note: I know that no one is really pioneering Zoom set design just yet but I feel that I have to mention the black curtain behind Ellis's back. Dana and I have a running joke where we wonder if there is a "different play behind the curtain" that's more interesting than the one we're seeing. This presented a literal version of that for us where we spent more time wondering what was behind that curtain than listening to what he was saying. Out of love for these actors and with mad respect for what they're doing even if the curtain is hiding dead bodies we kinda hope it isn't there in the future. You guys rock and deserve better than that.

Next we'll be talking about the plays directed by Victoria Hagni.

In Scaramouch and Pinochle by Mike Moran we meet Lizzie (played by Megan Baris) and Bella (played by Haley Jenkins) two sisters who were separated when they were little and adopted by families across the country. Now they're reconnecting.

I loved that this play involved some action that fills up the camera frame and that Hagni gave the actresses some business to do such as painting nails and looking for things. If you think of the screen as your proscenium arch then you start to realize that you can utilize all of that space to tell your story.

Dana loves the use of props and the chemistry between the two actresses even though there were some moments that seemed like they were talking more at the screens than to each other. As you guys know I'm a sucker for puppets so even a sock puppet wormed it's way into my heart.

As for the script I feel like the realization about the Mom’s death and other family drama wasn’t "earned". There was no build up to it so I don't know whether it really happened or if our character was just lying. Where the chemistry between the actresses seemed natural the tense moments in the play didn’t seem natural. Overall it was a very cute play and with a couple more revisions it would be perfect.

In Folies a Deux/Pas de deux by Kevin D. Ferguson we meet Amanda Toye as Woman and Luke Goekner as Man. They are a couple with an interesting history and reconnecting after a long time.

I absolutely ADORED the use of the whole kitchen and room as a playing space. Having her start "upstage" at the counter and then moving the camera around as she moved dropped us into the world of the play. This was the first time that I forgot I was watching a Zoom play and just started watching the show. If I have to give one criticism to Hagni at all it is that I would have loved to see this kind of blocking in her previous piece.

I really commend the actors for really knowing their lines, really getting this blocking down, and committing to it. I mean somebody made cupcakes for this show! That's commitment.

Dana feels like this one was the most theatrical because it would definitely work on a stage AND online. This was the play that she absolutely believed with all her heart. I was totally pulled in. This is one of those plays that just make you want to sit in front of a computer and write a play.

The hardest part I'm going to notice about directing and writing for this medium is that you're simultaneously directing a theatre production and producing a movie. The actors aren't just actors they become directors of photography. The only difference between these plays and a movie is that a movie would be recorded for later and edited by someone else. I'm predicting that the most successful Zoom productions will be the ones that blur these lines. Is this naturalistic theatre or an indie found footage film. Who knows and who cares? Actors are not just emoting as if they're in the smallest of black box theaters but also thinking in terms of setups and dynamic camera angles. This is going to be a hard skill to master and in thirty or so years we'll be reading textbooks about the people who started this trend thinking about how we were all just figuring it out.

Also I'm looking forward to the day when we literally don't have the big pink elephant of COVID-19 in the room with us. Right now anytime you see a play livestreamed we all kind of know why it's not being presented onstage. So effectively even if the play doesn't explicitly say so it inherently is about this pandemic I know it's going to be at least a few years before this isn't the case but I will welcome it with open arms.

You have one more opportunity to see this production tonight May 9th at 7 PM Central Time. For those of you teaching theatre right now it might be an excellent tool or opportunity to talk about this evolving theatre climate. Follow this link right here and enjoy the show!

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Prompt for Enjonine? "I work at a movie theater and I'm trying to clean up but you're still here, ugly crying" :P

(ancient prompt? FILLED!)

dedicated to everyone who’s still reading and writing for this ship, in particular to the awesomesauce @aurimaedre who deserves some fluff.

She’s been here for a while. She’s seen things, some of them she will never be able to unsee, not even if she lives to be a hundred years old. She has seen everything from full frontal nudity to proposals to vomit in every direction - and she hasn’t just seen it on the jumbo screen

And the tears? She was around when PS I love you premiered (as a surly teenager) and for the hype surrounding The Fault In Our Stars (as the surly assistant manager).

So she gets it - even the tough guys needed tissues when Han Solo died. And she’s heard that the latest Star Wars movie involved some kind of heroic last stand, so she’d stocked up on the Kleenex.

She just was not expecting the most outspoken idiot running for Congress to be the weepy mess she would physically have to drag from his seat after the 7 PM showing of Rogue One.

The surly teen currently on cleanup duty, some friend of Gavroche’s she’d hired out of something resembling pity, had been way too terrified to ask the intimidating man in the three piece suit to get up and leave. Eponine had no such issues.

“Sir?” she had to force herself to stay polite. “I have to ask you to leave. Your weeping is freaking out my employees and we have another showing to prepare for.”

Zero tact. Yes, she was aware.

The face that launched a thousand swooning housewives is almost unrecognizable through the tears and the snot. Wow, if she’d still been as desperate for money as she’d been in her teens, she would have been able to make the big bucks off this image. Hell, she could still make the big bucks.

But she actually wants him to win. His opponent is a racist, misogynist douchebag who would crush all the benefits that had allowed a poor non-white girl to raise her siblings all on her own. Also, an openly pansexual senator? Fuck yeah! Azelma and her girlfriend totally approved as well.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still vote for you,” she just had to fill the awkward silence. “You’re still prettier than your opponent. And smarter.”

That made Gabriel Enjolras blush while he tried to discreetly blow his nose and wipe his face.

Adorable. No, no, she couldn’t think that.

“Thank you for your candor,” Enjolras was suddenly all formality again. “And I do appreciate your vote.”

He really did not understand that nothing he said would ever make her see him as that distant symbol of composure again. The vulnerability was what made her like him all the more. He was real now.

“Hey mister Robot Man,” she interrupted him while he was putting on his metaphorical armor. “You’re much more appealing when you’re human.”

She does love a good exit line, sashaying out of the almost empty theatre, picking up some empty soda bottles on her way out.

People are pigs.

The next time she saw Gabriel Enjolras, it was on a random TV appearance she totally had not recorded - because she’d kind of become a fan of his. She’d been reading up on the weepy mess, and she’d been so damn impressed by what she’d found. Though he could use some loosening up. Did he even own jeans? Or a t-shirt?

Was he capable of smiling sincerely, instead of using the professional fake smile from the campaign posters?

What was lurking underneath that? Who was he other than the passionate politician? His past, his present, his family, it was all pretty much a mystery. When asked about them, Enjolras just turned the conversation back to his campaign.

Nobody even knew if he had hobbies.

And then she watched the interview. The host was not expecting anything other than the usual forced banter and election talk, but she certainly was charmed when Gabriel Enjolras talked about wanting to interact more with his constituents.

Sure, the woman started off a skeptic, just like the others.

“How come you’ve changed your tune?” the host asked, completely straightforward. “Until recently you’ve stuck to your campaign only strategy.”

Eponine started off merely being intrigued by the change, and of course pleased by the humanity she just about ordered him to reveal.

“I blame it on Star Wars,” Enjolras spoke, shocking the host.

“How so?” the woman is trying not to appear too caught off guard, but the surprise certainly showed on her face.

Her wide eyes were caught on camera, just like the hint of a smile that was playing on the future Congressman’s lips.

“Well,” he continued his explanation, “I was recently blubbering my way through the ending of Rogue One. No spoilers, I promise! And while the movie really did move me, the incredible manager of the theater was the one who inspired my policy change.”

The crowd oohed and aahed at the appropriate moments, and Enjolras paused briefly to sip his water.

Eponine was completely frozen in shock, staring at her TV screen.

“Because there I was,” Enjolras gestured emphatically to further illustrate his story, “blubbering my way through the credits, snot-faced and splotchy in my best three piece suit…”

Here the crowd laughed and Eponine had to take a second to remember the fit of that suit. It was a damn good suit.

“I’m sure I terrified the teenager on staff,” the self-deprecating grin Enjolras was now sporting was also really doing it for her. “So they called in the manager to get me to leave. Just so they could start the cleanup, mind you.”

Eponine was not the only one who’d fallen for him just a little bit just now. All the females in the crowd were a little mushy over this - she could tell. Even the usually so straightforward host seemed to melt.

Ugh, so rude of him to give her feelings. She hated those.

Not the point though. Definitely not the point - that came later.

The point came when one of the office gossips found out that the best fluff piece in the election had occurred in their theater. It was a PR dream - especially for one of the less popular theaters in the city. Something about the lack of bullshit extra amenities made them less popular.

So when stupid Cosette - okay, Cosette was almost her friend - found out that Eponine was the manager who’d given the Tin Man back his heart, she just had to use it.

And Eponine couldn’t blame her too much - it put asses in seats, it sold tickets, and as long as she didn’t have to be directly involved in the hype, anything that did those things was fine with her.

But then the Twitter stuff started. There was a hashtag (#enjonine - what did that even mean?). People got way too into this one moment she had with an almost Congressman - they shipped it. There was fanfiction - extremely explicit fanfiction - about what had “really happened” in that theater.

Honestly, something had to be done. Not that the internet could be stopped - there was no undo button once something was out there. But she was damn well going to try to salvage at least some of her reputation as a badass.

Her sister kept sending her links to the fanfiction, and the manips people had made of them together from some pictures she still had up on Facebook. Seriously, her privacy settings were locked down tight now.

This stuff had to stop! But it was such an integral part of the Enjolras is Actually Human platform he was running on that it was impossible for her to do anything about it.

And then, his manager, a way too charming man named Courfeyrac, actually reached out to her about being a part of the conversation. Which was how she ended up coming face to face with Gabriel Enjolras again.

Of course they were surrounded by cameras, and their handshake was more of a photo op than an honest interaction. Cosette had begged her to agree - the words “good publicity” were thrown about at least a dozen times before she finally said yes.

“I really am pleased to see you again,” Enjolras stuck around for the actual chat.

The writers of the fluff pieces that would undoubtedly show up online that very day had already left, but the future Congressman was still here.

“I’m not sure I can say the same,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to soothe an imminent migraine.

His shoulders sagged and he suddenly seemed... sad? Why? Why would he even care? Shit, this was just a campaign move for him.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the robot mask came back on immediately. “If there is anything that I can do...”

She’d just become a random constituent to him. It shouldn’t have made her angry, but it did.

“Turn back to human Enjolras,” she ordered. “Robot you freaks me the fuck out.”

Enjolras laughed then, a laugh that bared his white teeth and made his blue eyes shine under the artificial lights. He’d thrown his head back and she had spent no time whatsoever studying the line of his neck.

It was rude to be that hot.

“Can human me ask you out?” he completely stunned her with his next question.

“I’m sure he can,” she tried for witty to cover up her surprise.

Also, she might have pinched herself just a bit to make sure that this was actually happening.

“I promise I will not be crying,” he continued, the charm completely natural at this point. “And no cameras. Just two humans, on a date.”

Oh, he really was good. And this was what he was really like? It was a good thing she could handle some charm, because this was just unfair.

“As long as it’s just us two humans,” she let her voice trail off. “We can start with coffee. You’re paying.”

He was still smiling - she liked that a lot better than the tears.

#enjonine #enjolras x eponine #you are my revolution #my stories #funny how my e/e stories consistently get liked even months after #so here's the latest offering #to hold y'all over until I finally finish the next chapter of mm

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