#maybe I just really want to make out with both of your faces #did you ever consider that? #Bering and Wells #80 percent angst #30 percent hair porn #90 percent kickass #150 percent FEELINGS #no they don’t give a fuck that doesn’t add up to 100 percent or make any sense #THEY’RE TOO AWESOME FOR CONVENTIONAL MATHEMATICS #HOW ELSE DO YOU THINK HG INVENTED A BLOODY TIME MACHINE? #Warehouse 13 #tag vomit
(Source: helenastacie)
Myka/HG - night music
For tm02, with my compliments.
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It’s been less than a fortnight since Moscow. They’re in a hotel room, decompressing after a difficult snag - Artie, in a rare show of compassion, told them to stay overnight and fly back in the morning. Perhaps he just wanted to be rid of Helena for a little longer. Myka wouldn’t be surprised.
At any rate, their budget only stretched to one room. Myka tells herself she doesn’t mind, but that’s not really true - and the truth of its not being true begins with the fact that she’s lying in her bed, just across from Helena’s, and she’s listening. And she doesn’t know what Helena’s talking about.
The look she gets on her face when she’s quietly thinking of an encounter with H.G. just fucking kills me.
(Source: crazycat9449)
(Source: helenastacie)
Why, why can’t this moment last forevermore?
Tonight, tonight eternity’s an open door…
No, don’t ever stop doing the things you do.
Don’t go, in every breath I take I’m breathing you…~ Euphoria [Loreen]
Summary: Myka caught H.G. doing something terrible.
It was a good day. They snagged, bagged and tagged an artifact without it or anyone trying to kill them. Myka was about ready to sit back and watch whatever movie it was that Pete had picked when she witnessed an unsightly scene before her.
(Source: aka-emmers)
In Ancient Greece,
Men used to throw apples at women as marriage proposals.
Helena, you sly fox.
GDI CHA. YOU PUT THAT IN MY HEAD AND NOW IT WON’T GET OUT.
After the Time Machine incident, Myka sits out on the patio with its creator for half the night.
leave tumblr, then come back to gif all things Bering and Wells. again.
#do you know why i like this bit? #BECAUSE HG IS STILL NOT SURE IF MYKA FORGIVES HER#pete hates her and she knows it BUT WHAT ABOUT MYKA #NO ONE IN THE WAREHOUSE EVEN CARES FOR HER #SHE HAS NO TETHER HERE #just myka #SHE SAYS THINGS AND SHE HELPS AND MAYBE THEY’LL ALL EVENTUALLY ACCEPT HER#not like her #just accept her as another artifact that they need to take out whenever they need help #BUT SHE LOOKS TO MYKA #LOOKS FOR REASSURANCE#AND MYKA DOESN’T GIVE IT TO HER #MYKA IS RESISTING EVERY URGE TO TRUST THIS WOMAN AGAIN #SHE WANTS TO SOOO SOO BADLY #SHE KEEPS LOOKING AT HG MAKING SURE SHE HASN’T FLICKERED INTO NON EXISTENCE ONCE MORE #SHE NEEDS HG TO BE THERE #and by the end of this episode myka has completely forgiven her #she once again sees hg’s vulnerability and regret and guilt #AND SHE JUST FORGIVES HER AGAIN #WE MADE A GREAT TEAM DIDN’T WE #WE DID… I JUST WISH YOU WOULD’VE REALIZED THAT SOONER #ugh my feelings
let me get this straight. there was a hug scripted for the ep “vendetta”. let me say that again: there was A HUG SCRIPTED!
WTF, JACK KENNY, W. T. F.?HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING PHONE! WHAT?! WHAT IS THAT?! A HUG?!
WHY FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DID THIS NOT HAPPEN ON THE SCREEN?!
*breathes*
But, you know what? I’ll be okay. Because, I know in my head!canon now that this occurred. They hugged. It was a hug full of promise and emotion and sympathy and love, because Myka needed it and H.G. would never deny her what she needed. And in that hug, they turned their faces toward each other with Myka burying her head in H.G.’s shoulder and they both held the back of each other’s heads close and meaningful in so many ways. Myka let herself be enveloped in that hug because in the contact it made her feel safe, secure, and she let a few tears fall because in H.G.’s arms she knew she’d found a heart true-enough for her to give herself over to whatever pain she felt. H.G. held her and comforted her until the tears were over and Myka’s hands began to slide down her back - giving her so many unwholesome thoughts that she needed to pull away before she turned that one single moment of pure caring into something not suitable for the setting. But H.G.’s heart burned in her chest and she decided to wait for Myka back at her hotel - hoping she could get her alone for even a few moments so she could act on those feelings and bring Myka the comfort and contact they both really wanted from each other.
Yes, I can see why Jack chose to remove that hug…
Unpopular opinion time (I’m going to get shot for this but)
… I agree with Kenny on this one.
In the timeline of the show, Myka letting H.G. hug her at this point just does not work. I can see Helena perhaps wanting to hug Myka, but Myka would never have allowed it. Not yet. Remember that Myka - unlike Pete - is still emotionally very controlled at this point in the series, and even though its clear from the start that there is something about H.G. that draws her, she hasn’t figured out what it is. Not here, not yet. If you ask me, what should have happened is Helena handing Myka her card…
“Here’s how to reach me in D.C.” Helena said softly as she handed the slip of paper to Myka. The younger woman took it and as she did, their fingertips just brushed. Just the merest accidental contact but took all of Helena’s formidable will to hide the hitch in her breathing as her heart leapt in her chest. Silently the artificer damned herself for her own weakness and yet…Helena Wells allowed herself a moment of brutal honesty to admit that her feelings toward Agent Bering had moved past professional respect and admiration almost from the moment they first met. It was ridiculous, she told herself. There was no reason to feel as she did.
Yet of all the mysteries of this world and those she had crafted in her imagination, H.G. Wells had never managed to solve the riddles of the human heart.
She could, and did however, ruthlessly suppress her desire to reach out and gather the woman in front of her into her arms and offer what little comfort was possible in the face of Death’s harsh truth.
Well, tried to suppress it.
Unable to completely bar her own selfish need, Helena reached out slowly and covered Myka’s hand with her own. The agent - who had been staring at Helena’s card as if it held some kind of answer to the painful unknown - started.
But she did not pull away, and Helena’s heart soared, if only for an instant before she reigned it viciously back in.
“I”m sorry about your friend,” the artificer spoke softly, trying to convey the truth of her meaning with a gentle squeeze of the slender fingers below her own.
For the space of too many heartbeats, Myka just stared at her. Those remarkable hazel eyes searched Helena’s own - for what, H.G. could not fathom, perhaps the same things any person looks for when seeking comfort, perhaps some indication that the older woman was mocking Myka’s loss.
Whatever she found seemed to satisfy the younger agent, however. Slowly, Myka turned her hand in Helena’s and gently returned the subtle pressure.
“Thank you.” The words were breathy, rich and laden with a tangle of emotions Helena felt echoed in her own embattled heart. And in that moment of weakness came the knife-edge of want once again. Oh how Helena wanted: To take fierce hold of the hand in hers and never let go, to watch the brilliant eyes in front of her sparkle with laughter and passion, to taste those full soft lips…
The sheer immensity of that desire was like a spear to her gut and Helena jerked back as if burned.
This wasn’t supposed to happen; she wasn’t supposed to feel this much, so soon…and so she ran, walking briskly from the cemetery as fast as the tiniest shred of decorum would allow.
She did not look back over her shoulder to see Myka staring after her. If she had, Helena would have all-too-easily recognized the conflict etched on the younger Agent’s face and the yearning clouding her eyes…
I love this moment. I love this moment so fucking much - I don’t even care if you ship these two have a romantic relationship or a platonic one, it is actually impossible to deny that the two of them are hugely significant for one another and their relationship just plays out beautifully: Helena, the writer, deals in stories and characters and ambiguities; Myka, her reader, can still interpret them (her) and find layers of meaning.
And this moment! Just this moment- it’s the perfect first meeting, which isn’t a first meeting at all. Myka grew up reading HG Wells novels; she spots the connection in Helena’s ‘Edward Prendick’ which nobody - not in a house dedicated to HG Wells - has seen; she manages to trap HG with the ‘ring’/’ringtone’ American expression. They have a relationship which, from the outset, is rooted in a shared love of language, an awareness of meaning and of nuance, and this moment of affinity - with Helena echoing Myka’s words without even knowing it - is just perfect. They’re the same, but not; they’re different, but not, and Myka realises this over a fucking word. Echoes out of time, effect and cause looping around one another, stories upon stories - and people wonder why I like their relationship? This is their “something effulgent”, and it’s only one piece of their pattern (their story is already being told, they’re already telling their story).
I love words, I love wordplay, and Bering and Wells (Wells and Bering) build their relationship out of nuance, in the spaces between fact and fiction, speech and silence, connotation and detonation. This show, man, this fucking show- have I mentioned today how much I love it?
Yes. This. All of it. Just yes.
Dear OP… LET ME LOVE YOU. Because this is perfect.
(Source: mondoshawan555)
let me get this straight. there was a hug scripted for the ep “vendetta”. let me say that again: there was A HUG SCRIPTED!
WTF, JACK KENNY, W. T. F.?HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING PHONE! WHAT?! WHAT IS THAT?! A HUG?!
WHY FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DID THIS NOT HAPPEN ON THE SCREEN?!
*breathes*
But, you know what? I’ll be okay. Because, I know in my head!canon now that this occurred. They hugged. It was a hug full of promise and emotion and sympathy and love, because Myka needed it and H.G. would never deny her what she needed. And in that hug, they turned their faces toward each other with Myka burying her head in H.G.’s shoulder and they both held the back of each other’s heads close and meaningful in so many ways. Myka let herself be enveloped in that hug because in the contact it made her feel safe, secure, and she let a few tears fall because in H.G.’s arms she knew she’d found a heart true-enough for her to give herself over to whatever pain she felt. H.G. held her and comforted her until the tears were over and Myka’s hands began to slide down her back - giving her so many unwholesome thoughts that she needed to pull away before she turned that one single moment of pure caring into something not suitable for the setting. But H.G.’s heart burned in her chest and she decided to wait for Myka back at her hotel - hoping she could get her alone for even a few moments so she could act on those feelings and bring Myka the comfort and contact they both really wanted from each other.
Yes, I can see why Jack chose to remove that hug…
Toy Panda’s answer:
Bedtime smutfic, anyone?
Because it’s almost that time here. Which means this isn’t beta’d yet, but since I technically promised this yesterday and so am technically late with it… here it is. In its unbeta’d glory.
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A/N: For alittlebit-aces. THIS IS HOW YOUR H.G. MAKES MY MYKA FEEL. And for gainesm. Because you’re just so freaking sweet, and what better way to repay kindness than with porn?
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Fire raced across her skin, and she trembled in the wake of it. Coaxed to life by the tongue traversing the planes of her naked torso, Myka Bering was lost to the rest of the world. She floated upon an endless wave of pleasure, oblivious to even the bed beneath her, and there was nothing but the woman above her and an acute awareness of every nerve ending in her body. All jumping, vying for attention, attention that would be given in due time.
(Source: randomartspace)
New Beginnings - Chapter 8
“New Beginnings” - Chapter 8 now available. You can find it here.
This is a Warehouse 13 fix-it fanfic post S3 finale. In this chapter H.G. and Myka are reunited, and trouble stirs at the Warehouse.
I hope you enjoy reading the update, and if you’re a fan of the story please take a moment to leave a comment/review at the end of the chapter :)
