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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Late Birthdays

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx : Well what about a gwen Stacy one, like she was supposed to take yn on a date for her bday but there was trouble somewhere and yn hadn't told her ( doesn't know she's a superhero) so yn thinks she's just forgotten and Gwen comes back and she tries to apologise but yn is really sad and everything about it since this was gonna be the first time she really celebrated it with someone that wasn't family? And in the end Gwen reveals shes spider gwen (spider woman?!?!) Like shes still wearing the outfit but has like a hoodie over it or something and yeah shes gives her a cute gift. Hope that wasn't too much lol

Word Count: 2,373 (long but angsty and fluffy in the end)

A/N: This took me two days, a sprained elbow and literally two hours of frustration but oh so worth it

Streamers and balloons filled the walls, music played from the corner of your room as the smell of pizza filled the air. Most of your guests had already arrived, they were making their way through the food and complimenting the decorations Gwen and her band had set up earlier.

You had never been one to make a big deal about your birthday, but your girlfriend and her band had managed to convince you otherwise. So far, it was turning out better than you expected. All you needed now was for Gwen to finally arrive, she was supposed to come with MJ but they were already late.

“Happy birthday!” MJ wished, grinning as you opened the front door. She held a small bag in her hands, you grinned and pulled her into a tight hug before taking her inside. There was no one with her, you assumed Gwen would be coming soon.

“Thank you!” You grinned, opening the bag when she slapped your hand, putting it away for later. You rolled your eyes at her antics as she slung one arm over your shoulder. The redhead had been one of your closest friends, she had been the one to introduce you to Gwen.

“So who else is coming?” MJ asked, walking inside to greet the rest of your guests. She bit her lip, checking her phone for texts from Gwen. The blonde wasn’t replying to any of her frantic texts, she was going to be too late.

“The rest of the band,” You gestured to the girls who stood in the corner, trying to steal pizza from someone else. “a few other friends and my girlfriend.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow while picking up a slice. Gwen had gone official with you only a few weeks before, she was surprised you were already calling her your girlfriend.

“By girlfriend, you mean the dorky guitarist in our band?” MJ joked, you laughed and slapped her shoulder playfully.

“Yep.” You nodded, picking up a slice, and enjoying your birthday.

The party progressed, you frantically asked MJ when Gwen would arrive.

But the redhead didn’t know either, she tried to distract you from it though. But you heard some of the people talking about how you’d showed off about your girlfriend who never showed up.

The blonde should have been there hours ago. You remembered vividly how she was eagerly planning the party for your birthday. Gwen was not the kind of person to stand someone up like this. Especially since she knew how much this meant to you. This was one of the few times you had a party, but this was the first time you were dating someone who organized the party.

It meant a lot to you, it made it hurt even more to know she missed it.

But you didn’t know why she was missing it. Today was one of the few times Gwen was hoping nothing would come up. But an idiot was robbing the bank and causing a ruckus with a hostage situation. Gwen had gone in thinking it would take a few minutes, but guns and hostages too longer than she had thought.

Once it was all over, she looked at her watch to see she had missed your party by hours. There was no way you’d been waiting for her this long. Gwen loved being spider woman, but she wished it didn’t take so much her of her time away from you.

“Damnit,” Gwen cursed, unzipping her bag quickly. It was hours after she was supposed to be there for your birthday.

The cupcake in her bag was slightly crushed, but the necklace she had gotten you was still there. There wasn’t enough time for her to change, she put on her spare white hoodie over the suit. From afar, it looked like just a hoodie and a pair of leggings, nothing like a spider suit.

Running as fast as she could, she made her way to your door. Eventually stopping her panting, she knocked on your door rapidly, hoping you would open up. She had promised to attend your party then go somewhere with you afterward.

But she had let you down.

“Look who finally showed up.” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at her. Gwen winced at your hard expression. You had the right to be furious with her and shut her out, maybe even break up with her. But she hoped you wouldn’t, even if she couldn’t tell you why she missed what was important to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry-” She began to apologize, but you weren’t listening.

You had already turned around after trying to slam the door in her face. Gwen stopped the door with her foot and walked inside. All of the decorations she had helped set up were still there, but everyone had left. The food was eaten, the cake was gone, the balloons were on the ground after being hit around for hours.

“Save it,” You sneered, sitting down in a chair.

“I had to celebrate with the people who thought my girlfriend was coming.” You gestured to the mess of streamers and balloons around you. The despondence and the embarrassment of the whole situation flowing out of your mouth.

“Every person who came, they asked me when you’re coming.” You glared at her, sighing and sitting down on the chair. “You stood me up, Gwen.”

“I know,” Gwen sighed, moving to stand in front of you.

When you didn’t look up, she knelt in front of you, her hands resting on your knees. You refused to look her in the eyes. The anger was clear, you were hurt when she didn’t show up. You hated shouting at her, being angry with her. But you were hurt, badly.

“I didn’t mean to, some things just came up.” She confessed, biting her lip when she noticed her secret almost left her.

You deserved to know why she left randomly whenever you were spending time together, you deserved to know more than anyone. But if she told you, if you got hurt because of her, she couldn’t live with another regret.

“Clearly ‘things’ are more important,” You scowled, pushing her hands away from your knees. “why did you even bother showing up?”

“Because I care!” Gwen exclaimed, stepping away from you but still trying to make eye contact with you. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, turning angrier by the second.

“Do you?” You scoffed, unbelieving. Gwen looked at you pleadingly, almost begging you to forgive her. Blue eyes stared at your face but you refused to look at her.

“Yes,” She insisted, reaching into her bag.

“I brought you something,” The blonde continued rummaging in her bag, trying to take out the cupcake. Some icing got on her hands, she winced at the feeling.

“Gwen, I don’t care.” You sighed, your words stopping her movements. Your girlfriend turned to face you, an apologetic look on her face. You sighed and leaned forwards.

“Whatever you were doing before is more important, just.” Biting your lip, you shut your eyes hard to prevent your tears from breaking out.

“Can I at least know what you were doing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously. There had to be a decent reason she wasn’t there for you. Some explanation as to why she ran off at random times. You wanted to know.

“No,” Gwen answered instantly, surprising you. There was a conflict in her eyes, but her decision seemed final.

“Then why are you even here?!” You shouted, anger bubbling to the surface. Whatever was more important to her than you, there was no reason for her to be here.

Thoughts raced in Gwen’s head. You should know why it seemed only right for you to know. There still would be the risk of you getting hurt because of her. But protecting you from that by not telling you seemed selfish, especially after seeing how much she had already hurt you.

“If what you refuse to tell me was so important-”

“I’m spider woman,” Gwen stated, cutting you off. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed.

“And I’m Batman.” You quipped, dead serious.

“I’m serious,” The blonde said, biting her lip as not to laugh at your response.

“No, you’re not,” You sighed, about to leave when Gwen quickly took off her hoodie to reveal the suit underneath. The hoodie was discarded on the side as the blonde remained in the suit, the mask peeking out from the hoodie pocket.

You’d never seen spider woman in person, only a few times when you thought you were being followed. But you’d seen her on the news. The entire city seemed to believe she had killed Peter Parker. You’d been friends with Peter, you knew he had poisoned himself, spider woman had been trying her best, Gwen had been trying her best.

“Holy shit you’re spider woman?!” You exclaimed, surprise and shock filling you. The suit was skintight, you bit your lip as your eyes moved over her.

“I couldn’t come because some idiot decided to rob a bank to celebrate your birthday.” Gwen sighed, looking down in embarrassment.

“Honestly,” You chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “that’s the reasoning I expected the least.”

Gwen lifted the mask, fidgeting with it as she thought about your words. You’d thought of more reasons than her.

“What did you expect?” Your girlfriend asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, leaning against the dining table. “you forgot, your car broke down and you refused to walk,

“Nothing as good as this anyway.” You finished, gesturing to her suit.

“So,” Gwen bit her lip and lifted the mask a little.” you’re okay with this?”

Her eyes gauging your reaction carefully. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Her fear was you would push her away, consider her a murder. But you seemed to be surprised, sarcastic even. The anger from before was still visible, but there was more surprise than anger now.

“My girlfriend is kicking people’s asses every day and is on the news secretly,” You smiled as you watched your girlfriend giggle. “why wouldn’t I be?”

“Thank you for not asking if you can tell everyone.” Gwen laughed, shaking her head as she remembered MJ’s reaction. The redhead had been found out by accident when the mask had torn. Her reaction had been disastrous, she had almost let the entire block know she was spider woman by screaming.

“God no, I’m not that dumb.” You muttered, a small smile on your face. The frustration in the air had faded. Neither of you knew where to go from here. Gwen wanted to make this up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to ask you.

Glancing at her bag, an idea came to her. The present and cupcake was still unrevealed, she could give it to you before making it up to you.

“Close your eyes,” Gwen said, you turned to face her in confusion.

“What, why?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“So I can make it up to you.” She smirked, you rolled your eyes and obeyed.

“Fine,” You grumbled, closing your eyes and clamping your hands over them.

“Open them on the signal,” Gwen instructed, rummaging in her bag.

The box with the necklace had a little icing on it, she hastily rubbed it away and pulled out the cupcake. The box for it was completely crushed, the icing was everywhere. Gwen tried to fix it, straightening up the wrapper and trying to make it look presentable.

When she set everything up, she smirked as she thought of a signal. Leaning in towards you, she kissed you gently on the lips. Fear you might still be angry began to fill her until she felt you kiss back, hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into you, sighing softly. Out of breath, she pulled away, a hot blush on her cheeks.

“We should test that signal more often.” You remarked, a smug grin on your face as you opened your eyes.

“Shut up,” Gwen laughed, handing you the small necklace and the slightly crushed cupcake.

You laughed at her reaction and opened the necklace box. Inside, there was your birthstone on a golden chain. The chain wasn’t too fancy, it was minimalistic enough to wear anywhere. You twirled it on your hands, watching it shine in the light.

“I was originally gonna get the ring but then it looked too much like an engagement ring,” Gwen explained, scratching the back of her neck bashfully.

“It’s better this way,” You marveled at it before handing it to her. “help me put it on?”

Gwen moved to stand behind you, easily undoing the clasp and putting it on. She tapped the side of your neck when she was done, letting you put your hair back on your neck.

“Did you bake that?” You asked about the cupcake on the table.

Gwen hummed as she finished putting on the necklace. You moved to take a bite of it, eyes widening at the taste as you turned to face her.

“Wow, spider woman, a cute necklace and a muffin,” You grinned, finishing the cupcake. “I got the whole package.”

“Sorry, the package came late.” Gwen apologized, shuffling her feet with a small smile on her face. It seemed your anger was gone, but her guilt remained. But there were ways she could make it up to you.

“I can make it up to you with a date.” She said, smiling at you.

“I think I’d like that.” You replied, reaching forwards and taking her hand. Your girlfriend squeezed your hand gently. Her strength just enough to make you feel safe, never to hurt you.

“It wasn’t a question babe,” Gwen said, pecking you on the cheek and leading you out. You laughed and followed her out.

The rest of the day, Gwen spent spoiling you. You went around the city, pointing out random things you wanted to do or buy. The blonde eagerly bought them for you, doing whatever you wanted to do.

You couldn’t have asked for anything more, the frustration had faded away into happiness at being around her. Every second of it was amazing.

Gwen had let you down a little, but she still made sure you had the best birthday. After all, you were her girlfriend.

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYY! And please tell me what you think!

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kiwi-bitchez · 4 years

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Ahoy-hoy. Yo so I got cheated on and TBH I can't smile. Idk if you're taking requests, but maybe write me a revenge-fuck sort of story? Sorry if you're not taking asks.

Hello! Don’t apologize, my asks are always open!! Thank you for sharing this with me, my heart really goes out to you. I’ve been cheated on before so I know how shitty you must feel. Sending you lots of love and also this fic. Not sure if I really captured the spirit of “revenge fucking” cuz this ended up being kinda #soft… but I hope you like it!

Manual Labor

Coffeeshop!AU / Carpenter!Tom

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: smut, the usual, oral, swearing, cheating, ex-boyfriends being shitty, lots of tea

Summary: After being cheated on you can’t seem to see the brighter side of things. That is until a familiar British carpenter comes into your work to fix some things. You bring him tea and things go a little better this time…

Dating in your twenties can be difficult. Everyone is at different stages in their lives, and everyone wants different things. Some people are looking for commitment, others just for hookups. So when you find someone who sticks, who wants the same things as you, it feels really nice.

Well, it feels really nice until they cheat on you after a whole year of dating. You would be foolish to say you thought he had been “the one,” but you really thought the two of you had clicked on a deep level. You were both mature, career-driven, hardworking, and caring people. Right? Well, it seemed so at the time.

But somehow you find yourself buried under seven layers of duvet blanket, bawling your eyes out on a Tuesday afternoon. It had all happened so fast, you hadn’t even had time to be emotional about it until it was all over. You kept running through your head what you had done wrong, what you could have done better.

Thursday rolls around and you realize its about time you show back up at work. Thankfully your boss is a sweetheart and told you to take all the time you needed. You tried to go into work the day after it all went down and ended up crying into someone’s coffee order.

You had cried all your tears and ate all your ice cream, and decided it was about time to rejoin society. Rolling out of bed you throw on your typical work outfit, black jeans and a t-shirt. You look in the mirror and try to splash some cold water on your face to kill the puffiness under your eyes.

Some mascara helped, and a little bit of lipgloss never hurt either. Once you were presentable enough, you make your way over to your job at the local coffee shop. Your coworkers all greet you with big smiles and empathetic hugs. It was obvious what you were going through, but you appreciated their support. You just wished everything would go back to normal.

“I never liked him anyways,” your closest work friend Margret admits, “I always thought you could do so much better.”

“Thanks Marg,” you don’t bother to look up from the pastry labels you were making, trying to signal that you really weren’t in the mood to talk about it.

Everyone kept telling you the same things, “He wasn’t good enough for you,” “You can do so much better,” “Fuck him.” Although you wanted to believe everyone, to be the badass independent woman you thought you were, you couldn’t help but well up with tears every time someone brought him up.

You manage to get through the week. Each day consisting of a little less crying and a little less binge eating, you slowly get back into your regular routine. Well, your regular routine excluding him of course.

It’s a slow afternoon, only a few customers dotted the coffee shop, most on their laptops doing work or having private conversations. You had zoned out, thinking about your schedule for the week, balancing school and work, as you stood behind the register waiting for another lonely customer to come in.

Your hand pressed into your cheek, leaning your weight onto your hand, you mindlessly stared at the wooden floor.

“Excuse me,” a strange accent asks from behind the counter. When had someone come in? Why hadn’t you noticed?

“Is Anna around? I’m the handyman here to fix the countertop,” his voice was like red velvet cake, and brought you right out of your trance.

“Anna’s right in the back, I’ll get her for you,” you answer his question instinctively before taking a moment to recognize the familiar face in front of you. You recall him from a few months ago, he was a carpenter who had come in to do some renovations over the summer.

His name was Tom. That you couldn’t forget. It had been a blistering hot summer day and he had come in to take a look at some part of the shop, something that had needed fixing. He went to the same school as you but worked part-time for a local carpenter.

He had assessed the damage and assured your boss Anna that he could start right away, only needing the rest of the day to fix up what needed mending. He had been wearing a white t-shirt that clung slightly to his body with sweat from the heat. He was good looking and certainly attracted the attention of most people in the vicinity, especially as he worked with the tools from his belt. You couldn’t help but stare for a second.

But only a second. Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, often spent his time in between classes at the coffee shop visiting you. He always sat at the table closest to the counter so you could talk to him when business was slow. That’s why you stared for only a second.

After around two hours, you decided to go over to him. He had been working tirelessly, and the exhausting heat must have been getting to him.

“You drink coffee?” you ask, causing him to stop drilling at whatever he was fixing.

“I drink tea, darling,” he responds, causing you to notice his thick accent.

“How do you take it?” you blush a little, as his dark brown eyes looked directly into yours as he answered your question. You figured you were just being nice, he was working really hard and looked like he could use a break, that’s all.

You quickly made your way back behind the counter, whipping up a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin that he hadn’t asked for but you were sure he’d appreciate.

“Thanks love,” he said appreciatively as you set it down on the table closest to him.

“On the house,” you smile back at him, “for all your hard work.”

You hadn’t thought too much of the interaction, just a nice gesture you felt like doing. Your boyfriend had thought otherwise, however.

“What the fuck was that?” he hisses at you, barely above a whisper from the other side of the counter.

“What?” you ask back, fully not knowing what he was angry about.

“Were you trying to make me look stupid?” he says a little louder this time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his tone worried you.

“You’re just gonna flirt with that guy right in front of me, do you think I’m an idiot?” his voice was rising in volume and you were starting to get nervous that the people in the café could hear you.

“Babe, I was just being nice, he’s working really hard,” your voice is back at a whisper, trying to encourage him to do the same.

“No, you always do this, you think you can make me jealous by being a fucking slut and flirting with every guy you see. Stop it, it’s not cute and it doesn’t work y/n,” his tone was abrasive and you could feel the eyes of everyone staring at you. You could feel tears well up in your eyes as his words burned into you.

“It wasn’t like that,” your voice cracked, “I promise it wasn’t like that.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” he responds loudly and sarcastically as he slams his laptop shut and shoves it in his bag.

“Guess I’ll see you later,” his voice was still sharp.

You watched him stomp out of the small shop, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tom had mouthed to you as your eyes made their way to him in the doorway.

“It’s okay,” you had mouthed back before running to the break room and begging Margret to cover for you as you cried in the bathroom.

This memory hit you like a ton of bricks as you saw Tom again, standing at the counter. Your ex had always been jealous like that. At the time you thought of it as “protective,” and “loving,” rather than seeing it as “possessive” and “manipulative.”

“She should be right over here,” you say a little slowly, your eyes not leaving his face. You were taking it in, the curve of his jaw and the angle of his smile, the same warm look he had given you all those months ago.

“Hey Anna, the carpenter is here,” you pop your head into the back room.

She shuffles out and greets Tom, shaking his hand quickly before showing him over to the area that needed fixing.

You sit blankly at your register, tending to the few customers who came in, somehow without taking your eyes off of Tom. Seeing him just reminded you of that day, reminded you of how your ex had humiliated you and made you cry, how he had been so rude and controlling.

Seeing Tom made something switch in your brain. Everyone was right. Fuck him. Fuck that guy and fuck what he had done to you. You were done crying over someone who would cheat on you, over someone who clearly didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved. Everyone who was spewing clichés at you was right. You did deserve better.

Somehow through these thoughts, your hands had taken over while your mind ran in circles. Before you could even realize what you were doing, you were standing in front of Tom with a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin.

“Um,” you stutter out, not entirely sure what you were doing, “If I remember correctly, this is how you take your tea.”

His attention is pulled from the countertop, brown curs slightly pressed to his sweaty forehead, biceps filling out the sleeves of his shirt perfectly. Those perfect brown eyes boring into you once again.

“You remembered,” he said with a genuine smile, “that’s amazing, thanks a bunch love.”

You set the tea down next to him and stare for a second, not wanting the conversation to be over.

“You should hurry back though, if your boyfriend is here again,” he says quietly with a bit of concern.

“Oh,” you were taken aback, the implications of your action hitting you, “Oh, um, he, uh, we… aren’t together anymore. He doesn’t come here.”

“That’s a bit of relief then,” Tom says, putting down his tool belt and picking up the tea to blow on it, “that guy was a bit of a prick if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little, looking down at your feet, “bit of a prick.”

“This may be a bit out of line,” he takes a short sip before continuing, “but I didn’t like the way he spoke to you.”

“Not out of line,” you shake your head, “he was being an ass to you too, I’m sorry you were put in that awkward position last time you were here, I wanted to apologize.”

“Don’t apologize for a thing love, you’re much better off without him,” although he was essentially a stranger, his words seemed sincere.

“Ever since he cheated on me I feel like that’s all I hear,” you say with a laugh, your breath hitching in your throat when you realize what you had said. You weren’t really thinking, and this boy made you a little nervous, it had just slipped out.

“Oh, I- I’m sorry to hear that,” he said with a softer voice, “I-”

“Sorry,” you cut him off, “that was weird of me to say, you don’t even know me, sorry I’m like, dumping my personal problems onto you.”

You laughed nervously, wanting to clear the air. He looked at you with genuine sympathy. He had experienced first-hand how much of an ass your ex had been, and you seemed so sweet, remembering his café order and bringing it over to him when you truly didn’t have to.

“Thank you for the tea,” he said, taking another sip, “you smile a little brighter without him around.”

Your cheeks grew hot at his comment and all you could do was grin at him and scurry back to your position at the register. You bury your face in your hands, running through the conversation you just had over and over. You felt so stupid, yet at the same time strangely confident. The way he looked at you, smiled when you smiled, made your heart flutter. Were you imagining this? Was he just being nice?

You kept stealing glances over to where he was working. He would occasionally catch you and smile back, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his cheeks pink. You held your breath every time, wanting to go back over to talk to him. But you were at work, and so was he. So you continued to make lattes, and he continued to fix the countertop.

You start to clean up, throwing out old coffee filters and wiping down dirty tabletops. You start counting money in the register when you’re startled by a figure in front of the register.

“What do I owe you for the tea,” he asks, your face gets hot even before looking up at him.

“Come on, you know it’s on the house,” you respond with a smile.

“Now this isn’t fair,” he starts playfully, “you’ve given me two free drinks now. The gentlemen in me feels it's my responsibility to buy one for you now. It’s the least I can do.”

“You can make me a cup of tea anytime,” your response slips out before you can even filter yourself.

“In that case, let me know when you’re free. I’ve got jasmine, mint, earl grey, English breakfast…”

“I’m more of a chamomile girl,” you were completely unsure where this flirt was coming from, “you know, sleepytime tea.”

“In that case my flat is right around the corner,” he laughs.

“My shift ends in ten if you’re willing to wait around…”

“Yes, yeah, of course, I’ll be right outside,” he gestures out the door and hurries to gather his work tools.

Your eyes grow a little wide when you process what you had just said. Where was this found confidence coming from? Where the fuck could you find some more? And fast???

You finish cleaning up and hang your apron on the hook, giving a shout goodbye to your coworkers as you hurry out the door. Part of you hopes this had all been a joke and he would be nowhere to be found, the other part of you desperately looked for him in the parking lot.

A thud in your heart comprised of half relief and half panic hits as his hand waves to you from his car.

“Hey, you,” he calls over, “you still want that cup of tea?”

You jog over to his car and lean down to his open window, “I’m not sure London boy, I work at a café, I can make a pretty good cup of tea for myself,” there it was again, the flirty courage.

“Oh, but you’ve never had tea made by a real Englishmen, have you? You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

“You make a compelling argument. Can I follow you to your place?” you nod over to where your car is parked.

“Sure thing, it's not too far from here.” He gives you a cheeky smile that makes the corners of your mouth turn up.

You can’t stop smiling as you hurry over to your car, starting it and not even bothering to pick out music before putting it into drive. Your mind starts whirling a thousand miles a minute as you follow his black car to his apartment. What the fuck were you doing? You barely even know this guy. But god, he’s so hot. And nice. And funny. Fuck.

Suddenly you’re parked next to him, turning the key and stepping out of your car in front of his building.

“Made it alright?” god, that accent. This boy was going to be the death of you.

“I’m Tom by the way,” he flashes you another one of those perfect smiles as you walk side by side to his building entrance.

“I know,” you realized how weird that sounded, “um, I know because you’re the carpenter we always hire,” you try to laugh it off, “I’m y/n.”

“Lovely to formally meet you y/n,” he opens the door for you, “I really appreciate all the free snacks you’ve given me. I always love doing business at your café. For more reasons than one.”

He presses the elevator button and stands close to your side as the two of you wait for the numbers to count down. You step into the small elevator, looking over at Tom as he presses the button of his floor.

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this,” he turns to you, “but that guy was a real dumbass for letting a girl like you go.”

“Thanks,” you can’t help but stare at the floor, “I’m not tired of hearing it as long as it’s coming from you.”

He laughs a little at your comment. He has a certain way of making you feel comfortable, of reassuring you with a laugh or a smile when you think you’ve said something stupid.

The elevator dings at his floor and he saunters out over to his apartment door. Your heart rate begins to pick up as he opens the door, not knowing what to expect. You walk in and take off your shoes and put your bag down on a coatrack.

He walks into his small kitchen and immediately puts on a pot of water. Part of you is relieved. He actually wants to make you tea.

“I moved to the states a little over a year ago,” he starts to rummage though his cabinet, pulling out boxes of tea, “everything is pretty nice here, except there isn’t really anywhere to get a decent cup.”

“Hey!” you protest, “I make alright tea.”

“Your tea is alright…” he jokes, “but its nothing compared to home.”

“That’s not fair,” you sit down on a stool across the kitchen from him, “it’s like apples and oranges.”

“Why can’t fruit be compared?”

You fall into an easy back and forth with him, finding the same things funny, laughing at each other’s comments and jokes. You can’t help but stare at his arms as he pours the hot liquid, at the way his tongue pokes out between his teeth in concentration.

“Here you go love,” he hands you a cup, “one genuine cup of tea made by a real Brit.”

You hold the cup in your hands but pay no attention to your own tea as he takes his first sip. You hadn’t flirted with anyone in so long. You didn’t have a reason to. This all felt strange and foreign to you, like you were thirteen again.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, still watching the curve of his jaw as he sipped his cup.

“What do you mean ‘thank you,’ you haven’t even tried it yet,” he gestures to your full cup.

“Not for the tea,” you bring your eyes to meet his, “but thank you for that too. I mean thank you for being so nice to me. For listening to me even though I’m so all over the place. I just… I just haven’t had anyone treat me like this in a really long time and I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Hey,” he brings a hand up to your knee, making you shiver a little, “you can thank me for the tea, but you don’t have to thank me for the common curtsey of being a decent person. You deserve to be listened to and taken care of, that you don’t ever have to thank me for.”

You feel your heart jump into your throat. You had never thought of that, of holding yourself to that standard. Your ex had been an ass to you time and time again, and you always came up with a reason as to why it was your fault. Even when he cheated, your mind went to what you had done wrong or how you could have been better. Fuck that. There was a boy right in front of you who was showing you what your worth was. Being treated like a true human being shouldn’t be rewarded, it should be expected.

“I-” your voice was caught in your throat, “you’re really nice. And cool. And you make really good tea.” You laugh, and he joins you.

“I would very much like to kiss you,” he brings his hand from your knee up to where your hand is placed on your cup, “I also think you are really nice, and cool, and although it is hard for me to admit, you make some good tea too.”

You lean over to him, tentatively waiting for him to meet you halfway. His hand moves up your arm to the side of your face, the skin of his palm was rough and warm against you. Your eyes slowly shut as he pulls your face to his, soft lips meeting yours.

Kissing him for the first time felt like the brisk ocean water hitting you with a wave. Sucking you under and pulling you back up, ice cold yet exhilarating. You pull away from the kiss, letting the wave roll back out to sea, the next wave close on the horizon.

You had never felt such a breath of fresh air, his lips meeting yours again and pulling you back in.

“Is this okay,” he whispers into you, hands cupping either cheek, tea long forgotten.

“Yeah,” you respond, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again, “more than okay.”

You can feel his body shift as he stands up from the stool, his chest coming closer to yours, his face leaning more into the kiss. Your hands make way up his arms, the perfect biceps that you had admired from afar in the coffee shop more than once before.

You press deeper into the kiss, addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. You were getting pulled further and further in, and you couldn’t bother to look back. You let his tongue slip into your mouth as your hand dances up to his neck, playing with the curls that framed his face.

“Can we go to your bedroom?” you find yourself asking with eyes still closed, lips barely released from his.

“Mhmmm,” he mumbles into your lips, reconnecting them once again, seemingly as addicted as you, “only if that’s what you want, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you respond a little too quickly, “I’m so fucking sure.”

His strong hands grip underneath your legs that dangle off the stool where you sat, slowly lifting you up to meet his height, legs wrapping firmly around his torso. Your lips never detach as he carries you down the hall, your tongue rolling against his in perfect harmony.

He places you delicately on his bed, cool sheets beneath your skin causing goosebumps to rise. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his hair tangled between your fingers. You run them up and down his scalp, gathering his locks in your hands as you go. He kisses you like he means it.

“I want you to know,” he whispers in your ear, a deep gravely tone, different and sexier than his speaking voice, “that I want to make you feel good, so much better than that guy ever made you feel.”

He juts his hips into yours, causing a moan to catch in the back of your throat.

“Please,” is all you can manage to say before lurching forward, meeting his open mouth with yours again.

His hands are rough and strong, feeling amazingly foreign as they make their way up your legs, dancing underneath the hem of your top. He presses his palms down into you, causing your back to arch into him as you kiss.

You take initiative to remove your top, to show him that you really want him. You toss it over your head, not bothering to notice where it lands. His lips dip down to your jawline, training kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the soft spot on your neck. His thumbs continue to rub soothing circles into the flesh of your torso, slowly making their way up.

You mimic his actions and detangle your hands from his hair to feel underneath his t-shirt. His skin was tight and warm and smooth under your hands. He was taking his time with you, moving slowly but with purpose.

You tug at his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He got your message and pulled it off by the back of the neck. You couldn’t help but stare with gawking eyes, you had truly never seen a body this nice so closely, let alone touched one.

He had a cocky smirk on his face, knowing well how hot he is. All you could do is bite your lip and laugh a little, completely unsure how you ended up in this amazing position.

“Manual labor does a body good,” he says with a chuckle before leaning back down to your chest, resuming his trail of wet kisses that were now dipping into the valley of your breasts.

“You’re telling me,” you comment back as your eyes flutter shut a little, feeling his thighs tense up underneath your legs.

He looks up at you for permission before pushing your bra up, kissing and nipping at your skin. He left red blotchy marks that caused a pool to form in your panties. Your hips continue to buck and roll into his, feeling his hardening cock press through his pants onto your leg.

He continues his journey south, taking pit stops to suck at the skin around your ribs, on your stomach, above your hips.

“Can I?” He asks before hooking his thumbs under the waistline of your jeans. You lift your butt to help him slide them off, head in a complete daze. His hands run up and down your legs as they had before, less barriers between you this time. He continues to kiss at the skin on your hips and down into your thighs as his hands slowly spread your legs open for him.

He spent time teasing and licking around your underwear, never quite moving in to where you wanted him most. Leaving a purple hickey on your thigh, he soothes it over with his tongue as he brings his hand up to your underwear, stroking up and down your slit through the fabric.

You cant help but twitch under his touch. He was moving agonizingly slow, and you could feel the dampness in your underwear soaking through to his fingers. Unexpectedly he licks a stripe up the cotton, mouthing at your lips through your underwear.

A breathy moan leaves your throat as your head rolls back, begging him to take them off. He slides a finger around the seams and runs it through your slick folds, loving the way you were already so wet for him.

He follows the row of red marks he had left down your leg again with his tongue as he slowly pulled your underwear down. Every time you looked down at him you felt yourself clench around nothing in anticipation.

Finally, you feel his warm tongue run from your inner thigh to your core, licking wide stripes up and down before dipping into you. His name leaves your mouth mixed with heavy breaths, your hands searching for his arms or his hair, or anything to grip onto as he licked slow circles around your clit.

“Holy shit,” you choke out as he slips a finger into you, curling it upwards perfectly.

You feel him smirk into you, knowing the effect he was having on you. You like his confidence, and the way he was taking his time, building your orgasm up slowly. A second finger joins the first curled up against your walls and your hips drag against his expert tongue.

Any worries you had were melted away, all your stress, your anxieties, your negative thoughts that seemed to haunt you more often than you would like, suddenly sunk away and all you could think was his name, over and over.

You feel your thighs push back as he presses his face deeper into you, licking and pushing his fingers in a perfect rhythm. He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers, knowing that your high was close.

“Fuck Tom, I’m-” you couldn’t even bear to finish your thought as your orgasm crashed over you, that perfect wave of pleasure pulling you out and pushing you back in. He knew just when to speed up and when to pull back, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face, lapping up your juices and kissing back up your thighs, finally meeting your face, two fingers remaining inside your pulsing opening.

“Holy shit,” you giggle out, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“I told you I wanted to make you feel good,” he kisses into your neck, finally dragging his fingers out of you and running them softly up your skin, “and how can I not when you look so gorgeous like this.”

You manage to swing your shaky legs over him, moving on top to press your chest flat against his. Now it was your turn to leave open mouthed kisses all along his neck. That perfect jawline begging to be sucked on.

Your hand snakes down to his hard member, fiddling with the button of his pants.

“You don’t have to, if you’re tired,” he mumbles into you as you feel around in his pants.

“I’m yours, if you’ll have me,” you whisper back into his ear, finding his cock fitting perfectly in your hand.

He kissed you with a new hunger and passion, hands gripping at the roots of your hair and pulling your face into his as you slowly jerk him off. Low guttural moans growling in the back of his mouth as your tongue swirled around his.

He kicks his pants off, and you push the band of his boxer briefs down as well, exposing his perfect cock. It was pink and dripping precum, begging to be sucked on. You run your thumb over his tip, loving the way his body tensed under your touch.

You find yourself down between his legs, licking a long stripe up the underside of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip while making eye contact with him, his head tossing back once you finally sink your mouth down onto his length.

He had teased you relentlessly, so you decide to tease back. You jerk the base of him off slowly as you run your tongue in all sorts of patterns clockwise and counterclockwise around his sensitive tip, only sinking back down when he bucked his hips up into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n,” his voice was weak, “can I fuck you, can I please fuck you.”

His eyes finally focus back down to meet yours, the sight of your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock make it twitch.

You detach your lips with a pop and give him a nod, taking your swollen lip in between your teeth. Suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, pressing you down into the mattress as he kisses you hotly, sucking onto your bottom lip.

He rubs circles on your clit with one hand as the other fumbles over to his bedside drawer to find a condom. You lay back with your legs pushed up for him, back arched, fully ready and open for him. He runs his rubber tip up and down your soaking folds a few times, making you beg for him before slowly pushing into you.

You moan into his neck, biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he bottoms out inside you. His slow movements give you time to adjust to his size before you meet his lips again with yours, telling him to fuck you harder.

One hand takes place on your inner thigh, pressing your leg into the mattress to angle you perfectly for him to fuck into you, the other remaining on your clit. He picks up his pace and starts thrusting deep and hard into you, properly fucking the shit out of you.

You could tell he liked it when you moaned his name and told him how good he was making your feel, always thrusting a little deeper when you would make noises. It wasn’t long before you felt the pit on your stomach grow hot again, threatening to spill over at any given moment.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine, “you’re gonna make me come again, fuck.”

Your eyes scrunch shut as he rubbed a little harder onto your clit, causing your walls to flutter around him, gripping his cock with every muscle you had. Your eyes roll back into your head, his mouth hanging wide open as he watches you come and writhe underneath him. He doesn’t let up on his pace, fucking you thoroughly through your second orgasm.

Your face was flushed and your jaw hung slack as you felt the waves of pleasure crash over you again and again, abdomen tensing up and letting go over and over. The look on his face could have easily made you come again, watching you intently as you shook with pleasure.

He moves his hand from your throbbing clit up to your face, cupping your cheek as he kissed you deeply, teeth grazing over your bottom lip. You felt your sweaty forehead press into his, eyes open and staring directly into his as he continued to pump inside of you.

“Tom,” you manage to say above a whisper, “fuck me harder, please, fuck, please.”

He leans back onto his knees, and with a swift motion, pulling out of you, he flips your leg over and places you on your stomach. Hands gripped tightly on your hips pulling them up slightly to meet his. He easily slips back into you, hitting a new spot inside you this time. You cry out into the mattress, moans silenced by his pillows. Your hands grasp tightly at the sheets, pushing back onto him as he takes you from behind.

One hand on your lower back and the other gripping at the flesh of your ass he fucked into you with incredible stamina and power. You couldn’t even imagine the fucked out expression on your face as he buried himself into you over and over.

You could feel his cock start to twitch and swell inside you, his thrusts becoming harder and more purposeful. With a final push, he presses hips flush to yours as he spills inside the condom

“Oh my god, y/n,” he groans out, rolling himself into you slowly as he continues to reach his peak. All you could do was press your ass back onto him and feel his warmth inside you.

After a few more profanities, he pulls out and discards the condom. He reaches down and helps you up, bringing your body to lay next to his, spooning you with an arm draped over your sweaty form.

You lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking back up at him through tired eyes.

“That,” you start to giggle, “was really fucking good.”

“Yeah,” he buries his face into your neck, taking in the smell of your hair, “I thought so too.”

He continued to hold you in his arms for a few minutes, allowing you both to relax into the post-sex bliss.

“I think… our tea is probably cold.”

You laugh at his comment and roll over to face him.

“Want me to make another pot? For real this time?” He asks, fingers still dancing up and down your skin.

“Sure,” you smile at him, “I’d like that.”

He gets up and throws his underwear back on, giving you a full view of his perfect body standing in front of you.

“You should pee and get cleaned up,” he suggests, “bathroom is just down the hall.”

You take a moment to stretch out and toss your shirt and underwear back on, making your way down the hall. You can hear him moving in the kitchen, and can’t help but replay the events of what just happened over and over in your head.

Slipping quietly out into the kitchen, you take your seat back on the stool, looking much more disheveled than you had when you sat on it earlier.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with unwavering confidence as he hands you another cup of tea. You blush at his comment and look down at the cup in your hands. You take a sip, letting the hot liquid coat your throat, dry and sore from moaning his name.

“Thank you,” you look up at him, “for the tea.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughs, “I very much like you, and would like to see you again. If you want.”

You smile and nod at him, happy that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. He rifled through a drawer, pulling out a pad of paper and scribbling his number down. He folds the paper in half and hands it to you over the counter.

After finishing your tea you get dressed and gather your things. He walks you to your car and kisses you before you open the door, lips lingering on yours.

“You’ll call me?” he asks, you assure him that you will.

“I’ll see you sometime soon,” you wave as he walks back to his building. You cant wipe the smile off your face the whole drive home, head on cloud nine. You twirl around as soon as you enter your apartment, dancing around to get rid of all your pent-up happy energy. You put your stuff down and go to get a glass of water, your cabinet creaking as you open it.

You didn’t want to seem desperate, but you immediately take out your phone, entering his number into your contacts. He had scrawled his name under the number with a little heart, making your smile spread wider across your face.

Hey, my cabinet door is squeaky: looking to hire a carpenter, know anyone good?

You hit send, hoping he thinks your message is funny and not desperate. Your stomach does a cartwheel as the three typing dots pop up.

Tom: I may know a guy… he can be over your place tomorrow at 6?

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Girl Crush (XXIV)

Chapter 24: Thanking You With Bellflowers

Here we go again for a brand new chapter!! I hope you like it! It's very cute, nothing to worry about in this one.

The next chapter is already written, so next update on Sunday!

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Word Count: 3519

"Y/N! SHUT DOWN THE WATER!"

"SHUT IT DOWN!"

You heard a squeal coming from Harry, and hurried to close the tap. You peered inside the backroom again, where Jasmine and Harry were struggling to repair the leaking sink. For now, they had only made the leak worse.

They were both drenched, and both getting grumpier by the minute, but they were also both too stubborn to admit their defeat.

So, they just got more irritated and wet instead of putting down their tools and calling for the help of a professional.

"This is getting ridiculous, guys," you attempted to put some sense into their thick skulls. "I am extremely grateful for the two of you helping me out with the renovation for my shop, but none of you seem to be able to repair that particular issue. We should just call a plumber."

Both your friends turned to you and shot you a glare.

"We are not calling anyone!" Jasmine protested. "We can do this."

"You're both drenched, you're gonna catch a cold."

"Shut up and hand me that wrench," Harry replied, ignoring your protests and making you roll your eyes.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

Both of your friends looked up at you again from their spot on the wet ground, this time with an offended look on their faces.

"We can do this! Right, Jas?" Harry replied.

"Damn right, we can!"

It took them over an hour more to manage to repair the leak. You didn't tell them that a plumber would have probably been done in 20 minutes where they had spent almost three hours. You were too grateful for their help for that, and you were also struggling to avert your eyes elsewhere while Harry was walking into your garden and taking off his wet white T-shirt to get rid of some of the water impregnated in the cotton.

Indeed, you were too busy trying to look away from the butterfly tattooed on his abdomen…

"I'm starving, let's go find something to eat. I think we deserve it," Jasmine decided. "I'm gonna change into some dry clothes, and we can go."

"Harry, when is your appointment with Gucci?"

Your friend checked the time.

"In a little less than two hours, I can stay for lunch."

"What are you preparing for with Gucci?"

He shrugged, grabbing one of the towels you had fetched for your two friends.

"We'll start working on the style for the new album soon, but it's a bit early for that for now. I just want to buy some new stuff."

Jasmine heaved a loud sigh from the corner of the room she was hiding into while she changed.

"Ha… being rich and buying Gucci…"

"Do you want to come? I… could use some advices, actually."

"Really?" you asked, surprised.

"I reckon you know more about fashion than her, she won't be very useful," Jasmine teased you.

"Well, I won't deny it," you replied, crossing your arms before your chest. "Still, it could be fun."

"Nice! We'll all go together then. But first, lunch. I'm famished."

That was how, after eating some Indian food in the tiny restaurant up the street, you and Jasmine found yourself staring at Gucci suits and shirts and trousers. Silk and cotton and glitter, and a lot of expensive pieces of clothing…

Some clothes had been prepared for him in advance, and he went through them, picking up a few of them. He examined a green jacket, that he seemed to like.

"I like this one," he nodded.

"It's nice," you agreed.

"Too bold?"

You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

"You? Too bold?"

He shrugged, looking a little shy all of sudden, blushing.

"I mean… too much is… too much…"

You laughed at him, picking up the jacket and placing it before him to judge what he would look like wearing it.

"It looks great on you," you agreed.

"You sure?"

"I'm absolutely certain."

He considered the piece of clothing again, putting it on and checking his reflection in a mirror, but nodded with a content smile on his lips.

"It looks great, indeed!"

Most of the afternoon was spent staring at pretty clothes and helping Harry choose some new outfits. You and Jasmine had some fun trying some clothes too, until your friend spotted a dress that took her breath away.

A dark, silky dress that fitted her so well, she felt like she had never in her life tried any clothes that fitted her before. It felt like a second skin, and both you and Harry were left speechless.

"Wow," he let out, his eyes growing round. "Jas, you look breathtaking!"

"You do," you nodded in agreement, the same astonished look on your face. "Like… you're always pretty but this is… wow…"

"Wow." Both you and Harry repeated in unison from your seats before the fitting room.

She had a huge grin on her face, and she seemed to be seeing stars all around the room.

"It's so pretty," she breathed, tracing the outlines of the fabric with her fingertips.

"You should take it," Harry nodded. "You should definitely take it."

Her smile faltered, and she let out a small laugh, clearly saddened although she tried to brush it off.

"There's no tag with the prize for a reason, Harry," she replied, taking one last look at herself in the mirror.

"I meant to…"

"I know what you meant, that's alright, though," she gave him a half-smile, before disappearing behind the curtain of the fitting room again.

Harry heaved a sigh next to you, but you nudged him to brush his disappointment away.

"It's alright Harry. It's still fun to try on some nice clothes."

"You still haven't tried on this suit you've been eyeing for half-an-hour, though," he replied, nodding towards the burgundy clothes that you had been admiring for a while.

You grew a little shy, shrugging.

"I won't be able to pay for it, anyway."

"I can."

"Harry…"

"Why are you always so uptight about that. I have a lot of money, I can buy you a nice suit. My bank account will not even notice."

You shifted in your seat, quite torn apart by your want for the nice clothes, and the fact that you couldn't possibly accept something that expensive without feeling guilty.

"Can you please do something for me?" he asked with pleading eyes. "Just for once, forget the price, and try this suit on. Don't buy it. But just for a moment, do something nice for yourself, and wear something you've always wanted to wear. Can you do this for me?"

You heaved a sigh, but nodded, giving up while Jasmine was reappearing with her casual clothes on.

You asked to try this burgundy suit, already adoring the clothes as your fingers ran across the soft fabric.

As you disappeared in the fitting room and out of earshot, Harry asked the saleswoman a little favour.

"Can you make sure to take her measurements and make the suit fit perfectly, please?" he asked in a secretive whisper.

The employee merely nodded in response, and went off to get all she would need to make the suit perfect for you. If you asked questions, he would say that he had asked just to make you feel even better about yourself. The truth wasn't that innocent though.

After a few minutes, you finally walked before your friends again.

Jasmine let out a gasp, pressing her palm against her mouth to refrain the shout that was sure to come out otherwise.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Y/N!" she squealed excitedly, getting up to her feet to take a closer look at your outfit.

You shied away, nervously playing with your fingers in response.

"It is very pretty."

"The suit is just perfect for you! You're so gorgeous!"

"Thanks, Jas," you mumbled under your breath.

You looked at Harry, who had remained quiet and still sat motionless on his chair.

And if you had been able to read his thoughts, his reaction wouldn't have taken you aback then. Because he had none. His brain seemed to have been frozen, and all he could do was stare at you and memorize the sight before his eyes. There was not even a beginning of a thought crossing his mind, it was all just a blank canvas before which your image stood, unforgettable and almost ethereal.

He seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, but he didn't even notice. He reckoned that he had never felt this smitten by anyone before.

And now, he had always found you astonishingly beautiful, but he couldn't deny the fact that your outfit just enhanced how gorgeous you were to him.

You looked like a goddess he wished he could spend his life worshipping…

"Harry? What do you think? Do you like it?"

His name spoken in your voice seemed to shake him out of his torpor, at least enough so for him to clear his throat and clumsily stand up to join Jasmine by your side. He was still staring at you with his mouth agape and his eyes a bit too wide.

You frowned a little, but found no other explanation for his dazzled expression.

Was he… gawking at you…?

He blushed fiercely as his eyes met yours again.

"You…" he let out in a shaky breath, his mouth dry and struggling to summon his voice again. "You look…"

His eyes travelled across your frame one more time, drinking you in, before finally letting out in a breath the only word he judged worthy to describe you as your gazes met for good.

"… Perfect."

He gave you a shy smile.

"You look… perfect," he repeated, his voice a little more confident.

"Thanks," you grinned.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was pretending she didn't exist and was wondering if Harry would do what was obvious that he longed for, which was crossing the distance between the two of you and snog you senseless in the middle of the Gucci shop.

But he didn't. Instead, he let you turn to the mirror again, taking the chance as you turned around to study the way your vest hugged your back perfectly.

"Well, even I have to admit that it looks good on me," you half-joked. "You were right, Harry. It was a nice dream to have."

You walked away to change back into your own clothes while Harry went off to pay for the clothes he had selected for himself.

"Will you also take the suit for your girlfriend, sir?"

And Harry almost corrected the saleswoman.

No, we're not together. Just friends.

But what was the point? The truth, he guessed. But then again, it would hurt so much to correct her. He reckoned that it was a rather innocent lie he would be telling himself for just a few seconds if he didn't say anything.

So, he let it slide, and for a moment, he bathed in the illusion that you were recognised as his girlfriend, instead of his friend.

"I will," he nodded, taking out his credit card and exchanging a knowing smile with the Gucci employee before him.

You would be mad at him for that, but he also knew that you would get over it. If he didn't spoil the woman he loved, even if you weren't his, then who could he spend his money for at all?

You were packing, putting your books in cardboard boxes. You were due to move to your new flat with Gareth the next week. He was helping you pack, and you were having quite a laugh, your boyfriend being silly next to you to make sure that you would keep on smiling.

It was a rather nice evening, actually. Warm like California was used to, and the sunset bathing the sky with pink and gold.

You were interrupted by your phone ringing, and picked up to hear Jasmine's voice.

"Y/N!" she shouted in the phone, and you had to bring the device a little further away from your ear. "I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HARRY DID!"

"Well, hello to you too, Jas," you chuckled. "What did Harry do?"

"I'VE JUST RECEIVED THE DRESS!"

You frowned, putting down a book in the box before you, while Gareth threw you a questioning look.

"What dress? What are you talking about?"

"THE DRESS! The Gucci dress! The one from last week! You remember? The one that was so pretty! It's just been delivered to my flat! He also bought me a new drill! I was complaining about mine being old and not working properly when we tried to pierce your wall to add the shelves for your plants, but I didn't think that he would buy me one!"

"Harry… did that?"

"YES! He left a cute card with them too! I mean… a part of me doesn't want to accept cause the dress must have cost… way too much to even think about it, but… I've just put it on again and… IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!"

You laughed, shaking your head. Now, actually, it was pure Harry to do something like this.

"Anyway, sorry… I'm so EXCITED!" Jasmine went on, and you could imagine her jumping up and down in her new dress, with the largest grin on her face. "I called you to warn you because… if he bought the dress for me, then I'm pretty sure that he has probably bought your suits too."

You froze, a book almost set in the box, but held by just your fingertips instead.

"What… do you… do you think so?"

"I mean, mine was delivered just a bit ago, yours will probably soon arrive as well."

"But I… I told him not to…"

"Well, I didn't ask for it either, and yet he did it!"

"I mean… he loves doing this kind of things."

Just as you were listening to your friend's answer, someone knocked on your front door.

Gareth moved towards the door, but you stopped him and went to open the door instead.

And sure enough, Jasmine was right. There was a delivery for you.

You got the package, tipped the delivery guy, and hurried back to the living room to open the box. Your heart was pounding in your chest, although you knew already what was enclosed in the large white box.

You put down your phone, placing your friend on speaker.

"So? Is it the suit?" she eagerly asked.

You lifted the lid, revealing the beautiful burgundy fabric you expected. Still, you couldn't refrain a gasp.

"Yeah… yeah, it's the suit…"

"What suit? Who sent you that? Did you buy it?" Gareth asked, walking across the room to stand beside you to take a better look at the inside of the package.

"Harry bought it for me."

At your words, Gareth froze, turning fully to you, his eyes travelling back and forth between you and your gift.

You let out a breathy chuckle, your nerves getting the best of you while you struggled not to cry.

"I can't believe he did this…"

You reached for the note he had left, placed neatly on top of the clothes.

Don't even start telling me I shouldn't have, because I'm right about this.

All my love, always,

H xx

You laughed at his note, before pressing it to your heart.

"Girl, this man is something else…" Jasmine said, and you could hear that she was shaking her head, before she gasped. "MY DRILL IS CHARGED I HAVE TO TRY IT! SEE YOU TOMORROW AT THE SHOP, BYE!"

And before you could reply, she had hung up, making you laugh.

"So… he buys you nice clothes now?" Gareth asked, struggling to hide the jealousy that oozed from his tone.

"I mean… he always buys nice things to everyone," you countered, a tender smile on your lips that Gareth didn't like at all. "He also bought me many scarves, and this," you added, your fingers coming up to brush against your necklace.

This necklace… how could Gareth forget about it? He had bought you one as well, but you never wore it. It was always Harry's peony that shone softly around your neck with the sun.

"I'll call him and thank him."

Gareth cleared his throat, summoning his most innocent tone.

"Isn't it a bit weird that he buys you clothes like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… I don't buy Gucci suits to my friends…"

"Well, maybe you should start to," you joked. "It's not weird. He just loves making gifts. He also bought Jasmine the dress she loved."

"I see. That's nice of him."

"Yeah… I'll call him now."

Before he could say anything else, you were pressing your phone against your ear, your fingers still tracing the edges of the folded vest.

"Hello, Y/N! How are you?" Harry's voice formed through the phone, warm and merry, and making you smile so easily.

"Hey, Harry! I'm… speechless… I've just received your package. I… I don't know what to say."

"Well, don't tell me that it was madness or anything of the kind, that's all I'm asking for."

"This is… so beautiful, Harry. Thank you."

"You deserve it. You only deserve the best. Besides, it suited you too well, I couldn't let you walk away from it. Would have been too much of a shame. Are you wearing it now?"

"No," you laughed. "I'm making my boxes for next week. Besides, I reckon that I should keep it for a special occasion. Like… when my shop opens."

"That would be amazing. Everyone will come to your shop, just to see you in that suit, not even any need for flowers then."

"Oh, shut up!" you chuckled, shaking your head, but Gareth didn't miss how your lips turned into a grin.

"I'm serious!"

"Anyways… thank you, Harry. For everything."

"You know… you've always made me feel like I could be myself. Like I… could wear whatever I wanted, and be whoever I wanted… You've made me feel better in my own skin. I thought… it was just a small thing compared to what you've done for me, but… I thought maybe it would help you feel a little bit more like your best self too, the same way you make me feel."

You weren't sure what to answer, and Harry was suddenly worried that he might have gotten too far with his confession.

But he was soon reassured.

"You make me feel like that too. I know I'm accepted when I'm with you."

A proud smile settled across his lips.

"That's all that matters to me."

"Are you in the studio still?"

"Yeah, we're finishing up a song."

"What's it called?"

"I won't tell you."

"Please!"

"Nope! That would be cheating!"

"Tell me something at least!"

He heaved a sigh, running his hand through his messy hair. He really never could resist you, could he?

"I wrote it a while back, when I was on the road. I'm finishing up with the instrumentation."

"What is it about?"

You.

It should have been his answer, but he couldn't admit that out loud. Especially when he knew that Gareth was probably in your apartment too, helping you pack up your things.

It's about you. I wrote it that night after our dinner in L.A, when you talked about Gareth and how you weren't sure about him. It's about how I wish you'd given me a chance. It's all I wish I had told you that evening, instead of waiting for your couple to become stronger. It's me begging you to let me adore you the way you deserve. Do you remember that walk we took under the stars that night? I put my coat over your shoulders because you were cold. Do you remember that?

"It's about… asking someone to let you love them. It's about… the beginning of being in love."

"What's it called?"

"So far, the title's Adore You."

"Awww! I love it already!"

"It's the cheesiness in you."

"You're even more of a romantic than I am!"

"Maybe so."

"Well, you should go back to writing your next hit, then! I'll leave you to it. I'll see you tomorrow at the shop?"

"Sure. Good night, Y/N."

"Good night, Harry. Oh, and by the way… Jasmine loved her gifts too."

He chuckled, and you could imagine him blushing and balancing his weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm glad she did."

"Good luck with your song."

"Sleep tight."

He hung up before he could let out the words that he almost let slip more and more often these days. It was worrying, really, the way the words seemed to get closer to the tip of his tongue and to his treacherous lips every day. With every call, actually, it would seem. What if he let them slip out? Would you hate him then?

Love you…

"Harry! You're done, yet? Bring your arse back here!" Mitch's voice rang through the studio.

"I'm coming! Jesus! You're impatient today!" Harry laughed, walking down the corridor to record his song again.

Yet another song about you…

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I love every single Girl Of The Year so I'm gonna try and rate them fairly. Its a long post so its all under the cut! Note: I came back up after writing I tried to censor myself but I did swear a bit. Sorry if that really isn't your thing.

Lindsey: 8.5/10, I'm really surprised she didn't sell well at her time, she's very unique and her small collection really wraps up her personality and vibes well. She's so pretty! Her computer is really cool as I was born after 2001 so I never got to see stuff like that. I would have docked points since her collection was so small but they already struggled to sell the doll so I get it. Also I didn't find out until very recently that she's Jewish,, why is this not talked about more?

Kailey! 10/10 ok I know she's a blonde but I remember in the early 2000s having a beach hobby was very heavily tied to being blonde. Like I swear it was a thing. I literally love her so much, we need more light haired dolls with brown eyes. Also her collection is so nice! It's got really soothing colors and the beach theme is really pretty

Marisol 9/10, ok I'm definitely weird for this but to me the vibes of her meet outfit don't match some of her outfits from her collection and it really throws me off. Otherwise she's a gorgeous doll and I love her meet outfit so much. Her jazz trunk and cat live rent free in my mind.

Jess: 10/10, she gave us the Jess mold! She and her collection are so unique and cool! I seriously love it all, I just want to pick it up and stare at it. It's so full of life and has good energy. Also Jess is such a cool doll, her outfit and hair are iconic to me

Nicki!: 11/10, she's a cowgirl with pretty hair and I love her so goddam much. I know she was also a skier and she trained a service dog which is honestly such a good and different hobby but my brain blocks that out sometimes. I love how well rounded and pretty she is. She gives me good memories of my trips to Tennessee and Kentucky with my family.

Mia: 7/10, she will probably be the lowest rated. I wish she had bright red hair or light brown instead of well strawberry blonde. Her freckles and met outfit are adorable though! Her collection isn't my favorite but her bed is really cool and I love the ice skating theme.

Chrissa, Sonali, and Gwen: 10/10, the critics that a homeless doll costed 98 dollars was a valid critic but otherwise these girls were an amazing look at how different life can be just in one social circle or school. But aside from that I genuinely love them, their story is important to me and I love that they can be best friends but not have any of their stories be dampened. Also all three of the dolls are genuinely gorgeous. Chrissa's collection is so nice. The colors and items are one of my favorites.

Lanie: 9.5/10, ah yes another blonde, but in a time when the sporty, popular preps were blonde and the geeks and nerds were brunettes a science loving blonde was a good spin. But still I understand the oversaturation of blondes is overall just not cool. Anyway, Lanie is what got me into american girl. I have extreme memory issues but I still remember seeing Lanie in the catalog for the first time. I love her science-y, animal loving collection and her met outfit and camper are so beautiful. I love the use of blues, greens, and orange throughout her collection. I love her to bits.

Kanani: 9/10, there's absolutely nothing wrong with her collection, I love the doll, her collection, the representation, but she's already been gushed about a lot and I feel a similar way. Her chair and wake board outfit though *chefs kiss*

Mckenna: 9/10, she was iconic and honestly the most popular doll and no one can tell me otherwise, I wish she had different hair but otherwise she's another great doll. I also love that her collection is all one color aside from her met outfit and one other outfit, it's really fitting. While most of the other girls have calming or pretty vibes she gives the energy of a feral 13 year nonbinary kid with Adhd and its so much fun. I was that kid and had friends like that and it made the best memories.

Saige: 9.8/10, SHES SO PRETY. Literally no flaws to her what so ever. Her collection is so good, the vibes are top tier. I gotta say, why was the air balloon her big ticket item. It just seems like it has no playability for kids or collectors. But otherwise her collection gives me roadtrip vibes and I love it

Isabelle, 10/10, she is so underrated yall. I would say wow another blonde but I think it actually suits her? Like I wouldn't change it. I absolutely adore her collection and her studio is fucking cool. She's got both really chill and really fun vibes, like being at a fair or amusement park as dusk during summer. Love it.

Grace: 8.5/10, the doll absolutely gorgeous, no flaws, love the hair, love the freckles. But her collection, yes it's pretty but it feels like Americanized France instead of actual France. I would have loved to see the actual culture or learn more about France but we just got so many effial towers. Don't get me wrong most of her things are still very cute, the colors are amazing, but still

Lea: 10.5/10: is she a doc? Like not to be offensive, I genuinely don't know. Anyway her collection is also really cool. She's another blonde I wouldn't change. I love the uniqueness of her entire collection. It's so refreshing and cool. Her hut is also awesome. Also the stuffed animals with her collection are so stinking cute. I want everything.

Gabriella: 9/10: UNDERRATED. ok controversial take, even though her collection was recycled, why is that bad? Like Tenneys seems to be as well but she's well loved. Gabriella is an amazing doll with amazing representation and just because she isn't super unique doesn't change the fact that the doll is great. Some of her outfits aren't my favorite but the rest has really cool vibes.

Luciana: 8/10, I'm gonna be honest she's probably my second least favorite. While stilling being a doll I like, with a neat collection. The hype around her is well deserved but a little overwhelming. I wish she got more furniture and clothes instead of just a NASA sponsorship (which is cool but I find it hard to even consider her in my collection she feels special edition and not like the average girl ya know)

Blaire: 9/10, the bee dress and hair are so amazing I'm literally in love, I wish they showed more of the farm instead of her being a wedding planner. Otherwise she's a great doll, the chicken is also great. Very pretty, very cottage core, love it.

Joss: 10/10, I swear everyone kinda blocks out that she does cheer, the surfing is such a cool hobby. Plus her face mold, collection, and representation are honestly one of the best. I don't have big feelings for her, but I recognize she's awesome. I hope I can fall in love with her more she's so cool.

Kira: 8/10, honestly her collection is so cool, I heard some of the patterns on her things were stolen? Or they weren't made correctly? I'm unsure exactly. But otherwise her collection really stepped up the game. Three big sets, with plenty of accessories and outfits. I wish she was sold as a truly me as she is genuinely a gorgeous doll, but she's Kira so I have to judge her like that. She should have looked different. To me she looks to similar to Blaire and Lea. I wish they could have something a bit more unique.

That's all I have to say, have a good day!

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pinktatertots99 · 3 years

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🔥 Feelings on the canon ships of Homestuck?

Send Me a 🔥+ a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It

god am i gonna need to go with the sequals too? just og or all ships that’re considered canon by the end? whatever i’ll just go in order in what might be the ‘canon’ ships from all three of these categories. this is gonna be fucking long so anything and everything is under the cut. also i’m SO not gonna add hiveswap that can be its own separate ask. so:

roxygen: it’s a cute ship...but the sequal vers is garbage considering how inconsiderate roxy is to john’s feelings and his house burning down like damn rox this is the guy who sat with ya as ya mourned doom rose’s death give the guy some fuckin time himself.

rosemary: also cute ship...sequal versions are fuckin godawful tho. their barely a thing in meat from wha i can gather and then there’s candy...oh CANDY kanaya deserves better fuck this sense of her sayin she’s over it idc if it was off screen, even then half the cast ate stupid pills during that time so WHY must i be surprised that this is wha happens?

dave/kat: i dun like it. in either universe. meat is just perfect gay bois who have occasional deep talks and literally do nothing else while candy they split up thanks to jade which, geez ya guys must’ve been shit to tell her to fuck off like come on. og hs wise i barely consider them canon if we only get pictures and them just being on equal footing on quadrant talk. not to mention dave implied to be crushing on jade and JOHN not karkat, idk where this couple even came from other then love triangle situation with terezi but like, that’s barely much of a reason to become canon. i’d go with em bein pale/moirails more.

jadedave: i’m guessing candy and meat i thought meat implied they were dating but may aswell. so....it sucks but thats because candy and meat suck, meat dave’s basically cheating on her i didnt hear any implication they broke up and she’s like...chill??? and then there’s candy where she literally forced him and kar to break up and dated after dirk apparently died, i do not like the implications of this whole thing. course candy dave is dead and a robot now so...anyways canon wise dave had a crush on her and if jade does like him i’d hope it’s not cause of davesprite cause despite both being dave’s they were different. it’s cute otherwise.

davepetajade: it’s...cute? i guess? idk i kinda found davepeta a bit...idk overwhelmingly overrated? like i know where their popularity came from but readin the series now after all that hype i dont really see it anyways tho it’s basically davespritejade with nepeta in the mix. and idk nothin implied much of nepeta liking jade, or talkin to her much. and davepetasprite is a mesh of both so idk. it’s a ship with cute fanon works of em hanging with outfits but that’s bout it.

janejake: i hate it. legit. this is disgusting and completely throws out jane’s character. like even in the fixed timeline the talk she had with dirk probably still happened on the god bed’s and how she acknowledged wha she thought was wrong on wantin jake’s kids and so on trickster still happened and how she also realized she might’ve overhyped jake. but lets throw it ALL out the window to force jake in an unhappy marriage in both universes and possibly force him to stay in candy due to having tavvy if i’m reading the implications right. even then jake isn’t good for jane either both got their own needs this ship would’ve been sunked in canon and WAS but the sequals are beyond it so maybe that explains it but it disgusts me.

roseterezi: guess in meat specifically. yeah i kinda dont...care for it, like i still cant tell if rose and kanaya broke up or if she just fucked off without breaking up either one is fucked up on kan’s behalf. even then i just dont care for their kismesis it got brought up once and that was it.

jaderose: candy wise i guess even tho it was a fling. it disgusts me still mostly because of kan’s behalf on bein fucked over and both goin through a ‘surrogation’ process without her notice. like fuck this shit the jaderose fans deserve better.

roxycallie: idk if this one’s canon but it’s heavily implied callie lives with roxy least in candy. it’s cute, cant deny it even in og it was pretty cute, dont really care for candy vers tho but then again maybe their not a couple in it idk what’s canon couples anymore.

johnterezi: literally fucked in meat universe and john has kismesis feelings for her in canon. it’s...interesting, idk tho i feel like it’s one sided on john’s side.

ms paint/spade slick: i cant deny it’s cute, he’d least know how to treat a lady but god i’d hope it wouldnt be his only defining trait with her. also want ms paint to call his bullshit out pls and thanks.

dirkjake: honestly i cant tell if their STILL canon in og or not god forbid the sequals. in general though...i dont. i honestly dont really like em together much. they seem like the type to least stay friends but idk bout another relationship would be a good idea for em. maybe later down the line but otherwise canon wise they need a break.

and now for the canon one timer ships this involves any ships implied, uncomfirmed, ex-relationships, crushes, etc:

arasol: it’s cute, best ship. their quadrant was never confirmed but regardless their cute. sol tho in the sequals deserved better then to get abandoned by aradia goddamn.

fefsol: also cute, i live for both of em bein ass’s together.

erisol: oh boi this one...this was...yeah i cant even deny they wouldnt be too healthy, i like lookin at fanon ways tho for em. canon wise tho yeaaaah no these guys definietly wouldnt work.

gamtav: it’s...cute but boi gamzee needs some help i think.

gamsol: -sollux did imply he either wanted a kismesis or matesprit with him in one of the flashes- again same as gamtav.

aradia/equius: BIG NOPE nope nope nope equi that’s weird wha ya did never do it again thank fuck aradia hasnt been around him since.

karterezi: their actually kinda cute, looking back on em they could’ve worked. stupid doomed timeline bullshit.

daverezi: also kinda cute, idk tho if i got flushed for em tho i get more pale vibes but it was semi-a thing.

kanvris: it’s baaaaad kanaya deserves much better and vriska never seemed much the type for cementing into a relationship.

vristav: even worse, like i’d like to thank fuck tav one up-ed her in the end cause fuck wha he had to go through.

karmeenah: it...could be cute? maybe? only iffy part is the ages, i thought the dancestors were like sixteen tho since the kids said they were teenagers even tho they were at the time about fourteen? idk tho if eighteen is considered an adult in alternia or not tho it’s kinda implied to be? anyways tho it’s just off puttin maybe a bit tho.

meenahvris: it’s kinda cute, it was atleast, idk lookin back it does feel more unhealthy.

rufidama: baaaaaad i love rufi but he’s got some bullshit he needs worked out and damara deserves someone better.

rufihorr: just as bad as above, both deserve someone better or atleast horrus does with some therapy on it rufioh i think should just chill on relationships but it’s so obvious their not meant to be.

mitula: it’s cuuuuuute i cant deny it, ...okay fanon vers is canon is barely anything and tula does give more pale implications for tuna but with how protective she was over damara near him it’s sweet, but god do i wish canon tuna gave more feelings for tula.

kantula: it’s...creepy. like it’s so obvious the vantas bois cant communicate well but kankri’s crush feels almost pressuring on tula when he kept goin about them and goin “oh but we’re totally friends and i’m celibate so it’s okay its whatevs” like kan go to a corner give tula some air to breath.

crotuna: BIG NOPE cronus needs to learn fuckin boundaries thirsty fish bastard.

should i even add cro//eri due to the fact he literally asked an eridan out? regardless gross, ew, no, i’ll take the fanon ampora brothers anyday canon i didnt fuckin need that thx.

porrnea: it was implied to be more of a fling. idk considerin aranea’s track record i cant really say i’d trust her in many flushed quads. and porrim seems the type to have hers open and not a closed off thing so idk they got different cases.

aranea/jake: i cant deny it’s fuckin cute, i’d would’ve loved if they tried to do somethin but aranea was definietly uhhh not a good choice for jake. least she backed off when he didnt wanna be kissed but man yeah, it was cute while it lasted.

kurmeu: i cant deny the idea kur forced himself quiet due to hurting meu hurts me in a sweet way but as of rn them bein ‘pale’ and him mind controllin her when we dunno if she’s alright with this or not is...disturbing.

vristerezi: i am HIGHLY doubtful this is canon considering everything but i guess i gotta cement this. i dont see em as canon in og or sequal wise since vris is still gone in both, even then i dont like, see it, i see it but idk man i like em more pale then pail.

erifef: honestly no. both are much too different for a relationship, kinda glad they uh...got cut short cause honestly even their moirailship wasnt healthy what’s to say a matespritship would? on BOTH sides mind you.

rosejohn: thank karkat’s shipping board. anyways, i think their cute cause fuck it rose is a bi-con to me, canon wise probably wouldnt work but i’ll take fanon.

vriseri: kinda glad they got cut short of their kismesis cause boi eridan deserves a better one with how shit vriska was in breaking up with him.

johnvris: it was cute, i cant deny i’m soft over how the two talked things about vriska’s life and john’s it’s just kinda cute. it’s obvious tho canon wise with wha john went through it wont work out. would’ve loved if they became moirails tho but o well canon is god i guess.

spadePM: i dont like much of their implications, would be an unhealthy relationship regardless considerin spade’s flushed and PM’s pitch, they deserve some therapy and other people.

dadbert/momlonde: their cute i like the implications of em, sad they died though, it was cute while it lasted.

meowrails: may aswell count moirails in this shipping mess. anyways their cute, they gimmie sibling vibes course equius early into it was so...not a good moirail.

kurtuna: i guess it might be cute moirails? idk tho with kurloz’s implications it concerns me.

gamkar: as moirails...karkat was fuckin shit at his job i cant sugarcoat it. i get where it’s from he’s not gam’s lusus and shouldn’t be forced to check on him during his time of gettin high and such, i get they were kids, but god gam kinda deserved a better moirail. and then later on in the series it gets more fucked up between kar gettin stabbed by him and both in a pretty unhealthy moirailationship to the fixed timeline where gamzee is just shut into a fridge and kar doesnt fuckin care, like dude, wow. gamzee was bad yeah but damn, harsh a tad.

terezigam: as a kismesis it’s almost disgustingly unhealthy to me and honestly terezi deserved better and gamzee maaaaybe shouldn’t get a kismesis, ever, unless he can sort his shit out -the sequals tho wont do that lol-

minorly gonna count johndave in this: idk if i can see john reciprocating for dave so dave’s crush on him almost kinda hurts, especially since fixed timeline dave’s john is well, dead and our john is probably still different from his john, has angst but man i kinda dont mind it as a one sides crush it’s nice confirmation of dave bein bi atleast.

nepetajasper/jasprose: i cant see it, it’s disturbing i guess. i like em more as friends but jasprose is probably more creepy bout it.

signless/diciple: i think considerin the implications they were fuckin adorable and deserved the best.

summoner/mindfang: it’s kinda sad considerin its implied mindfang’s love for him might’ve been one sided, they could’ve been cute tho.

orphanor/mindfang: probably sounded like the best kismesis’s until he murdered dolorosa.

dolorosa/mindfang: BIG NOPE i dun like the implications.

condence/orphaner: since it’s implied orphaner had a crush on her, gonna say tho big nope considerin condence is a bitch.

condence/lord english: its hard to decipher their relationship in canon, but to cover all my bases it’s big nope to me somethin bout it makes me uncomfy despite both bein bastards.

#home stuck #hs #the pink one speaks

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watched the Extended Threads.

As if I haven’t already had a bad morning, lets emotionally torture ourselves shall we. Here is my running commentary:

Under a read more cause it was 8 pages of notes.

That Previously On just shows that the main point of this episode is to get Sam and Jack together so if y’all don’t think they’re together after this, I have some news for you.

Gucci Douchebag making an appearance in the Previously On is not my idea of fun

JACOB I MISS YOU I AM ALREDY CRYING GOD HELP ME

Alright the episode has started with KERRY JOHNSON LOVE OF MY LIFE

Sam, you can’t be jealous, you’re literally MARRYING ANOTHER MAN.

Lol Jack you moron as if Daniel would walk through the door right now.

Sam is glaring at you funny just fyi.

But he’s right, Daniel is just waiting for y’all to be nice about him.

Oma I would like to order a plate of fucks to give about Daniel’s story at this point

Teal’c of the Tau’ri is a cute title I love that man

Aww I feel so proud of Teal’c.

FUCK OFF PETE

JAAACOOOB

Pete is so cringy

Jacob let Jack call him Dad once.. Pete has to wait until after marriage.

This is awkward as fuck

Pete you are so insensitive,

Jacob hates him. Same honestly.

You can tell he hates him tho, he’s not hiding it. My partners mum did a better job and she’s homophobic.

Sam is SO NOT in love with this guy

Oma being cryptic, checks out

Anubis makes me wanna punch someone.

This episode is really just tying up loose threads (probably hence the title) but its nice to know Pete is considered a loose thread 😊

Teal’c having to decide between the Jaffa and the Tau’ri is sad

Agh the newspaper and Daniel finding out about plans is an aggravating storyline

“I’m gonna marry him” reads the same as “Dad, I am happy”. Honey who are you trying to convince??? We don’t believe you.

“I know how happy he makes you” *Cut to Sam who looks nonchalant* *cut to Jacob who knows exactly what he’s doing and what he’s doing is attempting to stop her marrying Gucci Doucebag*

Selmak isn’t alive to make that call Jacob stop lying

I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN

She is really thinking about this. Like she looks like she’s second guessing herself constantly.

KERRY

JACK

KERRY AND JACK

JACK AND KERRY

WAKING UP TOGETHER

OH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

I love how soft and tender he is with her, I imagine he’d be the same with Sam.

I love how he cuddles her and kisses her and plays with her hair and that hand on her face I--- *insert heart eyes*

I just really love them so much I wish we got more of soft, boyfriend Jack

Trouble in Jaffa land lol

I think he did really like her though.

Anyway back to Half Ascended!Daniel

Oma ya shouldn’t have helped the first two times, that’s the fucking problem babe

I literally do not give a shit about Daniel, I’m sorry. I really try but I can’t

OH NO THE PHONE CALL SCENE

She is SO sick of Gucci Douchebag

I can’t believe he called her at WORK over FLOWERS

AND SAYING ITS URGENT FUCK SAKE

I love Peter in the back

Jack watching her

Jacob is playing matchmaker so hard I fucking love him

Sam’s face tho is sooooo funny LIKE DAD SHUT UP WE DON’T MENTION THIS IN FRONT OF MY CO

Oh the little sigh he does before telling her to go pick flowers I can’t handle that man, he’s so heartbroken its like a lost puppy

Jack smiles but his eyes say oh yeah, I lost her and she’s happy with someone else now. PLOT TWIST: she’s miserable

Sam looks hurt because she still loves Jack

FUCK ME IT HURTS THEY DESERVED MORE

Jacob don’t play dumb babe, we know what you’re trying to do

Oh she MAD MAD at Dad

Why is it ok to break some rules and not others, you ask? Because y’all are white and can get away with it?

Oma just stop helping people. You don’t need to help them, just stop. I don’t want to be an ascended being y’all suck

Chocolate or vanilla like go HOME WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE

Sam shaking her head no about getting blown up by aliens is so cute I love her so much

This feels like friends talking

Or like these two people I know who claim they’re in love but its always soooo awkward around them.

Generally speaking that’s my type like you haven’t had two alien boyfriends in the last 8 years babe

“I have a surprise for you” YOU BOUGHT A FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT TELLING HER YOU CRETIN

THAT’S NOT A SURPRISE THAT’S CONTROLLING AND WEIRD

I hate that she looks happy. Don’t get me wrong I want her happy, I really do. And as much as I’m sure she loved Pete, she wasn’t in love with him. But I suppose she was happy for the first time with some one she could have… feelings are complicated, best not to have them honestly.

Jack has really long eyelashes. Just an observation.

That’s a lotta sugar, Danny boy. And Its not gonna make you any sweeter, I promise.

I love that he took the cup with him like he’s gonna drink it with THAT much sugar in it

Exposition, exposition, exposition.

Go away Anubis ya pain In the arse.

Oh the HOUSE

Have I said how much I hate that outfit cause I hate that outfit

It is a beautiful house to be fair but like…

Look at the PANIC in her eyes

I already have a problem with how they got engaged and the fact they stayed together after he STALKED HER.

Pete’s ability to control a situation and guilt trip her (literally he ran away and had her investigated by the FBI when she wouldn’t tell him about her work) reminds me of my ex. Which is probably why I hate him so damn much.

THE DECK SCENE

HER LOOKING AT HIS HOUSE

THE MUSIC

HE LOOKS GOOD IN DARK BLUE

I’M SORRY ITS ALL IN CAPS I’M TYPING AND WATCHING AND I’M SCREMING ON THE INSIDE DEAL WITH IT FAM I’M SORRY

THAT SMALL GRIN ON HIS FACE WHEN SHE SAYS SHE’S BEEN WORKING UP THE NERVE TO COME AND TALK TO HIM

TRUTH IS I’VE BEENTRYING TO WORK UP THE EVER FOR A LOT LONGER THAN THAT STOOP

ITS NOT GREAT JACK

YEAH BUT JACK HAS AN EVEN NCER HOSUE

SECOND THUGHTS

YES YOU ARE. GIANT MISTAKE INFACT

SHE’S REHEREDSE THIS SO MANY TIMES

KERRY FUCK OFFF NOW IS NOT THE TIME SWEETIE

THE BEER LOL

UES IT IS AWKKWARD

JACKS FACE OUCH

KERRY IS SO SWEET ASKING HER TO STAY FOR LUNCH

NO NOT DAD FUCK

Kerry caught him looking a little too long tbh

I’m not editing typos out of that btw it shows my rage

DAAAAAAD

JACOB YOU SWEET MAN

Oh sam honey I’m so sorry

I’m gonna cry again

FUCK OFF DANIEL JFC I literally do not give a shit

I only found out about Carmen’s death a couple months ago so I’m not gonna handle this well fam

Oh no

I’m typing and not looking again

Because Jacob is gonna tell her to go after Jack

I can’t breath

Six years ago

I’m not letting that go

It’s a continuity fuck up

Not that important but drives me nuts

No you’re not

He’s talking about jack

Come on sam he’s not dum

Everything you want is a house, a marriage and JACK

KERRY

LOVE OF MY LIFE

BREAKING UP WITH JACK FOR THE GREATER GOOD

I really like YOU Kerry

He’s so sad

He really liked Kerry

Retire please sir

Bye Kerry, I miss you already <3

If he told Sam he loved her right now she’d drop everything for him

He’s contemplating it

He’s confused but he’s thinking abut it because she’s stressed right now and ENGAGED but damn Kerry makes good points

More explanation and blah blah

Like if this was the main point of the story, there would be more talk of it outside of Daniel and we wouldn’t have just had 20 straight minutes if Sam and Jack pining over each other

Sorry can we talk about how PETE put a down payment on a house with OUT talking to her?? What if she didn’t like the neighbourhood?

Sorry I’m still mad about that

To be fair that green does look good on Daniel

Oma looks so proud

THEN STOP -B R E A K I N G- IT YOU GOOSE

Fuck sake woman

I’m so emotionally traumatised by this episode that I can’t remember half of what is added and half of whats in the 40 minute cut because I am repressing it lol. Obviously the scene with Kerry and the ones with Pete

NO JACOB

AND JACK BEING THERE FOR SAM

AND THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAVE SAID I LOVE YOU ALL OVER AGAIN

SORRY I NEED A TEN MINUTE BREAK TO CRY

OK I’m back

Sam looking at her like he wants to tell her he loves her breaks my tiny stone cold heart even more

He didn’t actually NEED to put his arm around her but they both actually really did need it

The way she rubs her thumb on his hand and leans into him I fucking can’t

AND MORE DANEIL FFS

Sorry I just feel like this was supposed to be the A plot, Dakara was the B plot and Sam/Jack was the C plot but it ended up Sam/Jack = A, Daniel and Anubis = B, Dakara = C

Took ya long enough to catch on, Danny boy

Good BYE PETE

You didn’t know shit from the beginning go home

That’s the same shade of blue Jack had on before… interesting

I mean it does have something to do with her father…

She will, babe, don’t stress

To be fair, to give him some credit, he took it like a champ

But also don’t be a creep ya know

Why does Sam’s jacket look awkward

She just looks awkward this entire sequence

INCOMING WORMHOLE

What, pray tell, is the point of the self destruct if it doesn’t blow up the gate? Isn’t that part of the point?

Daniel ya tit, that’s not gonna work

Fuck YEAH OMA

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS

Now Daniel can come back to earth and be with Vala thanks

Literally the only time I like him is with Vala and then its with a push

This seems a little too convenient tbh

I know it was OMA but this episode just feels…. Disjointed

Ah but will you destroy it? Probably not knowing the Jaffa

I wonder if Sam and Jack have spoken by now. Clearly not the same day because different clothes.

I’d say two days since Dad?

Ack Naked!Daniel

Jack is so AWKWARD I LOVE HIM

SAM CAN’T LOOK AT HIM

BRA’TAC IS ENCOURAGING THIS BULL SHIT

F I S H I N G

I can believe it, Sam.

She’s leaning towards him

Aw that giggle

That look she gives him

They’re so happy

This was the perfect ending

It should have finished there

How much time passed between then and s9 I wonder

At least a month right because Sam had been away a month?

Well that was good.

Hurt my heart but it was good

Final notes:

Jacob and Janet deserved better

I want more Kerry

They should have stopped at s9

Sam and Jack are together now, TRY and convince me otherwise

I’m thinking of smutty fic ideas for the cabin please stop me

Thanks for coming along on that emotional roller coaster ride. Ended up being 9 pages of dot points so I’m sorry! But I feel like I’ve said my bit.

Oh one last thing

Fuck Pete 😊

#SG1 #Stargate SG1 #Stargate #SG1: Threads #Sam x Jack #Jack x Sam #OTP: They might as well have said I love you #Samantha Carter #Jack O'Neill #Teal'c #Daniel Jackson #Oma De Sala #jacob carter #kerry johnson #Gucci Douchebag #ATapps #RDA #mostly #Mudblood-and-proud watches

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Thoughts on S10xE7!!

Late again...*pretends to be shocked*

Alrighty let’s get to this!

Baby is so cute :((((

They could’ve done so much with the cartel sl ugh

Protective Mickey with the chopping nuts comment

Ew sandy. Not a good first impression because I already don’t like you

You can tell they tried to get Emma back as Mandy but she refused so they had to go with an off brand but like one of those off brands that i would never buy (like those way too salty gross Walmart brand chips)

Will my opinion change? Probably not but stay tuned I guess

Anyway back to the only Milkovich who actually matters

I love mickey’s voice and facial expressions I LOVE HIM OKAY

Yes Ian make it known that he’s TAKEN tell the world! Maybe get married or something?

I wanna buy Mickey shampoo :(

Going to Costco???? HOW MARRIED OF YOU!

Grocery lists are also so obviously married :(((((

Like my husband and I do this all the time “I’m going to the store do we need anything?” And I’m emo

HE SMACKED THE ASS

Mickey likes to get spanked don’t even try to convince me otherwise

“Little domestic bitches” is my new gallavich tag

TIDDY SQUEEZE SAME

CHEEK KISS DOUBLE SAME

Flipping off sandy ME TOO

Mickey checking out his hubby’s ass with a smug smile HES SO PROUD OF HIS MAN

THE LONG AWAITED OUTFIT!!

I wanna squeeze him

He’s the best security guard though

Can he be security for a celeb? But like a really tiny celeb

Track star

His tummy looks cute in that shirt :(

He takes his job very seriously and I love that

I told y’all Mickey knows and loves fashion!!

“Nice little nerd” I wanna see him interact with his coworkers ugh

Can you believe Ian actually went to the mall to meet Mickey for lunch on his first day of work????

They actually planned this :((((((

Mickey most likely got his food THEN Ian’s so it could be just a little bit warmer for Ian

Cute little lunch date :(

I just want them to have a moment of peace wtf

I fucking hate Paula

Ian if you don’t kill her I’m gonna blue scadoo into my tv and kill her myself

I don’t know if it’s just because my sense of humor is different but I really don’t find Paula funny AT ALL

I knew this bitch was gonna fuck with his PO!! I fucking hate her

MICKEY DESERVES BETTER

He’s so disappointed and I’m upset for him

Ian looks good in that jean jacket

Ian is so worried about mickey’s safety

I really like when Cam makes Ian look uneasy. You can see the anxiety building and I love that for Cam

“Don’t call me tiger” lmao

I love that Mickey still talks back to her and she doesn’t give him shit for it

He’s so good a tackling people 😂

I can’t believe he threw him out the window but I can believe at the same time

“We gotta kill her” so nonchalant about it😂😂😂

Weekly “wow cam is so hot” comment

Grumpy Gallavich

Theory time: so we know Paula is gone after next episode. We also know terry is back next ep. Now remember that pic Noel posted of all the Milkoviches? My theory is Mickey goes to his family to help him kill Paula or at least scare the shit out of her! Either way I’m glad she’s almost gone

Non-Mickey/Gallavich related thoughts

Carl is still the best Gallagher. His sl this ep was actually good

Debbie didn’t annoy me that much I’m actually shocked

Kev and V are pure trash.

Best Lip scene was.....you guessed it. The one where he gives us a Milkovich history lesson

Welp that’s all for now! Let me know your thoughts if you want or not idc. I love Mickey so much bye

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totallypathet · 4 years

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Episode Six

Okay first of all, massive spoiler warning!!

Snaaaaaaatch gaaaaaaame!!! I love snatch game. It's such a good opportunity to shine, and be hilarious, and show us what you can do! It's also the challenge queens have the most time to prepare for, so it's always interesting to see who actually comes prepared...

Also, the runway this week was incredible! I think it's been the best week so far for runway looks, so many of them were sooooo stunning! Who knew that a Frozen theme would bring out the best of the season so far??

Okay, let's get into the breakdown.

1. Aiden Zhane

Oh my god. I am so so so so so so so so glad to see Aiden finally fucking LEEEEEEAVE. It's been a journey guys, but we got here. I am so excited not to have to see that little black wig anymore. Honestly, there was nothing good about her performance this week. I was actually really excited to see someone do Patricia Quinn, it's cool seeing people do references that I hadn't even thought of and salute older parts of LGBTQ history. The reality, though, made me want to jump off a building. It was sooo cringy and sad. There was nothing Patricia about it, she didn't even bother doing the accent. How are you gonna stand in the work room and say "oh I know her, I had lunch with her" and deliver a performance like that?? And also, every question she was just like "I don't even know where I am am!" And it's like... dementia isn't funny. It was just hard to watch.

Her runway was, I think, the best she's ever looked. The wig was still shaky af, but her makeup was really pretty, and her padding was really good. The dress was lovely, but it wasn't very...creative. It was just a blue dress, and the yeti concept was only done from the neck up. It kind of felt like she went to the competition with just the dress, then she saw what everyone else was putting on and was like "oh damn I've got to make a concept out of this somehow!"

Also that lipsync though... it was like watching Vivienne Pinay and Honey Mahogany again, let's just say that.

Tl;dr: she deserved to go, and I'm glad to see her go.

2. Brita

Brita, Brita, Brita. Still bitter af. All she does is talk shit on other people and like...maybe if you stayed in your lane and focused on what you were doing, you wouldn't be in the bottom all the time? Just a thought. Shes another one where it felt like she just didn't do enough research on her character. It's so disappointing, and kinda inexcusable - you know what's coming, you have so much time to prepare and you still don't bother? I don't care for that kind of attitude. Also if she mentions that she won Entertainer of the Year one more time I'm gonna lose my mind. I don't care that you won it! Show me why you won it! Show me why you deserve to win this! I just haven't seen anything from Brita that I've enjoyed. I'm disappointed and underwhelmed.

Her look on the runway was also a bit underwhelming, it was a pretty gown, but it was almost and exact copy of Eureka's glitter look. That comparison has been made already, but it's true. We've seen it, why would you bring a copy of a gown from just 2 seasons ago? Underwhelming.

Her lipsync was also not that good, but she was against Aiden, so of course she won. Excited to see her go next week though!

3. Crystal Methyd

Whew, Crystal was a rollercoaster this week! Poppy was a really tough choice. I didn't know who she was at all, but I looked up a few videos of her after the episode and now I get what Crystal was going for. She actually did a fairly good job of what she was going for, but it just wasn't the right character for snatch game. We all know RuPaul has very simple humour, anything big, slapstick, edgy, all that stuff. The humour Crystal was going for could have been really funny (if I knew more about Poppy, that's on me), but RuPaul was never going to get it. And also, she was trying to do a robotic character like 2 seats down from Gigi, who was also doing a robotic character and killing it, so that's an extra level of difficulty.

Having said all of that. Crystal. Was the best. On. The. Runway. That outfit was incredible! And her makeup was so stunning! And the hair was perfect with it! She absolutely killed that runway, and I was gagged by it. Crystal has turned out so many looks, and I Love It. That runway 100% saved her from the bottom 2 and I could not be happier about it. So proud of her.

One other thing though, I am so bored of the El DeBarge thing. Move on, Ru. Crystal is far far more than a mullet.

4. Gigi Goode

Gigi is an absolute powerhouse this season. Her choice to play a robot was bold, but I live a queen with confidence. And she was confident, she knew what she was doing, she did her research, and she killed the snatch game. I'm so proud of her. One thing I will say, I swear they called the robot Maria, but I thought that human looking AI robot was called Sophia? Maybe there was a copyright issue. Anyway, her performance was so hilarious! The struggling with the cards, the calling everyone a bitch, the mispronouniation of vagina, I loved it all. She came with references, she came prepared, and I stan.

Her look was really great, but I almost feel like it was a little repetitive? I don't know, I just feel like I wasn't surprised by it. It was cute, it was perfectly fitted, there were really gorgeous little details about it, but it was the shape and style I expected from her. Maybe it's because she's set the bar so high leading up to this point, I was just a bit "meh" with her look this week.

She still fully deserved to win, and she did a fantastic job this week.

4. Heidi N Closet

Heidi also did a good job this week. Her Leslie Jones was a safe performance, she made me laugh, she had the look down, I was not at all mad at it. Was it perfect? No. Was it good? Absolutely. I enjoyed it. I'm glad she didn't do Phaedra Parkes. I really don't enjoy when Ru tries to change their characters in the walk through. They've brought information, and references, and preparation (most of them); and you want them to throw all that away and do someone else just because you think so? No. I will grant that sometimes Ru points them in the right direction when they're choosing between 2 characters - but I don't like when he just pulls a character out of nowhere for them.

Heidi's look was also really great; she was giving me 2018 Met Gala Rihanna but in Winter. Her makeup was stunning, she looked so pretty. The only thing I didn't love was the shoes. I kind of wish she'd just gone for a white or silver pump. The fur was too much for me.

Good week for Heidi, definitely a safe performance, I'm glad for her.

5. Jacki Cox

Jackie 👏 came 👏 prepared 👏 I have never watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, I was only vaguely aware of Lisa Rinna nefore the snatch game, but I still found her performance so funny! She looked just like her, she sold me who Lisa Rinna was really quickly, so I was able to laugh at the rest of her jokes. I didn't specifically know Lisa Rinna, but we all know a woman like that, so I could still get the humour. I might not have caught all the references, but it was still funny. That's how you play snatch game. You need to be able to make people laugh even if they don't know who you're actually portraying. I absolutely loved Jackie this week.

Her runway look was also stunning! I loved the snowflake, I loved her makeup, and I adored her hair. Jackie is so good at serving something so different every week but still sticking to her brand and her signature. I love Jackie.

6. Jaida Essence Hall

Jaida's Cardi B was really good! She looked just like her, sounded just like her, had her humour down... absolutely solid performance from Jaida.

Her look this week was also soooo beautiful! She's such am absolutely stunning queen, her makeup skills are incredible, she knows her body, she knows what suits her, and she rocks it every week.

The only thing for me with Jaida is I feel almost a little...disconnected from her. I just don't feel like I've seen the vulnerability from her like we've seen from Heidi, or Jackie. And that doesn't mean I want her to tell some horrific story from childhood, I just mean that when we see her she's always on, yknow? And I get that it's a tv show, and a competition show at that; I just wish we could see her humanity a little bit. Having said that, I totally get that queens of colour (and particularly black queens) get so much hatred from the drag race fandom, and I completely understand that it would be difficult to open up and be vulnerable after seeing what other black queens have been through during and after the show.

Nevertheless, she is utterly incredible and so deserving of a top spot. She's a real contender for winner of season 12.

7. Jan

I love Jan. I love her so much. Shes so excited to be there, she's working so hard, and I appreciate it so much. Her Bernadette Peters was not great. Or maybe it was, I have no idea who she is. And she didn't sell me, like Jackie did. It was kind of a shame. I feel like Jan has the talent to have done almost anyone, and she just picked someone that I feel like took too much explaining. Still a solid performance - for me she was on a level with Heidi. Solid performance, solid runway, good week.

I did like Jan's runway look more than Heidi's though, I loved the concept. Jan is another one who has pulled out something very different every week, but still stays distinctly Jan. I love her makeup as well! Jan doesn't get enough recognition for her makeup skills, she's really talented, she paints beautiful faces, and is not afraid to get artistic and high fashion.

8. Widow Von Du

I love Widow so much, but everything she did this week was just slightly off. I thought her Ike & Tina performance was actually a bit of a shame, I think she focused too much on having a gimmick that her performance suffered. The thing about switching characters in snatch game is that both characters have to be really good (and equally good), otherwise it just feels a little messy. Her performances just weren't quite there this week. I wish she'd just picked one and spent a little more time perfecting it.

Her runway also wasn't quite there. I loved the concept, she did something so different from everyone else, and I love when queens pull off a standout look. Her makeup and the ice on her face was also incredible, she honestly has the most beautiful face. I just wish that dress had hit the floor. I wish the skirt had been a little more full (maybe more petticoats?), and it had hit the floor. Widow does have this awful habit of wearing ugly shoes - and if the gowns hit the floor it just wouldn't matter. It was a shame.

Still a solid week and a decent performance, don't get me wrong; I just keep wishing for her to really pull it out and succeed, and she's just slightly missing the mark for me at the moment.

Okay, now I'm gonna say something kind of controversial about this season; I wish Jan, Jackie, and Widow weren't on it. I wish they were on next season. I'm saying that because I think they're all so incredible, and I think they all could potentially win a season - if they weren't on with Gigi Goode and Sh***y P**. Gigi has been so unstoppable, and I love her, but she's kind of overpowering, and I really want to see someone other than her (or Sh***y P**) win a challenge. I mean, it's no secret that Sh***y P** was pre selected to be top 4, and this season has been geared towards her, so of course she's been winning challenges. It just has almost become like a 2 person competition, and it's a shame! Because there's so many other queens who deserve wins, and deserve recognition, and they're not getting it because the top 2 is like always those 2. I'm not mad at Gigi, bc she's slaying the competition and she's working really hard; I just feel like there's been seasons where Jackie, Jan, or Widow would have absolutely killed it and won, but this season they're just not getting the recognition they deserve. Just my opinion!

#drag race #drag race spoilers #rpdr12 #rpdr spoilers #aiden zhane #brita #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jackie cox #jaida essence hall #Jan #jan sport #widow von du

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memesiders · 4 years

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Part 3

Death x OC Office AU

(Idk if you guys are even still interested in this but it's helping me get back into writing so imma keep posting it until y'all tell me "STOP!!!" Also I'm on mobile so I can't do a "keep reading" thing I'm so sorry I know it must be annoying)

“Do these leggings make my ass look to big?” I stood sideways in front of the mirror, studying my butt. Today was my first official day on the job, and I was nervous as hell.

“Everything makes your butt look big,” Neema answered, giggling. I scowled at her and stuck my tongue out, turning back to the mirror.

“Seriously, is this okay? Professional enough?”

“Ugh, it’s fine!” She joined me in front of the mirror and grabbed the hem of my baby pink top, pulling it down over my butt. “You look great, alright? It’s not like you’re gonna go to meetings or anything, right? No need for stuffy clothes.” I smiled a little and nodded. She was right, but I still felt uneasy. Maybe my outfit was too casual. “You don’t have time to change anyways, it’s almost eight thirty.”

“Shit!” I grabbed my phone and bag, running out of the room. “Love you, don’t answer the door for strangers!” Neema had gotten a three-day suspension from school after the incident, not that she minded. I hated leaving her alone, but she was sixteen and I had to stop babying her at some point, even if I didn’t like it.

“Go kick ass at work!” she called after me. I picked up my small box of things next to the door and said one last goodbye before running out.

I barely made it in time to catch the bus. I paid the two-dollar fee and searched for a seat, weaving through people. A demon standing in the aisle moved forward as much as he could to allow me to pass, his leathery wings barely missing my face as I squeezed by. Getting hit by wings wasn’t fun, I knew that from personal experience. I ducked behind an angel who was preoccupied on her cellphone and spotted an empty seat, breathing a sigh of relief. I plopped down and set the box next to me, checking the time. Eight forty.

It should only take me ten minutes to reach the office if traffic is light. I mentally cursed myself for not leaving sooner; arriving late would not be a good look for me. Amber had emailed me on Thursday to let me know my schedule and tell me who would be there to show me around. She also informed me that this was a trial run. At the end of three months, Death would decide whether or not I really could be useful. I was hellbent on proving myself, though my mission had gotten off to a late start.

I sighed and checked my email but I had nothing but spam and notifications telling me that my favorite items were on sale. Too bad I didn’t have money to burn, otherwise I’d have been excited by the news. I closed the app and checked another site, my mood not getting any better. All I saw were pictures of friends and families having the time of their lives, vacationing in the Caribbean or announcing their engagement. Apparently, my cousin was pregnant with a baby boy, oh joy. I groaned to myself as I continued to look through my timeline, feeling worse about my situation. I wanted to be able to take my sisters on vacation; hell, I wanted to be able to afford to buy them lunch one day.

I wanted to be able to buy Neema all the manga she could ever want, and make enough so Safiya never had to work another double shift again. I wanted to be able to take care of them for once.

I logged off and threw my phone in my bag, trying to ignore my pathetic self. I had a job, and that was good enough for now. I’d be able to help buy groceries and pay bills; the fun stuff could wait. My stop came up and I gathered my things, making my way back to the front. The angel from earlier was still on the phone and hadn’t noticed me. She turned to get off as I was trying to get past her and smacked me right in the face with her large wings. I fell back into one of the seats, my face stinging and mouth full of feathers.

The person in that seat shoved me forward and I stumbled to the exit, getting off as fast as I could. I set my box down and spat out the feathers in my mouth, plucking a few out of my hair. Today was definitely not starting out the best. I grabbed my things and started down the street, attempting to hold myself high. Nothing was going to ruin this, not even what had just happened.

I crossed the street and arrived at the large black building, my heart leaping into my throat. The last time I’d been here, I’d been forcibly removed. Now I was coming back as an employee. Well, temporary employee, for now. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and pulled open one of the glass doors, walking in. The lobby didn’t look any different than it had the last time I saw it; black leather sofas and chairs pressed against the walls, magazines stacked neatly on glass coffee tables. The floor and walls were made of black marble, as was the front desk. There was a waterfall on one of the walls with a small pool filled with pennies. I’d tossed one in yesterday, wishing for the job I was now about to officially begin. I smiled and felt a weight lift off of my shoulders; this was a new beginning.

“You’re late.” I flinched and sucked in a sharp breath, twirling around. Leaning against the wall was Death, a frown plastered on his face and an eyebrow arched.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I hissed, taking one hand off of the box to place over my heart. “Do you get your rocks off by sneaking up on people?” He cocked his head slightly and I bit my tongue. That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say to my new boss. “I, uh, I mean…” He stared at me silently, the quiet between us growing awkward, at least on my part. I shook myself. “I’m not late.”

“It’s nine o’ two.” I snorted. Shit, bad idea again. “I told you nine sharp.”

“I know, I’m sorry. There was a problem at home and then the bus-” He put his hand up, cutting me off, and pushed off the wall.

“Come,” he said, crooking a finger. I refrained from rolling my eyes and followed him. He looked at me for a moment and reached out, touching my hair. I jerked back a little and his hand returned with an angel feather in hand. I blushed. “Run in with an angel?”

“An inconsiderate one,” I replied. He hummed in amusement and nodded, turning back around and walking. My eyes wandered his body as I walked behind him, gaze settling on his ass. Nice. I was so caught up in appreciating him I nearly ran right into him when he stopped. “This is Nora.” I quickly looked up as he turned and gestured to the red-haired woman behind the front desk. “She’ll be your coworker and mentor. If you have any questions, ask her.” I smiled at the woman and shook her hand. “Now, I trust I won’t be hearing any complaints about you? After all, you can take whatever I throw at you, right?” I squinted my eyes a little, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I won’t be any problem at all, Death, you have my word.”

“Sir.”

“Hmm?”

“At work, you will address me as "Sir.” I held back another snort.

“Kinky,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Sir.” He stared at me for a few seconds, a strange glint in his eye.

“Don’t make me regret hiring you, Miss Banks,” he said. He sounded as though he was already regretting it.

“I won’t let you down, Sir.” He let out a breath that almost sounded like a chuckle and said goodbye to both Nora and I before leaving. I stared after him, a small smile on my face; that man was something else.

“I’m glad he finally found someone,” Nora said. I snapped my head back to her.

“What?”

“To fill the job,” she explained. “I thought I’d never be able to cut back my hours.” Warmth spread through my cheeks and I nodded, smiling politely.

“I didn’t think he’d hire me to be honest,” I laughed. “He must love me.” She laughed and pulled up a chair for me, sitting in her own. I gladly sat down, setting my box in my lap.

“The only love the boss has is for his siblings, I’m afraid.” I frowned slightly.

“Really? I saw him with his brother during my interview and he seemed like he’d have thrown him through the window if he had the chance.” Nora laughed.

“Which one? Strife?” I nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen those two get along, though they might behind closed doors; I’ve only ever interacted with them at work.” I nodded slowly. I wondered how people saw me and my sisters. We loved each other to eternity, but in public it could definitely seem like we didn’t care for each other.

Maybe that was how Death and his siblings were?

“Anyways, I’m glad you’re here,” Nora said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “That means I can spend less time at work and more time with my little one.”

“You have a kid?” I asked. Her smile widened and she nodded, grabbing her phone and showing me her wallpaper. It was her, a bald man, and a tiny baby. It looked cute, I guess; a button nose, big green eyes and a head of black hair. I wasn’t particularly into kids. Maybe if I had a more stable life and the right person, but I never really saw the appeal. “Cute, how old are they?”

“Ten weeks,” she cooed, staring lovingly at the photo. “She’s a bit of a troublemaker but I couldn’t imagine life without her. I just want to spend every moment I can with her.” I nodded and she put her phone away, still looking like she was on cloud nine. “I’m lucky to work here. Death was very accommodating and gave me more time off than I deserved, really. When I asked to cut back my hours, he didn’t even flinch; just gave me the time I wanted and told me I’d have to train whoever he hired next.”

I smiled; that was really kind of him. Way kinder than I thought he was capable of; perhaps we’d just gotten off on the wrong foot? “Anyways, enough about me! We should probably get a crack on, shouldn’t we? There’s a busy day ahead of us.”

“Yes, we probably should,” I agreed.

****

The week flew by faster than I was expecting. Nora had showed me around the building and explained to me all of my duties. Faxing, taking calls, making calls, scheduling appointments, emailing reminders and updates, making sure visitors were checked in and given passes, keeping the lobby clean, collect and sort mail, deliver mail on some occasions, and so much more my head was spinning. The fact that she had done so much by herself for so long was baffling. No one person should’ve been able to do all she had. It almost made me regret taking the job. The paycheck coming up was the only thing keeping me sane.

“Just three more days,” I muttered, doodling on my notepad. My stomach rumbled loudly, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I winced and curled over a little, nausea washing over me like a wave. We were scrambling to save food at home, which meant eating less than was good for us. It had been messing with me lately and today way no different. I felt like throwing up, but I knew nothing would come out if I did. There was nothing in there to vomit up.

“Az, are you okay,” Nora asked, hanging up her phone. I straightened out and gave her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, ignoring the pain in my stomach. “Just a little hungry is all.”

“Well, lunch is coming up, so don’t worry; we’ll get some food in ya then.” I nodded at her, appreciative of her kindness. I really wanted to tell her “I don’t have money for lunch! My next meal is probably gonna come out of a trashcan!” but I didn’t. I really didn’t want anyone knowing how pathetic I was that I couldn’t even afford lunch.

“Sounds great,” was all I said. She smiled at me and picked up another call. She was only on the phone for about a minute. “Looks like the boss wants to see you.” I frowned. What had I done? I hadn’t caused trouble; at least, not enough to warrant attention. I blew out an exhausted breath and pushed away from my desk, standing.

“Alright, I guess I’ll be seeing you in a bit.” She nodded and turned back to her computer screen, typing away at an email. I went to the elevators and pushed the up button, resting my hands on my hips. I was confused, to say the least. I hadn’t raised trouble at all. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; some guy had decided to try and get handsy with me while I was delivering some mail. He’d gotten his nose broken.

I’d had to file a report about it but I hadn’t been reprimanded, nor had I heard anything about it since then. Maybe it was just now getting around to Death. I frowned a little; he better not have called me up to his office to punish me. That would piss me off more than anything else he’s done since our first meeting.

The elevator dinged, the doors opening up, and I stepped in. I smashed the top floor button and leaned back against the metal handlebar, blowing a few strands of hair out of my face. I couldn’t help but be nervous. “Maybe it’s not anything bad,” I said to myself. “Maybe he’s just curious about how you’re doing? Or he wants you to do something for him? Something that Amber can’t do? Fuck…” I shook my head and straightened up as the elevator once again dinged. I breathed deeply as the doors opened, and stepped out.

Amber didn’t even look up when I walked out, gave me the go ahead to enter Death’s office. I thanked her and quietly opened one of the doors, slipping in. Death was against his desk, half sitting and half standing, with his office phone pressed to his ear. His face was contorted into a scowl, his jaw clenched tightly and the vein in his neck popping.

“I’m not going,” he growled into the phone, thrumming his fingers against the desk. “I have no need!” The person on the other end was shouting back at him, I could hear it from my position in front of the now closed door. “I don’t care what they want, they have you, War, and Strife; that should be enough for them!" The person they were talking to got even louder, and I could hear it was a woman’s voice. “Don’t threaten me, Fury.” His face was getting red, his eyes burning brightly.

Suddenly he pushed away from the desk and threw his hand up. “As I said, I have no need to-” Fury cut him off. Death still hadn’t noticed me, so I cleared my throat loudly enough to grab his attention. He looked at me and snapped his fingers, pointing to a chair. Without thinking, I obeyed, hurrying over and plopping myself down into the seat; I had no doubt he was angry enough to fire me right then and there if I didn’t listen. I could hear a few of Fury’s words now that I was closer.

Words like “council,” and “party,” and “pull up your big boy pants before I come down there and beat you senseless.” There was also the threat of dragging him by the ear to whatever party they were all supposed to be at. I nearly laughed; this must’ve been his sister, because there was no way anyone else would’ve been able to get away with saying the things she was. After a few more minutes of fighting, Death conceded. “Fine,” he huffed, falling into his chair. “I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to play nice with others.” Fury had calmed down now too, I couldn’t hear her anymore, but I was sure she was satisfied and probably had a smug look on her face. Death said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, muttering curses under his breath. He sighed and rubbed his temples slowly, running a hand through his hair. I shifted awkwardly.

“Are you okay, Sir,” I asked softly, unsure of whether or not I should say anything. He grunted and looked at me, straightening in his seat.

“I’m fine, thank you.” I nodded, tugging at the hem of my skirt.

“Nora said you wanted me up here? Is this about that asshole on the third floor? I won’t apologize for breaking his nose, you know.” Death snorted and shook his head, his demeanor changing. He looked less annoyed than he had just a moment ago.

“Don’t worry, it’s not about that,” he assured me. “He deserved it, and has been properly removed from the company.” My eyes widened slightly; I hadn’t expected that. I thought he’d just get a slap on the wrist or something. Death clasped his hands together and cocked his head slightly. “No, I called you up here to ask how you were settling in. Anything too much for you?” I frowned a little and shrugged.

“Not really,” I explained. “It’s a little difficult having to remember everything but Nora’s been a big help. I’m worried that I might be annoying her with all of my questions.” I laughed a little and the corner of his lips turned up slightly.

“Don’t apologize; I’d rather have you ask a lot of questions and be prepared than ask none and mess things up. I’m sure Nora feels the same way.” I nodded appreciatively. My stomach rumbled loudly and I blushed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No need. Have you had lunch yet?” I shook my head. “I should probably let you get to it then. It’s around your break time, I believe.” I nodded and thanked him, standing. The world started to swim and I felt my heart leap into my throat, my vision blurring further. My legs gave out without warning and I fell back into my seat, breathing heavily. Death was by my side almost immediately. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, rubbing my throbbing head. “I just haven’t been able to eat much lately.” I bit my tongue after the last word came out and silently cursed myself.

“What?” he asked, concern lacing his words. “What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing, really. I’m sorry for worrying you.” I tried to stand but Death sat me back down. I couldn’t really put up much of a fight.

“What do you mean, Aziza?” I looked up at him, my heart pounding. Again, with the reaction? Why did it make me feel so strange whenever he said my name? I stared into his eyes, my face growing warm, and shrugged.

“There’s not much food in the house so I’ve had to skip a few meals. It’s no big deal, I just have to wait a few days for my paycheck.” He frowned at my words and I gave him a small smile. “I’ll be fine, I just felt a little faint. It won’t affect my work, I promise.” He scoffed.

“Stay here,” he ordered, leaving me. He went to the doors and opened one of them, sticking his head out and talking to Amber. He came back a minute later and sat down behind his desk. “I had Amber order some food for you.” My eyes widened.

“You what?” I squeaked.

“I had her order a cheeseburger. Unless you’re a vegetarian?”

“I’m not, but-”

“Good, then you can wait here until the food arrives.” I stared at him, my mouth open slightly. Had he really just ordered me food? Why? I couldn’t afford to pay him back. Was he gonna take it out of my paycheck? I felt an odd sensation at the thought of him doing something like that for me; a sensation I didn’t know if I liked or not.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, trying not to sound too defensive. “I’m fine, and it’s not like you owe me anything. I need to get back to work anyways.” He rested his chin on his clasped hands, studying me carefully. My face grew warm again and I stared back at him.

“Yes, I did have to,” he said coolly. “You work in my building, which means I’m responsible for you. If you collapse on the job then I’ll have to give you time off to recover; time neither of us can afford. Nora will have to keep on full time until you recover and by the time you come back, you’ll have forgotten how everything works. Besides, I can’t have a starving receptionist; your hunger will make you forget things and then I’d have to fire you, and then where would you be? You’d be starving… Again.” I blinked, thinking over his words. He wasn’t doing this out of the kindness of his heart, which reassured me a little, but I was still uncomfortable. Even though it all made rational sense, I still felt uneasy about it.

“Okay, you’ll take it out of my pay, right?”

“No.” I sat up straighter.

“What? You have to; I don’t feel comfortable just letting you-”

“Is it that much of a deal?” He sounded amused. His lips had formed a small smirk.

“Yes, it is. You’re my boss and you’re just buying me food like I’m your girlfriend or something.” He hummed a little and leaned back in his seat, shrugging his shoulders.

“Fine, if it means that much to you, then there is something I’d like you to do.”

“Anything,” I quickly replied, feeling a bit of relief. “As long as I can do something to pay you back.” He cocked his head, a fang peeking out from his upper lip. A shiver ran down my spine.

“The company is hosting a party tomorrow night and my presence has been demanded,” he explained, rolling his eyes. “I need a date.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “It’s not a real date, but my sister insists I bring someone; something about she doesn’t want me embarrassing her.” I started to ask why he didn’t take Amber, but he beat me to it. “My brothers will be there, and Amber and Strife are not friendly with each other. Also, she has plans for that night.” I nodded, my stomach twisting into knots. My palms started to sweat and I clenched my hands into fists. I couldn’t exactly say no, not after he bought me food. I didn’t even know why he was asking me; we weren’t exactly friendly with one another. In fact, this was the first time since I’d began working here that we’d seen each other.

“Why ask me?”

“Why not?” I frowned, cocking my head like he’d done not long ago. That wasn’t really the answer I wanted, but it looked like that was the only one I was getting.

“I don’t exactly have the clothing for a party, and I don’t know how I should act.”

“You don’t have to act any way, just be yourself. As for clothes, I’ll have something picked up for you.” This was too weird to get my head wrapped around. “You don’t have to come with me, Aziza.” I flicked my eyes back to his. “I can face my sister’s wrath, don’t worry. I only asked because you seem bent on repaying me.”

“I’ll do it,” I quickly replied. “I’m just worried I’ll embarrass you or something.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. I was worried about doing something embarrassing, I just wasn’t worried about it affecting him.

“Strife will be the embarrassing one, don’t worry about that.” I scoffed playfully and leaned back in my seat. “I’m serious, Aziza, you don’t have to come.”

“I said I’ll do it and I’ll do it.” My words were final. I wasn’t going to back out because I was a little uncomfortable, even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do. Death hummed softly and stared at me, an almost soft look in his eyes. “Just know that I have a hard time keeping a filter on myself.” Death chuckled.

“Perfect.”

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #office au #death #death x oc

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years

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This Means War 04

I think this fic is gonna be a 6 parter. Something like that. I never planned on it being extremely long, if it seems like we got to this part too quickly. I apologize. If it’s not much longer, I hope that it still is enjoyed by y’all. @adorkable-blackgirl

And, this title is actually a shout out to Kandi Burress of X-Scape fame, who is a singer/songwriter and of the main cast of Real Housewives of Atlanta. She is a Taurus (like my interpretations of Charlotte) and I feel that Kandi has that fire that I want to bring to this incarnation of Char.

We See Each Other

The guys were hanging out in the Man Cave whenever Charlotte and Schwoz got back. Jasper and Henry were arguing about something, so she tried to beeline to the control panel, but Jasper caught her, "Charlotte! Tell Henry that in this life, if you're eating, your dogs should be eating too!"

"I feel like that's in any life," she said and looked confused as she connected the wire into the computer system. "But, something tells me that this has nothing to do with an actual dog and actual eating, so in clear understandable regular people talk - tell me what you guys are talking about."

"Jasper thinks that I should just give him a Joss look alike."

"This stupid subject again?" Charlotte wondered. "She's not even that cute!"

Now, everyone in the Man Cave laughed and teased her for saying this.

"Right, with her $500 a night facial care, $1000 hairdo, and $5000 skin care routine!"

"Nothing helps! She's not cute. She's not that cute."

"Jealous much, Charlotte?" Ray asked.

"If anybody is jealous, it's her," Charlotte said smoothly. Now, Jasper literally fell to the floor laughing and Henry held himself for fear of bursting at the seams. "She's the one who invited me to Moss Manor to try to intimidate me by shooting clay pigeons!"

Now Henry stopped laughing and wondered, "What?"

"I had brunch with her. Seven different types of caviar in different brunch dishes and bottomless white wine spritzers."

"JELLY!" Jasper yelled, picking himself up from the ground. "Were all the other Joss's there? Did you see the one that thinks I'm cute?"

"They all look alike, so I don't know. But, there was also a lookalike team for me, which leads me to believe that the property may be under surveillance. I'm going to see what government institution might be checking into them and hack into their systems."

"Why?" Henry asked. "I'm starting to think that maybe you ARE jealous." He chuckled. "Char, if I become the sweet little sugar boy of an heiress, trust me you're going to be good for life."

"Don't trust him, Char! He won't even give me the Joss scraps."

"I told you dude I can't just give you a person! She has to consent!" Henry snapped.

"It’s the FBI! Got it. I'm in," Charlotte said, but shortly afterwards complained, “Ah, Man. They didn’t get approved for audio taps, so I’ll have to try to sync mine to their visual.” She rolled her eyes, speaking to herself, now, as she was in the zone and Schwoz was the only person who’d even know what she was talking about anyway.

Henry sighed and told the others, "Well… I've got a date, so I'll catch you all later. You'll see me, I guess with Double 0 Most here." He pointed a thumb at Charlotte and she rolled her eyes. Why would I be jealous?

To be honest, it didn't matter if she was jealous or not, which she was sure she wasn't… it didn't matter because no matter how many times Henry and Joss went out they had to cancel or postpone the date. If she didn't have to leave shortly afterwards to handle business, then he had to leave because his "boss is calling." She was now more convinced than ever that he was part of a ring of petty thieves. What kind of junk shop owner had you on call basically 24 hours a day?

She knew why she had to leave so frequently. She would get word about some kind of crime or some kind of event where she knew that authorities would call Captain Man in to handle. She had to figure out who he was. She had to take him down herself, both to avenge her father and to solidify her role as the new head of the Moss organization. They didn't do a lot of business in Swellview; they just lived there. The reason that the feds probably called Captain Man in was because they do live there and because business associates passed through from time to time. At any rate, she needed to find this man and make him pay for taking her father away on the most important birthdays of a girl.

Having all of these resources from his very legitimate business at her disposal, she began to put more emphasis on Swellview crimes. Soon, it wasn't enough for her just to figure out when a crime was happening and make sure that she could be there. She needed to plot a sting, if you will. She needed to be ahead of the entire scene in order for it to work.

Henry sat down in front of Joss and she mused at his outfit and giggled, “You have the most extensive collection of plaid and flannels that I have ever personally witnessed. Is there a reason?”

“Comfort and affordability?” He said.

She smiled and texted something. “Sorry. I hope that you don’t mind? I’ve got some business taking place and my assistant may need feedback from me.”

“I am gooood.” He looked around, “But, where are your decoys?” he asked.

“You know? I left them behind today. I’ve been feeling pretty safe and my security detail hasn’t seen or heard anything to indicate that I’m not. Of course, I still will bring them around for face to face business deals.”

“Why is that? Who do you think wants to hurt you?” He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’m afraid of Captain Man.” Now, Henry laughed and she flared he nostrils, “I don’t think my fear is unfounded or comical. He put my father away, and as you full well know, I haven’t seen anything to indicate that my father deserved that. Sure, we could just take Captain Man’s word for it, but I’ve done a little bit of research on him, and he’s not even on the up and up. Did you know that police suspected him, at some point of framing a teenage girl for robbery? They couldn’t arrest him because they couldn’t find motive or proof of it. Once, not too long ago, he and Kid Danger beat no less than 40 Swellview citizens up to protect a rare cactus that they didn’t even ultimately protect! 40 injured citizens who the Swellview taxpayers had to pay their medical bills for because we pay for Captain Man! He’s been arrested for breaking Swellview laws. He’s… I don’t think that he’s the hero that people think he is and I don’t know what he did, but I know that he had nothing to take my father down on. I can only imagine was the feds fabricated afterwards.”

Henry cleared his throat and reached for her hand. She realized that she was in vengeance mode and tried to soften her eyes as she smiled. Henry’s thumb rubbed the back of her hand and he confessed, “I don’t think that Captain Man is perfect, but I believe that he does the best job that he can do and I think that if he took your father down, maybe there’s something that you don’t know about him.” She smiled tightly. That was Charlotte speaking, she was convinced of it. “Besides, the way that I heard it, Kid Danger is really the one that took your father down. I don’t even think Captain Man showed up.”

“Good point,” she said, thinking about this for the first time.

Natalie helped her with plotting of course. They staged petty crimes first. Lightweight activities with known Swellview criminals, for a few reasons. She wanted to make sure that it didn’t look like some new boss was here, like it was crime as usual on the streets of Swellview. But, she also needed to observe how the heroes handled these criminals.

She had to figure out how long it took them to get in and how long it usually took them to get out. She wanted to study their fighting style. She wanted to figure out if anyone knew any type of weakness for Captain Man. She had to evaluate everything that she could about both Captain Man and his sidekick Kid Danger.

Kid Danger was really the one that she should be after, big ups to Henry for pointing that out to her. Of course he worked alongside and with Captain Man, worked for him, even. But, it was Kid Danger that all of her henchmen saw. He was the one who had beaten them up and freed the mystery man who Natalie and Joss figured was probably one of the agents on the assignment. Joss hadn’t seen whoever he was and Natalie hadn’t found him yet. So they were looking for both that man, Captain Man, and Kid Danger.

In between these juggling of crimes and setups, Joss was sure to have elaborate and provoking dates for Henry. She had to make up for the fact that she was always leaving. Him, on the other hand, she became suspicious about. Why was he also always leaving? Whenever she asked around about him; nobody knew him as a criminal, petty or otherwise. That made her leery. Natalie let her know that this life - she would run into a lot of people that she couldn't trust. To just keep her guards up. She wanted to trust Henry. He was cute, sweet, and a great kisser…

But he'd stolen from her before and so had his friends. What if he was planning some kind of heist on her? “I need more intel on Henry Hart and his friends. Look into everything that you can about Charlotte Page, first and foremost, Jasper Dunlap? Dunlop, maybe? Dun-something. And look into the owner of that junk shop. I don’t know his name, but he’s a shady guy. Handsome, but also weird and not very intelligent. I want to know why they’re always so busy. If they are trying to handle their own crime activities, then negotiations should be made. Perhaps Mr. Junk Man doesn’t know that there is a new boss in town. But, if they’re just some super odd people, working in a junk shop, I wouldn’t want to startle them by revealing myself for who I am.”

Natalie nodded her head and looked to the gang of Bobs, gave them a nod, to let them know that she didn’t have anything to add or ask about from Joss’s instructions. “You’re wise to do this. In my opinion, you should have researched more before you began dating him, but none of us enter this line of work knowing what we’re doing, and some of us are fine with not taking advice.”

“There’s just something weird about it! He’s a fan of Captain Man, that much is for certain. Maybe that makes me trust him less. I’ll just feel much better about it all whenever I can clarify that there’s nothing going on.”

“I can pass by the shop and set up surveillance, myself. I’ll make sure that it gets done right.”

“Thank you, Natalie. You really have been a lifesaver,” Joss said and hugged the blond woman. Natalie didn’t hug her back. This was strange. Bob never hugged her. Instead, she took a step back, nodded once to her young boss and dismissed herself.

Charlotte observed, trying to fix the audio. It moved around with Joss’s set of keys, so sometimes, she couldn’t really hear what was being said. Fortunately, she was recording, at the moment. Something told her that she might need whatever bit of information was exchanged at that meeting. She also knew that it might take her several hours to clean it up and have good audio, though. If that was what it took…”

Natalie was dressed like an old hippy lady, with beaded jewelry and flowy material to shield her tools. Ray was in the store with Jasper, talking about something whenever she walked in and Jasper said, “Hi! Welcome to Junk N’ Stuff, can I help you?”

“Nope,” she said and glanced around, searching for their cameras. Jasper continued talking to Ray, but Ray wasn’t paying attention, because he was watching the woman. She was very obviously sneaking around the store, but that wasn’t what drew his attention. What drew his attention was that he thought that she was cute.

“Hey, you look familiar, have we met?” Ray asked, leaving Jasper to approach her. Jasper held out his hands, offended, but not surprised that Ray was abandoning their conversation.

“Nope,” Natalie answered, trying to hide the tools that she had to altar their surveillance. Whenever she turned to look at him, though - she immediately recognized him and expected him to finally do the same. If he did, he was playing it off as well as she was.

He squinted and shook his head, “I’m terrible with names, but I definitely remember pretty faces. I can’t put my finger on it, but my mind is saying maybe I saw you at a BBQ?”

“I’m vegan,” she said.

He scoffed and walked off, “I’ve never been to a vegan BBQ.” Natalie looked around and made her way towards the exit. Whenever Ray turned around to ask, “Wait, I’m thinking Hawaiian BBQ, do you know Leilani? Ugh. She’s gone.” He waved a hand and went back to Jasper.

Henry and Joss were on her beachfront property surfing whenever Natalie tried to contact her. She sent several texts, then contacted her security detail to pull her away. As they rushed into the water, like a SWAT team, collecting her and pushing Henry back, he reflexively started fighting them.

In his mind, something was happening, like mercenaries coming to kidnap her for ransom, now that her father wasn’t there to keep her safe. In the clamor, she noticed something, before they were able to get out of the water. Henry’s fighting style. She knew that anywhere. She had seen it at several locations and she knew, in her heart why her security team wass fishing her out of the water with him. Henry is Kid Danger.

“Stop!” She told everyone, and they did. She took a deep breath and laughed, “Henry, where did you learn to fight like that?” She asked.

“Instincts. You know these guys?”

“It’s my rescue team. Nat must’ve been trying to reach me,” she said and went to find her phone. Henry helped up a few guys he’d knocked down and apologized for it. She checked her texts.

Man in the store!

Agent Man is Junk Man!

Junk Man isn’t Agent!

I think Junk Man is Captain Man, which means…

She said it out loud as she read it, “Henry is Kid Danger.”

#This Means War #Mob Boss Joss Moss #henry danger #Nesha HD Fics #hd fanfic

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tarmairons · 5 years

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alright!!!! here’s part 1 of the extensive (book & netflix) masterpost of all my fave eslaf moments!!!! this is a very long post so i apologize in advance to anyone who opens the read more 😘

this is more or less organized in chronological order but features a lot of me rambling incoherently so you have been warned

let’s start with esmé being massively horny on main and nearly blowing her whole cover in TEE part 1

to be fair, any interaction between them in the TEE eps is valid and amazing and showstopping so yeah

and then we have them carrying an unconscious body!!!! and i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again… this is not the first time they’ve been in this situation. other bodies they’ve carried together may or may not have been dead or otherwise incapacitated

my fave thing is them being absolutely awful together okay i love that. this whole post is gonna be full of them being awful. look at that. look at them. look at jerome’s life flashing before his eyes bc his wife is eye fucking this random stranger in the back of their limo

now, this scene… olaf wasn’t here in the book and i’m extremely glad that they added him in in the show. it increases the sexy factor

a blessing. and the maniacal laughter…….. peak romance

this is probably my #1 fave screenshot of them. soft. very soft

now listen. the most important part. they f*cked in the penthouse and the dance scene in the netflix version was just one massive innuendo for a sex scene no i will not be taking criticism

i mean. god. GODDD

T H E M

+ also this innuendo that netflix somehow got away with is just. wow

next up we have book esmé being horny on main

and then another example of them being shady bitches together… bc evil couples with zero morals who commit heinous crimes together stay together ya know

this is just wholesome:

and this again is peak romance. there’s nothing quite like running through an underground tunnel with your significant other, wearing fancy clothes, having just committed unspeakable crimes

MOVING ON…. TVV

first of all, esmé is Small so jot that down

second of all, i would die for this whole saloon scene, but then again i would die for every eslaf scene so

this speaks for itself:

and then we have esmé thinking with her pussy heart and not her brain and leaving her whole life behind for illegal shenanigans with olaf

i’m uwu

i appreciate that the netflix series gave us an insight into how the villains act behind closed doors (even if half the time it’s not at all how their relationship is described in the books but okay i’ll suck it up and deal, at least we have oodles of footage of esmé being extremely horny on main)

next up we have one of my favorite genres of eslaf content: Their One Shared Brain Cell

ex. in this scene it was clearly esmé’s turn

and then we have esmé suggesting violent murder and olaf looking at her like the world’s most supportive bf so that’s wholesome

netflix got a LOT wrong but i really need to send them a thank you card for the innuendos

this isn’t even subtle, his hand is on her ass

and then we have Couples Murder again. love that. nothing quite as romantic as killing an old friend and then going upstairs to f*ck and then cuddle on some shitty fold out sofa or whatever

i don’t even know who has the brain cell in this scene. maybe the brain cell was taking a break

and these…… i need to print these out and carry them in a locket and tell people those are my biological parents. look at them having fun

this post is gonna be extremely long because as you see, every eslaf scene is my favorite eslaf scene.

i mean. look. look at them. UWU

and once again we have olaf using the forbidden L word… i’m just saying. there’s definitely some sort of feelings there. at least 1 (one) feeling between them

nothing screams romance like buying your gf a dangerous weapon huh

and then complimenting her shooting skills

and we were rudely robbed of them on a motorcycle together, with esmé disregarding safety regulations, and putting a label on their relationship (which netflix olaf allegedly isn’t a fan of or whatever)

ya know as i’m typing this i’m realizing just how long this post is gonna be….. i’ve only covered 2 books so far…… i’m so sorry

this is random but i’m a big fan of how handsy esmé always is. she always has her claws on olaf 24/7 all the time

kidnapping people together ~just couple things~

and this is just them sitting in a room together but naturally it’s one of my fave eslaf scenes because they’re sitting in a room together

i mean let’s be real, they could be yelling at each other and it’s still gonna be on this list. they’re always 0.04 seconds away from murdering each other and you know what, i support them

next up we have an iconic cinematic parallel:

and then some more Couples Kidnapping

and we were ROBBED of this line

and then we have olaf being a supportive bf again

so i’m gonna take a moment to be fake deep now: olaf clearly doesn’t mind esmé’s whole Fashion thing and whatever their breakup is caused by later on, it sure af isn’t her outfits. “i’m tired of having a gf obsessed with fashion” is a fake excuse, they were just frustrated at everything and everyone by the events of TPP and took it out on each other thx bye

here we have another example of esmé’s turn on their shared brain cell:

and then more wholesome content (i mean, yeah, they’re in the middle of a kidnapping scheme right but for them it’s wholesome)

and then interactions like these… peak romance

fake deep time AGAIN: people often criticize this ship bc olaf has a tendecy to leave esmé in burning buildings and i’m like. okay, in the hotel they were broken up so it’d be illogical for olaf to interrupt his scheme to worry about his ex-gf whom he was NOT on good terms with at the moment????? so, not a good reason to criticize their relationship bc they weren’t in a relationship at the time

and in THH olaf being like “hurry up or i’ll leave you behind” when the hospital is burning… it’s like sure maybe they do care about each other but deep down they’re both egoists and they WILL focus on self-interest and self-preservation first… is that a healthy dynamic? of course not. are they both fully aware that the other will run and save themselves? yeah, and they accept that bc that’s how they both roll. no hard feelings

ANYWAY

this is the only time they sit next to each other in the front seat without anyone between them and i firmly believe we deserved more of this

i MEAN

another Trope i enjoy is esmé reacting to awful things olaf says like

she loses her shit when he bullies children or plans to set a circus on fire etc… and that’s cute

next up this scene speaks for itself:

i have nothing to add. my uwus have rendered me speechless

HOWEVER my main complaint is that the netflix version cut literally all of their soft affectionate scenes and FOR WHAT

or that time they went to f*ck in a tent

we got this tho.... iconic!!!

and more snarky domestic content thank you for that netflix

and then here we have another example of their shared brain cell going on vacation bc clearly it’s not in the picture

and (not pictured) but them watching madame lulu get eaten by lions was their idea of a romantic night out i guess so good for them

AND NOW BACK TO SCENES WE WERE ROBBED OF

like yeah we got a variation of that scene but NOWHERE NEAR AS SOFT

WHERE IS THE AFFECTION, NETFLIX? THE KISSES? THE HUGS?? HAIR STROKING??

like all i wanted was one scene of my batshit arsonist parents being mushy but netflix looked me dead in the eye and flipped me off

and that’s all for season 2!!! i wanted to squeeze season 3 into the same post but tumblr kindly informed me i hit a size limit oops

[part 2]

#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #eslaf

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Madness is like Gravity - Chapter 19

Warnings: Language, Manipulation, Sexual references, Daddy kink

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Chapter 19

Jerome’s P.O.V

It was visiting day again and I was definitely looking forward to it. The more I complied, the more freedom I got. Soon enough they’d take the cuffs off for times like these and I’d be able to touch her again. Although I couldn’t quite decide if I wanted to choke her or kiss her. I was led into the same room as last week, cuffs still on and attached to the table so that I wouldn’t be able to attack her. Or try to escape, not that I wanted too. I was pretty comfy where I was right now. Grand escape plans could come later when I had Emerald back at my side, willing to do just about anything for me. Emerald sat across from me, her blonde hair down and wavy. She was wearing a deep red lipstick, something that suited her. Her outfit consisted of ripped black jeans, a white shirt and a green jacket all completed with a red checked scarf hanging loosely around her neck.

She looked…cute. Kinda reminded me of how she used to dress when we first met. When she’d been so easily corruptible. She didn’t seem so tense today, which was a good sign. Emerald smiled softly in greeting, waiting till we were alone before talking. “Has this place changed much?” She asked. “The foods still awful. The mattress isn’t too bad, the screaming will take some getting used too, as well as Barnes constantly shouting GUILTY at night.” Emerald giggled at this, a smile spreading across my face at the sound. I’d missed being able to make her laugh. “I did hear him on my way here actually,” she mentioned. “It’s hard to miss. Although it is fun to wind him up, just making sure he can see you outside his cell and watch as he tries to fight his restraints.”

“And what about therapy?” Emerald asked hesitantly. “What about it?” “Are you having it? Is it going well? Are you getting along with your doctor?” “I’ve been through half the shrinks here already. They just don’t know what to do with me. Maybe I’m incurable.” “Do you really believe that?” “Do you?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’d like to think there’s still some of the man I met in there somewhere.” I struggled to hold back a laugh, the Jerome she had first met was just an act. One of my better performances if I do say so myself.

Emerald’s face fell at the laugh, looking similar to a wounded animal. She shrank back in her chair, avoiding my gaze. “You and I both know that was an act. You could sense the crazy a mile off, it might explain your later dating choices. Beanpole and Birdy have been here too. I might have read their files as a little bedtime reading,” I explained. “I feel like you’re still worried about them,” Emerald raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do I need to be?” “Oswald’s dead and it wasn’t much of a relationship anyway.” “Someone went duck hunting?” “Eddie did it. Oswald deserved it.”

My fists clenched at the way she said ‘Eddie’. She chose that abbreviation of his name probably because it sounded cute. And it was obvious she was still smitten with him. She hadn’t told him about the visits to avoid upsetting him. I began fantasizing about the various ways I could kill Beanpole. Or the real joke would be Emerald killing him. “You don’t need to worry about Eddie,” Emerald continued. “Really? Besides the fact your living together and he put a gun to my head in the hospital, shot me in the fucking leg.” “What? He didn’t tell me that,” Emerald frowned. “Beanpole and Baldy wanted me dead, Jimbo saved the day.” Emerald seemed angered by this. Good. The sooner Beanpole was out of the picture the better.

“I just thought perhaps you could try the therapy…for me. I’m not asking you to be completely cured. I know that’s not going to happen. I just…want to feel safe around you again,” Emerald explained. I met her gaze, her hands reaching out for mine. This took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected her to come around so quick. “I want us to go back to how we were Jerome. Both of us against the world. But I don’t want to be glancing over my shoulder all the time, worrying that if I piss you off you might shoot me,” Emerald progressed. I nodded in understanding. She made a fair enough point. But I wouldn’t shoot her. I’d choke her, feel her pulse slow and eventually stop under my hands. “You know I’ll do anything for you doll face,” I grinned. Emerald returned the smile, squeezing my hands. Soon enough she’d be all mine again.

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After another month of visits from Emerald and my constant ‘progress’ they were starting to trust me a little more. Cuffs weren’t needed for visits, which was a blessing. Emerald was currently sat on my lap, her arms around my neck. I had one hand on the small of her back and one on her knee. She didn’t need to use the cane so much anymore, only when things started to hurt. “So, you never did tell me how killed Galavan…twice,” I spoke. “You want me to start with the first time?” I nodded. “Well like every freak in this city, he wanted Bruce Wayne dead. Had this fucking weird cult working with him too. Oswald had issues with Galavan too, we teamed up with the GCPD for the night to take him down. Jim was the one to shoot him.”

I frowned, raising an eyebrow at her. Jimbo really was full of surprises nowadays. “Jimbo shot and killed Galavan?” I asked. “Yup. I was there. I got a few hits in for you beforehand.” “That’s my girl.” Emerald smiled and I kissed her softly. She accepted the kiss as I ran my fingers through her hair. “And the second time?” I asked. “Rocket Launcher.” I frowned again, hoping for more context. “Asshole was going after the Wayne kid again, Oswald went over and took him out. Made sure there was no way he could come back again.”

Birdy was smarter than I thought. Shame I hadn’t been there to see it. My hand slowly slid higher up Emeralds leg. She smiled and placed her hand over mine. “I gotta ask princess, you still think this is a face you could sit on?” I asked. Emerald laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. I’m glad she found it so funny. She positioned herself so she was straddling me. I wrapped my arms around her as her fingers traced the scarring on my face. “You know it is daddy,” she giggled. “Good because daddy has really missed you in lots of ways princess.” “I’m not fucking you here.” “Why not?”

“We’re on a time limit. A guard could come in at any second.” “Then I’m gonna need to come up with things that will distract them for a time when my busy schedule is free.” “We’ll see about that.” Emerald checked the time on her phone and sighed. It was quite a late visit. “I gotta go. Otherwise Ed’s gonna get suspicious.” “Five more minutes?” “I want too but I can’t. Besides you know I’ll be back tomorrow.” “Maybe I don’t wanna wait till then.” “I don’t either.”

Emerald leaned down to kiss me, this kiss getting a little heated. My hands slid to her hips as my own bucked against her. She smirked before climbing off my lap. “Tease,” I snapped. “Yup. Just giving you a little taste of what’s to come…if you’re a good boy that is.” I got to my feet, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. We kissed again. There was a knock at the door, earning disappointed sighs from both of us. We said our goodbyes and exited the room. Doctor Roosevelt was at the end of the hall and frowned when she saw us. Helena was a funny little doctor. Gave half of us nicknames if she liked us. Mine was ‘Mr Smiley’. I suppose it was fitting. Helena approached Emerald, the two seeming to know each other. I was led back to my cell by an orderly before I could eavesdrop on their conversation.

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forestwater87 · 6 years

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Underrated Characters Appreciation Weeks I’m too lazy to set up....

...but I’m proud of myself for having created. So if y’all wanna adopt any of these, you can go wild (please tag me though! I wanna see them!). Otherwise, shower me with praise.

(They’re very writing-heavy and often just a list of questions, so if you borrow anything feel free to tweak as suits your inspiration; the questions/suggestions are really just to get people thinking!)

I’m gonna put them below the cut so it doesn’t get too long, but you have to look forward to:

Jasper Appreciation Week

Cameron Campbell Appreciation Week

Gwen Appreciation Week

Bonquisha Appreciation Week

Dirty Kevin Appreciation Week

QM Appreciation Week

Other Secondary Characters Appreciation Week

Elevated Extras Appreciation Week

Nerris Appreciation Week

Space Kid Appreciation Week

Ered Appreciation Week

Harrison Appreciation Week

Dolph Appreciation Week

Nikki Appreciation Week

Preston Appreciation Week

Nurf Appreciation Week

Flower Scouts Appreciation Week

Woodscouts Appreciation Week

Jasper Appreciation Week

Who doesn’t love this good good ghost boy?

Day 1: 90s Kid -- Depict Jasper doing something radical.

Day 2: Jasper’s Camp -- Show off Jasper’s time as Camp Campbell’s golden boy.

Day 3: David -- It’s the only character he has a real canon relationship with . . .

Day 4: Life After Death -- What does he do with himself on that there island all day?

Day 5: All Grown Up -- We’ve all thought about it.

Day 6: Best Friend to Campers -- Pick a non-David character and develop his relationship with them.

Day 7: Spookily Ever After -- How does Jasper’s story end? On Spooky Island forever? Leaving this realm? Becoming the camp’s new mascot? Or was he somehow alive the whole time? Let your imagination go wild!

Cameron Campbell Appreciation Week

He’s sleazy. He’s morally bankrupt. He’s everyone’s favorite non-blonde-twink villain!

Day 1: Shady Business Dealings -- What’s Campbell up to when he’s not at camp? What does he want with Camp Campbell? Was that Nazi gold in his vault? Something’s fishy here, and I’m curious what everyone thinks is going on.

Day 2: Mysterious Past -- How on earth does someone like Campbell happen, anyway? This could be stuff about his childhood, how he got into . . . whatever illegal nonsense he’s up to, how he met QM, even how he got away with not getting in trouble for what happened to Jasper.

Day 3: Spooky Island -- Seriously, what on earth was going on in that house? Focus on the coolest/creepiest thing in there and go nuts.

Day 4: Fears & Other Random Headcanons -- Basically your Free Space day.

Day 5: Boss Man -- Focusing specifically on his relationships with the counselors.

Day 6: (Relation)Ships -- Yeah, yeah, gotta have it somewhere. This one is pretty open to interpretation, and should be considered platonic or not. Just depict the most interesting/fun relationship you think Campbell has. Is that cold black heart even capable of affection, anyway? (If you think he’s a foxy grandpa, go wild today.)

Day 7: What Happens Next? -- Is he gonna ever leave that cave? Team up with Daniel? Gone for good? What’s up ahead for the most notorious criminal who’s ever run a summer camp?

Gwen Appreciation Week

I mean, come on. You knew I was gonna do it.

Day 1: Background -- There are a lot of interesting headcanons about Gwen’s backstory, cultural heritage, etc. City girl or country bumpkin, Latina or African-American or rich or poor or college dropout or whatever, pick what you think is the most interesting headcanon for Gwen (something that’s related to her time before the show, that is) and go nuts.

Day 2: Favorite Camper -- Pick one of the kiddos and have them bond with their grumpiest caregiver.

Day 3: All Dolled Up -- She’s always in that counselor uniform. What does she look like outside of camp?

Day 4: Ships -- Obviously.

Day 5: That Tragic Plot Twist -- If you have an idea what makes Gwen such a grumpy disaster of panic and unemployment -- or just want to have fun making things unnecessarily dark for such a lighthearted cartoon which I know you do; I’ve read the fanfiction -- it’s time to unleash the angst.

Day 6: Anywhere Else -- AUs! AUs in all directions! Gwen doesn’t want to be at camp, so let’s plop her into another world where she might be happier . . . or might not be.

Day 7: A Campbell Camper? Whether you think Gwen was one of the kids who grew up at Camp Campbell or not, I think we’d all agree it’d be fun to imagine.

Bonquisha Appreciation Week

Because she deserves it and will probably kill you if you don’t appreciate her enough.

Day 1: Those Wild Shirts -- Draw her in another fantastic outfit, or speculate where her amazing fashion sense (and vanity plates) came from. She has a filthy mouth and a whole lotta confidence, and the first day of this week is to celebrate that!

Day 2: Home Sweet Trailer -- Put her in her house on 69 Dirt Rd. and think about what kinds of things a girl like Bon would call home.

Day 3: Dog -- She has one. Tell us about it!

Day 4: Work/Hometown HCs -- What does someone even do in a town that small? Whether you think she’s a waitress alongside that cute pink-haired gal, or if she lives out of town and drove up to see David, ponder a little bit of what Bonquisha does in or around Sleepy Peak and show it to us.

Day 5: Bonvid -- How did that relationship with David crash and burn so hard, anyway? And what does it look like after that episode?

Day 6: Other Relationships -- Bonquisha vs. Tabii, or Gwenquisha, or bffs with Dirty Kevin, or any sort of connection you’d like to expand upon or forge between Bon-Bon and another character in the show. Hell, draw her and Jacob if you think that’s cute; it’s canon, after all.

Day 7: Muscles to Die For -- She’s big and beautiful and could absolutely murder everyone. Let’s just spend out last day appreciating how very much of a badass Bonquisha is.

Dirty Kevin Appreciation Week

The very goodest alternative Den Mother there ever was.

Day 1: Probably a Real Brat -- What was he like as a kid or teenager?

Day 2: Drugs & More Drugs -- Show us Kevin hard at work or tell us how he got into this crazy business.

Day 3: That Red Hoodie -- It’s kind of his trademark, and this is a day to appreciate it.

Day 4: From Sleepy Peak to Mexico -- Take your favorite part from Kevin’s debut appearance and do something fun with it.

Day 5: Den Mommy -- We’ve all thought about Dirty Kevin as a Flower Scout mother, and if you haven’t, you’re lying.

Day 6: Cleaned Up -- Get him a nice facial grooming and some good clothes, and you could have a handsome gentleman right there. What on earth would that look like?

Day 7: Not Such a Lone Wolf -- Whether you have an OTP or just love the idea of Kevin being friends with certain characters, show us who you think he has a soft spot for.

QM Appreciation Week

Listen, we’re all a little afraid of him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve the spotlight for a bit. Even if we know he’ll probably do unspeakable things in and to that spotlight.

Day 1: God or Just Crazy? Whether it’s his apparent inability to age or how he can magically find little woodland paradises in the middle of the camp, there’s a lot of weird going on there. Celebrate the man who may or may not be a murderer and may or may not actually be a literal deity and all his strange, often supernatural weirdness.

Day 2: Hook -- Hey, how’d he lose that hand?

Day 3: Man vs. Squirrels -- He has a blood feud with many woodland creatures.

Day 4: QM Store -- There’s a lot of wacky stuff in there. What did you like best, or what do you think was hidden in the corners that we didn’t get to see?

Day 5: Bonding -- QM’s been there for a long (long long long) time, and he’s clearly known Campbell and David at least for years. Pick a character and explore what their relationship with the Quartermaster might be like.

Day 6: Tontine -- So what on earth was going on there?

Day 7: Camp Specter -- Regardless of how you approached Day 1, the fact remains that for whatever reason, the Quartermaster is at Camp Campbell for good. You can speculate why he’s there or just show us him hard at work doing . . . whatever he does, but today I just wanna see our beloved QM lurking around the camp!

Other Secondary Characters Appreciation Week

To all those characters who hang out in the background, making the campers’ shenanigans more fun.

Day 1: Daniel -- I don’t consider him in any way under-appreciated, but he’s a pretty spectacular way to kick off Season 2, and also this week.

Day 2: Platypus -- Mother of six five four three two one lunch and terror of the camp.

Day 3: Cute Waitress -- Y’all sure do love her. Show your love!

Day 4: Jermy Fartz -- Oh yeah. I went there.

Day 5: Darla & Gregg -- How can anyone who isn’t David be that excited about camping? Were they totally secretly dating? Where are they now, and how did they get there?

Day 6: The Denizens of Sleepy Peak -- Whether your heart belongs to Lester, Fred, the old geezers, or any of the others populating the nearby town, it’s time to show them some love.

Day 7: Parents -- How else would we end this week but with some family bonding?

Elevated Extras Appreciation Week

They’re not as memorable as the secondary characters. They don’t even have lines. But they’re ours and we love them.

Day 1: Former Campbell Campers -- we see in the picture on David’s bulletin board that there were a lot of kids who used to come to the camp. Show or tell us about your favorite!

Day 2: Camp Counselor of the Year Judges -- What was up with those guys? Were they even human?

Day 3: Other Camps -- Lake Lilac is home to Teen Church Camp, Pirate Camp, and who knows how many others? Let’s enjoy them!

Day 4: Larry -- Poor, poor undeserving Larry. RIP, my fuzzy man.

Day 5: Scotty -- Visual comedy camp? Seriously?

Day 6: Chucky -- What happened to him anyway?

Day 7: Your choice! Think I forgot the most important one? Time to correct that mistake! (Listen, if you’re mad I didn’t include Jen, consider this the Jen space.)

Nerris Appreciation Week

Devoted to the real(?) magic kid.

Day 1: The Cute -- Artists, draw how cute she is! Writers, maybe think about how the nickname came about! Or do something completely different! I don’t care!

Day 2: Magic War -- Explore her relationship with Harrison.

Day 3: Elf-kin -- What does that even look like? What does it mean?

Day 4: Bonding with Mere Mortals -- The camp is full of people and animals. Pick one and play with their relationship with Nerris.

Day 5: Dice -- What do they look like? How did she get them?

Day 6: Fandom -- A girl that excited about fantasy has to be quite the fan of a lot of things. Show us her interacting with her favorite stuff.

Day 7: Her Party -- Her relationship with her slightly-clueless mother and extremely-geeky dad.

Space Kid Appreciation Week

The most obvious appreciation week in the entire world.

Day 1: Astronaut -- Whether you want to show him all grown up or as a little kid, give us a glimpse of what Neil the real-life spaceman would be like.

Day 2: Aliens -- Another type of spaceman.

Day 3: Fishbowl -- A day to just appreciate his adorable, impractical costume.

Day 4: Punching Bag -- He’s been pushed around and disregarded by Max, Nurf, Max, the counselors, various animals, and Max. This is a day dedicated to his unfortunate luck and indomitable good spirit.

Day 5: Sick -- After that trip he took across the lake to the moon, and barely surviving the flu zombies, Space Kid could probably use some patching up.

Day 6: Science Guys -- The two Neils, bonding.

Day 7: SPACE!!! -- Give us Space Kid interacting with his favorite hobby ever.

Ered Appreciation Week

A very very cool week.

Day 1: Skater -- Even on the camp’s awful cardboard halfpipe, Ered’s still a budding Tony Hawk.

Day 2: Dye -- Dedicated to her awesome -- dare we say cool? -- hair.

Day 3: Camp Kool Kidz -- Celebrate her short-lived tenure as the head of Camp Campbell.

Day 4: Extreme -- What other extreme sports does she like to get up to?

Day 5: Queen Bee -- Her relationship with one or more of the other campers.

Day 6: Wipeout -- She gets injured a lot, doesn’t she?

Day 7: Cool Gay FBI Dads -- They’re the most wholesome family that regularly gets into gunfights.

Harrison Appreciation Week

Devoted to the . . . real(?) magic kid? (Didn’t we already do this?)

Day 1: Harry’s Son -- His outfit is pure Vegas showman, his VA and accent seem to suggest Israeli descent, and he may or may not be a literal wizard. His parents are terrified of him, but his mom says he’ll grow into his looks. Give some backstory to this lovable kid and his love of illusions.

Day 2: Actual, Real, Terrifying Magic -- This kid isn’t messing around. From summoning fireballs to making both objects and living things appear and disappear, he has some serious supernatural chops.

Day 3: Apprenticeship -- He and Nikki’s relationship consists of equal parts mutual admiration and mayhem. What do the two of them get up to behind the scenes?

Day 4: Brother -- Time for theories (and angst, of course angst) about how and why he “made his brother disappear.”

Day 5: Any Resemblance to Bill Cipher is Pure Coincidence -- . . . probably. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t fun to imagine that crossover!

Day 6: Frenemies -- Harrison has a habit of getting on people’s nerves. Pick at least one character and develop their relationship with the magic kid.

Day 7: Hufflepuff Pride -- Jordan Cwierz confirmed it! This last day is about celebrating all things yellow and black and (mostly) well-intentioned.

Dolph Appreciation Week

I know, he’s controversial. But he’s a kid with a passion for art and no understanding of history, and he could use some love as well.

Day 1: Painting -- Exactly what it says on the tin. While he is clearly skilled at lots of different types of art, this is the one he seems to like the most.

Day 2: Where’s the Yellow? He is the only one who doesn’t wear anything camp-themed. Give us a glimpse of what might’ve happened to that signature yellow clothing.

Day 3: Stage Manager -- Multiple times throughout the series Dolph is shown as Preston’s right-hand man by helping him design sets and acting in his plays; Preston even returns the favor by posing for a painting. Today is dedicated to the strange relationship of the theatre and art kids.

Day 4: Camp Counselor of the Year! Incredibly, Dolph appears to be quite the competent leader for his age, and his one day of running the camp went smoothly for the most part. Maybe he has the makings of a great counselor after all.

Day 5: The Elephant in the Room -- We all knew it was coming. Whether you find the Hitler jokes hilarious or offensive, everyone has an opinion about this particular character choice. Now’s the time to speculate what happens when he gets older, or completely retcon this aspect of his personality, or do whatever you’d like to with his . . . peculiarities.

Day 6: Father Issues -- According to the show’s wiki, “his father is an American lieutenant, who raised him on a German army base where he supposedly gained a love of art and soccer like many Europeans, much to his father's dismay.” Oof, that’s a lot to unpack. Time for backstory!

Day 7: Not Such a Bad Kid -- Despite his . . . controversial elements, Dolph as a character seems fairly sweet and oblivious, and is loved by a significant portion of the fanbase for these qualities. A free day of sorts, this is about accentuating the positive and appreciating the awkward, artistic weirdo underneath the jokes.

Nikki Appreciation Week

I was really close to not including this, because I don’t consider her an underrated character exactly, but Neil has a week and, let’s be honest, it’d be fun.

Day 1: Rough n’ Tumble -- Nikki isn’t afraid of fighting, and she’s no stranger to getting dirty or even hurt. Show the wild child doing something fun, reckless, and probably not very smart.

Day 2: Raised by Wolves -- Imagine an AU where she actually was as much a literal daughter of the forest as she wants to be.

Day 3: Just a Tiny Bit Traditional -- Despite being such a tomboy, there’s a part of Nikki that is deeply romantic and even maternal. Whether through a version of her that’s a bit older or a quiet moment at the camp, show us a little bit more of her gentle side.

Day 4: BFFs, Potential Step Siblings, Sidekicks -- A day to appreciate Neil and Nikki’s relationship, whatever you see that as.

Day 5: Flower Scout Nikki -- What was her time across the lake like?

Day 6: Parent Troubles -- She and her mom have a difficult relationship, and her dad doesn’t seem to be around that much. Show us Nikki and one or more of her guardians, and what that relationship might be like.

Day 7: Holidays! Her first and greatest love is Christmas, but there’s probably not a holiday she wouldn’t throw herself into. Give her a chance to celebrate any holiday you want!

Preston Appreciation Week

Get ready for some high-octane theatrics!

Day 1: A Flair for the Dramatic -- I don’t care what you do with this one, just give it lots of DRAMA!

Day 2: Speak Up -- Preston and his grandmother are really close, but his parents seem to be AWOL. Every Appreciation Week needs a backstory- and/or family-centric day, and that’s what this is.

Day 3: Cosplay -- What’s Preston’s favorite play? Let’s have him dress up like a character in that show.

Day 4: Stage Presence -- Give the boy a spotlight and an audience!

Day 5: The Bard -- He seems to love writing and directing even more than performing. Show him creating the next Hamilton (or more likely, Hamilton’s weird sequel involving pirates and aliens).

Day 6: Theater Nerd -- Either as a high school AU or just some time in the future, image Preston fully engrossed in that drama club life.

Day 7: Tribe -- Every weirdo has their group of friends. Either through OCs or other characters in Camp Camp, give or describe the people that make up the group in which he belongs.

Nurf Appreciation Week

Gaylord Nurfington, much like Shrek, is like an onion: smelly, surprisingly layered, and will probably make you cry.

Day 1: Big N Tough -- He’s built like a brick shithouse and mean as a bear, and that’s part of why we love him. Celebrate the fact that this guy can (and probably will) kick anyone’s ass.

Day 2: Theater Kid? -- We’ve seen Nurf involved in Preston’s productions more than once. Have some fun with his apparent interest in the performing arts.

Day 3: His Mother’s Boy -- Mother and son time!

Day 4: Surprising Depths -- Show Nurf doing something no one would ever have thought he would enjoy and/or be good at.

Day 5: A Thoughtful Bully . . . -- As the self-proclaimed most self-actualized character in the show, Nurf has proven to be remarkably cognizant of his own issues and respectful of others’. Give him a positive-ish interaction with another character.

Day 6: . . . Is Still a Bully -- But let’s be real: Nurf can be a total jerk. Let the kid be mean today!

Day 7: Knives -- Where the hell is he getting all of those, anyway? Regardless, show Nurf with his favorite toys.

Flower Scouts Appreciation Week

They’ll kill you with a smile and fantastic hair, then they’ll use their drug contacts to bury the bodies.

Day 1: Grace & Class -- No one is prettier and daintier than these angels -- and nobody knows it better than them.

Day 2: Nicer than Disneyland -- Whether you’d like to focus on their shady cookie dealings, the washed-up Miss Priss, or even invent your own Scout, give yourself a chance to explore a part of the Flower Scouts that hasn’t been given much screentime yet.

Day 3: Sasha -- A day dedicated to the quintessential Queen Bee. Manipulative, clever, and pretty damn selfish, Sasha is undoubtedly the leader of the Scouts, and you better respect it.

Day 4: Erin -- If your heart hasn’t been captured by this heterochromatic science nerd, this day is not for you. But for the rest of us, grab your pumpkin spice and head off to Fraaaaance to celebrate her!

Day 5: Tabii -- What she lacks in common sense she makes up for with being absolutely terrifying. Tabii-with-two-eyes-with-one-eye is an emotional rollercoaster, and she deserves a little bit of love today.

Day 6: Not-So Delicate Girls -- From drug empires to vats of acid, the Flower Scouts have proven that they can kick a whole lot of ass. Show off how tough these girly-girls can really be!

Day 7: Garden Mother Kevin -- Come on. You knew it was coming.

Woodscouts Appreciation Week

They might be the cartoon answer to what would happen if Stormtroopers were body-swapped with Boy Scouts, but that’s part of their charm.

Day 1: A Shadowy Organization -- No girls are allowed, they don’t appear to have a troop leader, their camp is impenetrable, there seem to be maybe 5 Scouts at most . . . Pick something cool about this creepy camp and play around with it.

Day 2: Bitter Rivalries -- Between risky bets against Camp Campbell and popcorn/cookie sales against the Flower Scouts, it seems like the WS have a problem with basically everyone. Depict one or more interaction between them and their most bitter enemies.

Day 3: A New Recruit -- How on earth does Jermy fit into the Woodscouts’ routine? How has he not accidentally (or not-so accidentally) been incapacitated yet?

Day 4: Fearless Leader -- He’s slimy in more ways than one, but he keeps Troop #818 together and has even managed to snag a few recruits. That alone is worth a day of appreciation.

Day 5: Strong & Silent -- For someone who doesn’t talk much, Petrol has a lot of good advice and personality. Let’s celebrate his bromance with Snake, his willingness to be sacrificed for the WS, or even just his stubborn refusal to try leg day even once.

Day 6: Call him Snake -- Prince Zuko Billy might not be the most dignified character on the show, but he’s certainly the most honorable and is deadly with a candy cane.

Day 7: Like Family -- I just want to see some Woodscouts bonding, with each other or a character of your choice.

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coffee-for-himchan · 6 years

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From Enemies To Lovers (Yoo Youngjae x reader)

Requested by: a lovely anon

Word count: 4.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff/angst ❤🔥(more fluff tho, I think)

Summary: Working for B.A.P wasn’t easy, but it was fun. Well, up until you had to be faced with Youngjae, since, for some reason, he hadn’t really been keen on your presence and company from the very start, which had caused you two to develop a rather interesting, sarcasm and maybe even hate filled relationship. But ever since a few past events that had taken place not too long ago, things have slightly shifted and changed, and he was left clueless on what to do and how to feel. You actually made his heart skip a beat. And when he upset you by his words and actions, he was determined to make it all up. And make it happen.

“Guess who’s dissatisfied again?“

With a sigh, you turned around to take a look at Daehyun. The playfully amused smirk that was plastered all over his face was reason enough for you to quickly develop a strong desire to slap him across his face. But you gulped it down, reminding yourself he wouldn’t look all that pretty in tonight’s performance with a bright red hand print on his face. And after all, he wasn’t the cause of your troubles, was he?

No. It was no other than Youngjae, just as always, and you groaned, knowing this was about to get sarcastic and possibly even mean again.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head back to face the clothing racks, continuing to sort everything that was there, “You told me you liked it-”

“Ouou, before you continue, this jacket’s sooo coool, I love it! You did a great job picking it!” he was basically bouncing up and down, flashing smiles and showing his full energy. As always, no matter where he was or what he was doing. He was just being his loud self.

“T-thanks..” you muttered shyly, your reflexes making you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “A-anyways.. You liked it. Yongguk oppa didn’t seem to have any issues with it either, and Himchan oppa flashed a big smile, saying something about looking like a star tonight in the outfit I got him. Yup was a thankful puppy and Jello’s smile was brighter than the sun. So who’s left?”

“I don’t know, remind me.”

“Yoo I-gonna-complain-even-though-it-couldn’t-get-any-better Youngjae.”

“Oh wow,” Daehyun chuckled, filling the room with heartwarming laughter, “I didn’t know Youngjae-ah even had something like a middle name.”

“Ahem ahem.”

You groaned a little after hearing the too familiar voice, and turned around to face the doorway. Youngjae was there, and, upon eyeing him up and down, you realized you’d really done wrong by picking that outfit.

He didn’t deserve to look that good tonight.

“Slowly getting a sore throat, I hear?” you tried not to spare him another glance, and turned away, going back to working, “I know a perfect way to lessen the strain on your voice - stop shouting that much. And complaining.”

“Only when you stop talking behind people’s backs,” he stepped forwards, and you braced yourself for another rather mean sarcastic fight.

“I didn’t know I had a middle name either. But thanks for enlightening me.”

You two slowly began to gather an audience. You were sure all the guys were watching, and so was all the staff that was in this room. It was a quite funny sight, after all. No one knew if you and Youngjae actually hated each other, because it didn’t really seem like it, even though you fought every minute of every day. It rather seemed like a way to cope with.. Different feelings.

“What’s wrong this time around?”

“Why the cutesy concept again?”

You chuckled a little. This wasn’t a black leather jacket/ripped jeans type of comeback. They had a softer style this time around, but you indeed found something extra pretty and cute especially for Youngjae. Because out of all, he pulled that style off the best - maybe even perfectly, but you were too salty to admit. Too bad he wasn’t having it, as he looked oh so gorgeous.

“Your face itself screams “cute”, Youngjae-ah. I can’t really fix your face up with a clothing choice-“

“You could try at least, and not just drown my frame out in an oversized sweater with an obnoxiously big ribbon and cutesy shorts.”

Daehyun, who’d been watching from nearby, chuckled at how close your faces were now - Youngjae’s hovering right above yours. “I can’t with you, guys. You’re so cute together-”

“No, we’re not!”

You froze on spot when you realized the same sentence had left your and Youngjae’s mouths simultaneously, and the wave of light chuckles that washed over the room didn’t really help the mood. You were a little frustrated now, but more than that - embarrassed.

“Saying sentences together like a couple. What’s going to be next-”

You didn’t slap him, but Youngjae did it instead, even if only lightly and as a warning of what would follow if he’d continue the same way.

“I mean, okay. Continue denying it, but it’s true-”

“It’s not!” you both growled, understanding you’d said this in perfect unison with each other as well and groaning in separate pitches, causing more chuckles. Youngjae threw you a look, and you didn’t quite understand what he meant by it.

For a second, his stare didn’t display any type of disagreement or displeasure. The look he gave you was soft, and, accompanied by how close he was, you were certain - this was only the look lovers gave each other. As if saying “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because he doesn’t know a thing about us, but we do. And that’s enough.”

“Forget it,” he quickly turned to face Daehyun, starting to walk past both of you, “We’re never going to be a thing.”

And with that, he left the room, and you were left with a chuckling Daehyun standing nearby and continuing the emotional torture.

“(Y/N), I’m being honest-”

“Go be honest somewhere else. Or I might slap you as well,” you muttered, finally making him leave with a last chuckle.

If only he knew.

Being a stylist for B.A.P had always seemed like a dream job to you. You had quite a lot of creative freedom, and seemed to please everyone with your work - even Youngjae, who oftentimes pretended not to like it. To be completely honest, you didn’t even know where you went wrong with him, as you got along amazingly good with the other five. Youngjae was just someone who you.. had different feelings for.

Okay, why not admit it, if you were already at it? You were head over heels for him when you met him first, and he seemed to show interest too, which had you on cloud nine. But, along the way, it all somehow died down. Sarcastic conversations became a thing, and, the more days passed, the more distant you became. Until all you did was throw around mean remarks and seemingly argue.

“Hey, are you salty about it?” Daehyun poked at Youngjae. They were about to go on stage and slay their performance, just as usual, yet Youngjae felt more off than ever. All because of you.

“Jaee..” Daehyun poked at him one more time, “Stop the silent treatment. It’s not my fault you can’t admit to the fact you’re in loooooovee.”

“Daehyun hyung, I’d beware if I were you,” Jongup said as Junhong near him cracked up at Youngjae’s reaction. Too bad Daehyun had backed off already - otherwise he would’ve gotten slapped again.

“Actually, if I were you, I’d go to apologize to (Y/N),” Yongguk quietly called from somewhere a little further away.

“What for!?”

“For acting like an asshole when she clearly only wishes the best for you,” Himchan nagged, and this time around his statements were approved by everyone around, “You keep pushing her away because your head refuses to cooperate with your heart. She doesn’t have to suffer from that.”

They were about to go on at every other moment now, and as the green light was given, they started to get into formation and position.

Youngjae glanced all around. This wouldn’t end well, he was certain, as his mind was elsewhere, not present in this environment. The fanchants had started and could be heard from here already, and as Daehyun practically pushed Youngjae out on stage, all faded away.

He knew he’d been feeling different about you for a while already. What started off as playful banter and escalated to an actually close to hateful relationship was slowly dying down every time he took a closer look at you now. He didn’t want to admit at first, but there was no escape from it anyways.

You’d actually grown on him, and he found himself developing feelings, all of them coming back to him now in the middle of the performance alongside old, close to repressed memories.

* * * * *

The cold wind was nibbling away at his ears, turning them a light shade of red, but he didn’t mind in the least. Sitting on the back entrance’s porch steps, he shivered a little, wishing he would’ve been smart enough to take a jacket along with him.

The skies were clear, yet his mind wasn’t, and as he tried to somehow collect it, he couldn’t help but hate the fact he was left alone yet again.

The guys were probably searching for him. Or if not searching, at least looking around to hopefully spot him somewhere. But he didn’t want to see them, as he wasn’t in the mood. Even if that conflicted with the previous statement - he simply didn’t want to. He just wanted to have someone around to tame his rising frustration and stay there with him all through it. Help him back up, as he’d fallen down a little lower today.

The door behind him creaked open, triggering a loud exhale from him. It had to be one of them. He had come to tell him to stop fooling around, get his ego together and come back. As always.

“Youngjae-ah, there you are.”

The voice he heard instead sent shivers down his spine, and just for a second he wanted you to wrap your arms around him from behind. Nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and warm him up, as his heart had been frozen cold for a while now. But rather than doing anything of that sort, or letting you do anything else, he didn’t even budge to turn to face you. He stared off into the distance, and only mumbled.

“Get lost.”

You sighed, and right as he thought he’d been too harsh and turned to apologize, you closed the door behind yourself with a thud, leaving him to be alone once again.

He’d screwed it up, hadn’t he? He sat, thinking. Maybe that’s why some people didn’t like him and didn’t get along with him? Maybe because he was too harsh, or was pushing them away. He had been mean to you because of clashes of opinions, and hell knows why else. He couldn’t even recall it.

All he knew was that he wasn’t sure if he had done right all this time, and if he’d offended you.

“Here, idiot. Don’t freeze to death.”

Something soft and warm landed on his shoulders causing him to snap out of his trance and jump a little. You sat down beside him, and waited as he realized you’d brought him his coat so he wouldn’t freeze.

“How about I go get lost now?” you looked at him and chuckled lightly, starting to get up again, “Now I’ll at least be able to do so while being calm at heart. Now that I know that my favorite idiot won’t freeze to death out in the cold-”

“Stay,” he cut you off and got a hold of your arm, letting silence hang over for the few seconds that you spent considering and finally obeying.

He recalled it pouring out of his heart like a waterfall back then, and recalled sitting there with you for long. You had serious heart-to-heart talks, and even shared a few laughs. The feud was lost somewhere along the way, and kept on silently admiring you.

You knew he was having a hard time, and were even ready to put all the banter away. You were there for him when no one else was, and he, upon letting the evening extend into the night and eventually end.. Let it slip.

But not without developing feelings. Or well, slowly starting to do so, letting them take over completely in the following months.

* * * * *

“Youngjae hyung, are you alright?” he barely noticed how he’d gotten off stage, and dizzily turned to Jongup who was giving him a worried glance.

“Yeah.. Jongup-ah, I’ll just stay here for a little. Don’t wait up, just go,” he waved him away and walked to some nearby stairs, sitting down a little to catch his breath.

Truth to be said, it had been washing over him for the whole last three months, since that porch step conversation. And it had especially intensified in the last week. So was it maybe time to face the truth?

It had to be, as his mind kept travelling back to you. Despite remarks, you’d always been there. You were always on his team. You’d cheered on him multiple times when he thought no one would. You’d helped him through thick and thin, with or without commenting on his stupidity and inability to handle situations on his own.

You’d been there. And, despite often having different views and opinions, you’d made him fall for you. And, since he hated this sea of feelings, he felt like it was time to confess and wether get turned down or elevated. Hoping for the latter, he stood up, wandering back to the dressing room.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Went out a few minutes ago,” Junhong called from the couch, already dressed in comfy attire, “I think she said she needed to get some fresh air.”

“Yeah, she didn’t look all that happy either,” Daehyun added, walking past him, “I can already guess what the reason is.”

“Daehyun-ah, don’t you dare tell me it’s my fault-”

“I think it is,” Yongguk said, and when he spoke, no one interrupted. Everyone knew his opinion was usually closest to right, “She looked quite devastated since you stomped off earlier. For what reasons, I don’t know. But you maybe will have more of a clue on what’s going on.”

And even if he didn’t know, he sure was about to find out. Walking outside the room, he didn’t fail to grab his jacket from the hanger and leave to hopefully go in the right direction as soon as possible.

You were leaning over the railings, staring off into the distance with a full heart and mind. Life had become a little more painful now - well, not that it hadn’t been all along.

Maybe you were stupid for all of this, but you were still crushing hard. And you hated him oh so much at the same time. His words about you two never being a thing left your heart in a shattered state. He’d thrown them out as if it was nothing - as if you simply weren’t worth it, and he was too good for you, having the rights to talk like this. He’d talked harshly, and you were left aching again.

Oh god, how your heart ached, and you simply wanted to somehow mend it.

“Stop freezing out here and come in.”

Silence followed, and you gulped down potential tears. Why was he here? To tell you you’d done wrong once again, or to throw out a bad remark? You really weren’t in the mood for this. Or for anything involving him, really. You tried so hard to make him like you since you can remember, and he still seemed to have a hard time doing so. So why spend your life living in emotional agony, allowing your relationship to sink lower and lower every passing day while you could be a little more at peace with having him off of your radar completely?

“Get lost.”

You hoped he would, and when silence followed for a little too long, you thought he’d gone away without you noticing. But the memories from three months ago quickly made their way into your head as you felt him wrapping his arms around you from behind, tugging you closer. This was a.. Familiar situation. Almost.

“Only if you come along,” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose into your hair and adjusting his rather large, open jacket to cover both your frames, “It’s cold, you know? And I only have one jacket, but we can share.”

“Didn’t you hear?” you asked, admitting to yourself he was actually comfortable. But he wasn’t just being nice, you were certain. He had something up his sleeve, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know, as it couldn’t possibly be good.

“Hear what?”

“I told you to leave.”

“And I said I would if you’d come along.”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to obey, no. It would always go his way, without exception. So, a little uncomfortable by the sudden closeness since you knew his initial hatred towards you, you turned your head to say it once again, as clear as ever. He had to leave.

“Youngjae-ah, just get over yourself and do as told for once, goddamnit-”

You were about to speak your mind, about to let him know. But you got cut off by a kiss instead.

So, what are you supposed to do in situations like this one anyways? It wasn’t an everyday thing, but even despite that you knew you shouldn’t let this happen all so easily. Yet you felt your knees giving in and your body warming into his at the sudden interaction, and all other things seemed to become of less to no importance, fading into the distance and becoming miscellaneous.

You let it all slide, and started your response.

It took a minute, or so it felt at least, but you were moving forwards at a rather quick pace. What had started off soft and comforting had quickly become demanding and lustful, and you felt yourself getting turned around to face him and pinned back against the railing, just to get a better angle. Soft whines and whimpers that escaped you seemed to only fuel him, and so did your clenching on his shirt for dear life. He was diving in and out, pulling you along to every kiss with an unbelievable force, not quite caring how it looked like or if it was appropriate. It’s exactly what he felt, and he thought he’d let you know by doing everything he thought was right all at once. Running his hands all over your sides and hips. Holding your head in the right angle carefully. Nibbling on your lip and using the situation to let his tongue battle it out with yours. Literally nothing was missing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I thought I’d just kiss you, but looks like we’re making out already,” his tone was near shameless as he pulled away, and even though you’d originally wanted to chuckle at it, you refused now.

“Who gave you the right?”

“Didn’t look like you tried to oppose,” he wanted to kiss you again, but you were quick enough to put a hand on your mouth, making his lips land and rest on it. He smiled, but refused to remove them. You were still in his strong grip, and even though he could feel that your heartbeat was fast and rapid, he knew it wasn’t because of the fact that what he was doing seemed inappropriate to you. You loved every damn second of this, just like he did, and that was enough of a green light for him.

“You hate me, don’t you?” you asked in a muffled voice, your eyes closed as you felt his breath on your hand.

“And you hate me.”

“Then why the hell are we kissing if we both hate each other?”

“I don’t know,” you felt him shrugging, and coming even closer, if that was even possible, “But, you know? I figured out a thing recently.”

“Tell me about it.”

“How comes we hate each other, yet are there for each other when we need someone by our side the most?”

You let it sink it. Truth to be told, he wasn’t lying. You could recall countless times when you were there for him, trying to look past all of the mean remarks thrown out in the heat of the moment and helping him. And he’d done the same on various occasions. Hell, he’d sneaked out of the dorm and driven to pick you up to the other end of the city once, and you weren’t sure how or why. But he’d done it, because you’d called up the first number you could dial back then and spoke in a devastated, tear-strained voice.

“Desperation,” you told him, sighing slightly, “Think about it. When you’re alone and aching, you’re desperate. And when you’re desperate, you let people you wouldn’t normally allow to see you in a state like that near. Maybe this is out case.”

“So you’re telling me we simply were the only ones around each other when we needed support the most, and acted the way nice people would , forgetting all feuds for a second and helping out each other in a.. friendly way?”

You nodded, not sure if this was what you meant, but thinking it was close.

“Well congratulations, your niceness had triggered a bunch of feelings towards you inside of me that I have no clue how to handle, and you’re the only thing I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. Crazy how you made me crush so hard after such periods of coldness, right?”

You froze at his statement, feeling a mixture of confusion and.. happiness? After all, you’d been acting cold too. This wasn’t only his fault, and maybe, just maybe.. It was alright to let it happen.

His hand was slowly placed on your arm, and he smiled as he lowered the hand you were holding in front of your mouth down. There was close to no space left between you two now, but he didn’t seem to budge or do anything about it.

“Not pressuring anything, you know? But I’d like to give it a shot.”

And right as he thought he should maybe in fact give you some space and step back, you brought your hands up to cup his face and kissed him hard.

“Wow wow, take it easy,” he chuckled in between passionate, longing kisses.

“We can go back to arguing if you want to.”

“No, I like this better. Keep this up.”

And you liked it better too. Without the harshness and the mean tone. Without worry and confusion, or anything in between. Hell knows where this would lead you two, but you were sure that even if it wouldn’t work out in the end, you’d be in a better position that you’d been in all along now. It wasn’t a myth that a relationship started with hate could actually evolve to become love. So why couldn’t this be your story?

“Ahem ahem.”

“What is it with the sore throats today?” Youngjae shamelessly looked at Daehyun who was standing in the doorway and giving you two an “I told you this would happen” glance, “You’re coughing, I’m coughing. We must’ve gotten that from yesterday’s trip - should’ve taken coats along.”

“And (Y/N) right here might be coughing by tomorrow as well, I’ve just smooched her tons. Let’s hope it’s not contagious,” he heard you chuckling in embarrassment as you hid your face in his chest, not wanting to face Daehyun at all. Getting busted was a little awkward, but by Daehyun.. That was plainly embarrassing.

“I thought you said you’d never be a thing?”

Youngjae chuckled as well, and you felt his nose poking at your hair.

“C’mon. Look at that dude over there who crashed our little party while I say this next thing to his face,” he quietly muttered, and you did as told, turning your head a little to face Daehyun.

To be honest, he looked quite happy and relieved, and it made you feel less ashamed. After all that had happened - and all that would - you didn’t want anyone to judge you two. You rather wanted someone to show support, and.. Well.. Stop either you or Youngjae at moments you still might want to rather kill than kiss each other, as you knew you’d never stop the sarcasm and the bugging completely.

“We’re not going to be just “a thing”. We’re going to be “THE thing”, and ain’t nothing gonna stop us,” Youngjae exclaimed shamelessly and happily, making both you and Daehyun chuckle.

“Yeah, until the next fight.”

“Just tear us apart before I manage to slap him in the face, okay?” you chuckled, earning a heartwarming smile from him. He was a supportive type of friend after all, and you knew for sure he’d do as told, and would support you two ‘till the end.

“Sure. Gotta help you two out somehow - there’s still a long way to go from enemies to lovers, but hey.. You’ll somehow do it.”

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choisgirls · 7 years

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I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS, IF SO, I APOLOGIZE! But like, the RFA+ V & Saeran with a female MC that likes to be the dominant one? (Like, not just sexually, but generally doesn't really like to be looked down upon/seen as inferior/weak. Like, how Jumin loves to want to "protect" MC and sees her as fragile but she's having none of his shit)

A/N: I! FUCKING! LIVE!FOR! THIS! I am such a dominant women in most aspects and as MUCH as Iabsolutely LOVE Jumin, I cannot stand the whole “must protect lil babyMC” liKE BITCH I CAN THROW YOU. LEAVE ME ALONE ~Admin 404

Anyway, I hope this isokay for you! I tried to think of what would make someone dominant;;

*YOOSUNG:

-He went with Saeyoung toconfront the hacker because he wanted to prove to you he could be a man

-A man protects his beloved!!!!!

-And it was adorable. Youappreciated that he wanted to protect you and when you officially met, you letit go

-But as your relationshipadvanced, he quickly realized that you were way more dominant that he hasassumed and he /liked/ it

-Hearing and seeing you takecharge for even simple things like deciding where to have lunch got him excited

-There was no wondering what youwere thinking because you were so blunt and you were so independent, he lovedit so much

-Would he protect you? Yes, overand over again if it comes down to it.

-But his personality isnaturally more relaxed and playful so he’s a lot happier with you being more incharge of the relationship instead of him!

-And he is always so proud ofyou? You’re strong willed and will fight to get your way no matter who you’retalking to and never let people look down on you for any reason

-He’s just like your puppy? Hefollows you around, always excited! You can get a certain tone to your voiceand he’s calmed down and waiting for whatever you have to say. he especiallyloves it in the bedroom

*ZEN:

-You loved him but you HATEDthat he was always:

-“Princess! Just leave itto me, I am your prince, after all~”

-Not to mention he loved to justpick you up and spin you around, putting you down only after you demand it

-“Haha, MC, you’re socute!”

-Yeah buddy you’re gonna thinkI’m real fucking cute when I thrOW YOU

-Ladies shouldn’t do this andladies need to do that but you??? Were just yourself???

-You knew you were sexy justlike he knew he was, you weren’t about to pretend you were some cute littlegirl and just hide what you got

-Constantly wearing whatever youwant. Whether it contours to your body and shows your curves or it’s somethinglow-cut and shows what you’ve got. You’re comfortable and you know you’ve gotit going on

-He loved that about you, but healso constantly tried to cover you up because??? Now everyone can see howbeautiful and sexy you are?? And he just wants you all to himself instead???

-So even if he begs you tochange your outfit, you tell him if he doesn’t have to hide what he’s got, thenneither do you. The two of you become the Sexy Duo™ and as much as he /lovesit/ he also /hates it/ because nO ONE LOOK AT HIS MC. DON’T DO IT. NO

*JAEHEE:

-You’re both very strongindependent women but the both of you accidently… try to out dominate eachother

-You both co-own the coffee shopbut no one can tell who the boss is because you’re both… in that position

-Both call the shots and boththrive in the position of power

-But god she has so much respectfor you??? You take no one’s shit and you are so calm when met with criticism

-Her favourite part is that youtake absolutely no excuses.

-If there’s a reason you didn’tsucceed, you never turned to excuses

-“Oh it was the otherpersons fault” “The machine messed up” Nothing like that

-If someone’s order is messed upyou take full responsibility because it was simple human error, you know that!It was your fault and you will stand there even as people scream at you

-And she thinks that is amazing?You’re such a strong, powerful soul to just stand there and deal with peopleyelling and screaming and even when you go home, she expects you to let youremotions loose and cry but… you don’t?

-She knows the two of you fightfor that sort of dominance aura but in all honesty it’s things like this thatmake her just bow down to you because you definitely deserve it

*JUMIN:

-He always wants to protect youand he thinks you’re so tiny and fragile

-If he wasn’t personallyprotecting you, he has about 50 body guards all around you at all times

-Which really pissed you offbecause you were fully capable of taking care of yourself.

-After all, you handled thewhole situation with the hacker and the whole Fiancé Fiasco™, you werestrong

-But as stubborn as he was, youwere too.

-He’s always asking if you’reokay and if you need anything but what he doesn’t seem to realize is that youaren’t afraid to ask for things you want. Even sexually

-So it really threw him offwhen, at a dinner party, you pulled him aside and looked him in the eyes,straight up telling him you wanted him then and there

-He choked on his wine he wasnot expecting that

-You noticed how he reacted anddecided that maybe this is what it would take to get him to /listen/ to youabout not being some quiet, pretty little princess

-From then on, you’d have totell him exactly what you wanted at any given moment, catching him off guard.But it was fun watching him scramble to regain dominance and provide you withwhat you wanted

*SAEYOUNG:

-He knew you were the dominantone personality wise and he was Living™ for it

-He could be in bed all hewanted, you were fine with that, but most of the time you’re calling the shots

-Which is a good thing becauseyou really help with his impulse control!

-“MC CAN I-” “NoSaeyoung you can’t jump off of the roof I’ve already told you this”

-“I’M GONNA BUY ANOTHERBABY” “No Saeyoung you gotta pay the electricity bill first”

-“MC I bought a goat”“Take it back”

-He even loves that you’redominant physically too like, all he has to do is climb on top of you and thatwas it

-You wouldn’t let him being onyou stop you from getting up and doing whatever you have to

-Sometimes you’re just carryinghim bridal style around the house while he’s dressed up like a princess andSaeran literally hates the both of you

-But all messing around aside,he really admires that you’re so strong, and you’re always there for him whenhe can’t be and he couldn’t love anyone else more than he loves you

*V:

-He’s really laid back and sucha push over

-It doesn’t take much to be adominant woman around him;;;

-But his favourite part aboutyou being the more dominant one, was that you were able to tell people no

-Getting invited to a lot ofevents he just doesn’t want to go to… he can always count on you to standyour ground and tell them no thank you, without feeling guilted into going

-Another aspect of yourpersonality that he loves is that you’re never one to complain or whine aboutanything?

-Every now and then you open upto him and will complain about things that are /truly/ bothering you

-But otherwise, you’re allsmiles and the strong one that everyone can depend on

-And he loves it!! You’re alwaysthere to lend a hand to your friends and listen to their problems, suggestingsome ways to fix any of their problems

-You’re always walking with yourchin up, no matter how you feel, and he is In Love™

-Never once thought of you as“weak” because someone who could just show up at some strangersapartment solely to return a phone is?? Amazing???? And brave?? And just- whowould think that is weak?

*SAERAN:

-He would never let someoneovertake his dominance, he worked so hard to acquire it and it just wasn’thappening

-So quite often, the two of youwould butt heads. The love is still there of course, it’s usually just stupidthings like “I’m picking the movie” “the fuck you are”

-But he liked to think you werephysically weak??

-You’re this cute, little thingthere’s no way you’re capable of protecting yourself

-So he’s always really close toyou so he’s able to protect you

-There have been multiple timeswhere he had pushed you behind him just to tell some guy off and you /hated/ it

-At one point, he put his handon your shoulder, getting ready to put you behind him but you had enough

-Grabbing his hand and forearm,you flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground, both him and the otherguy completely in shock

-Looking between the both ofthem, you flip them the bird and just walk away

-He’s embarrassed but holy/hell/ he is attracted to you 10 times more because he had no idea you werecapable of that?? You just flipped him over your shoulder like he wasnothing??? Beautiful??

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