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jazzy96scorpio · 4 days ago

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The Black Rose and the Star

Chapter 1 Unspoken Words

Description: Landing a job at SNL is huge for you as photographer, but the real surprise comes in when you met ridiculously charming actor [Pedro Pascal]. From secret studio dances to late-night pizza and poetry, your connection is undeniable. Turns out, the best things in life are totally unplanned.😉 It's a slow burn and so fluffy. For now 🫣

I think we all have delulu dreams of Pedro so here is mine 😊

Pairing: You / Pedro Pascal

Word count: 2,319

It was Friday, you were in studio finishing your work, you were happy, you are going to rest finally. When your phone rings. It was your boss. SHIT you thought.

"Ugh, seriously?" you groaned, already picturing your relaxing Friday night going up in smoke. Your boss's voice on the other end of the phone wasn't promising anything good. "What's the fire drill this time?" you ask him.

"Lorne Michaels' office called," he explained "They need a new photographer. Mary Ellen's sick."

Your heart skipped a beat. Mary Ellen Matthews. The legendary SNL photographer. "And…?" you prompted, barely daring to breathe.

"Lorne's seen your work," your boss continued. "He specifically requested you."

Your breath hitched. Whoa.

Lorne Michaels himself had seen your work? That was…insane. "Okay," you managed, trying to sound cool and collected when inside you were freaking out.

"Oh, and there's one tiny detail," your boss added, and you could practically hear the smirk. "You'll be working with Pedro Pascal."

Your brain short-circuited. Pedro Pascal. Pedro Pascal. The name echoed in your head like a beautiful melody. You loved his work. You loved his everything, honestly. The thought of actually meeting him, working with him… it was too much. A giggle threatened to escape, and you bit your lip to keep it in. "Okay, cool," you mumbled, trying to play it cool.

"Be at Studio 8H at NBC on Monday," your boss instructed.

"Will do," you replied, your mind already a million miles away. Studio 8H. SNL. Him. It was all so ridiculously exciting. You hung up, a huge grin spreading across your face. Friday night plans? Forget about it. Monday couldn't get here fast enough. You were going to meet him.

The whole weekend was a wash. Sleep? Forget about it. Your brain was a non-stop party of "OMG I'm meeting him" on repeat. Monday morning finally rolled around, and you practically bounced out of bed, dragging your assistant along for the ride. The studio was buzzing, the kind of organized chaos that comes with live TV. You met the producers, the crew – everyone was super nice and professional. And then… he walked in.

Holy crap.

Your brain just…froze. He was even more amazing in person. Seriously, spectacular. He said hi to everyone, that smile of his making your heart do a weird little flip-flop. Then he vanished into an office with the producers, and you tried to, you know, breathe again.

A few minutes later, he came back out, and one of the producers waved you over.

"Pedro, this is the photographer," he said.

You stuck out your hand, trying so hard not to be a total mess. "Hi, I'm…," you managed, getting your name out without too much stammering. He shook your hand, and whoa, that touch. Electric.

"Nice to meet you," he said, and his voice was just as warm and charming as you'd hoped.

"You two are working together tomorrow," the producer said. "We're shooting the promo pics."

"Alright," you replied, trying to play it cool. Inside, you were screaming. He smiled again, and you were pretty sure your knees almost gave out.

Then he turned to the crew, and they all started talking about the script. The vibe shifted, everyone getting down to business. You watched him chat with everyone, so relaxed and enthusiastic. You couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would be like.

Shoot day 📸

That day was a trip. You were floating, high on the excitement of him, and trying to play it cool. Today was that day – the photoshoot. You practically leaped out of bed (okay, maybe you snoozed the alarm once or twice), picked out your best outfit (but, like, a cool, casual best), showered, and even put on some makeup (but, you know, the "I woke up like this" kind).

When you arrived at the studio, he was already there. Coco, his groomer and friend, was working on his hair. You introduced yourself to her; she was lovely. Then, you told him you'd wait until he was ready.

Half an hour later, you were setting up your camera, a little shaky despite having worked with big names before. This was different. This was him. And then he walked in.

Oh. My. God.

He was…gorgeous. His hair… you had a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to run your fingers through it. That cute face tucked between my… "Girl, are you alright?" Emma, your assistant, nudged you, her eyes wide. "Yeah, fine," you mumbled, but you knew she'd never seen you like this.

You started shooting, and he was a total pro. So talented, so gorgeous. It was easy, actually. He listened to your directions, and the camera just loved him.

Finally, the shoot was done. You walked over, thanking him.

"I'd love to see the pics," he said.

You showed him your laptop, and as you scrolled through the photos, he leaned in close.

His cologne smelled insane, and you were trying really hard not to just melt on the spot. "These are awesome," he said, grinning. "I love them."

And then, he put his hand on your shoulder. Fuck. You were pretty sure you were melting. "You did an amazing job," he whispered in your ear.

"Well," you managed, your voice a little husky, "it was you. You're incredible. It was pleasure working with you."

And then he left winking at you, leaving your heart pounding like a drum solo. You were officially a mess.

You sat at your table, fingers flying across the keyboard as you edited the photos. He was close by, at the next table, going over the script with the crew. Emma, your ever-attentive assistant, came over. "Need anything?"

"The strongest coffee you can find," you groaned, rubbing your burning eyes.

"And an energy drink. I haven't slept in days."

"That's not healthy," she scolded gently.

"Well, I've gotta die from something," you mumbled, only half-joking.

She giggled. "What kind of coffee?"

"Black as my soul and cold as ice," you replied.

Emma, being the absolute gem she was, turned to Pedro and the crew. "Anyone else need anything?"

"I'll have what she's having," he said, looking over at you and smiling.

You were like Wait, did that just happen? He smiled at me?

Emma brought the coffees, and you thanked her profusely.

"Seriously," she said, giving you a concerned look. "You need to do something about this insomnia. Have you tried sleep pills?"

"Yeah, they don't really work," you sighed.

"What about tea?" she asked.

You gave her a look. "Do I look like tea is going to calm me down?"

She laughed. "Good point."

"I hate tea," you confessed.

"Okay, okay," she said, still chuckling. "Just trying to help."

"I know, and I appreciate that thank you." you said, giving her a grateful smile. She was the best.

About an hour after Pedro was leaving with his friend, he strolled back in. And, to your surprise, he actually said goodbye to you. You felt your cheeks warm up a little. Right then, the producer showed up. "Hey, those photos and videos," he said. "Think you can get them to us by morning? We need them for tomorrow."

"Yep, I can do that," you said. "Just gotta finish up here."

"Awesome! Thanks," he replied, looking relieved.

Hours later, you were finally almost done. The program was rendering, and you were just chilling, waiting for it to finish up so you could send everything off. You were beat, but figured you'd put on some tunes to keep you going. A few minutes later, you were totally in your zone, dancing and belting out the lyrics, not a care in the world. You were alone, after all, and enjoying the moment.

Then, boom, he was just there. Pedro. He was cracking up.

"Those are some serious moves," he said, grinning. "Uh, I just forgot my glasses and script."

You froze, totally embarrassed. "Oh my god," you mumbled, your face getting hot. "I didn't realize anyone was around."

"No worries," he chuckled. "Your secret's safe with me. Unless… you want to give me a lesson?" He gestured playfully. "I've always wanted to learn how to… uh… do that." He attempted a little hip swivel, which came out more like a shimmy, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Your heart did a little flutter-kick. "Oh, please," you said, trying to play it cool. "You'd probably break something."

"Hey, I'm a fast learner," he protested, grinning. He was already shuffling closer, trying to copy your earlier moves, though not quite as gracefully. "Come on, show me what you got."

"Okay, fine," you laughed, showing him a basic step. He was actually into it, and before you knew it, you were both laughing and twirling around the studio to the beat of the song."Wow," you said, impressed. "You've got some serious rhythm. Those hips don't lie." He was a good dancer, you had to admit.

"You know," he said, his voice a little breathy, "for someone who claims to be tired, you've got a lot of energy." He moved even closer, a playful glint in his eyes. "And," he murmured, his voice dropping, "you smell amazing."

Fuck, you thought. I really want this man.

"It's called the power of RUN-DMC," you replied, trying to sound casual even though your insides were doing a wild dance.

He was so close, and at one point, he lightly touched your waist as he spun you, and whoa. "You dance like this always?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours. "You're good."

"No," you replied, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Only when I'm alone."

He grinned, a genuine, warm smile that made your heart melt. He was enjoying this moment with you, you could tell.

It was a perfect, crazy, unexpected moment… until your phone rang, totally killing the vibe.

Your phone wouldn't stop buzzing. "You should probably answer that," he said, nodding towards the insistent ringing.

You sighed and picked up. After a brief, tense exchange, you hung up, but the conversation clearly wasn't over. He left to find his glasses and script, but he came back just as your ex’s voice boomed from your phone.

"I told you, we are done. Don't call me ever again!" you snapped, your voice rising. Pedro’s face creased with worry as he overheard the shouting.

You slammed the phone down on the table, fuming. "Everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed. "Who was that?"

"My ex," you said, still trying to control your anger. "Long story..I don't want to mention him."

"Ok," he said, shaking his head. "You shouldn't be treated like that. Seriously. If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here."

"Thank you," you said, the sincerity in your voice palpable. "That means a lot." You glanced at the time. "I should probably get going. I'm finally done here."

You both left the building together. "Thanks again for the dance," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "I actually had fun." He says "I enjoyed too."

You started to walk away, but he called after you. "Hey, where's your car?"

"It's in the repair shop," you explained.

"Oh," he said. "It's pretty late. I don't want you taking the bus alone. Let me give you a ride."

"Really? You don't have to—"

"No, I insist," he said. "It's the least I can do."

You got in the car, and the ride was comfortable, easy. You chatted about everything, the earlier tension fading away. When you pulled up to your apartment building, you thanked him for the ride.

As you reached for your stuff in the backseat, he was already opening the door for you.

"Allow me," he said, flashing that charming smile.

Such a gentleman, you thought. "Thank you," you said, feeling a little flustered. Then, a slightly crazy thought popped into your head.

"Hey," you blurted out, "are you hungry? I was planning to make a pizza." You were immediately nervous that you were being too forward.

He chuckled, noticing your hesitation. "Actually," he said, "I'm starving. And pizza sounds perfect. I'm a sucker for a good pizza." He grinned. "Especially when someone else is preparing it."

"Great!" you said, relief washing over you. "Come on in." And just like that, you were walking into your apartment with him.

💓

You get into your apartment. "Make yourself at home," you said. "I'll grab you something to drink while I prepare the pizza."

He wandered over to the bookshelves that lined one wall. "Wow, you've got quite a collection," he commented, running a hand along the spines. "You're a reader?"

"Yeah, books and movies are my two favorite things," you replied.

He chuckled, his eyes landing on a shelf crammed with everything from classic literature to steamy romance novels.

"Crime and Punishment right next to… those," he said, a playful smirk on his face. "I like your range."

"Hey, a girl's gotta have options," you said, grinning."Sometimes you need Dostoevsky, sometimes you need..well, you know spicy stuff."

"I get it," he said, still chuckling.

His gaze drifted to the small table by the wall, where a single black rose stood in a glass vase. "Wow," he said, his voice softer now.

"That's… striking. A black rose. I've never seen one before."

"They're my favorite," you said, walking over to the rose. "They're from Türkiye. They're unique. And so beautiful to me." You say "They just feel…special."

"They are special," he agreed, coming to stand beside you. "They suit you."

You looked up at him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

"They're beautiful, a little mysterious… just like you."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you," you whispered.

"That's… really nice of you to say."

"I mean it," he said, his voice low. "Everything about this place…it feels like you.It's… I don’t know… comfortable."

So, you are movie buff too? What are some favorites?"

"Ugh, that's the hardest question ever," you groaned. "I love anything with a good story, but I'm a sucker for good comedy and, you know, movies with twists that make your jaw drop."

You hoped he wouldn't pull out one of the spicier books, but of course, he did. He picked up one with a particularly intriguing title and flipped it open. He read a few lines, his eyebrows shooting up. "Whoa," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "This is…descriptive"

"Put that down," you said, laughing and playfully swatting his arm.

"You're going to corrupt my innocent image."

"Too late," he said, still grinning. "The image has been corrupted."

"Pizza will be ready in about fifteen minutes," you announced, settling on the sofa next to him. He was still holding the book.

"So," he said, flipping through the pages. "This one's yours?" He pointed to a slim volume bound in soft leather.

"Yeah," you said. "It's my… poetry journal. I write all my favorite poems in there."

"Mind if I take a peek?" he asked.

"Sure," you said, a little nervous. It felt weirdly intimate, sharing your favorite poems with him. He flipped through the pages and then stopped. "This one," he said. "Read this one to me."

You took the book, your heart pounding a little. You cleared your throat and read him your favorite poem, the words flowing easily off your tongue, even with him sitting right next to you, listening intently.

"All I want, is to lose myself in your eyes, to forget the world and feel like I belong to something real, something I can't escape, even if I wanted to."

You finished the poem, your voice soft.

"That's… really beautiful," he said, his gaze fixed on you.

"This one's my absolute favorite," you said, turning the page.

"It's called 'I Love You From Afar.'" And then you began to read:

"I love you from afar

without being able to smell your scent

to embrace your nape

to feel your face

I merely love you

from afar, I just love you

not holding your hand

without touching your heart

nor dissolving in your eyes

in spite of today’s three-day love fads

not wildly but like a woman, I love you

I just love you from afar

without wiping off the two tears running down your cheeks

not joining you in your heartiest laughs

nor crooning together with you your most favorite song

from afar, I just love you

without disappointing,

not pouring out anything

without destroying

not making sad,

nor causing a cry, I love you from afar

I just love you like that from afar;

by shredding in my tongue

every word I want to tell you

I love you

I love you on a white piece of paper

while my words fall down, drop by drop…"

When you finished, there was a comfortable silence. He was looking at you, his expression thoughtful. "That's… intense," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Really beautiful, though." He paused. "It's, like, really vulnerable, too."

You shrugged a little. "Yeah, well," you said. "Poetry. It's kind of my thing."

You paused, then added, "I think that kind of love, the 'from afar' kind, is the purest, biggest love a human being can feel. But also the one that's hurts the most. It's all about the heart, no expectations, no conditions."

He nodded slowly. "I can see that," he said. "There's a certain… power in that kind of selfless love, isn't there?"

You nodded back. "Yeah." You felt a little exposed, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. It was… nice.

You stood up and checked on the pizza. Perfect. You set the table, and he came over, a smile on his face."Smells amazing," he said.

He took a bite, his eyes widening. "Wow," he said. "This is… seriously good. Best pizza I've had in ages." He polished off a slice.

"You've got some serious culinary skills."

"Thanks," you said, pleased. "It's my secret recipe."

You grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing it to him. "Perfect pairing," he declared. You shook your head, still a little in disbelief.

"I still can't believe I'm sitting here, eating pizza with you," you said, laughing a little. "This has been the best night. Thank you for keeping me company.”

"The pleasure was all mine," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "I really enjoyed tonight, too. The dancing, the poetry… the pizza." He grinned. "It was all perfect."

After you finished eating, he picked up the poetry book again. "Mind if I borrow this?" he asked. "I'd love to read some more of these poems."

"Of course," you said. "Just promise you'll give it back."

"Wouldn't dream of keeping it," he said, carefully tucking the book into his jacket.

As he stood at the door, ready to leave, he turned back to you. "Thank you again for tonight," he said, his voice warm. He stepped closer and, before you knew it, he pulled you into a hug. It was quick, but it was…..AMAZING.

His arms around you, the scent of his cologne… it was the best feeling ever. "Good night," he whispered.

"Good night," you replied, your heart still doing a little happy dance.

He was gone, and you were left standing in your apartment, a dazed smile on your face. It was late, you were exhausted, but you couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Pizza, poetry, dancing, a hug… with him. It felt like a dream.

The next two days were a blur of rehearsals and prep for Saturday's show. Friday was pretaping, and you mostly tried not to just stare at him the whole time. Seriously, he was so captivating to watch. Just pure talent.

After filming wrapped, he came over to you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I've been reading your poems," he said. "They're… really something. You should publish them. Seriously."

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. "Oh, come on," you said, trying to downplay it. "They're not that good."

"They are," he insisted. "They're honest and raw and… beautiful. You have a real gift." He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. "And," he added, "I was thinking… maybe we could have a pizza and poetry night sometime? Just the two of us?"

"Sure," you said, trying to sound all chill. "Sounds fun. But next time, we're watching a movie. My pick."

"Okay, deal," he said. "I'm down for that." He leaned in a little. "You know," he murmured, "it's been really nice getting to know you. I feel… comfortable around you. It's cool."

"Yeah, thank you" you said, your heart doing a little flutter-kick. "I'm glad to hear that." You were trying so hard to play it cool, but inside you were doing a happy dance. You couldn't wait for that movie night.

🎥🎬

Saturday night was electric. The studio buzzed with energy, and you were right in the thick of it, helping the crew wherever you could, but mostly, let's be honest, you were watching him.

He walked in, all in black, those gorgeous curls framing his face, that "dad bod" he rocked so perfectly… you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Honey, you are so in love," Emma whispered, nudging you playfully.

"I mean, who wouldn't be?" you replied, only half-joking. "That man is a Zaddy."

Emma laughed. You started humming.

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb

And, baby, you can turn me on.

And before you knew it, you and Emma were belting out the song, doing a little impromptu dance party.

Then, the stream ended, and he walked up, having clearly heard your little performance. His face was serious. "Who's the sex bomb?" he asked, his voice low.

Oh crap you thought. Emma froze, her eyes wide. You turned around, and there he was.

"I… I'm sorry," you stammered. "I just… couldn't help myself."

He burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding," he said. "I love that song. And, if I may say…" He touched your shoulder lightly. "You're the one."

Your mind went blank. Did he just…?

You managed a "Thank you," your voice a little shaky.

"Are you coming to the after-party?" he asked.

"Nah," you said. "I'm not really a big party person."

"Me neither," he said. "But… would you come with me? Just for a little while?"

Oh my god, is he… asking me out?

"Yes," you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'd love to."

After everything wrapped up, he came over. "Come on," he said, taking your hand. "Let's go."

Walking into the after-party with him was surreal. Everyone was looking at you, and you suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. He got you a drink, and then, he asked you to dance. It was a slow song, and when he took your hand and pulled you close, his hand resting on your waist, you thought you might actually melt. Oh my god. His body was so close to yours, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

What is this man doing to me? You had never felt like this before.

Pedro POV ❤️‍🔥

The music swirled around us, a slow, pulsing beat. She moved with a quiet grace, her body swaying in time with the rhythm. God, I thought, she’s stunning. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something about her… something mysterious, intriguing. I’d been drawn to her from the moment I’d seen her .

And then I’d heard her poetry…raw, honest, beautiful. Even her slightly awkward, goofy humor. And her food. Everything about her was captivating me in a way I didn’t quite understand.

I pulled her a little closer, my hand resting lightly on her waist. Her perfume was intoxicating. Damn, I thought. I wanted her. Badly. But I didn't want to rush things. There was something special about her, something I didn't want to mess up. Her eyes… those intense eyes, and that soft hair… and that silly, unguarded side of her, the way she’d just been dancing and singing without a care in the world. It was captivating.

"I think you're gorgeous," I murmured, my voice low. "I haven't met anyone like you before."

"Thank you," she said, a little breathless. "You're pretty incredible yourself. Seriously, this week has been amazing."

"Mine too," I said, my eyes locking with hers.

When the song ended, a wave of nervousness washed over her. "I should probably get going," she said, suddenly feeling shy.

"I'll drive you," I offered.

She nodded, grateful.

❣️

At your apartment door, he handed you back your poetry book. "Thanks for the dance," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips. "And for a beautiful night."

"It was… the best night ever," you blurted out, then immediately cringed. Smooth.

He hesitated, his breath catching a little. You saw something shift in his expression. Then, he leaned in, cupped your cheek in his hand, and kissed you. It was a sweet, tentative kiss, like he was testing the waters. He pulled back a little, looking almost nervous. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him and kissed him again, harder this time, all that pent-up energy finally finding an outlet. You didn't want him to apologize. You wanted this. You pulled him inside, kicked the door shut, and suddenly, it was just the two of you. The air between you was electric.

Thanks for the reading ❣️ Please like, reblog or comment. I appreciate it alot. 💖

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unfilteredrealities · 4 months ago

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Had a long weekend and too much happened and I ended up sick.

Sunday I arrived late back home around midnight.

At 8am on Monday I woke up sobbing. I thought to myself it’s fine I can do this. Took an Uber to work, cried in the Uber. Thought to myself it’s fine I can do this I have to push myself. Oh well I ended up sitting in front of my work PC sobbing again and my teamleader had to take me outside so we can talk and yeah but it was fine after and I managed to work for 8h.

Tuesday I didn’t go to work tho and I went to the doctor bcs my immune system said sayonara and im having a nasty cold.

Got sick leave till Friday inclusive. So that’s a win. I can now die in peace till Sunday.

Monday work again but I will be okay till then.

Tomorrow (Thursday) I’m getting a Cortisol Blood work test bcs my mom brought it up. She was like you maybe should get that tested bcs what if you have a Tumor on your kidney or something due to the constant fight or flight and all the issues you have come from that? I was like well I’m in fight or flight since I’m 9 or 10 and she agreed. (Which why the heck didn’t you do something about it to get me out of that earlier???) anyways.

I will have to drink enough water before 8am tho bcs last time there were issues when they tried to draw my blood. Oh yeah and I have to do this test at 8am bcs then the Cortisol is having its peak.

I still have to buy the meds I got prescribed for the cold tho so I should do that tomorrow asap bcs I had no energy to do that Tuesday or today.

My bf is sick too so we somehow even if ldr and not in the same place we got sick at the same time which gives us the opportunity to have more bonding time bcs we in call since Tuesday morning 😂

My pots is bad again - at the wedding last weekend right before the wedding was done , I had 116bpm even if I was sitting down which wtf so dumb. My cousin (the bride) and my aunt (the mom of my cousin) worried about me bcs they came to me and asked if I’m ok and I said yeah it’s gonna be fine.

Loved it tho that my cousin had as her wedding dance the rickroll and only my table realised we got rickrolled 🤣 and after they played white and nerdy by weird ai which was funny bcs my cousin and her husband are both dorks and nerdy so that was fitting hèhè.

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kat-holden · 1 year ago

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A sad love story in messages Part 2

6 May 2014

N: Long time no….text? Sorry that’s dumb. How are you?

A: That was rude. Texting me at 9 am

N: Hahaha sorry, I just came back a week ago.

A: You are back?!

N: Yes ^_^

A: I thought you will stay there like forever…I imagined you never coming back

N: Well I did. Aaand I’m moving to the capital. Super excited. How are things with you?

A: Broke. Depressed. No friends. Same old.

N: Hmm how about going out? You were very social. I am sure there are interesting people in your town..

A: No money.

N: Just hang out on a bench. Come on we had lots of fun hanging out in the park. Just do the same.

A: I have to go work. Sorry.

N: Ooookay. Just…don’t get yourself lost. I care about you. Text more often.

A: I will.

20 May 2014

N: You did it again. Sigh…just text me you are alive at least.

A: Sorry I am splitting my time between my dad’s house and uni

N: That’s a lot of traveling. Why?

A: I am broke, can’t rent anything…it’s that or being homeless

N: Oh that’s shit. I’m sorry. Wait you graduated….uni?

A: Master’s

N: Heeeeeyyy I also signed up for mine! What are the odds!

A: Cool

N: Oh stop being a party pooper. Any new shows you are watching. Let’s watch something I am bored.

A: Sure. I’ll link you the one I am watching now.

N: Yay!

16 Jan 2015

A: Hey

N: Heeey~

A: What are you doing?

N: Just got off of work. I am super tired. Working 8h a week and lectures on the weekend is shit. You?

A: Translating

N: You seem to do that a lot. Any luck with money there.

A: It’s not a lot. I have to pay bills and food and keep dad’s house in shape. I have like 20 bucks for the next 2 weeks.

N: Yeah I paid bills too…and it’s not great…

A: You get to go out at least. I have no friends…

N: It’s not as good as you think. I don’t like the people here….

A: …now think about how I feel

N: Well I do, that’s why I check on you so often

N: I always do think about you

A: It’s late and I have to finish this translation

N: Okay, don’t forget about me

28 Jan 2015

N: Hey, I’ve been thinking

A: About?

N: Well you are constantly traveling and you are basically just going to uni for the library

N: You could move in here…with me?

A: Hmm…

N: The capital is amazing! So many places to go, we will never be bored.

A: I’ll think about it.

N: Yay!

8 Feb 2015

A: I’ve been hearing good things about the city you live in.

N: Told you. Did youuu by any chance consider it.

A: Yeah we can give it a try. It’s not like I have anywhere to live currently

N: Your dad’s house?

A: I just need to keep an eye on it over the weekends

N: OMG does that mean…

A: Yep, I’ll come and see how I like it.

N: I am already excited! Eeep

10 Feb 2015

A: Got a ticket, I’m coming on Tuesday

N: This.is.amazing! I finish work at 5, but you can come pick up the keys

A: Cool, can’t wait.

20 May 2016

N: Do you have to travel again?

A: Yes, the house needs repairs. And bills to be paid.

N: But you live there only during the weekend…can’t be that bad.

A: I just have to go okay?

N: Sure. Be back on Monday then?

A: Yes.

24 May 2016

N: So um, Monday came and went. Did you decide to stay longer?

A: I had to work.

N: Oh okay. When are you coming back?

A: I don’t know…

N: Don’t do that.... Not again.

N: Alex…please…

User is no longer available

N: I am calling you. We need to talk.

N: Please pick up your phone…

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achubbydumpling · 3 years ago

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Consider this: slightly chubby office worker bucky and lean, muscular steve who has a huge crush on him.

They work in the same department so Steve is always sneaking him food and rubbing his belly for him. Poor bucky keeps outgrowing his shirts and his pants barely go over his ass anymore but he doesn't wanna stop.

Bucky finally has to work from home when he gets too big for his office chair and his belly is almost constantly hanging out. All thanks to steve, of course.

Hello! I'm sorry for only answering this now, buuuuut this ask made me think of a very specific scenario for some reason? So, I hope you'll enjoy reading this... imagine? ficlet? this is neither edited nor proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes

Alright, I immediately jumped to Bucky working from home because he's outgrown his office chair. Maybe he hit the weight limit, maybe he's just gotten too wide to comfortably fit between the arm rests. Maybe he’s a gainer in this? In any case, he applies to work from home, and they grant him the request (anything to facilitate the kink, right? :D)

Rating: Mature Words: 1638 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Stuffing, Belly Kink, nicknames (pig), allusions to masturbation, mutual pining, maybe slight dub-con (Bucky doesn't know he's unmuted and Steve doesn't tell him right away)

The only requirement is that he has to be "on call" the entire workday. So, the next week on Monday Bucky sits down at his desk at home and logs in to the program his company makes him use for those calls.

And of course Steve picks up. The guy Bucky has had a not so subtle crush on since basically his first day. The blue eyed, blond haired subject of all of Bucky’s dreams, who is also the guy that Bucky has been eating his weight in junk over, because Steve keeps bringing in baked goods and Bucky can never say no to Steve.

On the other end of the call Steve is nervously chewing on his pencil until he finally hears Bucky’s warm voice say “Good morning.” A huge grin appears on his face without him wanting it to, but this is Bucky. So, of course he’s grinning like a maniac.

Bucky is just… Steve had tried to explain it to Nat once, but all he’d gotten out was a stupid “wow”, while grinning the same way he was right now. So, maybe he had a bit of an office crush, it’s normal when you spend 8h a day together, right? Bucky’s video feed is off and Steve is glad he didn’t stupidly turn his own camera on. He was debating it while he waited for Bucky’s call.

“So, do I just do my work, while I stay on this call or…?” Bucky asks when Steve didn’t respond. Steve scrambles out of his daydreams and nods. Then he remembers to actually say “Yes.”

“Alright,” was all that Bucky said and then the little red mute symbol pops up. Steve groans and rubs his hands over his face to get rid of that stupid smile.

“What’s up?” Bucky chimes back in, when Steve yelps in surprise, he adds, “you didn’t mute yourself. I could hear you… being annoyed, I think.”

“Sorry, Mondays.”

“Yeah,” Steve hears something crunching, “though my day has actually been pretty good so far.”

“Are you eating breakfast right now?” Steve looks at the clock—9:03 am.

“Nah, post-breakfast snack. I was craving something crunchy like those pig's ears you brought in on Friday.”

“That just sounds disgusting. Just call it a palm heart or a palmier.” Steve said the name of the pastry in a French accent in an effort to make Bucky laugh and when he did, his heart fluttered with a burst of warmth.

“Well, I’m having some cereal to make up for not having any pastries around.”

“Some?” Steve asked. He sobered quickly at the mention of what Bucky was actually eating, he hated how badly he was hiding his excitement at hearing what Bucky was eating. He’d been “subtly” pushing food on him since Bucky had first started working at the office. Steve doesn’t know a lot about flirting, but providing food seemed like a natural place to start.

Except he’s been stuck there for close to a year now. Every day he’d promise himself to finally ask Bucky out when he brings him one of the pastries, he brought in from that bakery on his way to the office, but when he’s actually looking at Bucky’s face, that lights up when he sees the sugary treat, Steve can never work up the courage and just slinks back to his own desk. And now Bucky wasn’t even in the office anymore.

Because you’ve fattened him up too much, a traitorous voice whispers in the back of Steve’s mind. It not like Steve was forcing Bucky to eat what he brought in, but all those treats right there in the break room surely weren’t helping with Bucky’s expanding waistline. Or those lunches they started taking together, where Steve always suggested they go out to eat instead of sharing a packed lunch in the break room. So, yeah, Steve wasn’t really at fault. Then why did he feel so goddamned proud whenever he saw Bucky’s shirts getting too small and the armrests on his chair digging into his plush sides?

Steve snaps back to reality when Bucky starts talking again.

“Just a bowl-full. Well, this is my second bowl, but cereal is pretty much mostly air, right?” They talk (argue) about what’s the best cereal after that, then what Bucky had for breakfast and then they somehow spend the entire morning talking like Bucky was still in the office and not all the way across town. Bucky refills his bowl twice before lunch rolls around at noon.

“Well, I’ll see you after lunch.” Steve reluctantly leaves his desk.

“I’ll be here!” Bucky calls before Steve takes of his headphones and heads into the breakroom to scarf down his lunch. He knows Bucky will probably only get back on the call once he has to work, but some small part of Steve hopes that if he eats fast enough he’ll get to spend at least part of his break chatting with Bucky.

When he makes his way back to his desk, Steve pops his headphones back on, plops down on his chair and immediately freezes at what he’s hearing. Bucky isn’t muted. Steve is listening to Bucky eat some kind of pasta dish, a very saucy pasta dish from the noises he can hear every time Bucky takes a bite and sucks the spaghettis he missed into his mouth. This is Steve’s personal hell, he thinks, it can’t get any worse than this.

Steve is just about to tell Bucky he’s unmuted when he hears him say, unmistakably, “Fucking pig.” It can get worse.

“Such a fat fucking pig.” Bucky muffles his moan with another mouthful of food. He must be close to finishing his food Steve thinks, then he blushes at realising he knows what Bucky sounds like when he’s getting full.

Bucky’s headphones must be lying on the desk, because they pick up the slide of skin on skin perfectly and Steve leans closer to his monitor even though there isn’t an image. He presses his hands over his headphones to make sure he hears all the little sounds Bucky is making and then he jolts back when Bucky burps loudly.

Steve’s eyes scan the office to make sure no one saw him jumping around on his chair like a scaredy cat, but no one is around. No one is around to see Steve listen very intently to his co-worker eating lunch. Stuffing himself.— Brain.Steve scolds himself, but then Bucky moans again and Steve can’t help but scoot his chair closer. One, to hide his growing erection and two, because logic has left his brain and he needs to get closer to hear better apparently. Steve turns up the volume and then takes his headphones off to make sure it’s no so loud that anyone walking by could hear the sound.

“Fuck, so good,” Bucky groans and Steve can hear his cutlery cluttering onto the desk. He can hear clothes rustling and suddenly the sound of Bucky rubbing his hands over the taut skin of his belly is back. It overtakes the connection for a long moment, that and Bucky’s shallow breathing.

“Best penne and pizza? Yeah, I can believe that.” Steve can hear Bucky’s chair groaning under him. Three suffering clicks from the chair and another pained belch from Bucky.

“If you keep eating like this you’re gonna get fat, Barnes.” Bucky chuckles to himself, “well, fatter.” Bucky exhales heavily, Steve can hear him shift again and his breathing gets heavier.

“Only thing missing is dessert. That’d make a real glutton outta me, not just overeating at lunch, but eating more sugar after,” Steve hears the familiar sound of Bucky popping his button to get comfortable, but Bucky doesn’t stop there, Steve hears the zipper being pulled down too. Steve’s heart skips a beat. Is he gonna—

“Get some feeder to bring it to me, some rich chocolate cake. No, ah, those little cake pops, that— that Steve brought in.” Steve holds his breath when he hears his own name in Bucky’s voice, the emphasis Bucky puts on his name.

“Steve—” He hears a bottle cap being snapped open. Ok, nope, this is too far, Steve decides and reaches for the mouse.

“Oh, my God, Bucky. You’re unmuted!” Steve just about shouts into the microphone. He immediately hears something clatter to the floor and then Bucky swearing.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was just— This isn’t what it looks like. I’m— I was— How long were you listening?” The tips of Steve’s ears are burning and the blush is working it’s way down over Steve’s face.

“A few— just a bit. You said my name.” Steve adds, hopeful, even though Bucky was probably more worried about his co-worker almost catching him jerking off. Listening to him jerk off.

“Great, are we going straight to HR or is tomorrow fine?” Bucky asked resigned.

“How about dinner?” Steve didn’t know where he plucked the courage from, but when Bucky didn’t answer right away whatever ounce of courage had possessed him left just as quickly.

“I’m sorry—"

“No. No, yeah, that’s fine. Great! That sounds good.” Bucky floundered a bit but Steve couldn’t wipe that grin of his face again.

“Tonight?” Bucky added.

“It’s a date.”

#asks #chubby bucky #office au #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #belly kink #stuffing

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olicitysecretsanta · 7 years ago

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For: Madalyn, @imusuallyobsessed Wishing you a very happy holiday season and bright, hopeful New Year! - Jenn @jennonthewire (graphic created for this work: @sharilynn87 )

Twitterpated an olicity AU

Monday, November 5, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h I just met my future husband. He doesn’t know it yet. We locked eyes in the elevator and he sorta smiled. Obviously, we’re meant to be. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen yes, but you didn’t SEE him. Total fire. FUEEEGOOOOOOO. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen and @speedster89 Unfortunately, I have no idea who The Husband is IRL but in this dream sequence HE IS MINE. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen and @speedster89 I’m not going to worry about him seeing my twitter, Barry. I have all of 11 (wonderful!) followers & it’s private. He’s probably here for a meeting or something. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 30m THE HUSBAND IS OUR NEW CEO FRAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKK Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 28m UPDATE 1 FROM THE BATHROOM: JUST MET THE HUSBAND AS IN THE NEWLY APPOINTED CEO AS IN OLIVER FRACKING QUEEN. HOW DID I NOT RECOGNIZE OLIVER MY MIDDLE NAME IS TABLOID PLAYBOY QUEEN.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 27m UPDATE 2 FROM THE BATHROOM: IN CASE ANYONE IS WONDERING: A HAIRCUT, DESIGNER SUIT, AND STUBBLE CAN COMPLETELY CONCEAL YOUR IDENTITY. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 26m Replying to @speedster89 coming from a guy who wears comic book paraphernalia daily, this means nothing. I’d make a bet you’re wearing a Flash t-shirt under your suit jacket today, but frankly I’m tired of taking your money so easily. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 25m Update 3 from the bathroom: I am slightly calmer. I definitely did not mention his dead dad within the first two minutes of meeting THE NEW FRACKING CEO BECAUSE YES OF COURSE I MENTIONED HIS DEAD DAD I AM A MONSTER Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 24m Replying to @speedster89 DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, ALLEN. DO NOT. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 22m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen All he said was: “Felicity Smoak? Hi. I’m Oliver Queen.” And then I said, “Oh, I know who you are. You’re Mr. Queen.” And he said, “Mr. Queen was my father. Call me Oliver.” Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 22m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen not done…wait for it…I said: “right, because he died. He’s dead. Your dad. Not that you need to be reminded.” Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 20m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen oh yes, yes I did. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 18m Poll Will I get fired today? Yes: 80% No: 20% Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 17m Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. Much appreciated ……….. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 16m Update 3: leaving the bathroom. Must continue working and being a human despite finding and losing future husband due to highly offensive verbal diarrhea and oh, right HE’S MY BOSS

Friday, November 9, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h Update from the bathroom: EPIC FAIL FRIENDS. Almost latte’d the husband’s shoes. Hiding out in bathroom until coast is clear. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen I ran into him. Like, directly ran head first into his wall of a chest. And I maybe pet him, just a little. I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF OK. I JUST COULDN’T. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen nope, the latte went flying to the floor and I went crashing into the husband - who caught me btw. Excellent reflexes. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen I had my hands out in front of me to stop the impending floor collision. So instead of hitting the floor, The Husband caught me. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 58m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen I pet his suit jacket just a little. You know, smoothing out the wrinkles. And then because it’s me, I. Made. It. Worse.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 55m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen um Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 50m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen FINE. I maybe said something along the lines of “you’re so hard” and then it spiraled from there…………………….. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 48m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen thankfully I stopped myself from mentioning his well tailored pants. Early Hanukkah miracle. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 37m Did I just sexually harass my boss? Should I report myself to HR? What do I do now? Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 30m Poll: Will I get fired today? Yes: 100% No: 0% Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 10m HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. SOS. SOS. MAYDAY. THE HUSBAND REPLACED ABOVE MENTIONED LATTE.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 10m IT WAS WAITING ON MY DESK WITH A NOTE. HOLY SHIT.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9m I AM DECEASED

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 8m Someone call my mother. Tell her I died. Please don’t let her bury me in sequins.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen the note said: Fridays are hard. Hope this helps. -O

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen THIS IS NOT CUTE WEST NOT CUTE AT ALL

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 4m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen and @speedster89 STOP IT YOU TWO I AM SERIOUS HERE. THE HUSBAND WAS IN. MY. OFFICE. HE. BOUGHT. ME. A. LATTE. HE IS STILL MY BOSS WHO I SEXUALLY HARASSED BY ACCIDENT. Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1m @Iris_WestAllen and @speedster89 are the worst friends ever. 0/10 do not recommend.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h That moment when you’re called to the boss’s office and he happens to be your imaginary husband…

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen no, I did not re-apply my lipstick before going up there. He is still my boss. Give me a little credit.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen fine, I lied.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 1: Blue suit + blue eyes = my death

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 2: He apparently thinks INTERNET EXPLORER is a preferable browsing option and does NOT CARE that he is hurting my soul.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 20m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen dollars to donuts, he was not paying attention to my lipstick or anything else I was wearing.

Tuesday, November, 20, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 8h Adding “Personal Internet Researcher for Oliver Queen” to my resume.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h 5pm on the day before Thanksgiving and what am I doing? NOT GETTING ON MY TRAIN TO @Iris_WestAllen @speedster89

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h I see you all asking (ok, no one is asking whatever. I’ll just be over here, SHOUTING INTO THE VOID): Felicity, why aren’t you heading to Central City to spend the holiday with your friends?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Well let me fill you in, Internet Void, since you’ve asked so kindly. I am sitting at my desk surrounded by ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE doing my boss’s job because EEOC and obviously PICNIC.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Tell me why I work here again?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Replying to @speedster89 yes, Barry. I remember that it’s my job and it pays the bills. And no, boss as in my immediate supervisor and not The Husband who is the Boss of All Bosses.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h @Iris_WestAllen @speedster89 sorry again you guys. I wish I was on that train.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen @speedster89 I love you both, too.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Called to The Husband’s office this morning for an emergency. Interoffice message said: 911 CEO. Apparently, 2 Master’s degrees from MIT mean you respond when said CEO spills his coffee ALL OVER HIS LAPTOP.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h I suppose I should be thankful he didn’t mistake the CD-ROM for a cup holder.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 20m Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 3: Apparently he likes flavored coffee because this computer smells distinctly of blueberry.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 7h Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 4: His sister is gorgeous but I also get the vibe that she could kill a guy with her bare hands. Awesome.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 7h Also, I was able to refrain from talking about The Husband’s chest, eyes, hair, smile, voice, etc. when talking to previously mentioned sister.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 stop knowing me so well, Allen.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I maybe sorta kinda just once mentioned his …. package?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I KNOW GUYS. I KNOW.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen no, his sister just laughed a little? Or more like smirked. And his eyes got really wide like a cartoon and then he just shook his head and smiled at me.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen don’t know. I ran out of there as fast as possible afterward. Took a detour through accounts payable and customer service just to be safe.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h OH SHIT

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Apparently, The Husband’s sister knows where the IT Department is…

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Is it bad that I hid under my desk to avoid her?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 I have no idea what she wanted Barry, obviously, unless she wants to file a complaint against me???????

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 one would assume, but I don’t knowwwww maybe she wanted to tell me about the complaint first? Look the accused in the eyes or whatever.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 remember how we’ve been over that it’s invalidating when you tell me I’m being crazy and your refusal to acknowledge my anxiety is hurtful?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 apology accepted. Now, do I report myself to HR before or after my Future Sister-In-Law has the chance?

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Today The Husband called me “remarkable” and I had to refrain from asking him if he’d prefer Bali or Aruba for our honeymoon.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h The world has ended.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Replying to @speedster89 my boss just apologized for making me miss my train on Thanksgiving????

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 5h Replying to @speedster89 not in those words exactly, but something about being sorry I had to work late to cover for him??????????? Said he was “informed” but not by who… whaaaaaatt

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Replying to @speedster89 I told you: The. World. Has. Ended. He also approved 2 days of comp time to use whenever I want???!!!???

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Poll: Am I actually being fired and they’re letting me down easy? Yes: 70% No: 30%

Monday, December 3, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 7h Secret Snowflake drawing at the office this morning has yielded Muriel, purveyor of the Secretarial Arts in the department of Distribution and Receiving, 9th Floor.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Replying to @speedster89 seeing as Muriel is 8 years past retirement and thinks faxing is “new fangled,” I think we’re safe with her not using twitter.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Unless my one new follower is Muriel, in which case sorry to spoil your Snowflake surprise: it’s a personalized coffee mug I just ordered from Etsy. Chag Sameach!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 5: His bodyguard has arms the size of bowling balls.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Things I Have Learned About The Husband, Volume 6: He keeps a pair of running shoes under his desk. Apparently, he likes running.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAlen I had to reconnect his cables.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen NOT LIKE THAT PERV

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen yes, I was under his desk. No, he was not sitting at said desk at the time. He very politely moved to the other side of the room. I just happened to see the sneaks & asked.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen totally professional small talk.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h I definitely did not say “I can tell” when he said he likes to be careful about what he puts in his body.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen of course I said it. Don’t you know me well enough by now to read my sarcasm via tweet?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Uh…….?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Apparently my Secret Snowflake is really into holidays?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @speedster89 there are two wrapped gifts on my desk. A shirt box size and another small box.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @speedster89 because there’s a card that says: A gift for each night. Happy Hanukkah, Felicity. Your Secret Snowflake

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @speedster89 no idea. Pretty sure that’s why it’s called “Secret Snowflake.” Someone who knows me well enough to know I’m Jewish.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Replying to @speedster89 honestly, not anyone I can think of at QC. I don’t exactly make many friends down here in Mordor.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen $25 limit but you’re supposed to give little hints throughout the month leading up to the gift exchange at the holiday party. Not that anyone ever guesses since we have 2500 employees but whatever.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I made Muriel a singing Christmas card with her grandkids photos I stole off FB & sent under a fake email.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I snuck up to the 7th floor break room at lunch and she was telling everyone about it. Apparently it’s a hit with her friends in Boca.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 2h Secret Snowflake gift 1: dreidel print pj pants. Super soft and adorable. Idk who you are, Snowflake, but I’m feeling comfy and festive. Toda!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 4h Ok, so… I think my Snowflake has definitely been in my office before, which is leading me to believe it might be someone in my own department.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 4h Replying to @speedster89 I never said “hate” … just, strong dislike. And not “everyone.” There’s like, 2 people who are ok and not completely incompetent.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 4h Secret Snowflake gift 2: Barbara Gordon funko!!!!! Oracle will find her new home at the desk of one Felicity Meghan Smoak tomorrow morning!

Monday, December 10, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 8h Considering there’s a tiny wrapped gift on my desk, I’m ruling out anyone in IT as I’m always here first.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 8h Replying to @speedster89 hold your horses, Allen. I’m getting to it. You’re as impatient as the Ancient Greeks in a chariot race.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 8h Secret Snowflake gift 3: A TINY EMOJI KEYCHAIN WITH GLASSES.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 8h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen super cute. Although, I’m pretty sure this adds up to $25 and I don’t know how I feel about my Snowflake going above the spending limit.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 7h Secret Snowflake, who are you?

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Haven’t seen The Husband in exactly one week.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen I wasn’t implying anything. Just stating facts.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen of course I would like to see him. His face is stupid attractive, as is the rest of him.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen obviously there’s more to him than that, Iris! He’s much smarter and insightful than anyone gives him credit for, himself included.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen He loves his sister and I’m pretty sure his bodyguard is more of his friend than employee meaning he’s good to the people he cares about.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen And he set up a new initiative to bring manufacturing back to the Glades. He’s having the old QC warehouse remodeled. It’ll bring hundreds of jobs to the city.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen we talk sometimes, when I’m helping with his tech issues. I’ve told you nothing other people wouldn’t notice, too.

Felicity @ghostfoxgodddess 9h Replying to @Iris_WestAllen your gif choice is not appreciated.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Secret Snowflake is a ninja.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h I was gone for literally 5 minutes and SOMEHOW A PRESENT HAS APPEARED.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 5h Secret Snowflake gift 4: a pack of red pens. Useful and handy. Smoak approved for all your correction needs.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h The novelty has worn off. I hate mysteries. They need to be solved.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen SECRET SNOWFLAKE SENT AN INTERN WITH MY LUNCH ORDER. AND IT WAS CORRECT. 100% CORRECT.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen EVEN WITH SUBBING ITALIAN DRESSING ON MY CAESAR SALAD INSTEAD OF CAESAR. HOW DID THEY KNOW THAT?????

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I did not yell at the intern. I simply asked him to tell me who had sent him with my lunch.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 6h Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I was perfectly calm. Until he called me “ma’am.” And then I maybe used my loud voice.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Replying to @speedster89 @ Iris_WestAllen Unclear. He started running before I could ask any more questions.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 6h Touche, Secret Snowflake. I was actually really hungry.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h OH MY GOOGLE

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 2h Secret Snowflake. What have you done?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Please tell me you didn’t steal this.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 2h Replying to @speedster89 it’s a Pebble.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 2h Replying to @speedster89 no, not like a rock Barry. Seriously?! The Pebble - it’s a wearable. Super innovative tech. Not even AVAILABLE to the public until next year.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 2h Forget ninja. My Secret Snowflake is likely a felon. FBI/CIA/NSA if you’re reading this tweet (of course you are), please note in my file: I DO NOT CONDONE THEFT.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h This thing is so cool.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 1h And by “cool” I meant “hopefully not stolen.”

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 20m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen it would cost a small fortune even for a prototype. The kickstarter was set at 150k.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 18m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen someone with a lot of money/connections or a felon. That’s it.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 17m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen I don’t know any felons.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 16m Replying to @Iris_WestAllen to paraphrase @speedster89 you’re cray cray

Friday, December 14, 2012

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 3h Almost quitting time and no Secret Snowflake. Idk if I’m disappointed or relieved.

Later that evening…

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h When the doorbell rings and you think it’s the take-out dim sum you ordered arriving early and it’s actually a note & bottle of red Chateau Lafite Rothschild 1982…

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h I’m having a crisis.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 1h Replying to @speedster89 I’m well aware of that, Barry. It’s not just expensive. It’s…frack.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 57m Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen I might have mentioned to a certain someone that this particular vintage would be a nice engagement gift for a certain someone’s mother and future step-father.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 56m Replying to @speedster89 @Iris_WestAllen and maybe that certain someone promised a bottle in return for excessive IT support far below her paygrade and skill level that was declined because HELLO EXPENSIVE.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 55m I can’t believe you did all of this.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddes 54m For me.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 53m Replying to Iris_WestAllen yes, I think you were right. Are you happy to hear that now?

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 48m Replying to Iris_WestAllen Thank you. I will try and remember that. You are also amazing and beautiful and badass.

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 10m Secret Snowflake, if you are who I think you might be… then, yes. I’ll be happy to meet you tomorrow night at the holiday party.

December 31, 2014

Felicity @ghostfoxgoddess 10m When The Husband becomes The Fiance…

Oliver @RobinOfLocksley9m Replying to @ghostfoxgoddess I love you.

Thea @QueenofHearts 8m Replying to @ghostfoxgoddess @RobinOfLocksley see what happens when you let me snoop? BOOM. Legitimate Wifey status.

Oliver @RobinOfLocksley Replying to @ghostfoxgoddess @QueenofHearts this is the only time your scheming has ever worked out.

Thea @QueenofHearts Replying to @ghostfoxgoddess @RobinOfLocksley only takes once, brother dear.

Barry @speedster89 Replying to @ghostfoxgoddess @RobinOfLocksley @QueenofHearts told you he’d see your twitter….

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