“Monday,” he said, as if he’d anticipated her question. He lifted his cup on her side of the table soon after. There was still some coffee in it too. How generous *curses* man, sweet.
“Since we’re together, like you wanted, we should learn to share things.” Now her reasoning made sense, he was just sure she didn’t mean any of it. She cracks me up.
“Does this feel like a date to you? I mean… a diner, you, me… you eating food that I paid?" Holy fucking hell, I love this guy. I did not see THAT remark coming (which is why I love this fic, I suppose, because it's no way near predictable).
“See,” he said. “You didn’t wanna hear.” *LAUGHS*
“Let me tell you something, you little prick,” she hissed harshly at him. “Werewolves don’t date. We just-”
“Mate for life?” He suggested getting the little colour that was left on her face to drain away instantly. You know that feeling in the back of your throat, down in the pit of your stomach; that feeling you get when you're reading really good smut and you feel like giggling, only you can't, because your voice doesn't work? I swear, my heart skipped a beat at that. Because who the fuck doesn't LOVE the idea of mating for life? Well, I dunno, some don't I guess, but you know me and you know how it makes me feel. It's like... the best thing ever. So, excuse me, while I go and try to swallow. It seems my throat has stopped working because of that one simple sentence.
“I’m not even hungry anymore,” she whispered and was about to get up and take off, only Jason got up first and moved to the other side of the table, sitting right next to her to force her back down without making a big fuss.
“Sit back down and finish your fucking plate Ginger,” he ordered, pushing her down from her shoulder. That's his style, isn't it? Without making a big fuss. He's persistent when he wants something, but he doesn't care for the drama and the sorts. He wants things handled without those. He's yet again taking charge and that's totally sexy, haha.
He forgot all about Ginger here and all he saw was a bitch that questioned his authority in this companionship while she still owed him. “I’ll kill you,” Jason promised, dead serious. SO SEXY.
He pulled up his jacket from the radiator and tested it all around, finding it surprisingly dry by now. He then lifted the jacket for her to see. “Look, Fitz, almost dry.”
Just like that. Like nothing had just happened. I know I'm running out of words here, as the only things I can think of are like 'hot' and 'sexy' but well, he totally is.
Okay, seriously, this fic is what should've happened in Ginger Snaps 3. Not that I don't like the movie as it is, but, like... shit. This would've been so good. Of course, in that case, in UNLEASHED Tyler would've helped Brigitte escape and they'd lived happily ever after -- at least till someone comes to 'fuck their lives up', you know.
Are you saying Jason's unpredictable? Dude, you always predict this stuff? WTF?!
I've tried to make Jason into a sort of a simple guy, whereas it's Ginger who's trying to complicate every matter any way she can. I love his character totally too though it's sometimes hard to keep him close enough to his canon!self.
EXACTLY! I think that's the reason why I love this so much because I simply cannot predict him. It's so damn refreshing, you know and every nifty remark he makes has me snickering and craving for more - so far their conversations haven't been long, which is probably totally intentional on your part and I get that. She isn't the type to chat with him about random things because he wouldn't understand her the way B would anyways.
I think no matter where you go with his character, it could still be desrcribed as canon!jason somehow 'cause, dude, he went through some changes and so everything you choose to write is justified, if you know what I mean... so don't worry about that. You're doing (truly) great job :)
*curses* man, sweet.
“Since we’re together, like you wanted, we should learn to share things.” Now her reasoning made sense, he was just sure she didn’t mean any of it.
She cracks me up.
“Does this feel like a date to you? I mean… a diner, you, me… you eating food that I paid?"
Holy fucking hell, I love this guy. I did not see THAT remark coming (which is why I love this fic, I suppose, because it's no way near predictable).
“See,” he said. “You didn’t wanna hear.”
*LAUGHS*
“Let me tell you something, you little prick,” she hissed harshly at him. “Werewolves don’t date. We just-”
“Mate for life?” He suggested getting the little colour that was left on her face to drain away instantly.
You know that feeling in the back of your throat, down in the pit of your stomach; that feeling you get when you're reading really good smut and you feel like giggling, only you can't, because your voice doesn't work? I swear, my heart skipped a beat at that. Because who the fuck doesn't LOVE the idea of mating for life? Well, I dunno, some don't I guess, but you know me and you know how it makes me feel. It's like... the best thing ever. So, excuse me, while I go and try to swallow. It seems my throat has stopped working because of that one simple sentence.
“I’m not even hungry anymore,” she whispered and was about to get up and take off, only Jason got up first and moved to the other side of the table, sitting right next to her to force her back down without making a big fuss.
“Sit back down and finish your fucking plate Ginger,” he ordered, pushing her down from her shoulder.
That's his style, isn't it? Without making a big fuss. He's persistent when he wants something, but he doesn't care for the drama and the sorts. He wants things handled without those. He's yet again taking charge and that's totally sexy, haha.
He forgot all about Ginger here and all he saw was a bitch that questioned his authority in this companionship while she still owed him. “I’ll kill you,” Jason promised, dead serious.
SO SEXY.
He pulled up his jacket from the radiator and tested it all around, finding it surprisingly dry by now. He then lifted the jacket for her to see. “Look, Fitz, almost dry.”
Just like that. Like nothing had just happened.
I know I'm running out of words here, as the only things I can think of are like 'hot' and 'sexy' but well, he totally is.
Okay, seriously, this fic is what should've happened in Ginger Snaps 3. Not that I don't like the movie as it is, but, like... shit. This would've been so good. Of course, in that case, in UNLEASHED Tyler would've helped Brigitte escape and they'd lived happily ever after -- at least till someone comes to 'fuck their lives up', you know.
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I've tried to make Jason into a sort of a simple guy, whereas it's Ginger who's trying to complicate every matter any way she can. I love his character totally too though it's sometimes hard to keep him close enough to his canon!self.
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I think no matter where you go with his character, it could still be desrcribed as canon!jason somehow 'cause, dude, he went through some changes and so everything you choose to write is justified, if you know what I mean... so don't worry about that. You're doing (truly) great job :)
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