I was challenged again, this time by sohypothetically, to write shopping!Gadge. Here’s my take, rated M as always. Hope you enjoy!

Gale rapped on the door to the dressing room with his knuckles, sighing impatiently. “For Christ’s sake, Madge,” he grumbled. “The hell is taking you so long?” He heard a shuffling and then the door cracked open slightly, just her head sticking out. “Oh, so you are alive.”

“Funny,” Madge frowned. “I don’t know if I like them.”

“What,” Gale scowled, “the matching set?” What did it matter? He was going to be tearing the bra and panties off the first chance he got anyway. “Then don’t get it.” Madge looked into the hallway and saw it void of workers. She reached out and grabbed Gale’s wrist, tugging him into the dressing room and shutting the door behind him. “Madge—” he protested, but it died when he saw what she was wearing. “Okay,” he exhaled. “You’re getting the set.”

It was black and lacy, covering her porcelain skin absolutely perfectly. She bit down on her bottom lip and looked in the mirror at herself, her eyes studying her curves. “I don’t know,” she tried again. “I just—” she quieted down as he stepped forward, sliding his hands around her waist. “You like it?”

“It’ll look better off than on,” Gale growled. He dipped down and kissed her neck, her throat. “But I am definitely not opposed to the set.”

“Gale,” Madge stretched her neck, allowing him more access to her skin. “We’re in public.”

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Her voice was echoing around him and Gale couldn’t place it. She was moving as she spoke, her invisibility throwing him off. “You don’t get it,” Madge said. “I’m not your enemy!”

"You work for them," Gale hissed. Fire was burning in his veins as he spun, desperately trying to locate her. He was ready to shoot as soon as he could find her. 

"I’m on your side," she whispered. He was startled her voice was so close, Gale could almost feel her warmth. She flickered back to reality and Gale realized she was right beside him. He had never been this close to her, never gotten a good enough glimpse of her golden hair and bright blue eyes. "It’s all for show, working with Capitol Corporations."

His hands dropped to her shoulders and she tensed, feeling the fire underneath them. “Why?” Gale growled. “Why would any work with them?! They’re trying to destroy people like us!” 

His grip was fierce but Madge held her ground. “They’re trying to make more of us,” she told him quietly. “In all the wrong ways. I’m trying to stop it.”

It’s totally not ridiculous for me to wear these to the Clippy bobblehead game, right?

Relatedly, I’m going to be getting to the park ass early on Clip bobble day (bc if I don’t get a Tyler Clippard bobblehead I will shank someone probably), but once I’m in I’m going to have massive amounts of time to kill. If anyone’s going you should hit me up, we can grab a beer or look at ridiculous jewelry made out of baseballs or just cry about the Nats, idk.

OH GOD OKAY BUT DEREK !!!! TREATING STILES LIKE HE’S FRAGILE WHEN HE FINDS OUT STILES IS SICK. NO MORE OF THE ANTAGONISTIC BANTER OR SHOVING OR TOUCHING. IT ALL SUDDENLY GETS VERY HESITANT AND CAREFUL AND KIND !!!!

LIKE DEREK CUPPING HIS ELBOW WHEN THEY WALK UP STAIRS. DEREK HOLDING HIS HAND OUT BEHIND STILES BACK BUT NOT QUITE TOUCHING AS THEY WALK. DEREK OFFERING TO GRAB THINGS SO STILES DOESN’T HAVE TO GET UP AND GET IT HIMSELF. DEREK NO LONGER BEING COMFORTABLE EVEN LAYING A COMMISERATING HAND ON STILES’ SHOULDER BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HE’S NOT ALLOWED, HE FEELS LIKE AN ASSHOLE AND A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR BEING SO CARELESS WITH STILES’ FRAGILITY BEFORE EVEN THOUGH IT WASN’T MALICIOUS, PERSE. AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG THIS DISEASE HAS BEEN LURKING IN STILES’ HEAD, REALLY. DEREK TORTURES HIMSELF OVER IT ALL BECAUSE IT WOULD BE JUST HIS LUCK THAT A JOKING HEAD-TO-THE-STEERING-WHEEL WOULD HAVE AWAKENED THE DETERIORATION IN STILES’ BRAIN. BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS DEREK’S FAULT.

AND THEN OF COURSE STILES GRIPING BECAUSE HE HATES FEELING LIKE AN INVALID— “DEREK, WHAT THE FUCK, IT’S JUST MY BRAIN THAT’S FALLING TO PIECES. I’M PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF WALKING UP THE GOD DAMN STAIRS.” “DEREK, IF YOU APOLOGIZE ONE MORE TIME FOR YOUR ARM BRUSHING MINE I AM GOING TO FIND ALLISON’S BIGGEST GUN AND SHOVE IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS.” “I SWEAR TO GOD, DEREK. TRY TO FOLLOW ME TO THE BATHROOM AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. I FUCKING DARE YOU.”

AND MAYBE BROKENLY: “Derek… Stop looking at me like that.” Derek swallows, feigns ease. “Like what?” Stiles stares up at him, the turn of his mouth furious but his eyes pleading, desperate. “Like when you see me, all you can see is my headstone.”

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