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Fashion and Flames Miniseries (200 Fic Celebration)

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Chapter 1: 2nd Time Around

Chapter 2: Sabotages

Chapter 3: Break In

Chapter 4: Up in Flames

Chapter 5: Cruella De Vil

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Fashion and Flames Chapter 5: Cruella De Vil- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: As Angela and Jasper become close while working on Cruella’s master plan, feelings finally surface between them but with no time for them to do anything about them. Will they finally get their happy ending? 

Word Count: 2.1k

Cruella, Artie and Angela arrived at an unfamiliar (to the last two) house less than an hour later with their little tribe of dressmakers in tow. They walked in without knocking and Cruella faced the group. 

“Alright everyone, find a free space and get to work. The Baroness’ charity gala is this weekend, we don’t have time to waste,” she instructed firmly before facing Angela. “Angie, there’s someone who wants to see you. Come along.” The girl shot Artie a confused look before obeying the woman, following her upstairs. 

“Who is it?” She inquired, not even attempting to hide the curiosity in her tone. 

“Always so impatient, Angela,” the woman teased over her shoulder as she walked over to a window, gesturing to it. “Go on.” Angela raised an eyebrow at her incredulously, but sighed and looked out the window once Cruella shot her a pointed look. She instantly lit up when she realized that Jasper was standing on the small balcony outside, facing the sun as it began to set. She had no idea how he wasn’t still in jail, but to be honest she really didn’t care.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Cruella muttered before walking away, but Angela barely heard her. She was thankful that she opted for pants instead of a skirt today as she carefully opened the window and climbed through. Jasper turned around upon hearing shuffling behind him, and a smile immediately appeared on his face as Angela made her way over to him. 

“Hi,” she muttered before she could stop herself. She didn’t really know what else to say as she stared up at him. Maybe she was still in disbelief about the situation. 

“Hey,” he breathed out, his smile widening. Angela opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t find any words. She finally closed her mouth and instead pulled him into a tight hug. Jasper was obviously surprised by the suddenness of it, but he found himself hugging back immediately. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she all but whimpered, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I thought you guys…” She couldn’t finish her thought, not even wanting to tempt the possibility. 

“Hey, look at me,” he instructed, to which she obliged. “We’re okay, all of us. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” She had to admit his words comforted her, but it didn’t take back the absolute fear she felt when she first read that newspaper. It seemed that he could tell what she was thinking because he attempted to lighten the mood. 

“Were you worried about us?” He teased lightheartedly, which made her giggle as she looked at him once more. 

“You would love it if I was, wouldn’t you?” She responded in the same tone. Jasper shrugged with a nonchalant look, but he grinned when the girl laughed again. 

“Well, I was worried about you,” he responded simply. “I didn’t know what you’d think when you heard about the fire.”

“I knew that you guys didn’t do it,” she said genuinely, moving to take a seat on the edge of the balcony. “You may not have liked Cruella’s attitude, but not enough for murder or arson, especially of your own home.” Jasper chuckled as he sat beside her. 

“Very true,” he muttered before looking at her. “I missed you.” Angela couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips. 

“It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen you,” she pointed out. 

“Still,” he shrugged. She grinned softly then rested her hand over his. 

“If it’s any consolation, I missed you too.” That made him grin once more, and he turned his hand over and grasped hers. They sat there for a minute before a knock was heard on the window, which effectively caught their attention. 

“Sorry lovebirds, Cruella wants us to get to work,” Artie called from the other side of the window with a bright smile. The nickname made both of them blush, and Angela was quick to avert her eyes from Jasper’s shy gaze. Her eyes caught Artie’s before he turned, and he shot his friend an apologetic smile. She brushed it off before facing the man beside her. 

“I’ll see you later?” She asked hopefully, receiving a nod from him. 

“Definitely.” Angela nodded and stood, dusting herself off. She offered him a quick goodbye before climbing back through the window to find Artie, leaving the man watching after her longingly (though she didn’t see it). 

Work had been almost nonstop since the plan was set in motion, but Angela didn’t mind. She loved the adrenaline that ran through John’s house at all times. Everyone was excited to be on board and they wanted to make it perfect just as much as Cruella did. Unfortunately, Angela didn’t get the chance to talk to Jasper until the day of the charity gala as she had to help a few others with last minute details then had to get ready herself. 

Angela dressed in a form fitting half black and half white gown with off the shoulder short sleeves and pulled her hair up into a bun. Once she was happy with her look, she decided to go around and help anyone who needed help getting ready. The first door she happened upon was Jasper’s, who had opened it just enough for someone to see through. 

The man in question was standing at a full length mirror fully dressed, aside from his tie. He looked wonderful, Angela thought. The suit really did him justice because it was like him: simple. Jasper never cared for extravagant outfits, and that opinion has stayed with him to this day. He was just wearing a simple tux, nothing added, just the suit. He seemed to be focused on his appearance though, as he hadn’t greeted her, or noticed her at all. Upon closer inspection, Angela realized he was having trouble with his bowtie. She knocked twice on the door, waiting for him to call her in before entering.

“Having trouble Jas?” she inquired in a teasing tone. His shoulders shook as he chuckled and  turned around to make a witty comeback, but paused. Any retort he had died on his tongue as he looked her up and down in shock, which made Angela smile. 

“Wow, uh, you look incredible,” he complimented, still looking blown away. She blushed in response and absentmindedly smoothed her dress down. 

“Thank you, but that’s not why I’m here. Give me your bowtie please,” she instructed, holding her hand out for the piece of fabric. Jasper looked like he wanted to protest, but ultimately gave in. The girl thanked him and stepped closer, wrapping the tie around the back of his neck. Her eyes stayed on his neck as she tied it, too shy to look into his eyes with how close they were. Meanwhile, he couldn’t find it in himself to look away from her. She looked so cute when she concentrated, usually she hit her lip but not tonight unless she wanted to risk ruining her lipstick. 

Once she was done, she straightened out his tie then slid her hand to the collar of his nice shirt and folded it down. Only then did she finally look at him.  

“All done,” she broke off, noticing the look he was giving her. She couldn’t quite figure out the look in his eyes, but she knew that it was nothing bad. 

“I- uh,” she started, but she had no words to finish her thought. Not like she had the chance anyway. 

“Time to go!” Artie called down the hall. Both their heads snapped to the doorway, then to each other. 

“I- uh, I should be going,” Angela muttered quickly, stepping away from him and ignoring the loss she felt from not being so close to him anymore. 

“Right,” he responded with an awkward smile. “Uh, good luck.” His hands went into his pockets as she shot him a dazzling smile. 

“You as well. See you out there,” she responded before walking out of his room, closing the door behind her and trying to get her heart rate back to normal.

She arrived with Artie, showing their “invitation” to John, who let them in with a knowing look. They gave him their coats then headed to the ballroom filled with black and white wigs in memory of Cruella before splitting up to make sure that everything went according to plan. She caught Jasper’s eyes several times, which made her grin and look away shyly, practically hearing his chuckle from across the room without looking at him.

With one last nod to each other, Angela sent him a wink and continued to walk around. Once it was time to get everyone outside to the cliff, Angela went arm in arm with Artie to see why was happening. The Baroness was talking to Estella right beside the railing between the property and the cliff. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the Baroness hug the girl, then gasped in horror after the woman promptly pushed her over the railing. Angela’s knees buckled under her, but she quickly caught herself so she didn’t bump into Artie. All breath left her lungs as the Baroness began claiming that Estella had jumped. Just faintly, she could feel her friend grip her arm. 

“Come on,” he muttered, beginning to pull her towards the front of the mansion. Jasper and John were already there looking like they were waiting for someone. Upon hearing the girl’s sniffle, Jasper turned to the approaching duo. 

“Jas, sh-she- I…Estella-“ she attempted to stutter out, but she had a hard time even doing that. She barely registered the man’s arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. 

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay Angie,” he muttered soothingly, kissing the top of her head. “Just trust us, everything goes according to plan.” That confused Angela. Surely he saw the Baroness push Estella, why was she the only one distraught? 

“What-“ 

“Here she comes,” John informed them, cutting off Angela’s question. She followed the man’s line of sight, and saw a vehicle driving towards them rather quickly. Her eyes widened when she realized that it was a very familiar black and white Panther De Ville. The four of them went back a few steps as the car skidded to a halt in front of them. Everyone else surrounded the now parked car, and the girl’s mouth dropped open as Cruella de Vil stepped out of her car. 

“No way,” she breathed out with a small laugh. 

“Didn’t I tell you to trust us?” Jasper muttered into her ear, arm going around her shoulder and squeezing it. She couldn’t help but laugh and faced him. Before she knew what she was doing, Angela grabbed the folds of his suit jacket and pulled him closer to her, pressing an impassioned kiss to his lips. Though initially surprised at first, Jasper's arms went to her waist and he held her hips firmly in his hands. Angela was the first to pull away, her eyes opening just enough to look at him. 

“I- um...sorry. That was a heat of the moment thing,” she tried to excuse, blushing profusely. The man in front of her only smiled a toothy grin and pulled her even closer to him. 

“I don’t regret it,” he responded at the same volume. “I love you Angela.” His words made her heart swell with joy and a bright smile graced her lips. 

“I love you too.” The man shook his head with a small chuckle. 

“I can’t believe it took two faked deaths and a few days in jail for us to admit it,” he explained upon noticing her curious gaze. That made her giggle. 

“I guess Cruella has rubbed off on us a bit more than we’d like to admit,” she answered, glancing at the still posing woman with a fond look. Jasper nodded, though he was still looking at her. He didn’t get to say anything before someone else spoke.

“Can’t you idiots see,” The Baroness muttered as they passed the group. “That Estella person, that’s a trick! She’s really Cruella!” 

“Cruella de Vil,” Cruella announced with a triumphant smirk. Angela shook her head in disbelief at the sight in front of her as the Baroness was shoved into the police car a few feet away. Camera flashed practically blurred her vision as Cruella urged them to stand beside her for the cameras. She stood to the woman’s right with Jasper on the other side of her, arm still around her waist comfortably. 

Things were much different after that. Angela and Jasper began dating, that one was a no-brainer. Now that the Baroness was in jail, they had no reason to worry about Cruella going crazy for revenge again, and Angela was happy to continue working for her along with Artie, John, Horace and especially Jasper. Angela had always fantasized about getting a happy ending with someone that she loved and they loved her that she read in fairytales. It was a little unorthodox, but she could tell that she got what she wished for. That was enough for her.

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Fashion and Flames Chapter 3: Break In- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela is commissioned by Jasper and Horace to be their getaway driver when they pretend to break into the Baroness’ warehouse and ends up spending the night with them. Just ignore the feelings that have started forming between them. 

Word Count: 2.1k

Angela looked up from her sewing machine as a knock sounded from her door. A sigh left her lips and she hesitantly stood, though she didn’t want to. The fashion flash mob at Regent’s Park was tomorrow and she wanted to finish her project as soon as possible, but it seemed that someone else had a different plan. She walked out of her sewing room and to the front door. It was fair to say that she was surprised to see Jasper and Horace standing on the other side. 

“We need your help breaking into the Baroness’ warehouse,” Jasper said before she could even open her mouth. Her eyebrows shot up and her lips pursed in thought. After staring at them for a moment she finally shrugged. 

“Okay. Let me get my coat,” she responded, leaving the door open as she walked away as an invitation for the men to enter. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see them glance at each other before walking in. 

“Okay?” Jasper repeated confusedly. “No questions asked?” The girl shrugged again and faced them again. 

“Yeah, why not? What are we breaking into the warehouse for?”

“Well, you’re not actually going to break in, per se,” Horace responded as she reached for her coat. That’s what confused Angela, and she faced them once more with furrowed brows. 

“We need a getaway car,” Jasper explained. “We’re still working on ours but this needs to be done asap. Cruella wants to put the Baroness on edge for her plan to go through now that the dress for the Baroness’ show is done.” Angela made a noise of understanding as he helped her into her coat. 

“I see. So what’s the plan?” 

“We wait until dark, after everyone’s gone and no one can see us. You wait outside in the car while Horace and I get in and cause havoc. Your job is to just wait there and drive once we get back out. Got it?” 

“Got it,” she repeated. “I’m afraid I’m pretty boring though. I can’t provide much entertainment aside from my tv while we wait for it to get dark.” Horace shrugged. 

“The game’s probably on,” he responded simply as he made his way over to the couch and took a seat. “Works just fine for me.” After speaking, he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on. Angela shook her head at him amusedly before facing Jasper. 

“I’ll be working in the sewing room if you need me. It’s just the first door on the right here,” she gestured to it. “Make yourself at home, there’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” Jasper nodded and offered her a grateful smile. 

“You mind if I keep you company? I’m not really in the mood to watch the game,” he inquired hopefully, which made the girl smile as well. 

“Of course, come on,” she responded, leading him into the sewing room. They sat side by side and talked about her latest project (and everything else, really) until it got dark. They hadn’t even realized the sun had gone down until Horace knocked on the door to inform them. From there, Angela allowed the guys to change into their all black outfits for the break in while she started the car. The drive to the warehouse took no time at all, and once Angela pulled around the back she looked at them. 

“Be careful in there you guys,” she muttered earnestly. Though she didn’t say anything, she was a bit worried about this. It was risky, even for them. Jasper, who sat in the passenger seat, offered her a comforting grin and rested his hand on her arm. 

“We’ll be fine, this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this,” he responded softly. “We’ll be in and out within ten minutes.” Angela sighed, but ultimately nodded. 

“Alright, just go before someone realizes we’re here.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Horace responded jokingly as he slid out of the back seat with some rope in hand that Angela thought better to ask about. Jasper gave her a nod before also getting out. 

“Good luck,” she muttered just before he closed the door. Once they were out of view, she sighed. She probably should have thought it through before saying yes. If they were caught, she would not do well in jail if she was being honest. 

Thankfully she didn’t have to ponder it for long before she heard an alarm ringing. Her head snapped up as Jasper and Horace ran towards the car. She was quick to unlock the doors shortly before they got in. 

“Drive,” Jasper instructed urgently, and Angela wasted no time in doing so. She flinched when her tires squealed before they took off, though she could barely hear it with her adrenaline pumping. After getting a considerable distance from the warehouse, she slowed down to a normal speed and began heading to their house.

“Well that was quick,” she muttered conversationally as she drove.

“We didn’t have to do much,” Jasper shrugged before looking at her. “You’re awfully calm considering the circumstances.” 

“At the moment I’m trying not to panic and look in my mirrors every two seconds so I’m talking to you two,” she responded without hesitation, which earned a chuckle from him. 

“We’re safe Angie,” he said soothingly. “Look, we’re almost home. Why don’t you come inside for tea?” She glanced at him with an appreciative smile then nodded as she pulled into their warehouse. When they walked inside, they were quick to notice Cruella at her craft table working on hemming a dress. 

“How’d it go?” She asked monotonously, not looking up from her work. 

“Well, we weren’t caught,” Horace responded, plopping on the couch beside the dogs as Jasper took his cap off and threw it to the side. 

“But they know you broke in?” The woman inquired, finally looking at them. 

“Of course,” Jasper responded, which she nodded at and looked back down. “And of course ‘thank you for doing all my dirty work, guys’ Hey, don’t worry about it. We’re a team,” he added sarcastically, though Cruella paid no mind to it. Angela, meanwhile, had to suppress a smile as she took her coat off and set it down. The Dalmatians, upon noticing the girl walking over to them, barked happily and ran to her. She giggled when they nearly knocked her dog and began petting them. 

“Hello guys,” she greeted in a baby voice, scrunching up her nose when one of them stood on his hind legs and licked her cheek. 

“You know,” Cruella piped up as she watched them. “They really would make fabulous coats.” That made the girl’s eyes widen and she faced her. 

“The dogs?” She asked unsurely, pausing her petting of the dogs. Cruella smirked then chuckled wickedly. 

“I’m joking,” she responded lightheartedly. Angela managed to muster a small chuckle, but she was still nervous. After getting to know Cruella, she learned that anything could really go with her. She was willing to do anything to reach her goal, so Angela wouldn’t be surprised if the woman wasn’t joking. 

“Right,” Jasper muttered, mimicking the girl’s discomfort. 

“You know what I miss?” Cruella questioned rhetorically, looking at the man. “The Jasper that had a sense of humor.” That made the man scoff, and he took a seat beside her. Angela decided to let them have their privacy and make tea while she waited, but she couldn’t help but listen in. 

“You know, we’ve all had bad things happen to us,” he started gently. “Me, him, you. But we’ve always been there for each other.” 

“And that’s all I’m asking. Is it so hard to back me up?” Cruella questioned. 

“No. Not Estella, that’s easy. But to help Cruella, it’s a nightmare.” The woman sighed at his response and shook her head. 

“Cruella gets things done, Estella does not,” she stated simply. “And I have things to do. So if you’re done chatting, and by ‘if’ I mean you are.” She shot him a pointed look before returning her attention to the dress she was hemming. Jasper stared at the woman in disbelief before shaking his head and walking away. Meanwhile Angela’s jaw set at the woman’s dismissive attitude, but she sighed and let it go as he walked into the kitchen. She nearly jumped out of her skin as the kettle whistled, and she took it off the stove. 

“Where do you keep your tea, Jas?” She inquired, beginning to open cabinets. She paused when she felt his presence behind her, and her breath hitched when he reached around her to open the cabinet she was just about to open. He grabbed a box of teabags from one of the upper shelves as she faced him. 

“I usually hide my favorite because Stella likes to steal it,” he muttered with an awkward grin, which made her giggle. 

“Fair enough,” she responded softly. “Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable while I finish with the tea?” The man nodded with a small thanks, handing the box to her  before grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom for privacy. 

“Tell Jasper I’m going to bed,” Angela heard Cruella instruct from behind her as she made tea. She paused, glancing at Horace, who was already asleep on the couch. Cruella must have been talking to her. 

“I will.” 

“And don’t stay up too late,” she added pointedly. “We have a lot to do tomorrow before the show.” 

“Okay, goodnight Cruella,” she responded kindly, not looking away from her task. The woman returned her words before walking to bed, leaving Angela standing by herself once again. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait for long before she heard footsteps shuffling towards her. 

“I see everyone else has gone to bed,” he mentioned with an amused grin. A quiet giggle left her lips as she faced him, holding out one of the two mugs on the counter which he took. 

“They’re quite tired. We do have a big day tomorrow,” she pointed out, taking a sip from her own mug afterwards. The man shrugged, humming in agreement as he also drank. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Angela glanced at the clock. 

“It’s so late,” she sighed. “I really don’t know if I can drive home.” 

“You could always stay the night,” Jasper pointed out softly, but she shook her head. 

“Where would I sleep?” 

“You could sleep in my bed,” he gestured to his hammock hanging beside them. 

“Where would you sleep?” 

“On the floor.” 

“Absolutely not,” she responded without hesitation. 

“Why not? It’s not uncomfortable,” Jasper defended. 

“If that were the case then I would be sleeping on the floor,” she shot back. “We can share a hammock for one night. That is...unless you’re uncomfortable with it?”

“No,” he responded quickly. “I just wanted to be chivalrous, I didn’t want you to think lowly of me.” Angela’s shoulders dropped a bit and she smiled softly. 

“I could never. I’m comfortable with it, but I would prefer some pajamas to sleep in.” She glanced down at her outfit: bell bottom jeans and a Beatles t-shirt tucked into them. Jasper chuckled then rummaged through his drawers before pulling out some clothes. 

“They’re a little big, but they’ll do for tonight,” he muttered as he handed them over. The girl shrugged nonchalantly then thanked him before heading to the bathroom. It didn’t take her long to change and take off her makeup using Cruella’s makeup wipes. When she walked out, Jasper was washing their mugs. She grinned and walked back over to him with her now folded clothes. He turned off the water then faced her when he heard her approaching. 

“Ready for bed?” He inquired softly. Angela could hear the tiredness in his voice, and it made her grin as she nodded.

“After you,” he gestured to the hammock. She climbed up with his help, and he followed soon after. It took them a minute to get comfortable as it was a bit awkward for two people to lay in without cuddling. By the end of it, Jasper was laying on his back with one arm under her while Angela’s arm rested at the nape of his neck and one of her legs laid over his. It made them chuckle, but they were quick to settle down after Jasper leaned over the side of the hammock and turned the light off. 

“G’night Angie,” he muttered quietly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of the atmosphere. 

“Night Jasper,” she whispered, her eyes already closed and breathing beginning to even out. If she had been a little more alert, she would have felt Jasper press his lips to the crown of her head.

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Fashion and Flames Chapter 2: Sabotages- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: As Angela continues helping Cruella, she finds herself becoming closer to Jasper (and not just because she now does their laundry as well). One night she finds herself being invited to a sabotaging of  the Baroness’ newest fashion line debut by him.

Word Count: 1.9k

Things had been rather hectic since Angela and Artie agreed to work for Cruella, who as it turns out was Estella’s alter ego that she created to get back at the Baroness. It was quite the ordeal for Cruella to explain to the duo, one could imagine their confusion. Nevertheless, they continued to help her design and make outfits to crash every single one of the Baroness’ shows without delay between working at the shop. 

Angela noticed the mess that had begun accumulating in the living area of Cruella’s warehouse not long after they began helping her. It didn’t take her long to realize it was because the guys had been helping out with the technical side of the stunts. That meant that they didn’t have a lot of time before they became tired and went to bed. Laundry was beginning to pile up and dishes littered almost every space in the kitchen. Considering Angela quite literally had no life outside of work, she figured that she would help pick up the slack. 

“Guys, come put your laundry up,” she called softly, setting the newly emptied laundry basket to the side. Jasper and Horace, who were both resting before another stunt for Cruella, both perked up from their respective beds. Jasper was the first one to appear at her side considering his hammock hung in the kitchen where she was. 

“Thanks Angela,” he muttered gratefully, taking the folded clothes that sat on the table and moving to put them away. Horace wasn’t far behind him in grabbing the clothes. 

“Thanks Angie,” he said, much louder than his brother. Angela, who had gotten used to his abrupt booming voice, only grinned and shook her head. 

“I better not see you unfold your clothes to fit it in your drawer again Horace.” She pointed a warning finger at the man, but he just waved her off and moved to his small dresser, no doubt doing the exact opposite of what she said. 

“I thought you were working on Cruella’s dress for tonight,” Jasper mentioned, hopping up into his hammock again. “What are you doing, doing our laundry?” 

“Procrastinating,” Angela responded without hesitation. That made the man laugh, which in turn caused a smile to slip onto her face. 

“I’m kidding,” she added, beginning to wipe off the table. “I finished early and got bored. I figured I could make myself useful around here.” Jasper nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock so he was sitting up. 

“Are you going tonight?” He inquired. Angela offered him a shrug. 

“I wasn’t invited,” she responded simply. She leaned against the table as he shot her a kind smile. 

“Well, this is my invitation to you then. You could ride in the truck with me,” he suggested, which lifted Angela’s spirits a bit. 

“I would love to,” she stated, crossing her arms comfortably. 

“Groovy,” he said a little too enthusiastically before catching himself and shooting her an awkward grin. “We...uh, we leave at 6:00 to get the truck.” She nodded, saying that she understood shortly before the lift arrived on their floor. They looked over in unison as Cruella opened the gate and walked in. 

“Hello darlings, I hope everything has been going to plan,” she greeted broadly. “Angela, is the dress ready? You redid the hems on the connecting fabrics?” The girl in question nodded dutifully and stood up. 

“Yep, everything is downstairs for when you get ready.” The woman nodded before looking at Horace. 

“Has the necklace come out yet?” She inquired impatiently, huffing dramatically when Horace shook his head. 

“Nothing yet,” he responded. Cruella rolled her eyes, mumbling an insult under her breath as she faced Jasper. 

“And the truck?” 

“It’ll be here,” he answered simply. 

“On time?” Cruella shot him a pointed look, which made the man roll his eyes. 

“Of course,” he said as if it were obvious. Angela could instantly sense the tension as it entered the room, and decided to diffuse it.

“Hey Cruella, while you’re here, do you mind putting your laundry up?” She inquired, gesturing to the last pile of clothes on the table. “It just gets rid of the clutter around here.” The woman hummed thoughtfully then shook her head, beginning to walk back to the lift. 

“I’m afraid not darling, I have a lot to do before the show tonight. I trust that you can put them up though,” she paused as she stepped into the lift, closed the gate and pressed the down button before shooting her a smile. “Ta-ta Angie.” She gave the girl a finger wave as the lift began descending, leaving Angela to watch her in disbelief. 

“Okay then,” she muttered defeatedly, picking up the clothes. 

“Hey, hey, hey. No,” Jasper said quickly, hopping down. “It’s her clothes, she should be the one to put them up.” His hand went to one of her wrists and gripped it gently in an effort to stop her, but she moved away. 

“Jasper, she’s obviously not going to do it,” she shot back, walking over to Cruella’s dresser. “I don’t want clutter around here and I’m sure you don’t either.” The man sighed, but shook his head as he took a seat at the table. 

“She didn’t even thank you,” he muttered bitterly. “I can deal with it if she doesn’t thank me or Horace, even though she should, but it isn’t fair to you. You’re not getting paid for any of this, you’re just doing this to be nice and she doesn’t even care.” As he talked, Angela put the clothes up and walked back over to him. She offered him a kind smile as she sat beside him. 

“That’s very sweet, but you don’t have to be angry on my behalf,” she said softly, resting her hand over his. The man blushed at the contact, but brushed it off with a sigh. 

“I’m just getting a little tired of Cruella’s attitude,” he admitted in the same tone as before. 

“I get that,” Angela responded simply. “But sometimes you’ve just gotta grit and bear it for a little bit then it’ll be over.” Jasper didn’t look convinced, so she continued. “You know, you can always talk to me if you need to rant to someone. I don’t really have a life outside of this, so I’m free quite often.” That made the man chuckle, and he nodded. 

“That’s good to know, thanks Angie.” Angela couldn’t help but grin. That was probably the first time he’d ever used a nickname on her. 

“Well, now that that’s sorted, I should probably get ready for our little performance tonight.” The man watched as she patted his hand then stood. 

“Okay,” was all he could muster as he watched her grab her bag and say a goodbye to Horace. Angela waved to Jasper as she walked to the lift and his eyes stayed on her as she disappeared out of sight. 

Just a few hours later, Cruella was in her latest creation and she was in the back of the (what Angela hoped wasn’t stolen) garbage truck with Jasper driving and Angela in the passenger seat. Jasper allowed the radio to play faintly as they drove, and he couldn’t stop the small smile that slipped onto his face when he noticed the girl’s head nod along to it. 

“You’re very quiet tonight,” she mentioned after the song ended, which made him glance at her for just a moment before looking at the road again. 

“Don’t have much to say,” he shrugged simply. 

“Any reason why?” She pushed, moving so she could face him. He didn’t answer at first, seemingly debating on what to say.

“You don’t have to answer,” Angela added quickly. “We just have some time to kill.” The man nodded then shot her a small grin before sighing. 

“It’s Cruella again. She and I got into a small fight before we picked you up and I’m just thinking about it,” he explained. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” She inquired softly, offering him a sympathetic smile. Jasper shook his head though. 

“Not really. I just want to forget it,” he responded. 

“Fair enough,” the girl shrugged. “Just know you can talk to me if you want.” Jasper offered her a thank you in response shortly before the girl perked up. 

“There it is,” she called softly, which made the man beside her slow the truck down. They had finally reached the Baroness’ newest show. The woman herself was outside in front of the photographers, drinking what looked like champagne and posing for the cameras. A mischievous smile appeared on her face and she looked at Jasper. 

“Ready to take out the trash?” That made the man smile as he stopped in the middle of the road and began to back up towards the building. 

“Did you come up with that one by yourself?” He teased, which made her roll her eyes playfully. 

“Come on, you’ve gotta admit that was a good one,” she responded defensively. Jasper shrugged as they stopped the truck. 

“Can I do it?” She asked eagerly. 

“Go for it.” He gestured to the button that would drop the trunk of the vehicle, and Angela smiled brightly as she pressed it unceremoniously. They could hear several gasps as what looked to be a huge pile of fabric fell out. Angela looked in the side mirror as Cruella popped up from the mass and cameras began flashing at her. The woman smirked and stepped onto the small step at the back of the truck, hitting it twice as a signal to Jasper to start driving forward, which he did. 

“That was very exciting,” Angela commented as they continued to drive down the street, watching the tail of Cruella’s dress flow behind it. 

“It isn’t any different than the other sabotages we’ve done,” Jasper pointed out with an amused grin. 

“Still,” she shrugged. “It’s fun being a part of something like this, for the most part at least. I don’t really like how she treats us sometimes.” 

“You and me both,” the man grumbled, slowing down a bit so that Cruella could safely climb back inside the trunk. 

“Hopefully it’ll blow over soon though,” she added optimistically. 

“Hopefully,” Jasper repeated. After a few minutes of silence, they arrived at Angela’s house. The girl shot him a small smile before hopping out. She was surprised when Jasper also got out, walking her to her door.

“Thanks for inviting me tonight Jasper,” she muttered shyly as they stopped in front of the door. “I had a lot of fun.” 

“Thanks for keeping me company,” he shot back, resting his hands in his pockets. They stood in silence for a moment, neither really knowing what to say. Angela noticed him begin to open his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a horn honking behind them, which nearly made them jump out of their skin. 

“Come on Jasper,” Cruella called from the window. “This dress is heavy to wear.” Neither of them even realized that she had climbed into the front seat, but neither really cared. Jasper waved to Cruella then faced the girl with an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry about her,” he muttered embarrassedly, but Angela just shrugged it off. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she paused and, in a moment of bravery, leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “See you tomorrow Jasper.” A light blush dusted her cheeks as she unlocked the door and began stepping inside. 

“G’night Angela,” the man muttered shyly. She gave him a small wave before closing the door, a bright smile etched into her face. Little did she know that Jasper had the exact same smile on the other side of the door.

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Fashion and Flames Chapter 4: Up in Flames- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela participates in the latest fashion show with Jasper, then finds out some terrible news the next morning. Luckily, things aren’t always as they seem. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Jasper awoke to an empty hammock, which surprised him. He figured that it would be difficult for one of them to get out without waking the other. Nevertheless, he didn’t ponder it for too long before he got up. The couch and Cruella’s bed were empty, and the Dalmatians were missing. It was safe to assume that Horace had taken the dogs out. Where Cruella and Angela could be, he didn’t know. 

“Morning Jasper,” he heard from behind him, which made him turn around. Angela walked towards him with a lazy grin. She was wearing the same pants from yesterday, but this time he seemed to be wearing one of his shirts. The girl followed his line of sight, then blushed. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t have a spare shirt with me,” she explained shyly. Jasper, however, was smiling brightly. 

“Don’t worry about it, it looks good on you,” he responded simply, moving towards the coffee pot. “Where are Cruella and Horace?” Angela shrugged. 

“Cruella went to go check on the runway’s construction progress, I don’t know where Horace is. He was already gone when I woke up,” she explained. The man hummed in acknowledgement then glanced at her from over his shoulder. 

“Coffee?” He offered, pouring some grounds into the pot. 

“That’d be great,” she responded gratefully. “Do you mind bringing it downstairs? Cruella said she had some fabric that she wanted me to add to her signature piece and I want to get it done as soon as possible.” Jasper nodded with a small grin. 

“Sure, no problem.” Angela thanked him before heading to the lift. The man hummed softly as he listened to her close the gate before it lowered to the floor below. Just a few minutes later he heard Angela gasp in horror followed by a small cry. His eyes widened and he instantly jumped into action, not waiting for the lift and instead running down the stairs. 

“Angela?” He called worriedly as he reached the next floor. He paused in the doorway, instantly noticing the girl in question staring at her workstation, looking terrified. Carefully, he walked over to her and looked at the table, his mouth dropping open shortly after. On said table laid two yards of...Dalmatian fabric. 

“I thought she was joking,” Angela whispered shakily, finally looking at him. “Jasper you don’t think she-” 

“No, she wouldn’t,” he answered, though he sounded unsure himself. The girl whimpered, which made him look at her once again. Neither had time to say anything before the lift began lowering, which made their heads snap to it. Angela nearly cried in relief when she heard dogs barking. 

“They’re alive Angie,” Jasper muttered, looking relieved as he pulled her into his arms. “They’re okay. Horace just took them outside.” His words comforted her, but she still needed to see it. She stared at the lift as it passed their floor. 

“Morning Angela,” Horace greeted happily, gripping the Dalmatians’ leashes tightly. That’s finally what made her relax in Jasper’s arms, and she hugged him tightly. 

“Thank god,” she whispered, all but clinging to him. A small smile slipped onto Jasper’s face as he stroked her hair soothingly. Upon pulling away from him, Angela shook her head at the fabric. 

“What a cruel prank,” she muttered softly, moving to unfold it. “Even for Cruella.” Jasper couldn’t help but agree. What Cruella had done was wrong on so many levels. Even so, Angela got to work immediately, wanting to forget the absolute horror she felt upon seeing the fabric. The man, meanwhile, went back upstairs to finish making their coffee. 

Jasper didn’t see Angela much after that. Once she finished with Cruella’s signature piece, Artie picked her up to go get ready with the other models. She left the warehouse to both guys and a kiss to Jasper’s cheek, which made him blush. 

“Models are here,” Artie called as he led the group of men and women dressed in their creations towards the runway that was finishing being set up. Jasper looked up from the dj’s booth, where he and Horace were waiting for places to be called. Cruella clapped excitedly and examined each person individually.

“Well, don’t you all look marvelous,” she complimented. “It seems that you had an excellent designer make your outfits.” 

“Designers,” Artie corrected airily, though he didn’t stay long enough to see her brush it off before he headed to the dj booth where Horace now stood, doing a sound check on his board. 

“Showtime in ten minutes everyone. If you have any last minute touch ups, I suggest you either go to Artie or Angela,” Cruella instructed, clapping her hands twice as a way to say ‘chop chop’ before walking off. Jasper’s ears had perked up when he heard Angela’s name, and he looked up from his guitar. 

“Are you ready for your debut as a guitarist?” He heard the girl in question ask from behind him. A smile appeared on his face and he turned to face her. 

“Woah,” he breathed out, eyebrows raised. “You look incredible.” 

“Ah, well I’ve heard it so many times I’m starting to think it’s true,” she joked, but she didn’t look like she put a lot of effort into her response. His brows furrowed. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked worriedly. 

“Oh, just a bit nervous,” she responded, wringing her hands with an awkward giggle. “I’ve never been in a show quite like this before.” That made the man chuckle and he shrugged. 

“Fair enough,” he muttered. “It’s guaranteed to be a night we won’t forget.” Angela nodded in agreement. 

“Places, everyone!” Cruella yelled, clapping her hands loudly before either of them could say anything else. Jasper huffed at her attitude, only to pause when Angela leaned up and kissed his cheek. 

“Knock ‘em dead Jasper,” she cheered him on before following the other models to their places around the fountain. The man called out a response then headed to the fountain with Artie in tow. 

“I see the moths,” Artie called. “It’s now or never!” 

“Places,” Cruella yelled much louder than before. “Lights please!” Upon seeing all the Baroness’ guests run out of the building Angela stood in her beginning pose while the multi-colored lights faded in. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Jasper played the first cord of his guitar. 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU,” Horace yelled into his microphone as Jasper continued to play. “CRUELLA!” The crowd that had formed around the makeshift runway cheered loudly as the music began picking up and Jasper walked to the end of the runway. 

The show went a lot smoother than Angela expected. She was one of the last models to walk before Cruella appeared on stage, which meant she was close to Jasper. She fell to her knees by his feet and leaned back on one hand, facing the fountain like the other models and began head bobbing to the music as Cruella walked down the runway. Just before she got up, she noticed a small smile on Jasper’s face as he watched her. 

After standing up, the models were allowed to do one last dance or pose before heading back to the fountain, and Angela wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. She stood and moved so she twirled around Jasper, making sure that she didn’t mess with his guitar cord. As she did so, she swung the skirt of her dress in a dancing fashion. That obviously caught the man’s attention and when she was sure that he was watching her, she shot him a subtle wink before following her fellow model back to the fountain. Right before she went to her place she twirled one last time to let the audience see her outfit and get one last glance at Jasper. She cheered internally when she noticed a smile on his face as he watched her. She threw up her hands in one last pose then walked around the fountain to her place. 

Her eyes widened and she looked around when police sirens were suddenly heard. She heard someone shout that the cops were here and Artie instructed everyone to run to safety. Without another thought, Angela ran out of the fountain, then quickly realized in all the panic she didn’t know which direction she was facing. People fled all around her, pushing her away. Before she could fall though, she felt a hand grab hers. She flinched away at first, thinking that a cop had grabbed her, then Jasper appeared in her sight. 

“Come on, let’s go!” He called, not waiting before he began running while dragging Angela behind. She was quick to find her feet and began running with him. Her legs were much shorter than his so he had to slow down a bit, but they managed to get away. Eventually they got far enough that they felt safe to slow down to a walk, keeping their hands together if they were wrong. After a minute Jasper let go long enough to take off his jacket and hold it out to her. 

“I’d hate for you to get sick because you didn’t have a proper coat,” he explained. “Besides, the police won’t spot you if you cover your dress.” Angela wanted to point out the flaw in his first point that he would probably catch a cold without a jacket, but she decided against it. After putting the jacket on, she grabbed his hand once he held it out. 

“That was,” Angela trailed off slowly before perking up. “Amazing! I've never been a part of something so exciting!” Her happiness made Jasper chuckle. 

“We just stopped running from the police and you’re talking about the show?” He pointed out, but Angela just smiled at him. 

“That was the exhilarating part,” she explained. “But the show was amazing. It felt fantastic to see everyone admiring my dress firsthand.” 

“See? Didn’t I tell you so?” Jasper teased lightly. Angela rolled her eyes playfully then gently shoved his arm. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t get too hung up on it,” she muttered before looking up at him once more. “You were amazing out there tonight as well,” she added. A blush settled on Jasper’s face and he shrugged in an attempt to look nonchalant. 

“It was nothing really,” he brushed off, but she wasn’t having it. 

“Well I think it was phenomenal,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Maybe you could teach me to play sometime.” Jasper smiled brightly then looked down at her. 

“I would love to.” Angela grinned then stopped upon reaching her house. 

“Oh, this is me,” she muttered surprised. “I didn’t even realize we had run this way.” Jasper stared at the house then hummed thoughtfully. 

“Well, I’d rather that than having to walk all the way back to get home from the opposite direction.” 

“You make a fair point, Mr. Badun,” she responded before facing him. “Did you want to come inside? I know we’re pretty far from the park but I’d hate for you to get caught on your way home.” Jasper shook his head then hesitantly let go of her hand. 

“Nah, I’ve gotta make sure Horace made it home alright. But I’d be happy to come another time,” he added quickly when he noticed her disappointed look. A small smile graced her face as she nodded. For a moment, they just stood there staring at each other until she noticed the man open his mouth to say something. Her hope rose just a bit as she watched him have what looked to be an internal debate, only to drop once he ultimately closed his mouth.

“Then I guess this is goodnight,” she said softly. Jasper nodded then leaned down a bit. Angela’s cheeks burned red when Jasper placed a kiss on her cheek. 

“Goodnight Angela, sleep well,” he whispered before standing straight once more. She was flustered as she watched him begin to walk towards his house. 

“I’ll be by tomorrow to drop off the dress,” she called softly, to which he nodded. After a minute she walked up the stairs to the front door and stepped inside with a joyful smile. Tonight had been quite possibly one of the best nights of her life. 

The next morning felt like a culture shock when she picked up the morning paper. Cruella’s warehouse had mysteriously caught fire, and police believe the woman perished in the flames. They caught and arrested Jasper and Horace for arson and conspiracy to murder, but Angela refused to believe it. 

It just didn’t make sense, just last night everything seemed fine. Everyone had a blast with the show and even potentially celebrating it. Plus, that didn’t even sound like Jasper and Horace. They loved Cruella, she was like their sister. Sure she had been very pushy before the show, but that doesn’t mean the boys just jumped to murder. That wasn’t them. It was the Baroness, it had to be. But she couldn’t prove that. It was their word against hers. Cruella was dead and that was it. And yet, how was she supposed to just move on as if the past few months of helping the icon meant nothing, as if they weren’t some of the best days of her life?

She called into work that morning. Artie didn’t mind, he said that he probably wasn’t going to open anyway. Though he didn’t say anything, she could tell that he was also upset about what happened. Angela considered going to see the guys in jail, but she was too conflicted. So, she instead just stayed in bed all day mourning the loss. 

The next morning she still didn’t want to go to work, but she couldn’t avoid life going on. She dressed her best and walked into the shop with her head held high. Artie was leaning against the counter reading the paper, but he looked up when she entered. A sympathetic smile appeared on his face and he walked around the counter, holding out his arms. She paused for a moment before finally walking to him and allowing him to hug her. Tears threatened to slip down her cheeks, but she wouldn’t let it happen. She purposefully did her makeup really well to avoid it. When they pulled away, she noticed her friend also trying not to cry. He offered her a tearful smile. 

“You’re sure you want to be here?” He asked softly. Of course he was aware of the feelings that the girl had for a certain boy they’d been spending time with. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t notice something like that?

“Yeah, I need the distraction,” she muttered with a small shrug. Artie nodded and finally pulled away from her to lead her behind the counter. She took a seat on one of the stools as her eyes landed on the newspaper that Artie had been reading. 

Cruella Up In Flames

Cruella, a shining star in London’s West End fashion scene has tragically died tonight in a warehouse fire. Last night, the fire department received a call about a large house fire in the warehouse district of London, where it was discovered that it was the upcoming fashion icon Cruella’s lair. Just an hour before that she had a flash mob showcasing her new work in Regent's Park, only to get run out by the police. Many people in the fashion industry mourn the loss of the up and coming designer.   

Police caught and arrested Jasper Badun and Horace Ethan for conspiracy to murder, though there was no body discovered among the wreckage. 

Tears blurred her vision, and she found herself sniffling as she continued to read. Artie wrapped an arm around her comfortingly, wiping a few stray tears himself. Neither of them moved until they heard the bell above the shop ring. Their heads snapped to the door and Angela’s jaw dropped open. No way. 

“We’re closed,” Cruella said after someone else walked in behind her. Artie and Angela shared a glance before facing her again. 

“I was just reading about you, ‘the puppy killer,’” Artie greeted, still sounding like he was in shock by the woman’s presence (not that Angela could blame her).

“Oh, well I do love spots,” Cruella responded with a small smirk. The man narrowed his eyes at her thoughtfully. 

“You didn’t,” he challenged. After their small staredown, the woman shrugged. 

“I didn’t. But people do need a villain to believe in, so I’m happy to fit the bill,” she paused and looked at the girl still sitting down. “Hello Angela.” The girl in question could only offer her a small wave. 

“Fabulous,” Artie added with a grin. “Small point: aren’t you dead?” Angela was surprised by how casual the three of them were, but who was she to question it?

“I am, yes,” Cruella responded with a sad sigh. “Sad, really. But also helpful. Now, I have a plan.” 

“Of course you do,” Angela retorted with an amused smile, shaking her head as Cruella smirked. 

“And you’re going to help me with it.” Artie and Angela shared a look before facing her yet again. 

“Hmm, what do we get?” The latter questioned as if they weren’t already on board. 

“A night of fabulousness and mayhem and possible death,” the woman responded without hesitation.

“Check, check, not quite sure about the death though,” Artie mumbled unsurely. 

“It won’t be either of you,” Cruella assured them. Angela grinned mischievously then stood up. 

“I’ll get our coats.”

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Fashion and Flames Chapter 1: 2nd Time Around- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela Young works at 2nd Time Around under her best friend Artie. She never knew that working there would lead her to meet three interesting new characters in the form of Jasper, Horace, and Estella. Or- is it Cruella?

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I feel like I need to provide context so for each hundredth milestone I decided I was gonna write a 5 part mini series to celebrate. I wrote a Harry Potter miniseries for my 100th fic, I wrote this one for my 200th fic, Lord of the Rings for 300th and Stranger Things for my 400th (but obviously I haven't gotten to those in my list yet haha). Anyway, enjoy!

“I really don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish with that, Art,” Angela spoke from behind the front counter, watching as the man in question dragged a step stool towards the wall opposite the front of the shop. 

“If this bloody radio doesn’t want to stay up here on its own, I’m gonna keep it up here by force,” he responded simply, grabbing a nail from his pocket and showing it to her. The girl couldn’t help but giggle as he turned back around to face the wall again. 

“Do you even own a hammer?” She questioned as Ohio Players’ “Fire” began playing through the radio. 

“Nope, but I have chunky heels.” To prove his point, Artie leaned down and grabbed one of the green heels on display and began using it as a hammer to push the nail into the wall behind the radio. Angela continued to watch him for a minute before the bell in front of the door rang, signalling that someone walked in. 

“Artie,” she called softly as a woman with dark red hair and cat-eye glasses began looking around. That caught her friend's attention and he quickly hopped down, dusting himself off as he faced the new customer. 

“Welcome to 2nd Time Around,” he greeted with a smile. “I’m Artie, or Art, as in: work of.” He gestured to his outfit before looking at Angela, who took that as her cue. 

“I’m Angela, or Angel as in: sent from above.” She gestured to the sky with a bright smile. 

“Wow,” the woman said, sounding in awe as she crossed her arms. “You look incredible.” 

“Oh,” Artie sighed, glancing at his black nails with a small smile. “I hear that all day, so I guess it’s true.” The woman hummed thoughtfully then tilted her head curiously. 

“And how does that look go on the street?” She inquired knowingly. 

“Mmm, some abuse and insults, of course,” Angela started with a sigh. 

“But we like to say that normal is the cruelest insult of them all, and at least I never get that,” Artie concluded. 

“I couldn’t agree more,” the woman sighed out, which made the duo grin. 

“Look around, Cinderella. I have everything a girl or boy could ever want. If you can dream it, we can dress it,” Artie informed her, walking over to the racks of dresses and holding one out. “Dior, 1995, amazing.” He set it back down then picked up another dress. 

“Chanel,1950. Spring Collection,” the girl said before Artie could speak. 

“Ah, you know your gowns,” Angela praised, walking out from behind the counter to head to the front of the store. 

“You two and I are going to be great friends,” she responded simply. Angela grinned then gestured to the window display. 

“Baroness, ‘65, in the window. Winter collection,” she informed her, which made her smile as she nodded. 

“I noticed that, but I’m afraid I can’t make any purchases yet. Maybe soon.” The duo nodded at her. 

“Fair enough,” Artie spoke. “Well, you know where we are when you do need a gown.” The woman left not long after, leaving the two alone in the shop. 

“She seemed nice,” Angela spoke, moving behind the counter once again. “I like her.” 

“Me too,” Artie agreed before beginning to climb up the step ladder. “Now, back to this stupid radio,” he said with enough enthusisasm that it made the girl giggle. 

They were happy a few days later when the girl, who they learned was named Estella, came by again. She ended up buying the Baroness’ dress they’d talked about earlier, and Angela even managed to get her to buy a pair of matching shoes for it. They thought that that would be the last of it, but they were oh so wrong. 

Angela and Artie stood at the front counter of the shop reading the morning paper. Today’s edition was about the Baroness’ black and white ball that had an unexpected guest crash it. Their heads snapped up when they heard the front door’s bell ring. Angela’s jaw dropped as she realized it was in fact the woman that was on the front of the newspaper. 

“It’s you,” Artie muttered, mirroring his friend’s shock. 

“It is,” the woman agreed in a posh accent. “And you’re reading about me.” 

“And you're in my shop,” the man shot back, standing straight. 

“It’s me,” the woman said, leaning in to whisper-yell to them. “Estella.” A grin appeared on both Angela and Artie’s faces. 

“Oh my,” the latter said, moving out from behind the counter. “My, my, my. You look amazing.” 

“You certainly made a splash,” Angela added, holding up the paper. 

“I’m just getting started darling,” Estella responded simply before looking at the man in front of her. “I want to make art, Artie,” she continued, which made the man chuckle. “And I want to make trouble. You in?” 

“What about Angela?” Artie questioned, glancing back at his friend. Angela began to protest, saying that she would be okay, but Estella interrupted. 

“I figured you two were a packaged deal,” she explained before looking at Angela. “So, what do you say?” The girl couldn’t help but grin and she glanced at her friend.

“Well, I do love trouble,” she responded, which made Estella smirk. 

“Let’s go.” 

Estella opened the gates door of the lift and stepped out nonchalantly while Angela and Artie just stood there shocked as they watched two men attempt to grab what looked like a shoe from the Dalmatians. When Estella noticed that her new friends weren’t following her, she turned around. 

“Oh come on in, they don’t bite,” she spoke, gesturing them closer. 

“The dogs or your friends?” Angela questioned incredulously as she and Artie stepped out with their sewing supplies in hand. The woman shot her a smirk before turning to face the men, who had stopped in their tracks after noticing their guests. 

“Artie and Angela, meet the boys. Boys, this is Artie and Angela. They will be working downstairs, they actually know a thing or two about fashion.” 

“Dogs are very aggressive,” The heavier set man informed her, attempting to get one of the dogs to let go of his shoe.

“Well, you have to walk them, feed them, get that necklace out,” the woman responded boredly. 

“Yeah, well, can’t you walk ‘em as well?” The taller one questioned, glancing at her for just a moment before looking at the aggressive dogs again. “There’s no ‘I’ in team.” 

“Well there is an ‘I’ in imbecile,” Estella shot back. “Now go!” 

“Hey! No, no, no, you can’t talk to us like that,” the man exclaimed. “We don’t have to help you.”

“So don’t.” Everyone became silent at her response, then Angela noticed Artie look around out of the corner of her eye. 

“Oh,” he chuckled almost as if uncomfortable. “Mummy and Daddy are fighting.” Angela nudged his side with her elbow, giving him a ‘not the time’ look before looking at Estella with an awkward smile. 

“We’ll uh, just go set up downstairs,” she started, already beginning to walk off. “Lovely meeting you,” she offered the two still unnamed men, though the tall one didn’t really pay attention. He still looked rather upset at Estella for what she said.

Nearly half an hour later, Angela was helping Artie set up the sewing machines when they heard the lift begin moving from the floor above them. Things had become quiet since Estella had to leave for Liberty in order to keep up her appearance as a worker, so Angela assumed that the guys were either asleep or they left earlier. Both she and Artie looked in the lift’s direction when its gate was opened. The two guys from earlier walked towards them, the taller one sporting an awkward grin while the chubbier one had a jovial smile. 

“Hey,” the taller one started shyly. “Uh, we just wanted to apologize for the position we put you guys in earlier. It must have been really awkward for you guys. We’re not usually like this, but to be fair Estella isn’t either. But, uh, yeah,” he trailed off. Angela and Artie shared a knowing look before facing the guys again. 

“It’s really okay mate,” she responded earnestly. “Things happen, she was probably just having a long day.” The shorter man nodded. 

“Yeah, you can say that again,” he spoke in a boisterous tone, which surprised Angela but still made her grin. Seeing her grin made the taller guy’s smile morph into a genuine one.

“I’m Jasper by the way,” he said before gesturing to the man beside him. “This is Horace. Estella’s practically our sister.” 

“I’m Artie,” the man beside Angela introduced, shaking both the guys’ hands. 

“I’m Angela,” the girl added. “We’ve known your sister for a total of six hours.” Jasper chuckled as she shook his hand, and Angela tried not to blush at the sound. 

“Well, that’s good enough for you two to become best friends in her books, so welcome to the team,” he responded humorously as Angela shook hands with Horace. 

“Glad to be here,” Artie said, leaning back against the table he and Angela stood at. The girl couldn’t take her eyes off of Jasper as she nodded, which made the man smile. 

“Definitely,” she agreed.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Night In- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Jasper and Angela are excited to have a night to themselves, but their plans are canceled over their exhaustion.

Word Count: 1.4k

Jasper was exhausted, and he could tell Angela was too. Cruella had a big show coming up for the Fall season and work had been dialed up to 100. Artie was out of town visiting his parents, so that left all the executive decisions up to Angela. Jasper, meanwhile, had to help with location and scheduling. Usually they would have it at Hell Hall, but Cruella wanted something different, something new to switch it up a bit. And, she was the boss, so they had to roll with it. 

The show was just around the corner, but Cruella seemed to realize that she was working all her employees practically to the bone. So, she gave them a night off to relax. Originally, Jasper and Angela planned to go out and have dinner, even walk around town a bit. But when he arrived at her house, the comfortably warm atmosphere made both of them hesitant to actually leave. 

“You know, there’s a small convenience store just around the corner,” Angela started slowly, which made him look at her. 

“Okay?” He responded more as a question, imploring her to continue. 

“If we figure out what we want, we could probably just go to the store then make dinner here for ourselves,” she explained, which made the man grin. 

“Yet another wonderful idea from my amazing girlfriend,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Put your coat on, it’s pretty chilly out.” 

“Yes mum,” she teased, though she reached for the coat rack without complaint. Jasper stuck his tongue out at her then grabbed her coat before she could reach it. When she began to say something, he held it up, silently inviting her to slip her arms into the sleeves. Angela’s confused expression turned into a sweet smile and she turned around, allowing him to slip her jacket on. 

“Ready to go then?” He inquired, already reaching for the door. Angela grabbed her purse then nodded, following him out. He waited as she locked her door then took her hand and led her down the steps and onto the sidewalk. 

“So, I hear you’re making my costume for the Fall Show,” Jasper commented as they walked to the corner store. The girl nodded and adjusted her purse on her elbow when it slipped off her shoulder. 

“Yeah. I already have your measurements and I capture your style better, so Cruella figured, why not? Besides, she wanted us to match our outfits,” she explained. That seemed to pique the man’s interest and he looked at her. 

“Really? Why?” Angela shrugged. 

“Everyone's matching with someone aside from Cruella. Since we’re the ones providing the music, we have to match each other.” The man hummed, mulling over her words. 

“What do you have planned for us, my little artist?” He half joked, shooting her a playful grin that made her giggle. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased in response. 

“I would actually,” he chuckled. “Can’t I at least get a peek?” 

“Not until it’s done,” she answered, leaving no room for him to protest as they reached the store. Angela grabbed a cart and they began walking through the store. 

“How does chicken alfredo sound?” She questioned absentmindedly, looking at a few cans of sauce. Jasper hummed thoughtfully then shrugged. 

“Sounds good,” he responded simply, walking to the pasta section. Angela followed him after grabbing two cans. They finished their shopping rather quickly (even grabbing a few things for a movie night after dinner) then walked back home. 

“Why don’t you pick out a record to play while we cook,” the girl suggested as she unpacked their groceries. Jasper nodded then walked to the record player that sat in the living room. He browsed for a few minutes before settling on a Madness album. As “One Step Beyond” began playing, he walked back into the kitchen. Angela crouched down to grab pots and pans then pulled her hair back. 

“What would you like me to do?” Jasper inquired, moving behind her and beginning to rub her shoulders. The girl allowed her eyes to fall closed for a moment before grinning. 

“Definitely not that, you’ll put me to sleep,” she muttered, earning a small chuckle from her boyfriend before he pulled away. 

“Alright then, what now?” Angela hummed in thought then set a pot on the stove.��

“You work on the sauce while I cook the chicken.” The man mock-saluted then did as she said. They worked in silent tandem for a short while, one of them mumbling the words of one of the songs every so often. 

Eventually, all they had to do was wait for the break to bake, and it would be ready. While they waited, Angela began doing the dishes. That was interrupted rather quickly when she heard the music turn up above the running water. Curious, she turned around just in time for Jasper to take her hand and lift it up, cuing her to spin, which she did. 

“What are you doing?” She laughed softly as she attempted to move away from him, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he pulled her closer and began swaying to the music as his free hand fell to her waist. 

“Dance with me,” he instructed softly. 

“I don’t believe I get a choice in this, do I?” She teased, though her free hand grasped his upper arm gently. Jasper chuckled, then shook his head. 

“Not really.” Angela shook her head then rested it on his shoulder as they continued to dance to the music. They continued to dance until the oven timer went off, and even then they were hesitant to pull away. Finally though, Angela decided that she didn’t want her house burnt to a crisp, so she moved away after pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Grab the drinks, won’t you?” She inquired as she grabbed some oven mitts, pulling the pan of bread out as she heard Jasper open the fridge. 

Dinner went absolutely lovely. Music continued to play as they ate, then afterwards they moved to the living room to eat some ice cream that Jasper had found at the store. He had the bright idea of sharing a bowl, so they were all but cuddled together as they ate. 

“Jasper Michael Badun if you keep moving the bowl away so help me god,” Angela warned as she leaned over to grab another bite. 

“Why don’t you just move closer,” Jasper teased. 

“Don’t test me,” she said with a pointed look. 

“Try me,” he shot back. Angela stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was bluffing, but finally shrugged and scooted closer to him. She was practically on top of him, and they were both acutely aware of it. 

“At least commit babe,” he muttered in her ear before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. Angela couldn’t even begin to attempt to hide her blush and she looked at him, bewildered. 

“Jasper!” She exclaimed, looking extremely shy. 

“What?” He inquired with a nonchalant shrug, scooping up another bite of ice cream and holding it up to her. “Eat.” The girl still looked very red as she leaned forward and took the bite. 

Jasper continued to feed her until their bowl was empty, and Angela elected to set it aside before wrapping her arms around his neck. By this point, they were both tired, and as Jasper quickly learned, she was very touchy. She rested her head on his shoulder and her fingers began playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“You’re going to make me fall asleep if you keep doing that.” Jasper’s chest rumbled as he spoke, but Angela didn’t seem deterred by his warning. 

“Is that a complaint?” She inquired quietly, which caused her boyfriend to shake his head immediately. 

“Never.” 

“Then shut up and enjoy having a pretty girl on your lap.” Jasper couldn’t help but chuckle at her tired demeanor but held her closer anyways. 

Neither of them were surprised to wake up the next morning and find that they had fallen asleep in that position. They both awoke with a jolt to someone banging on the front door, then had to explain why 1.) they were in the same clothes as yesterday 2.) their clothes were both wrinkly and their hair was messy 3.) late for work to a smirking Cruella. It was an embarrassing morning, but it was worth it for the amazing previous night.

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Our Song- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela and Jasper attempt to figure out what their song is. 

Word Count: 2k

“Jasper, what’s our song?” Angela questioned, looking back at him from her place on his bed. The man looked at her curiously from where he sat at his desk, not having expected the question. 

“What do you mean?” The girl rolled over so she could face him comfortably. 

“I mean, what’s our song? Artie said his and Gemma’s song is ‘Sugar, Sugar’ by The Archies, Amethyst said her and Cruella’s song is ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA, what’s our song?” Jasper hummed thoughtfully then began strumming the guitar that sat on his lap. 

“Well, what do you think it should be?” He inquired. “When you think about us? What song comes to mind?” Angela stayed silent as she thought about his question. 

“I don’t know,” she finally admitted. Jasper shot her a patient smile. 

“How about this, you think it over tonight then come back when you have an answer. I’ll do the same and we’ll see if we think the same thing.” Angela grinned at him. 

“Brilliant suggestion as always, my love,” she responded simply. Jasper chuckled softly and continued strumming peacefully. 

When Angela got home, she made a cup of tea then sat on the couch, deep in thought. There were so many possibilities for what could be their song, but it had to be something special to both of them. She would have to take a trip down memory lane. 

1. Heart of Gold- Neil Young

“I didn’t know you played guitar,” Jasper called from Angela’s bedroom, where he had been getting dressed. He must have noticed the acoustic guitar that sat in the corner of her room. Angela shrugged from where she stood at the stove. 

“I don’t really. My dad used to try to teach me but he was busy a lot. That thing just collects dust now but I don’t want to part with it.” As she spoke, Jasper walked out into the kitchen. 

“I could teach you,” he offered. She glanced at him as she turned the stove off. 

“You don’t have to do that darling,” she brushed off as she grabbed some plates. 

“But I want to.” He walked over and took the plates from her. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” The girl sighed, but finally nodded with a small smile. 

“Alright, when do we start?”

Over the next two months, Jasper taught her how to play. He took his time in teaching her each chord and note, making sure she understood before moving on. Eventually she began learning actual songs. Jasper picked the first one she should learn, “Heart of Gold” by Neil Young. He helped her play it, correcting her if needed (which wasn’t actually a common occurrence), and that had become the first official song she learned how to play. Now, if she had the urge to play her guitar, that was her go-to song every single time. 

The first song she ever learned to play with Jasper’s assistance  was a strong candidate in Angela’s opinion. It was a beautiful song with lyrics that applied to them. It was special to both of them, yet, it still didn’t feel like the one. She’d need to look deeper. 

2. I Wanna Be Your Dog- Artie Katz

Jasper and Angela, being the more musically inclined, had been put in charge to write the song that Artie would sing for their flash mob in Regent’s Park. Upon agreeing to do so, the couple got to work immediately. They went to Angela’s house since they would have more peace and quiet there, and her keyboard was there. 

“Okay, since Cruella wants her Dalmatian piece to be the focal point of the show, maybe we could do something with dogs,” Angela suggested, tapping her pencil against the blank sheet music in front of her. Jasper pursed his lips in thought, then nodded after a minute. 

“Okay,” he responded, beginning to strum a small riff on his guitar before beginning to play an unknown song. The girl listened for a moment, realizing that it was a garage rock/proto-punk type beat, then began adding piano into the mix. Her piano was set to a jazz setting, which added a ragtime sort of tone to the song. 

“Now I wanna be your dog,” she sang out, making sure to add a slight growl to her voice in order to match the music. Jasper looked excited to see her come up with something on the spot and continued to play. 

“And now I wanna be your dog, 

And now I wanna be your dog,

Well, come on,” she drew out the last word, growling at the end of it as they continued to play. The music got louder for a bit, but then Jasper quieted a bit as lyrics came to his mind. 

“And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand,” he sang before realizing that he had nothing after that. He began internally panicking, but stopped when Angela continued for him. 

“And lose my heart on the burning sands,” she sang before nodding at him, letting him know that they were about to sing the chorus again. 

“And now I wanna be your dog,

And now I wanna be your dog,

And now I wanna be your dog,” Jasper was the only one to extend the last note of that, and Angela smiled brightly as she looked back at her piano. 

“Well come on!” Immediately after singing that, they stopped playing their respective instruments in unison. Both were breathing heavily as the reality of what they’d just created had set in. 

“Jasper! That was so good!” Angela exclaimed excitedly, pulling him into a tight hug. The man couldn’t help but laugh as he nodded with the same enthusiasm. 

“You did amazing on that chorus,” he complimented as they pulled away. “That’s already, like, half the song done.” The girl nodded as she began writing on the sheet music, trying to get it all down before it left her mind. 

“Guess we’re just that good together,” she half joked absentmindedly. Jasper watched her with a small smile. 

“Agreed.”

Angela smiled at the memory, remembering how much fun they had writing that song. It was such a success. “I Wanna Be Your Dog” was also a good contender, it was quite literally their song, they’d written it together after all. Was it good enough though? That depended entirely on what else she could think of. 

3. Call Me Cruella- Angela Young

“Cruella De Vil,” Angela sang quietly as she worked on her latest design in Hell Hall. 

“Cruella De Vil,

She’s born to be bad,

So run for the hills.” Her singing caught the attention of Jasper, who had been sitting in there with her working on something. He looked up as Artie and Horace appeared in the doorway, the three of them listening intently. 

“Who wants to be nice?” The girl continued, putting on a posh voice to sing. 

“Who wants to be tame?

All of your good guys,

They all seem the same,

Original, criminal, dressed to kill,” she walked over to the mannequin to add several accents to her outfit as she sang the last part. 

“Just call me,” she paused to dramatically turn to her friends with a smirk.

“Cruella De Vil,” she concluded, which made Artie laugh. She grinned then began walking around the room swiftly as she gathered more supplies. 

“Call me crazy, call me insane

But you’re stuck in the past,

And I’m ahead of the game.” She sighed theatrically then grinned at Jasper, swaying her hips as she scurried over to them. 

“A life lived in penance,

It just seems a waste.” The stood and held out his hand when she reached them then twirled her with a small laugh. 

“And the devil has much better taste

And I tried to be sweet,” she continued, resting the back of her hand against her forehead melodramatically. 

“I tried to be kind,” she switched hands and closed her eyes. 

“But I feel much better now that I’m

Out of my mind,” she trailed off loudly, falling back and allowing Jasper to catch her. Once she let go of the last note, she stood once more then began walking to the main room casually with all three guys following her. 

“Well there’s always a line at the gates of hell

But I go right to the front ‘cause I dress this wel,” she sang as if she were gossiping. 

“Rip it up, leave it all in tatters

Beauty is the only thing that matters,” she breathed out, moving to the extra supplies then pausing in front of a portrait of the Baroness that they hadn’t taken down yet and pointing at it. “The fabric of your little world is town,” she sang to her before grabbing some thread from a drawer and walking back into the sewing room.

“Embrace the darkness and be reborn,” she concluded before making her voice softer as she grabbed some beads from her desk and began threading them. 

“Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil,

The fear on your face,

It gives me a thrill.” She laughed as the three men applauded her. 

“Angela,” Artie exclaimed with a bright smile. “That was amazing!” The girl blushed shyly then shook her head. 

“I agree,” Cruella’s voice came from behind them, which made Angela freeze in place with wide eyes. Her head whipped around as the woman walked over to her, a huge smirk on her face. 

“I’ve heard of villains getting their own song, but I never imagined that I would find mine in the form of you Angie,” she continued teasingly. Jasper couldn’t help but laugh as he followed her. 

“Yeah, sounds like you’ve been working on that one for a while,” he added, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend. “You’ve been writing songs without me?” He pouted, which made her roll her eyes jokingly then gently push him away. 

“I would never,” she responded. The man grinned then kissed the side of her head. 

“Seriously though, you should record that. I could help you with the instrument parts,” he offered, which made her smile. 

“I would love that.” 

That was the first and (so far) only song Jasper and Angela ever recorded. She loved looking back on it. As much as she liked writing and recording it, she didn’t know if it could be their song. She sighed loudly and flopped down on her bed. Now she was left with the same predicament. They were all such good options, but what could possibly be good enough for them? It only took her a few minutes before the answer hit her. 

Their song was not just one song. She shot up as the thought came to her. It’s not just a song. Their song was the laughs that they shared when she messed up a note while she learned how to play guitar. It was the sound of guitar and piano riffs late into the night while they were writing “I Wanna Be Your Dog.” It was Jasper and Angela messing around in the studio while recording “Call Me Cruella,” and it was all the laughter they shared while singing loudly off key just to annoy or distract the other. It was the songs that played in the background while they spent time together and the strumming of Jasper’s guitar when he was bored. It didn’t need to be limited to one song, it didn’t even have to be limited to a song. 

“Did you figure out what our song is?” Jasper asked her the next day, wrapping an arm around her comfortably. Angela couldn’t even begin to attempt to hide her smile as she looked at him. 

“I don’t think we have just one,” she responded simply. The man looked surprised at her answer, but he got over it quickly then nodded with a small smile. 

“I agree.”

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Puppy Jewelry- Jasper Badun x OC

Description: After a fight with Angela over a necklace, Jasper has to think about how to make it up to her. Luckily, there was a four legged animal there to aid him. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Note: The title sucks but I did my best

Today was just not Jasper’s day. Well, that may have been an understatement. This was just not Jasper’s week. He didn’t even know what started it all, but he was ready for the week to end. Cruella had been stressing out for the past month over an upcoming summer show, which meant that she was a lot snappier than usual. Horace hadn’t been much help, as usual he wasn’t understanding social cues so he didn’t know when to stop talking. That made Cruella snap at him more, to which Jasper defended him, which in turn would cause them to get in a small fight, makeup before the day ended, then repeat the next day. It was like a vicious cycle that made Jasper more irritated as the days went by and today it had all come to a head for something completely unrelated. 

“I’m back,” Jasper called as he walked into Hell Hall, Horace by his side. 

“About time,” Cruella grumbled as she walked over to them. “Do you have it?” She held out her hand expectantly, to which Jasper placed the handle of a bag in. 

“200 white pearl beads, just like you demanded,” he muttered. 

“Great,” Cruella chirped before her smile dropped. “Now move along.” She left no room for discussion before walking away to where the dressmakers were. Horace and Jasper watched her go, and the latter’s eyes narrowed a bit. 

“You’re welcome Cruella,” he grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Wasn’t like it was hard to get those or anything.” 

“Thank you boys,” a soft voice came from behind them, making the two turn around. Angela was walking towards them as she tied her sewing apron around her waist, suggesting that she had just come back from lunch. 

“I was the one who asked for them, I didn’t realize that they were hard to retrieve. I would’ve asked for something else if I had known,” she informed them apologetically. Her words made a smile form on Jasper’s face. At least she was grateful. 

“S’alright,” he brushed off. “We got them easily enough. Just promise you’ll make something pretty out of them.” 

“You have my word,” Angela giggled. Jasper nodded with a small laugh then perked up, digging in his pocket. 

“Oh hey, I got something for you while I was out,” he mentioned. Angela’s eyebrows knit together and she stared at him curiously, only to gasp when he pulled a diamond necklace out of his pocket. 

“I know you don’t like extravagant things, so I thought this one would do just nicely,” he explained, holding it up for her to see. The necklace itself wasn’t much, it was a gold chain with a diamond in the center of it, but it was the fact that he saw it and thought of her that made it sentimental. He was right, it was perfect.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said, awe in her tone. “Will you put it on me?”

“Of course.” He grinned as she turned around and moved her hair. He wrapped the chain around her neck then clasped it as carefully as he could. Once he was done Angela looked down at it before facing him with a toothy grin. 

“Thank you, Jasper,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Jasper returned the hug then kissed her cheek. 

“Anything for you.” Their sweet moment was interrupted by the socially unaware Horace. 

“Easiest grab we’ve ever done,” he added with a proud smile. Jasper felt Angela still in his arms, and he knew that Horace just said something he shouldn’t have. Angela slowly pulled away from her boyfriend and looked at their friend. 

“Grab?” She repeated. “You mean, like steal?” Horace nodded, none the wiser to the seriousness of her tone. 

“Yeah, it was just sitting out in the open in the shop. No cameras or anything,” he responded in the same proud tone. 

“Horace,” Jasper whisper-yelled, annoyed. “Zip it.” Horace stared at him confused, but Angela spoke before him. 

“You stole this necklace? Why would you do that?” She questioned firmly. Maybe Jasper spoke too soon about her being grateful. 

“Yeah,” Jasper responded as if it was nothing. “What’s the big deal?” He realized his mistake as soon as the question left his lips. Angela’s eyes widened at him. 

“Jasper!” She exclaimed. “You can’t just steal things and expect everything to be okay!” 

“It’s never done me wrong before,” the man defended, trying to keep his cool. “I don’t understand what the problem is, I did something nice for you.” 

“I appreciate that you got this for me, but I don’t want it if you’re just going to steal stuff like this for me,” she retorted. “I know that you got used to shoplifting in the past, but you have money now. It’s time to let the habit die because if you don’t you’ll end up in trouble with more than just me.” Jasper felt his anger boil over at her words.  

“Give it back then,” he demanded hotly. “If you’re going to complain about every little thing then maybe I just shouldn’t do nice things for you.” Angela stared at him surprised. 

“Jasper that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“I don’t care. Give me back that stupid necklace. I’ll just give it to Cruella, at least she’ll appreciate it.” Angela’s jaw dropped and she felt herself tearing up from frustration. 

“Fine,” she snapped, then practically ripped the necklace off of her neck. She threw it at him, not caring when it just bounced off his chest. 

"I’m leaving,” she stated, marching over to the dressmaker's room to grab her bag. She called a bye to Cruella, Artie and Horace before leaving, not sparing even a glance at Jasper. It wasn’t until she was outside that she realized 1. She and Artie had taken a cab to get here and 2. It was bloody cold outside and she left her jacket in the house. However, her pride and stubbornness refused to let her go back so she lifted her chin and began walking home. 

It was a long walk home. The spring winds blew harshly against her and her lack of a warm coat was not helping in the slightest. The fact that she was also crying made it worse as her tears would become cold immediately and slide down her face. She took a hot bath upon arriving at her house in an attempt to warm up. During her bath she went over their entire fight, and she became upset once more. Even if she had gotten mad quickly, that didn’t mean that Jasper should’ve compared her to Cruella. Of course Cruella would’ve appreciated it, she’s known Jasper and Horace their whole lives. That was the difference between them, and apparently that meant a lot to Jasper. 

After her (admittedly long) bath, she decided to make tea and watch tv. It was her favorite way to unwind, that’s why she was a bit annoyed when someone knocked on the door. She took a look at the clock on the wall nearby, wondering who would be at her door at 8:00., before making her way to said door. She didn’t look through the peephole before opening the door and regretted it almost immediately. Jasper stood on the other side with an apologetic smile on his face. Before she could close the door or say anything, Jasper held up his arms to reveal a Dalmatian puppy. 

“Say hello to Penny,” he said softly. Angela gasped at the sight of the puppy and her gaze softened. Carefully stepping outside, she picked up the Dalmatian as if she was holding a baby. 

“She's so cute,” Angela cooed, petting Penny behind her ear. “I didn’t know the dog had her puppies already.” Jasper nodded with a small smile. 

“She’s yours. If you want her, that is.” Angela nodded immediately with a bright smile before looking at him. 

“Thank you,” she responded softly. The man nodded once more. 

“Check her collar,” he instructed. Angela furrowed her brows but did as she said, almost immediately finding the diamond necklace from earlier attached to it. Right beside it was a receipt. 

“You paid for it,” she muttered, looking at him with surprise. 

“I also wanted to apologize,” Jasper added. Angela’s shock wore away and she offered him a small smile. 

“How about you come inside and we can talk?” She suggested. The man smiled gratefully at her then followed her inside. 

             The next ten minutes were spent on the couch with Jasper telling Angela all that had been on his mind the past month and how it was affecting him negatively. Angela listened silently, continuing to pet Penny. 

“I wish you would have told me this instead of letting it manifest,” she commented once he was done. “Maybe you wouldn’t have gotten so mad and compared me to your friend.” Jasper looked down, ashamed as his earlier words ran through his head. 

“I know, it was a bloody terrible thing I did. I never compare you to Cruella, that was the only time. That doesn’t make it any better but I want to make up for it,” he responded earnestly. Angela hummed softly, glancing down at Penny. 

“Well, getting me gifts won’t get my forgiveness, but it’s definitely an adorable start.” Jasper grinned when the girl giggled at her own words then nodded. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” 

“How about you help me make dinner and stay over,” she suggested with a playful smile. “Depending on how good you cook, I may just forgive you tonight.” Jasper mimicked her smile. 

“You’re on,” he said before standing. Angela took his hand when he held it out for her and they walked to the kitchen together.

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Lunch- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Jasper takes Angela to lunch, where they learn something interesting about each other. 

Word Count: 2.3k

“The full moon's bright. And starlight filled the evening,” came Elton John’s smooth chorus from the radio hanging on the wall of 2nd Time Around. It would have brought a smile to Angela’s face if that hadn’t been the sixth time she heard it in the past two hours. Artie had recently purchased Elton John’s latest album “Captain Fantastic and the Dirt Brown Cowboy” and he brought it into the shop so Angela could listen to it as well. Only problem is their radio seemed to be having problems with it, that song after every other one. At first Angela thought it was just a hiccup, but this was starting to get ridiculous. 

“Artie, it’s playing that song again,” she complained, leaning against the counter. 

“Hitting it seems to help,” came her boss’s voice from the back room, where he was putting price tags on some new stock. “There’s no one here, just hit it until it skips.” Angela looked around, noting that he was right about both things. She was glad that the store was empty, ever since Cruella revealed that Artie and Angela worked for her at the party she threw, people were more eager to visit their shop. Today was Sunday, no one usually shops on Sundays so today was the first day that Artie and Angela could relax and sort of restock. 

Still, that didn’t make her want to do this any less. The girl groaned internally and grabbed the stepladder, setting it up under where the radio hung on the wall. She carefully climbed the steps until she was face to face with that stupid machine and began hitting it in an attempt to make it work properly, trying to ignore the blaring music going straight into her ears. 

“We wrote it and I played it, Something happened it's so strange this feeling, Naive notions that were childish,” Elton continued to sing, successfully covering up the sound of bells jingling, signaling that someone had walked in. 

“Just skip already you stupid radio,” she grumbled, annoyed. The radio didn’t care about the insult, continuing to play that infernal song. 

“Simple tunes that tried to hide it, But when it comes, We all fall in love sometimes.”  She groaned loudly, getting ready to hit the machine again when a voice came from behind her. 

“I don’t know, I actually found that song quite good,” Jasper spoke, hands going into the pockets of his jacket casually. Angela nearly fell off the ladder, having not heard him enter the store, then faced him. 

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” she greeted, climbing down the ladder and straightening out her dress. “Welcome to 2nd Time Around. I’m Angela, or Angel as in: sent from above.” She gestures to her body with a bright smile. 

“That was cute,” Jasper commented with a small smile. “Did Artie come up with that one for you?” Angela nodded. 

“I felt a bit left out since he had that ‘Art, as in: work of’ line so he helped me out,” she explained, moving the ladder. “What can I help you with? We just got new stock from Dior, Chanel, and even Saint Laurent. From casual looks for lunch or suits for going out on the town, we have it all,” she explained, gesturing to several racks around them. Jasper let her do her whole spiel, knowing how much she loved coming up with stuff like that, before shaking his head. 

“Well I didn’t originally come here for clothes but it seems that your customer service has changed my mind,” he said, making her giggle. “That can come later though. It’s nearly time for your lunch break so I figured I’d take you out to lunch.” Angela smiled internally, touched that he remembered such mundane things in her schedule. 

“Well, let me just go click out and I’ll be ready,” she responded happily. He nodded and waited patiently as she walked to the back room, informing Artie that she was going on her lunch break, before clocking out and grabbing her coat. She slipped it on as she walked out. 

“Wow, nice coat,” Jasper complimented, making her blush. 

“Well thank you, I designed it myself.” She spread her arms out and turned to show him the entire thing. 

“Beautiful,” he spoke softly before holding out his hand. “Ready to go?” She took his hand with a nod then called a bye to Artie as they walked out. 

“So, how has it been living at ‘Hell Hall’?” She asked as they began walking down the sidewalk. Of course Artie and Angela stopped by Cruella’s new estate for work, but that’s just what it was. Jasper and Horace didn’t like to interrupt the dressmakers while they were working. There was a fashion show coming up so they had to get everything done as soon as possible. With all the chaos at the shop and at Hell Hall, the new couple had no time to see each other. It was surprising to Angela that her boyfriend had come by in fact. This was the first time in a week and a half that they truly got to see each other, and Angela wanted to make that time count. Jasper wrapped the arm closest to her around her shoulders and his other hand went into his coat pocket while hers went into her jacket’s pockets. 

“Strange,” he answered honestly. “I lived in that cramped house for 23 years, I had the chance to get used to it. Now, I could get an entire floor of this huge mansion to myself if I just say the word. And yes, Cruella has tried.” 

“You’re not used to having so much space,” Angela clarified. The man nodded. 

“Exactly. Horace and Estella were always within arm’s reach in case something happened,” he continued. “Now it takes a commute to find either of them. I just- I don’t know…I kind of wish things were how they were. Before I got Estella the job at Liberty, before Estella became Cruella.” He looked at his girlfriend once he finished his rant. She hummed then gave him a patient smile. 

“Things like this take some getting used to Jas. You’re a creature of habit, of course you’re not going to get comfortable right away. And that’s okay, I know that Cruella and Horace understand. And about Cruella, she’s always been there from what I understand. She was going to come out no matter what, it was only a matter of time when. She was like a ticking time bomb, but we all still love her either way. That’s what matters, right?” Jasper sighed, he had a love/hate relationship with her logical thought process. 

“Besides,” she added. “If you hadn’t gotten her the job at Liberty, she wouldn’t have met Artie and I. Then you would never have met me.” That was enough for Jasper to look at her once more with his usual adorkable smile. 

“You’re right. I’d rather die than to never have met you,” he muttered sincerely. Angela smiled and stretched just enough to kiss his jawline. 

After walking a few more minutes Jasper finally opened the door of a small restaurant in a shopping strip for her and led her inside. Lunch went by rather quickly, and before they realized, the check had been placed in front of them. Angela went to grab it but Jasper handed the money to their waiter without hesitation. Their waiter thanked them and walked away to put it up, leaving Angela to jokingly glare at her boyfriend. 

“Jasper I could have paid, you know,” Angela scolded softly. 

“I wanted to wait for us to go on a date so that I could be the one to pay for it, Angela. Like a gentleman, you know. I have the chance to do that now, so please let me.” The girl quieted immediately. She hadn’t thought about that. Rather than responding, she only thanked him and switched the conversation, much to his relief. 

“Well, I still have twenty minutes left of my lunch break. What do you say to a small stroll?” She questioned as they stood in unison. 

“Sounds great love,” he responded, taking her hand and walking out. They walked a few minutes until they ended up in front of what both of them recognized as Liberty, where a worker was setting up the new display case.  

“Oh man, this reminds me of a few months back before I met you guys,” Angela reminisced with a smile. “I was passing by here on my way to work and there was a girl who got drunk and messed up the display case with trash. Man, did the manager look mad.” She laughed, harkening back to that day. 

It had seemed like a normal day, since Angela lived so close to 2nd Time Around she usually just walked there everyday. She remembered how hot it was, so she wore short overalls on top of a yellow shirt. On her way there, she passed by the Liberty store, but paused when she noticed a few people crowding the display. That, of course, piqued her interest and she pushed her way to the front, apologizing every few seconds. 

There was a woman with red hair who seemed to be asleep on the floor of the display case, empty trash bag in one hand and an almost empty bottle of what looked like whiskey in the other. The man beside her stepped forward and knocked on the window, jolting her awake. 

“Why’d you go and sleep in a window?” Someone on the other side of the knocking man questioned dumbly. Oh, Angela had to show this to Artie. Carefully, she took her camera out of her bag and snapped a few pictures shortly before the manager walked out and grabbed her. Angela took the time to check her watch, and her eyes widened. She was going to be late! Before anyone could do anything else a car came screeching to a halt just outside the store, making everyone turn around. And, that was Angela’s cue to leave. She began pushing past people, knocking someone over almost immediately. 

“Ah! Bloody hell!” The man groaned out upon hitting the ground.

“Sorry!” She called apologetically, though she didn’t turn back as she ran the rest of the way to work. 

While she reminisced, Jasper stopped in his steps, thinking back to when Estella had done that. 

“Wait, were you wearing denim overalls that day?” He questioned. Angela was confused by this, but quickly understood where he was getting at and looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh my god, you’re the guy that I ran into after the Baroness arrived!” She exclaimed. 

“You’re the one who snapped a picture of Estella then fell into me!” He responded in the same tone with a toothy grin. 

“Did we seriously meet before we actually met?” She asked with amused disbelief.  Jasper shook his head, feeling the same way as her by the looks of it. 

“I cannot believe this,” he chuckled as they continued their walk. 

“I still have the picture of that,” Angela mentioned. “It’s in my camera roll, I haven’t gotten the film developed though.”

“You know what, I can and will personally go with you to get it developed. That would be wonderful blackmail.” The girl shook her head at that. 

“You’re bad,” she answered, though she couldn’t help but smile. 

“I guess so.” They walked back to the shop, making pleasant conversation. That stopped when they stepped inside and saw Artie talking to someone very familiar. 

“Hello Cruella,” Angela greeted chirpily, unlinking her arm from Jasper’s. “I didn’t know you were coming by. Lots of surprises today.” She took her coat off and began walking to the back room. 

“Thought I’d come see how 2nd Time Around was doing now that you guys have publicity. Artie tells me you two have been working overtime,” Cruella responded, resting on her cane. “You could have told me, I wouldn’t have worked you to the bone after work every night.” 

“Yes, almost two hundred customers a day,” Artie added. Jasper’s eyes widened as Angela walked back out. 

“Two hundred? How are you two still alive?” 

“Lots of determination,” Artie responded simply. 

“And our new coffee machine,” Angela added, leaning against the counter. Jasper rubbed her back soothingly. 

“Well, you guys are closed on Mondays, right? Why don’t you two come over, we’ll have a small sleepover and you guys can sleep in luxury. No offense.” Angela pursed her lips. 

“None taken. I think.” Cruella’s usual smirk settled on her face once more. 

“Great. I’m sure Jasper doesn’t mind driving down here once you close. Until then I have a few more stops to make. Come on Jasper.” She began walking out, pausing in the doorway to wait for him.

“Come back soon,” Angela spoke softly. 

“Of course,” he responded with a sincere smile. “I still have some shopping to do and I heard there was a very cute worker here.” 

“I would say that you’re referring to me, but I think that would ruin the moment, huh?” Artie joked, making the others laugh. Jasper shook his head amusedly and leaned down a bit to give Angela a quick kiss goodbye then began following his friend. The two waved as they watched them walk out, then they heard Elton John’s voice ring out once again. 

“Wise men say, It looks like rain today,” the same song started for the seventh time. 

“Want me to have a go at it?” Artie questioned knowingly. 

“No,” Angela shook her head, surprising Artie though she couldn’t see it as her eyes were still trained on the door her boyfriend just left though. “It’s starting to come around for me.”

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Alive and Well Part 2- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Cruella enlists Artie and Angela’s help to put the Baroness away from good, but once it’s all over, Angela and Jasper are left with only their feelings for each other and no way of knowing how to go about it.

Word Count: 2.8k

Work had been almost nonstop since the plan was set in motion, but Angela didn’t mind. She loved the adrenaline that ran through John’s house at all times. Everyone was excited to be on board and they wanted to make it perfect just as much as Cruella did. That’s why Angela was confused when Jasper came into her room while everyone was on a lunch break. 

“Hey Jas, what’re you doing here? I thought you’d be eating with Horace and Artie,” she greeted the man, trying not to show her confusion. He shot her an almost cutely awkward smile and took a seat beside her. 

“Well, I wanted to keep you company, and check on your dress for tonight,” he responded before looking it over. “It looks amazing.” Angela blushed. 

“Thanks, I can’t wait for you to see the finished product.” 

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in it,” he said softly, staring at her with a look she couldn’t quite explain. Her blush deepened, but she couldn’t find words to respond with the way he was looking at her. She noticed his eyes flicker down for a moment before looking into her eyes. 

“Angela, I-” he never got to finish his thought before he was interrupted. 

“Hey guys, Cruella says it’s time to get back to- oh,” Artie stopped mid sentence when he stepped in the doorway. “Uh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll just uh… be out here when you’re done.” 

“Uh no, it’s okay,” Jasper said quickly, standing and dusting himself off. “I should probably go help Horace fix up that car.” With that, he left without looking at the girl. Angela only watched helplessly, dying to know what he was going to say. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance as she had to help a few others with last minute details then had to get ready herself. 

She didn’t even see him again until they arrived at Hellman Hall for the charity event. She arrived with Artie, showing their “invitation” to John, who let them in with a knowing smile. They gave him their coats then headed to the ballroom filled with black and white wigs in memory of Cruella. The duo split up to make sure that everything went according to plan, then John instructed her to get an earpiece from Jasper. It didn’t take her long to find him. 

“Excuse me sir, could you direct me to the champagne?” She questioned innocently upon reaching him. His back had been turned when she walked up, but he turned after hearing her voice with a bright smile. 

“Yes ma’am I-” he paused when he noticed her outfit. She looked, in the simplest terms possible, absolutely stunning. Her dress made her look like a literal goddess and her hair all done up framing her face added to the look. 

“Yes ma’am, I?” She prompted him with a teasing smile. He seemed to come back to his senses, only for his eyes to widen. 

“Oh no miss, you’ve dropped your earring,” he informed her urgently. That made her look around and crouch down. He followed suit and pretended to look down, only to hold something out for her a second later. Upon looking at it, she realized that he was holding an earpiece. 

“Oh, you sly dog,” Angela whispered with a giggle, which made him chuckle. As they stood, she placed the device in her ear then covered her hair. 

“Thank you sir,” she spoke openly now. 

“Of course,” he nodded and held out a champagne flute for her. “Enjoy the party, miss.” With one last nod to each other, Angela sent him a wink and continued to walk around. Once it was time to get everyone outside to the cliff, Angela went arm in arm with Artie to see why was happening. The Baroness was talking to Estella right beside the railing between the property and the cliff. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the Baroness hug the girl, then gasped in horror after the woman promptly pushed her over the railing. Angela’s knees buckled under her, but Artie was quick to catch her. 

“Come on, we have to go,” he muttered in her ear, leading her off as the Baroness continued to claim that Estella had jumped. John, Horace and Jasper were waiting outside the entrance of the building, looking unphased. Upon noticing Angela’s distressed state, Jasper walked over to the duo and hugged her. 

“It’s okay Angie. Just trust us,” he whispered. That confused the girl, and she looked up at the man. He didn’t acknowledge the look as he led her to the circle of gravel as a car sped towards them. Angela gasped and she plus the men with her stepped back once the car skidded to a stop just a few feet away from them. The girl’s mouth dropped open as Cruella de Vil stepped out of her car. 

“No way,” she breathed out with a small laugh. Jasper’s hand went around her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. 

“Didn’t I tell you to trust us?” He muttered as everyone surrounded the car. She couldn’t help but laugh and she pulled him into a tight hug that he didn’t hesitate to return as the police led the Baroness to their car. 

“Can’t you idiots see!” The woman shouted. “That Estella person, that’s a trick! She’s really Cruella!” 

“Cruella de Vil,” Cruella announced with a triumphant smirk. 

Just a few days later, “Estella” was laid to rest, finally with her mother once more. Cruella, Jasper and Horace moved into the newly named Hell Hall, but Jasper was quick to notice that there was one person missing. 

“Hey, Artie? Where’s Angela?” He asked his flamboyant friend. The man shrugged absentmindedly as he stared at the ornately designed wall pieces. 

“She was outside by the cliff last I saw her,” he answered distractedly. Jasper thanked him then headed out where everyone had seen the Baroness murder Estella Miller just a few days ago. She was sitting on a bench not far from the cliff, just listening to the waves miles below by the looks of it. 

“Beautiful view, huh?” He asked softly as to not disturb her. Her head turned just a bit to look at him and nod. A serene smile graced her face that made her look even more beautiful than the night of the gala in Jasper’s opinion. She patted the space beside her, to which he sat down. It was a rather peaceful silence, and it was the calmest both of them had been in a week. Cruella allowed the guys all a small break to get settled into the mansion and Artie and Angela were given a break from designing to relax. 

“What were you going to say?” Angela interrupted the silence. Jasper’s eyebrows knit together and he looked at her. 

“What?” 

“What were you going to tell me the day of the charity gala?” She elaborated. “When everyone was at lunch.” Jasper now blushed and looked down shyly. 

“Ah, that,” he started, his tone matching his mood. 

“Oh please, no need to act bashful now,” Angela teased, resting her head on his shoulder affectionately. Jasper didn’t laugh like she expected him to, which worried her. 

“Hey,” she nudged him gently. “What’s wrong?” The man stayed silent for a minute, but was yet again interrupted for the third time in the past three days. Horace walked out with Winky by his feet. 

“Oi Jasper!’ He called despite being only a few feet away from the duo. “Cruella wants you back inside to help her with a few,” he paused and glanced at the palm of his hand. “Executive decisions to maximize the space of the house,” he finished slowly, obviously reading off his hand. Angela couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head at the innocence in his tone. Jasper smiled a little then looked at her. 

“Duty calls, I guess,” he muttered apologetically. Angela brushed him off. 

“Go ahead. I’ll see you later.” The man nodded and bid her a quick goodbye and followed his friend back inside, leaving Angela to sigh and continue to look out over the cliff. 

A few days later. Cruella decided to have a party to introduce herself and all of her workers to the world, not wanting to not give everyone their due credit. Everyone who was anyone was going to be there, so everyone had to make a good impression. 

Angela dressed in a form fitting burgundy gown with off the shoulder short sleeves and pulled her hair up into a bun. Once she was happy with her look, she decided to go around and help anyone who needed help getting ready. The first door she happened upon was Jasper’s, who had opened it a crack. She knocked twice on the door, waiting for him to call her in before entering. 

The man in question was standing at a full length mirror fully dressed, aside from his tie. He looked wonderful, Angela thought. The suit really did him justice because it was like him: simple. Jasper never cared for extravagant outfits, and that opinion has stayed with him to this day. He was just wearing a simple tux, nothing added, just the suit. He seemed to be focused on his appearance though, as he hadn’t greeted her, or noticed her at all. Upon closer inspection, Angela realized he was having trouble with his bowtie. 

“Turn around Jas,” she instructed gently. The man sighed, but turned around upon realizing that it was Angela’s voice. He paused, staring her up and down in shock, which made Angela smile as she recalled the night of the charity gala. 

“Wow, uh, you look incredible,” he complimented, still looking blown away. She blushed in response and absentmindedly smoothed her dress down. 

“Thank you, but that’s not why I’m here. Bowtie, please,” she instructed, holding her hand out for the piece of fabric. Jasper looked like he wanted to protest, but gave in without a word. Angela thanked him and stepped closer, wrapping the tie around the back of his neck. Her eyes stayed on his neck as she tied it, too shy to look into his eyes with how close they were. Meanwhile, he couldn’t find it in himself to look away from her. She looked so cute when she concentrated, usually she hit her lip but not tonight unless she wanted to risk ruining her lipstick. 

Once she was done, she straightened out his tie then slid her hand to the collar of his nice shirt and folded it down. Only then did she finally look at him.  

“All done-“ she broke off, noticing the look he was giving her. What was that in his eyes? Longing? Affection? Love? 

“I- uh,” she started, but she had no words to finish her thought. Not like she had the chance anyway. 

“Guests are arriving!” Artie called down the hall. Both their heads snapped to the doorway, then to each other. 

“Right uh, I should be going,” Angela muttered quickly, stepping away from him and ignoring the loss she felt from not being so close to him anymore. “Cruella requested that Artie and I go down together,” she explained, as if he didn’t already know. 

“Right,” he repeated with an awkward smile. “Uh, good luck.” His hands went into his pockets as she shot him a dazzling smile. 

“You as well. See you out there,” she responded before walking out of his room, closing the door behind her. Jasper was really starting to get annoyed with all the interruptions. 

The party was almost in full swing when Cruella announced that it was time to make their entrance. She  had everyone separated into groups by their importance to her: all of Artie and Angela’s tailors would go down first separated by their part in the dressmaking process, then once they were at the bottom of the stairs Artie and Angela would walk down, they were the ones who got all the fabric and such after all. Then Horace and Jasper walked down side by side, no reason to explain the obvious reason. Then finally, the queen herself at the top of the stairs, completing the pyramid. The applause was almost deafening, and Jasper noticed Angela squeeze Artie’s arm. She had done that before the flash mob at the park, so it didn’t take long for Jasper to realize it was a stress reliever, a way to sort of ground herself around so many people. 

Cruella gave a short speech welcoming everyone then saying what would go on tonight: there would be a sort of q&a for anyone who had questions about them as well as showcasing all their previous designs on mannequins that lined the side walls. But first, there were introductions that needed to happen. Cruella went through all the dressmakers by name and what their specialty was, and as she said their names they walked down the steps as rehearsed. It went by rather quickly and soon everyone was encouraged to mingle until the q&a started. 

Jasper looked about the room, searching for someone in particular, and he found her just moments later. Angela was in a small group that surrounded Cruella’s rubbish dress discussing how long it took to make and such. He had a plan, and no one was going to stop him this time. He made his way over to the group, coming up behind the girl as she listened to Artie talk. She nearly gasped when an arm went around her waist and someone’s lips practically touched the shell of her ear. 

“Meet me outside when you’re done here. By the cliff,” Jasper whispered, which made her relax now that she knew it was only him. She turned just a bit to nod, a sign that she understood. With one more nod, Jasper’s hands went into his pockets as he headed outside to their agreed meeting spot. Just a few minutes later he heard the clacking of heels walking towards him and he turned around. Angela smiled at him upon reaching him. 

“You wanted to talk?” She inquired, just loud enough to be heard over the water below. Jasper nodded nervously. 

“I want to tell you what I’ve been dying to tell you since before the whole fire incident,” he explained, which made her perk up. Finally. 

“Go on, then,” she responded, leaning against the railing beside him. He stayed silent yet again for a few minutes. 

“Jasper,” she called, making him look at her. “I know you’re probably thinking of the right way to put things, but you might want to hurry because we don’t know the next time we’ll-“ 

“Jasper! Angie!” Artie called, stepping outside. “Cruella wants us inside for the q&a!” Jasper watched as Angela’s shoulders slumped in defeat, attempting not to show her disappointment. 

“Nevermind then,” she muttered softly, straightening out her dress as she stood straight once more. Jasper shook his head quickly. No. Not this time. His hand shot out to grab her own as she began heading inside. Angela barely had time to turn and question him before he pulled her close to him. His hand left hers and instead moved to cup her face with both hands and bring his lips to hers. Immediately her hands reached up to cover his and her eyes closed, her lashes looking like a Morning Glory at dusk. This wasn’t just a kiss, it was something that they could get addicted to if they weren’t careful, but neither of them cared about that. All they focused on was each other until Angela was forced to pull away for air. 

“I love you,” Jasper whispered, not wasting a second before pressing another kiss to her lips, this time much more delicate and much less urgent. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to say.” Another kiss. “And bloody hell has it been hard to get a moment alone to tell you that.” Angela couldn’t help but giggle as their lips met yet again. 

“I’m afraid with our line of work we don’t have a lot of time to wait,” she responded simply, her hands now resting on his shoulders. “But for you, I would make time.” 

“There’s no need now that it’s done,” he spoke with a wide smile that she just couldn’t help but copy. “Just stay with me, forever.” 

“I would like nothing more,” Angela answered, wrapping her arms around him in a hug that he returned. 

“Wow,” they heard another voice from behind them, which made them turn around. Cruella stood there with a knowing smirk. 

“That was touching,” she continued. “But now that you’ve professed your undying love for each other, we have a q&a to do so let’s go. Please?” She added after Angela raised her eyebrows at her. Jasper chuckled at the interaction then held his arm out for Angela. 

“Shall we?” The woman grinned at him then linked their arms together. 

“We shall.” With that, they followed Cruella inside to the rest of their lives. 

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Alive and Well Part 1- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela reads the morning news and discovers that Cruella is dead, and Jasper and Horace have gone to jail for it. It leaves her with unresolved feelings for Jasper, but after getting a call from Artie, she realizes that they may not actually be unresolved.

Word Count: 1.8k

“You’re sure that it’s okay if I stay home today?” Angela asked hesitantly, twirling the phone cord around her finger. 

“Of course,” Artie responded earnestly. “In fact, I think I may just close the shop a bit early today, business has been a bit slow, you know?” Both of them knew that that was a lie, but Angela was thankful that he made an attempt. 

“Thanks Art, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She questioned hopefully. 

“I can swing by later tonight if you’d like,” he suggested. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” she brushed it off. “Have a good day, lots of love.” 

After setting the phone down, Angela took another look at the very reason she wanted to stay home. She picked up the newspaper carefully, as if it would bite her, and tried not to tear up as she read the headline. 

                                      Cruella Up In Flames

A few hours earlier, the fire department received a call about a large house fire in the warehouse district of London, where it was discovered that it was the upcoming fashion icon Cruella’s lair. Just an hour before that, she had a flash mob showcasing her new work in Regent's Park, only to get run out by the police.   

Angela’s heart broke as she read it over, and the next line didn’t help her in the slightest. 

Police caught and arrested Jasper Badun and Horace Ethan for conspiracy to murder, though there was no body discovered among the wreckage. 

She set the paper down, not being able to read anymore of it. It just didn’t make sense, just last night everything seemed fine. Everyone had a blast with the show and even discussed getting drinks to celebrate the occasion. Plus, that didn’t even sound like Jasper and Horace. They loved Este -or actually- Cruella, from how they talked about her, she was like their sister. Sure she had been very pushy before the show, but that doesn’t mean the boys just jumped to murder. That wasn’t them. It was the Baroness, it had to be. But she couldn’t prove that, besides, Cruella was dead and that was the end of it. And yet, how was she supposed to just move on as if the past few months of helping the icon meant nothing, as if they weren’t the best days of her life? She had no idea. 

Just a few hours later she received a call from Artie. 

“I need your help,” he spoke rather excitedly. 

“Hello to you too, Art,” she responded amusedly. She heard the man laugh on the other end, and she could just imagine him shaking his head at her. 

“Hello Angela. How are you doing? How’s the family? Is your garden coming in nicely? I need your help,” he retorted in the same tone as before. 

“I’m as well as I can be. My mum got over that nasty cold and dad said hi. It is, but I’ll need more fertilizer soon. How can I help you?” Artie then gave her an address, telling her to meet him there for something important. 

“What is it? I’m not going to get killed, am I?” She joked, smiling when she heard him laugh once again. 

“Oh no, nothing like that love. Just get here as soon as you can. Lots of love!” He gave her no time to respond before he hung up. Angela only stared at her phone, confused. After a minute she shrugged and set it down, she had no reason not to trust Artie so she would have to get ready for the secret location. 

Just an hour later she stepped off the bus and arrived at a nice looking house. She double checked at the address she’d written down then walked up to the doorstep, knocking nervously. After only waiting for a few seconds the door opened to reveal a bald man in a nice suit. Her eyebrows shot up a bit and she messed with the hem of her rust colored parka. 

“Uh, hello. Is Artie here?” She greeted him awkwardly. 

“Are you Angela Young?” The man questioned in a deep voice, to which she nodded. A small smile rested upon his face and he opened the door wider for her. 

“Come in, my name is John. I am the owner of this house,” he explained as she stepped inside. “May I take your coat?” 

“Oh, uh, yes please.” She, with John’s help, took her parka off and she waited while he hung it up in a nearby closet. 

“Angela!” She heard Artie call from down the hall. She barely had time to turn before he hugged her. 

“I thought I heard your voice love. We’ve been waiting for you.” 

“We?” Angela repeated confusedly. 

“I’ll go make you some tea,” John spoke before walking off to what Angela assumed was the kitchen. 

“Come on,” the excited boy instructed, linking his arm in hers and leading her down the hall. 

“Artie, what’s going on?” She questioned as she followed him. “Why are we here in a stranger’s house?” 

“Just wait and see,” he responded before stopping in front of the doorway of what seemed to be the living room. She stared at him curiously for a minute before walking inside, then gasped. 

“Jasper!” She cried out in surprise. The man grinned widely at the girl. 

“Angela,” he exclaimed as the girl practically ran over to him. The two embraced, Jasper’s head lowering a bit to rest on top of her head. 

“You’re okay,” she breathed out, now sounding relieved. 

“You are too,” he responded in the same tone, squeezing her tighter. Angela wanted to cry, this time with happiness, but that would come later. 

“I am too,” she heard Horace speak up from the sofa. That made Angela giggle as she (very hesitantly) pulled away from Jasper and faced him. 

“I’m glad,” she responded kindly as she offered him a quick hug. “But what happened? I thought you two had gone to jail?” She questioned, looking around. 

“Well, we were in prison, but then we escaped,” Horace explained. 

“We had some help though,” Jasper added, now looking past Angela. That made her turn around, and her eyes widened. 

“Cruella,” she exclaimed. “You’re alive.” Though she was happy, she found her feet were stuck in place. She was still rather upset about Cruella’s treatment of not only her, but Artie, Horace and especially Jasper. That made her smile fade, and the woman seemed to understand why. 

“I know you’re probably mad,” she started, making Angela cross her arms. 

“That’s a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?” She cut her off rather coldly. She could see Artie frown out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t exactly care at the moment. Instead, she shrugged and began walking around the living room. 

“I mean, now that I know what the Baroness is capable of, I want to take her down. Believe me, I do. But that was your goal before your ‘death’ and look what happened. You treated everyone like they were trash and beneath you, you acted as if Horace and Jasper hadn’t been there for you since you were children, and yet you still were ready to throw them under the bus to reach your goal. Hell, you almost fired me from a job I technically didn’t have! None of us were being paid for helping you, we did it because we cared about you. You didn’t care then, though. Tell me, what difference does it make this time around?” She stopped when Jasper reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder. 

“Just hear her out, Ang,” he pleaded softly. “She’ll explain everything.” She stared at him for a moment going over her options. Eventually she sighed and faced the woman across from her expectantly. After a few minutes of Cruella staying quiet, Angela breathed out a laugh and shook her head. 

“I’m leaving. Good luck with whatever you guys are trying to do but I’m not about to be a part of it.” She grabbed her bag, ignoring Jasper when he called her name. Just as she reached the door, she was stopped by Cruella finally speaking. 

“I almost died,” Cruella started. “If it hadn’t been for John, I would have. It’s quite the eye opener, though I don’t recommend you try it,” she stayed quiet for another minute before looking down when Angela faced her once more. “There’s no easy way to say this. The Baroness is my birth mother, she gave me away to die. And then killed the sweetest woman, albeit a liar, who ever lived.” Angela’s eyes widened, and her shoulder slumped enough that her purse fell from her shoulder and hung from her elbow. 

“We are in a kill-or-be-killed situation here. I can’t run, she’ll find me. You know she will, Angie,” she paused yet again then took a deep breath before looking at her. “I went a bit mad. I’m sorry. After all that’s happened with us, I can’t help but view you as my sister, and I know you’re the same way. Well, at least you were before I blew up. The point is, you’re my family. You guys are all I have.” Cruella gave her a desperate look, which made her close her eyes in thought. After a minute of silence Angela crossed her arms and exhaled deeply. 

“God, you’re really hard to say no to sometimes,” she finally spoke, opening her eyes once more. A smile appeared on Cruella’s face and she stood. The two met each other halfway in a hug. 

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” She questioned, which made the girl laugh. 

“Yeah, why not,” she responded as they pulled away. “So, what now?” Cruella’s sincere  smile melted into a mischievous one. 

“I have a plan,” she spoke. 

“Of course you do,” Artie responded teasingly. 

“And you two are going to help me,” Cruella continued. Angela and Artie gave each other a look before facing the woman. 

“A night full of fabulous and mayhem and possibly death.” Angela hummed in thought.

“Hmm. Check, check, I’m not quite sure about the death though.” 

“It won’t be any of you,” Cruella retorted. Artie grinned. 

“Continue.” 

“The Baroness’ charity gala is this weekend. We’re going to need the home addresses and measurements of all the guests.”

“Easy,” Horace responded, petting Winky. 

“You and Artie’s tribe of dressmakers, of course,” Cruella continued. 

“Of course,” Angela repeated with a grin. 

“A black cape, pots of paint.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jasper questioned with a laugh. 

“Several boned corsets…” Angela turned to face the others with a playful smile. 

“Should we write this down?” John walked in with tea for everyone, and Cruella’s smile widened as she looked around. 

“Let’s get started then.”

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Late Night- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Jasper awakens at almost 3:00 a.m. and finds Angela still working on her designs. He opts to keep her company as an excuse to grow closer with her.

Word Count: 2k

The clock that hung on his wall said it was 2:42 a.m. Jasper groaned softly, wondering what could have possibly made him wake up in the middle of the night. He was exhausted, he’d had a long day yesterday trying to deal with the three new Dalmatians that now lived with them. And yet here he was, awake. Figuring that he wouldn’t fall asleep just laying there, he decided to make a late night snack. Those mini apple danishes Angela brought earlier that day sounded pretty good, and it was easy and quiet enough to grab a few.

Jasper stood as quietly as he could, knowing that Horace and the dogs were asleep on the couches in the next room. He tip-toed out of his room and slipped to the kitchen, thankfully not disturbing the four sleeping figures just a few feet away from it. Just as he reached the counter where the danishes were, he heard a noise. It was faint, but it was most definitely there. It sounded like some sort of machine running. A sewing machine maybe? That didn’t make sense though. It was almost 3:00 a.m. and both Artie and Angela were too globally aware to leave something like that running all night. The only other possible answer was that someone was still there. He carefully walked over to the hole in their floor that showed the next floor down, where Artie and Angela usually worked, and was surprised to see the light on.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that there was in fact someone working downstairs. It was Angela. She sat at her green Singer sewing machine, eyes intently focused on the fabric she was in the process of hemming. Jasper watched her curiously. What was she doing here? Maybe she lost track of time? He didn’t know, but he felt too bad to leave her alone. It’s not like he’d fall back asleep anytime soon anyway. So, he grabbed a few danishes for the both of them and made his way down, using the stairs rather than the lift so he wouldn’t scare her. Thankfully she happened to stop the machine just in time to hear his footsteps approaching. She turned around then raised her eyebrows at the man walking towards her.

“Jasper, hey,” she greeted quietly, not wanting to wake anyone upstairs.

“You’re here pretty late,” he commented softly, setting the plate on an empty place on her desk. The girl smiled patiently then shrugged.

“That’s the life of a dressmaker, sometimes you have to pull some all-nighters. Definitely not the first time it’s happened and it probably won't be the last,” she responded simply. Jasper grabbed a nearby stool and took a seat beside her as she grabbed a danish.

“I thought your dress would be done by now,” he commented confusedly. “You were so happy earlier today because you said you were almost done.” He watched her shoulders slump just a smidge, which made him worry.

“Yeah, Cruella said that it was a bit basic,” she explained. “She wanted me to bedazzle the bodice. But I don’t want to tackle that yet so I’m working on the dress she told me to make.”

“Wait, she wants you to make another dress?” Jasper asked. Angela giggled at the shock in his tone then nodded.

“She doesn’t have time to make her dress for the upcoming show. I offered to do it, but I have to follow her design which I’m not the best at. Our styles are similar yet feel like polar opposites at the same time because we express them in different ways. She preferred for it to be done by tomorrow, that’s why I’m here now.” Jasper sighed internally. Of course she’s here because of Cruella.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay with you taking more than a day to make it, Angela. It’s past 3:00, you should be sleeping” he commented softly, but she just shrugged as she began messing with the hem again.

“I know, but I’d much rather get it over with right now.”

“Well, how would you like some company?” He offered, which made her look at him once again.

“You really don’t have to do that, Jasper. It’s really late,” she protested, but he was having none of it.

“I’m well aware, but if you’re not going to bed then neither am I.” Angela huffed. She almost considered going to bed right then so he could get some sleep as well, but she finally shook her head and continued her work.

“Fine. But if you get tired, promise me you’ll go to bed.”

“I promise.” Both of them knew he was lying, but Angela was too focused to put much thought into it.

They spent the rest of the night talking as the girl continued her work. They talked about anything they could think of. Angela told him about her family. Her mom Melia was a tailor just like her, but she never actually designed any dresses. Her father Robert was a pilot, so he wasn’t home as often. He was still a good father nonetheless, but still. She had no siblings, so she had to make a lot of friends growing up in order to not be lonely.

“I can’t imagine that was hard for you,” Jasper said, eating another danish. “You’re a very friendly person.”

“Yeah, but sometimes kindness only gets you hurt in return. No matter what age, people will still try to take advantage of your kindness. I had to learn to tell the difference between genuine people and others,” she explained, looking at him. She was surprised to find him staring at her so intently. It made her cheeks flush red, and she looked down shyly.

“Well- uh, what about you?” She questioned, distracting herself.

“Before Estella came along, it was just me and Horace. We’ve been through thick and thin through everything,” he started.

“Do you remember anything about your parents?” Angela asked softly. Jasper stayed silent for a few minutes in thought.

“My mother’s name is Sarah,” he finally answered. The girl smiled and looked at him.

“That’s a beautiful name. I’m sure she was lovely.” Jasper smiled at the sentiment and thanked her.

The sun was already rising by the time Angela finished both of her creations. She adjusted them on the two mannequins in front of her then faced Jasper.

“What do you think?” She asked, looking rather nervous. The man in question looked over the outfits on display for a moment, then grinned.

“They look amazing Angela,” he answered without a hint of hesitation. A bright smile appeared on her face and she suppressed an excited squeal. She surprised Jasper by throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Thank you for staying up with me Jas,” she muttered softly. Jasper couldn’t help but smile as well and he rubbed her back.

“S’no problem really,” he responded in the same tone. As they pulled away, Angela yawned, using one hand to cover her mouth.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he instructed, leading her to the lift. She usually didn’t like staying over because they didn’t have a lot of extra room, but she’d make an exception this time. A few hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt anyone. She hadn’t even realized that Jasper had led her to his room until she was laying in his bed.

“Jasper I could’ve taken the couch by Horace,” she protested weakly.

“Yeah, you could’ve. That doesn’t mean you should,” he responded simply, covering her up. Angela rolled her eyes, but couldn’t protest any further before her eyes fluttered closed and she fell asleep within the next few minutes.

Angela later awoke to Horace shaking her.

“Sorry to wake ya, but Cruella is back. She wants ya downstairs to review your clothes,” he informed her apologetically. Angela shot him a small, tired smile then sat up.

“Thanks Horace. I’ll be right there.” The man nodded and walked out, leaving Angela alone. She stood up groggily and looked into the mirror Jasper had in his room. Her nose scrunched up at the wrinkles in her shirt. She’d have to cover it with something or change entirely. Unfortunately, she had no clothes there, so she had to make do. Before having any second thoughts, she pulled off her shirt and grabbed one from a pile of folded clothes on his dresser.

She slipped it on with ease, tucking the rather large shirt into her jeans then fixed her hair before walking out, taking the lift down to where the others were standing around her mannequins. Cruella stood directly in front of them while Jasper, Horace and Artie were off to the side watching her examine them closely.

“There you are Angela,” she greeted upon hearing the girl approach. “I thought I was going to have to send Horace up again. Angela smiled shyly then shrugged.

“Sorry about that. But, I heard you were viewing my dresses. I hope they’re to your liking.” Cruella hummed then waved her off, prompting her to go stand beside Artie. Her friend shot her an encouraging smile that she returned nervously. The silence in the room was almost deafening as the four watched Cruella walk around the mannequins. Every so often she’d toy with a layer or adjust the belt on one. Finally, the woman faced them once more, a proud smile gracing her face.

“They’re perfect, thank you. Keep up the good work darling,” she said simply before heading to the lift. “I’m afraid I’ve got to go, I have to get Estella ready for work. The baroness would have her head,” she chuckled. “Ta-ta darlings,” she added before closing the gate. They waited until the lift was out of sight before the boys cheered. Angela let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and a bright smile slipped onto her face. The long night of tedious work had paid off for her!

“You did it!” Artie practically squealed, pulling her into a tight hug. She couldn’t help but giggle as she returned the gesture, only to gasp a moment later when arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Congratulations Angela,” Horace said rather loudly into her ear. She didn’t care though, she just turned around and hugged him as well.

“I think this calls for celebration pancakes at Greta’s,” Artie said, causing Angela, Jasper and Horace to nod.

“Let’s go,” Horace agreed, already beginning to walk to the lift with Artie following him. Before Angela could begin to follow however, she felt Jasper’s hand on her shoulder shortly before he hugged her just as she had earlier that morning.

“I knew you could do it,” he muttered into her hair. Angela’s smile widened.

“You gave me the motivation,” she mumbled in response. “Thank you.” After pulling away, Jasper took a second to look her up and down.

“Is that my shirt?” Angela blushed profusely and looked away.

“Maybe?” She trailed off shyly. She heard Jasper chuckle then felt something being placed onto her head. Looking up at him, she realized that he was now missing his hat.

“Now the look’s complete,” he said simply, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Angela couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from her lips and she looked in the nearest mirror.

“It’s a good look.” Jasper agreed wholeheartedly.

“Come on lovebirds, I want to get to Greta’s before the morning rush,” Artie called teasingly from the lift, where Horace was waiting to close the gate. Angela shook her head at her friend shortly before Jasper took her hand.

“Mustn’t keep them waiting,” he mentioned before leading her to the lift.

“You look good,” Artie complimented as they stepped inside.

“Well thank you. I had a good reference,” she responded, suppressing a giggle as she glanced at the man beside her. Jasper offered her a kind smile that Artie smirked at as he pressed the button for the round floor.



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Confidence- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Angela turns into a replacement model when one of them gets sick, and it’s up to Jasper to give her a confidence boost.

Word Count: 2.7k

“Bad news Cruella,” Artie called as the lift reached the trio’s living space. The woman in question looked up from her designs as he made his way over to her.

“Laura just called, she caught the flu from her boyfriend. She’s out of commission at least until next week,” he informed her.

“What?” Cruella exclaimed. “There’s only two days left until the show and she chooses now to get sick?”

“I’m pretty sure you don’t choose to be sick,” Horace pointed out distractedly, watching a football game with the Dalmatians.

“Not the time you goon,” the woman snapped back before putting her hands to her head, exhaling deeply.

“Hey, don’t talk to him like that,” Jasper demanded as he sat down beside his friend, but Cruella didn’t pay him any mind as she began mumbling to herself with her eyes closed. After a minute her eyes suddenly popped open and she whirled around.

“Angela,” she called, making the girl look up from her current project of cutting off excuse fabric. “You’re taking Laura’s place in the show the day after tomorrow,” she commanded, leaving no room for question.

“Wait, what?” The suddenness of her demand is what caught the girl off guard, and that ended with the scissors gliding over the fabric and cutting her hand. She hissed in pain and dropped the scissors, cradling her injured hand.

“Don’t get blood on the fabric, it probably costs more than you,” Cruella instructed nonchalantly, heading towards the lift with Artie in suit. “We’ll be leaving now. We have to check the runway’s construction progress, won’t be long. Ta-ta!” She called just before the lift began lowering to the ground floor. Jasper watched the interaction in disbelief, then looked at Angela, who was still examining her hand and looking like she was about to cry.

“You okay, Angie?” Horace called.

“I’m fine,” the girl very clearly lied, but Horace didn’t notice it as his attention went back to the game. Jasper shook his head amusedly at his friends then stood, walking over to the girl.

“Let me see it,” he instructed gently. Angela looked at him, then at her hand and shook her head.

“Seriously Jas, I’m okay,” she brushed off, refusing to look at him. “I just need a bandage.”

“Hey,” he called softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. She finally looked at him, and he could immediately spot the tears in her eyes.

“Horace, the dogs ate not too long ago. I think it’s time to take them out,” he called, keeping his eyes trained on Angela. He was silently thankful that Horace didn’t question him for once and put the leashes on the Dalmatians that sat around him, taking them outside.

“Let’s go get you that bandage, yeah?” He coerced her to the kitchen area and sat her down at the table, looking around for a band aid. After finding one, he grabbed a rag and pulled up a seat. Angela said nothing as he cleaned the cut on her hand.

“Looking better already,” Jasper muttered with a kind smile that she weakly returned. He carefully placed the band aid on her hand then patted the top of it.

“All done,” he concluded, not missing when Angela looked at her lap yet again. “We’re alone in her, Ang,” he pointed out, catching her attention once more as she lifted her head just a little. “If you need a minute then you’re more than welcome to take one.” Angela sat unmoving for a short while, then Jasper noticed her shoulders begin to shake. He finally pulled her into a hug when he heard a sniffle, a dead giveaway that she was crying.

“Let it out,” he muttered. Angela shook her head and pulled away once her crying calmed down a bit.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, wiping her face. Jasper dismissed it and leaned forward to look at her since her hair was blocking his view.

“Talk to me Ang.” The girl sighed, sniffling once more before pushing her hair behind her ears.

“I’ve just been a bit stressed lately,” she explained. “The shop’s been rather busy, then when I’m not working I come here to make the dresses I’m not even sure Cruella would like. She’s been a bit moody the last few days and I’d hate to get on her bad side, you know? I’m pretty sure this is the first time in the last three days that I haven’t had a proper break where I’m not doing anything but sitting. Then, Cruella said that I was to take Laura’s place when I’ve never modeled in my life. I guess this was just the cherry on top of it all.” Jasper listened intently, becoming more annoyed at Cruella for the stress she was putting on everyone.

“You won’t have much more time to stress, the show is two days away and from the look of it your dress is already complete. I’m no designer but I think it looks amazing. And who cares if you’ve never modeled? All you have to do is strut that runway with all the sass you can manage and pose like there’s no tomorrow.” That got a laugh from Angela, which made him smile. “There’s that pretty smile. Now, I’ve seen the way you hold yourself, you have the confidence and you know it. The day after tomorrow is the perfect time to show not only that off, but your amazing dress. And it’ll feel good to see everyone gawking at you because you are the only one who has the ability to do what you’ve done. You’re the one who designed that dress, no one else.” Angela stared at him with a small smile, then finally nodded.

“Thank you Jasper,” she muttered, looking like she felt much better. Jasper only nodded then wiped away any stray tears that were left on her face.

“No necklace yet,” Horace called loudly, making the two jump apart from each other. Their heads snapped to his direction to watch him take the leashes off the dogs, who immediately ran back to the couch. Angela shook her head with an amused smile before facing Jasper once more.

“I should get back to work,” she informed him softly. “See you later.” She waited for him to respond before standing once more and walking back to her station to continue cutting away the excess fabric from her dress.

“Hurry up boys,” Cruella called poshly. “The Baroness’ collection should be revealed any minute now, we must make sure we are on time.” Jasper rolled his eyes with a small huff. The woman had only been here for ten minutes and her haughty attitude was already beginning to annoy him.

“Can’t rush art, Cruella,” Horace called back in response, continuing to set up the temporary stage for their flash mob. Cruella smirked but shook her head at him.

“Models are here,” Artie called, leading the group over to her. Cruella clapped excitedly and examined each person individually.

“Well, don’t you all look marvelous,” she complimented. “It seems that you had an excellent designer make your outfits.”

“Designers,” Artie corrected airily, though he didn’t stay long enough to see her brush it off before he headed to the dj booth where Horace now stood, doing a sound check on his board.

“Showtime in ten minutes everyone. If you have any last minute touch ups, I suggest you either go to Artie or Angela,” Cruella instructed, clapping her hands twice as a way to say ‘chop chop’ before walking off. Jasper’s ears had perked up when he heard Angela’s name, and he looked up from his guitar.

“Are you ready for your debut as a guitarist?” He heard the girl in question ask from behind him. A smile appeared on his face and he turned to face her.

“Woah,” he breathed out, eyebrows raised. “You look incredible.”

“Ah, well I’ve heard it so many times I’m starting to think it’s true,” she joked, but she didn’t look like she put a lot of effort into her response. His brows furrowed.

“Is everything okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Oh, just a bit nervous,” she responded, wringing her hands awkwardly. “I’m not really used to this kind of scene before.”

“What do you mean? I thought you worked shows before?” His genuine confusion made Angela smile internally. He’s so cute. She would have smiled externally if her nerves hadn’t been off the wall.

“Yes, I’ve worked shows. Behind the scenes,” she explained. “I’ve never been out on the runway. Completely different scenarios. Backstage, I have the safety of not being known. I doubt that I’ll get that luxury onstage.”

“But you’re practically full of confidence!” Jasper pointed out. “For as long as I’ve known you, which granted is only like a few months, you’ve been self-assured.”

“It’s mostly because Artie’s confidence always rubs off on me, but he won’t be right by my side for this,” she explained, growing more nervous by the second. “I think this was a bad idea, I’m going to see if I can find someone else to model this.” She didn’t have time to walk away before Jasper grabbed her wrist, pulling her off to the side.

“Come on, no second thoughts now,” he instructed softly, hooking his finger under her chin when she looked down. “You’re better than that.” Angela breathed out a laugh and shook her head dismissively.

“I’m serious! Angela, I’ve seen the way you are when you work. That confidence doesn’t go away with Artie, it’s still in you. You have to channel that tonight. Remember what I told you the other day? You have the confidence and tonight is the perfect time to show off not only that, but your amazing dress. And it’ll feel good to see everyone gawking at you because you are the only one who has the ability to do what you’ve done. You’re the one who designed that dress, not Cruella, not Artie, not anyone else. So get up there and show them how amazing you are,” he encouraged. A bright smile appeared on her face and she gave him a firm nod.

“You’re right,” she said, straightening out her dress.

“Of course I am,” Jasper joked, adjusting his guitar strap on his shoulder. Angela shook her head with a giggle.

“Places, everyone!” Cruella yelled, clapping her hands loudly. Jasper huffed at her attitude, only to pause when Angela leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“Knock ‘em dead Jasper,” she cheered him on before following the other models to their places around the fountain. The man called out a response then headed to the fountain with Artie in tow.

“I see the moths,” Artie called. “It’s now or never!”

“Places,” Cruella yelled much louder than before. “Lights off!” Upon seeing all the Baroness’ guests run out of the building Angela stood in her beginning pose while the multi-colored lights faded in. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Jasper played the first cord of his guitar.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU,” Horace yelled into his microphone as Jasper continued to play. “CRUELLA!” The crowd that had formed around the makeshift runway cheered loudly as the music began picking up and Jasper walked to the end of the runway.

The show went a lot smoother than Angela expected. She was one of the last models to walk before Cruella appeared on stage, which meant she was close to Jasper. She fell to her knees by his feet and leaned back on one hand, facing the fountain like the other models and began head bobbing to the music as Cruella walked down the runway. Just before she got up, she noticed an irritated look on Jasper’s face and figured out that it was directed towards Cruella. She hated to see him so angry, so she figured she’d cheer him up.

After standing up, the models were allowed to do one last dance or pose before heading back to the fountain, and Angela wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. She stood and moved so she twirled around Jasper, making sure that she didn’t mess with his guitar cord. As she did so, she swung the skirt of her dress in a dancing fashion. That obviously caught Jasper’s attention and when she was sure that he was watching her, she shot him a subtle wink then blew a kiss to him before following her fellow model back to the fountain. Right before she went to her place she twirled one last time to let the audience see her outfit and check on Jasper’s mood. She cheered internally when she noticed a smile on his face as he watched her. She threw up her hands in one last pose then walked around the fountain to her place.

Her eyes widened and she looked around when police sirens were suddenly heard. She heard someone shout that the cops were here and Artie instructed everyone to run to safety. Without another thought, Angela ran out of the fountain, then quickly realized in all the panic she didn’t know which direction she was facing. People fled all around her, pushing her away. Before she could fall though, she felt a hand grab hers. She screamed at first, thinking that a cop had grabbed her, then Jasper appeared in her sight.

“Come on, we have to go!” He called, not waiting before he began running while dragging Angela behind. She was quick to find her feet and began running with him, though her legs were much shorter than his so he had to slow down a bit. Eventually they got far enough that they felt safe to slow down to a walk, keeping their hands together if they were wrong. After a minute Jasper let go long enough to take off his jacket and hold it out to her.

“I’d hate for you to get sick because you didn’t have a proper coat,” he explained. “Besides, the police won’t spot you if you cover your dress.” Angela wanted to point out the flaw in his first point that he would probably catch a cold without a jacket, but she decided against it. After putting the jacket on, she grabbed his hand once more after he held it out.

“That was,” Angela trailed off slowly before perking up. “Awesome! I've never been a part of something so exhilarating!” Her happiness made Jasper chuckle.

“We just stopped running from the police and you’re talking about the show?” He pointed out, but Angela just smiled at him.

“That was the exhilarating part,” she explained. “But the show was amazing. It felt fantastic to see everyone admiring my dress firsthand.”

“See? Didn’t I tell you so?” Jasper teased lightly. Angela rolled her eyes playfully then gently shoved his arm.

“Yeah yeah, don’t get too hung up on it,” she muttered before looking up at him once more. “You were amazing out there tonight,” she added. A blush settled on Jasper’s face and he shrugged in an attempt to look nonchalant.

“It was nothing really,” he brushed off, but she wasn’t having it.

“Well I think it was phenomenal,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Maybe you could teach me to play sometime.” Jasper smiled brightly then looked down at her.

“I’d be honored to.” Angela grinned then stopped upon reaching a small Victorian esque house.

“Oh, this is me,” she muttered surprised. “I didn’t even realize we had run this way.” Jasper stared at the house then let out a low whistle.

“Nice house,” he mumbled, still looking at it.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” she shrugged before facing him. “Did you want to come inside? I know we’re pretty far from the park but I’d hate for you to get caught on your way home.” Jasper shook his head then hesitantly let go of her hand.

“Nah, I’ve gotta make sure Horace made it home alright. But I’d be happy to come another time,” he added quickly when he noticed her disappointed look. She giggled then finally nodded.

“Then I guess this is goodnight,” she said softly. Jasper nodded then leaned down a bit. Angela’s cheeks burned red when Jasper placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Goodnight Angela, sleep well,” he whispered before standing straight once more. She was flustered as she watched him begin to walk towards his house.

“I’ll be by tomorrow to drop off the dress,” she called softly, to which he nodded. After a minute she walked up the stairs to the front door and stepped inside with a joyful smile. Tonight had been quite possibly one of the best nights of her life.

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Unpaid Therapist- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Jasper takes Angela up on her offer of being his unpaid therapist.

Word Count: 2.1k



After meeting him for the first time, it didn’t take long for Angela to realize that Jasper usually kept to himself. She was an introvert compared to many people, so she had more time to notice his mannerisms. He didn’t talk to either her or Artie much after their first meeting, but the more they came around and conversed with both him and Horace, the more comfortable he became with talking to them and even starting the conversation sometimes.

Of course because they still didn’t know each other that well, Jasper often kept his thoughts and feelings to himself unless questioned. Even then he still seemed to hold back. Angela didn’t mind though, she knew that people opening up took time. And for Jasper, she’d wait until the end of the world if it meant becoming closer to him. That didn’t stop her from offering to be a shoulder to lean on. Every time she noticed him look rather frustrated or annoyed, she offered to let him rant to her.

That’s exactly what happened today. Angela, Artie, Horace and Jasper watched Cruella make her dramatic exit from the trio’s humble abode. It had been a pretty nasty miscommunication that ended with Cruella calling Horace and Jasper idiots then leaving. The entire fight made Angela want to just leave as well, but she didn’t like being angry for long. She had come to realize it’s better to not internalize it, and instead move on with things. Out of the corner of her eye though, she noticed Jasper huff then leaned his hands on the counter in front of him, trying to control his annoyance. She shared a sympathetic look with Artie before walking over to the man.

“Don’t let her get to you,” she instructed softly. “You’re strong enough to let the argument go and move on with your life.” Jasper’s closed eyes opened again upon hearing her speak, and his head moved just enough to look at her, offering her a small smile.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he muttered before taking a deep breath and standing straight, attempting to do as she said. “Thanks.” The girl gave him a patient smile.

“You know, my offer still stands,” she continued. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here for you. If you need to rant about something, I can be there to listen. Not to brag or anything, but I’m very good at helping people through their emotions, that’s why I call myself Artie’s unpaid therapist.”

“That’s also why we’re both mentally unwell,” Artie teased, leaning his elbows on his workstation. Angela rolled her eyes, but grinned when Jasper chuckled.

“Ignore him, he’s an idiot,” she muttered.

“Alright then,” Jasper responded amusedly.

“Anyways, you know where to find me if ever you needed to talk,” she reminded him one last time before heading back to her workstation while Jasper watched. Cruella didn’t come back at all while Angela was still there, which sort of annoyed the girl a bit as she wanted to go over a few things with her. Nevertheless, when she finished cleaning up her station downstairs, she turned off the light then went upstairs to grab her things and tell the guys goodbye.

“Don’t forget to tell me how the game went tomorrow,” she reminded Horace as she slipped on her coat. The man agreed, only half paying attention as his focus was on the game that was about to start. She shook her head with a small grin then walked over to Jasper’s sleeping area, where he was sitting on his bed.

“I’m leaving,” she informed him softly as to not disturb him. Jasper, who had previously been staring out the window of his “room,” faced her, grinning politely.

“Alright, will you be okay going on your own?” Angela smiled at his concerned expression, then nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just a bus ride away. Don’t worry about me,” she responded. When he nodded then looked at his lap, her smile turned into an empathetic one.

“Don’t forget about what I said earlier,” she reminded him. “You’re stronger than that.” He nodded once more, this time looking at her as he did so, and a more genuine smile graced his face.

“Goodnight then,” he responded. “See you tomorrow?”

“You know it,” she responded with a wink before beginning to walk to the lift, hearing the man laugh in her wake.

She ended up seeing Jasper much sooner than she expected. It was just after dinner, and Angela had been washing dishes when she heard her doorbell ring. Of all the times to knock, it has to be when I’m doing something, she thought to herself, drying her hands as she walked to the door.

“Jasper?” She questioned, obviously surprised to see the man on her doorstep.

“Hi,” he greeted with an awkward grin.

“What’re you doing here?” She inquired before quickly adding. “That sounded rude. I’m happy you’re here, but what are you doing here?”

“Well uh,” he started nervously, glancing around once before looking at her again. “I was wondering if that offer was still on the table.” Angela instantly understood what he asked and a gentle smile replaced her confusion.

“Of course it is. Come on in.” She stepped aside to allow him entrance and he stepped inside with a grateful look.

“Tea?” She offered as she led him into the living room. “I was just about to put some on.”

“That’d be great, thanks.” The girl nodded then walked into the kitchen. It didn’t take long for her to make it and she was walking back into the living room just a few minutes later.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” he mentioned, looking rather worried, but Angela waved a hand dismissively.

“I was just doing the dishes, nothing big,” she responded simply as she sat down on her couch, setting the two mugs on the coffee table. “Have a seat.” He obeyed without hesitation, sitting a comfortable distance from her.

“Now, tell me what’s going on,” she instructed gently, picking up her mug. Jasper stayed silent for a minute, getting his thoughts together. The girl waited patiently for him to start, telling him that there was no rush as she had nowhere to be.

“It’s Cruella,” he finally began.

“That’s a shocker,” she teased, which made him laugh.

“I know right? Very unexpected,” he played along which earned a smile from the girl.

“Sorry. Anyway, proceed.” The man nodded and sat back in a more relaxed state.

“I don’t know, it’s just… the more she got wrapped up in all this Baroness business, the more passive aggressive she became. The more… antagonistic, if you will. For the last ten years it’s been the three of us: me, Horace, and Estella. Now, it’s Cruella and her workers Jasper and Horace. I don’t think she even sees us as her friends anymore. I still love her to pieces and I know Horace feels the same way, but ever since I got her the job at Liberty, it’s getting harder to deal with her now.” As he spoke, he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. Angela hummed thoughtfully once he finished his rant, then set her mug down to face him fully.

“You know, they say that love is unconditional if you really love them,” she started slowly, which made Jasper look at her curiously. “But people often forget that there is a fine line between unconditional love and conditional treatment. It’s a very thin line, granted, but it’s still there. Revenge can make people do crazy things, just like love can. I’m sure deep down Cruella still has a soft spot for you two, but her need for revenge against the Baroness is overriding her judgement. That doesn’t mean she’s allowed to treat you like dogs, of course. You guys don’t deserve that. But things like this are a learning experience, she needs to realize that you’re not just a worker, you’re her friend. The best thing you can do is help her down the right path. If that means having to step back and let her fall, then so be it. Once she falls, she’ll realize that you were right, and you can help her back up then go from there.”

After she finished speaking, Jasper sat there for a small while, taking in her words. Angela continued to drink her tea while she waited, and after a few minutes she could tell that he understood that she was right.

“You have a point,” he said softly. “It’s not like she doesn’t love us anymore, but it’s still difficult to be around her at times.”

“Well, if you’re ever feeling like you want to get away, my door’s always open,” she offered. “Aside from working at 2nd Time Around and with Cruella, I don’t really do much else so I’m usually home.”

“That’s very kind of you,” he spoke. “Do- uh, would it be a bother if I were to stay? It’s just for the night but I really don’t feel like going back just yet.”

“Of course,” she exclaimed, grinning at him. “Though I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the couch, I’m afraid the guest room is too messy to clean all in one night,” she added. Jasper waved it off though.

“That’s alright, I don’t mind.” Angela sighed in relief internally then stood.

“Well, I have some leftover spaghetti if you’re hungry.” She began walking to the kitchen, hearing Jasper get up and follow her, telling her that that would be great. She sat with him while he ate (even stealing a few bites herself), then went to the guest room, pulling some clothes out of the dresser then walking back to the living room where Jasper was.

“These are some pajamas my dad left last time he and my mum visited, they’re all I have in your general size,” she explained, handing them over. Jasper shot her a grateful smile then walked to the bathroom after she pointed it out. While she waited for him to change, she grabbed some pillows and blankets for him to sleep with. After he had walked out with his clothes now folded, Angela began turning off the lights in the kitchen and hallways.

“I think I’m going to head to bed myself,” she informed him. “If you need anything at all, my room is the first door upstairs on the left.”

“Thanks for all this Ang,” he offered softly, situating the pillows so he wouldn’t look at her while he gave her a new nickname. Angela, however, blushed at it then grinned almost comically wide at him.

“It’s no problem. Goodnight Jas,” she responded, turning away for the same reason he previously had. Now it was Jasper’s turn to blush, and he could only get one last fleeting glimpse of her before she began walking down the hall to the stairs.

The next morning, Angela awoke to an empty house. She walked downstairs still in her pajamas as it was rather early, and was disappointed to see the blankets neatly folded up with no Jasper in sight. Though she knew that he was just staying for the night, she rather liked his presence, it was nice having him around. Just as she prepared to walk back upstairs, she heard the front door open.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were already awake,” Jasper said, mildly surprised at her standing in the living room. She offered him an awkward smile then crossed her arms.

“Yeah, I probably should have mentioned I’m an early bird,” she responded, the two of them sharing a small laugh at that.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you when you woke up, but hey, at least they’re still hot this way,” he spoke, walking over to her and holding out a paper bag. “I remember Artie saying something about you liking the cinnamon rolls on Dunnway Street.” Angela looked between the bag and his face, shocked.

“Jasper you didn’t have to do that,” she muttered, though she took the bag anyway.

“I know, but I wanted to thank you for letting me stay last night. What better way than to get you breakfast?” The girl laughed at his answer and began walking to the kitchen.

“Well I hope you got enough for the both of us,” she commented as she took the food out of the bag and set it all on the table. Jasper couldn’t help but chuckle while he nodded, then pulled her chair out for her. She sat down after thanking him and he took the seat across from her. They spent the rest of the morning eating cinnamon rolls and talking about whatever came to mind. This had been the most relaxed Jasper had been in a while, and he knew for sure that he would be coming back very soon.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Trouble- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: Agnela finds herself in trouble when she and Cruella are trapped in Cruella’s on fire warehouse. She’s in for quite the surprise when she wakes up.

Word Count: 3.3k

When Angela first arrived at Cruella, Jasper and Horace’s house, she suspected nothing wrong. Jasper got her out of the flash mob once the police arrived at Regent’s Park and dropped her off at home, everything seemed normal from there on. Angela was still chasing the high from the excitement of the show, so she couldn’t exactly fall asleep. She wanted to see the trio, maybe even celebrate their success. So, she grabbed a bottle of wine and the costume she had since changed out of then began her considerably short walk to the trio’s humble abode.

She walked in without knocking, a normal occurrence at this point, and walked to the lift. As the lift began going to their floor, she leaned against the wall. Once she had just about reached their floor, she called up to them.

“Hope you guys missed me because I brought drinks,” she said as the lift stopped. A foul smell hit her nose,and she scrunched it up in disgust.

“Christ what cologne do the guys use Cruella?” She joked. She pushed the gate of the lift open then stepped in, setting the wine bottle on a nearby table. It was only then that she took a look around. Cruella was tied to a chair looking a little worse for wear, Jasper and Horace were also tied up but off to the side with gags in their mouths. Her eyes widened, but before she could do anything she was grabbed from behind. Her attacker covered her mouth and kept a tight arm around hers so she couldn’t get away. She screamed against his hand, but it came out as muffled nonsense.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” A voice asked from off to the side shortly before the Baroness herself stepped out of the shadows, her lackeys behind her.

“She’s no one of importance,” Cruella responded, attempting to look nonchalant. That ended up being in vain as John, who was holding Angela captive, began moving her away to another chair by Jasper and Horace.

“She has nothing to do with this Baroness. Just let her go,” Cruella said urgently, attempting to move closer to the girl only to be stopped by the chair she had been restrained to. The Baroness raised her eyebrows, very visibly in disbelief, and walked over to Angela as she was tied to a chair like Cruella was. The older woman hummed thoughtfully and tilted Angela’s chin up a bit, examining her.

“She doesn’t look like the type to commit arson, does she John?” She inquired, not looking away from the younger girl. John shook his head as he tied a towel around her mouth.

“No ma’am, she doesn’t,” he responded simply. Angela flinched when the Baroness dropped her chin, her nails scratching against her face.

“Seems unlikely that three people would commit arson anyways, it’s more of a man’s thing,” the older woman said as she walked in front of Cruella. “I guess you won’t be dying alone after all.” Angela’s eyes widened in fear and she looked at Jasper, who could only stare at her helplessly.

“No one will believe that they did this,” Cruella said spitefully. The Baroness didn’t look deterred by the girl’s words.

“Well, we have to add your charred bodies to the mix to help the believability factor,” she responded nonchalantly. She gestured to her goons, who yanked Jasper and Horace up. Jasper attempted to get to Angela, who had begun crying at this point. Both men grunted as they were dragged to the lift.

“You’re going to kill me because I upstaged you?” Cruella asked while John lit a match.

“Uh-huh,” Baroness spoke, which made Cruella huff. Angela’s eyes widened as Cruella began talking about how the Baroness killed her mother. The woman still didn’t seem surprised about this, and instead began walking to the lift, tossing the match to the side. A horrifying realization hit Angela: that foul smell was gasoline that the Baroness’ guards had poured around the room.

“I’m gonna kill you. And your dog,” Cruella hissed as the room began going up in flames. Angela couldn’t focus on the Baroness’ response as the smoke entered her lungs.

“Goodbye Cruella,” the older woman called as the lift began lowering to the ground floor. The flames grew higher, causing more smoke that made Angela cough through her towel. The realization seemed to hit Cruella hard because she turned around to face the girl.

“Angela, I-I’m sorry” she called, her eyes widening when she realized that Angela looked like she was on the verge of passing out. She attempted to call out to the girl once more, but Angela’s head fell back as the smoke became too much for her. She had blacked out before she could even process it.

Angela awoke with a start to a teapot whistling. She was on some sort of couch, she quickly processed, in someone’s home. But who’s home? Upon looking around the room, she realized that Cruella was on the couch beside her, and her heart soared with joy. They were both alive! And there was Winky and Buddy, sitting on top of her. She had to hold back a giggle when Cruella woke up to Buddy licking her face. The whistling stopped, though neither of them focused as Cruella sat up. After noticing Angela sitting nearby, the woman perked up.

“Angela, you-”

“Tea, Miss Cruella?” A familiar voice asked. The girls’ heads snapped to the source. John stood in the doorway with a tray of tea. He didn’t wait for an answer as he stepped in, setting the tray on the coffee table.

“Why are we alive?” Cruella questioned suspiciously.

“Because I dragged you out of the smoke and flames before they consumed you,” he replied simply before holding something up. “I have something for you as well.” It was Cruella’s necklace!

You found it?” Cruella asked, shocked. John nodded, stating that he found it in the fire then assuring her that it had been thoroughly bleached. Angela couldn’t help but giggle at his expression when he said it.

“May I show you something?” Cruella gestured for him to do so and he pulled out a box, revealing a key in the necklace.

“I didn’t know it had a key,” Cruella said softly, receiving a hum from John. “What’s it to?”

“This,” he gestured to the box. He used the key to open it and Angela watched as Cruella looked through some documentation for a minute before looking at John with wide eyes.

“The Baroness has a kid?” She questioned, shocking Angela. She became even more surprised when John said that Cruella was her child.

“May I walk you through it?” He inquired, not waiting for an answer yet again before continuing. The Baron was a sweet old guy. The Baroness, on the other hand, was a true narcissist. So when she found out she was pregnant...she wasn’t exactly thrilled. The Baron was delighted, so much so that he surprised her by giving her a family heirloom.

“She took the necklace, but she had other plans for you,” John continued.

“Stop,” Cruella instructed. “You keep saying ‘you.’”

“You are her child,” John reminded her patiently before proceeding. Angela listened intently as he explained that when the Baroness gave birth, the Baron was away on business so she told John to get rid of her. He then told them about how he saw Catherine (the woman Cruella thought was her mother) and gave the baby to her to take care of. The Baroness told the Baron that the baby had died, and the Baron wasted away.

“The point I’m making is, you are the rightful heir to the Baron’s entire fortune,” John concluded. “The mansion, the title. Everything.” Cruella shook her head vigorously.

“That psycho cannot be my mother,” she stated firmly, standing up. “No.” Angeal attempted to reach for her friend’s hand, but Cruella stormed out of the house. Angela got to the door in time to see Cruella driving away on the mailman’s moped.

Cruella returned nearly an hour later with a plan in mind. She needed to get Jasper and Horace out of prison, but she would need help. Angela was more than happy to help, and Cruella’s plan was set in motion within minutes.

“Cruella, do you know how to drive this thing?” Angela asked nervously after watching Cruella scrape yet another car while driving the garbage truck they were in.

“Nope,” the woman answered without hesitation. That made Angela even more anxious.

“Do you know how to drive at all?”

“You don’t need a license to do what we’re about to do,” she laughed, honing the horn loudly as they headed straight for the police station. Angela’s adrenaline began pumping and she braced herself for impact as Cruella ran tail first into the police station.

“Now, Angie!” Cruella called. Angela nodded then opened the door to let Winky out. They waited a few seconds for him to get inside the station then Cruella pulled away from the station and began driving around as fast as she could. Angela held onto the door for dear life.

“It shouldn’t take long for Jasper and Horace to get out, we’ll circle the block then come back for them,” Cruella informed her friend, who only nodded. She was still wrapping her head around the immensely illegal act they just committed and hoping they weren't caught. Thankfully, they weren’t, and circled back to the block where Horace and Jasper were walking with Wink in the former’s arm. Cruella honked the horn, this time more gently, then stuck her head out the window.

“Want a ride?” She questioned. Jasper didn’t look back as he answered for the both of them.

“Yeah, we’ll walk, thanks,” he responded without emotion, which made Angela frown.

“You’re alive,” Horace exclaimed, earning a glare and nudge from the man beside him.

“Yeah, I’ve had enough of being treated like a dog, thank you,” Jasper continued, only glancing back for a second before looking at Winky. “No offense, Wink.”

“You’ll get caught by the cops,” Cruella pointed out, but Jasper only shrugged.

“We did fine before you showed up, we’ll do fine without you.” Horace nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, exactly,” he stated.

“I fancy a fry-up,” Jasper mentioned, attempting to ignore Cruella, who still trailed after them.

“Yeah, I fancy a fry-up without her,” Horace added, his friend nodding along.

“Yeah, me too.” Cruella sighed as her head went back inside the truck. She then looked at Angela.

“Can you help me?” She asked desperately. Angela gave her a kind smile then leaned her head out the window, having to lean over Cruella.

“Come on guys, just hear her out. Please?” She inquired sweetly. At the sound of her voice, the two men whipped around. A smile instantly appeared on Jasper’s face.

“Angela!” Horace exclaimed happily. “You’re okay!” The girl couldn’t help but giggle at their change in demeanor, and she looked at Cruella hopefully. The woman seemed to understand what she was asking for because she stopped the truck, allowing Angela to climb over her and jump out. Instantly she went to Jasper’s open arms and hugged him tightly.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered breathlessly into her ear as he returned the hug.

“You better believe it ‘cause I’m here to stay,” Angela responded simply before pulling away to smile at him. “But Cruella and I need your help. Please, at least just listen to her.” Jasper hesitated when she said that, glancing at Horace to see what he thought. The man shrugged, then, with a sigh, Jasper agreed and they piled into the truck, heading back to John’s house.

“The Baroness is my birth mother,” Cruella started once they got to the living room of John’s house. Jasper and Horace sat on the couch while Cruella sat on the coffee table. Angela sat on the same couch she was on when she first woke up after the fire.

“You just blew my mind,” Horace responded, eyes wide with shock.

“That does explain a lot,” Jasper added with a sigh.

“She gave me away to die,” their friend continued. “And then killed the sweetest woman, albeit a liar, who ever lived.” She sighed and looked down. Jasper didn’t look particularly moved by Cruella’s explanation, and stood.

“Well, thank you for the crumpets and the crazy story,” he said, adjusting his jacket. “Good luck with that”. Horace also began standing, and took a few crumpets.

“I might take a few of these.”

“Jasper!” Cruella exclaimed desperately. “We are in a kill-or-be-killed situation here. Angela forgave me.”

“Yeah because Angela is sweet and a naturally forgiving person,” Jasper shot back defensively. “Besides, the Baroness is a homicidal maniac, and you’re not.” Cruella scoffed.

“Well, we don’t know that yet. I’m still young.”

“Don’t say that,” Angela demanded softly. “Please, don’t say that.” As much as she hated to admit it, the fire truly did scare her. She really thought she was going to die there, and hearing Cruella say something like that didn’t sit well in Angela’s spirit.

“Angela I’m only joking,” Cruella attempted to comfort her, but she only sighed and pulled her blanket closer to her. Jasper rested a soothing hand on her shoulder, allowing her to rest her head on his arm now that he was standing beside her.

“The point is, I can’t run,” Cruella hesitantly continued. “She’ll find me, Jasper. You know she will. She almost killed Angela just for being close to us for Christ’s sake.” Angela let out a small squeak at her last sentence, and Jasper wrapped an arm around her protectively. Cruella watched the interaction with a small sigh.

“We have to stop her,” she digressed. “I went a bit mad, I’m sorry. You’re my family, you’re all I have.” Jasper exhaled deeply.

“She used the family card,” Horace muttered.

“Yeah, she did,” Angela smiled a bit then looked at Jasper. “Is it working?”

“Yeah,” Jasper sighed. “Alright, fine. So what’s the plan?” He questioned, taking a seat beside the girl. In retaliation, Angela leaned her head on his shoulder.

“The Baroness’ charity gala is this weekend,” Cruella said. “We’re going to need the home addresses and measurements of all the guests.”

“Easy,” Horace responded, petting Winky.

“Artie and Angela’s tribe of dress makers, of course,” Cruella continued.

“I like them,” Horace stated, which made Angela giggle.

“Of course,” she joked.

“A black cape, pots of paint,” the woman added.

“Oh yeah?” Jasper laughed.

“Several boned corsets…”

“Should we be writing this down?” Angela inquired playfully, looking at the others. No one could say anything else before John walked in.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize there’d be company,” he said, only showing mild surprise at the new guests.

“John, this is my family,” Cruella introduced them. “They’ll be staying a while.” Jasper offered him an awkward wave.

“You’re out of crumpets,” Horace stated, also waving. Cruella grinned as she looked around.

“Let’s get started.”

“Tomorrow,” Angela responded. “Everyone’s had a long day. We’re all tired, I know you are especially.” Cruella considered her friend’s words then nodded.

“You’re right.” Angela nodded as well then looked at John.

“You don’t mind if I stay just for tonight, do you?” John waved a dismissive hand.

“Of course not. I’ll show you your rooms.” With that, everyone stood and followed John up the stairs and to each room. Aside from the master bedroom, there were only three bedrooms, which was a problem considering there were four guests. Angela immediately offered to share a room with someone, and after some small debate, Jasper decided to just share the room with her.

No one really had any pajamas, so after eating something small, everyone went to their designated rooms. When Angela got into the room, she noticed Jasper putting some pillows on the ground.

“Jasper, what are you doing?” The man looked at her, confused.

“Uh, making my pallett?” He answered, though it was more as a question. Angela couldn’t help but giggle then shake her head as she stepped inside.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she stated, closing the door behind her. “We’ve shared a bed before. What makes this time different?” She paused when Jasper didn’t answer. “Is it different for you this time?” Angela desperately hoped that he hadn’t heard the hope in her tone. Of course she fancied him, probably ever since they met. The fire scare really made her realize how mortal they were, and how she probably shouldn’t keep her feelings from him. Yet, here she was, chickening out.

“No, of course not,” Jasper answered quickly while shaking his head. “I just didn’t know how you felt about sleeping together again.” Angela smiled awkwardly as she sat down on the edge of the bed, watching Jasper begin piling the pillows back onto the bed.

“After all that’s happened, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stand sleeping alone,” she admitted quietly. She watched as he faced her once more with a sympathetic look. He walked over to her, opening up his arms. In an instant, she was up and hugging him like she had when they were outside the police station. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, but she didn’t quite care. As it turns out, she loved being in his arms, and she wasn’t about to let go first. Her head fell to his chest, smiling when it rumbled as he spoke.

“I lied,” Jasper muttered softly. Angela’s brows furrowed and she looked at him confusedly.

“What?” A blush settled on her face when their eyes locked together.

“It is different for me this time,” he clarified. “When I was in jail, I had some time to think. I realized that I’d been thinking of mostly you, and I began to wonder how long you would stay in my mind. Then it occurred to me: since I’ve met you, you’ve never left. The night of the fire, I was terrified at the thought of losing you, and now that we’re both okay, I don’t want to waste another second not telling you that I love you. I love you, Angela Young.” Angela’s mouth dropped open at his words. There was no way this was real. Maybe she really had died in the fire and now it was just showing what would have happened. No, she could feel Jasper’s arms around her. She could feel his breath kiss her face every few seconds. She was here. It was real.

Jasper was ready to pull away from her and tell her just to forget he said anything, but her arms went to the nape of his neck and she pulled him down to her height. She kissed him with all the passion she could portray without words. Her eyes fell closed when he returned the kiss and pulled her closer to him. When they finally pulled away, they could only stare at each other while they tried to catch their breaths.

“Well,” Angela breathed out. “If it wasn’t obvious, I love you too.” Jasper chuckled and rested his forehead against hers.

“Yeah, message received.” That made her giggle and she pressed one more chaste kiss on his lips before moving away.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning,” she instructed as she pulled back the covers. While she slipped into bed, Jasper took off his jacket and hat. He turned off the lights then crawled into bed beside her. They wordlessly got into a cuddling position where their arms were around each other and their feet were tangled together. Within seconds Jasper heard Angela snoring quietly, and he grinned. After months of mutual pining, they were finally where they were meant to be: together.