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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER.

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you.

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on.

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey.

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good.

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing.

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!”

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater.

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later.

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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moved-19871997 · 3 years

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georgenap fake dating 700something words :))

Out of sheer boredom George pokes at the G, O and V letters of his keyboard, cursor set in the Google URL field. It autofills in the US government website on immigration during COVID. Unsurprisingly, it hasn’t changed since yesterday. George tilts his forehead towards his mic instinctively, and groans, just loud enough for it to be picked up in the call. Dream’s muted and deafened, editing since before George woke up, he’d probably forgotten he was still in the call, Quackity’s muted, doing homework and he doesn’t react to it, but Sapnap does, making a questioning noise in return.

“Immigration,” George grunts out, trusting that Sapnap would understand. He sees Quackity deafen after he says that, not interested in hearing the same argument again.

“Block that fucking site,” Sapnap says, already tired of the conversation that’s going to come, “use whatever you did in uni and block the site, George.”

“I forgot what the extension was called,” George says, lying straight through his teeth.

“George.”

“Sapnap,” George returns, clipped and over-enunciated.

“You know the second it changes you’re going to get twenty emails, four news notifs and it’s probably going to trend on Twitter, you won’t miss it,” Sapnap tells him, for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah,” George says, and he knows, he knows he won’t miss it, he knows the second it’s allowed he’s applying for his visa and he’s going to be on the first plane over, he doesn’t think there’s anyone else in the entirety of London, hell, the whole of Britain who wants to go to Florida as badly as he does. His uni friends clowned him, hard, for it when he met up with them a few weeks ago, because yeah sure England isn’t the best, but Orlando, Florida, really George?

And George had ducked his head, picked at the label on his beer bottle, and said ‘Yeah, really,’. And they’d all moved on as easy as anything, with the odd comment thrown around about how George spent more time on TeamSpeak and Discord stuck in his room than out in the common areas or at parties. Maybe he was just born in the wrong country, Harry joked, bumping his shoulder, God meant to stick him in Florida but fucked up and he landed in London instead. George grinned and agreed because he wasn’t wrong, to be fair.

“George,” Sapnap’s voice filters through his headphones, softer than before, maybe because this was the fourth time in two days he’d checked the site, maybe because he was just as tired as George was, maybe because it hurt him, seeing just how much George longed to be with his friends. “Block the site.”

George scrolled down the page, just one last time, refreshed just to make sure and scanned it again. The ‘marriage’ clause catches his eye, and one of his worst ideas reappears in his mind.

“Marriage is always on the table,” he says, an offhand joke, overdone at this point. Dream would never agree to it, concerned with laws and authorities and what have you, and he’d advise against George and Sapnap, once again concerned with laws and authorities and what have you, on behalf of his friends, because what’s the point of George being in Florida if he’s in jail, you morons?

“You know I’m always down,” Sapnap says immediately, like he’d done every single time George had brought it up.

George goes quiet for a second, cursor hovering over the ‘Block This Site’ button. “Actually?”

“Actually what?” Sapnap says, chewing on a Starburst, strawberry flavoured. It makes him think of the stupid t-shirt George ordered on Amazon on a whim, wore on stream and then made sell out.

“Marry me.”

Sapnap chokes on his Starburst.

“GEORGE?”

“What?” George says, just a little petulantly.

“You’re so stupid, ‘Marry me’ fuck off,” Sapnap says, as soon as he’s recovered from choking on his candy, gulping water as he speaks. The sound of the bottle rattles down the line when it’s empty.

George sits up straighter in his chair, “No I’m being serious,” he insists, “it’ll be faster than applying the other ways, and it’ll be easier.”

“You’re telling me it’ll be easier to prove to the US government that we’re in love and going to get married than just prove to them that you’re an employee of Dream’s merch company or whatever?”

“Yeah,” George says, in the same tone he uses when Sapnap asks dumb questions, like it should be blatantly obvious.

#i realised it would like logically be way to long for me to mentally do so #yeah :)#georgenap

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viastro · 4 years

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how to flirt | kwon soonyoung

ミ★ synopsis: in which you teach your best friend how to flirt, but all soonyoung knows is gross pick up lines.

ミ★ genre: best friends!au, humor, fluff, hint of angst at the end

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 1,674

ミ★ pairings: soonyoung x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi! i felt bad for like... only writing angst in the last few oneshots i’ve put out, so i hope this chaos filled one makes up for it !! even tho there’s a hint of angst at the end !! omg who am i? i used to only write fluff and crack, now i’m a whore for angst... my god. also i got this prompt from tiktok hehe

“Please help me.”

“No.”

“Bruh…” You give Soonyoung a look, before turning back to your physics homework. He lets out a whine, grasping your arm and shaking it. “Yn, please! You’re the only one who’s gone on a date-”

“I don’t think the one with Vernon counts because we were only pretending to be on a date in order to spy on Joshua and Jeonghan.” Soonyoung squints at you, before continuing.

“If you love me, you’ll help teach me how to flirt with the cute cashier at the coffee shop.”

“I feel like that’s not my job, even if I do love you.” You respond, and Soonyoung whines even louder beside you. He rolls onto your kitchen floor, closing his eyes and letting out loud sighs to try and convince you. Shrugging, you go back to your science homework.

Soonyoung opens an eye to peek at you, only to be offended by the fact that you’re peacefully doing your homework as he lays on your floor in misery. He sits up, now shooting death glares at you. You turn and glance at him, letting out a chuckle.

“Oh? Sleeping beauty finally woke up from his beauty sleep on my kitchen floor?” Soonyoung reaches out and slaps your leg softly, making you giggle and kick his shoulder.

“Let me do my homework and then I’ll help you, okay?” His expression turns from a pout to a big smile as he stands up off the floor. He wraps his arms around you, giving you a big hug. “Aye…”

“Thank you yn! I’ll be waiting on your couch!” Soonyoung sings cheerfully before skipping out of the kitchen and into your living room. You shake your head, chuckling at his antics, before going back to thermodynamics.

“Okay, so what’s the first thing you know when it comes to flirting?” You ask, reaching over to the table to take a chip. Soonyoung lifts a hand to his chin, showing that he’s really thinking of what he knows in an attempt to impress you. “I know that nice guys don’t finish last.”

You blink, before letting out a sigh and patting his back, “I’ll give you that.”

“Anything else?”

“If I knew anything else than I wouldn’t be sitting here asking you to help me.” You squint at Soonyoung, and he immediately changes his expression to one that doesn’t make him look like a smartass.

“Ignoring that, but the first thing you wanna do is start off a conversation. You can either compliment them, mention how nice they look.” Soonyoung nods, his expression incredibly focused on every word you’re saying. You fight back a smile at how ridiculous he is before continuing.

“If they seem flattered and look as if they want to continue the conversation, then green means go. However, if they seem uncomfortable and not interested then back off Kwon Soonyoung.” You say with a glare, and your friend noticeably gulps nervously, making you grin at the power you hold. You lean back, straightening out your shirt. “Okay, that’s it.”

“THAT’S IT?!”

“That’s basically it. If green means go, then introduce yourself properly and get to know them. If they’re uninterested, then that’s it buddy. We must respect people.” Soonyoung nods his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can we practice?”

“Pardon?”

“Like,” Soonyoung turns to face you, grasping your hands and giving you an earnest look. “Can we pretend that you’re the girl from the coffee shop?” You let out a sigh, muttering how badly you’d rather not do that. Peeking over at him, you see him giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“God, fine. Stupid puppy dog eyes.” Soonyoung claps his hands in victory, before thinking of what to start off with.

“Oh wait!” You raise an eyebrow at your friend, “Can I do pickup lines?”

You stare at Soonyoung, pursing your lips as you realize that he truly has not flirted once. Yet for some reason, everyone in school has a huge ass crush on him. Letting out another sigh you answer, “Only if they’re creative and actually good. Let me hear some and I’ll tell you whether you can say it or not.”

Soonyoung pumps his arm in the air excitedly, flashing you a big smile. You softly grin back at him, finding that he looks best when he’s happy. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, before opening them and staring directly at you with a determined look on his face.

“Are you from Tenness-”

“No.” Soonyoung looks taken aback at your abrupt response, and you just shake your head at him. He lets out a breath, before trying again.

“Did you fall from heav-”

“No.”

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine-”

“No.”

“Yn! You have to let me get all the way through so that you can actually critique them properly.” Soonyoung whines, and you lean back onto the couch, letting out a sigh. “These are all gross, overdone, pickup lines that will absolutely not work. Give me unique ones.”

Soonyoung thinks to himself, before sporting a big smile once again when he remembers one that he learned. He stands up and walks past the couch, before walking back towards you again.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he grins when he realizes he finally found one you don’t know. He leans forward so that your noses are inches from each other, and you stare directly into his eyes.

“Or should I walk by again?”

“Or should I walk by again...” You say at the same time, Soonyoung trailing off, now a lot more discouraged. He leans back, now standing at his full height again, frowning at you. He thinks to himself again, and you grab the bowl of potato chips from the table, getting comfy when you realize he’s not going to give up anytime soon.

“If you were a fruit-”

“No.”

“If you were a Transformer-”

“No.”

“Feel my shirt, you know what it’s made of?”

“Absolutely not.”

Soonyoung backtracks, looking at you with a hopeful look on his face, but you shake your head. “I mean absolutely not to the whole pickup line in general, not me answering it.”

Soonyoung sighs, sitting down beside you on the couch, thinking even harder now. The two of you sit in silence, the sound of you chewing the potato chips filling the quiet void of your apartment as Soonyoung tries to remember the pickup lines he took two hours learning the day prior. He lets out a small, aha!, once he recalls a few other ones.

“My love for you is like diarrhea-”

“God, no. Absolutely not.”

“We’re not socks, but I think we’d make a great pair.”

“Not bad.” Soonyoung grins, pumping the air in tiny font as he considers that a small victory before beginning again.

“It’s a good thing I have my library card, because I’m totally checking you out.”

“Jesus Christ, no Soonyoung.”

“Aside from being sexy-”

“Don’t finish that.”

“Been around the world don’t speak the language, but your booty don’t need explaining. All I really need to understand is, will you talk dirty to me?” You stare at Soonyoung, a look of both disgust and genuine concern displayed on your face as he gives you a proud smile.

“D-did you… did you just quote a lyric from a Jason Derulo song?”

“Yeah! Did you like it?” You close your eyes, genuinely wondering how Soonyoung looked at all of these pickup lines and thought they were okay.

“So, you are absolutely not doing pickup lines when you see the coffee shop girl next time. You’re going to compliment her like a good guy who does not use gross, overused pickup lines. Got it?” Soonyoung pouts at you, before nodding.

“Alright, pretend I’m her. Try and win me over.” He purses his lips, covering his face with his hands once he starts to feel nervous. You smile, letting your head rest on your hand as you wait. Soonyoung finally looks into your eyes and gives you a grin.

“Hi, I just wanted to tell you that you’re really beautiful, and that your smile really brightens up my day. Whenever you smile at me, I feel like nothing could go wrong.” Soonyoung tells you honestly, causing you to break eye contact due to the warmth flooding your face. You rub the back of your neck, “That was good. T-that was really nice Soonie.”

He gives you a smile, “Really?”

You nod your head, standing up off your couch to signal that it’s time for you to get ready for bed. “Maybe you don’t need to add the last sentence though. The first one where you mention her smile is really sweet on its own.”

“Oh that wasn’t a compliment for her.” Soonyoung says, standing up as well and stretching his arms over his head. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he turns, giving you a soft smile. “It was for you.”

Your eyes widen slightly, more heat rushing to your face and you look away again. Soonyoung grins, before wrapping his arms around you, cradling your head like he always does when he hugs you. You slowly wrap your arms around his waist, closing your eyes as you take in his comforting scent.

“Thank you for helping me yn, I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow.” He pulls away, and you give him a small smile.

“Of course! You have to text me right after alright? Not a second late, I’ll be waiting.” Soonyoung laughs, putting his flannel on and giving you a thumbs up as the two of you walk out of your living room. He waves bye to you, and you smile and wave back. Once you hear the sound of your apartment door closing, your smile slowly drops from your face. You place a hand over your heart, feeling the wave of sadness finally hit you at full blast.

“She’s one lucky girl to have you pining after her, Soonyoung.”

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stellarstarwarsimagines · 4 years

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Somebody to Love

Pairing - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary - Poe and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for a long time. When a confrontation brings out all the insecurities you have about your relationship, will it be enough for him to finally make a move, or lose you forever?

Word Count - 3,067

Warnings - Language and angst

It was a dumb cliche. One that you had hoped to never fall victim too. It was pathetic, overdone, and could end in heartbreak. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea.

But no one else had Poe Dameron as their best friend.

It was so easy. He was caring. When you were down, feeling hopeless or haunted, he could tell without you saying a word. He somehow always knew, and would do little things to cheer you up. The affection that he gave would multiply, more hugs and touches. He would play songs that he knew brought back good memories for the two of you and would make you laugh. Poe would tell terrible jokes and do anything to put a smile on your face.

He was such a good listener. He was the one person in the whole base that you knew you could tell anything to, and he would never say a word, no matter how stupid or silly it was, you knew that it was safe with him. He would never betray your trust.

The two of you were on the same wavelength. There were countless times you could look at each other and hold an entire conversation with your eyes and quirks of your lips.

How could you avoid falling in love with someone like that? You were helpless.

You weren’t the only one to notice this predicament either. The whole base seemed to be aware of the situation. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had both been teased, either privately, or in front of each other, about the fact that you should be together.

The fact was though, that it hadn’t happened. Nothing romantic had ever happened between the two of you except for a drunken kiss one night that you both brushed off the next day. Because that was what you did after a drunken kiss right? It didn’t matter that you were in love with him. He wasn’t in love with you. Sure, he told you all the time that he loved you, never left for a mission without saying it, but he wasn’t in love with you. You thought it would be easier to just forget about the kiss. Of course you never did.

Then it didn’t help that every time the two of you came close to becoming something romantic, Poe threw up a wall and seemed to take ten steps back. It made you bury your feelings deeper, try to forget about them, deny their existence. You had friends try and set you up, but it never went anywhere. Feelings like the ones you had for Poe didn’t just go away. They lingered at the edge of your heart, coming back full force with every sweet moment and smile the two of you exchanged.

You were having one of those moments now, sitting beside each other in a circle, knees brushing as you played one of those drinking games. The Black Squadron had returned earlier from a successful mission and wanted to celebrate. When Poe asked if you wanted to come, you hadn’t hesitated, eager to spend time with him after he had been gone. The object of the game the group was playing was to drink if you had done something that a person said. Not having lived the most exciting life, you were pretty sober, but still enjoying every second of your time. Until the question came up.

“Never have I ever had sex!” The drunken pilot called out before she took a large sip.

“You’re not supposed to say something you have done so you can drink!” Wexley called out to her.

“You say that as if I care . . .” She said with a laugh that everyone else continued as they took a sip.

Except you.

Being a virgin wasn’t something you tried to hide, but it wasn’t something you talked about either. Whenever it was brought up, someone never failed to have a comment about it. This time was no different.

“No wonder Poe hasn’t tried to fuck her yet.” A girl said, giggling to her best friend who started laughing as well.

“Hey!” Poe said, sounding pissed off, but it was as if you were underwater, his voice muffled in your ears.

The breath had been knocked out of your lungs. You felt like you were going to choke and your eyes filled up with tears. You had asked yourself that question so many times. Why didn’t Poe want to be with you? The both of you had discussions about what you wanted in a partner, and every time that little voice in your head told you that the person he was describing sounded a hell of a lot like you. You two had so much in common, and were the best of friends . . . What was it about you that Poe didn’t want to go further with? You had figured that maybe it had something to do with your physical appearance, your body type . . .

But was it this? Did he not want you because you didn’t have any . . . experience?

You swallowed hard, turning your gaze away from the direction Poe was and instead focusing on the moon. You could feel his eyes on you, and you refused to cry. You were not going to let him see your tears. You weren’t going to let anyone see those tears that so wanted to fall.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, his fingers a feather like touch against your knee. “Did I tell you about the Varactyls that almost ran me over? It was . . .”

He was trying to distract you. He knew that the words had hurt. Poe had always been able to figure out your emotions, but you didn’t think he knew how upset you were. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he continued the story. Your fuzzy vision never wavering from the moon as you told yourself, practically screaming in your head, not to cry.

But then a tear fell down your cheek, and you knew you weren’t going to make it.

“I’m going to the restroom,” you mumbled, standing up and almost running back into the hangar. You didn’t head for the restroom though, instead finding the first hallway you could and sinking down against a wall. You buried your face in your hands and let it all go. Years of repressed feelings bubbled out of you as you cried. Questions of why you were good enough to be his best friend, but not good enough to be a lover, that you tried so hard to bury circled your mind over and over, never shutting up.

What was so wrong with you? Was it your virginity?

You wanted Poe to come look for you. You wanted him to come pull you into one of his amazing hugs and sing or do a stupid dance move until you didn’t feel like crying anymore, but you knew how this went. Throw a wall up and ten steps back. It wasn’t any different this time.

A small, hesitant beep, pulled your hands from your face. You brushed your tears away to find a familiar round droid rolling up to you carefully, as if afraid to scare you. “Hey, BB,” you whispered as he settled in front of you.

He made an inquisitive beep, and you shook your head.

“Not really, buddy,” you replied as a fresh wave of tears filled your eyes at the thought that maybe Poe’s droid cared more about you than he did.

The droid let out a sad noise and dropped its head, rolling over to your side and leaning against you as if trying to give you a hug.

Your chest constricted, and you hide your face once more.

____________________

It was a long time before you could bring yourself to get off the floor and go back to your quarters. You felt weak, tired, and as soon as you got to your room, you collapsed on your bed, still in your clothes, curled up in your blankets and fell asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been sleeping when a knock at your door broke you out of unconsciousness. A part of you hoped it would be Poe, but you still found yourself surprised when you unlocked the door, and he was standing there. “You never came back.” He said, concern in his eyes as he took in your appearance.

It couldn’t be good. You knew how puffy your skin got after you cried. Your hair was bound to be a mess from your sleep, you were positive your eyes were red, and your clothes were now disheveled. That was nothing compared to how it felt to look at him with the words that had been circling in your mind so fresh. Another reason to add that Poe wouldn’t want to be with you. You looked terrible after you woke up. “Poe, I . . . I’m sorry, can we talk later?” You asked, looking down at the ground.

“Listen, I got onto them about what they said. They shouldn’t have -”

“Is it true?” You asked before you could stop yourself, biting your lip as you met his gaze.

Poe looked startled by your question. His brow furrowed together, and his eyes widened. He seemed shocked that you would even ask, which was fair, because you had never so blatantly brought up the relationship, or lack thereof, between the two of you. “What?”

“Is it true?” You repeated. “What they said . . . do you not want to be with me because -”

He didn’t even let you finish your sentence. “No! Why would you even -” He glanced around and slid between the door and your body into your room. “Do you think I’m that shallow?” He asked when the door shut behind him, disbelief written on his face.

You wanted to feel relief. Hearing the words come from his lips, you thought it might make you feel better, but with one question answered, the others were still there. “Then why?” You felt your lip trembling as you looked at him, and those stupid fucking tears were threatening to return. “Why am I not good enough to be loved by you?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“Sweetheart . . .” He reached for you, but you took a step away. He looked distraught, and you realized it was the first time you had ever denied affection from him. “You know I love you.”

Shaking your head at him, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hold yourself together. “Not like I love you, and I know you know that.”

Your name rolled off his tongue so soft you almost didn’t hear him. “Please . . . You’ve got no idea -”

“No, Poe, you’ve got no idea.” You choked back a sob, covering your mouth with your hand as you turned your back to him. You couldn’t look at him anymore. One more second of staring into those warm brown eyes, and you would fall apart. “You’ve got no idea how lonely it is loving you.”

It was so silent you thought he left. The quiet filled the room, and you had never been so uncomfortable with Poe your whole life. When he did speak, his voice was hoarse. “You’re wrong. I do love you, but I can’t -” You heard him take a deep breath. “I can’t risk losing what we’ve already got. Hell, you’re everything to me -”

“That’s bullshit!” You interrupted, angry at his excuse. He had the nerve to stand there and tell you that you were his everything and too important to lose? “What do you think is going to happen when you find someone to give that ring to? Do you think they’ll be okay with me being in your life like I am now?” You shook your head at him, brushing your tears away roughly. “You’re going to lose me either way, because I can’t . . . I can’t keep acting like your girlfriend when you’re not willing to take that leap with me.”

Once again, silence filled the room for a minute before Poe spoke. “I - what are you saying?” He asked, staring at you as if he couldn’t believe your words.

You didn’t want to say it. It was your instinct, seeing how upset he was, to hold him close. To tell him to forget everything you had said, and that it could stay the same. Poe Dameron was your best friend. Your confidant, your rock, he was everything to you.

But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m asking you to go, Poe.” You said.

He said your name again, taking a step forward and reaching for you once more, but you shook your head.

“Please.” You whispered, begged, because if he stayed a second longer, you didn’t know if your resolve could make it.

This time he went.

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Two weeks later Poe is presumed dead on a mission. It’s Jessika that tells you. It’s her who holds you while you sob. It’s her who checks on you and brings you food while making sure you remember to do basic things like shower and eat. It’s her who attempts to hold you together.

Inside? You’ve fallen apart.

You hate yourself. You hate everything you said to him. You hate yourself for pushing him away knowing now that the last conversation the two of you had broke your relationship apart. At the time it had seemed like it was worth it. Time apart would help you get over him, and in the future you could both go back to being friends. You didn’t think when you said those things, that he would be permanently out of your life.

Now he was, and you didn’t know if your life was worth living anymore without Poe Dameron in it.

You hadn’t left your room since you found out. There were too many memories outside for you to venture out there. You wouldn’t be able to go to the hangar without imagining Poe’s windswept hair and victorious smile when he came back from a mission. You wouldn’t go into the mess hall because Poe wouldn’t be there, saving your seat and making you laugh. Outside was out of the question. There had been too many days you two had walked, even danced horribly to take your minds off everything just for a minute.

No one tried to push you. They knew you weren’t ready, so when someone pounded on your door, you figured it was Jessika, bringing your dinner. Forcing yourself to get out of your curled up position, you walked to the door and opened it.

Poe Dameron was standing there. He was covered in blood and bruises, dirt and debris, but you swore your heart stopped beating. “Please don’t make me go.” Was all he said.

You collapsed into his arms.

He caught you, cradling you against his chest so tight you couldn’t breathe, but who cared about breathing when the man you loved was back from the dead? You sobbed into his neck, clutching onto his flight suit as if it was your last lifeline because it was. Poe was alive and everything else seemed so trivial. “I-I’m so sorry, I - I didn’t want to -” You managed to choke out, but he stopped you.

“No, no,” He let go of your waist and gripped your face in his warm hands, forcing you to look at him through your tears. “I was a fucking idiot, do you hear me? You were right. I was making shitty excuses because I was scared that I’d mess something up if we got together, and lose you for good. I thought if we just continued like we were . . . I don’t know.”

“We can.” You said, putting your hands on top of his, desperate to feel more of his skin, reassuring yourself that he was real. “We can, I promise I’ll - I’ll get over it.” You would. You would if you got to keep him in your life.

Poe shook his head and leaned forward until his forehead was resting against yours. You closed your eyes and breathed him in deep, desperate to remember this smell of jet fuel and musk for the rest of your life. “Sweetheart . . .” He breathed, his breath fanning across your lips. “I don’t want you to.”

Your eyes flashed open, and you forgot how to breathe, your hands tightening their grip around his so much you were sure you were hurting him, but he didn’t even flinch.

“All I could think about when they had me was you. How your nose crinkles up when it itches, how you laugh at my stupid jokes, how you make sure my drunk ass gets home safe when I drink too much, how you have the most beautiful smile in the world . . .” Poe tilted his chin down to press a soft kiss against your nose. “How I was wasting so much time being scared when I had the love of my life right in front of me.”

Your eyes closed, too many emotions flowing through your body. “I thought Poe Dameron didn’t get scared?” You said, your voice soft and hoarse from tears.

“I do when it comes to you.” He replied, now leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The familiar sensation had you pressing even closer against him. You had never thought you were going to feel that again.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I swear if you give me one more chance, you’re never going to doubt my feelings for you again.” Poe continued.

You stood there for a moment before opening your eyes and staring at him, tracing his features in your mind and memorizing them, determined to remember everything, “and if one of us messes up?” You asked.

Poe brushed your tears away with a thumb. “We’ll get through it.”

It was all you needed to hear. You leaned up on your tip toes and met his lips with your own, slanting your mouth over his. Your heart was pounding so rapidly it was bound to beat out of your chest.

You didn’t care. Poe Dameron, the love of your life, your best friend, the greatest listener, and the most caring man you knew was clutching you close and kissing you back as if his life depended on it.

Maybe falling in love with your best friend wasn’t such a dumb cliche after all.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine

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stnscat · 4 years

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Ship: Mammon/Fem!MC

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: Alcohol, violence, cursing, some making out wink wonk

Summary: MC and Mammon go to a casino, but when Mammon gets too caught up in a scheme and leaves you hanging, another demon decides you’re easy prey. On the bright side you get to see why Mammon is the second strongest. Ends in angst/comfort.

So perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea.

You stumbled along the corridors of the casino, mind cloudy. You turned your head ever so slightly, and immediately felt your sight delay for a second. You stopped and blinked, trying to catch your breath. Psh, you thought, you were fine! Totally. You only had a couple, or maybe four shots. Everything went to Mammon’s tab anyway, so you weren’t counting. Or maybe you stopped counting after the third glass of whatever-ma-thing-california-tequila you had. It was sweet and nice and...

Actually, you felt a bit weird. This wasn’t a corridor anymore, but since when? You were holding your shoes because it was just so much harder to walk around in heels -- why had Mammon insisted in heels anyway? Heels were an invention to make women’s butts smaller and running away harder! That was a movie quote, you were pretty sure.

You sat down on a couch. It was black and felt nice to the touch. A cold breeze came from an open balcony, and while you did feel a bit chilly now, it also made you feel less... Weird. You weren’t particularly used to being drunk. Hopefully you’d sober up at least enough to remember most of the night tomorrow.

You looked down, elbows on your thighs, deep in thought. You were here so Mammon could scam people, and you’d be the pretty, well-dressed assistant to help take the “clients’” mind off of how sleazy everything out of his mouth sounded. Like a few magic words and “was that your card”s, it was easy money with cheap tricks, and he said you’d get a cut off of it. You didn’t need the money, mind you, you just wanted to spend some time with him. But he disappeared while talking to some people, leaving you at the bar while chatting to the bartender. As revenge for leaving his so-called partner you decided it was only fair to order a drink on his tab. And then another came, and another...

You squinted, feeling dizzy, and let out a breath. You put your head up, eyes closed, and took in the fresh air. If you kept your head down like this you’d only feel sicker, right? You opened your eyes again, and instead of an almost empty room you saw a stranger’s grin a bit too close for comfort, truth be told. You felt your stomach turn, and you were sure it wasn’t the alcohol.

“And you must be MC, correct?” she said your name with a strange emphasis to it, her grin never diminishing, like you do when thinking of an expensive meal you’ll treating yourself to after a long day.

“Yeah...” you hesitated. “And you’d be...?”

“Oh, just a friend of your friend. He asked me to take care of you.” she replied, a hand snaking its way up your arm. You were too drunk to react in time. It felt like both an eternity and too quick to process, your stare blank towards the action, and then you lazily looked up at her, painfully aware that you weren’t going to move quickly enough for anything. Yet, you felt your heart beat faster and adrenaline running through your veins. You knew damn well she was lying, no matter how smashed you felt. You sobered up a bit, and though not enough to actually be sober, it felt like enough to not stumble on your own feet if you ran. You didn’t know if that would matter, but it was better than the alternative.

The demon’s look was sickeningly sweet still, yet sharp. Like she was waiting for your move, to read if you actually saw through her poorly told lie. Your drunk mind trailed off to Hansel and Gretel’s candy house, and how it was used to lure them to the witch. And how you didn’t leave any crumbs for Mammon to follow you and hopefully save you. No, you were alone, and painfully aware of her grip on your arm. You tried smiling back.

“Ah, okay.” you replied, trying to pretend you bought it. “So, um...” you paused, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to keep the façade of oblivious intoxication. “Have you seen my friend? He’s like... Tall and dark and stuff. White hair.”

“I know, dear, don’t worry. I’ll take you to him in a second, if you’ll just come with me.” she pulled you lightly, surprinsingly gentle for someone who saw you as prey. You followed her lead, and for a second her grip on your arm was released. Your feet moved before you had a chance to think, and once you did you felt a sharp pain on your arm. You inhaled, not taking the time to look at the possible injury. You know the demon was at your back and would pounce if you slowed down for even half a second.

You slid from one corridor to another on your bare feet and ran down a flight of stairs, never having realized you were upstairs. You heard a groan behind you, and tears stung the back of your eyes. Suddenly you were tumbling, and everything stung. You know for a fact you didn’t trip. You felt pressure on top of you, only intensifying the pain, and black and white spots danced in your vision, but through them you could still make out the demon readying herself. You let out a pathetic hiccup and braced yourself.

Instead you heard a yelp, and the demon’s weight being lifted off of you.

Letting out the breath you were holding, you try to turn and look, a glimmer of hope in your heart. You grunt as your new aches flared up, but you still managed to prop yourself up with an elbow.

Right next to you was Mammon, demon form unleashed, holding the other demon up high by the throat as she struggled to put her feet down to no avail. He had an aura of seriousness about him, which, yes, you would expect from any of the brothers if you were ever hurt, but with Mammon it was different. You’re far too used to him gloating and boasting and jesting even when the situation is dire. But now you can’t help but notice there was no humor to his eyes. A tint of ferousciousness colored them instead.

“Tell me: what do you think you were doing?” his voice had a deep, cruel tone instead of his usual goofiness. He let the words hang in the air as the other choked, hanging just as much from his grip.

The position you were in began to hurt, and you tried to sit up further. A sharp pain blazed through your chest, and you wheezed, arm wrapping itself around the area. Shit, did you break something?

“Hey,” Mammon’s voice spoke higher than the pain. Cruelty no longer laced it, but it still sounded so much more serious than usual. “how bad is it?”

“Pretty bad.” you coughed back. You noticed the demon squirming more, and guessed he squeezed harder. “Don’t kill her.”

“I don’t, usually.” he paused, and the demon’s squirming seemed to stop as well. You could barely process it, but the next second a wall had been cracked, her body making more unpleasant sounds than your own. Your breath hitched, but Mammon wasn’t even paying attention to the demoness anymore. Instead he’d directed his attention at the staff members, who all seemed to be either gasping or gulping. “Get her information. Pass it to Lucifer. He’ll want to have a talk.” the scorn, disdain, hatred. All of it was clear in his tone.

And then he turned to you, changing from his bare chested demon form, to his previous attire that night. A simple suit, carefully disheveled, sunglasses on top of his head.

“Tell me if it hurts, alright?” his tone was kind now, barely a whisper. His hands were gentle as he lifted you up from the ground and walked out of the casino, carrying you. You placed your head on his chest. You could still smell his cologne as the haze from before eveloped you, this time both it and the exhaustion putting you to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling outside your door. The dim light from the corridor was just enough for you to make out that you were back at the House of Lamentation, and that the bed you were in was yours. From there you could also hear people speaking loudly, the volume of their voices only increasing.

“... been so stupid, as usual!” a deep voice was exasperated. Satan or Lucifer, you’d say.

“Shouldn’t we just take her to a hospital?” another deep, but this time softer, voice. Beelzebub, you guessed.

“No, he said nothing was broken. It’s best she rests here, where we can keep an eye on her.” it was definitely Lucifer this time.

“You could’ve killed her, you know?” a soft voice snapped. Asmodeus. “How could you just leave her at the bar like that? Did you even notice she wasn’t there anymore?”

“I gotta say, that was a dumbass move even for you.” Leviathan chimed in.

Through all that Mammon kept himself quiet. That is, until now.

“I’ll apologize to her when she wakes up.” his voice was tiny, the façade of an egocentrical bastard completely gone. That seemed to surprise everyone, in fact, as there was no more snark thrown his way.

You understood. Yes, he shouldn’t have left you alone, but maybe you shouldn’t have overdone it like you did. You were mad you got ditched, but you didn’t blame him for being attacked.

“Alright.” Lucifer was the first to break the silence. “We’ll bring you some tea later.” Mammon probably nodded, as there was no audible response before you heard steps getting farther away from your door. Then it opened, and you instinctively closed your eyes as if to pretend you didn’t catch any of the previous conversation.

You heard someone approaching, stopping right next to your bed, and then kneeling. He searched for your hand on top of the bed, the slight cold from the lack of a blanket entirely covering your arm quickly substituted by the heat of his own hands. He held it for a second, and you felt your face burn with his stare. At this point you were sure it was Mammon. He sighed, almost as if to confirm your suspicions, and carefully placed your knuckles on his forehead. You felt a bit of movement on your side, like he’d buried his face on the sheets.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, voice not above a whisper, muted further by the bed. He then moved your hand, lips gently touching it as he continued to speak, this time a bit more clearly “I should’ve been more careful. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.” he confessed, pain and regret finely threaded in-between his words. ”I thought you’d be fine. I didn’t know you would get completely drunk and run off to where I couldn’t see and... And it’s my fault, even if I put it like that. And I know it. I’ll do better.”

His hands squeezed yours ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to break you further.

“I’m supposed to protect you, damn it...” his voice shook. “I’m supposed to not be such a screw up all the damn time. I’m the second oldest, and if I can’t even protect a single human from one minor demon...” he sighed, letting the thought hang in the air.

“But you did.” you replied, attempting a smile. Mammon looked back at you, startled, eyes sparkling with what you weren’t sure were tears or not “I’m sorry I made you go through this.”

“You...” he stuttered. “Ah... You heard all that, didn’t you?” he sounded sheepish, looking away. “It’s not your fault. You know it’s not your fault.”

“And it’s not yours either.” You attempted to move your other hand, change positions. You wanted to caress his hair, tell him, show him you were fine and everything would be okay. Instead you hissed as pain shot through your chest.

“Ah! Hey, hey!” startled, he gently held your shoulder in place. “Don’t... Don’t do that. You’re already all purple and blue, you don’t need more bruises. Humans are too fragile.” he tried to go back to his usual persona, but it was much less effective than he was hoping for. He frowned, looking at the bandages on your arm, where you know for a fact the demon had put her nails and cut you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know how deep those went. “I’m sorry.”

“C’mere.” You simply replied, and before he could say anything else you put your hands on each of his cheeks, pulling his forehead to join with yours. “I’m okay. I’m here. And I don’t blame you.”

“That makes one of us.”

“Shush. Now, come on, I was saved by the Mammon. My knight in leathery armor, my first man. How could I ask for more?”

He chuckled back.

“So how much did we make anyway?” you asked. You hadn’t let go yet. You didn’t want to. Mammon was sitting on top of your nightstand at this point, comfortably pressed against your bed and you, and he, too, made no effort to separate himself from you.

“Well...” he trailed off, his cheeks burning slightly. “Ya know, it was s’pposed to be a surprise, but I don’t think you’re getting out of this bed ‘till after the weekend, so I guess I could tell you...” again he let the words hang in the air before adding “For a price.”

“A price?” you replied, feigning ignorance.

“C’mon, I’m the Mammon. My services, whatever they are, always come with profit for me, myself and I.”

You hummed in response, face inching closer. Now your cheeks were burning as well, noses tickling each other so close they were. “I see. And what kind of profit was the incredible, showstopping Avatar of Greed thinking of?”

“Hm...” he let out. His breath was hot on yours, eyes half-lidded. His hands held the bed frame, arms encasing you in his heat even more. “There’s a couple of things...” A hand moved, carefully, tenderly, to the back of your head. You lifted yourself slightly so it could be easily placed, which only made the two of you all the closer, lips almost brushing. You didn’t move away. He didn’t move either.

And then he did, pressing his lips to yours. Carefully, passionately, yet with an underlying hunger. You pressed further, fingers tangling in his hair. He was Greed personalized, but you had your own spells of selfishness. He noticed, his own cravings fueled by yours. He moved from your lips to your jawline to your neck, trailing kisses wherever he went.

“You--” he said in-between kisses. “That’s just one of the things you can do to pay me for information.” he had moved from the nightstand, now almost on top of you on the bed. Your heart beat fast seeing him like that. Disheveled, now with no care, no measures and appearances, simply messy because you did it and he wanted you to do it.

“Yeah?” you breathed out only to immediately bite your lip. You didn’t expect to be out of breath already. He placed his forehead on yours again, a grin spreading accross his face.

“Would you go on a date with me?”

#mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #swd obey me #fanfic #my writing #obey me imagines #mammon x mc

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eldritchteaparty · 3 years

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Chapters: 13/20 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Rosie Zampano, Oliver Banks, Original Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Annabelle Cane, Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Basira Hussain Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'll add characters and tags as they come up, Reference to injuries and blood, Character Death In Dream, Nudity (not sexual or graphic), Nightmares, Fighting

Summary: Following the events of MAG 200, Jon and Martin find themselves in a dimension very much like the one they came from--with second chances and more time.

Chapter Summary: Martin contemplates the future, now that he realizes Jon is recovering his powers. Then, when they return to work, a body is found in the tunnels beneath the archives.

Chapter 13 of my post-canon fix-it is up! Read above at AO3 or read here below.

Tumblr master post with previous chapter is here.

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“Wake up.”

Martin opened his eyes to the immediate sensation of a headache, followed by the slightly less immediate sensation of pain in his back. On top of falling asleep against the wall, he’d probably overdone the sake a bit. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he just didn’t feel good.

“Ugh.” He could tell from the light coming in through the window that the sun was just starting to come up. Jon stood in front of him, holding out his hand.

“Come on.”

Martin took the hand and got to his feet, but had to lean against the wall for balance as soon as he was up. Jon reached for him.

“I’m all right.” Martin moved Jon’s hands away.

***

It was very late when Martin woke again. He’d managed to sleep most of the pain out of his back, but his head still hurt and his mouth was dry. His back was to Jon’s side of the bed, and he assumed Jon would be gone by this time—at least in the other room, if not at work—but just as he’d decided he really was alone, he felt movement behind him.

“Hey.” His voice felt scratchy. “I didn’t think you were here.”

“I am.” Jon’s hand touched his back under the covers. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” He felt Jon move closer to him, and the pressure from his touch grew stronger. “No—I mean—I’m fine. I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m just talking.”

Jon pulled himself closer still, until his chest was pressed against Martin’s back, and his legs were curled into the space behind Martin’s. Martin reached for Jon‘s hand in spite of himself, pulling his arm tighter.

“Do you want breakfast?” Jon asked.

“Sure. Just give me another minute and I’ll—I’ll go get it started.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to make it. I asked if you wanted it.”

“Oh.” He squeezed Jon’s hand. “That’s really—nice—but honestly, I don’t. Want breakfast. But thank you.”

“Ok.” They lay in silence for a few minutes before Jon spoke again. “Do you want—some time?”

“What?”

“By yourself, I mean.”

“Not particularly.” That was actually the last thing he wanted. At the same time, though he didn’t want Jon to feel like he had to stay. “But if you—”

“No.” Jon shook his head against Martin’s shoulder blades.

“Look, if—hang on.” Martin rolled over to face Jon. “What I’m trying to say is—you don’t have to keep doing this for me.”

“Doing what?”

“Acting like—well, like this is all real. Like it matters. Like—like we have a future.”

Jon lay still for a moment, then reached for Martin’s face. Martin couldn’t help it; he clasped Jon’s hand in his. He so desperately didn’t want to be alone, yet he couldn’t stop offering Jon the chance to leave.

“Martin.” Jon spoke softly, so that even if they hadn’t been alone only Martin would have heard him. “I don’t know what’s in the future, but this—us—is real.”

Martin sighed. “I don’t mean—it’s just that I feel stupid.”

“Why?”

“Well—you know, like—when I got worried about us moving in together. I wanted it to be for the right reasons and all that, blah blah blah, but really—who cares. It’s not like it’s forever because—we don’t have forever. You never thought we did.”

“It wouldn’t be any different.”

“You don’t know that though, because it’s never been any different for you.” Martin closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Jon’s hand on his face. “And—and you don’t even want it. It doesn’t bother you. And that just—hurts.”

Jon was silent.

“And yes, I know, I’m being incredibly selfish and it’s wrong for me to even want that, I get it—”

“It’s not wrong.” Jon’s lips closed over his. He kissed him back, but only for a moment.

“Jon, I want you to know—nothing’s changed. I’m going where you go. Wherever that is.”

“I know.”

“And whatever happens, I’ll—I’ll stay with you. Until I can’t. And then—”

“Please. Not—not now.”

Martin opened his eyes.

“And there is—there is one thing I won’t do again.” He let go of Jon to touch his chest, to touch the place his hand could find now without even searching for it.

Jon nodded. He pulled Martin’s hand away from him, and pressed his fingers to his mouth.

***

Martin was tired at work on Monday. Despite spending more time in bed than usual over the weekend, he had somehow slept much less. Melanie wasn’t in yet; Tim and Sasha were chatting in the assistants’ office when they arrived. Sasha looked up and broke away from the conversation when she saw them.

“Morning. Just so you know, maintenance just got here—they’re doing their quarterly check on the tunnels today. So if you see them around the archive—that’s why.”

Martin nodded. Since their first dinner all together with Melanie, Martin had realized—remembered—that there was nothing secret or hidden about the tunnels here at all; there never had been. Sure, they were a historical oddity, and as Melanie’s interest in them had suggested, their connection to the prison had long made them a source of rumored paranormal activity—but mostly, they were a safety liability to the Institute. So, while they were generally off limits, the maintenance crew performed regular upkeep.

He sat at his desk and tried to concentrate on something—anything—but he wasn’t very successful. There were some new requests in the system for research materials, but he wasn’t feeling particularly excited about those just yet; maybe he’d get to them later in the day. He checked on the Leitner group in the database, just in case something had gone wrong in the notification system he’d set up, but no—those were all still checked in and on the shelves.

He looked over at Jon; he seemed busy enough.

“Jon,” he called over, trying not to disrupt Sasha and Tim. “Is there—anything I can help with?”

Jon shook his head without looking up. “Not really.”

Martin slumped back into his seat. For all the futility he might have felt before, in the other world—he had never felt this completely directionless. Or useless.

“Wait,” Jon said. He started to shuffle through some of the files on his desk. “Actually, if you want to, there is something you could take a—”

“Jon, it’s fine.” Martin shook his head. “And don’t do that. Any of—what you just did.”

Jon looked at him with slight confusion, then looked back at his desk after he realized what Martin meant. He hadn’t even realized he’d been picking up Martin’s feelings. “Sorry.”

“It’s—I know.”

He had just about decided that prepping those research requests was better than sitting in the office after all when a man walked in, looking extremely pale. Martin didn’t recognize him, but the badge and lanyard around his neck indicated he was part of the maintenance team.

Sasha immediately broke off her conversation with Tim. “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry—there’s no one at the front desk and—we need to call the police.”

“What?” Sasha straightened up and set the folder she’d been holding on Tim’s desk. “What’s going on?”

“There’s—” He wiped at his face with his hand. “We found a body down in the tunnels.”

“Oh.” Sasha’s eyes grew wide. “Oh.”

“Ma’am—I’m sorry—we really should—”

“Right, come on.” She was walking for the door, taking the man gently by the arm to go use the phone at Rosie’s desk. “Tim—get Elias. Call him or—or go find him if he doesn’t pick up.”

“Right.” Tim already had his phone in his hand and was pulling up Elias’s number.

“Oh god.” Jon was already at Martin’s side, pushing him toward the door. “Come on.”

“Jon, what’s—”

“Have either of you seen Melanie?” Sasha asked as they emerged, worry visibly spreading through her features now. The man who had come into the office was speaking into the phone next to her. “You don’t think she would have—I mean, she doesn’t even have a—wait, you’re not going down there, are you?”

“We are,” Jon said, pushing ahead. Behind them, out of the corner of his eye, Martin saw Tim head out of the office in the opposite direction.

“Jon,” Martin said, “what is—” Jon was already walking past the small maintenance crew; they had gathered outside the trapdoor that led into the tunnels and were talking in low voices to one another. They fell uncomfortably silent as they watched him head down the steps, and Martin had to pick up his pace to catch up with him.

“Hey, Jon—come on—”

“This is bad,” Jon said. “I’m—I’m sorry. I should have—”

“Jon.” Martin was still struggling to keep up with him as Jon followed the curve of the tunnel walls ahead of him. “Tell me what’s going on. It’s not Melanie, is it? Please tell me—”

“It’s not Melanie.”

Martin was relieved, but only for a moment; that meant it was someone else.

“Jon—”

“You’ll understand when you see.”

Martin started to ask Jon again to tell him when they arrived at the first junction in the tunnels, and Martin did understand. On the floor, in front of them, was the body of Elias Bouchard—exactly as it had been left when Jon had killed its most recent occupant.

“Shit.”

“Martin.” Jon turned to him and reached for both of his hands. “Whatever is about to happen—don’t forget where we are. Don’t put yourself in danger.”

“Why would I put myself in danger? What are you—”

“Please.”

“Jon, I don’t know what you’re—”

“Shh.”

Martin heard Sasha’s footsteps coming around the curve of the tunnel.

“Jon?” she called. “Martin?”

“We’re here,” Jon said flatly, just as she came into view.

She walked slowly toward them, with her eyes on the sprawled figure on the ground; the recognition registered on her face just after she reached the spot where Jon was standing.

“Oh god.” She turned toward Jon without thinking, and wound up turning into his chest, her hand over her mouth. Martin made eye contact with him over her shoulder; Jon looked as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He had just raised a hand as if he were going to attempt to comfort her when she turned back toward the body.

“Who would do this? What was he even doing down here?”

Martin glanced back toward Jon again; he seemed lost in his thoughts.

“I—I don’t understand. This doesn’t make any sense. What—why is he dressed like that?” She moved as if she were going to step closer, and then thought better of it. “Oh god.”

Martin couldn’t decide what to do; he had just made up his mind to reach for her arm when they heard more footsteps coming down the tunnel hallway. Sasha gasped when they were joined by Tim and Elias.

“Elias? But I thought—”

Elias looked at her, then from her to Jon and Martin, and finally to the body.

“What is this?” he asked, looking around at all of them again. “Is this—some kind of joke?”

Tim also looked around, ultimately meeting eyes with Martin. “What’s going on?”

“I—” He couldn’t see Jon—Sasha was standing between them—but he recalled the words he had spoken right before everyone had joined them. “I don’t know.”

“Is it—real?” Elias asked, stepping even closer. For a moment, Martin thought he was going to touch the body, but he didn’t. “Look, I’m going to be completely honest with everyone. I might—I might be high right now.”

“Jesus.” Sasha held her hand to her mouth again.

“It does—it does look like me, right?”

No one answered him.

“But the eyes are wrong.” He stooped down to look into the face that Jonah Magnus had stolen for himself. “Those—those aren’t my eyes. You all see that, right? Those aren’t my eyes.”

Martin thought he had felt every kind of uncomfortable feeling there was, but this was proving him incorrect. He felt sick.

“Elias,” Tim finally spoke out. “Maybe you should—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, though, because the man who had first come to tell them about the body had arrived with several uniformed officers in tow.

“Don��t say anything unless you have to,” Jon said quietly, having made his way over to Martin. “Let—let me talk.”

Martin didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he thought he didn’t like it.

“All right everyone, out of the way. Let us through.” With a small tug at his sleeve from Jon, he stepped back toward the wall as Daisy and Basira made their way through the small group of officers. They all watched as Daisy knelt down next to the body, inspected it for a moment, and then frowned. Martin didn’t know anything about murder scenes, but he knew there had to be a lot wrong with this one.

“Is this where he was found? Has anyone moved him?”

No one responded, and Basira spoke up. “All right, people. She asked if anyone’s moved him.”

The man from maintenance who had brought the police down shook his head.

Daisy surveyed the group, and her eyes quickly focused on Elias. She looked back down at the body and up at him.

“Do you know him? Is he a—brother?”

Elias shook his head. “I don’t have a brother.” He started to move toward the body again, but Basira stepped forward to block his path.

“All right, everyone—let’s go.” Daisy nodded her head at an officer behind Martin, who stepped forward and began to take pictures. “Back upstairs. Come on.”

Tim fell in step with Martin and Jon.

“I don’t understand.” Martin could hear Elias talking to Sasha behind them. “Is it real? Is it a real—”

Martin glanced over at Jon, who was deep in thought again. How is this possible? He supposed the body could have come here when they did. Given that it was in the tunnels, it wasn’t surprising that no one had found it before now. What was surprising was that it seemed to be in exactly the same condition it had been when he had last seen it months ago; if he didn’t know better, it could have just happened.

Had the Eye done this? And if so—why?

When they got back out to the front office, they found Melanie there arguing with yet another officer. Rosie was standing silently a few feet behind her.

“—I’m just asking for you to tell me something. Look, are my coworkers here? I’m—” She visibly relaxed as she saw the group come into the front desk area. “Oh, thank god. Are you—”

She stopped when she saw the looks on their faces.

“Go home, Melanie,” Sasha said. “I’ll be in touch later.”

“Oh—ok.” She frowned. “Are all of you all right?”

Sasha shrugged. “Go on. You too, Rosie.”

The two women looked at each other, and did as Sasha asked.

“All right,” Daisy asked. “Who’s in charge here?”

Sasha looked at Elias, who still seemed to be in more shock than the rest of them, and sighed. “I guess—I guess we are.”

Daisy peeked into the assistant’s office. “Is that another office back there?” When Sasha confirmed, she waved another officer out, who brought Sasha and Elias back to Sasha’s office. Martin heard the door close behind them.

“You. Your work crew found the body?”

The man from maintenance nodded yes.

“All right. Get their story,” she said to the other two officers who remained. “And you three”—she indicated Martin, Tim, and Jon— “come in here with us.”

They entered the assistants’ office; the three of them sat at the conference table Sasha had been using for a desk, and Daisy and Basira stood, jotting down occasional notes. They started with some basic questions, asking about their role at the Institute and what they had been doing that morning. As they spoke, Daisy’s eyes kept settling on Jon in a way that made Martin very nervous.

Eventually she addressed Jon directly. “We came out here before, a few months ago. You weren’t here.”

Jon nodded.

She turned to Martin. “You weren’t here either.”

“No, he wasn’t.” She looked at Jon again, raising an eyebrow, before turning to Tim.

“Were these the two you had called about? That were missing?”

Tim looked at her with a disgruntled expression. “Yes. Thanks for all your help with that, by the way.”

“Were you two off together?” Daisy asked, having turned back to Jon.

“Yes.”

“Look, it—it ended up being nothing.” Tim said. “You were right.”

“I’m not asking you.” Daisy didn’t look away from Jon. “Where were you?”

Jon started to answer her, but she cut him off.

“Wait. Both of you. On three.”

What the hell. Martin really didn’t like this now; it was clear that Daisy had somehow already zeroed in on Jon.

“One—”

Shit. He grabbed on to the first thought that popped into his brain, and thought it very, very hard.

“Two—”

He hoped Jon would understand this was an appropriate time to break the rules.

“Three.”

“Visiting his grandmother,” Martin said, at the same time Jon said, “My grandmother was ill.”

“Hm.” Daisy seemed almost disappointed; obviously she didn’t know that Jon’s grandmother had passed. Martin noticed that Tim didn’t so much as blink at their story.

“It was—something of an emergency,” Jon said.

“So you two are—a couple?” Basira asked.

“Yes,” Jon answered.

“Did you know that when you reported them missing?” Daisy asked Tim, without taking her eyes off Jon.

He shrugged. “Can’t blame them for not wanting to feed the office gossip mill. Look, it really was just bad communication.”

“I see,” said Daisy. “So—tell me about this.” She drew her hand across her neck, indicating that she was asking about the scar her counterpart had left behind. “Looks like someone didn’t like you.”

Jon’s chest rose just a little faster than it had to that point; it may have been imperceptible to anyone else, but Martin saw it.

“He was attacked,” Martin said, defensive. “It wasn’t his fault.”

“Martin.” Jon spoke his name sharply.

“When did that happen?” Daisy asked, ignoring the exchange.

“Not recently,” Jon answered.

“And what about the other scars?” Basira asked, waving her hand vaguely over her face. “The—the small ones?”

“Bug bites.”

“Bug bites,” Daisy repeated.

“Yes,” Jon said acidly. “Bad ones.”

“Well,” Daisy said, closing her notebook. “I have just a few more questions, and I think perhaps—just to help things go a little more smoothly—you should come down to the station with us.” It was clear she was referring specifically to Jon.

“Really?” Basira asked. Her concern wasn’t lost on Martin.

“Wait,” Martin interrupted again. “Why? He hasn’t done anything.”

“I’m not saying he has,” Daisy answered, unbothered. “I just want to talk to him, and I find we get better cooperation there.”

“You can’t do that!” Martin was indignant. “You have no reason!”

“Martin—”

“I do have a reason.” Daisy cut off Jon’s warning outburst as she turned toward Martin. “He is a witness to a crime scene, and I have more questions. Although now I wonder if maybe you should be the one to come with us.”

Martin froze. The look in her eye wasn’t right. It hinted at what he’d seen in her when they’d finally found her in the apocalypse, right before she’d turned on Jon. He was just trying to decide what to say when she turned away from all of them, suddenly appearing uncomfortable.

“Hm.” She shook her head.

“Are you all right?” Basira asked.

“I—I’m fine.” Her actions didn’t match her words, though. She shook her head again, and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.

“You don’t look good.” Basira put a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe—maybe call this quits for today?”

“I don’t—I don’t—ugh.” Daisy held her hand up to her forehead as she sat on Tim’s desk, which she had been standing in front of.

Martin remembered himself and looked over at Jon again; Jon had a fierce look of concentration on his face, and Martin understood.

He wouldn’t, he thought.

But he is.

“All right, come on.” Martin thought Basira looked almost equal parts relieved and worried as she took Daisy by the arm. She turned to the three of them as she began to get her up from the desk. “We have your contact information—we’ll be in touch.”

Martin waited until he heard Basira explaining the situation to the officers at the front desk on their way out to face Jon.

“What did you do?” he hissed.

“What I had to,” Jon answered through gritted teeth.

“What did you do?” Martin asked again.

“I—I showed her what Calvin Benchly experienced in his last moments. After she tracked him down.”

“Have you—have you done that before? Did you know that you could?”

“No. I guess I got lucky.”

“Lucky?” Martin was rapidly forgetting to keep his voice down. “Do you—do you know what that feels like? To have someone—”

“I do, actually,” Jon said coldly. “In fact, I know what every awful thing that can happen in the world feels like.”

Martin hesitated; he hadn’t considered that. “Then—then that’s worse, that you would do it anyway.”

Jon stood up. “Did you want to go with her?”

He started to say no, of course not, but he didn’t get it out; Jon lost his balance and began to crumple to the ground. Martin reached out and caught him, forgetting his other emotions as he pulled Jon into him for support.

“I’ve got you,” he said, not sure if Jon was even conscious to hear him. “I’ve got you.”

He lifted Jon up just long enough to get him to the sofa, where he tried to lay him down as comfortably as possible. He knelt at Jon’s side, and ran his hand over his damp hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s all right.” Jon struggled to open his eyes. “I don’t know if—but I wasn’t going to let you—”

“Shh,” Martin picked up his hand and stroked it gently. “Rest for a bit.”

Jon closed his eyes, and soon appeared to be sleeping.

“Well.”

Martin turned his head to find Tim facing him, now sitting on the conference table.

“Tim.” He hadn’t exactly forgotten he was there, but at some point he had stopped caring.

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Martin looked back down at Jon.

“Martin—you looked—you looked scared of him, just now. Before he fainted.”

“I am not scared of him.” Martin dropped Jon’s hand and turned on the floor to face Tim. “I have never been scared of him. I’m—I’m scared for him.”

“Really.”

“Yes, really.”

“You know what that was about down there, don’t you?” Tim spoke quietly enough that the officers who remained in the nearby rooms wouldn’t hear. “In the tunnels. That body was real, wasn’t it? But you—you knew it wasn’t Elias. You weren’t even surprised when we showed up.”

Martin thought back—no, of course they hadn’t been surprised.

“I’ve given you a lot of time, Martin. Look—Sasha and I—we know you and Jon never went to the hospital. Well, not right after you showed up again, anyway. You did the next time, but—in Oxford. Why were you in Oxford that day? You certainly weren’t in therapy like you said.”

Martin stared at Tim, shocked. He and Sasha had known even more than Martin had realized—and they’d known it since the beginning.

“And then—all the other stuff—how did you know that guy we met? Oliver Banks? You knew exactly what he was going to say. And then—you, and Jon—sneaking around the Leitner Room—”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“We have security cameras, Martin.”

Of course they did. Martin knew they did. He could have smacked himself.

He tried to sound reproachful. “OK, but—why were you watching us on them?”

“Because you were sneaking around.” Tim shook his head. “Look, this—today—it’s gone too far. Whatever you know—whatever you can tell us—please. It’s time.”

Martin looked over his shoulder at Jon one more time, resting peacefully.

He wondered if he would lose him after all, after everything they had been through—after everything Jon had been through. He didn’t want to.

They needed help.

“Ok,” he said simply.

“And I realize—I really do—that whatever you’ve been through must have been—”

“I said ok.”

“Oh,” Tim said. “You did. Sorry.”

“Can you—can you help me get Jon home? I don’t want him to—to be here anymore.” He swallowed. “Then I’ll tell you everything.”

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An unexpected inquiry: foolish notion

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A/N: Hey guys! It took me more than three weeks to write this part, mainly because I wasn’t feeling it at all. But when I started writing, a lot of ideas popped up in my head and it came naturally (mostly). So I hope you’ll enjoy this part!!

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Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word count: 3484

It was almost 8 o'clock. You were in the flower shop back in the stockroom pretending to count the number of daffodils for the day after.

You couldn't set your mind to it. You still weren't able to fathom what happened yesterday. A prince asked you to court you. You. And you refused. Well, not quite, you sort of decided to give him a chance. It also felt kind of foolish. When you meet your One you just know it, and he definitely didn't felt like yours. And this kind of connection was more important to you than marrying some prince. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt 'something', even though you declared it as negligible. Any other young dam would've said yes immediately. But you weren’t any other dam.

The dress you were wearing was a simple one, made of a periwinkle colored smooth silk and reached above your ankles. The sleeves came just over your elbows and they had lace hanging on the ends. The corset with lilac colored flowers sewn upon it was laced at the backside, just a small wink to your job. It wasn't overdone, and you felt beautiful. You even felt like you put a little too much effort for someone you didn't even care about, you chuckled to yourself, who are you kidding, of course you cared. Even felt nervous. Your (H/C) hair was partly braided on the front, with the rest of your hair hanging loose. Alava braided it. All decorated with small golden beads you inherited from your father and mother, as well as the dress you were wearing. It was worn by your mother and her mother before her. Your family wasn’t wealthy and with you being the only one left, this was the way you could honor them every time you had a special occasion. Wait, was this a special occasion? You shook your head and tried not to think about it too much.

Back in the stockroom you counted about sixty daffodils but you weren’t sure of the number, since you started counting again for about three or four times.

Suddenly the doorbell jangled and you heard footsteps on the wooden oak floor. Your heart skipped a beat. “Y/N?” You heard a male voice calling. You sighed in relief, it wasn’t a stupid joke between him and his brother, a thought that slipped through your head at night. Sharing one last glance in the small hand mirror you kept in a drawer for when you ever needed it, never expecting that it would ever be needed for a situation like this. Your legs almost forgot how to walk when you made your way to the main room of the shop, and you took a deep breath before entering.

There he stood. All handsome and neatly dressed. You looked directly into his blue eyes.

“Hi.” You gasped, feeling as if your feet weren't even touching the ground.

A smile appeared on his lips as he approached you closer. Oh no, that dimple again, you thought.

“Hi.” He marvelled as he took you in. "You look beautiful.” He said with hushed tone.

You smiled timidly. "You’re very kind, thank you.” You brushed your dress.

The two of you staring at each other for a moment. None of you really knowing what to say.

He wore a brown leather coat with beige colored fur on the fronts. A belt in the same color as his coat with golden buckles closed it all together.

“You look handsome, Prince Fili.” You broke the silence, instantly regretting what you said. Was it even appropriate?

He blushed a little. “Thank you.” He smiled. “And please, just call me Fili.” He shrugged

You beamed. “Very well, Fili.”

"I-I brought you a gift." He stammered and reached with his hand somewhere in his coat. He handed you a small black box and when you opened it your mouth fell open. It was a small brooch and recognized it as a lily. The flower was white and covered it in small crystals and fit right in the palm of your hand. "Thank you, it's beautiful but i can't accept this." Still mesmerized by the gesture.

Fili was determined. "No, it's a gift, from me to you."

“I don’t know what to say...Again, thank you.” You stammered. You pinned the brooch down on your chest.

“It looks good on you.” Fili approved.

You gushed. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked with a curious tone.

“I’m taking you to a small tavern called ‘The Joyful Goat’ which is a short walk from here.” He grinned.

“A tavern?” You asked hesitantly. It didn’t sound quite pleasing to your ears.

“Don’t worry, it’s a very neat one.” He assured.

The two of you walked towards the tavern. Chit-chatting along the way. You told him about your family, and how the flower shop was owned by your grandparents. He told about his family as well, and his life in the royal halls, which you were interested to hear about.

When you reached the tavern you noticed a sign with a goat on it.

“Here it is!” He praised as he pulled the door and let you in first.

It was rather a tiny tavern, but just as he said, it was very neat. A friendly old dwarf greeted you and he seemed to know your companion.

Fili hugged the dwarf. “Hoìn! How are you?” Fili asked enthusiastically.

“Prince Fili.” He said loudly. “Nice to see you around! How is your mother?” Hoìn wondered. “She’s doing well, she said to send you her regards.” Fili said sincere.

“That’s good to hear.” Hoìn said. “And please send her our greetings.”

“I will!” Fili said. “Do you have a table for two?” He questioned.

“Excuse me, I was wandering off, please follow me!” As he gestured to follow him.

You sat down at the dark brown mahogany table, at the opposite of Fili. You took a quick look around, a fire was crackling and a few dwarfs sat at the bar. You enjoyed the ambiance as your eyes turned back onto your company. Fili even looked even more good-looking in this warm scenery. You noticed his warm blond hair and his braided moustache in the same hue. You tried to study his face as unnoticable as possible but you were ripped out of your thoughts abruptly.

“Myla!” Hoìn yelled as an older female dwarf appeared, supposedly his wife. “Can you give these two lovebirds our best wine and special stew?”

“Of course!” She said lighthearted.

“Oh but we’re not together.” You blurted and your eyes turned big.

“Yet.” Fili said mischievously.

You rolled your eyes at him, Mahal, what were you getting yourself into?

“Very well then!” He reported and he rushed off.

You sat down and the burning question in your head was trying to get out.

“Can I ask you something?” You interrogated.

“Of course.”

“Do you know about the rumors that are being told about you and your brother?”

“I assume you mean the wretched ones, so yes, I do know about them.”

“Are they true?” You squinted your eyes.

Fili shook his head. “I promise you, it’s not true."

You sighed in relief but not fully convinced. "I have no idea how these stories came into the world." He continued. "Kili was the most reckless one of us two, and I can’t say I’ve never done anything that Mahal wouldn’t approve of...” Fili admitted. “But I never woke up with a different girl in my bed every morning and I’m most definitely not seeing you as an easy catch.”

You smiled to yourself and looked down. “It would be surprising if you did.”

“Alright. Can I ask YOU question?” He queried while he gazed at you.

You leaned forward on the table. "Go for it.” you challenged him.

“Look, i'm not proud of the way how I approached you yesterday and I'm surprised you didn't ran away. You're definitely not feeling the same as i do, so, why waisting your time with me?”

"I'm going to be honest with you, i wanted to see who you really are. I thought you were different, nothing more than that." You confessed.

"Because of these stories?" He questioned as you nodded slowly.

"You said you thought I was different. So what do you think of me now?" Fili crook his brow and grinned.

"Let's not get ahead of yourself.” You raised your brows and leaned backwards.

“What a pleasant sight!” Hoìn marvelled when he walked by your table. “You two remind me just of his father and mother, they came here by a lot ya know.” You shared a short look with Fili. “Aye, this lad is a keeper!” He concluded with a big smile to you as he walked away to another table. You could do nothing but laugh, and felt a flutter in your chest and you noticed Fili's cheeks colored red.

“So you are more than familiar with this place.” You hinted.

“My father used to take my mother here when he was still alive.” Fili recalled. "So to me, this has been always a special place. Kili and I come here by a lot.”

“That’s such a sweet story.” You sympathized.

“Next time you should meet my brother, you would love him. If there’s going to be a next time of course.”

“I would love to meet him. And we shall see about that next time.” You teased. Fili chuckled.

Myla walked by with the wine and stew and placed it in front of you."Here you go dears!" She said sweetly.

“Thank you!” You both said in unison.

You both were enjoying the meal. Sharing a laugh and anecdotes about one another.

When you both were done you thanked Hoìn and Myla and left ‘The Joyful Goat’.

Fili suggested to walk you home, which you tried to refuse kindly. But Fili insisted.

You arrived at your home which had three steps in front of the front door, and while you stood on the highest step, Fili stood on the ground. You found your key and put it in the lock as you turned around to face him.

"Well, surprisingly you are not that terrible as I thought you'd be." You joked which he answered with a chuckle. "I had fun, and thank you for taking me out." You acknowledged.

"You really speak your mind don't you?" Fili laughed. "But, I had fun too."

You chortled softly. "Goodnight Fili". Shared one last glance and turned around to step inside your house.

“Wait!" Your head turned around from the sound of his voice. "When can I see you again?” He asked with a questioning gaze, and your heart melted a little.

“Well, let’s see about that.” You winked and closed the door behind you. Fili stood there for Mahal knows how long, maybe hours, debating if this was a yes or a no.

—————————

It’s been a few days since you last saw Fili. You really let him baffled, not giving him any closure. You told Alava about it, and she couldn’t believe you let him go.

Today you were busy helping a client who wanted a bouquet of roses and white lilies when you saw a familiar face entering your shop.

You looked up at him, smiling as if you knew he was up to something. The client gave you your coins and stepped away to leave the shop which was almost empty now.

“So, here we meet again.” You tittered, trying not to seem too eager while bundling a bunch of red lilies with a white ribbon.

“Yes, indeed we do.” He smirked he said as he walked towards you. “And you’re not alone I see.” You noticed as you looked curiously behind him.

“Yes, Y/N, this is my brother Kili.” You immediately recognized him as he stepped closer to you. “Nice to meet you Y/N!” He said as you shook his hand. “Likewise Kili!” Sure he was handsome just like his brother, but with a much more darker complexion. You never got the chance to study his face from up close. This was the cheeky one.

“So, this is the girl that you’ve been talking about!” Kili said amused." You chortled, "I hope i am!"

“I always wanted to meet the person who rejected my brother!” Kili joked. Fili punched him on the back and you could only laugh at the brotherly chemistry.

“Oh I did not exactly reject him.” You folded your arms and looked at the two brothers. “I just kept things open.”

“And can you close it now?” Fili said amused.

“I’m not closing anything right now.” You provoked.

"Oh Fee." Kili said. "I hate to break this intimate moment but we have to go now, you know how Dwalin thinks about being late for sparring time."

"Yes of course, let's go. Y/N I'll see you around, I hope." Sharing one last gaze with you and the two brothers walked towards te front door. Your eyes crinkled. “I hope so too.” Just before Fili closed the door he looked at you one last time, while you pretended no to see him. Trying to keep yourself occupied with the next bundle of lillies you could not resist to peek when he closed the door behind him.

Months have gone by, and Fili visited you almost every day. You even found yourself in the royal halls at times, and you were mesmerized every time you entered. Talking and blabbering about everything. Every time you saw him you became more and more fond of him. You could say he really was your friend, as well as Kili. Fili seemed to have let go of the whole 'One' thing and accepted the fact that you would never be a couple. That still didn’t mean he wasn't into you, sometimes annoyed by his ambiguous comments.

Today you were sitting in an open field with Kili. A place you visited ever since you were little. While sitting underneath a big oak tree you felt a warm breeze running over your skin.

“Where’s Fili?” You wondered.

“He had some important business to do with our Uncle, heir stuff probably.” Kili answered.

“Y/N I was wondering, how exactly did you meet Fili?” Kili wondered while he was lying down next to you, chewing on a piece of grass.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, hasn’t he told you about it?” You mouthed.

Kili placed his arms underneath his head. “He didn’t tell me much about it, just that you two bumped into each other on the street.”

“What! He really told you that?” You chanted and sat right up.

“What happened then?” Kili asked, leaning on his elbows.

“Well, I was working in my shop just like every other day and suddenly he stood right in front of me asking me to court him!” You uttered.

Kili’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking right?” You shook your head while chuckling and he bursted out in laughter. The loudest you’ve ever heard. Tears welled up in his eyes. You could do nothing but join the laughter.

“Even I would never do something like that!” He exclaimed while drying his eyes. Kili couldn’t stop laughing. "Oh Mahal, so this idiot really likes you."

"So it appears." You nodded. “But I’m glad I went out with him even though the feelings weren’t exactly mutual, because now I have two amazing friends.”

“Yes I’m glad you did.” Kili confirmed, and you two lay down again, staring at the sun.

"Kee?"

"Mhmm?"

"About what I just told you, please don't let it go hard on him."

"Don't worry about it." Kili grinned. "I will."

You slapped him on his chest as your laughter followed.

“What’s so funny?” You heard footsteps on the tall grass, you recognized the voice in an instant when the person sat down next to you.

“Oh nothing Fee.” Kili tried to say trying to hold in his laughter. “Just thought about that time when you asked Y/N to court you when you never even met her once!” Kili joked and Fili’s cheeks turned crimson.

“I’m sorry Fee, I had to tell him.” You tittered.

“Alright alright, that happened ages ago!” Fili tried to brush it off.

The three of you lay down again, with Fili in the middle.

“So where have you been all day?” You asked curiously while you lay on your side, leaning your head on your hand.

“Yeah what have you been doing?” Kili repeated as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Fili looked at you, squinting his eyes from the sun. “Why so nosey?”

You shrugged. You knew why.

“Well, since Thorin complained about me not having a wife yet, he set up a meeting with a princess, a human nonetheless.”

“And? How did it go?” You spoke slightly bitter. You didn’t even notice the jealous tendency in your chest.

“Thorin was enthusiastic, but only for the sake of the Blue Mountains, not for love. She was beautiful, intelligent and thoughtful.” He said while staring at the sky. The envious sting in your chest became more painful.

“But?” You questioned and raised a brow.

“She wasn’t you.” He answered, gazing into your eyes. You smiled tender.

You didn’t really know where to look while trying to think of something witty to say, but nothing came to your mind.

“I honestly don’t understand why you two are not together.” Kili interrupted, you almost forget he was there too.

You both sighed, staring to the blue sky. "Excuse me, I have to go." Fili said as he stood up and walked away on the grass towards his pony. "Fee! Where are you going?" Kili yelled but Fili didn't answer. He jumped on his pony and rode away as you both watched him from afar.

That night you were laying in bed and you couldn't sleep. Your mind were like one giant cobweb of thoughts. Was he angry with you? The thought of him being with someone else terrified you. He was the only one who ever understood your sarcasm. You also thought about that time when he helped a kid when he fell down and scraped his knee. Or that time when you walked upon him shirtless when you visited him in the forges last week.

Or how is moustache moves when he speaks. And that dimple. Suddenly you loved everything about him and every little thing he did seemed more and more attractive.

In an instant you sat right up in your bed. And one main thought shot through your head. You loved him. "I love him." You repeated but speaking out loud this time. "I must tell him now."

So you kicked away your sheets, put on your easiest shoes put on your olive green cloak, threw open your front door. And there Fili stood, with his fist in the air from an attempt to knock. Was he feeling something too or was this a coincidence?

"I love you Fili." You grabbed his face and gazed in his eyes. "I already have from the start but I was too blind to see it." You gently intoned.

You gave him no chance to answer as you placed your lips on his. He answered your kiss and buried his hands in your hair.

You pulled back and placed your forehead to his.

“You are my One, you’ve always been.” You confessed. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip.

“I love you too Y/N.” He told you. “So would this be an appropriate time for me to ask to put a courting braid in your hair?”

You chuckled. “Yes, you may now.” You nodded as you bit your lower lip. “Come inside.” You said softly.

He followed you inside and closed the door behind him. Standing in your small living room, smiling as you turned around with your back towards him. He fiddled with your hair as he put a small bead at the end of the braid. You turned around to face him again and placed your arms around his neck as he put his arms around your middle.

“For someone who always knows what she wants, you were pretty oblivious." Fili spoke with a soft voice. "When did you realize?" He questioned.

"Five minutes ago." You laughed. He looked approving."Well, I'm glad you did."

"Let's go tell my uncle." He hummed.

You giggled. "It's past midnight."

"Wait, let's tell him tommorow." Fili agreed.

"I hope he won't kill you."

"He won't." He said with a smirk as he kissed you once more.

#filixreader #fili x reader #fili x you #kilixreader #kili x reader #imaginexhobbit #lotr #the hobbit #thorin x you #fanfic #drabble #fanfiction

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spinningwebsandtales · 4 years

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Imagine Trying To Change Jotaro’s Mind About Valentine’s Day

(A/N): Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Sorry for my lack of posting, my idea well has been a tad dry here lately. And time has not been too kind to me, I haven’t had a moment to try to think of ideas but luckily this idea came to me for a special Valentine’s day imagine that turned out to be kinda a short fan fic instead. So hopefully this makes up for my lack of posting. I do still have a fanfiction idea I just haven’t had time to sit down and write it just yet but I’ll try to do that soon. Until then happy reading and to all my fellow single ladies you are strong independent women who don’t need no man! ;3

Tags: Fluff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Jotaro Kujo

Warnings: Some suggestive themes

Word Count: 1,606

People had warned you that Jotaro would be unloving towards you in your relationship, they also said it wouldn’t last. Jotaro seemed cold and harsh to most people due to his outward appearance and the way he treated most people. While he did have his flaws you could also see the good he tried to keep hidden deep inside. You felt proud of yourself for proving the ones wrong that said you and Jotaro wouldn’t stay together as you woke on the beautiful morning of Valentine’s Day curled into the side of your husband of five years now, it put a smile on your face every time. While he wasn’t the most romantic man around, you felt well loved and adored every time you looked into his eyes. He had been awake for some time now but he couldn’t bear the thought of waking you up so he laid there for as long as he needed to to let you sleep as much as you wanted.

“Morning,” you sighed stretching like a lazy cat.

“Mornin’,” he grumbled touching a strand of hair on your head that was sticking straight up. “Looks like you slept well.”

“I did,” you purred once again snuggling to Jotaro. “It helps when I have my own personal heater.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the faint tinge of pink to his cheeks. You didn’t poke fun at him anymore deciding on peppering him with kisses swirling your fingertip on the skin of his pectoral muscle.

“Happy Valentine’s Day by the way,” you said after a few moments of coddling him.

“Yare yare daze. What a stupid holiday.” He pushed the blankets off his hips before getting out of bed. He left you pouting there on the mattress. Yeah Valentine’s Day seemed silly and overdone. With everything red and pink taking over shelves at grocery stores. Fresh cut flowers for sale just about every where you turned around and couples making extravagant plans. While that part seemed ridiculous showing the person you loved how much you loved them with just small gestures seemed to be the most important part. That’s what you thought anyway. While Jotaro stayed in the bathroom showering and getting ready for the day was when you started planning. You giggled to yourself looking up a few little things on your phone to plan a day that would make Jotaro Kujo change his entire outlook on Valentine’s Day.

You had laid out some of his best but comfortable clothes as he exited the shower, hair plastered to his skull and a towel wrapped precariously around his waist. Another kiss on his cheek and you took your turn in the shower. Washing your hair and body didn’t take long but styling your hair was what was taking the most time in the bathroom. Putting on your robe and tying it around your middle you sat at your vanity putting on a little makeup before deciding to wear a nice pair of shorts and a button up shirt. Putting on your flip flops you took Jotaro by the hand pulling him up from the couch. He complained and seemed obstinate about not going anywhere but you eventually wore him down. He didn’t ask where you both were going and he didn’t seem to want to converse much on this day, but that was normal. You told him where to turn and kept talking to which he would answer with a grunt or sigh. Once the first sign came up his demeanor seemed to change. You smiled to yourself still not telling him anything, he was a smart man he could figure out himself. By the time the third sign went by the driver side window Jotaro knew what you were up to though he couldn’t help but show a twinge of excitement. It wasn’t every day that he got to visit the aquarium. Despite knowing exactly what you were up to, thinking that you could change his mind about Valentine’s Day. He did have to admit though you were playing your cards right and knew exactly how to make him happy. Finding a parking spot you took his offered hand, giggling to yourself at how so far you were winning the Valentine’s war.

At this time there wasn’t many people around and you knew many people wouldn’t want to spend their Valentine’s at a place smelling of salt water and fish. Though honestly you loved every moment at the aquarium mostly because you knew that it was making Jotaro happy. Walking through the building the colors of the fish made you gape in awe. Jotaro took to explaining every type before spending a little extra time at the shark exhibit. You personally liked the jellyfish the most, their slow movements soothing. You both stayed at the aquarium until the sun set and your feet were killing you. You definitely regretted not wearing tennis shoes but your want to look cute for your husband had outweighed practical. Jotaro ended up giving you a piggy back ride back to the car.

“Where to now,” he asked knowing that you were far from done trying to change his mind.

“Since you know what I’m up to by now go to the beach my darling. We are eating at the new restaurant that opened up on the pier. The fleeting look of shock would have been missed if you blinked. You grinned smugly knowing that you in fact didn’t miss his shocked expression. Reservations were nonexistent but you were able to pull a few strings and get a reservation for a table that overlooked the ocean. A perfect place to dine and watch the sunset with the husband you loved so dearly. The restaurant was bustling but you were immediately taken to the table you had reserved. Two menus were placed before you and Jotaro before the waiter was off buzzing around other tables before going to get your drinks. It didn’t take long to figure out what you wanted to eat and Jotaro knew what he wanted as well. With orders placed and the quiet of outside washing over you both it was a blessed moment of serenity. Waves crashed against the shore making you sigh contently. You played with a strand of hair while watching the ocean. Jotaro wasn’t for small talk so you had found ways to distract yourself during the silence between you. Others would stare at the weird couple who wouldn’t talk to one another but you ignored them. If they couldn’t understand that Jotaro did in-fact love you but didn’t enjoy talking very much that was on them. You loved Jotaro for him and no opinion could change that.

“Hey,” he finally spoke. Looking away from the ocean and dropping your hair to brush against your chest you looked at him. His hat brim was covering his face from your vision. “Thanks for today. I’ve had a lot of fun and maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad.”

You wanted to shout in victory but your only answer was to lift his face to look into yours with a finger under his chin. Your lips brushed lightly against his testing to see if he wanted to reciprocate your actions. He cupped your face almost dragging you across the table, causing the drinks to wobble but Star Platinum righted them keeping them from spilling onto the floor. With Jotaro kissing you fiercely you groaned gently moving your mouth against his. Ignoring the looks and chuckles Jotaro released you to sit back down in your chair across from him though his eyes burned with an intensity that promised to continue what you had started in the privacy of home. Now it was your turn to blush knowing what you had awakened inside your husband, but you couldn’t help but feel excited. Despite the commotion your meals were brought promptly, blessing the food you dug in savoring the amazing flavors.

With stomachs full and check paid you and Jotaro made your way down to the beach. Removing your flip flops you enjoyed the feeling of sand between your toes. Thanks the the evening weather the sand wasn’t cooking your feet and you could actually enjoy walking across the beach at a slow pace. Jotaro wouldn’t let your hand go even when you decided to dip your toes into the salty water. You laughed skipping across the shore with a lagging Jotaro in tow. He smiled as he watched you play and run. He would never forget why he fell in love and married you, even just looking at you reminded him every time. Planting his feet while still keeping a firm grip on your hand you were stopped abruptly the momentum yanking you backwards. You yelped before colliding with Jotaro’s unyielding chest. His arms were wrapped around you securing your smaller body to his. His lips brushed against your neck giving small kisses before nibbling at your earlobe. You squirmed a little earning a squeeze to stop your movements.

“What’s say we go home and finish what you started at the restaurant?”

You squeaked, “Says the man who basically ripped me across the table like a rabid maniac.”

He laughed lowly a sultry tone that had you shivering. “Like you didn’t like it. Now let’s get you to bed but we won’t be sleeping.”

You knew your face was blood red with a blush that was most likely up to your ears while a determined Jotaro lead you back to the car. Something told you that Jotaro was going to be willing to celebrate Valentine’s Day every year from now on.

#Jotaro Kujo X Reader #Jotaro Kujo / Reader #Jotaro Kujo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jotaro Kujo Imagine #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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asterekmess · 4 years

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S3A - E2

Here we go, Episode 2 of the rewatch. Honestly, even if you guys really don’t care about these, I’m gonna write them anyway, cus I need to get my FEELINGS out.

Anyway. Read More as a symbol of my love.

Thoughts:

Your pen is dry, honey. Try a sharpie.

So Stiles has literally known Heather since he was born? Nursery school is from 0 months to 5 years old, apparently. And Scott doesn’t know who she is? How does that even happen? It’s not like Stiles hasn’t seen her in ages, she recognizes him Instantly from across the room and he recognizes her back. So, Scott just never met her or asked about her or anything? Stiles never told him?

If anyone was curious, apparently Heather’s friend is named Danielle (according to Amazon Prime’s “X-Ray” thingy). She’s the same girl from Lydia’s birthday party, I think. The one who woke Stiles up? OHmygod that would be so fucking interesting. If he invited her and Heather to Lydia’s party. Maybe Heather couldn’t go, but Danielle showed up.

Awww, was Heather Stiles’ first kiss? Did they play winery as kids? Hide and seek? did they break a stupidly expensive bottle of wine?

I have personal issues with Stiles supposed canon age. I refuse to believe he’s not 17 and a year older than the others, because of repeating a grade when he was really young. I just refuse to believe otherwise. XP

PLS STOP making fun of girls asking for guys’ consent. This show would be awesome for like ten whole seconds if they stopped RUINING the girl’s asking for consent by having the guys laugh at them or treat it like a joke.

Allison, Scott’s not gonna have a single fucking clue what you’re talking about when only you hold out your arm to show the bruise.

Also. I believe in Big Dick Stiles Stilinski, bc he’s too smart not to know that wearing too big a condom is like the worst possible idea and can render it basically useless, and he wouldn’t have grabbed one (which we see he did in the next episode or something) if it wouldn’t fit. Therefore. XXL for our boy. XP

Hold up. So no one heard Heather screaming? Was she hallucinating the wine bottles breaking? Maybe it was an illusion, cus there’s no mess when Stiles gets down there? But still, the screaming is real. Scott should’ve heard screams like that even from outside the building.

Also, I feel p fucking bad for Stiles. As far as he knows, she bailed on him. What if he thought it was a prank or a joke or something? Or, even worse actually, since he’s known her for so long and she left her shoes down there, I bet he’d be worried instantly.

*snort* I looked up Derek’s loft set for research. They had to do so much editing to make it look grudgy and out of the way. This building is in the middle of town and it’s Massive and Gleaming. It’s a place where you can rent office suites. XD

I love everything about Isaac’s little venting session over getting Peter’s help, except the part where where he mentions Scott. Fuck scott. (whoops, now I need the tag. Like you didn’t see that coming?)

I find it hilarious that Peter’s intro is Rock Music. Also. “Fair enough.” I do love this man. (took me a while though.) Like, he’s honestly pretty simple to understand most of the time. He just wants people to be honest to him, say what they wanna say to his face.

Look at Peter, giving us one of the very few hints at werewolf history. Presumably, the ability was meant to be used to share memories with pack, locations of dens or images or even scents of other packs. And though mostly Alphas do it, clearly not just Alphas do it. This is fucking Interesting, I want MORE.

Aannnd, we discover that Scott’s been lying to Allison this whole time and letting her think that Derek just randomly attacked her mother. Love it. Also, I’m still not over Allison’s behavior in the last season? Waiting on an apology, hun, and it better be good.

OH. OH NOW You can sense the werewolves, Scott? SERIOUSLY?

Why do they make every single scene with Finstock have something to do with Stiles’ sex life? Like....it’s awkward. Stop. Also, can you imagine Stiles getting a rep around school for having a big dick bc of this? Is that something that actually happens in high schools? I had no friends, I would not know.

“No play.” The first time Scott decides that neutrality is better than actually doing something useful. I’m salty. *nods* yup. I am. I know what this scene does later on, and I hate it.

Also, can I just say that I literally hate that EVERY SINGLE time Stiles is having a good time, they make it Horrible? Stiles makes a lil joke about Derek being a Sourwolf? Derek gets claws through his lungs and spits blood. Stiles gets to play on the team? Across town Erica and Boyd are being tortured. Stiles is about to have sex? The girl he’s supposed to have sex with is being traumatized downstairs. Stiles is about to play a stupid fucking game in class? He gets taken in for questioning because his friend since birth has been kidnapped. They literally refuse to ever let Stiles be happy without making him look like an idiot or an asshole for having a single good emotion. It makes me so MAD. You can literally measure the show! If Stiles is actually smiling, then someone’s about to die.

OH MY GOD. Really? Another moment we didn’t get to see? “Derek says it’s easier to turn teenagers” WHEN DID HE SAY THAT? I‘M SO CURIOUS. Also how does Stiles know what Peter and Derek tried to do to get Isaac’s memories back? Are they reporting to Stiles? Letting him know what’s up? STILES IS HALE PACK I WILL FIGHT YOU.

I’m getting really sick of Deaton somehow knowing more about werewolves than the two born werewolves. Like, it’s really fucking annoying? They know their own species, or at least they should? It was the same with Chris helping out on the hunt. He doesn’t know werewolves better than they know themselves and I’m fucking tired of it. Let Peter and Derek have their own fucking history and knowledge about their own fucking species.

*snort* i paused at just the right time and the water effect made Derek and scott’s foreheads Really big. XD

I enjoy Stiles getting distracted now that his job is done. I feel that in my soul. The only difference between us is that he has the confidence to just Grab the shit he wants to play with, and I never did so I just zone out staring at it.

I’m not stupid. I see them suddenly throwing in the work ‘risky’ everywhere. But I still appreciate Derek reminding Isaac that he doesn’t have to do the ice tub thing.

More reflections...what’s with the reflections in this season so far?

Also, is this how people sound when they’re hypnotized. I’m on Stiles’ side actually, giving this the side-eye with Isaac’s constant “They’re here” thing. It seems really weird and overdone.

God, this scene is such fucking bullshit. Derek would never put Isaac in danger like that. Isaac’s the only Beta he’s got at the moment. He wouldn’t do that and it’s fucking Stupid to make him be so vicious and scare the shit out of Isaac. I fucking hate it.

I think it’s sweet that Isaac looks to Stiles for answers when everyone’s acting weird.

Ten hours of research, and Stiles has a little pinboard on the floor, the prototype for his big one Awwwwww.

Papa Stilinski comes through ONce Again!

If they’re supposed to meet at 5 and get to work at dark. Why is it dark when they get to Dereks??? WORK WITH ME HERE.

WHY would they patch the wall (Which is stone, so wtf did they patch it with? Concrete?) if they closed the bank down right after the robbery???

IT”S THE SCENE *heavy breathing* “Big bad wolf, yeahhh, lookatdat” Peter looks SO DONE “I’ve been dealing with this for months, make it stop”

aaaand again. “Risk” Since when does Peter care about risk? I never understood this scene. We have evidence that Peter cares about family, and according to werewolves, pack is family. He flipped shit to find Derek when Derek was missing. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. I just...I don’t get it. Don’t like it, either.

“Yeah, if you want me to come” “NOT you” I love this scene, because it shows not just that Stiles is fucking raring to go and help, but that he didn’t offer before only because he thought Derek wouldn’t let him. We know Derek doesn’t think Stiles is useless. He put Stiles in charge of researching this entire bank. Which means it’s not that he doesn’t think Stiles could help, it’s that he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. And apparently Stiles knows that Derek feels that way, and knows Derek is vehement enough about it that he didn’t even bother bringing it up in the first place. That’s some serious trust and understanding, and even respect right there that Stiles is showing. Understanding what Derek would feel before he did it, trusting that Derek knew better about what was too dangerous for Stiles to involve himself in, and respecting him enough not to bug him about it anyway.

personal preference, I hate how much time is wasted just showing people walk down halls with weird lighting effects, or showing Allison trip over debris and pull her coat closed. Like...it’s really not needed?

Sup, Morrell? 20 seconds to get hidden? Is that 20 sec before the alphas get in hearing range or 20 sec before they actually get there? And how did the Alphas know that Derek was coming tonight? As far as they knew they took Isaac’s memory away and killed Braeden.

KALI WEAR SOM EFUCKING SHOES YOU NASSTY.

Smart girl with the bleach. I mean, I don’t know why the sudden scent of bleach didn’t tick kali off, but sure, whatever works.

I’m not even kidding. When I saw this scene for the first time I fucking burst into tears. Just that little glimpse of Erica and I was a mess

I really love Stiles and Peter chatting though. Like, Stiles gives no fucks, and Peter sounds just so used to it. Also, Derek’s couch looks sooooo comfy. I wanna sit on it. And Peter halfway through calling Stiles annoying is just like “Shit. He’s right. Again.” and there’s no physical distance. Peter once dragged Stiles around by his neck all night and nearly killed Lydia. But Stiles has no qualms about walking right up into his space and helping him out. PLUS, when Peter realizes Stiles is right, there’s no insults. Not even frustrated ones. When STiles describes the walls of the loft, Peter doesn’t say, “No, you idiot, the bank vault.” or make a quip. He’s immediately looking to Stiles for the information and trusting that he has it and will know where it is.

Then we have Scott just...whatever the fuck he’s saying. I don’t wanna hear it.

Okay, that is way more space behind Derek and Scott than Stiles said. And how is the moonlight even getting in? They had to shimmy through a shaft in the walls, there’s no windows in the walls. AND HOW THE FUCK would the ALpHA PACK KNOW THEY EVen KNOW WHERE THE BANK IS???

Derek should be able to hear the phone call. Just. Yes. That’s how that works. Also, Peter, now is not the time for gladiator analogies.

And the tears are back. All it takes is one fucking word. “Cora?”

IT DOESN”T MAKE SENSE. HOW WOULD THE ALPHAS KNOW??? If Marin hired Braeden and told her to get a message to Derek about the bank they were being kept at, then that means that it was all this really dumb double-double cross. Her making it look like she double-crossed the Alphas by telling Braeden to give up their location, but actually doing for the Alphas to trap Derek and Scott. What the absolute fuck?

FINALLY Someone holds Scott accountable. THANK you Derek.

Also, hello Lydia, I’m so sorry honey but you’re about to enter a whole new nightmare.

Final thoughts: I’m very long winded, and very frustrated and very fucking sad. I am just so goddamn sad and the next episode’s gonna make me feel even worse so I’m taking a break.

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall

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silly-nonny-fics-are-for-fandoms · 4 years

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Overrated Love Stories

Summary: Joe knew very well that Jay didn't like cliches. He didn't give flowers, he didn't think long walks on the beach were romantic, but that was nothing. That didn't mean he didn't love Joe any less. And Jow knew that. But it didn't mean he didn't want something every once and a while.

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Jay had never been one for romantic gestures, be it towards him or doing it for his partner. He preferred to just tell him that he loved him, or slyly flirt with him rather than doing something big and romantic. Joe understood that. He was sometimes the same way, not wanting to have someone skywrite something for him or anything like that. But there were times where he wanted to have that feeling, the fuzzy warmth, and embarrassment of course, at knowing that the person whom he loved was thinking about him. He always made sure to let Jay know that he was thinking about him, sometimes with a little doodle or by making him food before he left for work or class.

He was lucky, he got to work from home, and all his classes were online. He could spend all day if he wanted on planning something romantic for Jay. Though, of course, there were days where he wanted to be told he was cute, or to be given flowers, or even just a note saying that Jay was thinking about him. But that wasn't how their relationship worked most days.

Jay came home to find Joe curled up on their couch, his laptop on his lap and drawing tablet pen barely being held in his hand. Soft snores came from his lover, his glasses askew. The blonde sighed, walking over to him as gently as he could. He saw a little doodle on the screen, his avatar giving flowers to Joe's, and he paused for a moment. Did Joe want him to get flowers? He'd never been one for such a thing.

He sighed, taking the pen from his partner's hand, saving the picture, and closing the laptop. Joe had a very bad habit of falling asleep on the couch where he often drew, or at his desk. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, he picked him up carefully. It wasn't too much of a burden, Joe wasn't particularly heavy, and Jay had brought him back to bed on many occasions. Once he was set on the mattress and glasses removed, Jay pulled the covers over him. Now, he would go to bed with him under normal circumstances, but he was curious about what he'd seen on the computer screen.

Did Joe want to be romanced? Did he want flirting and flowers and all that junk? They'd been together for almost two years and yet not once had this come up before in their relationship. Usually, they communicated all their wants and desires as soon as it happened, so they could make sure to keep one another happy and be sure they were taking care of each other. Why was this different?

Jay knew why this was different. It was because he had always found such things irrelevant, they were a waste. He liked to live in reality, where violets were purple, people died when their hearts skipped, stars only existed in the sky and in drawings, flowers weren't a good symbol of love because they just died in a week or less, and there was no way in hell one should eat breakfast in bed as it would just get crumbs all over the bedding.

It was so stupid. He'd always thought so, and Joe liked to laugh with him at some of the sentiments. It was fine with him. And as much as he hated the thought of it, Joe was more important to Jay than whatever prejudice he may have against romance, so before he could go to sleep, he got to work.

When Joe woke up in the morning, the first thing he noticed was that he was still dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the day before. Great. That meant he fell asleep on the couch again, and Jay had to carry him back to bed. It was a habit that Joe was ashamed to say that he was all too deep in, with most nights of his week ending on the couch and mornings still starting in bed.

He really loved his partner, and always made sure to thank him whenever he could. Speaking of, where was Jay? He sat up and blearily glanced around, reaching out for his glasses case on the bedside table, only to come into contact with a piece of paper that had definitely not been there before. When he pulled it closer so he could see it, he was slightly shocked to see what it really was. A note, from Jay. With a heart. A simple good morning message, but it was enough to send his heart all aflutter.

Something smelled amazing, he realized as he put his glasses on. Was Jay cooking? He never made breakfast. Lunch and dinner, sure. But not breakfast. What was going on?

"Jay?" He called out as he exited their room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, "Jay, you there?"

"In here!"

Joe looked into the kitchen and his jaw nearly dropped. Jay was cooking pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes by the smell of things, and had already poured out a glass of chocolate milk for him. They almost never had pancakes. Always eggs or oatmeal, or some other thing which was healthy and supposed to give them energy. But something just decadent, like pancakes? No way, that wasn't how they normally operated, even if it was Joe's favorite breakfast food.

"Okay, what gives? You never cook breakfast."

"Nothing, really, I just wanted to cook for my boyfriend before I headed out to class today." He shrugged, handing him his plate with a kiss when he came over. "Because I love you."

"What the heck? Did I forget some holiday? Is it our anniversary?" Joe whispered to himself, glancing at the calendar, and realized that their anniversary wasn't for another two months. It wasn't February, so not Valentines, and it wasn't either of their birthdays. So what was going on?

Jay's expression was unreadable, as usual. Either angry, neutral, or happy. Nothing new there.

"Do you really think that it only takes some holiday or special day to be shown you're loved?" Jay asked, his tone expressionless as he flipped the pancakes. "Is that really what you think?"

Joe sighed, setting his plate down on the table next to the glass of chocolate milk which had been set out for him. Jay was not a chocolate type of person, preferring orange juice with his breakfast in the morning. All the little things which made him, well, him. Those were what Joe loved the most. And he knew that Jay hated cliche romance, he hated it with a fervent passion. That was fine, Joe knew that, but he was also weak for those same cliches which his boyfriend detested.

"I just know you don't like this sort of thing, and the note was nice, but it doesn't seem like you. And knowing you, it doesn't feel like you want to really do this unless it was for my sake."

"You're right, I don't like doing this. But I love you more than I despise these stupid, overdone cliches, so it's whatever."

Joe wrapped his arms around Jay's waist, resting his head on his partner's shoulder after giving his cheek a soft kiss.

"I know you love me. You don't need to do anything big to prove it, you do that just by spending time with me."

He felt Jay sigh more than heard it, and the way he leaned into the hug only served to prove his point. Oh, he was sure that he'd find plenty of little notes telling him how much he loved him, or how cute he looked, or just of encouragement, and those were fine. He loved those kinds of notes, Jay would sometimes write them for him whenever he saw him having a hard time and didn't want people around. Jay wasn't a people person, but there was one person he loved more than his own biases, and that person had him in his arms then.

"C'mon, let's get some breakfast, you did put all this effort into making it after all."

"Eh, it's mostly from a box. I'm calling in sick from class today, I'd rather spend it with you."

"Well thank you very much," Joe laughed, "I'm honored."

"You sure you don't mind not having all the big romantic gestures?" Jay asked as he set the final pancake onto a plate, grabbing the butter and syrup to go with it as Joe released him so they could go sit at the table.

"Mhm, I don't mind. I've got you, and that's what matters to me. Sure, sometimes I'm bit by the romance bug, but that's the same as getting a craving for chocolate or whatever."

Jay couldn't help but laugh. This domestic romance, without the big gestures and cliches, as just the two of them together, that was all they really wanted. Because dear god, as much as they disliked cliche romances, they loved one another twice as much.

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So Close - S.S. VI

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 - S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12

Word-count: 3.2k+

A/N: So I googled Scott’s birthday for this and apparently it’s either October 6th or September 16th. I went with October so the reader’s birthday could be in July and take place over the summer. So she’s not technically that much younger than them, but she is a grade level below them.

Allison texted that they were like five minutes away, so you shoved the rest of your things into the duffel bag and dashed downstairs, yelling goodbyes to whoever was still in the house. You fumbled for your keys before throwing open the front door and running into someone.

“Woah, slow down there, speedy,” Stiles teased, putting his arms out to steady you. You felt your face flush and laughed for a second before realizing this was the first time you were seeing him since your argument.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” you exhaled and looked down before meeting his gaze. You smiled when you looked back up. “You’re, uh, you’re growing out your hair.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m just trying out something new.” He nodded, glancing down before looking up with a goofy smile. His signal that things were okay between you. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s cute.” You lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. Your hand slowly dropped to the back of his neck. You knew you probably shouldn’t have reached out, but the moment was so nice that you didn’t want to ruin it. “Gives you all the boyish charm without all the sarcasm.”

“Oh, does it now?” Stiles laughed. The two of you argued for a bit before falling silent, your hand still on the back of his neck but he was closer now. He was looking at you so intently that it almost made you forget how to breathe, let alone banter and laugh.

Lydia’s car horn snapped both of you out of your trances and you pulled your hand back to grab your duffle bag. “Hello? Are we going or not?” she called out. You saw Allison chastising her from the passenger seat.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” you yelled back. You looked back to Stiles but the warmth that was there a second before was gone.

“So, uh, heading out with ‘the gang?’” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he asked.

“Yeah, we're getting matching tattoos today because leather jackets are so overdone.” Your joke was an attempt to stall but he only gave a half-hearted chuckle before falling silent. He was staring at the arm that you were using to hold your bag and looked down at it. You sucked in a breath. The bruise.

“How’d that happen?” He reached out and your heart sped up, but you pulled your arm away reflexively.

“I’ve, uh, been helping the Hales look for Erica and Boyd.” You avoided his gaze but it was largely pointless because Lydia honked again before he could respond anyway.

“Well, uh, have fun.” Stiles stepped to the side so you could get by. “I’ll lock up.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded. You looked over your shoulder once you were down the porch steps and saw him watching you. For a second you hoped he’d say something else, but he just closed the door.

“What was that all about?” Lydia asked as you slid into the car. She was convinced that you and Stiles were in love with each other, despite your protests that, actually, he was in love with someone else.

“Nothing,” you smiled, buckling your seatbelt. Absolutely nothing.

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“London?” you repeated, looking up at Lydia over the trashy teen magazine in your hands. After spending the day shopping, the three of you were sprawled out in Lydia’s room for a sleepover before everyone split up for the summer.

“Yes, London.” Sitting cross-legged on her bed in her pajamas, it would’ve been a cute picture if not for the look of irritation on her face. “Can you believe that? One little murder spree and the whole family packs up to another continent!”

Allison shook her head and feigned offense. She and Chris were headed to France soon for three months after everything that had happened. “What kind of monsters would want to leave after going through all that?”

“I don’t know,” Lydia huffed, getting off her bed and ignoring the subtext of Allison’s remark. “But I’ll tell you one thing. I am not just gonna sit here and wait for him to come back.” She strode over to her closet and gave you a devilish grin. “We’re going out.”

“Oh, no way.” Allison stood on her knees on the bed and pleaded with Lydia. “It’s Thursday in Beacon Hills, where are we gonna go?”

“We’re three beautiful girls. Where aren’t we going?”

Allison groaned and collapsed on the bed in response, but Lydia kept going through her closet. You laughed at the dramatics of it all, but gave it some thought. Were you going to just wait around for Stiles all summer?

“You know what?” You put the magazine to the side and joined Lydia at the closet. “I’m in. Pick out something cute for me.”

“Yes!” Lydia jumped excitedly over to Allison, but she just covered her face with a pillow to get away from the attention. “Come on. It’ll be fun!”

“And at the very least, it’ll get you out of the house and to stop pining after my brother for a few hours,” you said. Allison removed the pillow to scowl at you.

“I am not pining.”

“You are totally pining!”

“Am not!” Allison launched the pillow at you and you quickly ducked to avoid it. Lydia wasn’t so lucky though. You and Allison shared a worried look before beginning to laugh.

“Well, now you have to go out with us.” Lydia dragged Allison off the bed and to the closet. “And stop laughing - that hurt!”

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The three of you were a giggling mess, huddled together in a corner booth of some fast-food place. It was the only thing open by the time you’d exhausted the clubs that would let you in.

“I’m serious!” Lydia said adamantly, suddenly trying very hard to lose the grin that was plastered on her face a second ago. “Scott might just have hypertrichosis and we could all be one of his delusions!”

“What, and Jackson just had a severe case of psoriasis?” you asked between laughs. Lydia glared at you for mentioning him and it made you and Allison laugh even harder.

“Okay, wait,” Allison started seriously after she recovered. “Since when do skin conditions come complete with mental disorders?”

“I don’t know but they-” you stopped when you looked up and saw someone you knew. “Isaac! What are you doing here?” You got up and wrapped your arms around him, leaving Allison to topple over since you weren’t there for her to lean on anymore.

“You called me,” he said hesitantly, barely hugging you back. “Are you guys drunk?”

“No…” You drew out the word, trying to look serious as you pulled away. “That would be illegal.”

“Right.” Isaac narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, which made you completely drop whatever seriousness you had left and burst out laughing.

“Come sit with us!” you pulled him into the booth with you, forcing Allison and Lydia to shuffle over slightly. He sat stiffly as you started running your hands through his hair, humming something that vaguely sounded like, “Curly, wurly, curly, curls ....”

“Okay.” Isaac sucked in a breath after a while. It had been ten minutes of Allison and Lydia kinda-sorta glaring at him, and you doing … whatever it was you were doing. “I think I’m gonna go.”

“No!” you protested, holding onto him. “Guys, Isaac should stay. Shouldn’t he stay?”

“I don’t know,” Allison said, swirling her straw around in her drink. “He’s kind of ruining girls night.”

Lydia started nodding and you gasped, pulling yourself closer to him and holding his face in your hands. “Isaac can be a girl!"

“He is pretty enough.” Lydia seemed to be thinking out loud, weighing the options. It took a little longer to convince Allison, but eventually she caved.

“I guess someone should make sure you all get home,” Isaac mumbled after being dubbed the newest edition of the group, a bunch of straw papers knotted together to form a crown sitting on top of his head to complete the look.

“Hmm?” you hummed. It sounded like he didn’t want to be there, and his sad little face made you sad. You were ready to cry if he didn’t want to be part of the group.

“I said I guess someone should get honeycomb,” Isaac rushed out. In your drunken state, that sentence made sense. Allison and Lydia looked confused, but Isaac seemed relieved that the three of you had taken him at his word.

“I don’t think they have honeycomb ... but I do think they have ice cream,” you told him, nodding seriously after a minute.

“I could go for some ice cream,” Allison nodded along, almost asleep on Lydia’s shoulder.

“Oh, me too! Isaac, will you get us ice cream?”

“Sure.” Isaac took a breath and shook his head once he was walking to the counter. This was gonna be a long night.

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The alarm that went off the next morning almost killed you. You jolted upright to stop it but almost threw up because of the sudden movement. “Oh my god,” you groaned. “What did we do?”

“Ugh, stop yelling,” Allison whined, curling up in her sleeping bag. “And switch off that stupid alarm.”

You looked around for the source and got up to find the phone. When you did, you noticed Lydia wasn’t in her bed, and because your sleeping bag was so far away, you climbed in and went back to sleep.

You woke up later when someone threw the curtains open. Allison groaned and formed an even tighter ball under the covers. “Dad, I’ll get up on my own!”

“Hmm, seeing as I don’t look anything like your father and you sound like a seventy-year-old smoker, I’m gonna guess you guys are still hungover.” Lydia’s perky voice annoyed you.

“And you’re not?” You sat up in the bed to squint at her. She didn’t look like she drank the two of you under the table last night. Her hair was perfect and her outfit was immaculately put together, right down to the accessories.

“Sweetie, do I look like the kind of person that gets hungover?” Lydia tilted her head to the side as she spoke and you threw a pillow at her - except that in your groggy state it didn’t go that far. You heard Allison groan and guessed it must have hit her. Lydia rolled her eyes. “I brought you guys food, water, and aspirin.”

Despite your annoyance not even a minute earlier, you were suddenly filled with admiration for your angel of a friend. Though the food basically had to be spoon-fed to you, you’d gulped down the water and aspirin. Sprawled out on the bed, you listened as Lydia checked on Allison. She’d fought the food and water much harder than you had, and you took that time to take a shower and clean yourself up.

You looked rough. You’d thrown up somewhere in the process of showering, washing your hair, and getting dressed, so you’d brushed your teeth twice by the time you left and were chewing mint gum on your way out. You checked your voicemails as you walked. Two from Isaac.

“Hey, so, uh-” his voice was quiet but you could hear some very loud giggling girls in the background. Was that you? “No, Lydia let go. Seriously, you guys need to sleep. No, I'm not staying. Really, I’m not- Would you let go? Please? Please, will you let go? Okay, hold on-” The message cut off and you laughed before clicking on the next one.

“Okay, let’s try again,” he sighed. You bit back another laugh so that you could focus on what he was saying. “I just dropped you, Allison, and Lydia back at her house. Anything that happens from here on is on you guys. But, uh, seriously, let me know when you get this so I know that you all made it through the night. Something tells me you’re not gonna be in the best mood tomorrow but whatever, I guess.” It was quiet for a second and you wondered if he’d forgotten to hang up when you heard his voice again. “This is Isaac, by the way.”

You laughed and put your phone in your pocket. Whatever the three of you had done last night, you were pretty sure that it didn’t include pining over the boys that broke your hearts. You knew with Allison leaving the next day and Lydia never being in one place for too long over the summer that the feeling wouldn’t last, but it was nice knowing that for one night you were just an ordinary girl with some ordinary girl friends.

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Because all of your friends had usually left for vacation by the time your birthday rolled around, you’d never been one for big celebrations. This year was no different. Allison was in France, Lydia was wherever she was, Erica and Boyd were still missing … the list went on. Melissa had taken you and Scott out to a local ice cream parlor though, for tradition. So when the car slowly came to a stop in front of the house, you looked at your mom with narrow eyes.

“Mom, why are there cars in our driveway?” you asked, unbuckling so you could lean closer to her.

“I- I don’t know,” Melissa lied badly. “Scott?”

You turned to face him and he threw his hands up in surrender. “I don’t know anything. Promise.”

Reluctantly, you followed them into the house. You calmed down when all the lights were off, but your spidey senses were still telling you that something was up. When everyone jumped out and yelled surprise, you weren’t sure how much of your reaction was fake and how much was due to your anxiety.

“Mom! You promised.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Melissa gestured to where Lydia was standing, birthday cap on her head and everything.

“Come on,” Lydia rolled her eyes as she pulled you into a hug. “You only turn sixteen once. Plus, who doesn’t love cake?” That made you laugh, so you let her slip her arm around yours and parade you through the house.

She had thought of everything from decorations and snacks to the guest list. She had Allison on FaceTime, roped in Derek and Isaac for the night, put Stiles and Noah on gift collection, and she’d gotten a few of your old Willow Creek friends and some kids from Beacon Hills High there too. You were touched.

Even more so when Derek pulled you to the side before cutting the cake and pushed a neatly wrapped box into your hand. “Awww, the big bad alpha does have a heart,” you teased and pulled him into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled away. “Listen, don’t, uh, don’t open that around the others, okay?” You raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. “I’ve gotta get out of here. There’s this girl that used to go to school with you that’s like-”

“Sneak out the back before Taylor finds you,” you laughed. “She can be pretty persistent.” He nodded seriously and you laughed once more before heading back to cut the cake.

You shied away from the attention when everyone was singing to you, and leaned over to blow out the candles when it was over. “Wait! You need to make a wish.” Lydia pulled you back up and gave you a stern look. “Seriously. Make a wish.”

You laughed and shook your head, casting a look at Stiles. What the heck? Regular people make wishes on their birthdays all the time, and it doesn’t mean it’ll come true. You closed your eyes and made your wish before blowing out the candles. Everyone cheered as you cut the cake and disappeared into little groups to eat and socialize. You stayed for a good half hour before heading up to your room when no one was looking.

You smiled as you saw all the gifts on your bed. You started with Derek’s because he was so weird about it, and found that it was a dagger that could hide in your sleeve until you needed it. ‘Because not everyone has a set of claws.’ Figures why he wouldn’t want a bunch of teenagers seeing that. You laughed and set it aside, moving through the rest. Lydia had given you a gorgeous dress and a pair of shoes to match. Isaac - a signed copy of one of the books the two of you read as kids. Scott - your favorite candy and a coupon book for ‘brotherly love.’ You didn’t find anything from Stiles but decided not to dwell on it as you went through the remaining gift-cards and trinkets.

“You know, I think it’s considered bad form for the birthday girl to leave her own party early.” You looked up as Stiles eased the door open and closed it behind him with a smile.

“I didn’t leave early,” you said defensively. “I’m just …”

“Hiding?”

You laughed and moved some things out of the way so he could sit on the bed with you. “You gonna rat me out?”

“And face the wrath of Lydia Martin? Not even if you paid me.” You laughed and shoved his arm playfully. “But, uh, anyway,” he eventually added to break the quiet. “I wanted to give this to you in person.” He took a small box out of his pocket; it was wrapped in a pretty floral paper and had your favorite color ribbon on it. “Stiles, I-”

“Just open it, okay?”

You bit your lip but nodded all the same. You untied the ribbon and carefully unwrapped the paper, ignoring Stiles’ comments to ‘just hurry it up already’ and ‘it’s wrapping paper, not money. Jesus.’ You opened the box to find a thin silver chain, and a tiny signet ring looped through.

“It’s a necklace,” Stiles explained nervously. “And the, uh, the ring we stole from my mom when we were little. When we, uh-”

“Got married in the woods,” you interrupted, looking up at him with bright eyes. “Scott officiated.”

“You- you remember that?”

“Of course I remember.” The two of you stared at each other for a while before you looked down at the necklace in your hand. “Help me put it on?” He nodded and you repositioned yourself closer, your back facing him. Your breath hitched as he moved the hair from around your neck and took the ends of the chain from your hands.

“There.” His voice was so quiet that you barely heard it. The necklace was long enough that it could be hidden under your shirt, but you left it over the surface as you turned to face him. “It’s perfect on you.”

You were about to say something when the door flung open and you heard Scott’s voice. “I think they’re in here!” He was yelling to someone down the hall when you felt Stiles shoot to his feet. You frowned, unsure of the sudden distance between you two. “What are you guys doing?” Scott asked with a goofy grin.

“I was unwrapping my gifts when Stiles came to bring me down,” you answered.

“That was like twenty minutes ago.”

“Okay, well we got sidetracked. Sorry we can’t all have super-human focus,” Stiles snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay, jeez.” Scott lifted his hands defensively. “Lydia wants you downstairs before people start leaving.”

“Right,” you exhaled and stood up. You walked past Scott and left Stiles behind in your room. You twisted the necklace around your finger before dropping it under your shirt. Another year, another weirdly romantic moment with Stiles that you were probably reading into way too much.

Part 7

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles slow burn #stiles stilinksi imagine #mccall!reader #so close #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf rewrite

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queenjunoking · 3 years

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Wolf Taming Pt 13 Sasha’s Perspective

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping - Manipulation

Everything hurt.

It felt like I had been hit by a truck. I tried to see where I was but everything was fuzzy and dark. After a few minutes trying to lay still and wishing the pain away, I realized it was dark. I looked to my side and saw the bars. That bitch had put me back in the cage again and turned off the lights. She must be done for the day. Apparently even monsters got tired, not that she had done anything all day but threatened me. It must be really hard work to push a button whenever anyone remotely threatens your ego.

I thought she was just some psychopath, but she’s part of some group. I saw the picture, that poor woman on the same treadmill I was. How could somebody do that to someone? It made me sick to my stomach, we’re people. How could you not feel guilty for doing this.

I couldn’t get the poor woman out of my head, I just kept playing over what that monster kept telling me. I wondered what other stuff her friends did to people. The idea of being forced to run until I collapsed terrified me. Day after day repeating the same routine, only to be locked in something that would take away my senses for weeks until I was forced to obey everything someone else wanted me to do. It was too much to handle. I couldn’t do that.

I heard myself crying before I really realized I was, I wanted to escape from here so badly. I could always feel the weight of this fucking collar around my neck every second I was awake. But I learned I couldn’t even tug on it, last time it hurt me like I never had been before and I lost consciousness. Every second of the day it reminded me where I was, I didn’t get a moment away from it. I knew where I was the second I woke up. I knew it was never coming off as long as I was in here, it was the only power she had over me. I couldn’t do anything with this on. I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t even speak without permission. I used the damn litter box just to get a break from it. I didn’t doubt for a second she wouldn’t follow through on her threat. She had followed through on every promise I could think of. As much of a fight I would have put up, even I knew I’d have to give in at some point and I would have done what she told me to do.

This woman was insane. How can you just go from studying to a library to waking up locked in a shock collar? How did she afford any of this? Why did she want me to be a dog? What else was she going to make me do? Would she ever get bored of doing this to me? A thought occurred to me that made my blood run cold. Considering everything that monster was doing to her while she was interested in me, what would she do to me once she got bored? I could only think of the horrible lives those ponies lived. Would she do that to me? Or did she already have something much worse in mind? Was this my life now? Performing for a monster in the hopes I could avoid getting more shocks? Is that all there was? I… had so much going for me.

I tried to stand up and felt a tingle. That bitch had turned on that stupid pet mode again, I was stuck on all fours for the rest of the night. At least she hadn’t turned on the real shock. I took a deep breath, angry at myself for that thought. Not having the shock was nothing to be grateful for. There was nothing here to be grateful for. I should be back in my apartment right now, or practicing or studying. I didn’t know what time it was. For all I knew it had just been a day. A really long day. Or she had drugged me and I had been here for weeks. Time didn’t mean anything, she had drugged me once with that dart gun. She had also made me stay awake for what felt like days while I had to roll move between laying on my front and back or I’d get a shock. I hadn’t gotten any sleep before she showed back up. Why was she doing this? What did she get out of it?

I reached out for the pillow she had placed in the cage and felt… something soft. After a little exploring I realized with some disappointment it was a dog bed big enough for me to fit in. In the bed was a rather large teddy bear. I wanted to feel angry. But I couldn’t. I was so tired and hurt. I wanted to scorn her gifts, but just touching something so soft made me start to cry again and I dragged myself into the bed and hugged the bear.

The idea that someone would lock you away and think they could give you things like this. She thought she was clever, that she had this entire empathic, kind person going. I really think that she believes it. But it's hard to believe someone cares about you when they give you a kind smile when they shock you. I don’t think she was capable of understanding that though. She had already tipped her hand and shown that crueler, much more sadistic smile when she hurt me.

I heard a door creak open. She was back. Was she going to make me get up already? I felt so tired, it felt like days since I slept. I had already overdone it on the treadmill before she did… that to me.

“Sasha? Are you awake?” I hated her voice. It was so light and cheerful, it didn’t suit who she really was. Nothing about her did. She was a monster walking around in someone’s skin. I wanted to hide from her, but there was nowhere to hide. I was in a cage in the middle of the room, she could circle me like a shark. Everything was designed to give me as little privacy as possible. Since I couldn’t hide I tried to escape in my own way, I pretended to be asleep.

“Sasha, are you ok?” Another round of the fake concern. I hated hearing her say that name. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t want it. But she wouldn’t stop hurting me until I told her it was. Silly me, I must have forgotten. She had taken so much from me. I gave up covering myself when I realized she wasn’t going to give me clothes. I learned tricks to get something other than dog food. I gave up my dignity for the litter box. But she would never take my name away from me. It was the only thing that was mine she couldn’t truly take away.

I heard her footsteps as she approached. It could be so easy to just… grab her. Grab her leg and pull to knock her over. Grab her arm and pull to try and get the phone out of her hand. Grab her shirt and yank her towards the bars to get her to hit her head, making her too dazed to do anything.

But I knew what she would do to me. Or, at least I knew what she had done to me for doing something so much less to her. What would she do to me if I hurt her but couldn’t finish overpowering her. She kept putting herself in danger around me, acting like I was a wild animal she was trying to appease. But I saw through her, she was begging me to do anything to her so she could justify hurting me. It was the pattern I noticed. I could say bad things to her and she wouldn’t do anything to me. At least not right away. She needed to justify why the punishment was needed.

“Sasha, I know you’re awake.” My eyes shot open, I didn’t realize she was right next to me. I felt a sting in my arm then a warmness started to flow through my body.

My heart started to speed up thinking of what she just did to me. But then I felt myself calming down. I’ve never put more effort into keeping my eyes open in my life.

“Why?” It was all I could manage to say, I felt so heavy.

“You had a tough day and you need rest. That’s to make sure you get it. It’s just a sleep aid, you’ll be alright sweetheart. I promise.” Her words were reassuring to me and I hated that. She stuck me with a needle and I felt reassured just because she said it wasn’t poison.

“Q…...ques...tion?” It was so hard to talk now.

I felt a hand start to stroke my hair. “Questions are for good girls Sasha, you weren’t very good at the end of today. You can try again tomorrow.”

I felt more tears start to fall, all of that and I didn’t even earn the privilege to ask a question. Nothing about this was fair. I didn’t deserve this. Why me? That’s all I wanted to know right now.

“Goodnight Sasha. You’re such a good girl at heart. I love you.” Her disgustingly sympathetic tone worming its way into my head as I lost the ability to hold my eyes open any longer.

The last things I felt were the tears rolling down my cheek while the monster petted me as I retreated into the last safe sanctuary I had from her.

Sleep.

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