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redgoldsparks · 6 months

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I wrote a 12 page epilogue to my 2019 comic "Harry Potter and The Problematic Author" because I found, in 2023, that I had more to say. You can also find this comic on my website, and I have PDF copies available on etsy. I may sell print copies at some point in the future.

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Full transcript below the cut.

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Part one: Ruddy Owls!

I was in fourth grade when the first Harry Potter Book was released in the US.

Panel 1: Sometimes our teacher would read it aloud in class. “Mr and Mrs Dursley of number 4 Privat Drive were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much…”

Panel 2: I was 11 years old when Harry Potter finally broke through my dyslexia and turned me into a reader.

Panel 3: Every night in the summer before sixth grade I waited for the owl carrying my Hogwarts Letter. I cried when it didn’t come. “I have to go to Muggle school!”

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Part Two: Hats

I dedicated myself to being a fan.

Panel 1: I began collecting Harry Potter News article.

Panel 2: I asked my relatives to mail me ones from their local papers. I filled a thick binder with clippings.

Panel 3: I wrote my own trivia quiz

Panel 4: and participated in the one held annually at the county fair. “Next contestant!”

Panel 5: I usually got into one of. the top five spots. I won boxes of candy, posters, stationary, and once a baseball cap. (Hat reads: I survived the battle of Hogwarts).

Panel 6: In high school I sewed a black velvet cape and knitted many stripped scarves.

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Part Three: Double Trouble

Watching the last film in 2011 felt like the final note of my childhood.

Panel 1: I remember driving home from the midnight showing thinking about the end of 13 years of waiting; wondering what would define the next chapter of my life.

Panel 2: That same month I heard of something called Pottermore. “Okay, so there’s a sorting quiz… I already know my house! Patronus assignment? Mine’s a barn owl. Duh!"

Panel 3: You can read the books again but with GIFs? Why?

Panel 4: I lived in a place with very slow and limited internet at the time. Pottermore sounded inaccessible, but also boring. I never joined.

Panel 5: "I’ll just read the actual books again, thanks."

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Part Four: Sweets

In 2016, a series of short stories titled "History of Magic in North America” were released on Pottermore to pave the way for the first Fantastic Beasts Film. These stories display an extreme ignorance of American history, culture, and geography, but the worst parts are the casual misuse of indigenous beliefs and stories. Fans and critics immediately spoke up against this appropriation. Some of the most quoted voices included Nambe Pueblo scholar Dr. Debbie Reese who runs the site “American Indians In Children’s Literature”; Navajo writer Brian Young; Johnnie Jae (Otoe-Missouria and Choctaw), founder of A Tribe Called Geek; Dr Adrienne Keene (Cherokee Nation), a Professor at Brown University who runs the blog “Native Appropriations”, and writers N.K. Jemison and Paula Young Lee.

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Rowling is famous for responding to fans directly on twitter, yet she did not respond to anyone calling out the damaging aspects of “Magic in North America.” Her representatives refused to comment for March 9 2016 article in the Guardian. She has never apologized. All of this, plus the casting of Johnny Depp and the specific declarations of support by JKR, Warner Brothers, and director David Yates left a sour taste in my mouth.

For further thoughts on the new films read The Crimes of Grindelwald is a Mess by Alanna Bennett for Buzzfeed News, November 16, 2018.

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Excerpt from Colonialism in Wizarding American: JK Rowling’s History of Magic in North America Through an Indigenous Lens by Allison Mills, MFA, MAS/MLIS (Cree and Settler French Canadian)

Although Rowling is certainly not the first white author to misstep in her treatment of Indigenous cultures, she has an unprecedented level of visibility and fame, […] One of the most glaring problems with Rowling’s story is her treatment of the many Indigenous nations in North America as one monolithic group. […It] flattens out the diversity of languages, belief systems, and cultures that exist in Indigenous communities, allowing stereotyping to persist. […] It continues a long history of colonial texts which ignore that Indigenous peoples still exist. […] In the Wizarding world, as in the real world, Indigenous histories have been over-written and our cultures erased.

from The Looking Glass: New Perspectives in Children’s Literature Volumn 19, Issue 1

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Part 5: Music

Panel 1: Also in 2016 I discovered two podcasts which radically altered my experience of being an HP fan. The first was Witch Please created by two Canadian feminist literary scholars Hannah McGregor and Marcelle Kosman.

Panel 2: “If it’s not in the text it doesn’t count!” “Close reading ONLY!”

Panel 3: They talk about Harry Potter at the level you’d expect in a college class with particular focus on gender, race, class, and the troubling fatphobia, fear of othered and queer coded bodies, violence against women, white feminism, gaslighting and failed pedagogy in the books. They bring up these issues not because they hate the series, but because they LOVE it.

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These passionate, joyful conversations went off like fireworks in my mind. I had never taken a feminist class before. I gained a whole new vocabulary to talk about the books- and the world.

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Panel 1: The second podcast I started that year was Harry Potter and the Sacred Text, created by two graduates of the Harvard Divinity School, Vanessa Zoltan and Casper Ter Kuile.

Panel 2: They read one chapter per episode through a theme such as love, control, curiosity, shame, responsibility, hospitality, destruction, or mystery. Like Witch Please, they are interested only in the information on the page, not thoughts from the author. The delights and failures of the text are examined in the context of the present day, and new meanings constantly arise.

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What does it mean to treat a text as sacred?

Trusting that the more time we give to it, the more blessings it has to give us.

Reading the text repeatedly with concentrated attention. Our effort is part of what makes it sacred. The text is not in and of itself sacred, but is made so by rigorously engaging in the ritual of reading.

Experiencing it in community.

“To me, the goal of treating the text as sacred is that we learn to treat each other as sacred.” -Vanessa Zoltan

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Part 6: Tooth and Claw

In October 2017, Rowling liked a tweet linking to an article arguing that trans women should be kept out of women’s bathrooms because of cisgender women’s fears. In March 2018, she liked a tweet about the problem of misogyny in the UK Labour Party which included the line “Men in dresses get brosocialist solidarity I never had.” The author of the tweet had previously posted many blatantly anti-trans statements.

Rowlings publicist claimed she had liked the posted by accident in a “clumsy and middle-aged moment.” Yet, in September 2018 she liked a link posted by Janice Turner to her column in the Times UK titled “Trans Rapists Are A Danger In Women’s Jails.”

Screencaps of these tweets can be found in the article “The Mysterious Case of JK Rowling and her Transphobic Twitter History”, January 10 2019 by Gwendolyn Smith (a trans journalist), LGBTQNation.com

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Excerpt from: Is JK Rowling Transphobic? A Trans Woman Investigates by Katelyn Burns

Ultimately, the answer is yes, she is transphobic […] I think it’s fair that she receives criticism from trans people, especially given her advocacy on behalf of queer people in general, but also because she has a huge platform. Many people look up to her for creating a singular piece of popular culture that holds deep meaning for fans from different walks of life, and she has a responsibility to handle that platform wisely. (Published on them.us March 28, 2018)

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Part 7: Home

At age 30, I’m still not over Harry Potter.

Panel 1: I’ve recently found a local bar that does HP trivia nights. “Poppy or Pomona?” “Poppy!”

Panel 2: I currently own an annual pass to Universal Studios so I can visit Hogsmeade.

Panel 3: I love talking to kids who are reading the books for the first time. “Who’s your favorite character?” “Ginny!”

Panel 4: And I’m planning a relisten to the audio books to next year to help me get through the election cycle. “Jim Dale, I’m going to need you more than ever…”

Spoiler from 2023: I did not do this. By mid-2020 JKR had posted her transphobic essay; we were in covid; I never visited Universal Studios again.

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But I do want to learn from her mistakes. I never want to repeat “Magic in North America.” As I write, I will do my research. I will consult experts and compensate them. If a reader from a different culture/background than me speaks up about my work, I will listen and apologize. I KNOW I WILL MAKE MISTAKES. But I will own up to them and I will do better.

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Excerpt from Diversity Is Not Enough: Race, Power and Publishing by Daniel José Older

We can love a thing and still critique it. In fact, that’s the only way to really love a thing. Let’s be critical lovers and loving critics and open ourselves to the truth about where we are and where we’ve been. Instead of holding tight to the same old, failed patriarchies, let’s walk a new road, speak new languages. Today, let’s imagine a literature, a literary world, that carries this struggle for equity in its very essence, so that tomorrow it can cease to be necessary, and disappear. (Buzzfeed, April 14, 2017)

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Harry Potter is flawed, & JK Rowling is problematic. But the books helped me learn a lot:

*One of the greatest dangers facing the modern world is the rise of fascism

*The government cannot be trusted

*Read and think critically

*Question the news: who paid the journalist? Who owns the paper?

*Trust and support your friends through good times and bad

*Organize for resistance

*Educate and share resources with peers

*The revolution must be diverse and intersectional

* We are only as strong as we are united

*The weapon we have is love

MK 2019

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PART 8: EPILOGUE

In 2021 I removed a Harry Potter patch I sewed to my book bag over a decade ago. I took 15 pieces of Harry Potter fanart off my walls. I got rid of my paperback book set, 2 board games, and 8 t-shirt. [images: a Hogwarts a patch with loose threads, a pair of scissors and a seam ripper]

Panel 1: Maia holding up a shirt with the Deathly Hallows logo on it. Maia thinks: “Damn, this really used to be my entire personality.”

Panel 2: The t-shirt gets thrown into the Goodwill box.

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I wrote my zine wrestling with JKR’s legacy in 2019, after her dismissive and racist reaction to indigenous fans and critics of “Magic in North America” and after she had liked a couple transphobic tweets. Since then, she has gotten so much worse.

A Brief Timeline (mostly from this Vox article)

June 2020- JKR posts a 3600 word essay making her anti-trans position clear

August 2020- The Robert F Kennedy Human Rights Org issues a statement about her transphobia, JKR doubles down on her position and returns an award they gave her

December 2020- JKR claims 90% of HP fans secretly agree with her anti-trans views

December 2021- JKR mocks Scottish Police for recognizing transgender identities

March 2022- JKR criticizes gender-inclusive language and legislation

December 2022- JKR retweets trans youtuber Jessie Earl’s critical review of Hogwarts Legacy, starting an onslaught of transphobic harassment towards Earl

December 2022- JKR removes her support from an Edinburgh center for survivors of sexual violence with a trans-inclusive policy and funds her own center which explicitly excludes trans sexual assault survivors

January 2023- JKR tweets “Deeply amused by those telling me I’ve lost their admiration due to disrespect I show violent, duplicitous rapists.” It got nearly 300K likes

March 2023- One the podcast “The Witch Trials of JK Rowling”, hosted by a former Westboro Baptist Church Member, JKR compares the trans rights movement to Death Eaters.

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What are The Witch Trials of JK Rowling?

Panel 1: Maia speaking. “It’s a 7 episode documentary style podcast hosted by Megan Phelps-Roper. Nearly every episode contains interviews with JKR as well as critics, journalists, historians, protestors and fans.

Panel 2: Maia speaking. “In episode 1, JKR speaks more candidly than she has previously about being in an abusive marriage. Her ex-husband hit her, stalked her, broke into her house overlapping with the time she was writing the first three HP books.”

Panel 3: Maia speaking. “What she went through genuinely sounds horrific. I have a lot of sympathy for the kind of life-long traumas those experiences leave.”

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HOWEVER.

It is clear from reading the June 2020 essay on her blog and listening to the podcast, that JKR still to this day feels unsafe. Despite her wealth and privilege she moves through the world with the mindset of a victim. And the group of people she finds most threatening are trans women.

Or rather, she is afraid that allowing trans women in women’s spaces invites the possibility of male predators entering those spaces.

Here’s a direct quote: The problem is male violence. All a predator wants is access and to open the doors of changing rooms, rape centers, domestic violence centers [...] to any male who says “I’m a woman and I have a right to be here” will constitute a risk to women and girls. - from The Witch Trials episode 4 as transcribed by therowlinglibrary.com, March 2023

Image: A stem of Belladonna with flowers and berries.

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Let me introduce here the term: TRANSMISOGYNY. The intersection of transphobia and misogyny, this term was coined by Julia Serano in 2007. Scout Tran, on tiktok as Queersneverdie said: “Transmisogyny occurs in people who have been previously hurt by traditional misogyny. Who have been driven to hate men or at the very least to be scared of men. They will sometimes take out that rage on trans women. (March 2023)

JKR claims to care for trans women and understand they are extremely vulnerable to assault and violence. In her 2020 Essay she wrote: “I want trans women to be safe. At the same time, I do not want to make natal girls and women less safe.”

So she cares about trans women… just less than cis women, and she’s willing to throw all trans women under the bus because of her unfounded, prejudice fears.

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Panel 1: Maia speaking. “JKR claims to have seen data that proves trans women have presented physical threats to other women in intimate spaces, but never cites sources. She also uses “producer of the large gametes” as a definition of “woman”.

What about transmen and nonbinary folks?

Panel 2: Maia leaning on a stack of all seven HP books, the first four Cormorant Strike books and The Casual Vacancy, gesturing to a series of quotes with a tired and disgusted expression.

I’m concerned about the huge explosion of young women wishing to transition and also about the increasing numbers who seem to be detransitioning. * [...] If I’d been born 30 years later, I too might have tried to transition. The allure of escaping womanhood would have been huge. -June 10 2020 essay

I don’t believe a 14 year old can truly understand what the loss of their fertility is.

-Witch Trials episode 4

I haven’t yet found a study that hasn’t found that the majority of young people experiencing gender dysphoria grow out of it*. -Witch Trials episode 7

*No sources cited

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It’s hard to over emphasize how fixated JKR has become on these topics. As of the date I’m writing this, 14 out of her 20 most recent tweets (70%) are in some way anti-trans. She tweets against Mermaids (a UK based trans youth charity), against trans athletes, against gender neutral bathrooms, and in support of LBG Alliance- a UK org that denies trans rights while upholding gay rights. Here are some gems from her archive:

“People who menstruate.” I’m sure there used to be a word for those people. Someone help me out. Wumben? Wimpund? Woomud? -June 2020

War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Ignorance is Strength. The Penised Individual Who Raped You Is a Woman. - December 2021

And in response to someone asking “How do you sleep at night knowing you lost a whole audience?”

I read my most recent royalty cheques and find the pain goes away pretty quickly. -October 2022

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Hashtag Ruthless Productions a queer nerd podcast company created a great guide on ethical engagement with HP. Image: the two hosts of Hashtag Ruthless productions, Jessie (They/she) and Lark (he/him).

Stop buying all official HP Products: books, movies, games, toys, etc, Universal Studios tickets, food, merch.* Boycott any new TV series or movies. Instead: buy the books and DVDs used. If you still want to wear HP merch, buy fan-made. Engage only with fan content: fic, podcasts, fanart, wizard rock, etc. Show transphobia is bad for business. None of this will change JKR’s mind. But the Fantastic Beast series was canceled and after record Pottermore sales in 2020, they fell in 2022 by 40%.

*She gets a portion of ALL tickets. In 2019, this was her largest income source. Read the full guide: hashtagruthless.com/resourceguide

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As late as 2019, I was still reading JKR’s murder mystery series. But by the fourth book my experience began to sour.

Panel 1: Maia holding a copy of Lethal White. “The only gay character in this book is a government official who gropes his staff?”

Panel 2: “The only genderqueer character is misgendered and portrayed as a whiny faker?”

Panel 3: “The only Muslim character is disowned by his family over gay rumors?”

Panel 4: “Even the women aren’t portrayed very well…”

Panel 5: “Why is the main female character defined by the rape in her past?”

Panel 6: “Wait, what happens in the rest of this series…?” Maia scrolls on eir phone.

Panel 7: “Is the series heading towards an employee/boss relationship?”

Panel 8: “And has a man wearing women’s clothes to commit assault?”

Panel 9: “Yeah, I’m done. I’m never reading a new JKR book ever again.”

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And as for JKR herself?

As tempting as it might be to tweet your frustrations at her, I don’t recommend it. In 2021, she tweeted, “Hundreds of trans activists have threatened to beat, rape, assassinate and bomb me.” Getting hate online feeds her sense of victimhood and she waves it as proof of her moral high ground. Instead I suggest you block her on twitter, then delete twitter, go to the library and try to find a new book that feels magical.

Stack of books: In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan, The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater, Gifts by Ursula K Le Guin, Deep Wizardry by Diane Duane, A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik and Gideon the Ninth by Tamsin Muir.

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In “Emergent Strategy” adrienne maree brown writes: You do not have the right to traumatize abusive people, to attack them, personally or publicly, or to sabotage anyone else’s health. The behaviors of abuse are also survival-based, learned behaviors rooted in pain. If you can look through the lens of compassion, you will find hurt and trauma there. If you are the abused party, healing that hurt is not your responsibility and exacerbating that pain is not your justified right.

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Seeing anyone over age 12 wearing HP merch now makes me uncomfortable. Are they ignorant or actively a TERF? I hate wondering how much money JKR has probably poured into anti-trans legislation… This zine is a culmination of my slow breakup with a story that once brought me joy. Now it just makes me angry, tired and sad.

Image: Candle in a fancy holder burned down to less than an inch.

Maia Kobabe, 2023

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hummingbird-hunter · 3 months

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>Deleted tiktok bc I kept seeing russian bots trying to infiltrate Ukrainian spaces and try and make people distrust the government

>Open tumblr

>russian bots trying to infiltrate usamerican spaces and try and make people throw away their vote

Except this time it's actually worse because as far as I'm aware the people here telling you to not vote aren't even actual russian bots. They're americans who fell for that propaganda and now are spreading it like their life depends on it.

But hey, Allison from Wyoming, congrats on giving up your right to vote. I'm sure your great grandma who fought for that right would be so proud of you right now. And I'm sure the government that didn't want you to have that right in the first place would be absolutely devastated.

I would ask you if the five rubles were worth it, but you're not even getting paid.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Sharing is caring (George Russell)

A long weekend with the Russells

Note: english is not my first language. I know this is very very very overdue, but hopefully it's still enjoyable!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: pregnancy

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Are you guys doing well back there?", you asked the kids as George drove the four of you up to his parents' house. According to the screen display, you still had a little over an hour until you arrived at George's parents house where you would be staying for the long weekend to enjoy some family time before the season picked up again.

"Does anyone need a bathroom break?", George asked, looking at Olivia and Arthur through the rear view mirror, "I'm fine", Olivia chirped in, "me too, I'm okay", Arthur added.

"You're doing okay, too?", George asked you, hand on your thigh as he drove, "I'm fine. I never want to say it too loud, but I think morning sickness stopped two weeks ago", you added.

"Little one has had enough causing raucous", George whispered, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

"We're nearly there, right, daddy?", Arthur asked as he recognised the streets as the car approached his grandparents' house, "yes, we just turn here and at the end there", George replied as you texted your mother in-law, letting her know to open the big gate so no one had to get out of the car.

"Guys, you're here! Did you have a good trip?", Allison welcomed you into the house, hugging the kids who immediately ran and hugged her legs, "grandma!!", they excitedly said.

"We did, it was fine. There was a little traffic at the end, but we were so close I think it barely bothered us", you said as you greeted Steve, walking inside the house and making sure the kids left their shoes by the door.

"I'm going to take the bags upstairs", George said, kissing your forehead, "I'll be right back", he smiled as you ushered Olivia and Arthur to the bathroom, "Y/N, here, darling, our some slippers on!", Allison offered.

Since Allison and Steve lived on their own again, as every child had now fled the nest, they updated the bedrooms, you and George staying in the guest bedroom with a double bed and the kids occupying the room they had for whenever the grandchildren stayed over.

"Lunch is ready, so when you can come down, we're waiting for you", George's mother called him as he helped you sort out the room for your children, "we'll be down in a little, thanks!".

After eating and helping tidying the kitchen, George took the kids out to the garden, hoping to use up their energy since they spent the whole morning inside a car.

"Is the swing alright, dad?", George questioned, "yes, me and Benjy sorted it out a few weeks ago. It's good as new", he answered, prompting George to take the kids to the renovated swing set.

When he was younger, he didn't spend too much time at home since racing required him to spend a lot of time away, but the times he did spend back home were filled with memories os this swing.

"Is this the old swing you told us about?", Arthur said, unsure of the whole apparatus since he heard stories from when his father and his uncle and aunt were much younger.

"Yes, me and uncle Benjy used to spend a lot of time here with auntie Cara, too! Who wants to go first?", he said as Olivia volunteered.

"It's safe, Arthur, see?", she said as she balanced her body back and forth, making her brother feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing, "I'll share it with you later, okay?".

"Sharing is important", George began, "and the fact that you guys always share is very nice, me and mummy are very proud of you", he said as Arthur picked some flowers from the grass and gave some to Olivia.

"We're siblings, of course we share everything", Arthur said naturally. It was true. For him, even if Olivia picked on his buttons a few times, he wouldn't ever not want to share something with her.

"Would you want to share your things with somebody else?", George tried as the kiss both looked at him like they didn't know what he was on about, "what I means is, would you mind having to share your things with someone else?", he clarified.

The pregnancy news were still between you and George, excluding your doctor. Because the kids could easily spill the news to somebody else and you had been specially careful so the news would stay between the people you wanted to until the doctor considered it was okay.

"I always share with my friends, too. But yesterday I had all the grapes mummy cut up for me because they were really good and I really wanted them", Arthur admitted as Olivia quirked a brow, "I think we could, yes. Even our toys, we share them too", Olivia added.

George seemed satisfied enough with the answers, hoping that when you broke the news they wouldn't have a complete meltdown.

"C'mon, Liv, it's Arthur's turn", George requested gently, the girl hopping off so her brother could have a go.

"What is mummy doing?", your son asked, "she was helping grandma with tonight's dinner when I asked if she wanted to come with us", George offered.

When they arrived back in time to have a quick shower and get ready for family dinner, you and George dressed them in comfortable clothes since it was just close family. Once they started arriving, the kids found their spot on the floor of the living room, playing with toys and colouring books while the adults caught up with eachother.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!", Cara said as she came up to you for a hug, "we've been busy, but we managed to sort some time out to come up here", you smiled, offering her the little pastries you had been working on with your mother in-law, "these are delicious!".

Excusing yourself from the group, you went to check on the kids, sitting on the sofa and getting a few cuddles from your nieces and nephews, "auntie Y/N!", one of them gasped, "you almost fell asleep while I was showing you my drawing", he said as Arthur snickered, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you can show me again, please", you offered, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

"Darling, do you want some wine? We found your favourite in the shops the other day, Steve bought a couple of bottles", your mother in-law smiled as she stretched her arm to receive your glass when you were all in the dining room, "I don't, thank you for thinking of me, though", you smiled, exchanging a look with George that wasn't missed by his sister.

"I saw that!", Cara pointed out, "what was that?!", she questioned her brother, knowing he would break under her stare.

"Y/N has something to tell you", he quickly offered, passing the ball to your court as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

"This is not how it was supposed to go, but there wasn't a proper plan either, so... we are having a baby!", you announced, unfolding your leggings and letting your small baby bump show.

"Oh my goodness, another baby!", Allison cooed as your children looked at George for confirmation, "you're going to have a little brother, guys!", he said as they ran to hug you baby bump.

"I noticed your tummy was bigger, but I just thought you had a big lunch!", Arthur said, delighting everyone as they laughed, George watching everyone congratulate you before also congratulating him, "congratulations, darling", his mother kissed his cheek.

"We've been a little more careful this time around, did all the tests and in the blood test, the doctor told us were having a little boy", you smiled, kissing the top of your kids' heads as they latched onto your sides.

"Well, we can celebrate with the wine still! Some juice for you, Y/N", Steve poured in your cup.

When it came to bedtime, the kids didn't want to sleep in a separate room from you, and since the bed was big enough, you allowed them to sleep with you and George.

"That's what I'm saying, guys. It doesn't mean mummy is sick, but it means she needs our help more, she won't be able to do all things at once and it's our job to make sure she rests, as well", you heard your husband tell the kids while you brushed your teeth in the en suite bathroom.

"Time for sleep, kids", you said, lying down on the mattress, you and George brushing each of their hairs as they switched off, almost like a button, "they used up all their energy today", George began, "Did you know these two were wondering how they could help you, because they were worried that you are tired. You even fell asleep on the sofa..!", George tried his best to mimick his nephew shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs.

"I love them so much", you sighed, "and I love you", you kissed his lips.

Kissing your forehead, George's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on you like a koala and your daughter lying on top of him, drawing random shapes on it, "not as much as I love all of you".

#george russell imagine #george russell fanfic #george russell x reader #george russell fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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s0urw00lf · 1 year

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Stiles Stillinski: The Best friend

Stiles stillinski x fem!reader

Summary:

Stiles and stiles are the best friends.

Also just to be clear I know that the true meaning behind this song is, I just heard that one clip and got an idea.

(Stiles in a backwards cap>>>)

I’m just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exist to continue the story.

The pack had made plans to go bowling, and didn’t think to tell stiles and y/n who were sitting at home trying to solve one of their most recent supernatural problems. Y/n sighed “where the hell is Scott?” She asked impatiently. The pair had been waiting on him for about 45 minutes. Stiles shrugged and asked “should I call him again?”. Y/n shook her head “no, we’re gonna go over to his house and see what the hell is up” she said standing up. Stiles didn’t object following close behind her. when they arrived at Scott’s, stiles rang the door bell. Not 10 seconds later the door opened to show an out of breath Melissa. “Stiles, y/n? What are you doing here why aren’t you with the others?” She asked. The pair looked at each other then back at her in confusion “what do you mean Scott was supposed to meet us an hour ago to talk about the recent “drama”” stiles said. Melissa seemed taken aback “guys, the others are at the movies” she said. y/n looked at stiles shocked while he just stared at Melissa in seemingly stunned. “Okay, thanks” y/n said grabbing stiles and dragging him to the Jeep. Tears stung at y/ns eyes and stiles looked like he had just been betrayed. Y/n grabbed his hand making him look at her. She put a smile on as tears ran down her face “I’m sure it was a mistake” she said the words trying to cheer the boy up but not even believing them herself.

The girl gets the guy while I’m standing off screen

Y/n and stiles watched all of their friends fall in and out of love wondering if they’d ever find that kind of connection, They both found comfort in each other since in the same situation. It was especially bad when they both lost their crushes to people that weren’t them. They sat broken, crying together and eventually healed together.

So, ill wait for my cue to be comedic relief

“I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” stiles said to Scott’s dad who was holding him and y/n hostage at this point. He looked to y/n “you seem to be the more sensible one here, help me out would ya?” Scotts dad asked. Y/n looked at stiles who just shrugged and back at the tall man in front of her “see I would help you but… I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” she said making the man huff in anger, discreetly high giving stiles who had a proud look on his face.

Can’t be too loud

“SHHHHH” echoed across the room while everyone looked at stiles and y/n who were just goofing around during the game.

Can’t be too busy, if I don’t answer now are they still gonna need me?

Y/n had gotten a call from Allison who had asked if she and stiles could help find the new werewolf that they had discovered to which y/n politely declined for te=he first time ever as stiles had asked her on a date. After that it took a week and a half for either of them to be contacted

———

“Hey stiles” y/n spoke up from her place on his chest. She felt his hum vibrate through his body. “Do you think our friends would care if something were to happen to either of us?” She asked. Stiles stiffened as if caught off guard by the question. “Honestly I’m not sure, I think they’d fight to find or save us but not as hard as they would for each other.” He said sounding sad.

Not too long after that conversation void happened, Scott fought his hardest to get stiles back while y/n had sat with boiling anger towards the boy who had only just started caring for his “best friends” again.

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noyzinerd · 2 years

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The new trailer certainly creates a window to make a plausible explanation for why Stiles isn't there.

I can imagine Scott yelling to bring together the WHOLE pack, because "We're gonna need everyone for this!"

Lydia, being the logically more objective one, chimes in that he's the only one who's seen inside of that thing. If they have any chance of defeating the Nogitsune again, they have to call Stiles.

The sheriff is quiet, but his hand is shaking at his side. The idea of that thing being anywhere near his son makes him sick and cold on the inside. Sheriff Stilinski was there for the night terrors, the fall out, he watched his boy lose his grasp on reality, carried him over to his bed after Stiles fell asleep at his desk after trying to stay awake for days. As much as it feels like he's already zipping his son into a bodybag, he knows they're right. They're right and he's outnumbered here.

Derek watches as the sheriff pulls out his private civilian phone with loose, trembling fingers. Right as he hesitantly starts to dial the number, Derek reaches out and snatches the phone.

"You can't call him."

Surprised, Sheriff Stilinski turns to him and asks "Why not?"

Looking the man dead in the eye, Derek simply says, "Because your phone is broken," and snaps the phone in half.

The whole room is shocked silent.

A moment passes before a teary, absolutely grateful smile spreads across the sheriff's face. "Yeah. I guess it is." And just like that, he leaves, because, well, it can't be helped.

An hour later, and the pack are watching back and forth, like a tennis match, as Scott and Derek continue to argue.

"You're being selfish!"

"I don't care. This town has taken enough from him already. I'm not going to watch as that thing taps him dry." While everyone had been busy grieving Allison, Derek had watched as Stiles forced himself to 'suck it up' and get better, jamming misaligned pieces together and duct taping over the jagged edges, because the pack needed him. He'd been running on empty for so long, looking out for the pack, there was never any room for him to absorb his own trauma before being thrown into some new bullshit. It's time someone finally looked out for Stiles.

As Lydia goes to pull out her own phone, a sweet, still mostly confused, but endearingly well-meaning, Eli immediately swipes Lydia's phone from her hands and smashes it on the ground before looking over at his father for approval, his head cocked to the side with an expression that reads 'Yes? Eli do good?'

Eli's face lights up at Derek's proud smile. If the kid had had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Derek turns back to Scott, undeterred. "Besides, don't you remember how powerful the Nogitsune was when it had Stiles? How do you know that isn't its plan? To lure Stiles to Beacon Hills. You'd be giving it what it wants by bringing him back here."

Scott grits his teeth and clenches his fists, but he concedes.

"Fine." Scott says, "But we should at least tell him about this."

"No! You know how he is. He'll want to get involved. That self-sacrificing asshole will find some way to get himself killed. And facing Allison again after-...You can't. We don't know why she's here or if she's another Nogitsune trick. I'm not putting him in a situation where he might have to kill her."

Stiles could be mad at him later. Derek would gladly take the brunt of that blame. At least there would be a Stiles alive to yell at him, so it didn't matter. As long as he had something to say about it, Derek was never letting Stiles step foot back in this hellhole.

#Sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #2022 teen wolf movie #Best boy Eli #eli hale #Proud papa Derek

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alliekitaguchi · 8 months

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i should've known the calamity crew would put on a helluva show, but holy shit candela obscura ch 2 was SO MUCH FUN

brennan is a menace. i'm obsessed with him. he's like ashley's character on crack. in fact, i need ashley to guest star as auggie so i can see sean and auggie together. just two new york newsie boys who kick ass and take names.

luis. my sweet, sweet boy. i would do anything for you. c'mere and lemme give you a hug, big man.

zehra was unfamiliar to me before this but she is 1) stunningly beautiful and 2) has the most haunting, enchanting voice i've ever heard. i feel like a sailor being drawn into tumultuous waters by a siren. i love her.

marisha, a wonderous kooky queen as always. bea, i love you, you crazy old lady.

travis i'm so proud of you for sticking through the spooky stuff after the opening scene was literally a floating head who attacked and killed a man. i also love that he's fjord, if fjord was a librarian. respect.

spenser. my man. oh boy. you are fantastic.

also one of the main characters of the mystery is named allison, so jot that down <3

#candela obscura #critical role #travis willingham #willingham #marisha ray #marisha #brennan lee mulligan #i was gonna abbreviate that to blm but well that doesn't quite work does it

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hedwig221b · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!

Hiiiii! Based on what you usually reblog I think you'd like this piece of a wip

“I’m just feeling on edge today,” Stiles confessed.

That was one way to put it.

“Let’s figure it out then,” Derek insisted, and Stiles couldn’t help but look up at him. “You have to embrace it. You know it’s the only way for you.”

Fuck, Stiles loved this man so fucking much. His throat was closing up at the sheer determination in Derek’s voice. He was probably the only one who didn’t want “the old Stiles” back. Derek didn’t want to change him. From day one he encouraged Stiles to be at peace with what he was, to explore the new abilities in order to understand and control himself better.

Maybe, that was because he was a born werewolf, who was always told by the humans that there was an “other”, wolfy part of him that he had to tame in order to be “normal”.

But Derek was already normal. He just wasn’t human (fully or half) and that irked people because he looked like one.

Derek was the only one who could understand. Well, he and hunters, but the latter weren’t so nice about it.

“Do you need to vent?” Derek asked. “Scream? Punch someone?”

“I want blood.”

Derek’s mouth closed with a click.

Stiles forced himself to keep looking at Derek because his mate needed to know. If Stiles could demand Derek to be truthful with him, he had to do the same. No matter how horrifying the truth was.

Derek cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times in rapid succession.

“In what way?” His voice betrayed nothing.

Stiles’ heart was beating in his throat, despite him sitting still on the couch. He looked to the side, biting the skin off his upper lip. He was clutching at Derek’s hands in a pitiful attempt to make him stay.

“I don’t want to have, like, a Bloody Mary or anything, but… I have this urge, and it’s been killing me, like a constant headache. I want to—” Stiles stopped to swallow the spit that immediately gathered in his mouth. “Want to tear into something. With my teeth, my hands. To feel their last breath and keep breathing myself.”

Now he was afraid to look at Derek. It was too much. Derek was going to look at him in disgust and fear, lean away and run far to where Stiles would never find him.

“Please,” he begged in a choked voice. “Please, don’t— Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to be afraid of m— Oh, my god, why the fuck are you smiling?"

And it was a full smile, with his usual set of bunny teeth and fangs, breathtaking, wide and feral.

And then Derek said the thing Stiles never thought to hear from him in the light of recent events.

“I’m so glad to have you as my mate.”

“Fucking huh?”

Derek chuckled, rolled his eyes, then smacked a hard passionate kiss on Stiles’ lips and jumped up with athletic ease.

“I’m taking you on a hunt, come on.” The man grabbed his hands and lifted him off the couch, tugging his stunned mate after himself.

“Hunt?”

“Yeah,” another giddy smile, so beautiful Stiles stumbled a bit into his shoulder. “I wanted to take you with me for so long, but since you don’t like running in the forest…”

“When I run in the forest it’s usually because I’m running away from someone, that’s why I despise it,” Stiles said to him absently, still reeling from Derek’s reaction. “You’re… you’re not disturbed? Not even for a little bit? Not feeling any urge to call 911?”

Derek snorted and shook his head.

They finally stopped at the edge of the forest; Derek turned around, gave Stiles the softest excited glance, then cupped his face quickly and kissed him again. Seemed like he just couldn’t keep it inside himself.

“You’re a predator now, Stiles,” the wolf breathed out with an almost proud smile, “like me.”

Stiles soaked up the sunny expression on his mate’s face, and the realization hit him hard and with no warnings. When was the last time Derek was able to experience the thrill of the hunt with someone? He was a fucking wolf, for fuck’s sake. Scott absolutely refused to do it, Allison and Lydia weren’t even worth asking and Isaac was still too weirded out by his own urges.

The last time Derek hunted with someone, just for the fun of it, was probably back when his family was alive.

But now… Now he could share this with Stiles.

“Like you,” said Stiles and smiled back.

#YEEEEHAAAW #Stiles is going to be wild in this #stiles stilinski #sterek #sterek fic #my fics #stiles x derek #derek hale #eternal sterek #hedwig221b replies #ask game

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heartbreakgrill · 7 months

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stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 4, “you say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we’re not trying.”

a/n: thank you for all of the love! this takes place at the beginning of season 3, but there's some weird things i chose to do. they're in lacrosse season and cross country at the same time to stay relevant to both mine and the show's plot. also, the season only takes place over like three months, so it's gonna seem fast, though that's how it canonically goes. much love, friends!

trigger warning: this is the motel California episode, so a brief mention of unaliving.

tagging: @ariianelle (dm me if you’d like to be tagged! i lose a lot of comments in my notifs <3)

“can we please play some real music?”

y/n glanced up from her phone, open on the texts between her and danny, to see megan reaching through the front seats, towards the radio. y/n snickered slightly as the drake song switched to a pop station.

leo huffed from the driver’s seat, “baby, we’ve talked about this! driver picks the music!”

“baby,” megan mocked with a silly expression, “i don’t care. i’m not listening to just drake songs for another 5 hours.”

y/n hummed in agreement, “girls rule, boys drool.”

jack scoffed from the passenger seat, “you’re never gonna win that fight, leo.”

megan looked towards her with proud defiance, and offered up her palm for a high five. y/n gave her one, before looking back down to her phone. danny had sent another message.

danny: idk this lower classman looks like he’s about to get hella sick and stiles keep bugging him

y/n: so do you think the bus is gonna stop??? i have to pee soooo badly

danny: lemme ask coach

danny: oh stiles is already asking coach hang on

danny: coach says no

danny: it’s ok if u guys aren’t directly behind us

y/n: no it’s not just that i just don’t wanna be a bother to anybody by having to stop the car. plus leo’s already gonna be in trouble for missing the bus lol

danny: ugh whatever

danny: o fuck lower class man just fucking project uke vomited

danny: see u in a sec lover 😝❤️

–

the big yellow bus donned with the beacon hills school name across the side of it pulled bumpily into a motel parking lot. the inhabitants cringed from both the poor driving and the lingering smell of puke. unlike the rest of them, stiles sat proudly, with an all-too pleased smile on his expression.

y/n bounced in her seat slightly as leo pulled the car into a parking spot. she peered around in an attempt to find a bathroom area. she would’ve used the bathroom back at the rest stop, but leo thought it would be smart to get ahead of the bus.

now, it looked like they’d all be trapped in some motel that looked straight out of that psycho movie.

megan tapped her shoulder and pointed towards the front office. “let’s go ask the lady in there.”

leo had missed the bus for the cross country meet this morning, and since y/n, jack, and megan were already planning on coming out to support him, they carpooled together. they didn’t always make it out to meets, especially not ones hours from home, but they each had free weekends, and thought it would be fun to tag along.

y/n and megan went off to the bathroom, while leo and jack joined the hoard of students. danny, having just collected the key to his room, spotted two of his friends. they waved him over, and danny happily jogged their way.

stiles glanced over at danny as he went. he recognized jack and leo and peered around for megan, maybe even y/n. she hadnt responded to his text, the one he sent on tuesday, the day after their encounter in the jeep. he apologized for rushing out of there so quickly. but she hadn’t even read it.

scott said something, drawing stiles attention away. they went off to find their room, lydia and allison, isaac and boyd, closely behind them. just as they found the external stairs, y/n and megan came trotting out of the front office.

danny saw his best friend over jack’s shoulder and lit up. “oh, my love!”

y/n grinned and jumped up on the toes of her shoes. “hello, handsome!” she hugged him.

“listen,” leo cut into their moment, pointing over to coach finstock. “i’m gonna go see if coach will get us a room, since i’m supposed to be on that bus anyways.”

megan latched onto his hand, “i’ll come with!”

danny, y/n, and jack waved after them. y/n sighed, and glanced around the crowd of students, who were breaking off into groups. danny followed her gaze and snorted with a smirk.

“what?” she glanced up at him.

“he just went to find his room,” danny pointed towards the stairs behind them. “wanna go say hi?”

y/n waved him off, quickly, antsy on her feet, “no, no. that’s not what we agreed on, remember? i am staying away.”

danny nodded his head, slow, as if he didn’t really believe her. “we’ll see how long that lasts.”

y/n scoffed and punched his shoulder. “i mean it, you ass. mindless sex is the last thing i need right now.”

jack looked up from his phone, “who’s having mindless sex?”

y/n waved him off, “literally nobody.”

“i think you should,” jack shrugged, looking back down at his phone.

she crossed her arms and popped a hip, “excuse me?”

jack glanced back up, “i’m just saying. you spent how long moping over sam. best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.”

at the mention of sam, y/n usually felt her chest constrict slightly. it happened this time, too, like the trigger of his name blew out all her defenses. but, she recovered quickly.

that had been happening a lot more lately- recovery. he didn’t have as much a hold on her anymore.

danny snickered at jack’s words, “oh, you have no idea-“

y/n shoved danny harshly. “would you two shut the fuck up? my sex life is not public business.”

“of lack, thereof,” jack mumbled to himself.

y/n went to clap back, when megan and leo showed back up with a singular room key. leo held it up between his fingers, and wiggled it, “could only get one, but- room 216.”

“thank god,” jack took the key from leo, “i could use a shower.”

he led the way to the stairs, and megan and leo followed closely behind. y/n started after them, but faltered her steps once she realized. megan would want to sleep with leo, leaving the only other open bed in jack’s name. he’d say it’s not big deal, that they could sleep in the same bed no problem. but, even though they’d been in the same friend group for a few years now, she didn’t trust him all that much.

she turned back to danny, “please, please, please let me stay in your room with you-?”

danny looked down at her, shoulders dropping as he noticed her eyes turn up in a sappy, puppy-dog manner. he rolled his eyes, “of course you can, you don’t have to make that pathetic face. i’m rooming with ethan, but he doesn’t care. let’s go.”

danny called over the new kid and explained the rooming situation to him. he was completely okay with it, and introduced himself to y/n formally. she’d seen him around and heard about him, but this was the first she’d spoken to him. he was friendly enough.

y/n followed danny and ethan up the stairs. they ran into megan, jack, and leo and passed on the rooming news to them. then, just as they began moving along, the door beside them popped open. scott and stiles piled out.

y/n, frivolous and non-confrontational, did a two-step around ethan, slotting herself beside danny and the railing. stiles didn’t pay enough attention to anything, but he smelled her shampoo linger through the air. stiles looked over just quick enough to watch her disappear into the room beside his and scott’s.

this was going to be a long night.

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luckily, danny had an extra pair of boxers for y/n to wear as makeshift pajama bottoms. the two boys, sweaty and tired from the bus ride in, took turns showering, while y/n scrolled mindlessly through the television. afterwards, ethan and danny made themselves comfy on the other bed. they were in a similar situation as y/n and stiles- sleeping together, with the agreement that feelings wouldn’t get involved. tale as old as time.

“man, i wish we had snacks. i’m starving,” danny pointed out as he pulled the covers over his legs. ethan sat a few feet from his left shoulder, as if they were trying to keep distance between them.

but, y/n wasn’t stupid- she recognized the tension between them. she knew it all too well. she knew danny wanted to hold ethan’s hand, knew ethan’s darting eyes lingered on danny’s lips- more than once. while ethan started their movie, she came up with the idea to give them a few moments alone. she’d read enough romance books to know the trope- one of them would break eventually.

“i saw a vending machine,” y/n recalled, sitting up in the bed, “i’ll go grab some stuff.”

she collected her purse from the floor and the room key from danny’s bedside table, before her friend could protest. she passed danny a knowing look as she slipped out the door. she wriggled her eyebrows in delight. danny rolled his eyes, though he was blushing, and the tiniest smile cracked his lips.

y/n’s tennis shoes creaked against the floor of the balcony. the motel was obviously old, with rusted corners. it had the faint smells of dust bunnies and moth balls whipping through the air. the sun had set since the start of their movie, and it made the already creepy setting a little more chilling. it was comforting that she saw a few of her classmates, moving between rooms, hanging out on the balcony. but, even though there were plenty of people, the motel had a way of making her feel felt deserted, distant from the rest of the world.

she turned the corner and finally saw the vending machine, tucked into the corner with the ice. she spent a few minutes picking out a few different things, and even managed to stretch out the time by popping open a bag of m&m’s. she checked her phone and saw that ten minutes had finally passed. y/n felt she could return now. if they hadn’t confessed their love for each other, hopefully they’d at least kissed or something.

y/n slid the key into the door handle, hitting it loudly against the metal in order to make danny and ethan aware of her return. she slowly, surely, opened the door. much to her surprise- and delight- she was met with the sight of way too much bare ass skin.

y/n slammed the door closed, eyes squeezed shut, a little scarred from whoever’s ass she had just seen. shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door, and she assumed danny and ethan were sorting themselves out. but, she felt bad, cockblocking them, so she called out, “hey, don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna go ask lydia if she has makeup wipes. you two…have loads of fun!”

y/n huffed out a breath. her hand fell off the door knob, and she looked around. lydia was just two doors down. she remembered seeing the redhead with allison, when they went inside their room earlier. but, she couldn’t remember if it was the door right next to theirs, or the one after it.

she wasn’t really sure.

all she did know was that stiles and scott were behind one of those two doors. and with her luck…

y/n opted for just sitting on one of the chairs in front of danny’s room. she pulled up a book on her phone. danny would text her, or even come and find her, once he was done doing whatever it is he was doing.

it was taking all her willpower to ignore stiles. the fact that she even missed him as much as she did was a red flag on the entire situation. she tried to convince herself that she didn’t miss him, but his lips, his words, his ability to draw out of her a feeling she’d never really known.

but thinking like that made it worse.

y/n occupied her mind with a few pages in her book. but, as she turned another chapter, she heard a a couple pairs of feet scuttle up the stairs. two voices she recognized were speaking in hushed whispers, anxiety setting their tones. y/n looked up from her phone, flushing a little when she saw stiles’ face in the dim light of the motel balcony. they were coming her way.

she tucked her chin into her chest, eyes glued to her phone, hoping they wouldn’t be paying enough attention to notice her. her chest was tight. she felt tingly.

that luck of hers…

“y/n? hey, hey, what’re you doing here?” stiles pushed past scott, squatting to his knees before her. his hand came to rest on her knee, his touch soft and warm.

y/n didn’t realize how cold she was, in just her tank top that she wore and the boxer’s she borrowed from danny. she shivered, brows drawing together in concern. “what?”

stiles sounded worried, a little scared, like there was something really wrong. his eyes fluttered around her, over his shoulder towards scott. the latter boy’s hair was wet, and y/n glanced out to the parking lot to see if it was raining. the wind whipped towards them, and the smell of gasoline prickled her nose. she looked back at scott, tilting her head. was he covered in gasoline?

stiles squeezed her knee, “what room are you in? you need to get inside, here, cmon.” he grabbed onto her hand, entwined his fingers with hers like it was habitual. pulled her to her feet.

“what’re you talking about?” y/n furrowed her brows, squeezing onto his hand.

scott spoke this time, “it’s, uh- we saw an animal or something weird in the parking lot. like, a mountain lion or-“ he exchanged a confused look with stiles, like neither were sure of his testimony, “or something.”

y/n shivered, again, fear from all of the animal attacks that plagued beacon hills settling on her skin in the form of goosebumps. stiles noticed and he quickly shrugged his coat off. he slid it around her easily, “what room are you in?”

“d-danny’s,” she stepped closer to him, grabbed his hand again. she pointed to the room in front of them. “we need to tell coach. what if it-“

“danny and ethan’s?” stiles clarified as he cut her off. she nodded, words falling from her lips.

scott and stiles shared a look, and the latter boy shook his head. “why don’t you come hang out with us for a bit? we can watch a movie or something?” scott offered.

y/n shrugged, “i guess. i’ll text danny and let him know. hey, we should really-“

“it’s okay,” stiles led her into their room, and scott followed.

she slipped out of her shoes and sat, warily, on the edge of one of their beds. stiles peeked out through the blinds, on guard from whatever was out there. y/n felt there was more to the situation than either of them was going to let on. being in such close corners with scott now- the gasoline was so thick in the air. but, the mountain lion story alone was enough to freak her out.

and, she didn’t know if she needed or even wanted to know anything more. weird things always seemed to happen in this town. she didn’t need a reason to have a panic attack.

scott got a text. he quickly pulled out his phone. the abrupt end of the silence lingering in the room made y/n jump slightly.

stiles reared his head towards his friend, “what? what is it?”

scott’s eyes glanced over to y/n, who was staring blankly at the floor. her knee bounced up and down, and she hugged her arms around herself. “um,” scott was coming up with an excuse, “i’m just gonna go check on allison and lydia.”

he opened the door to leave, and y/n shot up from the bed. “be careful! you really should go tell coach, too.”

scott nodded, “yeah, sure.” he slipped out of the room.

stiles turned to y/n, fidgeting with his hands. he stepped towards her, concern laced in his tired eyes, “hey, you okay?”

y/n always noticed how tired he always was. but, tonight, it seemed he was more so.

she stepped a little closer to him, examining his gaze intently, “i’m fine. just a little- a little freaked out. the animal attacks in this town are no joke.”

“yeah, tell me about it,” stiles mumbled. he was shaken up from the events taking place this evening- his friends possessed by some deadly energy, scott’s near suicide. but, he forced on a strong front. y/n needed his comfort and security, no matter how many texts from him she hadn’t answered.

y/n watched his stare fall to the floor, and he faded out a little. she touched his forearm, grounding him back to earth. he met her eye. she frowned, “are you okay?”

“yeah, yeah,” he waved her off, “just…tired, ya know. long day.”

“why don’t you lay down?” y/n offered. she tightened her grip on his arm, moving it up to his elbow.

his breath hitched. he missed her touch like water. , now it was flooding him.

he nodded and stepped towards the bed. “will you- lay with me?” he thought over his own words, and quickly tried to make it seem less romantic, “in, like, a not weird way? i don’t know- nevermind.”

“yeah, stiles,” y/n brushed his words off, “i can lay with you. in a not weird way. friends can…friends can cuddle.”

he ignored the way that word stabbed his chest, and led them to the bed. stiles slid off his shoes, pushed back the covers, and fell into the bed. he lay on his back and held open his arm for her. she slotted herself into his side.

it was warm. comfortable.

both of them fell asleep within minutes.

–

a week passed, and neither of them mentioned that night.

they didn’t talk about it when they had sex in the stiles’ jeep, after the meet. they didn’t talk about it the next day at her house, when they had sex, again. or, any of the three other times they had sex.

they didn’t talk about the fact that neither of them had slept that well in months. they didn’t talk about the fact that y/n clutched onto stiles’ like he’d leave with one wrong breath.

and they especially didn’t talk about the fact that stiles kissed y/n’s forehead before he drifted off.

and told her, “thank you.”

–

y/n didn’t want to tell danny. so, she didn’t.

but, he knew her better than anybody, so he caught onto the fact that she had, at the very least, been sleeping with stiles ago.

according to danny, she had a, “glow about her.”

y/n shoved his shoulder, hitting her palm off of his uniform pads. she hissed at the pain and held her wrist limply in her other hand.

“that’s what you get for being a whore,” danny joked, poking her side.

she winced at the touch. “ouch! you’re a dick.”

“you’re gonna turn into one!” danny turned back to his locker, rummaging around for the rest of his gear.

y/n crossed her arms over her chest. she was wearing danny’s jersey again for the game. “and what about it?”

“nothing! there’s literally nothing wrong with it,” danny shrugged. he pulled his glove from the top of his locker and turned around, pointing it at her. “i just know you.”

y/n knew what that meant. she knew why danny was concerned. she knew herself, too. she knew how these things ended.

but she was choosing not to care.

“whatever,” she pushed the glove away from her face, “just- good luck on your game, asshole.”

she gave danny a tight hug before heading towards the exit. there were a few other players still in there, getting dressed, chatting about the plays for the game.

she spotted stiles at his locker. he met her eye and grinned. a blush adorned her cheeks. she waved.

y/n was about to open the door when stiles came bounding up behind her. he held it open for her, leaning over to do so, and his face ended up right beside hers.

“hey,” he sounded breathless.

y/n smiled, “how are you?”

they hadn’t seen each other since wednesday. y/n had a few projects for school, and work, so her schedule was jam packed. stiles missed her like crazy, but of course, he couldn’t really say that.

“good,” he nodded.

they moved out into the hallway as they spoke. the door fell shut behind them.

“listen,” stiles went to say, as y/n said, “sorry.”

“go ahead,” they spoke over each other.

“sorry,” y/n laughed. she brushed hair back from her face.

stiles’ drew his eyes over her skin, which was painted with white and red dots around her eyes. “your makeup looks pretty,” he found himself saying.

y/n touched her cheek, insecurely, “oh, thank you.”

stiles, caught up in the moment, gently pulled her hand from her face. he dropped it to her side and then moved his touch to her chin. he drew her eyes to his, arching her face upwards. y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

“what do i get if i win?” stiles found himself saying, a devilish grin on his face.

y/n was astounded by how good stiles had gotten at all this- the foreplay, the teasing, the things he’d say to her. he was an insecure, neurotic, freak most of the time. but, beneath the sheets, he’d learned control, confidence, power. it inspired security within her, positive self consciousness in her body, her movement.

and, though this made her face beat red, she smiled slightly. y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, entangling her fingers in his hair, and she pressed her lips into his. stiles nearly melted at her touch, curving his body into hers. y/n felt his dick harden against her thigh. she held back a grin.

and she pulled away.

“you’ve gotta win first,” she shrugged, pretending she was innocent to everything.

she began walking away, proud. stiles groaned in response and watched her hips, intently.

“you are such a tease!” she shrugged again, not even glancing back. not until he called out, “hey!”

she looked back at him, “what?”

“you look cute in that jersey, by the way.”

he winked at her before disappearing inside the locker room.

y/n faltered slightly. the moment sunk into her skin.

oh, no.

#derek x stiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x lydia #stiles x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf x reader

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otdiaftg · 4 months

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The King's Men - Chapter Three

Day: Thursday, January 4th Time: 7:20 PM EST

"What did I say yesterday?" Neil asked her. "Why did you react like that?" It didn't take her long to remember. "About the knives, you mean." When Neil nodded, she turned her hands over and considered her palms. "You remember I told you I used to be in a gang? There was a man there who went out of his way to hurt me. He liked knives and kept a half-dozen on him at all times. I couldn't defend myself by normal means, so I learned to fight with knives, too. I practiced for a year before I finally bested him. "'Bested'." Renee contemplated the word choice for a few moments before saying, "He didn't survive the fight. Boss helped stage the body so we could pin it on a rival gang and I was promoted. I kept the knives through my trial and my adoption. I wanted to remember what darkness I'm capable of—and what darkness I'm capable of surviving." "You did what you had to do," Neil said. "If he lived he would have come back for you." "I know," Renee said, soft. "There were other girls before I caught his eye; there would be girls after I left. But I didn't do it for the greater good. I did it because he wronged me personally and I didn't want to be afraid of him anymore. I regret what it did to me more than I regret the necessity of his death. I felt no horror when I watched him die. I was proud of what I'd done to him. "I told Andrew what I did," Renee said. "The next day while I was at class he broke into my room and took my knives. When I asked for them back, he said I was lying to myself. If I wanted to remember, I wouldn't hide the knives in my closet like a shameful secret I couldn't revisit or let go of. They weren't doing me any good, so he said he would carry them until I needed them again. "I let him have them because I trusted him not to use them," Renee said. "I thought he understood what they were supposed to be: not weapons anymore but a symbol of what we've overcome. I didn't ask him for his reasons. I knew he would tell me if he wanted me to know." The obvious answer was Drake, but it didn't add up quite right. Neil turned it over in his head, working his way through it, and thought about the scars on Andrew's forearms. Who had Andrew survived: Drake or himself? Neil wasn't going to share that idea with Renee, so he said, "So those knives he brings everywhere are yours?" "Were mine," Renee said. "He was right; I don't need them anymore. If you need them, he will give them to you, and I will teach you how to use them." She wasn't smiling anymore. Neil studied her calm expression and knew she meant it. She'd put her faith in mankind and her Christian piety on hold and show him how to cut a man open throat to groin if he asked her to. Neil was starting to understand why Andrew liked her. She was crazy enough to be interesting. "Thank you," Neil said, "but no. I don't want to be like—him." He didn't say he'd used knives before; one couldn't grow up a Wesninski without having a blade pushed into his hand. Nathan didn't have the time or patience to teach his son but he'd put two of his people to the task. Luckily Neil left home before he progressed past cutting up hunks of dead animals. "Of course," Renee agreed. She waited a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming, then got to her feet. "I shouldn't keep Allison waiting, but if you want to talk more later you know where to find me." "Okay," Neil said.

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torn - jamie drysdale x reader

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In which Jamie doesn’t have to navigate an injury alone.

Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: medical inaccuracies, mentions of injury/surgery, please pretend the game where Jamie got injured was a home game !

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You swirled around your drink, staring at the television behind your friends’ head. Your best friend and roommate sat around you planning which house would be the first stop on the Halloween weekend party circuit.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Your friend Meredith pulled you out of your trance.

“Uh, no, what did you say?” You asked, meeting her eyes just as she rolled them and looked back in the mirror to keep getting ready.

“I said we have to leave in forty-five minutes or else we won’t get to Sigma Chi in time,” she said. “Allison and Chelsea are already in their costumes, too, so you’ve got to get ready!”

You made a move to stand up and pull your costume on, but didn’t totally shift your focus from the game. The Anaheim Ducks were playing the Vegas Golden Knights and were down by one goal. You searched the screen for number 6, and hoped that things would end up good for your team.

It had been a long week of receiving midterm grades back and trying to adjust your focus to the second half of the semester. Your research lab gave you more hours, which was great for experience, but had significantly limited the amount of time you had to do other things. The last place you wanted to go was to a frat party on Halloween weekend.

“Is this party even supposed to be good? The last one these guys threw was trash, Mere.”

Meredith turned from her desk to give you a death stare. “You’re going to put on your Britney Spears “Oops!….I Did it Again” outfit, and you’re going to turn off the Ducks’ game, and we’re going to have fun, okay?”

“I feel like you’re going to have more fun than I will,” you sighed.

“Well, duh! You’re only half a drink in and I’m trying to get psyched for our matching Britney costumes!”

Meredith was dressed like Britney in the "…Baby One More Time" video and you were her counterpart in a tight red one piece. You both loved Britney, so the costume was a no brainer. She downed the rest of her drink and made a move to pour you a shot to take with her.

"We haven’t hung out in forever and this is going to be fun, I promise, Y/N.”

“I know, I’m just a little exhausted from this week,” you said. You rubbed your eyes and tried to get a little energy.

“You want me to make you a vodka Red Bull? That got you excited last time Trevor and Jamie came down."

“I think the last thing I need is that, Mere,” you chuckled.

“Okay well finish your High Noon and loosen up! You know Jamie wouldn’t want you sitting here having no fun!”

You guessed she was right. Jamie Drysdale, your boyfriend of a year, was over an hour away, doing exactly what he loved. You never expected that you would find someone and date them throughout college, especially not someone who didn’t even attend your college, but here you were. Jamie had swept you off your feet and you hadn’t looked back since. The two of you met during your summer internship as the social media manager for the team. After lots of nudging from Jamie's teammate, Trevor Zegras, you had hung out with Jamie alone and next thing you knew, you were dating a professional hockey player.

You were always so proud of him for doing his best out on the ice. Your friends thought your relationship was so cute and hoped for the best for both of you.

Jamie had gotten you to leave campus and come to a few Ducks games with your friends, but when they were during a busy week, you typically turned him down. Now, you hadn't seen him face to face in almost two weeks. You watched his games as much as you could, even when it interfered with coveted Halloween plans.

"Okay c'mon, no more hockey," she chided, pushing a shot into your hands. "Let's cheers to the fact that the basketball team is supposed to be there and I’m not missing my chance with one of those cuties!”

You groaned while Meredith clinked your shots together and threw hers back. You were about to drink yours to really get your night started when the sight on the television made your breath hitch.

A slow motion replay had just ended on the screen and you could see Jamie stepping off the ice with a trainer holding his jersey. You must have missed the actual moment.

"Mere, where's the remote?" You frantically looked around the room until you spotted the white rectangle.

"No, we're not watching this again, Y/N!"

You rushed to rewind to see what had happened and why Jamie had left, looking so unsteady. Meredith came to stand next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. Once you felt like you had gone back far enough, you pressed play.

"...Jamie Drysdale shaken up here, kinda favoring that left arm," the commentator trailed off and you were left with the slow motion replay.

Jamie had been shoved up against the glass by a member of the opposing team and crumpled to the ground. The commentators spoke about how the hit wasn't anything that deserved a penalty but their words started to fade into the background. Your eyes were glued to the screen.

"And that's not good," the commentator sighed.

"Holy shit."

You felt the remote slowly start to fall from your hand as your body trembled with the weight of what you just watched sinking in. Jamie was hurt. You'd never seen him hurt. The remote clattered to the floor.

"Y/N," Meredith started.

Your body started to move before your mind did as you grabbed your phone and opened it up to Twitter to see what people were saying.

"Hey, no, no. You are not wasting your time on social media, Y/N," Meredith said, taking your phone and setting it down. "Look, I don't know for sure what happened, none of us do. But it's up to you what you want to do next."

Meredith seemed to have sobered up and you instantly shook off the few sips of a drink you had. In your haste and confusion, you forgot that Meredith was probably the best person to have in your corner. She was studying physiology and sports medicine and had worked with a minor league baseball team.

"Is it bad?" Your whisper was barely audible.

"Shoulders are tough, it could be a tear or a separation," she sighed. "The way his shoulder was in a dead hang, it's probably a tear or a separation."

"Does he need surgery? A tear doesn't sound like it needs surgery."

"It depends," Meredith shrugged. "If it's bad enough, athletes are almost always recommended for surgery to speed up the healing process. It's hard to know from only seeing it that quickly."

You nodded.

"Well, I don't know which hospital he's at, I can probably call someone to give me the number of the trainer," you sighed. "I, uh, I feel like I should try to see him.”

She pulled you into a hug and gave you a light squeeze.

"I think you should, too. He's going to be so glad you're there."

The next few minutes were filled with you packing a bag with all of your necessities and a few pairs of clothing. Your school had given you Monday off, so you quickly planned to be in Anaheim for a few days.

Meredith made no attempt to leave you, even when you knew she was supposed to be ready to leave. Thirty minutes later, you had everything you needed packed and were in contact with one of your old coworkers who knew the trainer for the Ducks and gave you his number.

"Love you so much, Y/N," Meredith said while hugging you. "Give Jamie lots of TLC and text me when you get there, okay?"

You wiped your eyes before promising her you would. She shooed you out the door and you climbed into your car to begin the drive to Anaheim.

You played light music during the ride to calm your nerves. Heart pounding in your chest, you dialed the number for team trainer.

A long phone call later, you learned which hospital Jamie had been brought to. You learned from the trainer that they believed he had torn his labrum in his shoulder and was waiting to be brought in for scans.

Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the hospital. The bright lights blinded you in the wake of your destination. Once you parked, you exited the parking garage and texted the trainer to meet you outside.

"Y/N?" A voice called out to you. You turned to your right and saw a man in a black track suit waving to you.

"Hi, it's Chad, right?" You said, offering your hand.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Chad shook your hand and turned to walk into the building. You steeled yourself and followed him in.

"He's just finished his tests and it confirmed the torn labrum, like we suspected. Luckily, the orthopedic surgeon that's on tonight will be able to do his surgery before the night ends." he said, guiding you through the hallways. "His parents are trying to get on the earliest flight to come see him, they're hoping to be here by Sunday at the latest."

You tried to keep up his pace and take everything in as you chatted in the elevator.

"Jamie's on the third floor. They've got him on some meds to ease the pain now but they'll get him prepped on anesthesia and a block when they're ready for him."

Chad abruptly stopped in front of a door that he pointed out to be Jamie's room. "I'll leave you to it, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you."

Chad left you there alone, promising to be in the waiting area to keep an eye out for the doctor who would be performing the surgery.

You braced yourself as you gripped the handle of the door. Should you have texted Jamie beforehand?

You slowly pushed open the door handle and peeked your head around. Sitting in the bed in front of you was your boyfriend.

Jamie was dressed in a hospital gown with a blanket covering his legs. The bed was propped up and his arm was in a white sling, resting on some pillows to keep it in place. An IV was placed in the crook of his right elbow to keep him comfortable as possible.

“Hey,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him.

Jamie’s eyes left the television screen in the corner of his room and came to rest on you.

“Hi babe,” he said, a sad smile starting to take over his face. He tried to push himself up a little to greet you but he fell back to the bed in a groan.

“Don’t move, it’s just me,” you reminded him. “I’m right here, J.”

You walked over to his right side and set your bag down on the floor. Your heart melted at the sight of him looking so vulnerable in the hospital bed. You leaned over to run your fingers through his hair to give him some comfort.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be ideal.

“I’m alright,” he let out a soft chuckle. “Been better, I guess.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” your hand trailed down his arm to meet his hand on the bed.

“We lost the game, too.”

“Shit,” you sighed.

You hadn’t checked the score of the game since you left your dorm. You were solely focused on getting to Jamie as quickly as possible.

“I’m sorry you had to drive down here on Halloween weekend to sit in a hospital with me. You shouldn’t have had to come,” he trailed off, closing his eyes as a wave of pain erupted in his shoulder. His right arm reached to pull his right closer to his body.

“Don’t say sorry, I wasn’t gonna have any fun this weekend anyways, not without you. Meredith was gonna get sloppy and then I’d have to wrangle her back to our dorm,” you mentioned, which was true. The whole weekend was going to consist of you following around Meredith as she got as drunk as possible. You got Jamie to let out a soft laugh. He knew how you and Meredith liked to go out and have fun, even if you went overboard most times.

“You have to have surgery, right?”

Jamie nodded, letting out an exhale as you mentioned the word surgery. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of needles or anything to do with hospitals, so you felt bad for him that he had to undergo emergency surgery.

“They said it‘a a quick surgery, thank God,” he breathed out a sigh. “Feels like my whole arm is out of place and it hurts like crazy."

For the first time since you walked in the room, you really looked at Jamie’s left side. He was trying to keep his body as still as possible so he wouldn’t jostle his arm. You could see faint bruises forming right at the neckline of the hospital gown. You didn’t get squeamish very easily, but the reality of Jamie’s injury was starting to make your stomach hurt.

“Missed you, been forever since I saw you,” he mumbled. You could tell Jamie wanted to change the subject and you couldn’t help but go along with him since he needed the distraction. You tore your eyes away from his shoulder with a shaky breath. Jamie needed you to be here with him.

“I missed you, too,” you said, smiling as he looked you in the eyes. His big blue eyes were clouded over and you wiped a tear from his cheek. “We have Monday off so I can stay with you until then if you want. I can tell you all about midterms and my research lab.”

“Of course I want that, are you crazy? Any Y/N time I can get is appreciated,” he laughed and grabbed your hand to kiss it.

You continued to chat with him until the doctor came in and told him they were going to prep him for surgery. Jamie tensed up but you reassured him that everything would be fine.

“It’s super quick and then we get to go home,” you told him. You leaned down to give him a kiss which he eagerly returned. You pulled back before he could deepen the kiss and make you flustered in front of the nurse who was checking his sheet.

“More of that at home?” He mused. You couldn’t help but smile at Jamie. He was a quiet guy, but around people he knew, he could be outgoing and playful.

“I probably shouldn’t say no to an injured guy,” you teased.

“I'm not just some guy,” he poked you in the stomach and made you laugh. You gave him one more quick kiss before turning to head out of the room.

Chad was sitting outside the room and you sat next to him. He told you he was planning on staying until Jamie was ready to head home, which would be shortly after he woke up and was able to get dressed. The surgery was an easy outpatient surgery, so you figured you’d be home right around midnight.

You got the rundown on Jamie’s recovery and what you should do to help him in the next few days. Chad warned you that he might not get much sleep due to the pain but that he should get some relief from the strong pain medication he would be taking a few times each day.

“It’ll be a little rough, but he’ll be in good hands with you and Zegras. He’ll bounce back quickly with PT,” Chad reminded you.

An hour went by and next thing you knew, a doctor was coming out to tell you that Jamie had woken up and could go home whenever he was ready. The doctor had cleared him and said he would be on the mend.

You went back into Jamie’s room, where you found him chatting to a nurse who was helping him sit up.

“Hi there, he just woke up and was asking for you,” she said sweetly, looking at you.

“He’s a little disoriented but he shouldn’t be in too much pain, the doctor uses a nerve block that will wear off within the day.”

Jamie lifted his head to see you standing there in front of him. He looked at you through half lidded eyes. He looked a little pale from waking up from surgery and moved slowly to get up with the help of his nurse. You took in how soft he looked as the nurse helped him zip up the Ducks sweatshirt that Chad had brought for him.

He now had on a black sling that would keep his shoulder in place and protect him from knocking into anything.

“Hi J,” you said quietly. “The surgery is all done, babe.”

He nodded and mumbled that he was ready to go home as you helped him into the wheelchair that would bring him to your car. Chad said goodbye to you as you left the room, telling you to call if you needed anything from him.

“He said he was ready to spend the weekend with you, what a sweet guy,” the nurse said, wheeling him out of the room.

“Yeah, he’s the best,” you said, blushing. “I got lucky with Jamie.”

You parted ways momentarily to go bring your car down so Jamie could get in easily. With some help, you got him sitting and thanked the nurse before she shut the door. You were really on your own with Jamie now. This didn’t usually worry you, but you wanted to keep him as comfortable as possible.

“Hey, it’s finally just me and you,” you said, looking over at him as you pulled away.

Jamie was leaned back in your front seat with his eyes closed, his head hanging down a little. He looked pretty comfortable, if the content look on his face was anything to go by.

“I told the nurse that I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world,” he muttered. “I told her that I wanna say ‘I love you’ soon. I don’t wanna take too long and miss my chance.”

“I bet she’ll be really excited to hear that, J.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. You and Jamie had agreed to take it slow when you started dating. At the time, he had really just begun his professional hockey career and you had a few more years left in college, so you weren’t looking to rush into anything that you couldn’t keep up with.

Neither one of you had said I love you yet, but more and more you were finding the words on the tip of your tongue. You were scared that saying it first would result in heartbreak, so you refrained from letting the words slip out. Even in his disoriented state, you knew Jamie would never say something untrue. His honesty was reassuring to you and you knew you could tell him how you really felt when he was feeling better.

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You filled Jamie’s prescription and headed back to his and Trevor’s apartment. A text to Trevor let him know that you were on your way back so he could help you bring Jamie inside.

Once you pulled to a stop, you sent Trevor a message and waited until he came outside.

“Jamie? We’re home,” you said, not trying to startle him. You placed a hand on his thigh in an attempt to wake him up.

Jamie stirred, opening his eyes and looking around blearily. He let out a huff of breath as he took in the sling he was sporting. You figured he was truly seeing it for the first time since you had left the hospital.

"Why does my shoulder feel numb?" He questioned, dragging his eyes up to meet yours. You could tell he felt uncomfortable in the sling and felt sorry for him.

"It was from the surgery, J. Does it hurt?"

Jamie seemed to think about it for a minute before he shrugged. You flinched as he did so and he let out a groan. "Can't do that anymore."

“Trevor’s about to come down to help you walk upstairs, okay?”

Jamie seemed to acknowledge you and looked to see Trevor approaching the car. Trevor was sporting a hoodie and shorts and looked a little rough. You could imagine that the team was taking Jamie's injury pretty hard.

Trevor opened the door and you could tell he was trying to smile as he took in the state of his roommate in the front seat.

"Hey Jimmy, you made it home, man," he said quietly.

Jamie, not in the mood to talk, sleepily nodded and allowed himself to be gently manhandled out of the car.

"You didn't win, Z," Jamie mumbled as Trevor wrapped an arm around his waist to walk him towards the door to the apartment building.

"Couldn't focus without you."

You let Trevor bring Jamie in as you grabbed your bag and locked your car. You couldn't help but whip out your phone and take a picture of the two of them from behind. Trevor and you had similar personalities, both extroverted and ready for fun. You bonded with him immediately.

"Yo roomie, you coming or what?" Trevor called, turning back to see you behind them. "I might just steal your little boyfriend for the night if you don't hurry."

"You wish, Zegras."

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By the time you trekked up to Trevor and Jamie's apartment, Jamie was absolutely wiped. Trevor gracefully deposited him on the couch while you set your bag down.

"Thanks for your help, Z," you acknowledged. "Sorry the game didn't turn out well."

"No problem, and no one cared about that after seeing Jamie down. I think I'm still in disbelief," he chuckled. You knew Trevor was probably tired from the game and most likely had practice in the morning to regroup as a team.

"Was he in a lot of pain?" Trevor whispered to you. Jamie was half asleep and the news was playing on the television but you assumed Trevor was trying to be cautious around him. Trevor and Jamie loved each other like brothers and it was hard for him, too.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, it sucked to see him like that."

Trevor wrapped you in a hug before you could say anything else, assuring you that you would both get through it together.

"And when you go back to school to be all smart next week, I promise I'll take good care of him and give him lots of cuddles," Trevor assured you.

You laughed as he held up a salute towards you. Trevor had easily become one of your close friends within the past year. You always felt comfortable around him.

"That would be perfect, Z," you said, a genuine smile reaching your cheeks. "Go wake my boy up so he can eat something."

"Eat? He's dead to the world, Y/N!"

"And when the block wears off and he's in pain, he'll wish he took the medicine early to minimize it," you said in retaliation.

Trevor looked at you as he tilted his head sideways, eyes narrowing.

"Does Jamie know he's dating a know-it-all?"

"Yup, and he loves it, Zegras, " you responded teasingly.

Trevor followed your lead, waking Jamie up as you made him some toast so he could take a dose of medicine.

"She's making you toast right now, dude. She'll be back in a minute," you heard Trevor say as you approached them with Jamie's food.

"He was wondering where you went, y'know, since I'm chopped liver," Trevor joked.

"I'm right here, J. I brought you something," you said. You helped him eat some of the toast before taking some medicine. Trevor assisted you in getting him out of his jacket and into his bedroom as you cleaned up. Waves of exhaustion were just starting to hit you. A text was sent to Meredith to update her on the night to which you received a jumble of letters in response. At least someone was having a fun night. You brought your bag into Jamie's room to get changed and go to bed.

When you entered the room, you were surprised by the boys in front of you. Jamie was propped up on pillows, sitting half upright in bed while Trevor made sure he was comfortable. Trevor had helped him change and got him ready for bed. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Your boyfriend ready for bed, Z?"

"Oh yeah, minty breath and everything. Hey, I work wonders, Y/N," Trevor quipped, always able to make a joke, even when he was tired.

You and Jamie said goodnight to Trevor. He told you he'd be back around noon after morning practice.

Once you had changed and washed your face, you took a deep breath before walking back into Jamie's room. Jamie had woken up a little in after eating something and had turned on Friends to watch.

"Need anything?" Your voice cut through the quiet hum of the television.

"Just you," he mused. You rolled your eyes as you turned out the light and joined him, but he knew you didn't really mean it. His teammates had always teased him about being whipped for you, but he never cared. Jamie loved to take you on special dates and show you around California since you were both still pretty new to the state. He thought you were such a smart girl and you kept him in awe every time you hung out.

"Thanks for tonight, Y/N. I know it wasn't really ideal," Jamie trailed off as you climbed into bed next to him. "I'm sorry I put you in these situations."

"You know there's nothing you need to be sorry about, right? It's not like this was your fault, J."

Jamie didn't meet your eyes as you inched closer to him. You were on his injured side, which was right at the middle of his bed on pillows to keep him steady in the night.

"Hey, look at me," you whispered. "I know what I got myself into when I started dating you. I'm not scared."

He could hear the reassurance in your voice and felt hopeful for the first time that night. You moved a little closer so you could hold his face in your hands.

In the soft light of the television, Jamie met your gaze. "I don't want to stop you from your future, Y/N."

You huffed out a sigh, kneeling and climbing onto Jamie's lap. He reacted in surprise, right hand coming to find your waist as you made sure to give him space for his sling.

"I'm gonna smush your face if you don't listen to me, Drysdale," you attempted, threateningly.

"I'm in for the long haul, okay?" You were now holding Jamie's face in your hands, staring into his eyes. "Y'know, if you want me to be."

Instead of answering you, Jamie leaned in to kiss you. You allowed him to push his tongue into your mouth, sinking into his touch.

"I want you forever," he mumbled into your mouth before pulling away. "I, uh, I know I'm not the best at telling you everything, but I love you, Y/N."

You could practically feel your pupils dilating as a wide smile broke out on your face. "And I love you, Jamie Drysdale. Took you long enough, you dork."

You finished your makeout session and settled into bed next to Jamie. You wrapped a hand around his stomach as you settled in to sleep on your stomach. You were almost asleep before you heard Jamie whisper something above you.

“Shit,” you heard Jamie say.

“Are you alright?” You leaned up, fearing that he had hurt himself, but instead he had his right hand dragging over his face.

“I won’t get to see you in that hot Britney costume.”

“Oh my god, I hate you."

"You said I love you, actually."

"Don't get smart, Drysdale."

"I love you too, babe."

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A/N: Hi guys!! Thanks so so much for all of your likes and everything! I've been thinking of writing this one for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

#jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl writing #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader

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gravity-barbie · 2 years

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The Hargreeves getting jealous HCs

Request @mylesofasgard

Sparrow version

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Luther Hargreeves

-Luther tries to give the cause of his jealousy the benefit of the doubt for as long as possible

-He’ll make up excuses for a person that’s showing clear interest in you and even when he can’t deny their motives any longer he’ll still hold onto his trust in you to calm himself

-But the longer you go without making a obvious rebuff the more he becomes… not exactly emotional but… deflated (All the while you could of definitely been making subtle ones that just flew over his head)

-He has the self-doubting type of jealousy, where he can’t stop himself from comparing himself to the other person and wondering if you’d be happier with them

-He’s kind of down in the dumps for a while in the aftermath, though he tries not to ‘bother’ you with his feelings and so can just bottle them up if unchecked, if you do call him on it he’s actually a bit apologetic as he certainly didn’t intend to worry you

-Really it’s not very hard to soothe him by reassuring him that you love him and have never been tempted away from that fact

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego has a lot of faith in your relationship which repels some jealousy but it still occasionally occurs

-He has some insecurity issues that can sneak up on him and make him unexpectedly defensive when he feels at all shown up

-He’s pretty good at reading people and picks up on it easily if someone is into you, which he won’t typically address outright but he will amp up his pda to get the point across that it isn’t gonna happen

-If someone’s explicitly flirting with you though he isn’t gonna let that slide and will call them on it very bluntly

-It’s not a first resort but he will get into a fight with someone if they aren’t dropping it or go too far

-He’s snarkier than usual the whole interaction and even in the aftermath but will adamantly deny any accusations of jealousy

Allison Hargreeves

-Allison can’t stand being jealous, she had spent most her life being in control of everything so now things like insecurity or the threat of losing you really hit her hard

-Luckily she is rational enough to not read into nothing so it doesn’t happen often

-Even if she has reason to be jealous she’s not a sulk in silence type so she’ll have a talk to you about it soon enough

-Until then she’ll just be very passive-aggressive with the person making her jealous, smiling, sounding almost complimentary but tearing them to shreds if you read between the lines

-If you’re obviously loyal she won’t take someone hitting on you too seriously and even feels a bit proud to be the one you’re actually with

-But she will quickly get protective if she suspects the attention is bothering you

Klaus Hargreeves

-Klaus certainly isn’t a jealous person, really he’d be fine with an open relationship if that was something you wanted

-However while he tends to be fine with others hitting on you or anything along those lines he can get a little worried when you bond more deeply with someone else

-because things like flirting or sex have always been little more than a bit of fun for him but the deeper connection you two have is very meaningful to him

-So that being said when he does get jealous he’s a bit of a shit, which mostly comes through in his snark towards the person making him jealous

-He won’t ask for it but he would really love some reassurance

Ben Hargreeves

-His jealousy is technically the least justified since you’re not together and he’s in fact dead

-And really he tries not to be jealous because he just wants you to be happy so some part of him would be glad for you to find someone who could help with that

-Though he’s able to justify his dislike of any person that could through nitpicking their every action, and there probably isn’t anyone on earth he’d believe is good enough for you anyway

-Jealousy is especially hard in his situation as there’s literally nothing he can do about it, he can’t even shoot his shot and get rejected, he can just complain to Klaus only to get ignored

Viktor Hargreeves

-Viktor struggles a bit with jealousy, not in an over the top way but not exactly in a healthy one either

-He feels kind of dumb for it because he does trust you… but his trust has been betrayed before too

-He can’t help the memories of years of being excluded that resurface and accompanying surge of fear he feels of losing you when you get close to a new person that has so many qualities he wished he had

-He isn’t one to overtly express it, a natural at bottling his feelings but a keen observer could notice his slight gloominess, you in particular should since he’s usually at his happiest around you

-He’s mostly non-confrontational about these kind of situations but on rare occasions -especially if you’re uncomfortable- he is not afraid to give someone who has a thing for you a piece of his mind or flash his power to show them he means business

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