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thorne93 · 6 years

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Curious Conundrum (Part 6)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 2411

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst, jealousy…

Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong Not only did she beta, but I literally couldn’t have written half these scenes without her help. She contributed majorly, even wrote some parts of scenes. I am forever in her debt.

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

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Sherlock had continued his puzzles, his little scavenger hunts all over London, but they seemed to end at the tenth one. Sherlock was probably boring of trying to test you, and you wondered if he was also just boring of your company altogether. But the puzzles had been a gateway to a new night of fun and adventure for the two of you. You’d been to the most incredible places all over London, the last being behind the clock tower of Big Ben.. That was your favorite. Sherlock seemed to be himself there, let his guard down a little.

Although the scavenger hunt wasn’t going on, you seemed to find ways, any way, to possibly insert yourself in Sherlock’s life. Whether it was assisting on the most random of cases, without being invited; or even texting him randomly saying things like “Tell me about your favorite case” “How is the hunt for evidence going?” “Read anything interesting lately?” Just anything to possibly stir some form of communication. He always obliged it seemed, informing you of trivial things he’d read or discovered, updating you on cases, sending you a picture of strangers with a full length deduction on them.

But you began to wonder if he felt the same towards you. You couldn’t get him out of your head, he was like a virus, taking over every thought. Your thoughts of him had turned from mild interest in the beginning to being a full fledged infatuation. You wanted to know him on every level: thoughts, ambitions, drives, curiosities, pleasures, pains, intimacy. You thought of running your fingers through that dark curly hair of his. You thought of placing a chaste kiss to those lips you’d stared at time and time again. You thought of holding him in the late hours of the night. You thought of waking next to him. You thought of knowing him inside and out. You thought of spending the rest of your life with him.

But what good would these thoughts do if he didn’t reciprocate them? So you needed to find out. Was Sherlock interested in you at first because of your deduction skills or was he actually interested in being friends?

You needed to know, and you needed to know now before you wasted time on a man who didn't want you. Texting your brother, asking him to meet you for dinner, you set the plan in motion.

John met you at a restaurant a little bit away from their flat.

“Hey,” he greeted with a smile when he got there.

“Hey. How’re things with...Amanda?” you asked, trying desperately to remember his latest girlfriend’s name.

“You mean Amber?” he asked with a laugh.

“Ah, yes, that one. Well it starts with an A.”

“Uh, good, I think. Nothing to complain about.”

You nodded. “That’s good.”

“Yeah, sorry she couldn’t make it, or Sherlock for that matter.”

“Why would you be sorry he couldn’t make it?” you wondered, curious if your brother had seen through your attempts to hide your infatuation.

“Well I know how you enjoy his company,” he stated casually.

“Yeah, about that...Does he mind my company? Like, does he mind me being around?” you questioned easily, dancing around the corners of this delicate matter.

John looked off, trying to remember if he’d remembered or noticed Sherlock mentioning anything about you. “I don't think so. I think he’s fine with it. I mean, he’s Sherlock, he isn’t exactly shy when he wants people to go away or shut up.”

You nodded your head side to sde. “That’s true.”

“Why do you ask?” John wondered.

“Well, you know, he’s a little hard to get a read on, I just didn’t know if I was being a nuisance or if he was just tolerating me for you or what,” you tried, hoping to not seem too obvious.

He shook his head, still thinking. “No, like I said, he isn’t shy about who he doesn’t like.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you murmured as you looked off, crossing your arms on the table.

“Is everything alright?” he inquired, a concerned look crossing his face as he peered at you.

“Yeah, I just...you know,” you tried, mentally scolding yourself for the terrible brush off.

“No, I don’t. Why are you suddenly so curious in Sherlock?” he asked, a casual curiosity in his voice and face before your eyes slid to his, a little bit of guilt and embarrassment in them. “Oh God...why are you suddenly curious in Sherlock?” he asked again, but this time, it was rhetorical.

“I...”

“Nope. Don’t say it. It’s not true. It can’t be true,” he argued, shaking his head. “God...I knew it. All the signs were there,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “You’re always around, you’re always flirting with him. I brushed it off because I thought you two were just hitting it off in a weird way. He was always asking about you.”

“It’s really not that big of a dea--” you started but John erupted on you.

“For God’s sakes, Y/N! Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes? He is a sociopath for crying out loud! He shoots the wall when he’s bored. He only gets excited for gruesome murders and heinous puzzles. How could you possibly like him?” he demanded, angry with you.

“How could you?” you countered quickly, your tone even.

John’s face went blank at that point. “That’s different. I’m his friend, I’m his flatmate.--”

“Precisely. You moved in together only after a day of knowing him, but I’m a monster for knowing him for a few months and falling for him? I’m only asking to date him, you live with him.”

John stared at you with anger, quiet frustration, trying to think of a way to diffuse your feelings.

“You were taken with him the moment you met him, don’t lie. You and I see the part of him that annoys the hell out of everyone else. You and I find his quirks endearing. We find his abilities uncanny, amazing. To others he’s an arrogant ass, but to us...He’s just Sherlock. You can’t really tell me you blame me for falling for him,” you tried.

“Stop saying that,” he begged as he looked around as if someone would hear some deep dark secret you had. “For God’s sakes. You...you flirted with Sherlock. My sister.”

“Is it really that shocking?” you inquired with your eyebrows raising as you crossed your arms. “Think of everyone I’ve ever dated, does Sherlock really stray from that profile?” you questioned.

John nodded at first, agreeing with you at first, but then shaking his head. “No. No, your past boyfriends weren’t high functioning sociopaths. Y/N, he isn’t like you or I--”

“No, he’s not, that’s what I like. He thinks logically, rationally. He might not be emotional like you or I, but he is incredibly compassionate,” you stated with a smile as you reached across the table and squeezed your brother’s hand.

He gave you a concerned look. “I'm serious, Y/N. He isn't like us. He doesn't feel things like we do.”

You gave him a simple grin. “Oh John, I think you're mistaken.”

“And why do you think that?”

“You told me he once nearly killed a man for laying a hand on Mrs. Hudson. He cares deeply for you, for another thing.”

“That doesnt...it isn't…” he stammered, trying to negate your argument.

You smiled and raised a hand to stifle his bumbling around. “I know it might be awkward, I know it might be weird but this is my choice and I’m going to ask him out whether you like it or not,” you explained firmly.

John shook his head as he peered at you. “No, no. This is not going to go the way you think. He doesn’t believe in love. He has said ‘sentiment is found on the losing side’.”

“He means that for other people. It’s easy to not believe in love until you feel it. I think he feels it when he’s with me. Why else would he act the way he does around me? You said yourself he asks about me, and when have you ever known Sherlock to care about anyone but Sherlock?”

“That’s besides the point. His interest in you is probably purely scientific,” he retorted.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m going to pretend you meant that in a complementary way. But regardless of your protests, I’m going to pursue Sherlock. I’m a grown woman, with my own life, and while I appreciate you trying to look out for me, it’s my heart on the line.”

“That’s what worries me,” he said with a sorrowful smile on his face.

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It was only the next day that you decided to finally take the plunge. After all this time, after all this pining and stewing, you would finally ask Sherlock out on a date. But first, you wanted something special, something to commemorate the evening. At first you weren't sure what to do, what to get him, but then it hit you. Music. He said it was one of the only things that helped him think.

Now you knew this meant him playing the instrument himself, but maybe he could get some new material. Maybe something even in the background might even help. With that, you went to work. You compiled some of your personal favorite classical music, modern music, music the two of you had heard while you were out on the town. A completely personal playlist.

Removing the thumb drive with a grin, you stowed it in your purse and headed out into the evening. You knew John was on a date, and you were betting on that. You didn’t want his meddling nose in this.

You knocked and Sherlock opened the door, taking your breath away as always.

“Oh, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you,” he stated.

“Bad time?”

“No,” he said stepping aside to let you in. “Just surprised,” he remarked.

“Really? I’m here almost every other day,” you noted with a laugh, stepping into the apartment.

“Indeed you are,” he muttered.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you felt light headed. How the hell were you going to ask the most amazing, talented, and intelligent man you’d ever met out? In all your life, you never thought anything could intimidate you. You were never blind sided, but meeting Sherlock, getting to know him...and falling for him, were things you never anticipated.

And now you were actually going to try and ask him out? The man that deserved a goddess? How the hell would this go?

“What brings you by?”

“Well, I thought I’d give you this,” you informed as you pulled the flashdrive from your purse.

“This? What’s this? Oh, a case!” he said excitedly as he nearly ran to his computer and plugged it in. The files opened and you stood next to him with a giddy smile. “Were these...songs playing at a crime scene?”

Shaking your head, you slightly laughed and answered, “No, no. It's a playlist from me to you.”

“You’re giving me songs?” he questioned as he turned to you.

“Sort of...It’s just a playlist of some songs I thought you might like. Maybe new material to learn on the violin. A few of them were songs we heard on the scavenger hunt,” you informed as you sat down on the couch and he turned to face you.

“Ah, I see. Well...thank you, I suppose,” he said with a slight frown.

“You’re welcome,” you said, nodding with a smile. This was it, now or never. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like a hummingbird in your chest, you felt like you were going to be sick, you almost wanted to back out. “So...I was thinking maybe...we could go to dinner,” you tried.

“Mmm, no thanks, already ate,” he said, turning back to his computer.

“No, Sherlock, not tonight. I meant like, a Friday night,” you tried again, feeling like a complete ass.

He turned around to face you, questioning on his face. “Well I don’t know if I’ll be on a case Friday night. We could see if John wanted to go. I’m not usually one to schedule dinners but--”

“No! No John,” you sternly interrupted. “No, Sherlock...I...I’m asking you on a date,” you finally blurted out, a bit more quieter than you had been.

His face contorted into thought for a brief moment. The moment felt like an eternity. You had no idea what he would say, but the next thing out of his mouth certainly threw you.

“No.”

Your brows knitted together as you gazed at him, your heart dropping out of your body at his tone, that singular devastating word.

“No? Wh--Why?” you stammered, heavily embarrassed but your emotions took over. You had to know why he said no.

“I am married to my work, Y/N. I thought the same of you. It was one of the few things I admired about you, but now that you’ve made it glaringly obvious you’re just a normal human with mundane feelings… Well I’m sure you still have enough rational thought and deduction to figure out that I, in no way, would be interested in a date. Love...sentiment...the very idea of romance appals me. So no, I do not wish to buy you flowers, meet you at a restaurant of your choosing, and go through the turmoil of modern dating.”

If he punched you in the gut it would’ve felt better than what he’d just said. The air had effectively left your lungs as you sat there, stunned at him, at his coldness. Eyes that used to revere you and hold you in a warm, curious glow were now chilled and off putting. You weren’t sure what to do, what to say, how to react. You couldn’t breathe or speak.

Without another word, you grabbed your purse and stood up, exiting his flat and shutting the door quietly behind you. You made it down the stairs, hailed a taxi calmly, got in, rode in silence back to your apartment, closed the door, and made it all the way to your bed before the onslaught of tears followed. The sound loud and horrendous, but you didn't care. This was a pain like you’d never felt before, and holding it in, only made it hurt worse.

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tentaculi · 7 years

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General:

How long will they last? uh, THEY BETTER LAST FOREVER because i love them with every fiber of my being so !!!!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? i think there was definitely feelings right away?? the thing is that these two are so shy and innocent that it took both of them some time before they were like ho woah okay i like you !!

How was their first kiss? THE CUTEST EVER??? because that meant that caradoc took serum for her and my heart just is so full of love when i think about that??

Wedding:

Who proposed? CARADOC. she asked him to be her boyfriend and i could see him wanting to make the next milestone advance. ( though i guess them sharing a room would technically be the next one but shhhh ).

Who is the best man/men? LOGAN his superbro !!

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? since this family is full of boys ( wth @ the genetics ) i would say that willow probably had lexine and poppy as her bridesmaids.

Who did the most planning? i could see them equally sharing the planning? getting married and putting a real stamp on forever is something that totally excites them both.

Who stressed the most? maybe willow? you know she hits emotions easily and i could see doc being the one that calms her down during those moments.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? uhhhhhhhhh marianna and probably brandon?? maybe doc invited brandon though as another olive branch attempt but i think for sure, for sure marianna was not !!!! invited

Sex:

Who is on top? ( me just going through this is making willow blush )…. but probably they switch? i just see what they do as sweet and tender so.. whatever position they end up in is the position they end up in.

Who is the one to instigate things? i don’t think really either one of them does and more so it develops naturally from kissing and etc.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ( i only say a nine – would have been a ten but – because these two don’t rely on sex and both have that understanding. due to the special circumstances of their relationship they relish in the small touches, the sweetness, of their relationship instead of climbing on top of each other. | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 (IMAGINE THE BLUSHING THAT HAPPENS ALREADY i could not imagine these two being in the next category lmao ) | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? i think it really depends on each session individually, though perhaps sometimes on the shorter side and then others on the longer? only reason i say this is because with doc being under serum it’s not like he can…. build endurance as well u H

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? i would say yes but also… i see doc being like, a real giver / pleaser? making sure she’s taken care of just because that’s how he is in their every day life already.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? TWO BEAUTIFUL BOYS.

How many children will they adopt? we’ve never talked about this before but i think it would be something willow would be open to. though, we’ve established that the boys are the only kiddos so maybe it was talked about and they decided two was enough?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? i see this being equal but both have a hard time sometimes because WOW POOP and get a little squeamish… maybe.

Who is the stricter parent? probably willow? even though i don’t really see her bringing down the hammer all that often. their both so lighthearted with the boys, not that they need to be anything more, since their kiddos don’t really get in trouble or overstep bounds.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? willow ( insert side eye emoji )

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? willow! they will be simple ones ( until lex teaches her how to cook ) but she’s definitely the one who does. besides, doc is probably gone due to work a lot of the time that early so it makes sense.

Who is the more loved parent? NEITHER. they are both loved and cherished by evan and farren equally, who express their love in their own ways.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? i think both, definitely. raising their children together and being on the same page when it comes to their education + life is very important to both of them.

Who cried the most at graduation? oh, please, they both cried equally. i think on some level there was a point in both willow and caradoc’s life where they weren’t sure a family would ever be possible so seeing their boys walk across the stage…. showing how far they’ve come together and as a family? yeah, they’re both crying.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? doc, probably. willow would just be a all huffy the whole time but i’m not sure either kid would be in such severe trouble?

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? hahahah doc…. though i guess i should say lexine, huh!

Who is the most picky in their food choice? willow and she’s not really picky… we just know doc can sometimes be a black hole.

Who does the grocery shopping? i think both? though they probably weren’t great at it at first… had to grow into adult grocery shopping.

How often do they bake desserts? never because lexine does that. girl, hooks it up for these two babes.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? i’d say meat???

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? both do it!

Who is more likely to suggest going out? i think this is also a shared thing. one time it’s doc, another time it’s willow.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? …… eeesh willow.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? i think that willow’s job isn’t always as demanding as the deadlines that doc has to meet – so often she’s at home and will clean up the entire house when she can, room included!

Who is really against chores? they both are. c’mon, chores suck! but they do them.

Who cleans up after the pets? they both share but since mr. fluffy was a gift from doc willow makes sure to clean up after him as much as possible! her pup, her responsibility…. but we all know doc will take him for a walk / clean up / love on him too.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? hahahah maybe doc.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? i don’t think either stress, really? their guests usually consists of the family or extended family so they’re all people they are comfortable around.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? doc, that lucky son of a –

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? willow, probably? i could see her doing it for the sake of looking like a prune and only to show doc her pruney fingers. lmao, why is she like this?

Who takes the dog out for a walk? both!! probably together more often than not but when doc isn’t home ( due to work, etc – maybe highjacked by logan ) she’ll walk him on her own.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? ALL THE TIME. willow loves, loves, loves christmas so you bet they take holiday pictures and everything.

What are their goals for the relationship? to grow and love one and other, through the good and the bad, the easy and the hard, for the rest of their lives.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? doc if he could…. i’m js.

Who plays the most pranks? probably doc though willow gets her jabs in too!!!

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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Don’t Forget Me - Stiles Stilinski

You and Stiles were a different kind of best friends. Bestest friends, in fact. Normal friends hang out on the weekends, get a look from a teacher when talking in class, and every once in a while, go to see a movie. But no, that wasn’t you and Stiles. Entire weekends were spent together, holed up in one of your rooms, and having a movie marathon. Usually Marvel or Star Wars. The night would be spent eating slice after slice of pizza, and draining bottles of soda. Teachers did give you you looks, but would often drop a few profane words every time they caught you whispering and laughing in the back of the class. Any movie that was out, no matter what it was, you and Stiles would go to. Whether it was horror, animated, action, or even the most depressing of documentaries, you and Stiles made it your mission to go to it. Buying a large bag of popcorn, drowning the kernels in butter to go with the film.

You met Stiles in the junior year. Your family had moved to town a few days after the school year started, so you hadn’t gotten the time to walk through the school and learn your way around. You were trying to quickly walk through the busy hall, looking rapidly between your papers, and the room numbers you were passing. But of course, your inability to multitask to kicked in, and you crashed into someone. A string of apologies instantly left your mouth, as you bent over to pick up all the things you’d just dropped. But the person knelt down in front of you to help, and you looked up, meeting golden brown eyes. He introduced himself as Stiles, and told you that he’d seen you in a few of his classes. You’d blushed profusely, apologizing some more, and he laughed at you. Then invited you to have lunch with some of his friends.

Stiles found out you were a kitsune by accident. It had only been a month since you’d met, but in that few weeks, you’d grown attached by the hip. It was a cold night when you had decided to have a movie night. In the midst of you throwing blankets on the sofa to get ready, Stiles called saying that he was going to swing by some pizza place and bring dinner for the both of you. You’d happily agreed and told him he could get any kind he wanted. A few movies stacked and blankets folded later, there was a quick knock on the door. You jumped up and ran to the doorway, opening it to reveal Stiles with three pizza boxes stacked in his arms, as well as two 2 liter bottles sitting on top of them. You remember laughing as he stepped in, making some crack about how much he can eat. But in all the movement, one of the bottles rolled off, falling to the floor. And before thinking, you extended your hand, your telekinesis catching the soda mid air. Stiles’ wide eyes bored into where his drink was surrounded by a blue aura. That night, you’d done a lot of talking, and admitted a lot to each other. You told him about how you were an atmospheric kitsune, and he’d told you about how some of your friends were supernaturals. That was the first time you had a sleepover together. The both of you talking through all your movies and pizza, and you’d crashed with your head on his shoulder.

From that moment on, no more secrets were kept between the two of you, and you went through everything together. You were there for him when an evil deity possessed his body, and would often get calls at one am to calm him down from his nightmares. He returned the favor when you lost Allison. Sleepovers were a lot more often towards the end of your junior year. The summer was peaceful. But it all started up again in senior year. Dread Doctors hunting you and the pack down, inserting memories and visions in your head, trying to take your powers. You were trapped in their lab for days before Scott and Stiles found you and rescued you. You didn’t leave his sight for a week and a half after that.

You were with him when the ghost riders took him. He’d found you in the school, desperately sputtering nonsense and begging you to tell him you knew who he was. He’d then tried to get you to get far away from him, as not to get you in harms way, but you’d shook your head and stood your ground on staying with him. He’d taken you to the jeep, and you were holding his arms in your hands so tightly that your knuckles were white. You cried and sobbed and pleaded with him to stay, and he just softly combed his fingers through your hair, down your cheeks. He straightened out your clothes, fingers brushing the locket he’d given you for your last birthday. A soft smile graced his lips as your watery eyes met his. Just don’t forget me, I know you’ll remember.

You went through four months of utter torment and agony. Four months. You couldn’t bare to go through a day, or an hour, without him in your life. You couldn’t talk to the pack, not without bursting into hysterics. You couldn’t drive to school, you and Stiles always drove together. You walked, everyday. And everyday, you came late. You steered clear of the library, it being yours and Stiles’ place of work. You skipped any classes that you’d had with him. You couldn’t sit in there in silence. You’d gone to the cafeteria for lunch, but only twice. The first time, you lost your mind five minutes in, the empty seat next to you driving you crazy. The second time, Scott had asked you to come, saying how it hurt him just as much, but without you too made it more difficult. You lasted ten minutes that time. Six of them having been you waiting in line for food, and two of them when you were sat at the table.

Your heart had never pounded so hard in your chest when you saw him, his back turned, not far, just down the hall, thirty feet away. Your knees almost gave out at the sight, but you screamed his name and sprinted towards him. He’d whipped around, and he almost burst out laughing and crying at the same time, before catching you in his arms as you jumped into him. You cried and mumbled things, arms wrapping tight around his neck, his arms linked around your waist as he spun you around and around. Eventually, your grasp only grew tighter on one another, and you were lowered to the ground, too weak to stand, and him too much to hold you up in the air. You knelt on the floor, and his hands ran all over your back. Circles moving all over your back and your neck, tangling in your hair, it was like he was mapping out anything he could. Too worried if he didn’t now, he’d never remember what you felt like. “I missed you, I missed you so much” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and another one to your cheek.

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You were sitting on Stiles’ bed, the both of you with your backs on the headboard. There was a movie playing, an Iron Man one you think, you couldn’t really remember. It had been a month since you’d gotten him back. And it was difficult to find either one of you alone these days. He even followed you into the girls’ bathroom once, earning a slap across the cheek from Lydia. You looked up at him now, and moved over slightly, leaning your head onto his chest.

“You okay there princess?” He murmured, an arm wrapping around your back pulling you further into him. You nodded softly, closing your eyes.

“Mhm” It was quiet for a few seconds, and you laid your hand on his shirt. Stiles looked down at you, eyes following your movements. “Will you tell me stories?” You asked him.

“Yeah okay” Stiles said, smiling now. You smiled too, rolling onto your stomach, folding your arms on his chest, and putting your chin on top.

You grinned and giggled as he told you things from the past. Little things, from before he met you. You often did this, you liked to hear about what his life was like before supernatural disasters. Although you had heard of a few in sophomore year, but nothing as serious as you’d recently faced. He told you about how he had a buzz cut, and once almost had to cut off Derek’s arm.

“Derek Hale?” You asked in shock, brows raising.

“Yep” Stiles popped his lips. “Stupid Scott was too busy at Allison’s to get that bullet over” He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and onto your skin, making you feel warm. “Hales gotta knack for hating me” He added, making you giggle as well. “I mean, Derek took to Allison more than me, at least my family never burned down their house!” You laughed again, this time setting your forehead on his stomach as you shook slightly with giggles. Stiles looked at you, watching you smile and giggle, your twinkling eyes looking up and finding his on you.

“What?” You asked, laughter dying down as you caught his stare.

“Nothing I just..” He trailed off, eyes searching in yours. “I don’t want to forget what you look like” You smiled softly back at him.

“Don’t worry Stiles, neither of us are going anywhere, alright?” His brow furrowed a little.

“College?” You wiggled up closer, your elbow propped between his arm and side, holding up your chin, mere inches from his face.

“Not an issue right now, is it?” You asked quietly. Stiles pursed his lips and shook his head. “Is this about the ghost riders?” You whispered, much more quieter now.

“Yeah...yeah” He replied one of his hands coming up to twirl in your hair , tucking a strand behind your ear. “Just kinda puts some things into perspective” He said, eyes meeting yours again. You nod, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah it does doesn’t it” You agreed.

You hadn’t talked about it, not in the month that he’s been back. You figured he just wanted things to be as normal as possible, and it mostly has. But it seemed that the past and the emotions had caught up with him.

“y/n..” He sighed your name, and you felt a long talk coming. “I missed you, a lot, a really lot” A sad smile pulled on your lips.

“I missed you too” You said, setting your hand against his jaw. “Scott made me go to school” You added under your breath. “It sucked... counselor tried to put me on antidepressants” His brows raised in shock, and you slowly laid down on your side, almost curling up but he laid down too. His eyes never left you when his hand reached out to intertwine your fingers together. A few tears pricked in your eyes. “Damn it Stilinski you’re making me feel” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hand.

“Sorry that you have feelings” Stiles said, rolling his eyes. But you sniffled now and he could see it was difficult for you to keep your eyes dry. “Hey... hey I’m sorry, I’m sorry this is why I didn’t want to bring it up” He said quietly, hand rubbing your arm. “I’m sorry, come here” He murmured, wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer. Your hands laid on his chest, as well as your forehead. His chin set on the top of your head as he whispered quietly as you cried.

All the pain you’d previously felt rose again, but this time, it wasn’t pure torture. It was closure.

“It’s okay... it’s okay I’m here now” He said, bringing his lips to your forehead, and kissing you between whispers of reassurance. “I’m not going to leave again, I know that, you know that, we’re safe, I promise, I promise I’m not going to leave you again” You sniffled, hands now grasping the material of his shirt in fists.

“I love you” You said weakly, unable to look at him. In fact, your eyes were shut tightly, and your face was buried against him. Stiles smiled, leaving a longer kiss on your head, before cupping your cheeks and pulling you back from him slightly. His thumbs brushed away the remnants of tears on your cheeks, and he smiled a little smile at you.

“I love you too, princess” He said, and pulled your lips up to his in a long awaited kiss. Again your eyes squeezed shut, as though you were going to wake up in bed, and realize he was still gone. Again. “It’s real” Stiles mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again. “I promise” A cross between a laugh and a cry left your lips, and you brought your hands up to pull him closer by the back of his neck. When you broke apart for air, you smiled before opening your eyes. Flicking from Stiles’ lips, up to his own eyes. His own smile on his face, he pushed your hair back again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” You nodded.

“Me too”

“Back to no secrets?” He held out his pinky, and you linked yours with his.

“Back to no secrets” You agreed.

You fell asleep with Stiles that night, wrapped up in his arms, feeling warm, safe, and at home. You felt like there was no weight on your shoulders, and life was looking forward. There was only a few weeks left of your senior year, but they’d be a breeze. Your mind wandered off to what Stiles had said earlier, about college. You knew he’d gotten into Berkeley, and your heart thumped excitedly as you drifted off to sleep.

Because you did too.

xoxo ~Jordie

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