Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)
Paring: Scott McCall/Reader
Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)
A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you!
Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?
The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.
Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.
Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?
Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window
You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.
“Scott!” You whispered yelled.
“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.
“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.
“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.
“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.
You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.
“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.
“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.
Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.
“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.
“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.
“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.
“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.
You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”
“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.
“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.
“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.
“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.
“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.
“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.
“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.
“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.
You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.
“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.
You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.
Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.
“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.
“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.
“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.
“But you know what ha-”
“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.
“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”
“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.
“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.
“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.
The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.
Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.
Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.
Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.
Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.
Scott ~ I love you.
There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.
“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.
“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.
“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.
“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.
“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.
“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.
“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.
“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.
“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.
“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.
“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.
“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.
“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.
“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.
“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.
Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.
It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.
It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.
Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.
“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.
He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”
“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.
“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.
Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.
“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.
“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.
“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.
“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.
You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.
Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?
Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.
Baby ~ Please talk to me.
You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.
“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.
“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.
“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.
“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.
“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.
“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.
“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.
“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.
“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.
Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.
“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”
“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.
The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”
The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.
“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.
“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.
“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.
“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.
“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”
“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.
“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.
I knew we’d get to this point with this baby fireflyyyyy hahahahahah.
This epilogue had me roaring with laughter, eventhough I might have to tweak the fic I am writing because of this but he is so precioussss and the Uesugi boys are the best and Hotaru x Tsuki MC is hawt hawt hawt y’all.
Hotaru might have overtaken Genya as my #1 Tsuki bae.
I have to start by saying I LOVE HOTARU because he is the embodiment of this trope called Born Sexy Yesterday, or a subversion of that, because BSY characters are usually female (go google it, or watch the video in the link, so worth your time!)
No one talks about the fact that Gabriel had a dog how much do you want to bet it was a runt that was abandoned by its family and Gabriel took it it in because it was JUST.LIKE.HIM. No one talks about how with one look of Sam’s puppy dog eyes Gabriel cracked and brought Dean back because he couldn’t stand seeing Sammy like that. No one talks about the fact he knew he was gonna die when he entered the hotel and HE STILL DID IT. No one mentioned the fact that Gabriel protected Sammy even when Kali was already out meaning he wasn’t just there for her.
i bet kara accidentally writes articles about lena all the time, like she’ll get an assignment to write about graffiti or something and she’ll accidentally start writing about how lena sometimes doodles when she’s thinking or she’s writing an article about puppies and she starts talking about lena’s adorable puppy dog eyes. basically kara can’t stop thinking about lena bc she’s really fucking gay for her and it shows in every first draft of her articles
Trying to catch up a little on my requests, sorry if you’re still waiting on one!
Request from @itsalwaysnarnia: Could you possibly make a fionn imagine? I know this account is about jack, but I was just wondering. I know fionn is super private about his life some maybe it could possibly be about him trying to keep you relationship a secret during Dunkirk promo but sorta failing at it? Thank you for your amazing writing!
A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one, I’m less familiar with Fionn than Jack, so I don’t know how much this feels like him, but there we go. Hope you like it!
“So Fionn, you were spotted on set with a girl. Everyone
wants to know who this mysterious woman is in your life,” a couple of
middle-aged American chat-show hosts asked, a little too brazenly. Fionn
grimaced, trying to keep it internal but visibly failing. One woman had just
told him to wash some dishes and ‘stay humble’, and now they were prying into
his private life.
“Um yeah that’s Y/N, she’s good friend from home.”
“Really?” a tart voice responded, “’cause these photographs
suggest she’s a little more than a friend.” A photo appeared on the screen
behind them, showing him with a petite woman in his arms, lifted off the
“You seemed pretty excited to see her,” the other continued.
“Yeah, she came to visit me on set. We hadn’t seen each
other in a while so I was pretty excited.” He attempted to make it clear that
he wasn’t going to offer any more on the subject, and turned to Harry, silently
pleading for help.
“So, how about them dishes, huh Fionn?” Harry said all too transparently.
Fionn inhaled deeply, just wanting to sink into the ground. Or your arms. Your arms
would be good.
“So you’ve been so busy at the moment Harry, with this film
and the upcoming promotional tour of your solo album, I guess there’s been no
time for romance lately?” a young woman asked in an interview. Fionn sighed
gratefully, glad that the romantic attention was turned on Harry. He was much
better at handling the personal questions, having been doing it for so much
longer. It still astounded Fionn that people would ask about their personal lives
so openly and without shame.
“No, I’ve just been focusing on my work at the moment. My family
and friends are the priority when I get some time off anyway.”
“No special lady in your life then?”
He chuckled. “No, not like this one here”, he said playfully
hitting Fionn’s arm. Fionn closed his eyes and silently cursed Harry and his
“So you’ve got a girlfriend Fionn?” the interviewer asked.
Harry interjected, “Oh my word, he never shuts up about her.
He gets those puppy dog eyes when he talks about her, you know.” He was just
teasing, but Fionn shot him a warning glance that screamed at him to shut up.
“You won’t be able to walk down the street,” the interviewer
“Well, people keep saying that and I keep walking so…”
“You’ll have girls clawing for your attention,” he
Fionn shifted in his seat as Harry smirked, “You’ll be
batting them away, mate.”
He picked up the banter, “You know all about that, don’t you
Harry. You’ll have to give me some tips.”
“You’re gonna need ‘em, we don’t want you getting in trouble
with the missus.”
His shoulders slumped and his head dropped, “For god’s sake
So much for keeping his private life private and his
You wondered through the hotel lobby, suitcase in hand, and
found a seat on the sofa. Harry had helped you plan a surprise visit for Fionn
during the press tour, so had promised to meet you in five minutes to take you
up to Fionn’s room. He stepped out of the lift bang on time and rushed over to
hug you, having bonded when you’d visited Fionn on set. He took your bag for
you and led you up to the rooms.
“So Fionn is still on promo duty, but you can wait in my
room with the guys until he gets back,” he said, letting you in. Tom, Barry and
Jack were already in there, beers opened, and greeted you as you entered. They chatted
amiably with you, and it was less awkward than you feared. You had met them all
before, and they were all lovely, but even so you shifted in your seat,
checking your watch every few minutes. The time seemed to drag reluctantly by. You
were desperate to see Fionn, having not held him in your arms for three weeks.
“He won’ be long now, I’m sure,” Jack said with a smile.
“You excited to see him?” Tom asked, and you nodded vigorously.
“We talk a lot, we skype pretty much every night and text
throughout the day, but I miss the feel of him, you know? It’s so hard not
touching him for so long.”
They all nodded knowingly, having had more than their share
of long-distance relationships.
Your conversation was interrupted by footsteps down the
“I think that’s him,” Harry said, checking the time. “Y/N,
Barry shoved you behind the bathroom door as everyone
feigned normalcy. You heard the door open and Fionn’s voice swam into the room,
“Thank god I’m done for the day, I’m shattered.” He sounded drained, both
physically and emotionally. It took all your will-power not to rush into his
arms then and there.
“Rough day mate?” Tom asked. He must have nodded as there
was no audible reply, but you heard a body sink down onto the bed.
“I reckon I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up,” Harry said
in a sing-song tone.
You took that as your cue and crept out from behind the
door. Seeing Fionn’s face light up when he caught sight of you made your heart
swell in your chest. He stood and you rushed over to him, falling into his
embrace without a word. He nestled his cheek into your hair and gripped you
tightly around the waist. “I’ve missed you so much.”
You breathed him in and whispered that’d you’d missed him
too, before kissing him tenderly.
“Guys, come on. PDA much?” Harry laughed.
You pulled away smiling, and without taking your eyes from
Fionn’s you replied, “You can fuck right off Harry. I think you can deal with
it as you did such a crap job of keeping our relationship secret.”
Harry chuckled somewhat guiltily as Fionn winced. “You know
about that then?”
You nodded, entirely failing to be angry. “It’s okay, I don’t
mind. I’d rather not have people nosing about into our lives, but it comes with
the job, right? And if the world knows I love you… well, that’s not so bad, is
He smiled and leant down towards your lips, “No, it’s not so
bad.” He held you close and kissed you, proving how much he loved you.
It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.
We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.
“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.
“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”
“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”
I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.
“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”
“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.
A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.
Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.
“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.
But there was nothing to forgive.
Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.
He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.
“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.
“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.
“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”
“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”
“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.
“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”
“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”
Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?
I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.
“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”
I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.
Matilda: I’m pretty sure we all met in kindergarten, right?
Tori: Yep… And we didn’t really become friends in the most… civil manner.
Matilda: What do you-
Matilda: Ohh… Right. I remember.
Tori: Wasn’t too pretty…
Tori: Kindergarten, mid-year, I joined the class and I was the new kid. Ell was really nice and approached me. I was super shy as a kid so that was nice of her. We were talking about puppies when I saw Tamara in the corner of my eye. She wasn’t happy for some reason.
Matilda: Oh no…
Tori: Turns out, Tamara was super upset because Ell was hanging out with me instead of her. She was a jealous little kid.
Matilda: Ohh no…
Tori: After Ell introduced me to Tam, she walked away from us but soon returned with a pencil.
Tori: So.. Do you know where this is going?
Matilda: Ohhh n- No actually, where is this going?
Tori: She stabbed me with a pencil.
Matilda: Oh… Ouch.
Tori: YEAH OUCH! That hurt! It was one of the worst pains in my life! AND FOR WHAT? Just because I was talking to Ell!
Matilda: Oh wait! I remember, now. I was watching the whole thing from afar! It got pretty bloody.
Tori: Yeah… But then Ell yelled at her and Tam went to cry in a corner for 12 minutes. As for me.. Well, I had to live with this stupid mark my whole life.
Tori: Unfortunately, it never went away after that incident.
Matilda: Damn, Tamara was a savage. But wait, what happened after?
Tori: What do you mean?
Matilda: You didn’t answer the question? How did we become friends?
Tori: I don’t know, we just did.
Matilda: Huh, I guess stabbing people with pencils does form friendships.
Joshua lets out a frustrated sigh as his fingers slowly tap along his keyboard. His notes of spoilers were spread out all over his desk, all scribbled with side notes. Pencils and highlighters were sprawled out as well. The wall before him had multiples sticky notes stuck to it, highlighting key points. He leans back in his chair, pulling himself away from his laptop.
He was having a rough day. Nearly everything he wrote ended up deleted. Nothing was coming out right and it was bugging him.
So far, he could only get one full page and he had been working since the morning.
Joshua reaches over for his coffee but realizes that there’s nothing left in the mug. With a grunt, he pushes his chair out and leaves his bedroom. He goes downstairs and into the kitchen to get his refill. As he pours the dark beverage into his mug, there’s a knock at the door.
His brows knit together as he sets down the pot of coffee.
Joshua wasn’t expecting any guests and it shouldn’t be his editor either.
It also couldn’t be a guest of either Seungcheol or Jeonghan because they both were at work.
There’s another round of knocking and Joshua paces from the kitchen to the front door. When he opens up, he’s surprised to see you standing on his front step.
Yuuri wraps his arms around Victor’s middle and squeezes tight. The cold from the rink is seeping into his bones and he relishes in the warmth Victor radiates. “You can.”
“It’s been so long,” he muses quietly, voice solemn. He drags the toe of his blade against the ice and lets his head droop. “And I’m so old.”
“You’re thirty-five; I hardly consider that old,” Yuuri laughs, but it’s truncated and forced. He understands what Victor’s talking about, of course. After thirty, a skater’s body has been through hell and back, and performing is such a feat. The jumps that used to be like climbing hills are now like scaling mountains, and injury is always on the horizon. It’s why Victor decided to retire after his one competitive season skating with Yuuri; it’s why Yuuri’s retiring now, at the ripe age of thirty-one. There’s too much risk. He almost broke his ankle at this year’s Grand Prix from a bad fall. The injury ended up only being a sprain, fixed with a week off the ice, but the doctor said it was a close call and he shouldn’t be attempting quad flips at his age.
Funny enough, it wasn’t until that moment when Yuuri opened his eyes and looked around at his competitors. He’s always had a hefty amount of stamina; it’s what’s kept him going this long, but somewhere along the line he became ancient, competing against men half his age, some not even old enough to be considered men. All of his old competition had tapped out, one by one; Chris, followed by Mikey and Emil, JJ soon after. Leo and Guang-Hong and Senguil and Phichit, they all went back to their studies, or were sick of being in the spotlight, or in Phichit’s case, won several gold medals before deciding that he really wanted to be a doctor. Now only Minami and Yuri remained from his youthful days, young bodies filled out and grown.
It became incredibly clear that his time on the ice, at least competitively, was up. He announced his upcoming retirement the day after the Grand Prix Final, and vowed to make everyone proud in his last season, saying that he would end his career in the fiercest way possible.
And he has. Gold from Nationals and the Four Continents were added to his ever-growing collection, lined up next to Victor’s impressive pile in their bedroom closet. Now it’s time for Worlds, his last competition, and he wants to go out with a bang.
Which requires Victor’s help, if he can get over his fear of being back on competitive ice.
“What if I drop you?” Victor questions, eyebrow raised in chargin. “I don’t want your last exhibition to be ruined.”
Yuuri knocks his shoulder into Victor’s and smiles as lovingly as he can. “I trust you,” he says quietly. “You won’t let me down.”
Victor wrings his hands together and avoids Yuuri’s gaze. He’s still kicking up ice, leaving a mark he knows Nishigori will complain about later, looking almost…afraid?
“Vitya? Are you…scared?”
When Victor doesn’t respond, it’s all the answer Yuuri needs.
“Vitya,” Yuuri says, skating backwards so he can get a full look at Victor’s nervous form. “I know it’s been awhile since you’ve performed publically-”
“Five years,” he interjects.
Yuuri nods. “Five years, but you’re still a living legend. You can do this; you just have to believe in yourself.”
Victor smiles slightly and lets out a soft laugh. “That sounds like what Yakov used to tell me when I was young.” He falls quiet again and brings his eyes up to meet Yuuri’s. “What if I go out there and make a fool out of myself? I can’t do the jumps I used to be able to do. People will notice.”
“Notice what? That you’re human?” Yuuri asks. He places a hand on Victor’s shoulder and skates in closer, bringing their foreheads together. “I can’t skate the way I used to either. It’s called growing up,” he says quietly, then quickly pecks a kiss on Victor’s lips. “We’re already downgrading some of the jumps. I can’t do a quad flip at my age either. Just…trust me, okay?”
Victor loses some of his tension and grins. “That I can do,” he replies quickly, then skates away so that he’s standing on the outskirts of the rink. “I don’t know how well I’ll do, but let’s try.” He picks up his phone from where it’s resting on the boards, thumb scrolling until it pauses over a song. He presses the button, and soon enough a familiar, long forgotten tune begins drifting through the rink.
Stammi Vicino rings out and Yuuri pulls himself into his opening pose. The soft cry of the violin seeps through his bones as he begins his first movements- a lift of the head, a raise of his arm, a glide of his skates. He flies easily into his triple axel and lands with ease, the hiss of the ice beneath his feet mixing in with the notes above. He falls into the beginning of a step sequence and into another jump- this one a double toe loop- before he glances over and finds Victor by his side, nervous smile flitting across his mouth.
Yuuri shoots him a reassuring head nod as they begin their routine. It’s still second nature, even after all these years, and suddenly Yuuri feels like he’s twenty-four again, skating this with Victor after his second place finish at the Grand Prix Final. Their movements are easy going- Victor’s hand on his waist, Yuuri’s fingers clutching Victor’s. Once they get into the thrum of the routine, there is none of Victor’s earlier hesitation. They fly into side-by-side triple flips, then into a series of dips and turns. Victor’s face is utterly elated, eyes shining bright, teeth flashing behind his lopsided grin. Yuuri smiles back too as they fall into their last jump- a quadruple salchow- and lets out a yell when they both land it perfectly. They cling to each other as finish out the rest of their routine, and when the notes fade into the background and silence erupts around them.
“We did it!” Victor exclaims.
“We did,” Yuuri replies back, “We-ump!”
“That was amazing,” Victor cuts him off by pulling Yuuri into his chest. “I haven’t felt that good in years!”
“Vitya…you’re crushing me,” Yuuri mutters into the fabric of Victor’s shirt, lightly bracing his hands on Victor’s arms so he can push back. When he glances up, a red blush rises to his cheeks when he finds Victor looking at him with one of his brilliant, blooming smiles.
“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Victor says. “I can’t wait to perform this with you at the exhibition next week.”
Yuuri lights up like a thousand watt bulb. “Really? You’ll do it?”
Victor smiles. “It would be my honor to skate by the side of the five time World Championship gold medalist.”
“It’s only been four,” Yuuri mumbles under his breath.
“And after next week, it’ll be five. I know it.” Victor sighs contentedly and wraps his arm around Yuuri’s waist. “But you’ll need to be well rested before then. Want to go grab some food?”
Yuuri nods in response and lets Victor lead him off the ice. They take off their skates and head out to a local ramen shop they both love, and Yuuri listens as Victor talks excitedly about a poodle puppy he saw earlier in the day. His eyes trace Victor’s every movement throughout the night, listens to everything he talks about. And when they get back to their shared apartment and fall into bed, Yuuri nuzzles up against Victor’s chest and closes his eyes, whispering one last phrase into the air before he falls under.
“I love you, Vitya,” he mumbles into Victor’s collarbone.
What she means: Literally mike and harvey are soul mates/ it’s so fucking obvious from the v moment they meet/ i don’t care if you don’t ship them /even without any romantic or sexual facet to their relationship (yeah right) they complete each other in ways no one else ever could/ need each other in ways they’ve never needed anyone else/ they literally cannot quit each other/ i mean look at their goddamn faces/ those puppy dog eyes - no i’m not just talking about Mike/ i’m also talking about how Bro of All Time Harvey Specter needs this goofy, beautiful, brilliant kid more than his job or his image or his health and honestly, it just kind of hurts that I can’t run through the streets screaming about it.
"Please stop petting the test subjects." For Merlin please?
I’m not sure this is the context you were expecting, but I hope you like it anyway.
“She’s just gorgeous,” Hamish coos. He’s on his knees,
giving a very happy border collie a scratch behind the ears. “I love dogs.” He
kisses her on the nose, “Such a beautiful girl.”
The collie barks, her tongue lolling out. She flops
over, rolling onto her back so Hamish can rub her belly, and Hamish obliges.
She wiggles happily under his hand. He’s going to have dog hair all over him,
but he really doesn’t care.
From somewhere behind him, Merlin clears his throat, “Vivian?”
He pauses and looks back, “Yes, sir?”
“Please stop petting the test subject.”
Hamish straightens, getting to his feet and planting
himself (not defensively, he swears) between his mentor and the dog. “Test
Merlin has a very nasty looking needle in his hand,
and he gestures at Hamish with it, “An experimental project I’ve been working
on.” He whistles, and the collie rolls to her feet, trotting over to her master
and wagging her tail excitedly.
Hamish thinks he’s going to be sick. “What are you
going to do to her?”
Merlin pauses, the needle inches from the dog’s neck.
He sighs, “I’m not going to hurt her, boy. There’s no need to look at me like
that.” Under his breath, he mutters, “Damn puppy dog eyes.” Hamish assumes he’s
not talking about the collie. Merlin pats her side, “Miss Lucy here is being
outfitted with an experimental tracking device. I’m hoping, if it’s successful,
that we can use it on our agents in the field. Get a better idea of where they
are when they’re out on missions. Not to mention, it’s a lot harder to lose a
tracker that’s embedded in your body.”
“Oh.” That does sound helpful. And he trusts Merlin;
if his mentor says it won’t hurt Lucy, then he believes him.
Merlin gets a proper hold of Lucy, who whines as the
needle goes into her neck, but when he withdraws it he gives her a soothing
stroke and she pants happily and squirms around to lick his hand. Merlin looks
up at Hamish, “I told you, Kingsman only believes in the taking of one life to
“Yes sir,” Hamish says. “I just thought…”
“You thought I was going to kill my dog?”
Merlin’s lips quirk up into that familiar half smile,
“It’s still a life. And that you would defend it is admirable. This sort of
thinking, boy, is why you will make a great Merlin and not an agent. There’s no
chance you would have passed the dog test.”