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metamorpheus-blog1 · 8 years ago

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c h a r a c t e r + q u e s t i o n n a i r e

[ tw for: drug/alcohol use, death, mental illness ]

Holy shit, why the fuck is this so long

BASICS

Full name: Marcus Christopher Russo

Any nicknames?: Morpheus, Mark, Marky, Russ, plus a slew of unflattering nicknames from old Army buddies that belong solely to that group of people.

Age: 35

Birthday/Zodiac sign: May 9th, 1982 // Taurus. Marcus has a majority of the typical Taurus traits: practical, dependable, down to earth. Regardless of his line of work, this isn’t a guy with a hair-trigger temper or the type to get his rocks off on on the violence in what he does, though he does have a very grim self awareness of just what kind of person he has to be to excel without apology at this job. That sense of strong commitment that keeps him nailed down to assignments with single-minded dedication tends to be a double-edged sword in the way it can overwhelm pretty much everything else and push it to the side in favor of finishing the task at hand. He’s the type that really needs and values internal stability in himself and others, which is BIG when it comes to why his lack of it is so self destructive.

Height: 5′10. Taller guys, don’t talk shit.

Any tattoos, piercings?: 15 y/o Marcus had a bathroom + sewing needle variety of piercing in his left ear that has long since closed up and been forgotten. Cocky young recruit Marcus got the ‘onward to victory’ printed in neat stacked black script on his ribcage, right side, that he shares with three other recruits from his hometown (this phrase picked from several equally dramatic Big Damn Hero quotes they threw around, all freshly eighteen and very full of aspirations of being badasses), and under that, in ascending levels of freshness, are the month/year arrival and return dates for his three deployments. Deployment #1 has one small dot beside it, #3 has two, tallying those in his squadron ‘fallen in line of duty’, as much as he hates that term. There’s no ‘falling’ involved in an IED on the side of the road blasting you straight to hell but - ! Marcus’ bitterness internalized again, we move on to, of course, this classic number on his left forearm.

FAVORITES

Sound: He likes NYC’s urban flavor of white noise. Anything repetitive without harshness to it: wind chimes, a clock ticking, steady rain. Back when he used to live on the coast in South Carolina, Marcus went in for all those soothing beach sounds, but the bustle on the city streets has its own charm against waves and seagulls.

Color: Marcus lives in washed out colors, closer to neutrals, with a side of beige and olive green. Even his black is a little less harsh, like a t shirt that’s still being worn years after it’s faded and started collecting holes. His mind is all vibrant orange though, that Mad Max sandstorm orange, Norah’s orange when he thinks of her every time he peels a tangerine, that kind of desert orange that’s still stuck on him after all these years -- even if in the scope of his service, six years in the real world isn’t very long at all.

Person: He won’t forgive himself if he says Artemis. That’s too much responsibility to put on her shoulders. So maybe not favorite, but most important? That’s pretty hefty too. Whatever it is, Sunny’s calming influence on this guy can’t be overstated.

Memory: BCT, or basic training. Now listen, a lot of basic is really really shitty. Shitty food, shitty schedule, shitty exercise, the same shitty drills over and over and over every day. You get tear gassed in basic training. You sweat harder than you’ve ever sweat in your life and you go to bed at night absolutely exhausted. But BCT was the first time Marcus actually saw his future falling into place in a way he could be proud of, when he started to figure out his strengths and advance, and where he found people he could relate to and build friendships with. Really, with that in mind, he’d happily take the shitty food again.

Place: Lmfao his apartment, messy as he and it are on the inside. Always good to have a good secure place to come back to. Weirdly enough though, he is also pretty comfortable with/fond of the Westside Dock, just because of the sheer amount of time he spends camped out there supervising deals from a distance just in case anything goes wrong. Zeus would’ve kept him parked plenty busy on his main trade, but Hades spreads Marcus over more varied tasks, which is what’s led to his familiarity with every boat, rooftop, and shipping container in that yard. He used to frequent the Warehouse with weekly regularity for the good live music, but understandably some work disagreements have rendered that a no-go zone.

Vice: He’s got the holy trio of Drugs, Booze, and Cigarettes going on, but in light of Madi’s favorite vice mini-meme I’m going to go with his complete lack of any sort of positive coping mechanisms or drive to start trying to develop them. Marcus’ constant self-reassurance is ‘it could be so much worse stop being a whiny bitch’, even the very middle of a panic attack, so shout out to that toxic suck-it-up type of masculinity the Army cultivates along with an unhealthy dose of ‘mental illness isn’t that extreme’ mentality. Keep tellin yourself that, bud.

HAVE THEY EVER…

Been in love?: Yes, in both the high school puppy variety and his one experience in slow-burning, real n’ deep adult love.

Done drugs?: Oh yeah, and a pretty big variety. Marcus’ hard limit is anything requiring a needle, he knows just how easy it is to fall headlong into addiction with something that potent. Most of his heaviest various drug use was high school and right after his discharge, but he’s settled into a routine of pot whenever the opportunity shows itself and the rare bump of cocaine when he really really needs it. The latter tends to allow him to get what he needs done done, but it understandably sends his mental state straight to shit in the fallout, not to mention it’s an expensive for a picker-upper. Cocaine is down as something that happens a handful of times a year, maybe. Doing a line is, in his mind, a lot less extreme than shooting something up straight to your veins. Marky’s pretty willfully blind to the fact that something you snort can be just as addictive as something you inject.

Killed someone?:

Marcus isn’t really keeping track of that number anymore. There’s a lot of the emotional part of his psyche that gets turned off for this process -- it’s not a person, it’s not murder, it’s a mission, you get it done clean and fast and you get out. Never think of a mark as an individual, complex human being. You’re screwed the second you do.

Betrayed someone’s trust?: Not on the scale of large deceptions. Eurydice might just count, positive and unsuspecting enough as their interactions were before Cronus’ order came down and Marcus had a hit to carry out. But, he reasons, it is the mob. Their definition of trust stands on shaky ground. And thinking that, it’s hard for him to resist the urge to just laugh at how malformed his morality has gotten these past few years.

Had their heart broken?: I mean, yeah, but he did it his damn self and he still thinks it was the right thing. Ending the engagement would never hurt as much as going through with it and waking up twenty years down the road, miserably unhappy. Norah is the closest he’s ever gotten to feeling truly understood but shackling her to his troubled ass would only bog her down and foster a resent towards him he could honestly never hypothetically blame her for feeling. We’ll call it heart break in the name of the greater good.

Lost someone?: Everyone in the combat zone has a story about losing someone, but Marcus never felt his squad buddies were so close to him he had that kind of ownership over their lives to say they were someone he’d ‘lost’. No close family members dead either, Norah might be something closer to loss if their split hadn’t been his choice. So no, there’s no one he’s mourning, just some still strangely vacant spaces in his mental roster and more than enough persistent ghosts left in his memories.

DO THEY…

Have any pets?: Nope, though he is very firmly a dog person.

Have a family they still talk to?: Yes, but he’s not overly fond of doing it, #1 Son of the Year. Maria and Randy are still firmly parked in Newburgh and it’s honestly just depressing to him to call home and visualize them sitting in the same shitty house on the same shitty couch living the same aimless repetitive lives.

Have a best friend?: It’s tempting to say Artemis again, real tempting in the kneejerk way, but he’s got way too much insecurity around their relationship and how much pressure his problems can put on a person once they’re close enough to know about them to weigh her down with best friend, if that’s even the phrase for what their relationship is. He’s not about to try and compete with the likes of Apollo and Dionysus either, not when he knows how much they both mean to her.

Want to get married and/or have kids?: Oh boy. Well, there’s a difference between wanting it and actually pursuing it. Marcus is of the give-your-kids-a-better-life-than-you mentality and he doesn’t think he could do that now that he’s pretty deep in an illegal lifestyle. As for marriage, we all know about his track record with that.

Want to leave?: He might, if he had any idea of where else he could go without immediately falling into the mental Pit of Despair. NYC has pretty much everything keeping him somewhat together.

THIS OR THAT?

CALL OR TEXT; texting is convenient but there’s too much in tone and word choice left up for interpretation and it can turn into a liability when he’s got time-sensitive information he needs to know. Marcus almost always calls, especially if it’s about a job; texting is for sharing contact information or an address, or more casual ‘off-duty’ plans.

WEALTH OR LOYALTY; loyalty wins out, but just barely. Wealth is mighty tempting to someone who’s never had it, but at the same time, he’s never had it. When it comes down to choosing one or the other, wealth is the one he’s most capable of living without (no matter how sweet it would be to have). There’s the added fact that genuine excessive wealth makes him almost uncomfortable?? There’s the conspicuous feeling off a sign taped to his back that tells more bougie people ‘this man considers Kraft the superior kind of cheese’ and that’s not gonna change if he suddenly pulls the winning lotto ticket at the minimart below his apartment.

LOVE OR LUST; not that Marcus is some heartbroken cynic cruising bars every night, but lust is easy and manageable and the occasional one night stand gets lost in the big city without any of those pesky loose ends; it’s been six years and the soreness of parting ways with Norah isn’t so fresh he feels her absence like he did first time he went home with a girl in NYC. He’s not about to entertain any fantasies of romance. The pool of people with shared life experience, or at least similar enough experiences to understand, is... small, to say the least. Why rope some poor unsuspecting soul into his personal whirlpool of bullshit?

5 FRIENDS OR 100 ACQUAINTANCES; that’s a lot closer to his situation now, Marcus doesn’t tend to accumulate close friends, or at least semi-purposefully he doesn’t. He’s good at that kind of (surprisingly) pleasant, simple interaction that tends to fix a version of himself in people’s minds that doesn’t invite further speculation or questions (though if you ask, he’ll nine times out of ten be an open book). What you see with Mark is what you get, unless you stumble into or purposefully try for something deeper.

SUMMER OR WINTER; you’d think summer, considering Marcus’ open air approach to his apartment (though that’s more of a claustrophobia thing than anything else), but he finds winter a lot more manageable and he’s had more than enough time in the Middle East to properly enjoy heat, even though going outside when it’s warm and he isn’t wearing 60 pounds of gear is a little treasure in itself. People are easier to track during winter too, their patterns are more predictable, there’s less roaming outside when it’s fuckin cold.

OTHERS:

Wanted plots/connections: will be linked soon!

#;about #olympustalk #why did this take so long? why did i write so much? we just don't know #also aside i love how tatted up most of the characters are what a treat

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just-jordie-things · 8 years ago

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Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present... fifteen. the wedding. the blowout. boom. here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly. but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so. thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot. and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series. u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing

warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area. A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids. Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit. I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said. She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep. Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish. She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows. She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again. There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it. She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name. I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying. “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl. Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand. But she walked away from the door anyways. “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses. I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly. I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh. I put my hand on the closed doorknob. I took in a deep breath, and opened it. Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.

“y/n”

“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say. It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head. “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered. He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright. How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was. He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him. But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does. To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said. Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.

“What?”

‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly. “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face. I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied. Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie. I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly. “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone. “I have to get back to my bride now. She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly. “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times. He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him. I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door. When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look. I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad. I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam. Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said. He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked. I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned. I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly. Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude. I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled. Oops. “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said. “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up. “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys. And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on. I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned. He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him. “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite. This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever's even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me. I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised. Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. At the moment anyways. I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course. I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no. At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway. I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her. y/n and Allison really did a good job. She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back. Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it. It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly. “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further. “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room. It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up. When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned. Only to find four pairs of eyes on me. “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said. I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me. “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope. “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long. She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said. He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said. “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance. I still had a chance. With y/n, with Madi. I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little. y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over. Behind us, Lydia and Mason. Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask. Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said. I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac. Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand. Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do. She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck. Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon. “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one. What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically. Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily. “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force. You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight. You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding. Do. You. Under. Stand?”

Liam looked petrified. But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile. When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away. She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play. Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors. Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be. I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear. Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks. She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me. “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps. I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces. A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye. They were all standing, staring at us. I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk. My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly. We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us. When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling. A few moments later, we’d arrived. Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter. Scott smiled to each of us. I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me. Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly. She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle. He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly. She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways. She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews. Until she reached us. SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi�� I whispered back, waving gently as well. She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience. Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door. I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up. He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head. I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle. When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder. It was a sweetheart neckline. The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup. She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on. Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded. He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her. She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly. “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you. Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that. “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted. To be together, to stay together. You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles. “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time. Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear. And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people. “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat. I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear. You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working. It’s so noble of you. I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it. I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked. “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment. “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs. “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart. I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked. Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi. She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her. But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well. I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison. “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone. Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his. Their first kiss as a married couple. I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers. Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five. I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt. He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi. But I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned. I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst. Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could. But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles. He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move. Just stood there staring at me. He seemed… disappointed. “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her. She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around. The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me. “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her. “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth. Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said. Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles. All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier. It was permanently engraved into my mind. I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head. I didn't know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently. “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn't okay. I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don't we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot. Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds. I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn't see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia. Her brows knit together, and I knew that she'd pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.

I don't know why I wasn't having fun, it was a party, you're supposed to have fun. Its natural instinct. But I also didn't feel the need to try to have fun. The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on. Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride. Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view. Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him. Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia. Given I asked her to sit here. I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me. Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having. London, they were going to London. I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones. It made me sick to the stomach. How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment. I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here. My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne. I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways. The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke. The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites. The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it. I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there. Forever. But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever. So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous. Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song. I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn't register anything very well. That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could. “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour. “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand. “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room. Yes, yes I did. But I wasn’t going to say that to her. If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken. I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist. He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door. The cool night air felt good when we went outside. I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in. I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady. I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent. Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke. “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly. I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else. “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.

“y/n-”

“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words. Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way. I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle. “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it. Oh how my blood boiled. I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving. Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head. But there was still that small spark of hope. Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face. This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside. When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me. It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long. Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski. Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.

I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour. This was a new record. I mentally high fived myself and missed. Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes. While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity. I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne. I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles. I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan. They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles. My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest. At least someone was enjoying themselves. And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a matter of seconds. I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends. He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor. As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall. I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip. He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others. His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand. He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.

“Hey-!”

“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing. Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers. I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi. I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter. “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face. To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room. But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out. He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned. But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass. I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered. SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg. “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here. The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat. But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed. Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him. I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it. It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him. He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”

“Nope”

We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door. Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion. One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly. Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly. I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here. I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don't you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance. I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle. She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off. I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly. I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him. “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head. My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly. “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths. “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways. “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss. Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine. “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried. Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n. Because there is no one better. But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was. Because I wasn’t him. I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you. I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it. “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac. That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured. He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced. His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck. Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently. “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff. I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little. “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands. I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor. A few feet away from our married friends. His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand. I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing. I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly. “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile. I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly. He held me close and it was just a nice silence. I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace. Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was. And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle. I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head. I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly. His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back. A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily. I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels. I waved them off to go dance. I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands. She was giggling as he danced all around wildly. I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water. Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people. When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner. I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks. “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider. Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around. Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was. “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.

I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room. Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor. Stiles grinned and nodded his head. I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again. “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn't expect him to be standing right there. “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she's sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear. I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders. Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You're sure… she's asleep?” I asked between breaths. He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered. I pushed him back and in seconds he'd lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows. My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further. Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties. But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss. His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh. It wasn't so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other's mouths. He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress. His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist. I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms. I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.

To say I was out of breath would be an understatement. To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well. Now I get why some people say you won't be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt. Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest. His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin. We'd been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She's having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air. I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn't think you'd be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I'll have to be Madi's favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “She'll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head. “You're crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine. I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded. I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes. I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for. Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok... it’s... it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here. Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

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love you ~ jordie

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The 100 Season 7 Episode 14 Review: A Sort of Homecoming

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This THE 100 review contains spoilers

The 100 Season 7 Episode 14

Traditionally on television, a character dies as a surprise at the end of one episode, and is memorialized in the following one. The 100 doesn’t have that kind of time. Bellamy gets a few minutes in the beginning and some scattered moments throughout the rest of the episode, but that’s about it. It’s disappointing after the bizarre way The 100 chose to kill off its leading man. Octavia saying a funeral prayer for her brother that Lincoln taught her rings true and was a nice way to tie back in some of the show’s history and honor Lincoln and Ricky Whittle’s contribution. But why isn’t everyone observing some form of funeral for Bellamy? Gabriel’s death was moving, but it also reinforced how strangely emotionally disconnected Bellamy’s was, since it didn’t feel like the character Bellamy was even on the show.

Octavia admitting that the old Bellamy, that one that would do anything for his baby sister and the people he loved, would understand why Clarke shot the person endangering Madi, felt like the first authentic bit of Bellamy on the show in at least a year. It feels strange for Octavia to immediately accept what Clarke tells her because O never immediately accepts anything, but O is right that her brother was already gone. It just feels completely out of step with the Blake sibling code to accept that information. Everything they’ve ever done for each other has been about going against all odds, to bring each other back from the brink – or beyond. It’s hard to imagine a world in which Octavia accepts that her brother cannot be saved, unless she saw what Clarke saw, with her own two eyes. And even then, O would have found a way. Her brother, her responsibility.

Chuku Modu and Gabriel brought so much to The 100. It’s hard for a new character to break into a show with characters as tightly bonded as this, with a fandom so incredibly loyal, but Gabriel played an important part. Beyond the wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey science babble, he brought a genuine curiosity and a real sense of humanity that so few of the characters seemed to have left anymore. In spite of being over 200 years old, he still valued human life and didn’t see his as any more valuable than anyone else’s. That at least makes his death make sense – at a certain point, it ceases to make sense for someone who doesn’t believe in prolonging his life to keep making it out of increasingly improbably scrapes.

As a man of science, longevity, and philosophy, Gabriel held others to account, whether that meant Sanctum and its Primes, Cadogan and his bluster, or even some of our heroes for how jaded they had become. Like another new character, Jordan, his connection to his relatives and his culture was a strength, and made it laughably clear when he was speaking from some place real and they were merely bloviating, like when he shared the story of his grandmother having her water shut off with Cadogan.

I’ll miss both the character and the actor who portrayed him immensely. While Gabriel was an honorable man and a fighter who absolutely would go down swinging to protect someone else, it doesn’t feel great to have two men of color die in two episodes in a row. This episode included a deft mention of Lincoln that nonetheless serves as a reminder of how The 100 treats men of color – on screen and off. Certainly this is the point in the season and series where characters will drop like flies, but especially on a show with a spotty record that purports to do better, it’s worth noting.

One major issue takes away from what could otherwise be a strong episode: how did they not even bother to make any kind of plan for the fact that someone invisible was in their midst? At no point did they try to communicate stealthily, cover him in dust or sand, lock down movement etc. It takes what should be a taut, suspenseful episode and turns it into something cheaper, since the writers didn’t bother to cross all their t’s, leaving the audience with the distraction of the headscratcher. It feels especially ridiculous since after they’ve dealt with invisible foes in previous episodes.

There’s a big question here that no one asked or seems interested in asking: how is this possible? How is earth ok? Are they at a different time in its history? What is going on and why don’t any of the characters seem to care, even Gabriel, who always cares about this?

The relationship between Hope and Jordan is nice enough, and the actors’ charm manages to make it work in spite of how obvious it is for the only two people in that age bracket to get together, Becho shippers be damned. Far more interesting was Echo and Niylah’s interaction, and frankly Niylah’s whole vibe. Niylah went through a lot in the bunker as well, though it’s been far less examined up until now, and even as she drank herself into a stupor at the memories of it, no one seemed all that interested in asking her about it. Echo, meanwhile, finally opened up about her real identity, perhaps only because she was speaking to someone so drunk she could pretend Niylah wouldn’t remember the next day. But it feels like no coincidence that they were scene partners.

Once again, Indra battles Sheidheda and it’s filmed nonsensically, depriving us of the satisfaction of seeing what’s actually happening, focusing instead on Madi’s face and whirling motion. I wish the direction had the confidence in the fight choreo and the stunt work to simply hold the camera still for a few shots and let us actually see this epic battle between this evil and these two fierce women, who lost their forbears and comrades to him long ago and again so recently.

As always, Octavia and Indra, separate but especially together, are the strength of this show. It’s devastating to think it’s really been ten years for O since she’s seen Indra. Indra coming out to keep watch alongside her second, her heda, her adopted daughter, is one of the best scenes The 100 has ever given us. Indra says directly what so few have ever admitted: they were all responsible for what happened in that bunker. Indra has always been a great character, but her growth in the last few seasons has been so lovely to watch, and no episode shows it quite like this one. She tells Octavia they’ll face their demons together, she fights to protect what is essentially her granddaughter, and she finally finds a way to tell Gaia, her seda (teacher), how much she loves and admires her.

Other notes…

I love unimpressed with Cadogan Sheidheda is and that he knows far more than Cadogan gave him credit for. Sheidheda is evil, but it’s still fun to watch Cadogan be dressed down

“Now you have to live with that. I don’t want that for you!” Madi sounds more like the parent with this line. Here’s hoping we see this teased out.

It’s Not Great that Jackson and Miller don’t kiss hello or really get physical on screen. We see them hug and then we see them in bed next to each other, but they don’t just have a real kiss or the sort of slowmo fade away love scene that’s been afforded to basically every other couple on the show.

The trigedaslang prayer Octavia said for Bellamy is some Second Dawn “from the ashes, we will rise” BS

I’d like to submit this episode as evidence for why Murphy, Raven and Emori should be in a poly relationship, please and thank you.

“We are who we choose to be, and we don’t owe anyone our pain” Damn Niylah! I’ve been missing drunk girl real talk since there’s a pandemic on, but this’ll do.

Flashback to the fighting pits gave us the chance to see Kane, Bellamy and Blodreina

When did Sheidheda have time to get a tattoo?

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Like She’s Mine (part thirteen) - Stiles Stilinski

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst again i’m back baby word count: 2735

[two months later, april break]

“I like this one” Allison said as she chewed on her licorice.

“Lemme see” I leaned over the kitchen table, peering onto her magazine. She pointed to a long white gown with a sweetheart neckline. It was slightly bejeweled, and the model wearing it had a long veil attached to a crown.

“I like the strapless idea” She said, yanking off a part of her licorice and chewing with a smile.

“Heels?”

“Definitely”

“Nice”

And with that, I went back to scrolling on my phone and eating my cereal. We’d been looking through magazines and books and pinterest for all of these cute wedding ideas. From places to rent, decorations to have, people to invite, shoes, dresses, tuxes. My favorite part was that I was her maid of honor, and Madi was her flower girl.

“So I’m thinking a bouquet of blue roses. Something unique with traditional ties, you know?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah that’d be cute. Maybe a few white in there too” Her mouth made an ‘o’ and her eyes widened.

“Ooh, yeah, I like that” She pointed a finger at me shaking it excitedly as she rushed up to the counter. She picked up her notebook, labeled wedding plans, and opened it up to her final checklist page. I watched as she neatly wrote down the flowers she needed. Right now, all that was written down there were the bridesmaids and and groomsmen.

It consisted of Lydia, myself, and two girls Allison met in college who were together, named Kira and Malia. I’d sort of met them, one time they stopped into Lou’s. I would recognize them, but I couldn’t tell you much about them.

Scott had chosen Stiles to be his best man, which was no surprise. He also had his friends Liam, Mason, and Isaac. I didn’t know any of them, I hadn’t even met them.

“Hey guys” Stiles called as he walked into the kitchen. I grinned over at him as he set grocery bags onto the counter.

“Hi Stiles” He walked over to me and kissed my head sweetly before going into the living room. He instantly began to play with Madi and I went back to scrolling through wedding things on my phone. “Bubbles or rice?”

“Bubbles. Most definitely bubbles. They’re so much cuter and I read this article that the rice is actually bad for the birds…” This went on for another hour, until it was the late afternoon and I was sitting on the couch watching tv. Allison was still looking through her magazine, and Stiles was putting Madi to bed for her nap.

“Stiles” He walked out, and I held my arms out to him. He chuckled and walked over to me, lifting me up with ease, and sitting on the couch below me, setting my on his lap. I smiled and snuggled against him.

“Baby I missed you today” He said, and I nodded, folding my arms against his chest.

“I missed you today too” I replied softly. “You were gone a while” I curled up more, getting impossibly closer to him. “But thank you for grocery shopping” He nodded, rubbing my back.

“No problem”

“Will you stay overnight tonight?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. He smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah yeah of course” He said gently, and kissed my nose. I giggled and crinkled it up a little.

“Hey guys we gotta figure out colors for the dresses and the groomsmen's bow ties” Allison said, walking out to us and sitting on the couch. Her notebook and magazine in hand.

“How about pink?” Stiles asked.

“Gross no” Allison and I replied at the same time. He pretended to be wounded.

“I was thinking a deep blue… or green maybe?”

“Blue. Blues pretty” I said, and she took a bite as she looked over the different shades the magazine had to offer.

“Yeah… yeah I’ll show Scott” She said, uncapping and writing on her arm. ask scott about blue.

“Al no need to stress, you’ve got until July” I said, reaching out to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Really, allow yourself a break”

“Thanks y/n, but I work in a flower shop. It’s on my mind all the time”

“Well of course it is Alli. You’re marrying your high school sweetheart, even I’m thinking about it twenty four seven” I said laughing slightly, and I got off of Stiles’ lap. He made a pout but I pretended not to see as I pulled open a drawer in the entertainment center. I took out a photo book, and sat back on the couch, in between the both of them.

“I forgot I made that for you” Allison chuckled as I skimmed through pictures. Her Scott Stiles Lydia and I took up most of the slots. At amusement parks or shopping trips. I stopped on the page I was looking for and showed her. On one side was her and Scott, all dressed up for Prom. He was kissing her cheek and she was smiling wide with a blush as the photo was snapped.

“Look at you guys” I said, and she held the book slightly, her fingers brushing over the protective sleeve the picture was held in.

“Weird to think that was over two years ago…” She sighed. “I feel old”

“Al, you just turned twenty one. You’re not that old”

“Yeah. And if you’re old that makes the rest of us old too so watch it” Stiles said, swatting her head. She went to throw her fist at him but I caught her wrist and gave her a look. She groaned and set her arm back down.

“Point is, you’re my OTP, Al. And it’s you and Scott, seriously. You could have a huge wedding in a beautiful church, or a jeans and tee shirt one in my doorway. I will be just as excited for you, I’ll still cry, and you’ll still get cake smashed into your face” Allison chuckled at me but smiled genuinely.

“Thanks y/n” I nodded. “Also it’s gonna be outside. And beautiful”

“You’ve decided on the outside thing?” I asked.

We spent another half hour discussing the scenery of her chosen area of wedding. Poor Stiles fell asleep next to me. His head lying on the back of the couch.

Scott came over later on, and he was going to hang with us for a while, but I guess he had a long day at the clinic. Yeah, I can’t believe he’s still part time working there either. It didn’t work out well tonight, seeing that both Madi and Stiles were passed out, I only wanted to eat dinner, and Allison was on the edge of her seat waiting to tell him all about her ideas for their wedding. So they pretty much said their goodbyes for the day. When I’d waved and shut the door, I wandered back to the kitchen, reheating some leftovers and eating while standing at the kitchen counter.

This, this is the life of a single mother.

When I finished, I went back to my room, pulling out a throw blanket and grabbing two pillows from my room. I checked to make sure Madi was still sleeping, kissing her forehead then making my way back to the couch. I picked up Stiles’ head, putting one pillow under him, and setting my other one on his lap. I laid across him and pulled the blanket up. A few seconds after he shifted, and his arm wrapped over me.

“Sorry for waking you up” I said softly, but he didn’t reply. Just scooted me over slightly, and laid on his side. I rolled over, nuzzling my face in is shirt. Neither of us were even in pajamas. It wasn’t even nine o’clock. But I didn’t care.

Stiles kissed my forehead and his arm tightened around me. “I love you” I looked up to him, and he opened his eyes, just a little bit. We’d never said that before. But I smiled at him and kissed him sweetly. He hummed and brushed my hair softly with his fingers.

“I love you too Stiles” I whispered back. He smiled at me and buried my face into the crook of his neck. “So much” My voice was muffled but he heard me because he let out a laugh. One of those heavy breathed ones through his nose.

“Mm” He pressed his lips to my head for a few seconds. “Goodnight y/n”

“Night”

We fell asleep like that on the couch.

I’m glad I woke up without a crick in my neck. I’m not as glad I woke up trapped in Stiles’ arms. I mean, yeah, I loved being with him and cuddling. The whole shebang was amazing. But not when my stomach was growling and I was in yesterday’s clothes

I tried everything, wiggling, squirming, even prying him off. But that just woke him up.

“Mmph y/n stop” Stiles mumbled, and held me closer.

“Stiles- I’m hungry” I whined.

“We can go out to Panera or something”

“Yeah that sounds goo-”

“Not now” I sighed as he tugged me harder.

“Stiles you’re suffocating-”

“Sh sh sh…” I just shook my head and laid there as he fell back asleep. But as soon as Madi’s baby monitor began producing crying sounds, he was shot up and I nearly fell off the couch. I actually did fall off. But Stiles was already in her room. I scrambled up off of the floor and raced into her room. “It’s okay, sh sh, it was just a dream, shh…” He turned and saw me and smiled a little. I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned on the crib post. Madi was still quietly crying in his arms, and he was just cooing to her.

“How do you do that so well?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“That. Calm her down so easily” He smiled at that.

“I don’t know I guess…” Stiles looked back down to Madi, tickling his finger under her chin and making her giggle.

“It’s cause she-” I was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

“Allison coming over today?” Stiles asked. I shook my head.

“No, is Scot?” He shook his head.

“Just cause I sleep here every night and eat three meals here doesn’t mean I live here” I rolled my eyes and chuckled, then pushed off the crib and walked out to the living room.

“Mama?” Madi called, and I head Stiles go back to his baby talking that made my heart flutter for an unknown reason. I reached the door and opened it, looking up from the handle to the visitor we had.

“Hey there y/n”

I closed the door in a second flat.

“y/n? Who is it?”

“No one”

“Well it was someone, who?”

“Nobody”

“y/n-”

“Drop it now Stiles while I’m not wanting to rip someone’s head off” He rolled his eyes and walked over to the door. “Stiles sto-”

“Who are yo-” Stiles’ eyes narrowed the second he saw Theo.

“Stiles? What the hell are you doing-”

“I’m sorry” Stiles put up a hand, finally someone got a sentence out. “I don’t like the language you’re using in front of my girl” He turned, handing Madi to me.

“Mommy!” She said excitedly as I rested her at my hip.

“Interesting Stilinski, seeing that she’s not, your girl. She’s actually mine, isn’t she?”

“Not as far as I’m concerned” I said, holding Madi a little tighter. Theo turned his head and raised a brow to me.

“Do a DNA test sweetheart. She’s mine”

“Alright cock twitch-”

“Stiles” I warned.

“Don’t even try y/n, tell him to leave” Theo raised a brow.

“Leave? But I just got here?” He said.

“y/n, tell him to go”

“Go ahead, tell me to go. But I’ll come by to visit my daughter”

“Theo, Theo just go” I said, walking forward and pushing him out of the door.

“You do realize y/n that I’m not an idiot, I’m coming back”

“Well you’re not today so get out” I said, and shut the door as soon as he was out in the hall. I could hear him growl, and stomp away. What a wuss.

“Thank God” Stiles breathed and leaned in to kiss me but I turned and walked off, still holding Madi. “y/n?” I went into Madi’s room, looking for something for her to wear today.

“Not right now Stiles, I have to get her ready for the day” I said monotone as I retrieved a poofy blue tutu and white long sleeved shirt with a bow on it. She was smiling at me as I brushed her hair and pinned a flower into it. “There you go pretty girl” Madi giggled happily as I lifted her again.

“Hey, did something happen?”

“No Stiles, I’m just busy. We’ve got lunch with Allison in an hour and a half”

“Do you need any-”

“Nope” I walked Madi back out to the living room, setting her on her blanket.

“Okay well do you need a ride into-”

“Nope, she’s picking us up” I replied, already walking back to my room in search for clothes to wear. But Stiles trailed right in after me.

“y/n will you just pause for a moment” I blew out air and spun on my heel to look at him.

“Well? I’m waiting?”

“Yeah? So am I? What just happened in the past ten minutes?”

“Stiles. What happened is, again, you got all alpha male!”

“Over Theo!?” He whisper screamed. I shook my head and went over to my closet. “y/n, that’s ridiculous, what right does he have to come barging in here-”

“Every right, every right Stiles. As much as I hate to admit it, he is her father”

“Oh yeah? Then where the hell-”

“He never knew Stiles, we can’t hold that against him!”

“We sure as hell can-!”

“Mama?” I looked down to where Madi was stood at the doorway behind Stiles.

“Not now baby- baby!” I shrieked excitedly, moving around Stiles to see where she stood. “You’re walking, she’s walking!” I was yelling and grinning as I kneeled down in front of her, holding my hands around her face.

“Mommy’s proud?” She asked, and I nodded, tears springing in my eyes.

“Yes she is, she’s very very proud” I said, brushing my hands through her hair, and adjusting her flower.

“Daddy proud?” Her finger pointed up at Stiles, and my face fell. I looked up to where he stood with his mouth agape.

“Yeah, yeah real proud of you kiddo” He ruffled her hair and quickly excused himself out of the room. Madi looked at me with a frown.

“Is Daddy upset?”

“No, no sweetie Stiles is fine” I assured, caressing her cheeks gently.

“Is Daddy lunch?” I chuckled barely at her inability to form proper sentences.

“No, it’s just us with Aunt Alli and Uncle Scott” I told her. Her little eyebrows furrowed.

“Why not Daddy?”

“Honey, that’s Stiles, his name is Stiles”

“Stiles?” I nodded. Again her brows furrowed and her lips curled down.

“Come on let’s walk out to the living room together” I said, and made my way slowly behind her as she toddled into the room. “Look, Stiles I’m sorry I snapped at-” I paused when I saw he wasn’t there. I quickly went over to the door and saw his shoes and jacket were gone too. On the small table, a piece of notebook paper was left.

Sorry that Madi had a deadbeat for a father and you’re blind enough to buy his act of caring for her. Trust me, he doesn’t. Whenever you wanna talk about it, if you even will, I’ll have my phone on me. Or you can just keep telling Madi that I’m just Stiles, and I’ll always be just Stiles, and laugh about it with Allison later.

Yours truly, Mieczyslaw

I ran my hands through my hair, tears falling uncontrollably.

“Mommy sad?’

“No Madi… no I’m fine” I said, snuffling and quickly rubbing my eyes. “Now, I have to go get dressed and then Alli will be here to get us, okay?” She nodded with a smile as I made my way back to my room.

Why do I always end up fucking everything up?

#depressedasf but y’all didn’t think i’d give you nice fluff forever right? nah it’s not in my nature. i like torture before the rainbows

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xoxo ~ jordie

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