Ficlet: Three Things You Love, Three Things You Hate (Part I)
Author: on_the_ground
Title: Three Things You Love, Three Things You Hate (Part I).
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Stiles and Jackson go on their first date even if they never called it that way.
Content Notes: Fluff, questions, cuteness, nobody is dead.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 955 words
Prompt: #198 - Politics
Author's Notes: To be continued. I love that this gave me the opportunity to pay homage to Eyewitness, one of my favorite shows ever. This is a flashback. It will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You." Unbetaed.
"Is this weird?" Stiles asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Just this. You know, being here, in this coffee shop, with me."
"No, it's not weird. Just different. Why, do you feel weird?" Jackson frowns.
"Of course I feel weird. It feels too... casual? Normal? I guess with us casual feels weird."
"No, that's you overthinking it. You think too much."
"Yeah, well, that's a problem I have ADHD, remember?"
"I know. I know that."
"Besides, I don't believe you. I don’t believe that for you sitting here with me feels so normal."
"Why not? We've been to cafeterias before... to the cinema...."
"We weren't alone in the cafeteria. And we didn't speak much in the cinema... so I'm not sure it should count. Plus, we weren't alone either."
"Okay, you suggested coming here and I'm here" Jackson waves his right arm. "So can you just try to relax and stop thinking about if this is weird or not?"
"I'll try, yeah..."
"You know what's weird, actually?" Jackson smirks.
"What?" Stiles asks confused.
"What did you do to your hair? Is that gel?" Jackson says trying not to smile but failing miserably.
"Yeah... it is." Stiles admits.
Jackson just smiles but doesn't say anything which only makes Stiles uncomfortable.
"What?" Stiles frowns.
"Nothing," Jackson shakes his head. "Just... I've never seen you using that shit before."
"So, you don't like it." It's a statement, not a question.
"It's not that I don't like it. It's that you don't need it. It isn't you." Jackson says.
"It isn't me?" Stiles.
"Stiles, you don't have to..." Jackson hesitates. "I mean, this is not..."
A date, Stiles thinks.
"What?" Stiles frowns.
"You don't need to change anything just because... you know, because we're here." Jackson finally says.
"Yeah, so you're telling me that you didn't think about what you were wearing before coming?"
"I always think what I'm wearing." Jackson smirks.
"Yeah," that's true, "okay, wrong example." Stiles admits.
"What I mean is that I already like you, so don't mess with your hair or start acting weird every time we go out because I'm the same guy... nothing has to change."
Stiles sighs. "Okay, fine." No gel, no change... "Whatever you say." Stiles says.
Jackson smiles. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know... whatever you want... except politics I guess," Stiles says, before having a sip of his strawberry milkshake.
"You're hilarious." Jackson shakes his head.
"You're not allowed to make fun of me, you know?"
"Really, since when is that?"
"Since you are supposed to like me and you don't want to hurt my feelings."
Jackson snorts. "Oh, come on, I didn't mean it like that and you know it."
"You know I've never been on a date before..."
"Ok, so, is this a date now?" Jackson says, raising his eyebrows.
"Isn't it?" Stiles asks, afraid that maybe he's fucked up calling it something that it isn't.
"You can call it whatever you want. What does it matter? We're hanging out, right?"
Stiles wants to say that it definitely matters to him because if it is a date, this is his first date and he wants to know when his first date was. But, at the same time, if Jackson is not ready to call it a date, he's not gonna push it either.
"Yeah," Stiles nods. "You're right, we are." In a place where nobody can see us or know who we are, but they are hanging out alone which is what matters.
"Ok." Stiles continues. "So, three things you love, three things you hate... go."
"What?" Jackson asks, confused for moment.
"I saw it on a show, okay? I thought it would help us to... you know... get to know each other better." Stiles says matter-of-factly.
"On a show?" Jackson says with disbelief, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, you know that thing called TV? With actors?"
Jackson just rolls his eyes dramatically.
"It worked out for them, okay? So... I thought it could work out for us too."
"Yeah, but you already know so much about me..."
"I know you love your Porsche and your expensive clothes... or playing lacrosse and swimming... but like the whole school knows that. I wanna knows things that you haven't told other people..."
"You mean Lydia..." Jackson raises his eyebrows.
"Not just Lydia, you know... other people..." Stiles insists.
Jackson bites his lip as he considers Stiles's words.
"You know I hated being a kanima. Not many people know that..."
"Yeah, well, the whole pack knows that, so I think it doesn't count either."
"Fine. So what do you want to know? I love hawaiian pizza..." Jackson offers.
"I already knew that, you've ordered it a thousand times."
"Okay. I need time to think, why don't you say something?" Jackson takes a sip and his coke and looks at Stiles.
"Fine... so, I love... I love your wolf eyes..."
"My wolf eyes?" Jackson smirks.
"Yeah."
"Not my human eyes?"
"Of course, I love your human eyes but you know, that electric blue is pretty dawn awesome."
"It doesn't bother you what they mean?" There's actual doubt in Jackson's voice, like he really doesn't know the answer.
"No, of course not. Because it wasn't you... That thing wasn't humanor a werewolf... so it wasn't you." Stiles hates that every time they touch this topic, he ends up having to reassure him that what happened wasn't his fault, but he'll keep doing it until Jackson finally gets it.
Jackson licks his lips but doesn't say anything.
"Okay, so, it's your turn..." Stiles waves his right arms.
"Yeah, okay... I love... I love hazelnut ice-cream." Jackson offers.
"Really?" Because Stiles had no idea.
"Yeah," Jackson nods "it's my favorite."
To be continued...
Title: Three Things You Love, Three Things You Hate (Part I).
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Stiles/Jackson
Character/s: Stiles, Jackson
Summary: Stiles and Jackson go on their first date even if they never called it that way.
Content Notes: Fluff, questions, cuteness, nobody is dead.
Warnings: None
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 955 words
Prompt: #198 - Politics
Author's Notes: To be continued. I love that this gave me the opportunity to pay homage to Eyewitness, one of my favorite shows ever. This is a flashback. It will be part of my series "All I Saw Was You." Unbetaed.
"Is this weird?" Stiles asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Just this. You know, being here, in this coffee shop, with me."
"No, it's not weird. Just different. Why, do you feel weird?" Jackson frowns.
"Of course I feel weird. It feels too... casual? Normal? I guess with us casual feels weird."
"No, that's you overthinking it. You think too much."
"Yeah, well, that's a problem I have ADHD, remember?"
"I know. I know that."
"Besides, I don't believe you. I don’t believe that for you sitting here with me feels so normal."
"Why not? We've been to cafeterias before... to the cinema...."
"We weren't alone in the cafeteria. And we didn't speak much in the cinema... so I'm not sure it should count. Plus, we weren't alone either."
"Okay, you suggested coming here and I'm here" Jackson waves his right arm. "So can you just try to relax and stop thinking about if this is weird or not?"
"I'll try, yeah..."
"You know what's weird, actually?" Jackson smirks.
"What?" Stiles asks confused.
"What did you do to your hair? Is that gel?" Jackson says trying not to smile but failing miserably.
"Yeah... it is." Stiles admits.
Jackson just smiles but doesn't say anything which only makes Stiles uncomfortable.
"What?" Stiles frowns.
"Nothing," Jackson shakes his head. "Just... I've never seen you using that shit before."
"So, you don't like it." It's a statement, not a question.
"It's not that I don't like it. It's that you don't need it. It isn't you." Jackson says.
"It isn't me?" Stiles.
"Stiles, you don't have to..." Jackson hesitates. "I mean, this is not..."
A date, Stiles thinks.
"What?" Stiles frowns.
"You don't need to change anything just because... you know, because we're here." Jackson finally says.
"Yeah, so you're telling me that you didn't think about what you were wearing before coming?"
"I always think what I'm wearing." Jackson smirks.
"Yeah," that's true, "okay, wrong example." Stiles admits.
"What I mean is that I already like you, so don't mess with your hair or start acting weird every time we go out because I'm the same guy... nothing has to change."
Stiles sighs. "Okay, fine." No gel, no change... "Whatever you say." Stiles says.
Jackson smiles. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know... whatever you want... except politics I guess," Stiles says, before having a sip of his strawberry milkshake.
"You're hilarious." Jackson shakes his head.
"You're not allowed to make fun of me, you know?"
"Really, since when is that?"
"Since you are supposed to like me and you don't want to hurt my feelings."
Jackson snorts. "Oh, come on, I didn't mean it like that and you know it."
"You know I've never been on a date before..."
"Ok, so, is this a date now?" Jackson says, raising his eyebrows.
"Isn't it?" Stiles asks, afraid that maybe he's fucked up calling it something that it isn't.
"You can call it whatever you want. What does it matter? We're hanging out, right?"
Stiles wants to say that it definitely matters to him because if it is a date, this is his first date and he wants to know when his first date was. But, at the same time, if Jackson is not ready to call it a date, he's not gonna push it either.
"Yeah," Stiles nods. "You're right, we are." In a place where nobody can see us or know who we are, but they are hanging out alone which is what matters.
"Ok." Stiles continues. "So, three things you love, three things you hate... go."
"What?" Jackson asks, confused for moment.
"I saw it on a show, okay? I thought it would help us to... you know... get to know each other better." Stiles says matter-of-factly.
"On a show?" Jackson says with disbelief, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, you know that thing called TV? With actors?"
Jackson just rolls his eyes dramatically.
"It worked out for them, okay? So... I thought it could work out for us too."
"Yeah, but you already know so much about me..."
"I know you love your Porsche and your expensive clothes... or playing lacrosse and swimming... but like the whole school knows that. I wanna knows things that you haven't told other people..."
"You mean Lydia..." Jackson raises his eyebrows.
"Not just Lydia, you know... other people..." Stiles insists.
Jackson bites his lip as he considers Stiles's words.
"You know I hated being a kanima. Not many people know that..."
"Yeah, well, the whole pack knows that, so I think it doesn't count either."
"Fine. So what do you want to know? I love hawaiian pizza..." Jackson offers.
"I already knew that, you've ordered it a thousand times."
"Okay. I need time to think, why don't you say something?" Jackson takes a sip and his coke and looks at Stiles.
"Fine... so, I love... I love your wolf eyes..."
"My wolf eyes?" Jackson smirks.
"Yeah."
"Not my human eyes?"
"Of course, I love your human eyes but you know, that electric blue is pretty dawn awesome."
"It doesn't bother you what they mean?" There's actual doubt in Jackson's voice, like he really doesn't know the answer.
"No, of course not. Because it wasn't you... That thing wasn't humanor a werewolf... so it wasn't you." Stiles hates that every time they touch this topic, he ends up having to reassure him that what happened wasn't his fault, but he'll keep doing it until Jackson finally gets it.
Jackson licks his lips but doesn't say anything.
"Okay, so, it's your turn..." Stiles waves his right arms.
"Yeah, okay... I love... I love hazelnut ice-cream." Jackson offers.
"Really?" Because Stiles had no idea.
"Yeah," Jackson nods "it's my favorite."
To be continued...