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written by Airis
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est. april 1st 2016

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vulpesvoid:

running after jackson for the past three years had been anything but easy, but stiles had the determination and devotion to reach his way to success despite the complications. no matter how many times he had slammed his head against walls in frustration, or had to cancel once another trip back home – he somehow managed. today would be just another day, certainly not easy – certainly not pleasant, but it seems like the world was testing him once more. 

confusion is all there is to decorate his features as he steps beside his boss, unsure of what to say or do other than awkwardly and very much confusedly stare at the two men before them. for a moment stiles cannot believe his ears; maybe he was completely losing his mind and this was a very very bad dream.  ❛  uhm, who …- who is getting married ?  ❜  a stiff peek at jackson sends a crack webbing through the mask he desperately tries to hold on to.  what on earth is going on ?

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For  a  second  he  thought  the  opposite  would  not  follow  the  current,  perhaps  it  was precipitated  by  saying  that,  but  knowing  Stiles;  the  man  or  shut  up  or  just  accept  everything  that  Jackson  say  without  question.  At  least  he  hoped  so.  He  smiled  at  his  bosses  before  clicking  several  times  the  shoulder  and  then  the  stomach  of  his  fake  fiancé. “You  and  I,  silly.  You  and  I  are  getting  married.”

He  raised  his  eyebrows  immediately  when  he  heard  one  of  his  bosses  asked  if  he  was  serious  about  marriage  because,  well,  it  was  assumed  that  Stiles  was  his  assistant,  is  more:  the  man  asked  him,  so  quickly  Jackson  replied  without  hesitation:  "Assistant  executive,  but  hey  you  know  is  not  the  first  time  one  of  us  fell  in  love  of  our  assistants,  right?“ He  laughed  casual. "Remember?  The  cute  girl  you  had  as  assistant…  well,  this  is  something  that  should  not  happen,  two  people  who  should  not  fall  in  love,  but  they  did.  Don’t  we?” He  did  not  wait  for  an  answer,  so  he  settled  his  suit  and  Stiles’  with  formality. “Are  you  happy? Because  obviously  we  are.” He  gently  patted  the  shoulder  of  his  assistant,  trying  to  make  the  gesture  was  brotherly  love  or  something,  but  was  rather  strange  if  he  was  asked.

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How  could  be  possible  that  he’s  going  to  be  deported?  It  seemed  stupid,  there  was  no  way  in  hell  that that’s  would  be  seriously  happening.  He  was  not  a  fucking  illegal,  he  was  from  Canada,  for  the  love  of  Christ.  In  his  head  they  began  to  float  ideas,  but  none  seemed  right.  The  office  door  opened,  Jackson  was  a  breath  of  killing  Stilinski,  he  knew  for  sure  that  it  was  him,  after  all  he  had  clearly  told  him  to  go  for  him  after  ten  minutes.  The  boy  spoke,  Jackson  just  wanted  to  leave,  but  then  the  magic  words  of  the  another  made  him  slow  down. Lawyer’s  green  eyes  narrowed  with  interest  in  the  figure  of  his  assistant.  Immediately  he  began  to  babble  a  few  meaningless  words  as  he  made  faces  at  the  other  man  so  he  can  enter  at  the  office. “Well…  you  know,  we didn’t  want  to  make  an  spectacle  of  this,  plus  we  were  not  ready  to  make  a  confession  like  this  but  under  the  circumstances…”  Seeing  himself  as  standing  on  one  side  of  Stiles,  Jackson  patted  the shoulder  of  the  taller  with  his  right  hand.  "Stiles  and  I  are  getting  married.“ @vulpesvoid   

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