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Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to update people on what's going on.
Right now I'm still working on a request for Q (Star Trek TNG) I received over a week ago. I had most of it done on the first day but
my god
You guys wouldn't believe the strange week I've had. Appointments, a blackout that lasted an entire day, massive spiders, swarms of insects, family drama, storms, a nasty trojan virus, a glitching computer, days running on only two hours of sleep - it's been hectic. I'm hoping that I'll have the time to finally finish writing the requested fic tomorrow, but at this point who knows what might get thrown my way.
I just wanted to make this update to explain why I haven't put out anything new recently. I am still writing - I just haven't gotten very many opportunities. Here's hoping the absolute madness of last week has ended and I can get this fic done and posted.
Q x GN!Reader, Geordi La Forge x GN!Reader, Data x GN!Reader, Deanna Troi x GN!Reader, Worf x GN!Reader, Will Riker x GN!Reader, Jean Luc Picard x GN!Reader, Reginald Barclay x GN!Reader
GENRE:
Humour, romance (sort of)
WARNINGS:
None
SUMMARY:
Oneshot sequel to 'Think'. Q returned you and the other nineteen crew members to the ship, but people are acting... strangely. (Inspired by a funny mistake in my previous Q fic)
Irresistable
It had been three days since you had been kidnapped by Q and forced to play his game. Three days since he promised to drop by every so often to make your life 'more interesting'. For a short period of time you lived in fear of when that moment would be and, more importantly, what he would do. Then, sometime around the second day, your priority shifted from Q.
You didn't know whether you were paranoid, whether your fear of Q was translating to other meaningless things, or if something was actually going on, but...
Everyone was staring at you.
At first you assumed it was because your experience with Q had made you and the nineteen other crew members the hottest gossip on the Enterprise. But then it got weird.
Conversations would stop as soon as you entered a room, people would go out of their way to talk to you or do you a favour, and if you didn't get at least six compliments upon entering a room then the room was empty. Not only that, but you had been asked on more dates than ever before in your entire life. Dinner, lunch, breakfast, afternoon tea - people were desperate to squeeze in some quality time with you.
But most of all, they stared.
You were in one of the jefferies tubes replacing a burnt out conduit. Commander La Forge had insisted on helping you... by standing just outside of the tube... and chatting. It wasn't really like him to stand around and talk while there was work to be done, but you weren't about to question a superior officer.
"...and then I came in and fixed the neutrino field in two seconds. Guess what the problem was!"
You smiled as though you were amused by Geordi's story as you worked. In all honesty, you were a bit worn thin by people trying to be relatable to you over the past few days. Still, even before the Q incident, Geordi had been nice to you. You weren't about to brush off his polite attempts at socialising now, even if it was a little exhausting.
"What was it?" you asked, humouring him.
"No converters! They thought they could not only start up a neutrino field, but stabilise the entire thing without any converters!"
While Geordi laughed, you gave a forced chuckle. You got the feeling that even he knew he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for conversation material. It was lucky for him that the burnt out conduit was behind several wires and tubes and partially melted to the framework of the ship, otherwise you would have come up with some excuse to leave over an hour ago.
Geordi sucked in a breath and you knew he had just thought of a new topic to discuss.
"That actually reminds me of the time -"
Commander Data's calm voice hit the air. "Geordi, may I have a word with you?"
"Not now, Data!" Geordi whispered harshly.
"Is now not a good time?"
"Lieutenant (Y/N) and I were just talking -"
"Actually, I'm done!" you announced, crawling back out of the tube. When you stood upright, you came face to face with Commander Data. He was an android - a tall, very pale and slightly yellowish android with golden eyes, who was well known for his inability to experience any emotions.
So why his entire face twisted into shock upon seeing you was something you didn't feel qualified enough to answer. His bright golden eyes were locked onto you like you were some sort of mythological being come to life. Whatever the expression was, you were pretty sure it meant that something was seriously wrong.
Geordi noticed, too. He put a hand on Data's shoulder.
"Data, what's the matter?"
"I..." The android appeared at a loss for words. "I am not certain. This is the eighth time in three days that I have been overwhelmed by this... urge."
"Urge?"
Data turned his head to Geordi and his tone became almost conversational. "It is what I came to speak to you about. I believe I am experiencing some kind of malfunction."
"Alright, let's go check out your neural net, see if there's anything going on we should know about." Geordi gave Data a light pat on the back and together the two commanding officers walked away.
You stood alone for the first time since waking up that morning. No one had noticed that you were on your own so no one was rushing up to impress you or ask you to dinner or... stare.
As much as you hoped Data was okay, you were glad for the distraction. For this brief moment, you could finally relax.
"Hello again."
You cried out and jumped away from the jefferies tube, where Q was laying flat on his stomach with his head propped up on his hands. He seemed to be in a good mood, with a cheery smile and mischief dancing in his eyes. He suddenly reminded you of a grinning Cheshire Cat.
"You!"
Q gave a light chuckle. "How observant of you," he remarked snidley. "And how are you today, (Y/N)? I must say, you have been quite popular since you came back." He raised his eyebrows. "A new shampoo you're using?"
"You're behind this, aren't you?"
Q pretended to be shocked, putting a hand to his chest and gawking up at you. "Me? Now, why would I do such a thing?" His face dropped into a wicked grin. "I'll see you later - if you can squeeze me into your busy schedule, of course."
In a flash of white light he was gone. You huffed and stormed out of engineering.
If Q was going to mess with you, then you were at least going to try and figure out exactly what he did. Everyone seemed to be experiencing some sort of strong emotion towards you - possibly attraction, but possibly something else. Either way, when it came to emotions, you knew there was only one person you needed to speak with.
You stood outside Counsellor Troi's quarters. It was within her usual therapy hours and you were fairly certain that she wasn't on the bridge. You pressed the buzzer and the door slid open almost immediately. Counsellor Troi stood before you in her red one-piece uniform with her long, dark, wavy hair tied up into a high ponytail. The second her black half-betazoid eyes locked onto you, a huge smile curled onto her lips.
"(Y/N)," she greeted warmly. She stepped aside and held her arm out toward her lounge. "Come in. Is there something on your mind?"
"One thing, actually," you said, walking in and taking a seat. She took a seat in the chair opposite you, crossing one leg over the other and linking her hands over her knee.
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"People have been acting strange around me. Ever since I came back from Q's..."
Counsellor Troi wasn't listening. You could see her eyes had dropped to roaming over your body. You cleared your throat loudly and she startled straight in her chair. She gave an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. Please, go on."
"Well, as I was saying, ever since I came back from Q's game, people have been all over me. People are staring at me, they're going out of their way to talk to me, and I'm getting flooded in requests for dates -"
"Maybe you're just popular?" Troi laughed.
"But it's more than that. Q visited me today. He didn't openly admit to anything, but I'm certain he's behind it."
"Q visited you today?"
"Yeah. I think me winning his game means I've just won a lifetime's supply of Q antics to deal with."
"Have you told Captain Picard about this?"
"No, not yet, but I -"
"I think," said Counsellor Troi, standing up from her chair and walking around behind you. "After this session, you should go and inform the captain about what's going on. In the meantime..."
Her hands slid down over your shoulders and massaged the muscles around your neck. She leaned down and breathed in your ear.
"Relax..."
"Uh!" You quickly shimmied out of her grasp and sprang back up to your feet. You backed away from her towards the door with a nervous chuckle. "I-I actually have to go. Important things to do. No time for massages."
"(Y/N)?"
"Thanks for the therapy! Bye!"
You raced out of Counsellor Troi's quarters and headed straight for the turbolift. Clearly, Troi was a little too distracted to help on her own.
Omnipotent being or not, Q was going to get an earful if he showed his face again.
You took the turbolift to the bridge. The second you stepped out, Lieutenant Worf, the klingon chief of security, looked to you. At first it was just him casually glancing over from his station, but when your eyes met he went rigid, like someone had come up from behind and electrocuted him. His expression was tight and his eyes were wide. You could barely believe the idea, but it seemed almost as though you had scared him.
"Just here to see the captain," you explained. Worf gave a stiff nod.
The klingon's eyes were trained on you the entire time you walked over to the door to the captain's ready room. Other personnel on the bridge who had noticed your presence watched you with stunned fascination. The word 'creepy' didn't cover just how uncomfortable you were.
The ready room door slid open and out walked Commander Riker, almost knocking you over with how fast he was walking. He grasped your arms to steady you. Then his eyes met yours and a large flirtatious grin spread across his face.
"Well, well, well..." he said, dark eyes sparkling as they took you in. "Lieutenant (Y/N), isn't it?" He dropped his hands from your arms. "What brings you to the bridge?"
"I'm, uh... actually here to see the captain."
"Oh? Lucky him," Riker smiled. "I don't suppose I'll see you down in Ten Forward tonight? We haven't gotten to know each other very well since you transferred here and I think it's about time we did."
"Uh... Maybe some other time, sir. I'm a little preoccupied right now."
"I see. Well, feel free to come talk to me after my shift whenever you're available. I really would like to get to know you better."
With that Commander Riker walked off. Sighing quietly to yourself, you buzzed the ready room door and you heard the captain order for you to come in. You pressed for the door to open and stepped inside the smaller room, delighted and relieved to be shielded from the stares of the bridge personnel.
"Captain, I -"
Captain Picard was sitting behind his desk, staring at you, stunned, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position in his seat before giving you a nod.
"Please, continue. What is it you need, Lieutenant?"
"Captain, it's Q -"
"Q?!" the captain repeated, alarmed. A weary look overcame him. "What has he done now?"
"Everyone is acting strangely, sir. Everyone is staring at me, going out of their way to spend time with me, and it's not just some sort of spike in popularity. It's like everyone has suddenly become obsessed."
"And you think this is Q's doing?"
"He visited me earlier. It was pretty obvious that he had something to do with it."
Picard leaned forward onto his desk. "Any idea what he wants or why he might be doing this to you? In my experience, Q usually has some sort of moral lesson to teach or an ulterior motive."
"He told me three days ago that he planned on making my life more interesting."
"Why?"
You sighed. "As a reward for winning his game."
Picard's brow furrowed in thought. "So, you're saying that as a reward for solving his game he's rewarded you by making the entire crew overwhelmingly attracted to you?"
You blinked dumbly at the captain. Captain Picard's eyes widened slightly, realising what he had just admitted, and cleared his throat again. You had never seen the captain look so sheepish.
"I think perhaps it's best if you wait in your quarters until Q arrives again so you can question him further. I've had reports of personnel fighting over the others that had been taken by Q during his game. Whatever is going on between you and Q, I don't think that you're the only one that's been affected."
"I see. Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome, Lieutenant." The captain gave a tight-lipped smile. He seemed just as uncomfortable as you in this whole mess. "Dimissed."
You left the captain's ready room back out onto the bridge. Instantly, every eye was on you. Commander Riker was the only one to smile at you from his seat, while everyone else seemed to be in awe of your very existence.
The second you stepped into the turbolift and the doors slid shut, you let out a deep breath. Unfortunately, the moment you arrived on your level and the doors reopened you came face to face with Mr Barclay. The poor man took one look at you and was stumbling over himself trying to say 'hello'. He was a shy man to begin with and this newfound effect you had on people was taking its toll.
You greeted him politely as you passed him. The man was bright red. You would have thought it sweet if you hadn't known already that this was all Q's doing.
Upon reaching your quarters, you looked forward to the time alone as you waited for Q to show up, to be free of the constant staring and talking and flirting. Your moment of relief was quickly ruined when soft music hit the air and you realised that Q was once again lying across your bed, only this time he was dressed in a red silk robe and surrounded by red roses. He held one of the roses in his hand, waving it just under his nose, and threw you a wink.
"Welcome to later."
"Very funny," you scolded. You walked closer to the bed, scowling down at the omnipotent entity. "Why are you doing this?"
"Can't a Q have a little fun now and then?" Q huffed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you mortals have no sense of humour."
"I heard you were forced to be a human once."
"What about it?"
"Well, would you have liked it if everyone was throwing themselves onto you wherever you went?"
Q hummed in thought. "Good point, I suppose. I must say, your nerves about me being here seemed to have disappeared. The (Y/N) I met in the shuttle three days ago would never have talked to me like this. The (Y/N) I met three days ago would have been terrified that I would do something horrific like throw them into a black hole or lock them away forever in a box and sell it to a ferengi merchant."
"Well, back then I thought every interaction with you would mean constantly dealing with the lives of both myself and the crew!" You gave a humourless laugh, "Not making everyone on the ship attracted to me for your entertainment! Really, what could you possibly gain from this?!"
Q raised an eyebrow up at you, still lying on your bed in his silk robe. "So you're not scared of me anymore?"
"You're bored, not evil." You shrugged, "I mean, sometimes you might be trying to teach..."
And suddenly you understood.
"You wanted to show me..." you said, looking down at Q in a new light, "That it wouldn't always be life and death."
Q stood up from the bed and smiled down at you. "You humans are so easily frightened by the unknown, yet always rushing towards it out of some blundering curiosity you can barely control." He shook his head at you, "I'm not here to be some undiscovered specimen or the monster under your bed."
You smirked. "You're here for your own amusement."
Q held a rose out to you, which you took and glanced over. There was nothing special about it; just an ordinary red rose.
"Leave the worrying to Jean Luc," said Q, watching as you studied the flower. You perked up at the sound of his voice, your eyes meeting as he looked down at you earnestly. "Not everything that's unknown is a bad thing. Not everything unexpected needs to be analysed for a flaw or a trick. Sometimes, good things happen, too."
A flash of white light and Q and all the flowers on the bed were gone. Only the rose in your hand had been left behind. In the following silence, you looked down at the rose, and you smiled.
I just reread it and boy am I embarrassed. A particular word I used stuck out to me so I did a little research. Apparently 'ogled' isn't just a synonym of 'gawk' or 'stare'. Actually it's to stare at someone in a specifically sexual manner.
So now it turns out that all of the bridge crew desires you and the nineteen other previously missing crewmembers carnally.
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Reader is the unfortunate pawn in Q's game... until they become the sole player.
Think
Life had been good to you lately. Not only had you just been promoted from an ensign to a lieutenant, you had also been reassigned to the Enterprise. An engineer on the flagship of the Federation. Your family was ecstatic when they heard the news.
At first you thought it would be stressful serving aboard such an important starship, but you were pleasantly surprised at how nice everyone was. The head engineer, Geordi La Forge, was definitely no nonsense when it came to work, yet every time you two spoke it felt like you both had been friends for years. Any difficulty you encountered you always had at least five people to turn to for help at any moment. The Enterprise really was as good as everyone said it was.
The living quarters alone made your jaw drop. No ship you had ever served on had quarters quite as good, nor beds quite as soft. You were truly beginning to wonder what good deeds you had done to deserve such blissful karma.
Naturally, you soon found out the hard way what the price of heaven was.
Chaos had erupted on the ship. People were being thrown around by shifting gravity, consoles around engineering were sparking, and the warp core was making a strange whirring noise that made your skull vibrate. You weren't sure what was happening exactly, only that the entity known as 'Q' was involved somehow.
That wasn't good. You had heard of Q. Everyone in Starfleet knew about the godlike entity that put humanity on trial for barbarity. You had hoped that it wouldn't appear again while you were stationed on the Enterprise, but apparently you weren't that lucky.
Geordi was yelling out to Captain Picard over the intercom while gripping for dear life to one of the consoles. You were hugged against a wall, trying to hold on from being thrown into the ceiling. Just as you lost your grip and flew forward through the air, you landed hard, face first, on a smooth metal floor. The gravity had stopped shifting. It was dark. You looked up and squinted around at what now appeared to be the interior of a shuttlecraft.
"What the...?"
You were alone. The Enterprise was nowhere in sight. You went to the shuttle console and did a quick scan of the local area.
Nothing.
No Enterprise. No planets. Nothing.
Somehow, you had been transported onto a shuttlecraft right out in the middle of nowhere. Judging by the distance of the stars from where you were, you definitely didn't have enough power to go and find a planet or moon to land on. For some reason, this was your life now.
"Better try and send a distress signal anyway," you murmered to yourself as you repeatedly tried and failed to reach Starfleet. "Never know if someone is nearby to help."
"I doubt it," a voice scoffed from the seat beside yours. You startled and snapped around to see a man dressed in a Starfleet captain's uniform. He was leaning back against the shuttle window with one leg crossed over the other and staring you down with thinly veiled contempt.
"Who the hell are you?!" you yelled, completely forgetting your Starfleet training on rules of civilised conduct in possible first contact situations. If your old tutor could see you now, all flustered and loud and rude, they would be hanging their head in shame.
The man gave a mildly amused smile. "Q," he replied. "I would apologise for snatching you from your tedious duties, lieutenant, but unless you humans now find being flung about a room to be an important part of engineering, then I think you being here is a far better use for your existence."
"You're Q?"
"Indeed I am! I know, this must be quite a spectacular moment for you. You must be asking yourself, 'what could an omnipotent being possibly want with a lowly, insignificant human such as me?' Well, as it happens, you have been randomly selected to be one of twenty crew members your dear captain has to rescue in my little game."
Panic swelled within you. "And what happens if he loses?"
"Lost forever in an alternate dimension. Everything you see out of these windows," he tapped on the glass with his index knuckle, "is all just a bubble of your own dimension put here by yours truly. I guarantee if you saw what this dimension was truly like we would be here all day scraping your poor melted brain off the floor."
You stared out of the windows at the distant stars, or at least the illusion of stars that had been put there for your benefit. You didn't know whether to be in awe of the fact that you were literally where no human had gone before or to huddle down in your seat and cry.
You did neither - not with Q sitting right next to you, scrutinising your every move like you were the sole example of your entire species and he was wondering whether or not to squish you all under his boot. He seemed relaxed, if not a little bored by you, but you didn't want to sway his opinion one way or the other. This was the single most powerful creature Starfleet had ever encountered. The last thing you wanted to do was piss it off.
"Well, while you come to terms with what's happening to you and where you are," said Q, breaking the brief silence that had fallen over the shuttlecraft as you gawked out the windows, "I'll be off talking to more interesting people. Farewell!"
With a quick wave goodbye, he vanished in a burst of white light, leaving you utterly alone. You weren't sure whether you or not you were relieved that he was gone. With a sigh, you sat back in your seat and waited.
Captain Picard was a smart and honourable man. You knew he would save you and the others, even if that meant playing whatever game Q had come up with to torment him.
Hours later and you were still waiting alone, in the dark, in the dreadful silence. You had taken to humming to yourself and inspecting your fingernails to pass the time. At the very least Q could have left you a book or some sort of indication of how long you would be waiting.
A flash of white light in the seat next to you startled you upright. Out of the brief flash appeared Q with a disgruntled look planted on his face.
"You humans," he sneered. "Honestly, I don't know why I waste my time with you! How can such a simple concept elude you all so consistently?!"
"Um... Hello to you, too?" you replied awkwardly.
Q huffed, apparently unimpressed by your response. He held up his hand and in a smaller flash of white light a deep blue spherical device appeared in his hand. He held it out to you, which you took from him without hesitation.
"Your beloved Picard has failed my game, as have all other nineteen of your stranded crew. Now it's your turn to play. If you can't figure it out, then that's it - no more chances. You're getting abandoned out here along with your nineteen other crewmates. I really can't be bothered to be charitable at this point, so you had better think hard on this."
"No pressure then," you muttered to yourself as you turned your attention down to the sphere in your hands.
There was a single screen on the front of the sphere. From what you could tell, it was touch sensitive. On the screen it read:
Unknown [?] In [?]
[?] [?] to [?] [CONFIRM]
You pondered the text for a while as Q summoned himself a book to read while he waited. Finally, after studying the text for some time, you asked.
"What dimension am I in?"
"Fourteenth," Q answered, not even bothering to look up from his book.
"Fourteenth?!" you repeated, stunned. "How many dimensions are there?!"
"More than you could possibly comprehend."
"Oh boy..."
A smirk flitted across Q's face as he studied his book. "If it's any consolation, I never really intended for you to be doing this. This was supposed to be Picard's challenge, but he failed and I guess I'm going soft. I've decided to give you all a chance to save yourselves. So far it's proving too much for all of you. Let's hope for your sake you do better than your predecessors , though I sincerely doubt it."
"Thanks for the support."
Q gave you a wide smile, completely ignoring your blatant sarcasm. "You're very welcome."
With a weary sigh, you turned back to the device in your hands. You pressed the first box in the text and a keyboard with the numbers one to nine popped up at the bottom of the screen. You pressed three. In the second box you typed fourteen. When you had exited the second box the text on the screen reloaded itself.
1 [3] in [14]
[?] [?] to [?] [CONFIRM]
"One three dimensional being in the fourteenth dimension," you confirmed.
"Congratulations," Q said half-heartedly. "You're already further than some of your comrades."
"And the second part relocates the being detected to another dimension?"
A sparkle came to Q's eye. He sat his book down on the shuttle console and peered at you with an impish smile on his lips.
"You've gotten as far as Picard, then, but how do you plan on finding all twenty of your crewmates scattered across the dimensions? You could spend the rest of your life searching, but I don't have the patience for that. Picard got to the ninth dimension before I realised he would actually sit there for years, going from dimension to dimension, until he found all twenty of you. I'm not sitting around for that."
"Can't I just...?" You pressed the second box in the text and brought up the keyboard. You had noticed earlier that there was a small black arrow in the bottom corner. You clicked it and the keyboard turned to the alphabet. You typed 'all' in the second box. When you exited the box, the text reloaded itself again. You then carefully entered the same numbers to the second part of the text.
8498512086340724549371025753 [3] in [all]
[8498512086340724549371025753] [3] to [3] [CONFIRM]
"That looks about right to me," you said, turning the screen to Q. He took one look at your work and that sparkle came to his eye again.
"You hope."
You didn't let his words deter you. You felt confident that you had it figured it out. Still, as your finger hovered over the confirmation button, you couldn't help the tiny lingering doubt that you were not only risking your life, but the life of every other three dimensional being in existence.
But that pleased look worming its way onto Q's face out of the corner of your eye said it all. You pressed the button.
Suddenly you were falling flat on your butt in the middle of the bridge, along with the nineteen other crewmembers. The bridge crew ogled all twenty of you as you all picked yourselves back up in a confused daze. Captain Picard's eyes instantly locked onto the device still clasped in your hand and relief swept over the man.
"I see Q thought it fitting to give you a chance to save yourselves," said Picard, a light smile pulling onto his face. "Lieutenant...?"
You blinked a couple of times, trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were back on the Enterprise and the captain was speaking to you directly.
"(Y/N), sir," you answered.
"Lieutenant (Y/N), of course. Well, lieutenant, I expect a full briefing of your experience on my desk by tomorrow, and that goes for the rest of you, too. For now, I'd like you all to head down to medical, and (Y/N), you can give that device to -"
In a flash of white light the device disappeared from your hand. Picard gave an exasperated sigh.
"Never mind, lieutenant. Please, head on down to medical with the others, and I'd like to add that you have my sincerest gratitude for completing Q's game."
"Yes, sir," you replied. "Thank you, sir."
Your trip to medical was quick. There had been no side effects from being trapped in an alternate dimension. You suspected that was mainly because of Q's bubble of influence. He wanted you all to solve his game, not dissolve in it.
Tired and sore after a long and unusual day, you returned to your quarters in the hopes of getting your briefing to the captain written out quickly before getting a good night's sleep. However, upon entering your room you found none other than Q himself, lazing across your bed, grinning at you.
"There you are!" he greeted cheerfully. "A trip to medical? I do hope Doctor Crusher's bedside manner has improved since I was forced to be her patient. What a dreadful time that was."
"What are you doing here?!" you asked, shocked and more than a little frightened. You thought completing his game meant that he would leave you alone, that you were safe.
"How rude!" he cried in mock offence. "I'm merely here to offer you my congratulations!"
"Oh, well... Thank you, I guess."
"Oh, don't thank me yet," he grinned, practically bouncing with excitement. "Just wait until I tell you what your reward is!"
Your stomach dropped. "R-Reward?"
"Me!" he exclaimed, sitting up on his knees and spreading his arms out wide. "From now on, I'm going to drop in all the time to make your dull little life more interesting!"
Oh no.
"But it wasn't even that hard a game!" you argued.
"Ugh!" Q rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "I know! And yet you were the only one to figure it out!"
"You're telling me this is all happening because the captain didn't see an arrow on a keyboard?!"
"It's shameful, isn't it?" said Q, shaking his head. His eyes brightened. "Luckily, I have a brand new human to focus on! I'll admit, I didn't expect this outcome when we first met, but who doesn't love a pleasant surprise?" He chuckled lightly before throwing you a wink. "I'll see you soon."
In a flash of white light he was gone. You stood alone in your living quarters, alarmed and upset.
Set mid season 11 at Hilltop. Reader is crushing on Maggie and thinks it's unrequited. It is indeed requited. Maggie is also kind of stressed because, well, *gestures vaguely at her life*.
Relax
Barely anyone went with Maggie to Hilltop after the Commonwealth made their offer. Those that did struggled with the lack of food and the near constant onslaught of walkers. It was a hard life and many were reconsidering their choice to go to Hilltop.
You never did.
You had known Maggie since the farm. She had always considered you her best friend, the one person she could always rely on. Meanwhile, Maggie was your secret crush.
Of course, you never admitted your feelings to her. Whether it was because of her absolute love for Glenn or the fact that you couldn't imagine her being interested in you, the idea of actually confessing how you felt made you nauseous. If confessing didn't ruin your friendship, it would at least make things unbearably awkward. Maggie meant too much to you to lose her like that.
You loved her.
So of course you followed her when she became a leader, and you never once regretted choosing her over the Commonwealth.
Even now, as your empty stomach gnawed at itself and hot bile rose to your throat in the heat of the midday sun, you couldn't bring yourself to regret your decision. You were busy hammering up sheets of old metal to patch up the holes in Hilltop's wall. The Whisperers had ruined the place, but by god you were going to rebuild what they had torn down even if it killed you. This was where Maggie and Hershel called home. This was where Glenn was buried. Hilltop was important.
A light chuckle came from behind. You smiled at the sound, knowing who it was without having to look.
"You tryin' to go for the world record for sweat in a shirt?" Maggie teased. "You're close to beating Daryl at this point."
You turned and gave Maggie a smirk. She was standing in her stained red shirt and jeans, her blonde hair loose, and her hand shading her eyes from the sun. There was a toothy grin on her face. It was one of the rare times she seemed to be in a genuinely good mood.
"Just doing my job, boss," you replied playfully.
"I think it's time you took a break. Don't want you fainting out here 'cause you overworked yourself."
You were going to argue when you felt a bead of sweat roll down the length of your spine and another slide over your left temple. It was a hot day and you had been working all morning on the wall. It was better than having to go out and deal with the dead, at least.
"I suppose a little rest wouldn't be too bad," you agreed, setting down your hammer on a nearby bench.
"Good, cause I wanna talk to you about somethin'."
"Oh?"
Maggie nodded her head towards the mansion. "Inside," she said. "You need some time outta the sun. Any longer and you're either gonna cook or burst into flames."
"Probably burst into flames," you mused, squinting up at the clear blue sky. "It feels like a 'burst into flames' kind of day."
Maggie huffed a laugh and together you headed into the mansion. Only Lydia was inside when you both entered. She was sitting in one of the armchairs sharpening her knife. She flashed you and Maggie a kindly smile as you both headed upstairs.
When you reached the top, Maggie led you into one of the bedrooms and closed the door behind you. You sat on the corner of the bed, relief shooting through your sore limbs, and wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. Maggie watched you with amusement dancing in her eyes. You gave her a puzzled look.
"What's so funny?"
"You must have been real tired to look that happy to sit down."
"Well, going for the 'most sweat in a shirt' record is hard work."
A solemn look darkened Maggie's face. She came and sat beside you on the bed.
"It ain't fair you workin' this hard."
"We all have our part," you reassured her. "I don't mind. It's just what we have to do until things get better."
"Hershel's out guarding wall with Elijah," said Maggie, clearly lost in her own thoughts. "You're working to the point of dropping. Everyone's starving. I know we just gotta keep going, but I hate seeing everyone suffer like this." Her sad green eyes turned to you. "I hate seeing you suffer."
"I'm fine, Maggie," you assured. "You don't need to worry about me."
"But I do worry about you. All the time." Maggie shook her head, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling. "God, every time you go out beyond the wall I just keep thinking of ways I'm gonna lose you too."
"Hey, I'm fine." You gently grab her hand, which she quickly clasped between both of hers and held like it was the only thing keeping you from disappearing altogether. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You know why I can't lose you, don't you?" she asked, looking you directly in the eye. A small smile tugged onto her lips. "Why I can't have you burstin' into flames out there? Apart from Hershel, you're the most important person in my life."
Your heart fluttered. Even though you knew you would always only be her friend, it was good to hear that you mattered so deeply to someone you loved.
"Well I know you're the most important person in my life," you replied happily. "I'll always be there when you need me."
"Good," said Maggie. A mischievous glint came to her eye. "About time you came clean though."
Your mind went blank, confused. You blinked at her dumbly.
"Come clean?" you asked.
She raised her right hand and brushed her fingers across your cheek until her palm was flat against the side of your face. Her hand was warm, even against your overheated skin. The wide grin she wore was somewhere between adoring and downright wicked.
"You know I know about your crush on me, don't you?"
You choked on air.
"I-I'm sorry?!" you spluttered, alarmed.
"Relax!" she laughed, dropping her hand from the side of your face, only to grab onto your hand again. "I've known for a long time now. You're not as good at hiding it as you think."
"Oh god..." Your stomach felt like a hole had been punched through it. This was everything you had feared. "Maggie, I'm so sorry -"
"What are you sorry for?! It's a good thing!"
"I-It is...?"
"Of course! It'd be really awkward if I was the only one with feelings here."
"Y-You...? Huh...?"
"How about I make myself a little clearer for you then?"
Maggie gripped the sides of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and moved gently against your own. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. Your mind had already been flung out of the window at her confession. All that was left was bubbling joy and the wonderful feeling of Maggie.
Maggie was kissing you. It wasn't just a fantasy anymore. This was actually happening. Maggie was actually kissing you.
When she eventually pulled away she was smiling broadly. However, one look at your dazed, lovedrunk expression and she burst out laughing. You laughed with her.
When Maggie sobered from her amusement, she rested her hand on your arm and gave it a light squeeze.
"I figured it was time I told you," she said. "I want to move on with my life. I want to be happy. I want to be with you. You think you're up for that?"
You placed your hand over the top of hers on your arm.
Imagine Loki trying to hide the fact that he enjoys your company. He acts coldly towards you and pretends that you don’t mean anything, but whenever you turn your back he can never help the small smile that crawls onto his face. You’re different to the other humans. One day he knew he would tell you how he really feels, but for now it would be his little secret. Loki always did love playing with people’s minds after all.
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Thank you so much for this @suchapill ! I haven’t posted in AGES and seeing this message in my inbox was such a shock! I don’t know when you sent this to me but I’ll post up some more imagines today. Thank you! <3
