teenyoda | Eachdraidh IC Inbox

My what?

[He has no idea what that is, but it just sounds insulting.]

Your security blanket. Your teddy bear. Your thing you can't not have with you or you get sad. Seriously. I've never seen you without it, even in the castle.

Jon has a binky.

[Omfg Stiles you're fired from Jon's Best Eachdraidh Friend spot.]

Last time I went to a feast I near got killed. I'm not looking to be anywhere without it.

[Lies, all lies.]

Fair enough. But it's still your binky. Hey, no judging. I bring my staff everywhere.

[He also called his staff Lola, so...]

[He is a man grown Stiles he doesn't have a binky darnit.]

It's practical! [You say no judging but Jon can hear you judging.] Aye, I've not heard you call that your binky.

[He's a teenage boy and he has a binky. DWI.]

Because it's not. It's Lola. My binky's my pillow, which I don't have here. I haven't slept well without it.

[Woe is him, Jon. Feel so bad for him now. He has no pillow.]

What's a Lola, then? [No sympathy, Stiles. None!] Why have you not asked for it as your boon, then?

Lola? It's a name. A girl's name. For my staff. I mean, you gotta name your stuff, man.

[He shrugged, moving to go sit down now that the pup had finished the milk and looked to be healed up nicely.]

Better things to wish for. I've had a lot going on and a good night's sleep just hasn't really been my number one priority.

My sword has a name.

[All the best swords have names Stiles!! What kind of chump sword do you think Jon has?]

You're not really having trouble sleeping, are you? [Jon sleeps like the actual dead when he has time for it, the idea of not being able to for months on end is awful.]

Yeah? What is it? Wait, lemme guess. Stabby? Blooddripper? Gutsplayer?

[He was chuckling as he sat down, legs stretching out as he got comfortable.]

Doesn't matter.

[He was pretty much used to crappy sleep by now.]

[Jon snorts.] It's Longclaw. [The "you boob" isn't verbal, but it's implied.]

Oh, doesn't matter. That's a yes, then. [Damnit Stiles!] Surely you can find some pillow that would suit. Might be the fairies could make one to your liking if you'd stop slapping them about for a bit.

[Is the 'I love you' implied as well?]

Longclaw. Right. Because you stab people with it. Got it.

Hey, I don't slap fairies. I shoo the perverts. And it's not the same. It has to be my pillow.

[MAYBE (yes)]

No, because it's a hand-and-a-half sword and the blade of House Mormont: they've a bear for their sigil. [That makes sense, right? That's not a stupid explanation, right? Bears... claws... longer than standard sword... Right.]

Why's that, exactly? What's your pillow like?

Uh huh.

[Jon, your world was so weird and your names were weird. That's all there was to it. Clearly you needed to come home with him.]

It's mine.

[And that was all the explanation needed. It was his and it was just firm enough and just soft enough and just cool enough.]

[Can you imagine Jon Snow in Beacon Hills tho? It would be a complete disaster.]

Oh, you're being difficult.

[THE BEST DISASTER EVER!! Imagine him up against Peter. Perfect. PERFECT. And Jon can live with Stiles. Dad would totally be cool with that.]

Nuh uh. There's just... things. Things certain people need to achieve things. I need my pillow.

[Jon in high school. PICTURE IT.]

You've no interest in achieving anything?

[It's a beautiful thing. Stiles would have the prettiest friends.]

It's not like I don't sleep, Jon. God. I'm just not sleeping as well as I would be if I were home.

[Start your own modeling agency and rope in all your friends Stiles, be an entrepreneur!]

Aye, I suppose I could understand that. Most nights, I still miss Winterfell. [Other nights he's just too wiped to think about it before he passes out.]

[You too can own your own Boys of Beacon Hills calendar for the low, low price of 39.99$.]

That's the big castle thing, right? Is it just the snow or... other stuff?

It's- [He hesitates, fingers carding through the direwolf's fur as a distraction while she finishes licking up the last of the milk from the bottom of the bowl.] Aye, it's the snow, and the furs, and the walls, warmed by the hotsprings that Winterfell was built on - and my brothers, whose beds I'd share when it got too cold. When I left, it was the last I saw them.

You shared your beds with your brothers, huh? Is that a, uh, Westerosi thing? Some weird... you know, I don't need to know that. What happens in Winterfell stays in Winterfell.

[Jon. Now he thought you were gay, Jon. Gay and boning your bros.]

[Does he look like a Targaryen to you, Stiles?? ...Don't answer that.]

It wasn't weird, it was for warmth! [No pajamas warmth! You know what, let me just stop right there.] What's wrong with you? They were my bloody brothers.

[Well... Ahem.]

Hey, it's not like incest hasn't happened in royal families or anything. And it's not really a thing with, ah, brothers. I don't know. I don't know the customs where you come from. Jesus. Maybe you just have all night naked parties.

[Yep, Jon's just going to reach over and punch Stiles in the arm. Enjoy.]

That's vile. And they're not parties.

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