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xxxevilfilms · 6 months ago

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Bi-Curiosity Killed The Cat: Chapter 1

Info: Scott and Stacey's parents are spending a long weekend together in New York City which means Scott has to babysit until they get back. When Scott is invited to Wallace's apartment for bowling and a few drinks, Stacey is dragged along by Scott so he can keep an eye on her. Bowling plans are abandoned however when Scott drinks too many pre-outing drinks, which leaves Stacey alone with a very bi-curious homosexual man who might be a bit too old for her.

Kinks: Bi-Curiosity, Dry Humping, Making Out, Size Difference, Couch Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Fondling, Large Cock, Come Shot, Come Sharing, Come Swallowing, Large Breasts, Crack Treated Seriously

Disclaimer: Crack? Yes. Do I feel bad? No. I've loved this ship since high school and I'll die on this hill for them.

Stacey didn’t want to go, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks. If Scott didn’t give her the money, she would’ve assuredly narked on him to their parents, but there was no point if an incentive was involved. Stacey pocketed the cash and tailed after her brother to his friend’s apartment, the suspicious-looking one who smelled nice. Scott reminded her that his name was Wallace and implored her to behave when Wallace invited them inside for some pre-bowling drinks. Stacey couldn’t drink and couldn’t be bothered to listen to the idle prattle of college students, so she sat on Wallace’s couch and played with her GameBoy while drinking some root beer. Scott was already on his second gin and tonic thanks to Wallace constantly funneling alcohol his way while Wallace seemed fine with nursing a glass of wine. Stacey had the idea of telling Scott to go easy on the booze so he could walk them back home later, but the prospect of taking more money from him by threatening him with their parents for sleeping at a “stranger's” home was too good to pass up, so she let him drink to his heart's content. Plans to go bowling were eventually abandoned due to Scott's weak constitution, so instead of stewing in her winter clothes all night, Stacey shrugged off her coat and kicked off her boots before laying down on the couch. She barely noticed anyone coming up to her until she felt the other end of the couch dip and heard a voice that wasn't her brother's directly address her.

"Stacey, right?"

Stacey paused her game to regard the man who tried talking to her. It was Wallace, and when Stacey saw those slick black eyes peer into her own, she resumed her game and acted like she usually did around people she didn't know.

"Yup," She said bluntly. "Don't wear it out."

He chuckled.

"Well I don't mean to intrude, but your brother's down for the count and I'm still up for a chat."

Stacey looked up at the kitchen's bar and saw Scott's head, surrounded by four empty glasses, laying flat on the countertop, his hand holding a half-full glass of alcohol as he mumbled some nonsense about his girlfriend in his sleep. Stacey could only roll her eyes at the sight.

"Idiot..." She frowned. "Hope you gotta bed for me cuz I'm not sleeping here."

"Of course, m'lady, I could never." Wallace took a sip from his glass then. "I'm giving up the couch to Scotty-boy tonight."

"Good." She did the same to her root beer and then cursed when something killed her in her game. "Shit..."

"Whatcha playing?" He asked.

"Drill Dozer."

"Oh, I got that game," He scooted closer to her to see the screen. "What part are you stuck at?"

"Just this boss here," Stacey moved in close to show him. "The Collosobot keeps kicking me out."

"Alrighty, let's see here... May I?"

"Sure," Stacey nodded and handed her GameBoy to Wallace who quickly got to work. In about 5 minutes, he was able to defeat the boss without losing a life which Stacey greatly appreciated.

"Wow, you're pretty good..."

"You flatter me," He gave the console back to her. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a gamer."

"Having geeky brothers means you get hand-me-downs." She shrugged but smiled nonetheless. "I wouldn't have guessed you were one either."

"It's a good escape when I've been beating my head into the books too long. There's a lot of math when you're studying business."

"Oh," Stacey recalled that Wallace mentioned he was studying business and finance when he stayed over at her and Scott's house last time. "Is a major like that hard?"

"If you dunno how to work a calculator, sure." He then smirked as he sipped his glass. "Or if you don't know which professor to fuck."

"Ew, seriously?" Stacey sputtered out a laugh. "Old crusty sixty-somethings are your type? And I thought Scott had shit standards."

"Not every old guy is gross and derelict. Some are pretty hot when you know where to look." He sat back and threw an arm over the top of the couch. "You're a real smart girl, Stace. You don't look like the type to be smitten by boys."

"Hmm..." Stacey hummed to herself in thought. She's never had an interest in dating since the boys in her grade were kind of stupid. She wanted to wait till at least senior year before getting with someone worth her time. Hell, even college seemed like a good time to start, but she doubted she'd be with a guy her own age. Dating a guy half her age plus seven was something Stacey wanted to obtain, not something she wanted to avoid.

"I don't like the boys in my class," She confessed. "They're stupid little lice that seem more like my brother's crowd than anything." She paused her game and placed it in her lap before continuing. "I don't like them too old like you, but I like older men."

"How old?"

"Well, let's see..." She raised her hands up and made calculations with her fingers. "I think six to eight years is good. Whenever I'm in college myself, I want a cool older boyfriend who'll take good care of me."

"Ain't that the dream," Wallace raised his glass in reverence. "If I can't get a big ol' daddy who'll sweep me off my feet, guess I'll become the daddy instead."

"I'm rooting for you. You got a good head on your shoul...shoul..." Stacey wrinkled her nose when she felt a sneeze coming on. When it came, Stacey wiped her nose and sniffed. "Excuse me,"

"Gesundheit." Wallace chuckled. "It's getting a little cold in here, lemme get you something."

"Uh, you don't gotta..." She watched Wallace stand up and head towards the kitchen. "I have a coat if I really need it."

"Nah, you're a guest!" He rummaged for something in a cabinet and pulled out a long white bottle. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't make sure you were comfy, huh? I'm not that cruel, Stace."

"You letting us stay the night is telling if anything."

"I love Scott, and by extension, I love you~" He left the kitchen and approached her with a rocks glass and a bottle labeled with Spanish words she couldn't read. He had her take the glass while he uncapped the bottle, seemingly ignoring the surprised look that was on her face.

"What is this...?" She asked.

"Just some rum," He said matter of factly. "Don't tell me Scott and Larry never snuck you a shot before."

"I had some beer once but it didn't taste good..." Against her better judgment, she let Wallace pour the rum into her glass and grimaced. "I don't think I should be drinking this."

"It'll warm ya up, trust me. It's white rum, so it'll taste sweeter than beer. C’mon, give it a sip."

"Alright, alright..." Stacey steeled her nerves and took a sip, but cringed a little at the burn on her tongue. It was less bitter than beer but still had that astringent alcohol flavor she never liked. She narrowed her eyes and was about to give the tumbler back to Wallace, but he gently pushed it back her way.

"You barely tasted it, hon." He teased. "Ya gotta drink more than that if you don't wanna freeze in here. My space heater's on the fritz."

Stacey grumbled under her breath but followed Wallace's advice anyway. She steeled her nerves again and threw her head back to down about half of the glass, the burn extending from her tongue to her throat and making her cough. This time she tasted sugar, but it did little to help with the alcohol's overall taste, and she beat her chest once she was done having her fill. Wallace praised her anyway and tussled her hair, much to the younger girl's chagrin.

"Thatta girl!" He grinned from ear to ear and rose from the couch again. "I forgot to fetch something else so that glass better be empty by the time I get back!"

"...Or else what?"

"Shit, guess that makes you a bit of a chicken, don't it?"

"...I'm not a chicken..."

"Then prove it."

Wallace walked down the only hallway leading to what she assumed was his room, leaving Stacey to simmer in place as she glared at the tumbler in her hand. She sucked it up again and drank down what was left, determined to prove to Wallace she wasn't some dumb little kid. It tasted like shit still, but she found herself getting used to the taste.

"Is it empty!?" He yelled out.

"Clean as a whistle," Stacey pouted. "Ya want proof or what?"

"Well let's have a look-see," Wallace came back with a big white fluffy blanket in his arms and a fox-like smirk stretched across his face. He examined the carpet as if making sure Stacey didn't pour the rest of it on the floor and seemed satisfied when he didn't see anything.

"Wow, you're a big girl now, huh?"

"Don't patronize me." Stacey huffed but then mentioned the blanket. "Is that for me?"

"One and only," Wallace draped it over her body.

"Thanks, but you really didn't have to..." Stacey lay motionless when Wallace put the blanket over her but eventually curled into it when she felt how warm it was. She bundled it around her waist for now however to keep her legs warm and relaxed against the cushion when she was comfortable.

"Told you I like to be a good host." He took his spot back on the couch before grabbing the bottle of rum he put on the carpet. "Want some more?"

Stacey considered it but then shrugged.

"A little is fine."

"There we go," He poured her a shot's worth when she extended her arm to let him fill the glass back up.

"Thanks." She downed it again, this time in one go, and quickly placed the tumbler on the carpet. "Okay, that's enough. For real this time."

"At least for now," Wallace placed the bottle back down. "We don't want you like your bro after all."

"That's what I'm afraid of..." Stacey sighed and then peered to the side when she saw Wallace sitting there without any of the blanket covering him. "Aren't you gonna get under here, too?"

"Figured you'd want all of it."

"I'd be sweltering. Go ahead, I don't care."

"Don't mind if I do then."

Wallace lifted his end of the blanket and draped it over himself before scooting super close to Stacey. She could feel his body touching her own and saw his arm go around the top of the couch again from the corner of her eye. For whatever reason, Stacey grew a little warm at the sudden skin-to-skin contact but figured it was the alcohol finally getting to her.

"I'm not crowding you, am I?" He asked.

"N-No..." She replied. "You're good..."

"Good," He moved his arm off the cushion to bring it around her shoulders. His hand stroked her bicep which Stacey tried to ignore but was unable to; it felt really soothing. "You're really warm."

"Probably the booze that's doing it..." Or at least she thinks it is.

"Told ya it'd work."

Stacey only nodded, too focused on Wallace’s hand to say much else. She eventually got less stiff and relaxed into him when her body gradually got loose and lax from what she assumed was the rum, and rather than pull away from Wallace, she leaned into him without even noticing it. She didn't feel shy anymore, which should have bothered her, but she felt too nice to really question herself right now.

"Feeling good, hon?" Wallace asked suddenly. She felt him pull her closer, but she didn't care.

"Mmm..." Stacey moaned softly in response. "It feels like I took a horse tranq..."

"Those would be in the medicine cabinet."

Stacey giggled and hardly noticed Wallace's hand move further down her arm. She felt too good just sitting there, taking in his warmth until she felt that same hand touch the top of her right thigh. Big, thick fingers massaged her through the denim of her jeans which would've felt nice, too if her cheeks didn't burn like cinder again. She didn't protest though and figured Wallace was just one of those touchy-feely types, so she let him be in spite of her discomfort.

"Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?"

"H-Huh...?" Stacey blinked and then looked up at Wallace who was staring straight at her. "I mean, thank you, but..."

"But nothing," He tucked a lock of ink-black hair away from her eyes with his free hand. "And no boyfriend either, huh?"

"I don't want one right now..." She mumbled.

"I see..." The finger that fixed her hair moved to her lips and traced them. "That means you never kissed a boy, right?"

"W-What are you getting at?" Her face was now completely red. "And why do you even care anyway?"

"It's kind of a moral obligation on my part to make sure no ankle biter gets to you first."

Stacey's eyes widened. "Wait a minute," She tried to make some space between them, but it was hard with her back pressed up against the arm of the couch. "Aren't you...gay?"

"Gay guys can be curious, too, you know," He quipped. "And I like you a lot."

"No offense, but aren't I a little too young for you?"

"How old are you?"

"16..."

"That's just making the cut, hon."

"Why me though? You can have any woman you want and you pick some high schooler?"

"Well, Stacey," Wallace got in real close to her face and smiled devilishly. "It would seem that you're the only woman who's ever interested me, and so..." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Might as well make my move now." He kissed her cheek again. "What do you say...?"

"W-Wait..." Stacey tried keeping Wallace back by pushing him off with her hands, but couldn't find the strength to shove him away. His lips left teasing, lingering pecks on her cheek and temple before finding their way to the lobe of her ear. He sucked on it gently, the feeling sending a chill up her spine she's never felt before, and she had to call on his name again to get him to calm down.

"Wallace...!"

"Yeah, baby, I'm here," He whispered in her ear. "You sound so good when you say my name." He bit down on her lobe then, making Stacey squeak and wriggle.

Stacey moaned aloud when Wallace kissed a trail from her ear and back to her face again, lips mere millimeters away from her own. She then locked eyes with Wallace whose complexion now matched her own. Red-faced and smirking, Wallace gave Stacey a very chaste and short kiss on the lips before giving her another one and then another that was deep and longing. Stacey knew she liked this, but wasn't sure if it was okay to return the kiss or stop this whole thing completely. She barely knew the guy as she only ever interacted with him today and whenever he came over to bother Scott which was frequent but she never stuck around long enough to have a conversation with him. The sudden revelation that this college-aged bicurious gay man was interested in her floored her, but to say she wasn't liking what he was doing would be a lie. Wallace was attractive and charming, qualities no boy her age has ever possessed. It would be so easy to give herself up to him, but she had to know a few more things before he takes it too far, dammit!

“Hold on!” Stacey slapped her mouth over Wallace’s lips and scowled. "What happens if I let you do this, huh?"

“Depends,” He paused for a moment before continuing. "Where would you like for this to go?”

"...I...I don’t know! You started it!"

"I wasn't gonna toss you like an old rag if that's what you thought," He pulled Stacey by the hips so he could hover over her body and gaze into her eyes. "I plan to keep you around for a while." His thumb traced her lips again. "If you'd let me..."

"What, like...boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"It can be." He replied. "We can be friends, fuck buddies, BF and GF, whatever you want, hon."

Maybe it was the alcohol thrumming in her veins that colored her decision or perhaps it was youthful naivety, but she liked the idea; being in a relationship with him that is. Sure, she hardly knew him but he was a nice guy. Sighing, she lowered her hands from Wallace’s face and pouted his way.

“You’re super weird...”

“You’re super hot.”

Stacey blushed and turned her head the other way, but was made to look at Wallace again when he guided her back by holding her chin.

"Something on your mind, sweetie?” He asked.

“Shut up, I’m just thinking...”

“Need some convincing?"

Wallace’s face got closer to hers again, lips a hair length away from touching her own. Stacey didn't move however and merely watched Wallace close the gap between them by pressing his lips to hers once more. He then breached her lips and filled her mouth with a hot wet tongue that slipped and swiped against her own, the feeling sending a tingle down her spine.

She finally let out a faint little moan, one that Wallace eagerly drank in when he heard it, and worked his tongue deeper into her mouth as he let his hands wander. Stacey felt the tips of his fingers nudge and prod against her lower right breast but didn't do much to stop it given how focused she was on letting him kiss her. His tongue was so big and fat compared to her own, filling her mouth and the front of her throat easily. It made Stacey squirm in place and pleasure bloom between her legs. Wallace apparently noticed this and brought her legs around his waist to hold her there so she could feel this big, hard, and hot thing pulse against her core. Stacey moaned again when she felt it press up against the spot where she needed it the most and the teenager bucked her hips against it out of instinct. Wallace groaned then and pushed back into Stacey with a strong roll of his own hips, the sensations that fluttered in her privates making her hands cling to Wallace for dear life. This prompted Wallace to do it again and again, humping Stacey into the couch with slow, rhythmic pumps of his hips to stoke the flame that burned hot in her belly.

"Oh God..." Stacey mewled against Wallace’s lips. "T-That feels..."

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Wallace kissed the corner of her mouth and chuckled. "So fuckin' cute, wanna eat you up so bad..." His thrusts against her covered sex grew impassioned then, Stacey's body jostling up and making her breasts bounce as Wallace went faster. Wallace liked what he saw, and reached for the hem of Stacey's sweater to pull it over her stomach and chest, revealing cute pink breasts clad in a lily-white bra. Stacey wanted to cover herself but couldn't find the will to as she was too out of her mind to really care about modesty at the moment. Wallace looked like he'd fight her on it anyway as his hands were already sliding up her stomach to fondle her breasts.

"Wait, that's..." She protested anyway but did nothing more. Wallace’s hands slipped under the cups of her breasts to push them off of her and reveal her tits to him. Stacey blushed furiously and covered her face with her arm to hide her embarrassment but Wallace wasn't having any of that. Keeping one hand on a bouncing tit, he moved Stacey's arm and made her look at him.

"Got something to say, honey?"

"I-It's just..." She stuttered and huffed when Wallace pinched her nipple. "How far are we going?"

"As far as you want, baby." He reassured her. "We can keep doing this if you want."

"Okay..." Stacey relaxed and sunk deeper into the couch. "Just this is fine then..."

"Thatta girl, baby, get into it..."

Wallace went faster, his expression faltering when Stacey saw him near his limit. His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts tenderly before pushing them together to rub her nipples against each other. Stacey's mouth hung open at the feeling, her hips finally meeting Wallace’s as she chased that high that's been burning in her core for the last hour. Her clit thrummed and pulsed against the older man's buried cock until she suddenly came with a harsh cant of her weary hips. Stacey nearly screamed but had her mouth covered by Wallace who silenced her just in case it woke up Scott.

"We don't wanna wake up Scotty, do we?" He panted out.

Stacey, whose eyes were too busy rolling into her head, barely registered what Wallace said but understood by the gesture that she had to keep quiet. She rode out her orgasm as silently as possible, little whines and whimpers escaping her while Wallace gradually slowed down his pace. Stacey, now reduced to a quivering, nubile mess of emotions and sensations, watched Wallace stop moving altogether through half-lidded eyes and saw him sit up to palm his crotch. He then unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling down his boxers just enough to reveal his cock to her which made Stacey gasp and worry her lip at how big he was.

"Don't worry, doll," Wallace stroked himself from base to tip when he saw Stacey's upturned face. "Ain't gonna fuck you tonight."

She breathed out a sigh of relief but didn't shift her sights away from his dripping length.

"It's big..." She mused.

"Thank you," Wallace smirked. "A lot of guys say the same thing.”

“Uh-huh...” Stacey was mesmerized by the way Wallace stroked himself, almost tempted to touch and play with it herself when she saw how it twitched under Wallace’s fingers. She heard the older man groan when he gripped himself a little tighter, wringing out a few pearlescent drops of precome that leaked from his slit and rolled over the head. Stacey for some reason had the urge to lick the drops away.

A bright red flush of heat washed over her entire body when the teenager leaned in to swipe her tongue over the tip of Wallace’s cock experimentally. The taste reminded her of hot, slick skin, a taste that she noticed didn’t offend her palette, and she licked it again to catch any more precome that was threatening to leak from the slit. Wallace’s hand flew to the back of Stacey’s head to hold her steady as he took in a sharp inhale of air, the hand that still fisted his cock faltering when Stacey licked him again. He looked down at her to watch the way her fat tongue swirled up and over the engorged head and jolted upwards at the feeling.

“Fuckin’ hell, honey, I didn’t expect you to do all that...” Wallace panted out. “Fuck, that feels good...”

Stacey liked the praise which prompted her to go a little further. She closed her lips around the tip and sucked on it gently, tongue curling around the head when she took him deeper into her mouth. Wallace cursed and weaved his fingers in her pretty black hair, gently rocking his hips in time with her mouth. It didn't take long for Wallace to start voicing his pleasure to her verbally, and suffice to say, Stacey liked that a lot, too.

"This is better than I imagined... You're a natural with that tongue, baby." He hissed out as he licked his lips. "I knew you'd be a good cock sucker."

Stacey moaned at that and rubbed her legs together. Even though she just came, hearing Wallace still made her horny which surprised her. His silver tongue and honeyed voice did a number on her, she noticed, which didn't bode well for her self-control if they took this relationship beyond just dry humping and oral sex. She was literally putty in his hands and they barely even did anything yet. So when Wallace asked her to show off a little more for him, Stacey did so without question, especially if that meant getting off to his voice more.

"Can you squeeze those tits for me, hon?" He asked breathlessly. "So big and pretty, can't wait to blow my load on them."

Stacey did as she was told and brought her hands to her breasts to press them together for him. She remained like that when she pulled off of Wallace to lick up and down the sides of his shaft, savoring the taste of his manhood as she reveled in the sounds she got out of him. She felt the hand in her hair twitch and his hips stutter which probably meant he was almost there. She went back to just sucking him off then, taking him as deep as she could go while she kneaded her pink breasts for him, even going so far as to pinch her dusty nipples and bounce her tits up and down for his pleasure. Wallace let out a long, drawn-out curse he struggled to keep down and desperately followed Stacey's mouth each time she pulled back.

"I should've done this shit sooner, right in front of Scott, fuck..." Wallace threw his head back and grunted. "Should've tossed your ass in my lap and railed you right there in that basement..."

Stacey felt his cock pulse and twitch until suddenly, the teenager tasted something hot and bitter wash over her tongue. She pulled off of Wallace’s cock out of reflex and was hit in the face and chest with hot come that shot out of Wallace’s cock in spurts. She groaned at the feeling but didn't protest too much and let his seed coat her cheeks, nose, mouth, and tits white while Wallace panted over her, his eyes blown out and shifting constantly as he stroked the rest of his jism out onto Stacey's body. Eventually, his cock wilted and he was left staring at the sullied face of a raven-haired teenage girl who was greedily drinking down the semen that coated her tongue. Wallace shivered at that and immediately sat back on his legs to kiss and lick the mess off of her face.

"Holy hell, Stace, you were made for me," He said in between licks. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy eat my come the way you do."

His lips eventually found hers again and he shoved his tongue inside with little warning. It's big and fat and touches her throat again and Stacey brings her arms around Wallace’s back to embrace him and return his kiss eagerly. Her tongue rakes over perfect teeth, pink gums, and a tongue that's more than half her size as she moans desperately into Wallace’s mouth. Her pussy was wet before, but now it was soaked, her slickness seeping through her panties and staining the inside of her jeans. Wallace enjoys, nay, loves her excitement, and reaches around to grab her ass and hold her close to him. Stacey was always self-conscious of it given how big it was but she didn't care now; she was too horny (and probably too drunk) to care anymore.

Wallace breaks the kiss to hold her pink cheeks in his big hands. Stacey is panting and shivering when he does which makes Wallace bite his lip and chuckle.

"Horny little thing now, aren't you?"

"You've..." She clears her throat when she feels how hoarse it is. "You've convinced me."

"Oh yeah?" He strokes her skin with the back of his finger. "We goin' steady now?"

"I guess so..." Stacey replied. "How long have you been wanting to do this with me?"

"Hmm... Maybe three weeks now? I was surprised at first, but after a while, I just couldn't stop thinking about how tight your body was." Wallace then smiled a little crookedly. "In fact, when I heard your parents were gone, I just had to invite you and Scott over for some "bowling" before the week was over."

"Wait, you planned this!?"

"How else was I supposed to get any alone time with you?" He pouted. "Getting Scott piss drunk so I could bang his hot little sister seemed like a good idea."

"That's why you let Scott drink himself into a coma!? We weren't gonna go bowling at all!"

"Nope~" He hugged her close. "Not gonna lie, I hoped slipping you a little rum would get me into that ass, but you handle your booze pretty well, honey." He squeezed her tighter then. "But a blow job is fine, too~"

Stacey didn't know whether to be mad or annoyed before deciding to just stay quiet. This man was so, so weird; how could he have the gall to say this out in the open so shamelessly!? Her initial shock however is soon betrayed by her hormones when the thought of a man of his age and stature wanting her this badly made her cunt clench. She scowled at that but let it happen anyway.

"W-Whatever, can I use your shower please?" She pushed him off and motioned toward her body. "I can't go to bed like this."

"Hmm, already spent?" He cupped her covered sex from behind and pushed into the wet spot on her jeans. "Honey, you made a mess down here. Sure you don't want me to take care of you?"

"I don't even know if I should let you..." That was a bluff. Stacey really wanted him to take care of her, and she had a feeling Wallace knew that she was bullshitting him. He saw through the puffed up cheeks and crossed arms and promptly kissed her before letting his hands roam over her thighs and rear end. Stacey resisted the urge to kiss him back but eventually relented.

"So bratty..." Wallace laughed between kisses. "But I love brats..." He smothered her with his mouth again. Stacey moaned and collapsed back to the couch and brought Wallace with her. Scott was still sleeping soundly on the bar, completely oblivious to what was going on less than twenty feet away from him. Stacey wondered how it would feel for Scott to find out that his new gay friend was about to eat out his little sister's pussy, but pushed the thought away for now to enjoy Wallace’s company.

#scott pilgrim #dead dove do not eat #evilfics #stacey x wallace #wallace wells #stacey pilgrim

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mismess · 4 years ago

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New warrior cats oc. His name is Scottyheart and he’s gay

And he WOULD be deputy if Weemstar wasn't playing loyal with his "oh but Henmane could return" act instead of just dumping any deputy responsibilities on him with no promotion

#talk #me: *thinks too hard about how you would transform the name Henry into a warrior cat name*#*while the scotty cat is just his name and heart at the end*

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ynisamenace · 4 years ago

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Party For One

Warnings: sub! Aone being a flustered mess, confident dom! Reader, nsfw kinda (grinding, not pg-13 kissing), mention of drugs and alcohol, college au! Aone.

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: ok guys this is my first fanfic so apologies if it’s not too good or if the ending is too rushed. Constructive criticism is always welcome and pls don’t forget to like and/or reblog. Thank you!

Aone was not much of a party goer. Although his friends were more outgoing, he in fact was not. He was more of a homebody, mostly leaving his shared apartment with Kenji for school, to get more ramen from the corner shop near his uni or practice with his newly-formed volleyball team; courtesy of his newly-formed friend, Kanji. Then proceeding to come home to shower, nap, wake up, struggle with his homework and then sleep till the next day. He was about to start the fourth activity of his daily routine when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.

Sighing, he left his spot at the kitchen island to open the front door, then trying to close it once Kanji’s face appeared behind it.

“Woah woah if you wanted some alone time, you should’ve just said that”, the cat-faced friend exclaimed, just barely slipping through the crack in the door. Face adorned with brown freckles and a smile seemingly super glued to his face, he looked like the poster boy of golden retriever boys, “Wouldn’t matter anyway since I’m still dragging you to Sugawara’s tonight.”

Ah yes, Suga’s party, the one Aone was being forced to go to as a favour for his new friend. The white haired boy uttered a grunt of disapproval as Kanji plopped down onto his couch.

“I’m telling you man, when girls see us walking in together with my beauty and your scowl-,” he smirked while giving Aone a once over, “-they’ll come flocking like parakeets.” Aone ignored his new friend’s rambling and was about to go back to his homework when his phone buzzed. Picking it up and looking at his crush’s name made him do a double take before realizing it was from his class groupchat.

Y/n❤: Someone better come pick me up or else I’m dumping the mary jane😤

Sugawara: You live on campus, how did you sneak it in?

Y/n❤: Come pick me up and I’ll tell you

Bsf/n: I can see I’m gonna be on y/n duty tonight. I’ll come get you in 5

Y/n❤: Girl I’ll literally marry you don’t play with me

-5 minutes later-

Y/n❤: Psa to everyone in this groupchat, bsf/n and I are married now

Bsf/n: As long as you do my makeup for the party lol

Y/n❤: Deal

A slightly dejected sigh left the tall boy’s lips, wishing it was him y/n would joke about marrying to the- wait party?? The realization that y/n was going to the same party as him made heart race with anticipation and although he never talked to her in any of the classes they shared, Aone developed a massive crush on y/n just by seeing the way she interacts with others as well as her personality. Her presence when she walks into a room, beautiful coily/kinky hair either flowing or in a different ‘protective style’ (which Aone ended up googling the meaning to) and her face adorned with a smile so bright, he could feel his ears getting hotter just by its look, it would be foolish to think that no other person in his uni or elsewhere had already snatched her up. Which is why Aone never felt the need to let her know about how much he was falling for her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his roommate’s door opening, revealing a clearly tipsy Kenji trying and failing to button up the last button on his silk shirt.

“Is anyone g-gonna help or what..” he slurred, stumbling into the living room, planting himself right in front of Aone who begrudgingly helped him with the last button. Satisfied, the intoxicated boy walks over to Kanji on the couch who’s currently scrolling through his instagram feed. He gives Kenji a once over before giving a nod of approval to his outfit. He turns to the tall, white haired boy, “Aone go change, the party starts in 10 and you know it’ll take us half an hour to get there!”, he exclaimed gesturing to Aone with his hands in a shooing manner. He didn’t understand what was wrong with his gray shirt and black sweatpants but went to his room to go change anyway, returning six minutes later sporting a green and white checkered shirt with dark blue jeans and black levis. The trio hurriedly leave their apartement, Kanji practically dragging both boys to his car before appointing Aone as the designated driver as the boy was the only one who had no intention to drink at the party.

The ride to the party took much more than half an hour as Aone was forced to drive while simultaneously trying to stop the two boys at the back from drinking any more of the pregame Kanji brought as well as preventing Kenji from messing with the aux cord. In the end, both boys settled on playing Ei8th mile on repeat the rest of the drive, both alternating between rapping DigDat and Aitch’s lines. Finally getting to the address Sugawara sent to the group, the trio hopped out of the car and went to knock on the door, opening to reveal the silver haired boy in all his glory wearing a burger king crown and a drunk smile.“You guys look li-hiccup-ke you had a fun drife here”, opening the door wider to reveal flashing red and purple strobe lights, living room filled with drunk and soon-to-be drunk college students and a hiphop song playing with a loud base that almost made Aone’s teeth clink. The two drunk boys wasted no time heading to the make shift bar in the kitchen, Aone following reluctantly behind feeling quite awkward in the party setting. Even worse, he was unable to spot y/n in the crowd making his heart drop lower into his stomach.

No no no no.

Even though Aone didn’t think y/n would like him the way he likes her, he was hoping he could at least use this party to make himself known to her, maybe forming a friendship with her first before professing his love. Dejectedly, he trudges to the bar, sulking next to his now very drunk friends who are far more interested with the designs on the kitchen counter.

“Dude it’s so swirly…how do they make it like that?” one of the boys asks.

“Bro it has to be like a top secret thing. Like in the dark web,” the other replied, his eyes widening as his pupils are blown out more.

Not wanting to deal with their drunk conspiracies, Aone heads to the store room in search for some water after not seeing any laid out. Finding a bottle, he quickly gulps it down, faintly hearing the song in the living room change to one with a much deeper base. Leaving the store with his thirst finally quenched, he recognizes the song as Cold by Rico Nasty, her gravely voice echoing around the living room and drowning out some of the chatter which Aone was grateful for.

Ridin’ in a Maserati

Like Scotty I’m with two hotties

I ain’t just walk in the party-

“I brought the drugs to the partyyyy”, a voice which made Aone’s heart beat faster screamed, Y/n bursting through the front door with a medium sized pack of marijuana and a tray of what he assumes are pot brownies as the crownd cheered at her arrival. Her eyes wide with excitement, hair in cute little bantu knots (which Aone noted is now probably his favourite hairstyle on her), and dazzling smile still glued to her face. Making a bee line to the kitchen to drop the stuff she was holding, she hugged and greeted the people closest to her, making Aone regret not standing closer to the front door before realizing she was making her way straight to him.“Hi Polar Bear!” her scent of f/p enveloping him as she hugged his stomach, hair right next to nose, making the boy short-circuit. Y/n is hugging me. Me. Hugging. She smells so good. I should probably hug her back. But what if that’s weird. Hugging me. I’m gonna marry her. I’m gonna throw u-

“Takanobu woohoo you good?” she whispered in neck, drawing him out of his daydream, while at the same time making blood rush to his lower region. His eyes widen as he turns to see her staring right at him, inches apart and eyes questioning.

“I-I’m doing well y/n, um you uh look great tonight”, he managed to blurt out, his compliment making her lips curve into that signature smile. He unconsciously let out a low groan as he felt his jeans tighten even more as his mind raced a mile a minute, envisioning her on top of him, smile turning into a smirk as she runs her hands over his body making him squirm. His neck, his nipples, his happy trail, his-

Once again brought out of his daydream, he looked around to see y/n already gone and dancing in the living room, her presence making her look ethereal in the flashing lights. Smiling slightly, Aone deciding to stop before his imagination made him cream in his pants, decided to go look for his friends spotting both of them laying near a potted plant in the hallway caressing the leaves and muttering under their breaths. He discreetly goes back to the store, getting two bottles of water and placing them on either side of his friends, knowing they’ll be shocked at it ‘appearing’.

Sighing tiredly, he briefly thinks of just driving back to his apartment having already seen his crush and hugged her, but decided against it not wanting to feel guilty for abandoning his intoxicated friends. He was about to go to the backyard looking for some fresh air before he heard his name being said in the crowd. Turning around too quickly he bumped into someone, gripping their waist and letting their scent envelop him before he caught a glimpse of their hair.

Yes yes God yes

“Nobu I’m so sorry, I was trying to get your attention but you didn’t turn around!” y/n exclaimed, gripping his shirt making the boy realize his grip on her waist was tightening significantly. He quickly tried to let go but y/n wasn’t having any of it and planted his large palm on her backside, squeezing a little. Aone’s face had never been as red as it is now from that simple action. Clearing his throat, he gives a tentative squeeze to gauge her reaction and seeing the smirk on her face as her pupils darken. She finally releases her grip on his hand and turns to the dance floor, Aone follow behind.

As they reach the dance floor, afrobeats fill the air as joro by wizkid which Aone knew was one of y/n’s favourite songs) plays turning the energy of the party to a slower tempo. Y/n turns to the tall boy, once more putting his hands on her waist, before pulling him closer to her, their bodies now pressed against eachother.

Aone can feel her grinding on his pants and begs to any God who’ll listen to please not let him pop a boner right now. Her mouth comes closer to his ear and he can feel her breath making shivers run down his spine. “I could feel it you know…” she whispers as his eyes widen, embarrassment from though him as he realizes she felt the first boner he popped while hugging her in the kitchen “…didn’t peg you as the type. What a pervert you are Nobu.”

That small gesture almost made Aone cream in his pants. Almost. If not for the overwhelming shame he would feel if someone saw him, his dick was already as hard as can be. A murmur left Aone’s lips and y/n has to strain her neck to hear him over the sound of the music flowing through the house.

“What was that Nobu?”

“P-plea-ase,” he whispers, ears a bright shade of red as y/n smirks looking him in the eye to see his pupils blown out, clouded with lust and feeling his member poking her in the thigh.

“Please what Nobu?” their lips almost touching.

“..Please kiss me”

“That’s all you had to say ya damn polar bear”, finally pressing her lips on his and making the butterflies in his stomach turn into fireworks. He really couldn’t believe it. His head felt like it was about to burst from all the blood that rushed into it. Her lips felt so much better, so much better than his imagination. Her hands sliding up to his neck and slipping into the hair on the nape of his neck, he uttered a low groan giving access to y/n to slip her tongue onto his. Aone could feel his precum dampening his briefs and hoped that a dark spot wouldn’t be visible by the end of the night. She tried to break the kiss, his head leaning closer not letting her go until she tugged hard on his nape hair forcefully, a string of saliva still connecting them.

“What a needy boy”, she smirked, letting go of him to swipe at the corner of his lips. “Why didn’t I come speak to you earlier?”, he didn’t care because for him, this really was worth the wait.

Aone was not much of a party goer, but he’d have to thank his friends in the morning for forcing him to go to this one.

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wank127 · 4 years ago

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songs that make me think of denki!!

(btw my top artist for spotify this year was ben platt and for apple replay(yes i use both shh) it was cavetown which is so funny to me, like, was i okay??)

also, warning: it’s kind of a lot and it’s not even half of them lmao

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✨honorable mentions✨:

man or muppet- the muppets (i like to think that denki and mina sang it together at a talent show)

the boys are back in town- yung gravy(i’m not typing all the other names out) (just,, denki, kiri, sero and bakugou,,,)

the ballad of sara berry- 35MM (denki as sara, bakugou the main one singing, midoriya as julie jenkins, shinsou(or y’know, whoever) as his boyfriend, that kinda stuff)

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

screw loose- cry baby (ik ik it’s iffy but it’s honestly such a good song)

share your address- ben platt (just,, him being in love and jammin out in his room is all)

invitation- ashnikko ft. kodie shane

bust your windows- jazmine sullivan

daddy issues- the neighborhood

my hair- ariana grande (i just feel like he has such soft hair y’know?)

babooshka- kate bush

last resort- papa roach (no thoughts just him fucking shreddin it on the guitar)

halloweenie(1,2&3)- ashnikko

obvious- ariana grande

vienna- specifically ben platt’s cover

copy cat- melanie martinez ft. tierra whack

higher school sweethearts- melanie martinez

34+35- ariana grande

run- will jay

love language- ariana grande

exit music (for a film)- radiohead

chiquita- ABBA

dumb blonde- avril lavigne ft. nicki minaj (cmon, it’s a given)

positions- ariana grande (the whole album just gives me denki vibes)

hell of a ride- bo burnham

juice- lizzo

daddy af- slayyyter

rock me- one direction (fucking headbanger ngl)

back to black- amy winehouse

achilles come down- gang of youths

sway with me- saweetie & GALXARA

tantrum- ashnikko

my future- billie eilish

love me like there’s no tomorrow- freddie mercury

money, money, money- ABBA

wreak havoc- skylar grey

moonlight- ariana grande

the good side- troye sivan

teenage dirtbag- wheatus

tungs- the frights

best friend- rex orange county

donttrustme- 3OH!3

lullaby- scotty sire ft. liANA

no time to die- billie eilish

cry baby- melanie martinez

coffee breath- sofia mills

lucky- jason mraz & colbie caillat

pov- ariana grande

rehab- amy winehouse

guiltless- dodie

always- P!ATD

i need control- will jay

beachboy- mccafferty

circus- britney spears

sugar-baby goth ft. wiz khalifa

angel eyes- ABBA

everybody talks- neon trees

my heart belongs to daddy- ariana grande cover

love of my life- queen

comfort crowd- conan gray

wasting time- calpurnia

won’t bite- doja cat ft. smino

when he sees me- waitress

chanel- frank ocean

dear maria, count me in- all time low

dance, dance- fall out boy

i’m breaking down- falsettos

puttin’ on the ritz- taco

this is america- childish gambino (idk why either lmao)

leave me lonely- ariana grande ft. macy gray

class fight- melanie martinez

boys like you- dodie

strawberry blonde- mistki

WHEN I WAS OLDER- billie eilish

do it all the time- I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

make the grade- jack conte

the boys are back- high school musical

new friends- maty noyes

16/04/16 (jacks song)- cavetown

gingerbread man- melanie martinez

strawberry fields forever- the beatles

i’m the middle- dodie

figured out- ashe

american idiot- green day

smithereens- twenty one pilots

noise in my head- cavetown

strawberry shortcake- melanie martinez

self control- frank ocean/cavetown cover

listen before i go- billie eilish

sick of losing soulmates- dodie

hi, it’s me- ashnikko

burned out- dodie

don’t stop me now-queen

show & tell- melanie martinez

you can put your dukes down, stringbean- teddy hyde

i love you- billie eilish

myself- bazzi

drunk with my friends- ashnikko

drama club- melanie martinez

dear- cavetown

big girl(you are beautiful)- MIKA

little boy- ashnikko

numbers- melanie martinez

apocalypse please- muse

juicy- doja cat

want to want me- jason derulo

driver’s license- olivia rodrigo(ik it’s everywhere but omg heartbroken denki-)

bottom- mccafferty

toxic- ashnikko

thank you for the music- ABBA

never shut up again- heathers(west end)

kevin- andrew rannels/joe iconis

a million men- melanie martinez(unreleased)

get well soon- ariana grande

good while it lasted- ashnikko

slipping through my fingers- ABBA

deal with it- ashnikko (feat. kelis)

training wheels- melanie martinez

fight like a girl- ashnikko

good old-fashioned lover boy- queen

IV. sweatpants- childish gambino

jason’s song- ariana grande

watcha say- jason derulo

i hate everything about you- three days grace

rant- bo burnham

cuz i love you- lizzo

honestly anything by bo burnham

L8r boi- ashnikko

piggyback- melanie martinez(unreleased)

carolina- harry styles

sugar baby- meghan thee stallion

off the goop- yung gravy, bbno$ & cuco

killer queen- queen

slumber party- ashnikko ft. princess nokia

hotel california- eagles

umbrella- rihanna ft. jay z

stand tall- childish gambino

throat baby(go baby)- BRS kash, DaBaby & city girls

like a girl- lizzo (fem denki holds so much power)

can’t remember to forget you- shakira ft. rihanna

boom boom pow- black eyed peas

grace kelly- MIKA

popular song- ariana grande & MIKA

#denki kaminari #denki #kaminari #kaminari denki #yo if you scrolled down this far heyyy #no one asked for this but y’all like it when i share my thoughts sometime sooo here you go ig #honestly i’ll probably add to this when i think of another song #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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qvid-pro-qvo · 5 years ago

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need for more

aos!leonard mccoy x female!reader, who’s a nurse on the starship enterprise.

word count: 7091

rating: mature, for medical trauma (blood and gore, injury), angst

part two of more than a game, you and me.

After a few weeks of what you think you want in your relationship, Leonard seems to hint at something more. With the memory of a previous relationship lingering over your head, you pull away from a good thing, wondering if you can ever pick up the pieces.

That wasn’t the last time you went to Dr. McCoy’s – well, Leonard’s – office to kill time between shifts. Or during shifts. Or after shifts. And a couple of times, if it started in one location and ended up in your quarters, well, that was between you two.

But that’s all it was, you reasoned, with the sole confidants you trusted with that kind of information.

“You’re lookin’ like the cat that caught the canary,” Scotty said with a raised brow, your answering shrug not at all deterring him from curiosity even as he was shoulder deep in a nacelle. “Are we sure that there’s nothing more that we need to be discussing?”

“It’s just sex, two consenting adults. All it needs to be.”

“Right,” Christine nodded along, as the two of you chatted in the medication room, the other nurses and aforementioned doctor unable to hear a thing with the sealed sliding door. “And that’s the conclusion you both came to, hmm?”

Well. It wasn’t exactly discussed in depth, that’s for sure.

The thing was, he knew your name now. He knew what kind of shampoo you used because he saw it in the showers he took after a couple of rounds, and you knew how he took his coffee after early morning moments, but talking wasn’t something you did. You never even spent the night. It was a silent agreement. Couldn’t that be all it needed to be? The fact that you thought he looked fucking delicious in a blue Starfleet uniform and he liked the way the regulation whites looked on and off, that couldn’t be the end of it?

It’s not like he dared to let it go any farther. There wasn’t any offer to spend time together without the sex, and you didn’t think it was your place to offer anything when it seemed clear that Leonard’s feelings didn’t proceed past a “good lay.” It was something you kept on the down low, and no one said a damn thing about it.

So you didn’t talk about it. Or, at the very least, you didn’t bring it up as a point of conversation, because at the end of the day it was a good thing that you were comfortable with. Histories didn’t have to repeat themselves, of course. There was a reason Leonard’s eyes had felt like criticism, why a year on one ship was a landmark and anything beyond sex was out of the question.

It was still raw. Ached when you dared to remember.

And then the mission happened, and you had no choice but to.

Simple. Mission off-world. A potential new life-form and a new civilization was in the job description of the Enterprise, and so the captain needed an away team. Even with the arguments, of course, Leonard always got roped into it, and even though he pretended to be a gruff, no-nonsense kind of guy, he usually got up to nonsense with Captain Kirk.

“When’s the shuttle leaving?” you asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as you reached for your communicator. You hadn’t heard any kind of beeping, but it never hurt to keep checking for missed messages.

“Tomorrow morning, 0800,” he said with a groan. You could picture his eyes rolling, and the bed creaked a little as he rolled onto his side, fingers beginning to glide over the skin on your back, connecting some unknown dots. “Jim told Sulu to do some maneuverin’ with the ship to make sure we could find a place to land, hopefully in an optimal location.”

He always dropped his g’s when he was tired, and when you turned to face him, he looked it. The week hadn’t been kind to him, or the crew, and the kind heart you’d gotten more and more of a peek at during shifts ached when the crew suffered. Especially when it felt preventable, or some kind of misplaced wrath the universe decided to throw on good people. You’d gotten to know him, almost by accident, and that made you smile a little bit more.

“I didn’t think the great Dr. McCoy could get up that early,” you teased, and his hand stopped roaming to curl on your hip.

“Oh, I dunno,” he purred, and there was that smirk of his, just as brilliant of a victory as the first time you urged it out of him. “Maybe if I get real tired out that eight hours won’t be too hard to find. Could wake up bright and early, and well-rested.”

Your laugh was light, and you matched the quirk of his lips with your own, leaning forward to take a couple of kisses from him before whispering in his ear. “Something tells me you’re always a pain in the ass to get up in the mornings.”

That got a pinch from him, but you barely felt it as you giggled, the look on his face, a little sweet and a little sour, completely worth it. His expressions were things you sought out, earned. It felt nice, to know you were responsible for the sweet.

A few minutes later you felt him slide into the shower behind you, hands wrapping around your waist as his mouth teased a moan from you as it roamed over your neck.

“You’re lucky turtlenecks aren’t in regulation,” he murmured, choosing to bite on your shoulder as his finger brushed over your hips. “Though I have half a mind to convince you to ignore regulation.” His words made you shiver with that half-promise, and smile with his teasing, but you made sure to level a look as you turned to face him.

“So you can skip the consequences while you’re on-planet? I don’t think so. In fact, I think the regs are saving me from an inordinate amount of concealer purchases,” you shot at him, reaching up with your hand to gently pat on his cheek. The water made his hair flat and stick to his forehead, a situation you rectified as your brushed it back. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”

“Kick my ass, huh?” he grumbled, but it was half-heartedly and with a smile as he leaned in to kiss you. You stayed like that for a while, kissing under the warm spray, and when you pulled away it was so you could use the soap to lather up, offering it to him so he could get your back.

“I could kick your ass from here to New Vulcan, and don’t you forget it.”

The moment ended. Like all moments, there was a start and a finish, and the finish line came roaring into view as you heard him hum out a little tune as the soap foamed on your skin. Unfortunately, your eyes were closed, so you didn’t see it. You were humming something from the home world as he muttered to himself.

“Mm, I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.”

And, well. Wasn’t that… a sentence, at the very least.

One that made your insides twist up. Not unpleasantly, not completely, but something like fear and a little bit of delighted glee tangled to make your chest ache, your stomach turn. And with all of that, doubt decided to rear its ugly head, starting a pain right behind your eyes.

“You mean you’re going to miss my body,” you offered. A simple rectification, something that could make something like feelings go away. “I don’t blame you, it’s a great one.”

“Hmm?” Leonard was barely paying attention, eyes focused on the middle of your back, the soap against your skin as he assisted in scrubbing.

“You’re not going miss me.”

That made him stop. Stop kissing you for sure, and when you turned to face him it was because he spun you around, his dark brows furrowed together so tightly they almost seemed to join above his nose. “Well, that’s comin’ outta nowhere. What do you mean I’m not gonna miss you?”

“I mean that,” you said with a sigh, rolling your eyes, feeling the spray hit your back wash away the soap for long enough that you could twist back and turn it off completely. “You’re not going to miss a thing. It’s a landing party. You’ll be gone for a couple days and then you’ll be back.” With that, you figured the conversation over, and your hand reached to pull back the glass door. You were sliding out when you realized he wasn’t following, just staring at you, those brows now adjusted so that his face looked completely pinched.

“So, what, I can’t miss you? D’you think I don’t care about you, Y/N?” Leonard said, and he sounded… almost shocked. Surprised, even, but your rolling eyes made it clear that kind of act wasn’t exactly convincing.

“I’m not saying you hate me,” you replied, shrugging as you held your towel around you, reaching for something softer to wrap around your hair. “I’m just saying that we have a lot of fun having sex, and that’s okay if that’s all it is. You don’t have to pretend like there’s anything more.” That’s how it went. How it went before, at least.

This time he did follow, stepping out of the shower, catching the towel you threw at him, and the next few minutes were spent in silence. Tension filled the air, just like the steam, and you pressed the button for the vent a couple of times before realizing that it was shorted out. Great.

And then you realized that Leonard was… silent. An odd thing for him, especially when the two of you didn’t have clothes on. When you looked back at him, the wheels were definitely turning, and his lips were a little pursed, but he didn’t offer anything up as your eyes met, just looked you over as you reached for your toothbrush.

“Something on your mind, doctor?” you managed, keeping your tone teasing, but before you could get to your nightly routine, finish cleaning up, his hand reached out to cover yours on the brush, lowering it from your mouth. It was rough, from Georgia calluses and from Starfleet scars. “Leonard… I’m not the captain, you can speak freely.”

“Y/N… you think there’s nothing more here?” he asked, and his deep eyes met yours with an intensity that made you swallow, mouth falling a little open as you stared back.

Was he that dense? It wasn’t like he made anything else an option. “Considering that during shifts you only call me ‘nurse’ and after shifts you don’t talk to me at all except for a joke or a comm when you wanna bunk over, I’d say it’s a fair assessment.” Your hand pulled away from his so that you could cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the bathroom sink.

And that… well. You’d see Leonard McCoy grumpy; you’d seen him angry, even, but this was… something else. More like sullen. A shadow seemed to fall over his features, and he pulled his gaze away to look at himself in the mirror.

“What, do you think there is?” you asked, not even scoffing at it, just raising your own brow, and when he heard that he seemed to shut down even more, the hand that had held yours reaching to hold his towel up. Your eyes widened a bit, and there was a tightness in your chest again, fierce and almost like hope, and your hand still seemed to thrum with the gentle touch he’d offered. “Doc… do you?”

But before any more could be said, or done, his eyes, unreadable, pulled away from the mirror to meet yours, narrowed, dark.

“No. That’s obviously ridiculous, ain’t it?”

It was mean. It was plain mean, sarcastic, almost caustic as it came from his lips, and as you watched him say it you could barely blink. Even when you first met, he’d never been that dismissive, that cruel, and you forced yourself to look away, holding your own towel close against yourself. Crushed, maybe? And then anger. Pure anger.

“Yeah. Obviously.”

You pushed off of the sink, and when you opened the bathroom door with the slam of another button, the steam rushed out along with you. Leonard followed soon after, but you didn’t dare make eye contact with him, instead making sure you kept covered as you moved to your drawers to find new clothes for yourself.

“You should go. I’m gonna call an engineer for the vent, wouldn’t want anyone to see you in here,” you called over your shoulder, still refusing to make eye contact.

“Right. Wouldn’t want anyone to see us,” he scoffed, and when you turned around, it was with narrowed eyes of your own.

“No, I wouldn’t. Unlike you, I’ve still got a respect for regulations that don’t involve our sick bay.”

“Is that all you care about, then? Regulations?”

His pants were already on, pulled up with enough indignation that you had to roll your eyes again, yanking up your shorts with matched intensity.

“Excuse me? No, Dr. McCoy, I care about my job. Believe it or not, between the two of us, I do think I’m more likely to get punished for this little thing we have going on,” you snapped, “and I would like to keep my position on a starship for a little while longer.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His voice was well above normal decibel now, a hand pulling through his wet hair. “You sayin’ I would leave you out to dry?”

“I’m saying only one of us is close personal friends with the captain of the Enterprise, Leonard. Whether you like it or not, that’s how politics work. The ones with connections get protected.” Your eyes closed, your hands clenching into fists as you felt memories wash over you, your first posting playing in your mind.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t do that.” His blue shirt was on now, a bit wrinkled, but otherwise without any obvious signs of wear. Easy enough to explain. “And Jim wouldn’t let that happen, you know that!”

When you opened your eyes again, he was dressed – he was Dr. Leonard McCoy, chief medical officer of the Starship Enterprise, and you… well. You were just a nurse, weren’t you?

“No, Dr. McCoy,” you said with a sigh, voice small, tired. “That’s not something I know at all.”

His eyes got big then tightly closed, a hand coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, a headache fighting him, surely. Another time you would’ve offered him a water, something oral he could take for the pain, but in that moment, you just felt a little empty and very ready for bed.

“Have a good mission,” you offered, as something like an olive branch. To keep the pain from being something that’d cause you both a nightmare at work. But when he nodded, he could barely look at you, and the door to your quarters slid shut in the silence.

“You wanna talk about it, Y/N?” Christine asked, as you laid back on her bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling as she got ready for her shift. When she saw you the day after your fight with Leo – well, with Dr. McCoy, she insisted on you coming over after your rotation.

“Talk about what?” you asked, before rolling so your face could be shoved into a pillow.

“I asked to be polite,” she shot back, and when you looked at her, her gaze was pointed. “What I should really say is that you’re going to talk about it, so you’ll feel better and so I can solve your problem.”

“I can solve my own problems,” you groaned out. But it was muffled enough that Christine could feign ignoring it when she came to sit next to you.

“I know that. But when you’re close to the situation it can be tough.”

Another groan.

“Y/N. I’m on your side. Talk to me,” Christine basically commanded, and with a peek out with one eye you rolled back on your back, huffing.

“I got into a fight with Dr. McCoy,” you got out, rubbing a hand over your face. Of course, Christine didn’t say anything, but she did seem to squint, pushing you on. “Before he left on his land mission with the usual crowd. He’d come over, we had sex, and afterwards when we were in the shower, he… said he’d miss me. While he was on the surface.”

There was no immediately reply. When you looked at her again, she seemed to be confused, confirmed by her glance up and down your body on her bed. “And the fight happened after that?”

“Yes.”

You described the situation. You talked about the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, and then the way he shot down anything more with a word. You talked about the way you questioned his feelings, the way you threw his position in his face, and the way he finished it all off by leaving without another word. By the time you were done, Christine’s face had gone through various versions of horrified, and your face was beet red with something like shame.

“So, a doctor and a nurse can’t talk to each other,” she started. “Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke.”

“No joke here,” you offered, swallowing tightly. “Just a big fucking mess. And now he’s on-planet, so I can’t… y’know. Do something sane like apologize.”

She hummed before standing up again, moving to a drawer to find a clean skirt to pull on. “Just overthink.”

A nod from you, and she hummed again, something that made you sit up, the pillow you’d interacted with before now pulled to your chest. “So. What can I do?”

And with a long look from her, she just sighed, sitting down so she could rest a hand over your fingers, giving them a loving pat even as she toed her shoes on.

“I think the first question is, Y/N – what do you want?”

The talk with Christine could only last so long. She had a shift to report to, and you had a shower that needed fixing, but even in a short amount of time Christine gave you a lot to think about. Something you pondered over for the next few days, as Leonard and the captain and the commander beamed up and down, back and forth, exploring a strange new world.

That left you a lot of time to think about what you wanted.

You wanted Leonard. Christine didn’t need to tell you that much. But you wanted more than the routine. More than the fucking whenever schedules could allow. You wanted more than moments stolen away and nights apart. You wanted to know him. You wanted to listen to him ramble about the horrors of intergalactic travel and rave about Jim Kirk and rant about the stupidity of the bridge crew. You wanted to see that smirk that sent chills up your spine and that smile that left you feeling warm.

Hell, you wanted more.

But, of course, when you figured it out, well. That’s when it all went to shit. Three days after Leonard left your quarters, to be precise.

“Bones!”

The captain’s nickname, usually full of teasing and life, sounded like it was ripped out of him, like the pain of saying it almost outweighed what happened. Your fingers were busy running scans over Scotty, who had half a swollen face and a steadily rising heart rate, and the soundtrack to you shooting him up with diphenhydramine was the sound of Leonard’s groans, the kind that made your blood run cold. The only reason you heard them was because Commander Spock had an open channel between here and the surface, and he was prepping to beam down again.

“Did you see what you got slashed by?” you urged, forcing Scotty to focus on you as you did your best to stifle the bleeding with some clean gauze over the spot. “Scotty, tell me, what’s going on down there?”

“It was a trap,” he got out, his words thick as one side of his mouth was prohibiting movement due to the swelling. “Jim and the doctor got the brunt of it. We just… we just thought…” he mumbled, and you called out for another nurse as he began to tumble forward.

“Get him to a biobed, and keep that gauze on him!” you ordered, watching as the other nurse helped Scotty limp over to a free space. “I’ll prep the fluids.”

The whole ship was on red alert. Captain Kirk was getting ambushed, and for some reason hadn’t been beamed back aboard. But all you could think about was Leonard. Down there, obviously hurt, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

It scared you. It really, really scared you.

“Nurse,” Commander Spock called out, and you turned to face him, realizing you’d frozen in your spot, the bag of fluids for Scotty still in your hands. “From what I saw before arriving back on the ship, we’ll need an osteo-regenerator and a blood transfusion when I return. Do we have types that match for the captain and the chief medical officer?”

“We’ve got O- for both,” you responded, before rushing to Scotty to give the nurse attending to him the fluids he needed. “Who else is on the surface?”

“After the last round, no one. We’re lucky the degree of injuries was not more serious, considering their advanced weaponry.”

You glanced around at the medbay, a good proportion of the biobeds filled and medical staff filling the place to capacity, treating the wide array of pain. “Yeah. Lucky. I’ll have two biobeds waiting.”

Another moan, from the communicator, one that made your heart stop. Your hand reached up to rest on your chest, swallowing tightly as you thought about Leonard in that much pain.

And after Spock left, leaving you to rush to assist the doctors as they began move from bed to bed, it was all you could think about. Almost all of your regenerators were in use, and your tricorders were buzzing like nobody’s business, but the noise was nothing compared to the pounding of your heart, the thought of him dying down there.

And then, you heard it. Another groan of pain, Captain Kirk’s panicked voice as they began their movement towards the beds awaiting them.

“God… goddammit…”

“Sulu, get us out of here now!”

“Aye, Captain!”

They seemed to stumble around the corner, and when the arrived, three nurses could help support their weight. The Captain’s upper arm looked like it had a bite taken out of it, and his cheek was marred with what looked like slashes, but Leonard… oh, Leonard.

“What happened?” you breathed out, your eyes widening in horror.

His leg was broken. That much was clear, and the angle made you sick, the way the bone seemed to show through the damage. But what was much worse was the stab wound to the gut, sluggishly dripping blood through his own fingers as he tried to staunch the flow.

When his eyes seemed to scan the room, he barely seemed in it, and when they met yours, something seemed to come over him. “Y/N,” he groaned, coughing as he was lifted and laid onto the bed waiting him. “Y/N, I – I need to… tell you…”

“Leonard, I need you to save your strength, okay? Oh, god, we’re gonna need more blood,” you called out, and another nurse scurried away, Dr. M’Benga coming alongside you to assess the situation.

“Nurse Y/L/N,” he commanded, “and Nurse Chapel! We need to focus on the stomach wound, I’m worried about what could be perforated. Dr. McCoy, this is Dr. M’Benga, can you hear me?”

“Computer, raise the lights over biobed seven 15%!” Christine yelled out, her own face pale, but focused. “Let’s get him oxygen, his sats are below 85!”

“Heart rate is 140, BP is dropping. We need fluid replacement and two IVs placed, stat!” you cried.

“Y/N… please…”

“Let’s prep the crash cart.”

“I need a suture and a drainage set.”

“What does that reading say? Bump the O2 two liters.”

“Y/N…”

But he could only look at you, even as his eyes seemed to close, even as the world seemed to fade away. Your eyes were starting to blur with tears, but you blinked them away – you had a job to do, and that job was keeping him here, and alive, and safe. “Leonard, I swear to God, you are not dying on me now. Not now, not ever, you hear me? Leonard. Leonard? … no.

No.

Leonard!”

Somehow, he pulled through. Somehow, Dr. Leonard McCoy didn’t die that day. Somehow, all he’d walk away with was a scar on his stomach and a few rounds of bone regeneration scheduled throughout the following week. He stayed unconscious for a good chunk of that time, but between the moments awake the crew marveled at the resilience of their chief medical officer.

“There’s… there’s no way Bones could die on a starship, y’know?” Captain Kirk told you, as you both lingered by his bedside. “He stayed alive out of spite.” His voice seemed a little thick, but you didn’t mention it, just smiled weakly at him as you held his hand,.

And when it was just you and him, and his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, you stuck around. The other nurses whispered and the other officers raised a brow, but you barely noticed.

A mission. One mission, and that could’ve been it. That’s all you could think about it, and as you sat by his side, your shifts for once coming second, you found yourself thanking whatever you could think of that it wasn’t over.

“Oh, Leonard.”

Your hands enclosed around one of his. He spent more time with his eyes open than closed nowadays, but when his eyes were open you often excused yourself, giving him time with Jim and the bridge crew. You took your step back, just knowing he was calling to you as he lay on that fucking bed, and when his eyes closed again you resumed your place, sitting back and watching or keeping his fingers warm.

One day, about two weeks into his recovery, your replicated coffee was the only thing keeping you on your feet when you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around, you were shocked to find the captain, now more like an acquaintance, rather than another nurse. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh. Hello, Captain. Did you need something?”

“Nothing personally,” he replied with a small smile, but his hands were clasped behind his back now. “It’s Bones. He’s asking for you.”

You felt your heart begin racing, and the mug in your hands was held with white knuckles. “Oh. Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

There was a brief pause, and you found yourself staring at your coffee, mouth open with words you weren’t sure how to say. “Captain… I – I don’t know if it’s a good idea. The last time we talked…”

“Please, call me Jim,” the man asked, lifting a hand to stop you. “And… look. Y/N. I know what happened, all right? Between the two of you.”

“Oh. That’s… that’s… uh.” As you stared up at him your mind began to race, your coffee lifted just so you could have something to do, but his eyes didn’t pull away from yours, his mouth twisted into something… pensive.

What could you say? What could you even dare to say, knowing that he knew everything? that surely this was the last step in the road? “Look, Captain,” you finally said, voice low, “I can… I can resign, if that’s what you want. I understand, what we did, it was unprofessional, and I take full –“

“What?”

When you blinked, coming back to your senses, the captain looked horrified, like you’d grown a second head, and you found your hands lifting in surrender.

“I do. I take full responsibility, and if you want to transfer me to another ship, I understand.”

“What? No, no, Y/N. Stop. I don’t want your resignation. I just wanted to say that I think you and Bones should give it another go.”

Now it was your turn to look shocked, mouth agape as you lowered your coffee and stared at him, wondering where his second head would shoot from.

“You don’t – you don’t want my resignation?”

“Why would I want your resignation? Bones himself said you’re one of the best nurses on the crew. Why would I turn you away?”

Your mind was thrown back to your quarters, to the way Bones looked at you. That same horrified expression, at the idea of turning his back on you.

“It’s… it’s happened before. With a boss. I won’t get into details, but. Let’s just say my previous job wasn’t as great as this one is.”

If someone asked you to name one way to get Jim Kirk mad, well. Informing him that one of his crew had gotten royally screwed over by their previous boss was a pretty sure shot. The guy looked like he was going to punch someone, or more specifically, find the right person to punch.

“Look, Y/N, if you need me to direct this ship anywhere specific…”

“No!” It shocked a laugh out of you, the captain’s sudden fierceness, and you found yourself laughing almost too loudly, like after two weeks of pain the laughter had been pent up within you. You ended it with a smile, and wiping at your eyes. “No, it’s not – it’s over. It’s in the past, I promise. It’s what I was expecting, that’s all. To… to lose this. Thank you, Captain, for the offer, but. The past is best left in the past.”

There was a brief moment when the Captain looked like he had half a mind to ignore you, but thankfully, after five terrifying seconds, he nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “All right. Well. No accidental murders today. But, look, ou should talk to him. To Bones. Something tells me he’s not gonna stop sending me to get you until you show up when he’s awake.”

“Right.” Your stomach churned, for a second, but the Captain – Jim – looked so earnest. Like he always did. So sincere. “Okay. I’ll head over.”

“You want me to walk you?”

Selfless. Considerate. You began to see the hype around Jim Kirk, and for the second time in that conversation, you smiled.

“Thank you, Jim. But I think it’s better if I go alone.”

When you pulled aside the privacy curtain, Leonard was very much awake, as well as proving why doctors made the worst patients.

His thin blanket was thrown aside, on to the ground, and Christine looked like she was about two more minutes away from reporting a murder in the medical bay. Leonard, on the other hand, barely had her in mind as he yelled in a voice rough from a period of disuse, sitting on the edge of his biobed, ready to jump ship. His hair was ragged around the edges, and his five o’clock shadow had grown out to a full beard, unkempt and scratched at as he moved. “Nurse Chapel, I am telling you, if I spend one more goddamn night here, I am gonna lose it. How the hell else am I supposed to rehabilitate this leg if you won’t even let me walk from here to the goddamn door?”

“Dr. McCoy, I am begging you to please wait until I have the wheelchair ready for you. The regenerated bone still needs time to adjust, and your dermatological regen hasn’t even finished yet. Not to mention you’re definitely not strong enough to travel anywhere on your own,” she stated plainly, arms crossed over her chest.

“I can live with a scar, Nurse Chapel, and I sure as hell ain’t a goddamn foal,” the man started again, reaching for the edge of the biobed. As he did, you watched his blood pressure drop from the position change, and with a sigh you moved to be in perfect catching position. “Lord knows I’m a doctor and not a fuckin’ physical therapist, but I’m telling you I can at least walk right over there to where the door is and make it back to my own… goddamn… bed…”

As he began to sway, you moved forward to lean him back in the bed, smiling at Christine as she came about his other side to rearrange his legs, covering him back up with the blanket.

“Well, looks like I came just in time,” you said with a smirk, and when you looked up at Christine she was laughing.

“And it looks like you’ve got him handled for the moment. I need to prep his next round of hypos, he’s still on some antibiotics after those open wounds,” she explained, glaring at the patient, who had recovered from his bout of dizziness and found himself looking up at you. And only you, since Christine walked out and closed the curtain behind her, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/N,” Leonard said, his voice softer now that he was calmed, your hands moving over him and adjusting his blanket. His eyes hadn’t met yours yet, but you could feel them on you as you pulled back from fidgeting with it. “You’re here.”

“You did want the captain to come find me, right?” you asked, biting your lower lip as you glanced toward the door. “If you need someone else, I can go track them down…”

But before you could even think about taking a step, his head was shaking, those brilliant eyes looking up at you from his supine position, those dark brows furrowed as he looked you over. “There’s no one else, Y/N. He got the right gal.”

You could only nod, swallowing, glancing down at the bandages you could see the outline of through the blanket.

Leonard followed your gaze, and his eyes narrowed when he saw what you were looking at, tilting his head to the side so he didn’t have to look for too long. It was a bad memory, that only made the breakthrough pain worse. “They’re mainly for support, now, but… it wasn’t good, how I ended up.”

“I know, doc,” you whispered. “I was there.”

But what the both of you really knew, as you stood beside his bed, was the dance you two were managing to avoid the real conversation. The one that had your hands wringing just out of his line of sight, the one that had his head beginning to ache.

“I can… start us off,” Leonard offered, but you shook your head, eyes closing tight.

“No!” Your voice was desperate, and he just gaped, watching you shake your heard. “No, I owe you an explanation. And you… deserve one, after what I said.” With a soft sigh, you settled in the seat next to the biobed, one hand squeezing your own knee.

But. Where to start.

“The last time… I was in a relationship – a real relationship, I guess – was about a year and a half ago,” you sighed. Your eyes were open, but you didn’t look at Leonard, didn’t watch his lips curl into a frown, didn’t watch his fingers tap on the sheets. Instead, you stared straight ahead, finding yourself lost in the memories.

“He was a doctor, at the hospital I worked at. It was a Federation hospital, with direct ties to Starfleet, so we saw a lot of more serious cases, especially with the Academy basically on our doorstep. It was… my dream, to work there, basically since I left school. My mother had been treated there my entire life, and Starfleet was more of a path to that dream, treating cadets off-mission than anything. A fantastic research and teaching hospital working with the Federation, one that wasn’t in ship?”

Your hands were still wringing, and as you glanced at Leonard, he seemed to be listening, breathing steady.

“When I started working there, though, I realized how relentless it was. How anyone would do anything to get over anyone else. And the doctor. He – he was incredible.” You managed a smile, but it was sad around the edges, even as you let out a little chuckle. “Witty, and funny, and incredibly talented, and when I got to know him that’s all I saw. The wit, and the humor. But as we got closer, and more involved, I started to see more. I saw behind what he showed his patients, and the other nurses, I saw – well, I saw the mistrust of patient reports, I saw the ego, and… well. I saw the danger he was putting himself in, and his coworkers, not to mention those he cared for. We began to fight, and he would make me swear not to tell anyone, saying that it would ruin his career, and that if I did it… well. He’d make sure I’d pay.”

Your hands were fists now, apart, the knuckles so white it ached. You didn’t even notice Leonard’s hand on top of yours until you felt the warmth, let it leech into your joints.

“I thought I had loved him, I really did, but the things he was doing. It was more than just snagging a narcotic hypo. He would ignore real concerns of his patients because he just didn’t care for them. And then when I’d bring it up, angry and frustrated at unnecessary pain and consequences, he’d brush it off. He thought he was invincible.” Your nails were digging into your palms again, and you huffed, shaking your head.

“So, I turned him in, to the hospital. Called his bluff. I showed them the notes he was making in his paper files, I had evidence for everything. I figured that maybe he’d get punished, and after… it’d all be okay. But.”

“Y/N,” Leonard murmured, but you shook your head.

“By the time I turned him in he’d already prepped his whole story. And, what’s more, he had a fall guy. Me. So, when I turned in all the proof, they laughed in my face, and then – and then…”

“They kicked you out. On the curb,” he supplied, and you nodded.

“I almost got my license revoked for the shit they accused me of. But, thankfully, the worst punishment I got was transferring. And then I met you…”

“And it felt like it all over again?”

He thankfully didn’t mention the tears in your eyes as you finished, or the way you wiped them away as you shook your head.

“Not even close! It’s… it’s different here. Everyone on this ship is incredible, and the whole staff here was kind, and considerate. And you were abrasive, sure, but… I just felt like I had to prove myself. And so, after a year, when you stumbled onto me and Christine, I just – I just needed to prove I was competent. And then when it started to become more than just sex, I – I got scared.”

“Y/N,” Leonard whispered, and you stood up, gripping his hand now, managing to smile at him as you did.

“I know you’re not him.” You squeezed his fingers, and he squeezed yours back, but you were already pushing forward, eyes closed tightly. “I know that. But I just got so worried that I would – I would find out that this awesome doctor, that loves his patients, that cares for them, didn’t care about me. And I’d get duped again.”

There was silence. The sound of the machines, the whirr of the biobed as it took another reading for Leonard’s vitals, but when you opened your eyes to look at him, he was staring right back, something like a shine in his eyes as well.

“Darlin’,” he whispered. “You’re an incredible nurse. A badass healer. And more than that, I – goddammit, I care about you. More than you could ever know. Hell, when I first kissed you, I knew that you were special. You’re not just competent, you’re outstanding.”

“Leonard,” you breathed, but he squeezed your fingers again, pulling them to his lips with a huff.

“Y/N. When I was on that god-forsaken planet, you know the last person I thought of, the last moment I had in my mind?”

You shook your head, but he was already smiling, lost in his own thoughts.

“You. You, whirling around on me in the bay, pointing your finger, kissing me. You, taking care of patients. You, you, and you, and all that we had. All that we have. And I thought to myself, that if I stayed alive, I would head back to that starship and beg her for more.”

That got a laugh out of you, wet with tears and heavy with exhaustion, but you laughed, and you laughed, and you leaned your head down to rest it on his chest, something like peace overwhelming you as his lips pressed into your hair.

“I want more, too, Leonard,” you finally whispered, and when you pulled your head back it was to see the way his smile looked before you kissed it off of him.

“So,” Jim started, sliding off of his biobed as he watched you and Leonard, well, show off some PDA once Bones was back on his feet. It was more subtle than it could’ve been, his hand resting on the small of your back, your heads together as you looked over scheduling for the next week. “They finally fix things?”

“About a week late in noticing, but yeah. That’s what it looks like,” Christine offered, barely glancing up as she offered a hypospray for pain to one of the yeoman who’d been down to offer some sort of backup to a brawl in the engineering bay.

“Huh.” The captain stared for a moment, before shaking his head, letting out a little chuckle. “Well. Good for them. Bones wouldn’t ever shut up about her.”

Christine managed a little laugh herself. “Oh, don’t worry. That was mutual. I can’t believe they survived this long without making out in his office.”

That made him wince. “Chris, please tell me the biobeds were not involved.”

Which made her laugh even harder. “Don’t worry, Captain. We disinfect after each use.”

#reader-insert #leonard mccoy x reader #bones x reader #leonard mccoy #bones #montgomery scott #james t. kirk #kirk #scotty #christine chapel #fanfic #my fic #star trek: aos #female!reader

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Teen Wolf : 1x01 “Wolf Moon”

OMG they look so young! This whole episode has made me feel so old, I can’t believe that it’s been 9 years since this aired. I still remember watching this after middle school and now, it’s been almost a decade, I’m in college , I’m a full adult, unbelievable!

Let’s proceed with the actual reaction, though.

The first scene it’s surprisingly good, I mean, the way it starts all somber with the creepy music, you see all the police department and the Sheriff arriving to the woods, all the police dogs barking , the fog ,... I really liked it. Actually, I had forgotten about this scene in particular.

Like, we actually get to see the Sheriff a little bit, in my mind we weren’t introduced to the Sheriff until later in the episode. That was cool, knowing that he’s the first important character we see (even though you need to be paying a lot of attention to see that it’s him, because they just focus on showing his arm or something like that )

Suddenly, the music changes into an upbeat song, and we are in Scotts house. (God, seeing Scott fixing the Lacrosse stick gave me ALL the nostalgic feelings I could handle) Tyler Posey looks so young, like a little baby, he changes so much during the years. Not like Dylan who looks exactly the same but , with longer hair 9 years later.

Anyway, we have baby Scott (that’s how I will be referring to him for the next 2 seasons aprox) working out , being teenagery , brushing his teeth (his sink worried me a bit, maybe they should think about investing in a new one ‘cause that one looks nasty) Then, he hears a noise and freaks out. BTW, Scotts hair is a whole situation, it’s way too long for such a small face.

He freaks out, gets out of the house with a baseball bat,which might have been the highlight of my day (also,the baseball bat as a deathly weapon was Scott’s idea first ,ladies and gentlemen, let’s take that into consideration) and we are finally introduced to Stiles.

What better way to introduce him than having him hanging for his first 2 minutes on screen? (he being completely unfazed by it, and carrying the conversation like nothing was wrong, is my favorite thing in the world and the reason why I love Stiles so much) if this whole scene isn’t the reason why everyone kept watching the pilot, Idk what to tell you.

Ok, then, after the best interaction ever, Stiles has somewhat convinced Scott to go look for the body in the woods. Because, yes people, there’s a body , this body is missing a half and Stiles wants to find it. Like, of course he does, this man thinks he’s a detective or something (And yes, I did say a half because we don’t know which part is missing) So, in what has to be the most teenager/peer pressure way (reluctantly following your best friend trough the woods with a murderer on the loose) our story begins.

We have Stiles and Scott walking around trying to find the body (every sentence that leaves Dylan's mouth during this episode is gold, that's really my opinion) Scotty is worried about the prospect of founding not only the body but, the murderer, Stiles is living his best life, joking around, walking way too fast for our asthmatic baby Scott, and that's how they get separated.

We properly meet one of the best characters of the show, the sheriff Stilinski, after Stiles gets scared by another deputy that thinks he’s the murderer, and Stiles leaves with his dad. So, now we have us a baby Scott walking alone, in the dark, back home.

He’s walking for a bit, with creppy background music and various animal noises (the music and the ambiance of this show are great. Props to the music team, honestly) Then, he reaches a clearing in the middle of the forest, takes out his inhaler, and when he is about to use it, a bunch of deer bump into him causing him to fall to the ground and drop the inhaler. (I bet he was more worried about dying crushed by deer than losing it, though) When the deer have gone their merry way,and he no longer thinks he’s going to die, he gets up and starts looking for the inhaler with the light of his cell phone (with the light of the screen to be precise. Scotty isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed), but he doesn’t find his inhaler, he finds... The body (the upper part, in case someone was wondering)

Then, Scotty jumps back from the scare, and falls down a hill. When he gets up, a huge black monster attacks him and baby Scott gets bitten!

(The CGI of the first season is truly horrifying but, don’t panic my friends, it will get better)

Baby Scott runs as good as he can manage ,after being bitten by an unknown huge thing and having lost his inhaler,through the woods until he reaches the road, where he is almost hit by a car (our homeboy Scotty is having a really bad night)

SPOILER

The fact that he gets almost run over by Allison and her mom , who aren’t even in the show yet is amazing. Jeff did truly love this 2 because their storyline is truly wonderful, their whole relationship is handled with such care and a lot of attention to details. It makes my heart soft.

SPOILER

They go to school, Jackson looks like an asshole and turns out to be an asshole, normal High School shit. Scotty shows Stiles his bandage and tells him that a wolf bit him, then Stiles proceeds to laugh his ass off because there hasn’t been wolfs in California in like 60 years (Stiles is the kind of person that knows that type of thing) and , baby Scott tells him that he found the body.

Then this whole hilarious scene happens:

They go to class and Scotty starts hearing a phone ringing and turns out he’s the only one hearing it (obviously dude, you’re a werewolf) because it’s the phone of a new girl that’s outside of the High School waiting for the headmaster (I guess, I though someone else was but maybe that hasn’t happened,yet) this new girl is talking on the phone with her mom and she realizes that she forgot to bring a pen (really? You forget to bring a pen to your first day of High School? Someone wasn’t prepared)

So the headmaster brings the new girl to Scotty’s class , her name is Allison, and baby Scott has a crush on her the second he sees her (puppy love has never been more fitting )

Then, he does that whole thing of giving her a pen that she didn’t ask for (if I was Allison I’d be creeped out that someone just gave me a pen after I said outside of the building that I didn’t have one but, IDK, maybe it’s just me)

Anyway, Lydia and Allison become BFFs ,they have Lacrosse practice (we hear the Lacrosse background music for the first time) and surprise, Baby Scott didn’t suck (we also meet Coach aka the most important person of Beacon Hills high school) After school Stiles and Scott go back to the wood to look for the body and the inhaler (seriously, do this kids never learn?) while Stiles jokes about Scotty being a werewolf,and Derek Hale makes his first appearance (God Derek looks like Edward Cullen in this episode) he gives Scott his inhaler back and tells them to get out of his property (like an old man)

Stiles tells Scotty that almost all of Derek’s family died in a fire in his house and baby Scott leaves to go to work. He goes to feed the cats and they freak out, Allison comes to the vet hysterical with a dog she run over , this cutie moment happens :

Baby Scott is in love, so he asks her out to Lydia’s party that friday, Allison is also in love so she says yes. Scotty goes to sleep feeling on cloud nine and wakes up in the middle of the woods (it was a full moon the night before) he sees the big monster that attacked him the other night starts running and ends up falling in someone’s pool (Baby Scott is way to ripped for an asthmatic little kid but, ok)

He goes to school , Jackson interrogates him about steroids (fuck off Jackson, no one likes you. Well, maybe Lydia, but that’s it) Scotty freaks out about sleepwalking 40 miles into the woods, they go to Lacrosse practice and Scotty makes first line so he’s going to be playing in their first Lacrosse game of the year ,Stiles is suspicious because Scott was awful at Lacrosse like 2 days ago , and suddenly he’s a pro (like he should be, honestly, people should listen to Stiles more)

Stiles goes home researches a freaking ton about lycanthropy and werewolfs and decides that yes, his best friend is a werewolf (just like that, that was his first option and he stuck to it) he calls Scotty, tells him that he should cancel his date with Allison just in case he tries to kill her but Scott ignores him.

Melissa and baby Scott have a nice mother-son moment before his first ever date (with a lot more mentions of teenage pregnancies and underage sex for what one would expect from a first date)

Baby Scott takes Allison to the party, everything is going great, until it isn’t. Suddenly Scott starts feeling the bloodlust and the changes that Stiles had warned him about, so he leaves the party (leaving Allison alone without as mush as an apology, and without a way to get back home) Do not fear, though. Derek offers to take her home so everything’s great.

Scotty goes home while having a whole freak out and tells Stiles (who has followed him because he’s the best friend anyone could ever have) that Derek is the werewolf that bit him. Stiles tells Scotty that Derek took Allison home, Baby Scott leaves to have a fucking argument with Derek, and Stiles goes to Allison’s house (Allison was just fine so Stiles leaves)

Scotty and Derek get attacked by werewolf hunters (needless to say, Scotty won’t be sleeping in a while)

In the morning Stiles picks him up from the woods. At school Scotty apologizes to Allison, she forgives him because they are in love (or stupid , if I had been left like that in the first date I wouldn’t have forgiven him) and we are introduced to Allison’s dad

Wait, did I say Allison’s dad? I meant the werewolf hunter that tried to kill him the night before.

Wow that was a roller coaster of emotions ! What did you guys think? Did you remember all of what actually happens ? Did you also realize that you’ve been mixing what happens in each season together into one big season? Because I did

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years ago

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Working For Love: A TerrorMoo Story 12/17

....I really need to like, put a reminder on that I need to post these updates on Saturday. I apparently missed last week. I apologize.

If it makes you feel better, Bels and I have like...50% of the second Libahunt book outlined? Hope that makes you smile.

Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian didn’t like to keep things. ‘Traditional relationships’ didn’t matter to him, because like every good story, all things had to end.

He didn’t talk to the people he did when he was in high school, though none of the friendships ended in dismay or from fighting. They simply went onto different plot lines, Brian cheering them on all the while. He’d put effort in all of the romantic relationships he’d managed to snag, but never felt a deep sadness when they ran their course. Some were pages of his life story, while others only took a few lines. But they were all important in their own right, and deserved their places in his novel. Brian didn’t see the end of relationships, romantic or platonic, as a failure, but a happy journey that had reached its destination. He was sure not all of his partners saw it in the same light, but he wasn’t responsible for their mental happiness. Brian could only cherish the moments in his memories, and look forward to whatever would come next in his story line.

Maybe he thought the same about Brock at one point. The feelings were forming differently, sure, and Brian’s slow attempts at courting him was a change of pace. They’d been playing their cat and mouse game for seven months, the longest Brian had chased someone for their affection. It was a slow brewed romance that left him room for more smiles, more hand brushes. The rare times he got to scoop Brock into his arms for a hug after their group hung out was worth the wait. There’d been no kissing, no declaration of feelings to one another. Signs were hanging brightly over their heads, to the point that even Nogla could point them out. Nogla didn’t even realize he was dating people half the time until Brian mentioned they’d broken up. Romance was normally blazes of hot fire that sizzled out just as fast, which Brian didn’t mind. Brock’s was a slow burn, warming Brian from the inside long after they separated for the night.

But despite these little signs that pointed to how different Brian treated Brock, he didn’t think much about it. They were simply sailing the same river he’d been down with others before, affectionate waves gently pushing their boat to their final destination. Brock was still healing, Brian wasn’t in a rush, and so he saw no reason to really look at the differences.

One night in October changed all of that.

“This place is dead.” Brian’s head pulled up from its resting spot on the front desk at the familiar tone, not even realizing he’d started to smile at the sight of Brock until the other gave him his own quirk of shy lips. “Hi.”

“Hey handsome.” By now, the pet names that he’d given to Brock were easy to come out, his heart purring at the rosy complexion the popped over Brock’s cheeks each time. Again, a slight variant from his other romantic interests (as pet names were never really his thing), but Brock was just too reactive not to use them. “What a sight for sore eyes. I thought I wouldn’t see you tonight. You had that parent-teacher conference thing, right?”

“It just got out. Most of my parents came earlier in the night, so I was able to clean up my room before the event was over.” Brock’s tie was slightly off-center, though it didn’t matter when he slid a finger into the knot and yanked it loose. The hair that always curled at the ends when he worked out was a little more put together now, though some of the rebellious strands were starting to curve in protest.

“And your first thought was to come to the gym? Not sure if Tyler would be keen on you running in loafers.” Brock’s ‘teacher’ look was a rare form Brian got to see, and he took his time appreciating the image without shame. His mind drifted, but not to the sexual thoughts he was sure he might have with anyone else (teacher-student role play had always been a favorite of his mischievous side). Instead, they settled on how lucky those who Brock had dated were to come home each night to the scene now presented to him. The button up was too loose on Brock’s slimmer form now, no matter how often Brock claimed it was his normal size. The cuffs were yanked open, and Brian knew from previous conversations that they rarely stayed buttoned throughout the work day. Brian’s thumb absentmindedly rubbed along his own wrist, eyes focused on the little cuffs with unexplained fondness. Had anyone ever buttoned Brock’s cuff for him in the morning? Or was that too intimate for him to share with someone else? Brian had never done it with any of his past relationships, whether it was because their jobs lacked a formal attire or they rarely stayed the night. Hell, Brian wasn’t sure he would have offered if they had. It was such a strange thing to focus on, with no sexual pay-off.

Still, Brian couldn’t stop rubbing his wrist, the tips of his fingers itchy with a desire to fix Brock’s cuffs.

“I didn’t come here to work out.” Brock’s laugh was warming, lacking any of the awkward shyness that once graced his voice when speaking with Brian. The development in their friendship had been easier when they started to text outside of the gym, allowing them to learn more than basic fitness facts about the other. They spoke daily, Brian ignoring the kissy faces from Scotty or Anthony’s ‘whip’ noise whenever his phone chimed throughout work. Both had made it their business to point out how different Brian’s treatment of Brock was compared to other relationships. Brian waved off their observations, not sure why their knowing smiles made his pulse race and skin prickle.

“Come to look at my pretty face?” Brian teased, framing his chin in his palms before fluttering his eyelashes. It got another pleasant laugh from Brock before he shook his head.

“Not exactly, though it is about you.” Brock pushed his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. The smile he gave Brian this time around was charged with a nervous kind of energy before he dropped his gaze, tapping a few things on his screen. “I wanted to share something my students helped me make. You, um-shoot, they said the share button would be- you remember how you were saying your workout playlist was boring now?”

“We just talked about it last week. I’m not a goldfish, sweetheart.” He really liked how red Brock got over that pet name, nearly dropping his phone from his embarrassment. He recovered quickly, but the swallow he needed to take before speaking had Brian’s smile wide with pride. So that was a keeper, for sure.

“Right, er- so I’ve been thinking about that. And, well, I did something. It took a little longer than I wanted, cause the kids said it’d be easier to just share it on the app, but- there. Check your email.” Finally Brock’s head popped up from his nervous fingers to look at Brian, who quirked an eyebrow at the suspicious behavior. But Brian was nothing if not adaptable, so he shrugged and powered up his phone to refresh his email. The loading bar only took a second, and then Brock’s email appeared. It was a pre-set message, one that always came when someone shared from a social media site. This one was from Spotify, the music app both of them used. Curious, he clicked it, and it took a moment to realize what he was looking at. “Half of the songs were recommended by the kids, since I ran out after about ninety. But I listened to all of them before I accepted them on the list!”

Brock’s explanation was almost background noise while Brian scrolled through the selection, stunned at the variations. Brock had made him a work-out playlist. Brock had made him a work-out playlist with over two hundred songs. Some he knew, maybe even told Brock they were his favorites (and Brock remembered them, because that was the kind of guy Brock was) but there were dozens that he’d never heard of before. The selection was endless, and implied that Brock had put in hours of effort to make the playlist. Which made no sense, because Brock was already busy with his job and his working out, so to spend all this time on Brian-

“Brian? Do you like it?” Brown eyes were watching him in concern when Brian lifted his head from the list, that pretty mouth snagged between perfect teeth again. Brian’s eyes drew to the image like a moth to fire, wanting to pull the lip from it’s canine jail and seal it between his own. The fierce desire he had to kiss Brock rocked him, nearly swaying his knees at the force it took not to jump over the counter to do so. Brock had put his time and effort into such a sweet gesture, and he somehow thought Brian wouldn’t like it? That he would possibly dismiss it or even reject it? What kind of selfish prick had stolen Brock’s happiness before that way? Insecurity wasn’t as prevalent in Brock’s words and body language anymore, but here it roared like a wounded bear ensnared in a trap. Brian wanted to yank him close and surround him with affection until the shadows of the past were burnt away.

“I love it.” Except ‘it’ wasn’t the word that had been running through his mind when he answered Brock’s question. Warmth and happiness sprouted up in Brock’s face, hands trembling from joy before he shoved them into his pockets with a bashful shrug of his shoulder.

“I-it was nothing, really.” But this- the chemistry and attraction and emotion between them- it was something. Something Brian had never thought he’d want. His heart pounded hard as realization bloomed through his chest. Stunned, he silently watched Brock’s humble aura, catching the pleased smile he tried to hide when ducking his head. Brock wasn’t like everyone else Brian had ever talked to, because Brian had never felt this with anyone before. Another wave of emotion crashed into him, his knuckles turning white when grabbing the counter to steady himself.

Brian loved Brock, and he hadn’t even gotten to kiss him yet. God, was this what traditional love was? Getting weak-kneed because of a playlist? Having a fuzzy mind from a half-smile? Butterflies when simply being near them? It was terrifying and new, something Brian didn’t know how to deal with. Didn’t understand the process to which someone sorted through the emotions and overwhelming desire to run away and huddle as close as possible at the same time.

“I’m glad you love it.” Brock’s face glowed with affection when looking up at Brian, his smile crooked before his nose wrinkled at the strange expression. It was awkward and quirky, nothing that should have made Brian want to keep the man who owned the silly look. But he did. Oh God, he really did.

Brian wanted to keep Brock for the rest of his story.

Ugh the fluff in this story is going to kill me. But not the next chapter. Mwhahaha. Hope you liked. As always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think!

#Terrormoo #Soft boys #Terroriser #Moo Snuckle #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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tinchuleytiger · 5 years ago

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The Tell-Tale Heart: paranoia, guilt, confession.

TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW FOLLOWING THE TINCHULEY INCIDENT

*the camera is focused on a blond man sitting up in a hospital bed. He is tan, however he looks pale and almost sickly. His chest is bare, however it is halfway covered with large white bandages, spotted with red in some spots. He glances at the camera, however, his focus is quickly turned away*

Offscreen female voice, Doctor O’hara: “The date is [REDACTED]. My name is Doctor O’hara, here with Agents Brown and Agent Woods to discuss the events following the completion of Operation Urban Dryad. Vajra, can you confirm these details?”

*the man, Vajra, shifts, attempts to sit up straight but winces, gives up, and reclines back.* Vajra: “Vajra, confirming the previous information.”

*a rustling of paper and a pen clicks* Offscreen male voice: “Vajra, tell us about Operation Urban Dryad.”

Varja: “Operation Urban Dryad was a single troop mission with the goal of a silent infiltration, removal, and silent withdrawal. Target was [REDACTED], a small-time [REDACTED] who had managed to monopolize local gas and oil reserves, as well as build up a rather substantial militia. My troop was assigned to the operation. The plan was to be dropped off at [REDACTED] a week’s hike away from the compound. We had two weeks and two days to complete our mission. A week to hike to the compound, infiltrate, and a week to return. Two days to either deal with unexpected delays in the jungle, or to take further reconnaissance before infiltrating.”

Offscreen female voice, different to Doctor O’hara: “And what ended up going wrong on the mission, Vajra?”

*Vajra narrows his eyes, focussing on the female voice* Vajra: “Nothing went wrong on the mission. We completed our job as assigned, with no issues. It was the… the hike back.”

Offscreen male voice, Agent Brown: “The hike back?”

Vajra, looking angry: “Look, I- I already said this before, do we need to rehash this?”

Offscreen female voice, Agent Woods: “We’re clarifying details, Vajra. You will continue.”

Vajra: “It- we were almost back. About two days out when things went sour. No one said that… your intel was wrong. It was off. We didn’t… We were taking it easy. Ging-” *Vajra shakes his head, biting at his lip* “-Gungnir, he was supposed to take first watch on night five. Swap at midnight with Talaria. We woke up in the middle of the day, way past when we were supposed to move. I guess… Talaria went to take a piss, we- we found him about thirty meters out from camp. Stupid fuck hadn’t- he’d left his kit by the camp when he went out, we were stupid. We were taking it easy and it’d been almost two weeks of easy work. Almost like a vacation, ya know? We didn’t- no one told us we’d be in fuckin’ tiger territory.”

Agent Brown: “Tiger territory.”

Vajra: “Yeah, you- your people didn’t do your fuckin’ jobs! An hour in the village nearby would have told you that there was a goddamn maneater in that area. What kind of shitty fucking scouts plot a course through the territory of an animal like that?! We- we didn’t stand a chance. Gungnir was as almost big as me and that cat gutted and tree’d him like he was a goddamn deer. It musta been quick too, ‘cuz none of us even heard a damn thing. We packed up, real fire under our asses. Day and a half to the pickup and we were down a man. You’ve never- fuck, it was awful. We had Scot- Sorry. We had Clarent in the middle of us, he was youngest and… well, the kid was twitchy. Easy next day, but you could… it was followin’ us. We didn’t- when we set camp, we all stayed up for watch. Kept seeing these… these goddamn eyes. Glintin’ in the firelight, these fuckin’ topaz gems just circlin’ us all night long. We were tired, had a half a day’s walk to the pickup, all of us on edge. We started walking the moment the light started to come up. Guess we were getting close to the edge of it’s turf or somethin’ ‘cuz it got real aggressive. Attacked us about an hour after we started moving, Wi- Talaria got a shot off on it, I think. Heard a yowl and then it was- it was on him. He’s a big guy and it had’em pinned and- Clarent shot off at it and it fled. He… he was in real bad shape. It’d- you could see things you weren’t ever ‘sposed to see. Talaria’s a big guy, bigger than me, we couldn’t- if we’d carried him we’d… we’d miss the pickup and we wouldn’t have our guns ready if it came back. He told us…”

*Vajra goes to lift his right arm to rub his face, but hissed. Doctor O’hara leans into frame, adjusting a dial on a nearby monitor.* “I- thanks. We put him in the roots of this big ass tree. It was kinda hollow, barely enough room if you scrunched up. Patched him up best we could, told’em… we’d be back. Get help.” *Vajra shakes his head* “We knew it was a lie. He’d be dead before we got help. It was real bad. I- Clarent and I went on. He’d been twitchy all morning, and now that Talaria was gone… it was real bad. Kept jumpin’ at shadows. He… I dunno if he saw it or if it was just a shadow, but we were about two kilometers out when he bolted. Headed into the jungle, off the route we were supposed to take. I went after’em because we were so goddamn close. Came out in this clearin’ and he was- tiger was there and I got there just in time to watch it maul him. He got a few shots off on it, I could tell ‘cuz it was limpin’ bad and he’d stabbed it in the shoulder. It came at me and I fell back, tripped over a root and it-” *Vajra nods down, at his chest* “It was on me. I had the barrel of my gun wedged in it’s mouth but it was still gunning at me and I- I yanked the knife outta it’s shoulder and… Took a while to get out from under it, I had- well. You know how it went from there. I’m done with this. Turn it off.”

Agent Woods: “Vajra, we need to clarify-”

Vajra: “Turn the camera off.”

END OF FOOTAGE.

Fun fact! All of Sebastian’s Troop was named after mythical things.

Sebastian, ‘Vajra: A lightning thunderbolt wielded by Indra, the god of rain and thunderstorms.’

Wings, ‘Talaria: Winged sandels as worn by the god Hermes.”

Ginger, ‘Gungnir: Odin's spear created by the dwarf Dvalinn. The spear is described as being so well balanced that it could strike any target, no matter the skill or strength of the wielder.’

Scotty, ‘Clarent: King Arthur's sword of peace. Also known as the Coward's Blade, as it is the sword Mordred, his son, stole and later used to kill King Arthur.’

#Moran Vibes #Tintig #TinchuleyTiger #lavendarguts

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @dearericbittle!

Merry Christmas and Happy whatever Holiday you may celebrate! Hugs!

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*****

Oh Shit!

Oh Shit. Stiles takes a moment to revel in the fact that this is his oh shit moment. Not, oh shit, a dead body in the woods. Not, oh shit, werewolves. Not, oh, shit, Derek wants me to cut off his arm. Not, oh shit, kanimas, or hunters, or any other of bevy of supernatural fuckery. No, Stiles’ oh shit moment is walking past an alleyway and having his Derek Hale spidey tingle go off. His oh shit moment is seeing Derek Freaking Hale crouched in an alley trying to coax a completely demonic looking cat with a massive gash across it’s forehead out from behind a dumpster. Stiles assumes so that Derek can help getting Demon!cat treated.

Stiles oh shit moment is oh shit, I’m in love with this asshole.

Stiles would like to think that he is fairly self-aware but this knocks the wind right out of him. His stomach does a full loop-the-loop and his heart does a quadruple staccato for long enough that Derek looks up from his save the cat mission to meet Stiles’ eyes.

Derek’s eyes widen in apparent surprise before a grin spreads across his face. This does not help Stiles’ heartbeat situation, especially when paired with his recent oh shit revelation. The warm welcome fades on Derek’s features, replaced with a look of concern. Derek reaches out his arm as if to steady Stiles, though the only stumbling that is going on right now is emotional. Stiles rallies himself, before Derek can touch him - who knows how his traitorous body would react to that!

He gesticulates just a little too wildly with his hands, and bumbles further into the alley a little too dramatically before managing to get some words out of his mouth.

“Whatcha doin’, Sourwolf? You gonna put that poor cat out it’s misery with your teeth?”

Stiles cringes. It’s been years since any “rip your throat out with my teeth” jokes have really been appropriate or funny.

Derek has yet to speak any words but his eyebrows scrunch together in question.

Stiles takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

“Nevermind, Sourwolf. Weird kind of day. You ever learn something that kind of shifts your whole world view? Did you know that squirrels are behind the majority of power outages in United States, Derek? Because, let me tell you, I did not.”

Derek shakes his head with what Stiles would define as fond eyebrows and proceeds to ignore everything that has come out Stiles’ mouth since “Whatcha doing, Sourwolf?”

“I tracked this little critter from near that bakery over on Main St. She’s bleeding and smells afraid. I’m having trouble getting her to trust me.” Derek’s voice stays soft and even while hes’s talking with Stiles. He’s crouched near the ground again and while his eyes are locked on Stiles’, his hand is reaching out towards the injured cat with feigned nonchalance.

Mirroring Derek’s tone of voice, Stiles asks, “What were you doing at the bakery?”

“Picking up cupcakes for Laura’s birthday dinner tonight.” He pauses, “You didn’t forget about that did you?”

Yes, yes Stiles had forgotten about that. In his defense, he’s been working nights the last week and days of the week are a nebulous thing when one is working the night shift.

Derek interprets his pause accurately. “Don’t worry about it. If you’re back on days, come over around 6 and we’ll feed you. Don’t worry about a present.”

Stiles is about to respond when he sees that cat has finally made her way to Derek’s outstretched hand and has deigned to be picked up.

Stiles thought that he’d gotten the whole loop-the-loop, crazy heart beat, oh shit moment stuff out of the way, that he’d managed to get a handle on it during his brief stint in the alley. But, no, he was a self-deluded idiot.

Seeing Derek cuddling a dirty, possibly mangy, blood soaked cat while whispering sweet nothings into her ear like she was a small child, disabused Stiles of the notion that he had any control over his bodily functions when it came to Derek Hale.

Stiles lived with his internal crisis for a few more seconds, until Derek stood up.

“I��m going to take this little beauty to see Scott. Will I see you tonight?”

Stiles mumbled what must have been some sort of affirmative because Derek said goodbye and left the alley.

When he got back to his baby, he collapsed in the front seat and banged his head against the steering wheel a couple times. He did not need this kind of complication in his life right now.

*******

Stiles can’t remember the last time he found himself banging frantically on Scott’s door. Probably high school sometime. With the distinct lack of big bads of the supernatural variety in the last few years, there hasn’t been much need.

Now, however, he finds himself banging on the door to the apartment Scott shares with Isaac, hoping the curly-haired menace is currently elsewhere. Don’t get him wrong, he’s square with Isaac now, friends even. It’s just, he’d like to have his mental breakdown in the presence of Scotty and Scotty and Scotty alone.

Thankfully, it appears Scott is home alone when Stiles walks in and collapses in flail of limbs on the couch.

“Scotty, my brother, my friend, my bro, my wolfy companion, the world as we know it is over.”

Completely unfazed by Stiles’ declaration, Scott sits on the coffee table across from Stiles and puts his hands on Stiles’ knees before speaking. With a gentle squeeze, Scott says, “The squirrels?”

“Yes, Scotty the squirrels. There’s an acronym. TSql. You know how I get about acronyms Tee-squill or The Squirrel Index.”

Stiles makes a concerted effort not to be sucked into an ADD fueled rant about squirrels and power outages before he can backtrack to what he came here to talk about.

“I’m in love with Derek Hale.”

This statement is greeted with complete silence. He risks a glance at Scott to see if maybe his declaration had somehow caused him to die of shock.

Nope, Scott is just looking at him with confused puppy dog eyes.

Finally Scott speaks. It’s slow, like he’s talking to a toddler or scared dog. “Are you okay?”

A noise Stiles can’t even begin to describe or categorize emerges from deep within his being. The gist of the noise was, “How can you ask me that? I don’t know. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. And when the hell did this happen?

Scott, blessed, wonderful, fantastic Scott seems to read his mind or possibly his noises. Maybe his noises are to Scott like Derek’s eyebrows are to Stiles. Aaand, that is a thought for another day.

“Well, it’s not the most terrible thing. I mean, Derek is a really good guy, You guys have been working together a lot lately what with working on the remodel plans for the house. Maybe it just happened naturally.” Scott says.

“Hmph. Naturally, you say.” Stiles pauses. Now Scotty is not always the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to analytics or plans or anything GPA related but Scotty has heart. When it comes to relationships and emotions, he’s usually right.

He things back to the first time they had to hit the road to visit some lumber distributor 3 hours away. The silence had started out extremely awkward. Stiles had fiddled with the radio and half-heartedly tried to comment on the passing landscape.

But then he had flicked the radio station through some kids station and Let It Go started playing. Somehow in the fraction of a second before Stiles was able to change the station again, Derek starts singing along. It’s under his breath, Stiles isn’t even sure if he realized he was doing it.

The ended up bonding over Disney leading ladies (not just princesses, thank you very much) for the next 2 hours. It seems like maybe that was the beginning of it all now that Stiles thinks about in a more calm state of mind. He should have figured it out when they gave each other nicknames. Derek is Elsa, Stiles is Mulan. And yes they actually call each other those names, unironically on occasion.

“…earth to Stiles….” He comes back to the present with Scott’s fingers snapping in his face.

“Sorry. You’re right.” Stiles feels himself smiling a little as his heart does a weird happy lurch in his chest. “Shoulda realized after our shared love of all things Disney.”

Scott nods, “And a relationship built over the years based on trust, respect, and a terrible sense of humor.”

“Okay, okay. So not a surprise and probably not as life altering and world changing as I may have first thought. But, still…” Stiles trails off. His oh shit moment blindsided him so much that he hadn’t actually thought about what came next. Does he declare his love? Or maybe just ask Derek out of a date? Or just pretend nothing has changed? Or die of embarrassment when Laura finds out that Derek said no? Or yes - he’s not sure which would cause Laura to dole out the worse punishment.

Scott, again with his uncanny ability to read Stiles’ mind, says, “You know you don’t have to decide what to do right away. The question to ask yourself is, what do you want?”

“I don’t know what I want. I hadn’t really thought beyond hoping Derek doesn’t think I’m dying of a heart condition every time he walks in the room.”

“I hear you, buddy. I’ve got to go to work. Think about it.”

Scott grabs his keys and his wallet and is about to head out the door before he turns back towards Stiles, “You coming tonight?”

Already lost in thought, Stiles replies distractedly, “Yeah. I’ll probably just crash here until then. Ride over together?”

“Yeah, see you then.”

Stiles barely notices the door slam behind Scott. What does he want? He’d always imagined himself in a marriage with kids like his parents. Then werewolves happened and it was hard to imagine past the next week, much less into a future with kids. He’d had a few brief relationships during nursing school but no one he could picture a future with. Now, since he’d come into his spark and they’d managed to bind the nemeton? Not to mention, Laura back from the dead and taking her place as Alpha? Beacon Hills was stable. Nothing had come rampaging through and killing people in almost 3 years.

He hadn’t realized it, but he’d sort of been cruising through on auto-pilot just waiting for another shoe to drop the past few years. Not doing noher, just not really having any intentionality about anything either.

This oh shit thing, this being in love with Derek, maybe that made him think about a future. Stiles isn’t ready to picture being married with 2.5 pups yet. But, walking down the street, holding Derek’s hand for all the world to see, that he could imagine. Sharing curly fries at the diner or going to see a movie, cuddling together under a blanket on the porch swing - those thoughts made him feel warm all the way to his core. Just thinking about made his lips twitch towards a smile and his heart race in anticipation.

Ok, he now knows what he wants. Now, what to do about it, that is the million dollar question.

*******

He ends up bailing on Scotty and going over to the newly-remodeled (with his help!) Hale house early, hoping to catch Laura before everyone started piling in for her birthday dinner.

Luck must be on his side today because for the second time in one day the person he wants to see is home and alone.

He finds Laura in the garden out back singing to the vegetables, She claims it makes them taste better - and veggies can use all the help they can get in the taste department, so she sings.

She waltzes over to him and takes his hands to lead him a rousing dance through the tomatoes as she sings highly altered versions of the VeggieTales songs. Stiles knows better than to try and escape the song and dance so he bears up manfully until Laura ends her song in a fit a giggles.

“What brings you to see your favorite Alpha, today?” she asks when she finally catches her breath. She folds her legs under her gracefully sits in the grass as she asks her question.

Stiles sits beside her and takes a deep breath for courage.

“I’m here to give you your birthday present.”

A grin spreads across Laura’s face as she does gimme hands towards Stiles.

He swats her hands away playfully, before speaking, “Alas, not that kind of gift.” He smiles, “What is your absolute favorite thing to do in all the world?”

Stiles pauses for a moment but before Laura can respond, he adds, with a pointed look, “You actually favorite thing, not some sentimental drivel cause it’s your birthday.”

Laura blows a raspberry at him, “Fine. But only because you’re my favorite.” She wiggles her hands like she’s a puppeteer and cackles before saying, “Meddling”

Stiles gives an exaggerated nod. “Thus my gift to you. First - information no one else but Scotty has”

Her eyes light up and her grin widens.

“Then, I’m going to ask for advice. Now, in the spirit of birthdays, I’m allowing you to meddle. I ask in return, good faith advice, not advice to make me do what you think would be funniest.’

Her grin doesn’t fade but a hint of seriousness comes into her eyes. Stiles can tell she understands even before she nods her head.

Stiles looks down at his hands. He had decided to come and talk to Laura but he hadn’t really figured out how he wanted to start. Well, he figured it worked for Scotty so he might as well just try ripping the bandaid off.

“I’m in love with your brother.”

Laura didn’t do anything so ungraceful as gape like a fish but the phrase, you could have knocked me over with a feather came to Stiles’ mind as he watched her reaction.

Stiles forges ahead before Laura has a chance to reply. “Our pack being what it is, we don’t stand on werework tradition very often. But I was wondering if there was a traditional way to court a werewolf? A wooing ritual or something?

Stiles can tell Laura is trying really hard not to laugh - not out of meanness but out of the sheer ridiculosity of what he is saying. Stiles waves her off.

“I know. I know. I’m the last person to care about tradition. But, you know, Derek has had the best track record. First Paige died, then Kate, and Jennifer. Braeden wasn’t so bad but it also wasn’t so serious. I want Derek to know I’m serious and that he has a choice. If there were a traditional way of doing that, then that is what I’m looking for. If not, I’ll figure something else out.”

Laura scoots around so they are facing each other and practically mirrors Scott from earlier when she puts her hands on his knees before speaking.

“I don’t know if Derek feels that way about you, I don’t know what his reaction to you will be. But I do know this. He could never confuse your intentions with any of those who came before.” She sat up and put her hands back in her lap before continuing. “There is not a wolfy-wooing ritual per se. At least, not one that I am aware. But there is this nursery rhyme or poem kind of thing that our mom used to say to use about the one we would eventually fall in love with. Let me think for a second and try to remember it.”

Her brow scrunched slightly and he eyes drifted to the left as she thought, Okay. It went something like this: Each wolf is whole in itself but there are those who are created to walk beside in perfect harmony. A mate to write their name on your heart will make you safe by watching your back, give you peace by travelling beside you, bring you joy by smiling back at you, and join hands with you so will never be alone on your life journey. You know Derek has the Triskelion tattoo on his back and that can mean a lot of things. But he also has a Triquetra tattoo on his hip. It comes from this verse. The three points are behind, beside and in front of, joined together in the center, together forever. It’s not a ritual or anything but it might help you figure out what you want to do.”

The whole time Laura had been talking, Stiles paid rapt attention. He wasn’t crying by the end but he was certainly moist in the region around his eyes. He had an idea.

But like all great ideas, life interrupted.

******

It was about halfway through Laura’s birthday dinner. Everyone had had one plate of food and most of the wolves had had a second plate but no one had even mentioned cake yet.

Stiles noticed the cat first. He nudged Derek. “You didn’t tell me you brought that cat home.”

Derek turned towards Stiles, confusion clear on his face, fork with potatoes stabbed through on it hanging in the air halfway to his mouth, “I didn’t”

Stiles chuckles slightly and nods in the direction of the cat which is now in the doorway to the dining room. “Then she followed you home.

By this time, the rest of the table has quieted and turned to see what Stiles and Derek are looking at. The cat continues walking towards but with each step, she gets larger and larger until when she reaches the table it is but a small step to climb up on the table and continue walking down it’s center.

The cat, now roughly the size of a miniature pony, walks past Lydia and Jackson, then Erica and Boyd, and Scott and Isaac, and completely ignoring Laura and Stiles before she stops in front of Derek. All of the sudden there is a naked lady instead of cat sitting in the middle of the dining room table.

“Kind one,” she hisses, “You have saved my life this day. You have shown your worth. In the name of Samaoth, High Priestess of the Sable Court of Fae, you are granted a boon.” She waved her arm in a graceful arc around her head somehow managing not to have any other part of her body move a single muscle. You’d think the naked part would be the most eye catching part of the naked fae sitting on the table but it was more like a statue that didn’t really know how a human body worked. It looked right - sort of. But the more you looked, the more wrong you felt on the inside.

When her arm was in front of Derek one, it held a plain manila folder in it’s hand. Derek was just staring.

With a slight hint of impatience, Samaoth hissed, “Take it now mortal. Do as it says and you will be granted your heart’s greatest desire.”

Derek reached out and took the folder. Before his fingers had even fully closed on the edges, Samaoth had vanished into thin air. He didn’t quite have hold of it yet and the folder dropped to the table, relieving itself of a single piece of paper.

It was a simple piece of printer paper. Across the top it read, “Booking Confirmation for Sable Court Representative to the Greater Northwest Region Supernatural Symposium: Derek Hale, plus one.”

After about 30 seconds of stunned silence, every single person at the table began speaking at once.

*******

An indeterminate amount of time later, Laura’s alpha roar breaks through the cacophony of shouts coming from the rest of the pack.

Once everyone is quiet, Laura turns to Derek, who is still sitting in silence and staring at the innocuous looking piece of paper on the table in front of him.

Laura asks him, with slightly forced calm, “Der-bear, what’s going on?”

Derek opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. Stiles doesn’t even recognize Derek’s current eyebrow configuration.

Derek swallows and tries again. “Well,” he pauses, “there was this cat and it was bleeding and I took it to Scott to get fixed up.” He looks helplessly around the table. “It was a normal cat.”

The focused attention of the whole pack swings around to Scott. He shrugs sheepishly. “It was a normal cat. I gave her stitches and left her in the kennel overnight. Though, it seems like she got out.”

Laura rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. Normal cat. Got it. Except your normal cat is apparently the High Priestess of the Sable Court of the Fae. Derek, what does the paper say?”

Derek looks at Laura and startles like he hadn’t thought to read past the bold heading. His eyes rapidly scan the paper. “Apparently the Greater Northwest Regional Supernatural Symposium is being hosted in Seattle this year at the Fairmont Olympic Hotel, ummm, next weekend. Registration starts on Thursday afternoon at 4 PM. It has a confirmation number, address, phone number and whatnot and a link to app download and password to download the app for the symposium.”

Stiles decides that now is the time to speak up, “For those of us who are new to werewolfly culture, what exactly is the Greater Northwest Region Supernatural Symposium?

Laura sighs before she answers. “It’s going to be a shitshow, that’s what. Wolves aren’t usually invited. We’re too volatile or something. It is mainly run by the fae and other ‘more evolved’ supernatural beings. The get together to schmooze, make treaties and listen to presentations on things like ‘Kobolds and cleaning: an analysis of practices through the ages’ or ‘Pixies in the modern age: pesky or pragmatic?’ It’s pretty much a chance for the hoity toity of supernatural society to get together and bond over how superior they are to the rest of us. For a wolf to show up, and not even an alpha will be an insult to every single being there.”

Stiles feels the need to pipe in again, “Great. So this is the gist. Derek saves this cat’s life, he gets a boon - supposedly his greatest desire but only if he goes to this conference of supernatural one percenters. This is ridiculous!” Turning to Lydia, he continues, “Is this even possible? I thought we had a big do not touch sign over us after our last dealings with the fae.”

Lydia responds quickly, “You’re right. But, Samaoth didn’t seek us out. Derek sought her out - albeit unknowingly - so that may cancel the binding. Let me see if Illirial is available speak with us.

Lydia’s eyes turn milky white as she chants under her breath. The wolves can probably tell what she is saying but to Stiles it just seems like a low susurrus. After a few moments her eyes return to normal and she holds out her hand.

A moment after that a small hologram - Princess Leia style - appears in her hand. Stiles hates dealing with the fae. It makes his brain hurt. But they all owe Illirial and he seems to make an effort not to be purposefully obtuse when speaking with them.

His voice is slightly tinny when he speaks, “Greetings Hale Pack. It is a pleasure to be with you once more. For what reason have you requested my presence this day?”

As Lydia was the best at untangling the vagueries of fae speech, Lydia replied. “We call upon you as a friend, with no obligation attached, to ask of you some information. Under what circumstances might this be amenable to you?”

Illirial appeared to think about it for a moment. “As friends, it would be in my heart to give this information, if I am able. Perhaps one day I may come to you, with no obligation, for the same, until such time as we have shared information of equal value. If I am unable to share what you ask, we will speak of this no more and part again as friends.”

Lydia nodded and continued, “This is generous of you, Illirial. You confirm yourself as friend of the Hale Pack. What can you tell us of the Sable Court of the Fae? Specifically of the priestly order attached to it.”

“As you know, generally, the fae owe allegiance to either the Seelie or Unseelie court. This is balance, as it should be. You mortals may believe one to be good and one to be evil but we fae do not ascribe to that kind of moral judgment. Seelie and Unseelie merely are. WIthout the balance of the courts, the world would fall apart, in a most literal sense. But we fae, while bound to our courts, do have free will. In times when balance is threatened, the fae turn to the Sable Court. They are judge; they are arbiter; and if need be, they are executioner. The high priestess has final say in all decisions made by the Sable Court.”

When it was apparent the Illirial was done speaking, Lydia spoke again, “If the Sable Court High Priestess were to offer a boon, with an obligation attached, what should one take into consideration while deciding on a course of action?”

Illirial responded immediately, in almost a panic, “Only the recipient of the boon can make that choice. Only five times in our history has the Sable court been known to offer a boon. Each time the obligation was how the boon was revealed. While danger might abide within fulfilling the obligation, the Sable Fae are straightforward. There will be no hidden knives or truthful deceits as you might find with some of the other fae.”

Lydia nodded again and replied, “Illirial, the Hale Pack thanks you for the information you have shared so openly, which we acknowledge is beyond your natural state. That which we do not speak of will remain private and you may feel free to call upon the Hale Pack for an exchange of information equal in value to what you have offered us. Go with peace and the blessing of Mother Moon.”

Illirial bowed and vanished from Lydia’s hand.

Stiles turned back towards Laura to see how she would respond to this information and saw his Alpha was white as a sheet. All the blood had drained from her face and she looked like she was about to fall over.

“That’s who did it?” she asked.

Stiles startled. He didn’t know how but he’d forgotten that Laura had never met Illirial before.

Derek grabbed her hand. “Yes.” He looked like he wanted to fight the binding for a moment but then his features calmed. “You know we can’t even speak of how it happened. But yes, it was Illirial who brought you back from the dead.“

Stiles suddenly realized that it was probably the Sable Court that had dictated the binding of secrecy around that whole fiasco. Even now, it was hard to think back to that couple of months when the fae had descended on Beacon Hills. If he tried to pin down the memory too specifically, it would slide away like trying to hold fast to a thousand strings being pulled in all different directions.

Laura seemed to come back to herself. “I know Der-bear. I understand.

Derek stood up. “Well, I guess I better get packed to go to Seattle.”

Stiles made the decision in an instant and stood up as well. “Me too.”

“What?” Derek replied.

Stiles picked up the sheet of paper and waved in front of his face. “Plus one, Sourwolf. I’m going with you.”

He looked like he wanted to argue but was cut off when Laura said, “Good idea. I’ll book you both flights up for Thursday morning.”

*******

2 Days Later (aka Thursday)

Stiles settled into the first class seat Laura had sprung for with a wiggle of his hips. He turned towards Derek, still grinning, when he heard him groan under his breath.

“None of your groaning or sighing is going to ruin this for me, Derek. First class! I’m going to get a hot towel. And free snacks. This is awesome.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to spoil your fun. It is pretty awesome.” Derek smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes - or his eyebrows.

Stiles turned serious for a moment, “Hey. Sourwolf, I know you don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen but your heart’s desire, that’s gotta be exciting to think about.”

Derek gave another half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I guess.”

“What do you think it will be?”

“I don’t know. I do kind of wonder about whether it’ll be something that I go, ‘oh, of course’ or if it will be something I didn’t even know I wanted. Or if Samaoth can somehow look into the future and know what domino to knock over now that will result in a chain reaction that will make me happy down the road.”

“Whoa there, Derek. That is a lot hamsters running around on their wheels inside your head.” Stiles pauses. “Seriously, though, would any of those options be a bad thing?”

Derek’s eyebrows morph into thinking position #2 and he is silent for a while.

This time, the smile on Derek’s face is genuine. “You’re right. We go to this conference. We come home and then I get my heart’s desire.”

Stiles heart does a little lurch at that. Right now, he knows what his heart’s desire would be: to build a life with Derek. He hopes that spending this weekend alone with Derek will help him think about what Laura said and decide how he wants to woo Derek.

Because Derek deserves ALL the wooing.

*******

Stiles flops on the bed as soon as they get to their hotel room. He blows out a frustrated breath and closes his eyes. Landing in Seattle had started off on the right foot. They had both fallen asleep on the flight and Stiles woke up with Derek’s head resting on his shoulder and their hands pressed together on the arm rest. However, it had all gone downhill from there.

Getting their luggage, getting out of the airport, and the ride to the hotel don’t bear mentioning beyond the word torture. But, then they had finally gotten to the check in desk and the finish line was in sight when Stiles tuned into what the customer service representative was saying:

“Mr. Hale and Mr. Stilinski, welcome to the Fairmont Olympic Hotel. I hope you enjoy your stay in Seattle. You have been booked in one of our honeymoon suites. This includes a complimentary bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Please, just let room service know when you would like them delivered. Here is your room key.”

Derek quickly responded, “We were booked in the what?”

“The honeymoon suite, sir.”

“We are just here for a conference, A room with 2 doubles or 2 queens will be sufficient.”

“Sir, we are completely booked. There are no other rooms available.”

Derek looks like he wants to argue with her but instead puts on his big boy pants and says, “Fine. But, you can keep the champagne. I don’t drink.”

The woman’s smile brightens. “Thank you, sir. And please accept this voucher for a free spa treatment instead of the champagne.”

Derek stares at the woman until Stiles reaches out and takes the voucher. “Thank you ma’am. Have a wonderful day.”

So, the bed Stiles has just collapsed on is the bed he is going to have sleep in tonight. With Derek.

Now, apart from the initial freak out, Stiles thinks he’s dealt with his oh shit moment like a completely mature adult. He listened to his heart, decided what he really wanted from the situation and is setting about figuring out how to get there while respecting the other person involved. But none of that mature adult thinking included having to share a bed with Derek Hale.

Also, until now he had somehow managed to not really think about the physical ramifications of being in love with Derek Hale. He didn’t think that Derek was asexual so that meant that somewhere in the future, if his wooing was successful, their would be sex. Sex with Derek.

His face burns just thinking about it. But also, his pants parts are also thinking about getting excited as well. Pants parts… Stiles groans internally. He’s not twelve anymore. If he can’t say the words he’s not mature enough to do the deed.

His brain spirals a bit as it starts to list all the names of things he needs to be mature enough to say. Penis. DIck. Cock. Asshole. Balls.

He is interrupted in his reverie by Derek clearing his throat. “I don’t know what you are thinking about right now but could you please not smell up the bed we both have to sleep in tonight with those thoughts?”

Stiles almost chokes on his own tongue. “Ye…YEa..yes. Sure thing. Sorry.”

He stands up and wipes his hands on his jeans. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He groans. “That just made it worse, didn’t it.”

Derek chuckles. “Yes, it did. Don’t worry about it. I’m just teasing. I am not sure that there is any smell you could make that could be worse than the airplane.”

Stiles felt his face heat up for a different reason. He knows Derek is just trying to make him feel better, but he thinks he maybe just gave Stiles a compliment or said that he doesn’t mind what Stiles smells like when he is aroused.

Stiles shuts down that train of thought immediately and goes to throw some water on his face in the bathroom. When he comes out Derek is sitting on the bed like he was waiting for Stiles.

Stiles jitters nervously around the room, touching everything and generally berating himself for not being able to act normal.

FInally, Derek speaks. “So, I know we don’t spend a lot of time with supernatural beings outside of our pack. There are some rules of politeness that it would probably be good for you to know.”

Derek talks for awhile and Stiles tries to remember all the protocol that Derek is telling him.

“Finally, with me not being the Alpha and you being a human spark, we will need to ramp up the appearance of our pack bond.”

“What exactly does that mean, Sourwolf?”

Derek stands up and walks towards Stiles. He stops just inside a normal human’s comfort zone for being a near another person. Derek looks Stiles in the eyes. They stand there for about 5 seconds that felt like 5 years before Derek reaches out and cups Stiles face, rubbing his thumbs over the apples of Stiles’ cheeks. He raises his eyebrows like he’s asking permission.

Stiles has no idea what is going on here but he really doesn’t care. Derek can do what the hell he wants to right now. Stiles nods.

Derek steps closer and leans towards Stiles, coming even closer.

Stiles closes his eyes. His heart is rabbiting out of his chest. He opens his mouth to gulp in air as he thinks he might be drowning. Surely Derek can tells what kind of effect he’s having.

Just when Stiles thought he might die of anticipation, Derek ducks his head and rubs his cheek on Stiles’ neck and shoulder.

Stiles lets out a high pitched squeaking noise. He realizes that Derek meant pack scenting. They needed to touch each other so the pack bond was more apparent in how they smelled.

Derek is still rubbing his face on Stiles’ neck when Stiles breaks. He lets out a almost hysterical sounding burst of laughter and sways backwards away from Derek.

“Stiles, are you okay?”

Stiles wheezes. “Yeah, of course. Scent marking. Pack bonds. Got it. That’s all.”

He knows he’s not making any sense but oh shit Stiles wants to climb Derek like a tree. I mean, he always know Derek was attractive but this kind of visceral physical reaction is a whole new thing.

Derek takes a step forward, confused eyebrows returning, and asks again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Stiles begins to nod like a bobble head dolls, preparing to reassure Derek that he is indeed fine. Instead, he says. “No, nowhere near fine.”

Concern painting Derek’s features, he starts to talk but Stiles cuts him off.

“Scent marking makes sense now that you say it outloud. But seriously, before you saying it, it felt like you were going to do something completely different. I mean I know it makes no sense but I’ve been kissed a few times and I know what it feels like coming on. I mean I know that doesn’t make any sense but I don’t think my heart could take thinking you were going to kiss me and then you don’t but you’re still rubbing all up on me.”

Stiles knows he’s rambling. It’s the ADD and the stress but he can’t seem to stop himself. Finally Derek just slaps a hand over his mouth, forcing Stiels to stop.

Derek looks almost bewildered. “Is kissing me something you want?”

It’s Stiles turn to feel bewildered. “How do you just ask that? That’s a crazy kind of a question.”

Derek raises one eyebrow and says, “Stiles, answer the question. I’m not going to make fun of you.”

Stiles takes a deep breath and looks up at Derek, feeling shy for the first time in a very long time. His voice comes out like a whisper. “Yes. I think I do. I mean it’s a pretty recent development and I had planned on wooing you before i told you, but since you ask, yes, kissing you is something that I want.”

Derek is silent for awhile before Stiles eventually begs, “Come on, Sourwolf, put me out of my misery here, one way or the other.”

Derek looks up again, his face vulnerable in a way that Stiles isn’t sure he’s ever seen. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never thought of you in that way before. But now that you bring it up, it seems like maybe it could be worth thinking about. I don’t want to kiss you on an experient, with us wanting different things out of it. Maybe we could talk more about it when we get home and give me a little while to think it over.”

Stiles isn’t really sure how to process what Derek just said beyond it wasn’t no. Stiles smiles, a little hope seeping into his own thoughts on the matter.

“Yeah, Derek. That sounds good.” He looks helplessly around, not really sure how to start a different conversation and not really having any thing else to do in the hotel room.

Derek saves the day. “Look, they have registrations times in the morning as well as tonight. What do you say we go and see a movie tonight instead of sticking around the hotel? We can grab some dinner too.”

“Yeah. That sounds great.” This is not a date, Stiles repeats to himself in his mind over and over again. But at the same time, he can’t keep the goofy smile off his face..

*******

The not-a-date was amazing. Somehow, they had both been able to just have fun together and not get stuck dwelling on to kiss or not to kiss question. Stiles was floating on cloud 9 until they got back to the hotel room. More specifically, the bed.

Stiles and Derek have both changed into sweatpants and t-shirts and are standing on opposite sides of the bed, just staring at it and not getting in.

Finally, Stiles looks up and tries to school his face into a serious demeanor. “Now look here. I have already admitted to where I stand on the whole kissing question. I am a virile young specimen of a human being. This” he says pointing a finger around the bed, “is a no judgment zone. You ignore any bodily functions that may happen in this bed, because of how I feel about you.”

By the end of his speech, Stiles’ cheeks are burning and he doesn’t know why but he is having trouble catching his breath.

Derek blinks like an owl. “Feelings?” He’s sounding a little breathless himself.

Stiles shakes his head in frustration. “Yes, Derek. Feelings! I thought we already had this conversation.”

Derek shakes his head. “No. We had a conversation about kissing. Not a conversation about feelings.’

“Yeah, well, for me there the same damn conversation. The feelings came first. Then the wanting to kiss you.”

“Oh.”

“What, oh?” Stiles bites out, beginning to feel annoyed. And embarrassed.

“In my experience, that’s not always the case. Not with Kate or Jennifer or Braeden.” Derek replies in a very small voice.

Stiles annoyance falls away and his heart breaks, just a little. Stiles walks around the bed so he can at least be near to Derek.

“I know we haven’t worked the whole feelings/kissing thing out but can I give you a hug?”

Derek doesn’t even reply. He just reaches for Stiles and wraps his arms around his entire torso. Derek practically collapses into the hug and Stiles does his best to channel everything he learned about hugs from his Mom and Mama McCall into this hug.

Stiles thinks this might be the longest he’s ever hugged anyone for and he doesn’t ever want to let Derek go. But eventually their arms naturally drop. Stiles puts his hands on Derek’s cheeks, and looks him in the eyes.

“Listen to me, Derek. I love being your friend. I love being your packmate. I love getting to spend time with you. Me being in love with you won’t change any of that if you don’t want it to. It’s like an A and an A+. Both are awesome. One is just a slight improvement over the other. I don’t want the A+ unless it is going to make you happy too. I’m here for the A no matter what you decide about kissing and feelings.”

Derek closed his eyes before he started speaking. Stiles can feel each movement of his jaw as he chokes out a response. “The last time I tried kissing and feelings together, I ended up having to kill her. I don’t know how to do this like a normal person.”

“Derek, look at me. Do you think that I know how to do this like a normal person either? There is no normal. There is just whatever we decide we want.”

In a barely audible whisper, Derek says, “I think I’d like to try this with you. But slowly. Definitely feelings, but maybe no more than kissing for awhile.?”

Stiles can’t imagine what the sheer joy that sweeps through him must smell like to Derek but Derek sniffs the air and a grin breaks out across his whole face, eyebrows and all.

Stiles is practically vibrating in place. “Can I kiss you now?””

Instead of answering, Derek leans forward and gently presses their lips together. Despite how chaste the kiss is, Stiles feels it to the very core of him. His heart is doing things he couldn’t eve describe and his knees are about to buckle.

Without thought, his arms wrap around Derek’s neck and his hips press forward. He stops himself short of grinding because that would not be taking it slow. But, as it is, he and Derek are touch from head to toe, wrapped in each other’s arms and more deliriously happy than Stiles knew was possible.

Derek ran his fingers through Stiles’ hair as he pulled away from their kiss. Stiles didn’t have scent to go by but he thought that Derek was just as happy as he was.

“Alright, lover boy or lover wolf? Is that a thing. It should be. Lover-wolf, let’s go to bed.”

“Not a thing. Don’t make it a thing.”

“Too late, lover-wolf, its a thing.”

They both climb into bed and Stiles stalls out for a minute but then he reaches out and takes Derek’s hand. By the time they fell asleep, Stiles had claimed the position of big spoon and had Derek wrapped in his arms.

*******

The first thing Stiles notices when he wakes up is that he is wrapped around a furnace. Then he realizes that furnace is Derek and his brain shorts out in pure bliss for a moment. But as soon as the warm fuzzy endorphins finish blazing through his system, he begins to take note of other things.

The muscles of Derek’s arm under his head. The roughness of the hair on Derek’s chest, where Stiles’ arm is rested. The tangle their legs have made. The insistent pressure of Derek’s hip bone against his rapidly hardening cock.

Stiles moans almost unconsciously as his hips jerk forward a few times, chasing that beautiful, wonderful pressure. It takes more willpower than he knew he possessed to stop and cant his hips away from Derek. Rubbing off on Derek after sharing one chaste kiss was not taking it slow.

Instead, Stiles scritched his fingers over Derek’s chest where they lay and was about to wake Derek up. Before he can get ‘good morning’ out of his mouth, Derek is on the other side of the room, wolfed out and panting like he just ran a marathon. His eyes are wide and wild - almost like he is somewhere else and not here in a hotel room with Stiles.

Stiles sits up in bed, not sure what just happened. “Derek, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice taut with false calm. He has to stay calm.

Derek hunches further into the corner of the room when Stiles speaks and doesn’t respond.

“Ok, Sourwolf. I’m going to get out of bed slowly. I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe.” Stiles keeps talking, low and calm, while he slowly walks towards Derek with his hands out.

Stiles stops just inside arm’s reach of Derek. He curses himself for his stupidity in what he is about to do. He takes one step closer to the frightened, wolfed out werewolf, not really sure what his next step will be. But when Stiles gets closer to Derek, Derek sniffs the air and that seems to break through whatever Derek had been experiencing.

He manages to pull back the shift and lurches forward into Stiles’ arms, pulling him into a desperate hug and burying his nose in Stiles’ neck. He is pulling in deep breaths of Stiles’ scent and trembling in his arms.

Stiles is at a loss but does his best to hold the man he loves through whatever’s happening right now. He ends up sliding to the floor so he hold Derek better as he is rocking back and forth.

He seems to be inhaling huge breaths of Stiles scent. When Stiles focuses enough to tell what Derek is muttering, he hears, “It’s Stiles. Stiles not Kate. Stiles is safe” over and over again.

Once he picks up what Derek is saying, Stiles heart breaks even more. He leans back a bit and tries to get Derek to look at him, “Sourwolf, your’re safe. I promise.”

Derek won’t be moved. “Need to smell you. Eyes can lie. Need to smell you.”

“Okay, Okay. At least come to the be…couch with me. We can be more comfortable.”

Derek shook the whole way to the couch and immediately curled back into Stiles’ space when they sat down.

It was almost an hour before Derek calmed himself down enough to unwind from Stiles. Stiles arms and legs were so cramped and he had to pee so bad he thought he might actually wet himself. He’d kind of thought they might have gotten through a few dates and make-outs before he was hit over the head with the ‘worse’ part of ‘for better or worse’. Not that he was thinking about marriage already. Oh shit! He might be thinking of marriage already.

“You gonna be okay if I go pee real fast?”

A ghost of a smile flashed across Derek’s face. “Yeah, I think so.” He paused, “But hurry, please”

Stiles peed the fasted he’d ever peed and went back to sit beside Derek.

He gets a good look for the first time since they moved to the couch. Derek’s face is pale and drawn with tear tracks streaking his cheeks. His eyes look hollowed out and exhausted. His whole body is hunched over like he is ashamed.

Stiles gently lifts Derek’s chin so he can look him in the face. “What happened?”

Derek opens his mouth like he was going to talk but instead ends up shaking his head. “I don’t know. I’m so sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you deal with that. You didn’t sign up for that. Just sorry.”

“Hey, hey. No. Before anything else, I am your friend and packmate. Which means I absolutely signed up for keeping you safe when you are terrified. I absolutely signed up for being there when you need me. The kissing and feelings has nothing to do with that. And I did sign up for that.”

Stiles thinks he must look strange because the way Derek is looking at him is like he’s never seen Stiles before. It almost makes Stiles embarrassed for how fierce he just was. But then Derek whispers, “Thank you.” And, that’s it. Stiles knows he said the right thing.

“Anytime. Though I do hope not all the time.” Stiles takes a moment to choose his next words very carefully. “If you don’t quite know what happened or don’t feel ready to talk about it yet, that’s okay. I’m not going to press. But I think you should consider talking about it. I mean, maybe with a professional. I’m always happy to listen but that was a really big reaction to I don’t know what. I am here for you and I will always be here for you. However, a professional might make it so you get better instead of just having support when it’s bad. I don’t know if I said that right or not.”

Derek’s voice is back up to normal volume. “You said it just fine. Maybe. I’d have to find someone supernatural. Maybe Laura knows of someone.”

Stiles is full to bursting with pride when Derek says that. The pink on Derek’s cheeks tells Stiles, he can probably smell that on him. He replies to Derek’s cheeks instead of his eyebrows like usual, “Yes, I’m proud of you. Get used to it, Sourwolf.”

*******

It takes awhile for them to finally get around to taking showers and getting dressed. By the time they are ready to leave the room, there is only about 15 minutes left of registration. Stiles is about to open the door when Derek grabs his hand and stops him.

He fumbles for his words for a moment before his eyebrows become determined and he looks up at Stiles. “So you know rank and protocol can be very important to supernatural beings.”

Stiles nods.

“As an unmated wolf representing a pretty powerful group, I will be considered fair game.”

“Fair game for what?”

“Wolves have a lot of behaviors surrounding smell because that sense is enhanced for us. For the fae, touch is very powerful. They can read auras, map bindings and relationships, heal or harm based on intention, enact treaties, and so much more. They understand enough about wolves to know not to touch a mated wolf without permission but an unmated wolf is fair game.”

“What are you saying? Cause it almost feels like you want me to be your mate so you don’t get touched too much while we’re here. And that feels like you are manipulating me because you know about my feelings. I don’t think you would do that so please tell me what you are saying.”

Derek looks horrified as he talks again, “No. Nonono. I just meant, maybe we could pretend to be mated. Maybe engaged to be mated or something. We wouldn’t smell right to other wolves but for the fae, they might believe if we were convincing enough.”

“I’m not sure that would be much better, Sourwolf. I don’t want you kissing me and touching me if you don’t mean it. That would be too heartbreaking for me.”

“What if we just didn’t say anything but did some of the stuff we’ve already done, just in public - holding hands, hugging, ummm, small kisses.”

Stiles thought about it for a moment. “Just make a promise. Don’t do anything with or to me that you don’t have feelings behind. I mean maybe you wouldn’t have thought to do it at just that moment except us being here but in general, it would make you happy to do it with me…”

Stiles huffs out a breath. That didn’t even make sense to him and he said it.

Derek takes a step closer. “I’d be happy to hold your hand all the time. Being surrounded by your scent is amazing. It’s like no matter what else is going on, no matter how crazy or dangerous things are, I can find peace if you are nearby.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yean, okay.”

Stiles turns to the door of their hotel room again, about to open it. And, again, Derek stops him. “Umm, before we go down there, can we do one more thing?”

Stiles tilts his head in inquiry.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Stiles’ breath whooshes out of him and his heart beats in that quadruple staccato as he nods his head.

Derek crowds him against the wall, boxing Stiles in with his whole body before he leans in and presses their lips together.

Stiles doesn’t know and really doesn’t care what to do with his hands. They flail up and land somewhere on Derek’s back as his legs give a wobble under him. Oh God. This is like a perfect moment.

Then, Derek opens his mouth just a bit and lets his tongue lick at Stiles’ lips. That sends a shock right to Stiles’ heart and feels warm through his whole body. Another lick and shock lands a bit lower. There’s nowhere for him to move that doesn’t involve rubbing against Derek.

This time, Derek rubs back and Stiles thinks he might die of sheer pleasure. He opens his mouth, letting his tongue meet Derek’s. At Stiles’ acquiescence, Derek growls, eyes flashing blue, and grabs Stiles’ hands. He slams them against the wall above their heads and presses hard into Stiles’ whole body.

Stiles whines and tries to reciprocate as much as possible but Derek has complete control over him. And, oh shit, does that work for him. HIs brain is rapidly dribbling out his ears, being replaced entirely by the pleasure of Derek pinning him to a wall.

All of the sudden Derek lets out a frustrated groan and Stiles’ front is freezing. Derek takes a step back, chest heaving and eyes blown wide. Stiles is sure he looks about the same. Maybe with a touch more confusion.

“Wha…why did you stop?”

Derek practically growls out his answer and his eyes flash blue again, “The first time I make you come, it won’t be pinned against the wall in a hotel room that smells like about 10 other people.”

Stiles thinks if he were five years younger, hearing Derek say that might have made him come untouched, standing against a wall in a hotel room. As is, he presses a hand against the base of his cock and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before grunting, “If you don’t want me to come, then you should probably stop talking about it.”

Derek is flushed and beautiful and his eyebrows have gone a bit sheepish. “Yeah, for me too.”

Stiles puts his full weight back on his own feet (and not the wall, or Derek) and looks at the clock on the bedside table. “Aannd, we now have 5 minutes left to register.”

“Then we better hurry.” Derek smirks at Stiles and grabs his hand to drag him to the elevator.

*******

The rest of the weekend was amazing. It turns out being the Sable Court representative meant they had to show up at a few seminars, make sure everyone knew they were there to represent the Sable Court, and attend the Banquet on Saturday night. No one made treaties with the Sable Court so there was very little politicking to be done. Every so often folks with grievances would try to get Derek to settle it between. Derek made a point of never giving a direct answer but he did keep note of a few situations that had the potential to blow up and made sure to pass that information on to whatever being was the equivalent of their Alpha.

Mostly, Stiles and Derek got to wander around a beautiful hotel, holding hands and reveling in just being together. The banquet had been the highlight of the weekend. Derek grumbled the whole time that he didn’t want to dance. But Stiles eventually convinced him, leading Derek onto the dance floor with a mischievous grin on his face.

Stiles proceeded to do the Macarena to every song that the string quartet played. Derek’s sour face barely lasted one song, by the end of the second song, he was laughing, By the end of the third song, he even had some of the other attendees who were around his age trying to get the pace of the Macarena right to match Liszt’s Angelus.

Derek pulled him close, laughter still in his voice, “You are ridiculous. Now you’ve got the whole place doing it, can we go?”

Stiles felt a pang of disappointment. He’d thought they were having fun. He quirks a half-smile at Derek. “Not having fun?”

Derek pressed a hard, quick kiss to Stiles’ lips. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? When you laugh, the joy in your scent is all I can focus on. I just want to slam you against some vertical surface and kiss you until it is as much a part of my scent as it is yours..”

Stiles’ eyes widened and yep, his whole body was on board with that idea. His voice cracked when tried to talk. Finally, he got out, “Yeah, that sounds like more fun than this. Let’s go do that.”

Later that night, after a good amount of very awesome making out, followed by two long, separate showers that would have taken all the hot water had they not been in a hotel, Stiles and Derek found themselves lying in bed together again. The heat from earlier in the evening has been banked and they are cuddled together, completely boneless.

Stiles is almost afraid to break the perfect atmosphere by speaking but he does. “You know I went and talked to Laura before her birthday dinner? I asked her whether there were specific werewolfy mating rituals. Or a specific way I should woo you.”

Derek looks at him, slightly horrified. “You didn’t!”

Stiles grins. “I did. I told it was her birthday present - that I was voluntarily letting her meddle.”

Now Derek looks worried for Stiles’ sanity. “What did she say?”

“I made her promise she would take the piss or get me to do something stupid before I asked her. She seemed to get that I was serious. She told me about this quote about mates that your Mom used to tell you.”

This time Derek smiled and recited from memory, “Each wolf is whole in itself but there are those who are created to walk beside in perfect harmony. A mate to write their name on your heart will make you safe by watching your back, give you peace by travelling beside you, bring you joy by smiling back at you, and join hands with you so will never be alone on your life journey,”

“Yeah, that. I started out thinking I was going to try to take that quote and prove to you that I am your mate, through wooing. But I realized there is no way that I would be able to convince you I am your mate, if I am not. Instead, I’ve realized that I want to tell you how you are my mate. From there, it is up to you where we go.”

Stiles swallows. “Derek Hale, I know that I am always safe with you. If we are in danger, I know you will be there, making sure that we both get out alive. You also make me feel safe sharing who I am with you. You’ve never made me feel bad about myself or how I was feeling. They say peace isn’t the lack of conflict but rather it is an inner quality that allows you to maintain equilibrium even in the midst of conflict. Now, equilibrium is not something I am much talented at. But with you by my side, I can find that calm. I can find my way out of calamitous thinking. You make me feel grounded. You’ve got a wicked sense of humor when you choose to let it out and you are the most fun to be goofy around because you’ll pretend to be annoyed but I know you really love it.”

Stiles stops for a moment, and takes Derek’s hand before he continues. “I know this isn’t really taking it slow when it comes to the feelings side of kissing and feelings but I want you to know, I think you are my mate. I hope one day you will decide that I am yours”

All of the sudden, there is a cat on their bed. It begins to grow and then transforms into a naked lady, just as it had at Laura’s birthday party.

Samaoth greets this with a hissed murmur, “Kind one, your obligation is fulfilled and your boon is granted.”

Stiles feels sick. Derek looks like he is about puke. Derek rasps out, “Not like this. I don’t want it like this. You can’t make him feel like this and then expect it to be okay.”

Samaoth arches one eyebrow. “Make him? I did not make him. This was a boon of revelation not a boon of creation. Maybe a slight nudge so that you were in a situation that would encourage you to share your feelings with each other. But the feelings themselves, they are yours, and yours alone.”

The pit in his stomach closed up and he was able to breathe again. But before Stiles could speak, Samaoth continued, “You know, not having to attend this thing was wonderful. Would you be willing to attend as my representative every year, Kind one?”

Derek appears to still be reeling, so Stiles answers. “Perhaps we leave it open for you invite us each year, while we retain the right to accept or refuse as we are able.”

Samaoth nods, “This is acceptable. Enjoy your mate, Kind one.” Samaoth then disappeared into thin air between one breath and the next.

Stiles and Derek look at each other. Derek finally speaks, “That was exhausting. Can we just go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Stiles kisses Derek’s forehead gently and then whispers, “Sweet dreams, Lover-wolf.”

*******

Traveling home was almost as exhausting as traveling to Seattle in the first place. But at least Roscoe was waiting for them instead of a taxi.

When they had both climbed in, Stiles tapped on the steering wheel a couple of times to relieve the nervous tension.

“We haven’t really talked much about what Samaoth said. I thought we might at least talk about what we wanted to tell the pack when we get home.”

Derek nods. “That’s a good idea.” He pauses. “I think I should go first.”

“Okay.”

Stiles is confused when Derek starts how he does but listens without interrupting. “Kate liked to play sexual games. She was always pushing me further than I wanted to go. I think Friday morning happened because you used your fingernails to wake me up. She used to scratch me, until I would bleed. She would start soft, almost tickling and gradually get harder and harder until I would beg her to stop. She would only stop if I did something for her, like go down on her or play with her nipples.”

Derek takes a deep breath in and out through his nose. “I thought I loved her. I thought she loved me. I thought that was just how sex was. I didn’t know how bad she was until it was too late. You know the rest of the story. But I think she really messed up how I think about feelings and kissing as we’ve been calling it. I think you’re right. I probably need to talk to a professional to get it all sorted out in my own head.”

Stiles nods and makes an encouraging noise because it seems like Derek isn’t done talking yet.

“I want that with you. I want the whole thing: mates, married, growing old together, everything. The feelings are there. But I think I also need time to work out my own head before we go any further than the kissing.”

When Derek looks up at Stiles, his eyes are pleading with Stiles, like there was anything other than yes that Stiles would say to all that. “Derek, I am here for you, however you need. As long as we can talk to each other, it will be okay. I can’t promise to always do or say the right thing but I want this too. I want this in a way that is healthy for you. And in the mean time, kissing you is no hardship.”

To demonstrate, and because he wanted to, Stiles leans forward and kisses Derek, once on the lips, once on the forehead, and then once on each cheek.

Stiles leans back, and asks, “What do you want to tell the pack?”

“The truth.”

*******

Everyone is gathered at the Hale house when they walk inside, hand in hand. Laura squeals and jumps up to hug them both as soon as she notices. Scott grins and gives Stiles a thumbs up while everyone else takes a moment to catch up.

They sit down together in one of the love seats, Derek on Stiles’ lap.

Lydia starts of the friendly interrogation. “I’d ask how it went but it appears to have gone very well.”

Stiles is grinning and Derek has a soft happy smile on his face. They look each other in the eyes and both say, “Yeah,” at the same time.

Laura throws and throw pillow at their heads. “Stop being so sappy and tell us all about it.”

Derek throws it back at his sister and Stiles starts to talk. “The conference was a conference. Nothing exciting there except, we kind of both decided that we are mates.”

The whole room erupts in shouts and wolf whistles.

Once they settle down, Stiles continues, “Samaoth doesn’t like to go so she used this as an excuse to get out of it and give Derek his boon. Apparently, we have always been each other’s mates and might have figured that out on our own eventually but Samaoth’s boon was one of revelation. The time alone together, along with a small nudge from her, helped us to be able realize our feelings for each other.”

“Congratulations, guys,” Boyd says when Stiles stops speaking. The rest of the pack echoes the sentiment.

Derek nudges Stiles, “Can you tell them the rest too?” Stiles startles slightly. “You want to share that part?

“Yeah. I don’t know that I can say it again but they’re pack. It’s safe.”

Stiles smiles, pride and happiness leaking out everywhere. “Part of us deciding what it means for us to be mates is that we decided to take it really slow. Derek shared some things about what Kate did to him that have messed up how he sees the physical aspect of relationships. He’s decided to talk to a professional about to get things straight in his own head. We’re still mates, we’re just taking it really slow.”

Derek stared at his shoes the whole time Stiles was talking. His embarrassment is bright on his cheeks and the rest of the pack must be able to smell it.

Laura stands up from her seat and kneels on the ground in front of Derek so she can look him in the eyes. “I am so proud of you. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. We all love you and want you to be happy.”

Erica yells from across the room. “What she said.”

Lydia replies, “I might have said it with more tact, but I agree too.”

Isaac, Boyd, Scott, and Jackson are quick to follow with their own reassurances.

There is a bit of awkward tension in the room like no one really knows what comes next, until Stiles declares, “It’s time for Frozen and a puppy pile.”

Derek smiles and says, “Yeah, that would be great.”

Three disney movies later, Stiles falls asleep with Derek sitting between his legs, back resting against Stiles’ chest. He’s never been so happy in all his life. Maybe he should be looking forward to his next oh shit moment.

The end.

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marveylovely · 1 year ago

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~ chapter 1 ~

~ chapter 2 ~

Harvey and that woman are obviously having a falling out. Dana realizes this right after the merger when she walks into his office. There's nothing deaf in his eyes, and she doesn't even get flirting. Scotty knows him well enough to see the sparks of pain jumping instead of lightning across the perfect suit. She cowardly thinks that this is her chance.

"I don't like you breaking into his office while I'm at lunch," Donna tells her bluntly.

Donna can. Scotty knows that, but she's still hurt. It hurts. As if in addition to the signs, patrols with dogs were added to keep her away. She's angry. Has the right. Scotty has been working hard for her place for years and has earned her position in the firm.

"This is just between me and Harvey," Dana almost hisses, pursing her lips. "Harvey is a big enough boy to decide everything independently".

Donna looks up from her computer and looks at her. It feels against his will as if the panther finally pays attention to the butterfly flickering before his eyes.

"Between you, Harvey… and your fiance?" Donna's smile is sharp and menacing. "I can put up a private property sign if you want."

Whoever that woman was, she did the impossible by liking Donna. The goddess Donna may have been a creature descended from Olympus into Harvey's life, but Hades once sat high in the clouds. Donna is a devil in a dress from a famous brand. And he welcomed the lost soul, driving away all the others.

Dana Scott knew she was a gorgeous woman that many could not resist. It was just an obvious fact. Tycoons, big financiers, successful lawyers… But not Donna Paulsen (it's a name and a title simultaneously, dear). And that woman did it.

Envy is illogical and wrong. Dana has everything you can dream of. Except for the proud, gray cat, who no longer even looks in her direction, who has chosen another person for himself.

When Harvey calms down and something changes in him, it brightens, as if the raised wool has finally been smoothed, and all the tufts have been carefully combed out, Dana realizes that the moment has been missed. And he reproaches himself for this cowardly and pathetic idea — to take advantage of the quarrel. It looks so pathetic that Dana can't look at her reflection without biting her lip.

Scotty is not an idiot. She has enough brains to compare the beginning of Mike Ross's disgrace and his return to the team with the beginning and end of the quarrel with that woman. But a man?.. She hesitates and waits for other evidence. Donna ruthlessly hammers the last nail into the lid of her coffin. She looks affectionately at the boy and lets him fly into Harvey's office as if to his home. This is an irrefutable fact that explains everything.

Dana Scott does not lose to a beautiful woman with scarlet lipstick and a sexy walk. Worse. Gorgeous Dana Scott, with beige lipstick and a confident gait, loses to awkward Mike Ross, with the kind eyes of the most loyal dog and a huge heart. She has nothing to cover.

Harvey Specter looks at his assistant as if he is his personal sun, and the day begins when Mike Ross gets out of bed in his (probably) cramped studio and ends when he wraps himself in soft blankets late at night in Specter's apartment. It once belonged to Dana, and she sucks in the pit of her stomach from the realization that everything is really over.

Harvey Specter has made his choice and has no regrets.

Dana—just—Scott fell in love to the point of unconsciousness and now regrets it.

Mike Ross kisses his boss right in the office, pressed against the cabinet with records, and does not even think about the fact that you can regret something. Definitely not when Harvey passionately responds to his impulse, and Donna guards their peace.

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takenbyemrys · 6 years ago

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Chapter: 1/1

Main Pairing: Derek Hale/ Stiles Stilinski

Summary: The pack returns for Spring breaks during their last year(s) of college and they play a game of never have i ever. They come to find out that very few of them actually know Stiles. Turns out Stiles isn't a virgin? And Derek like cannot handle confident/kinky Stiles.

It was during pack night that they truly learned that they didn’t actually know Stiles. It was after they’d all gone away to college, and they were in their junior and senior years. Derek had rebuilt the Hale house for all of them, and they stayed there when they came home from classes. It was during one spring break that Lydia suggested the game. They hadn’t drifted apart, per say, but they all lived in different cities now, so they missed a lot of stuff between them.

Stiles and Cora had gone the farthest, to Caltech and UCLA respectively. It was a short drive between the schools, so they shared an apartment in the middle. Lydia and Allison were both accepted to Stanford, while Scott and Isaac were at UC Berkeley. Erica had stayed in Beacon Hills to go to community college while Boyd went to the Police academy. As a wolf, Cora made sure to come home every break to see her alpha, but Stiles had only come home every other break, citing homework or other things. Derek tried not to let it get to him, but the pack could see that not seeing Stiles for so long was taking a toll on their Alpha. They could all tell that Derek was ridiculously in love with him, especially when Stiles came home the summer after sophomore year, sporting a couple tattoos and very defined muscles.

So when they were finally all together the spring break before they graduated, Lydia couldn’t help but suggest a good game of never have i ever. They each had five shots sitting in front of them, waiting to be taken. Stiles didn’t like the mischievous looks Lydia was giving him.

“Okay! I will go first.” Lydia smirked around the circle. Groans went up, they knew they were going to be getting drunk fast. “Never have i ever, had sex with someone of the same gender.” Isaac, Cora, Derek, and Stiles all took shots. Scott tilted his head.

“Stiles why did you take a shot?” He asked.

“Well Scotty, you take a shot if you’ve done the thing Lydia said. I did the thing.” Stiles snarked.

“Wait, what?” Isaac was so confused.

“Guys, what’s so wrong with me having sex with a guy?” Stiles snarled. Cora started the giggle softly.

“It’s not the guy part Stiles. We just never thought you’d actually had sex.” Allison admitted. Cora was full of rolling on the floor now. Lydia was smirking. Stiles gave them his best bitch face. Even Derek was interested.

“Guys, i’ve had sex. Jesus Christ I’m twenty two fucking years old.” Stiles huffed. “Who's next?” The pack shifted uncomfortably, but Isaac spoke up.

“It’s me. Um, never have i ever had sex in a public place.” Erica and Boyd smirked, clinked their shots and downed them.

“You two would,” Stiles snickered before downing his own shot. They were all openly staring.

“Okay, where the fuck did you have sex in public?” Erica asked.

“Well, there was time i went camping in the Angeles national forest. I did it at the local country club in the restaurant bathroom. Cora, you remember when we went to museum of contemporary art in LA?” Cora blushed.

“I knew you weren’t in the bathroom for that long!” She accused.

“I mean, I technically was.” Stiles smirked. “There’s a couple others.” He shrugged. “Erica, you’re next.” The blonde bombshell appraised him with a new respect.

“Alright, never have I ever said the wrong name in bed.” She smirked. Lydia blushed and took a shot. Stiles tried to take his quickly.

“Jesus Stiles, whose name did you say?” Erica whistled. Cora was laughing again.

“Cor, shut up. I’m not talking about this.” Stiles blushed.

Cora snorted. “We can talk about it later. Boyd go on.” The wolf thought for a minute before he spoke.

“Never have i ever kissed the picture of a celebrity.” Boyd said proudly. No one moved.

“Scott.” Stiles said accusingly. The beta flushed bright red before quickly taking a shot.

“I forgot you saw that.” Scott mumbled.

“Oh my god, whose picture did you kiss?” Allison squealed with a grin. Scott mumbled something unintelligible. “I’m sorry, i didn’t catch that.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio!” Stiles chuckled. Scott blushed.

“I was like seven okay! My mom liked him.” Scott blushed. “Look, it’s my turn. Never have i ever had a threesome.” Stiles and Lydia took shots.

“It’s like I don’t even know you.” Erica whispered to Stiles, who just grinned at her.

“Well, what was it like?” Isaac asked, leaning forward. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“It was just sex Isaac,” Lydia admonished. Stiles shrugged.

“Pretty much. I wasn’t a huge fan of splitting my attention.” Stiles shrugged.

“You like to give it your all, huh Stiles?” Erica smirked. Stiles gave her a wink. Derek was honestly stunned. Stiles was always as pure as fucking snow, and he would honestly love nothing more than to learn everything that Stiles knows.

“Okay, never have i ever fantasized about a friend's significant other.” Allison said. Erica and Isaac each took shots. “What you haven’t done that Stiles?” She teased. Stiles just shrugged.

“Eh, i do have a line.” Stiles smirked. “Oh alpha, my alpha, your turn.” Stiles giggled. His four shots were hitting hard.

“You skipped me Stiles.” Cora said, sticking her tongue out at him. Stiles snickered.

“Sorry, Cor. Please, embarrass me more.” Stiles leaned into Derek’s shoulder. Cora smiled wickedly.

“With pleasure. Never have i ever tried role playing.” Stiles slammed his empty glass on the floor.

“You bitch!” He cursed. Cora was rolling on the floor again.

“Story time!” Erica said gleefully. Stiles noted that Allison, Scott, Erica, Boyd, and surprisingly Derek had all taken shots.

“I can’t do it. Cora tell the story for me.” Stiles buried his face in Derek’s shoulder, who was frozen. They all rolled their eyes at their alpha and turned to Cora.

“Okay, so it was last year, and i was supposed to be out camping with friends, but it was raining, so we came home early. When i got home, i didn’t expect that Stiles had someone over, so i opened his door to tell him i was home and i still can’t ever forget this.” Cora was grinning, but she had to stop and take a deep breath. Stiles groaned in anticipation. “So this girl Stiles was kinds of seeing at the time, was totally not okay with me living there, just to put this out there for later. But anyway, i open his door and what do i see! Stiles is kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but kitty ears and a leash!” Erica and Lydia squeal. Scott claps his hands over his ears, Boyd fucking laughs, and Isaac is tomato red. Derek, is even more stiff under Stiles.

“So, you’re the submissive type?” Derek smirks. Stiles groans.

“Quite the opposite actually. I’m very domineering. But jesus, come on guys. I’ll try anything at least once, okay?” Derek’s heart stuttered.”I’m out of shots. I’ll hold up fingers now.” Stiles lifted his face of Derek’s shoulder and held up a hand. He waited patiently for the wolves to stop laughing.

“So, why cat ears?” Lydia wheezed. “No wolf ears?” Derek couldn’t help but think of Stiles in wolf ears. His inner wolf growled with want. Stiles groaned.

“They were all she had. Jesus, let’s just move on. Derek, what have you never done?” Stiles asked. Derek cleared his throat and focused on the rest of the pack.

“Uh, never have i ever slept with someone in the room.” Derek said proudly. Erica, Boyd, Allison, and Scott took shots as expected. But everyone was floored when Cora and Lydia took a shot. They were even more floored when Stiles slowly lowered a finger.

“You slept with me sister.” Derek growled. Stiles ducked his head.

“I mean like, yes, but also, we were not in our right minds. It was like three years ago okay? And Cora, we decided that we were absolutely never going to talk about it.” Cora just snickered.

“Wait Lydia? Who did you sleep with?” Isaac asked. Lydia and Stiles avoided eye contact.

“Oh. My. God.” Allison said.

“Dude! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you slept with Lydia!” Scott hissed. Stiles avoided eye contact with everybody.

“It was right after high school graduation, but uh… It… uh… didn’t end very well…” Stiles wined. Lydia covered her mouth.

“What happened? Was is not good?” Erica asked.

“Oh no, Stiles is definitely great in bed, but uh…” Lydia blushed.

“We each said someone else’s name.” Stiles finished. The entire group groaned.

“Ouch.” Boyd said.

“Whose names did you say?” Isaac asked. Lydia and Stiles met eyes and snickered.

“Can’t say.” She shrugged.

“Scout’s honor promise.” Stiles nodded.

“So you were both into someone you weren’t ready to talk about?” Allison asked.

“Oh yeah. So let’s move the fuck on.” Stiles said. Lydia was still blushing. Stiles leaned into her side.

“We’re a couple of hopeless causes.” She snickered.

“I am, you’re not.” He said. “Anyway, my turn, so never have i ever fallen asleep during sex.” Stiles grinned. Scott took a sad shot to the jeers of the pack.

“Shut up okay.” The game continued for a couple more rounds until most were out of shots. The pack learning that Stiles had used sex toys, had multiple one night stands in one night, hooked up with someone over tinder, and hooked up with a professor, thanks to Cora’s pointed questions. He had been injured trying to impress someone, he got a little quiet after that question, and Lydia pushed the game forward.

The game ended when Cora smirked at Stiles. He knew it was over. “Never have i ever been in love with someone in this room.” Allison, Boyd, Erica, and Scott took shots. Stiles groaned and flopped his hand on the ground. They all turned as Derek picked up his glass and downed his last shot. Everyone was staring at him with awe. Stiles, because he’s really that fucking oblivious, and the rest of the pack, because they didn’t think he’d own up to it.

“Who the fuck are you in love with?” Stiles breathed. Derek blushed, looking anywhere but at his pack. Why did he feel the compulsion to take the shot? It was so much better when he could hide it away. He told himself he would be happy if Stiles had ever found someone. Derek sighed and caught Stiles eye. “Fuck it’s Lydia isn’t it?” Lydia face palmed behind him.

“No, you fucking idiot!” Cora yelled.

“It’s you Stiles.” Derek said. Stiles’ jaw dropped. Derek flashed his eyed at the pack and sent them all running, abandoning the alcohol they had left. “Stiles?” Derek asked, resting his hand on the man’s shoulder. Stiles jumped at the contact, springing to his feet. Derek watched as he paced the living room, muttering unintelligible things to himself. Suddenly he stopped and turned to Derek.

“You can’t be serious?” He said. Derek sighed. Of course this was the reaction he would get.

“Yes Stiles, i am serious. I’ve been in love with you for, quite a while.” Derek sighed. Stiles stared at him slack jawed. He blinked before he was flinging himself at the alpha. Derek caught him with ease, and was more than stunned when Stiles captured his lips. They made out for several minutes before Derek pulled away. “What is this Stiles?” He asked.

“This is me, kissing the man i’ve been in love with since i was fucking sixteen.” Stiles groaned as he tried to capture Derek’s lips again, but Derek was frozen.

“What?” Derek breathed.

“Derek. Ya know how we just went over that I slept with Lydia right after high school graduation?” Derek growled. “Right, well when we each called out the wrong name… i called out yours.” He finished lamely. Derek growled and captured the man’s lips once more.

“Well, now i’m going to make you call out the right name.” Derek growled.

Basking in the sweaty afterglow of Derek’s chest was so much better that Stiles had ever imagined. “So, are you going to come home more often now?” Derek asked softly.

“Derek, the biggest reason i stayed away was because it was so painful to see you while i was pining.” Stiles admitted. “So, when i graduate, i plan to fully take up residence in my bedroom next door.” Derek rubbed circles on his back.

“Or, you could take up residence right here,” Derek breathed. Stiles swore his heart skipped a beat. He smiled into Derek’s chest and nodded. “Good, i need you here so i can keep an eye on you. I can’t have you sleeping with my sister again.” Stiles snorted.

“We’re never talking about that. For the record. I called out your name that time too. That’s why she had so much glee about it.” Stiles groaned. Derek couldn’t help but smile.

“Maybe when you get back after graduation we can scrounge up some wolf ears for you,” Derek growled, rolling on top of Stiles. Stiles couldn’t help but laugh, thinking about all of the fun they were going to have over the years.

Fin.

#Sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #Pack Feels #lydia martin #cora hale #isaac lahey #scott mccall #alison argent #vernon boyd #erica reyes #teen wolf #stiles x derek #never have i ever

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scatter-kinnin-patter · 5 years ago

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About Me

Hello hello! You can call me Scatter when not referring to any of my kins- I’m 22, trans(he/him pronouns), and gay and ace. I’m kinda new to the kin community but consider this a safe space for fictionkin(or all types of otherkin!), fictives, coping link, or whomever may identify with/as fictional characters!

Thinspo, transmeds/truscums, and exclusionists/aphobes please do not interact!

I would love to interact with people from my sources and talk about canons, make friends, and all the like! However, I’m not looking for canonmates(I’ve had a few bad run-ins with people telling me my canons were “wrong” if they didn’t match with theirs, and would rather not go through that again), but I greatly enjoy discussing different canons! Doubles are free to interact!

Disclaimer: I use fictionkin to cope with mental illness, so please try to understand why I do this and don’t interact if you have anti-kin sentiment. I ain’t hurting anyone, and I wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t have fiction to fall back on, so please respect this harmless fun <3

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Kin List

💜Michael Afton💜

Nickname(s): Eggs, Mike/Mikey

Source: Five Nights at Freddy’s

About me: I’m 24, demiboy(he/him), gay, and polyamorous

About my canon: I’m the FNaF 4 brother, Sister Location’s Eggs Benedict, and FFPS’s Night Guard. I’m son of William Afton and Crying Child and Elizabeth’s older brother. I’m very gay for my Phone Guy. I’m also the Michael from The Joy of Creation: Story Mode!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from FNaF, but I’d adore meeting some Williams and/or Springtraps! I’d love to meet fellow Aftons or nightguards too! Oh and Ennards too, I love all of the animatronics!

💛Roxas💛

Nickname(s): Rucksack

Source: Kingdom Hearts

About me: I’m 22, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I don’t remember Xion too much, but Axel and I were inseparable. I wasn’t quite as edgy as everyone portrays me… actually I was a huge nerd! Oh, but was I so in love with my Sora. I know it’s cliche, but being in someone’s heart does that to you. I was also, ironically, great friends with Riku!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Kingdom Hearts, but meeting Soras, Axels, and Rikus would make my day and then some.

🖤Darkiplier🖤

Nickname(s): Damien, Dark/Darky

Source: Markiplier’s Egos

About me: I’m 38, agender(he/him or they/them), and bisexual

About my canon: I was once Damien before the events of Who Killed Markiplier, and since then have been living with Mark’s other egos. I have long since forgiven Mark and Wilford, and we live peacefully now. I was very much in love with my Wilford and my Antisepticeye. Celine was resting during my time, so I really only had Damien taking over personality-wise.

Who I’m looking for: Any of Markiplier’s or Jacksepticeye’s egos, but I would adore meeting a Googleplier, Wilford, or Anti.

💙Geno💙

Nickname(s): Starboy, ♡♪!?

Source: Super Mario RPG

About me: I’m a star, so age is complicated, but am an adult, genderless(he/him), and bisexual

About my canon: It’s me, that star from SMRPG! Mallow was a little brother to me, and I was very bi for the rest of my team. I frequently visited Earth again after the events of the Star Road, and fell in love with Dreambert from Mario and Luigi: Dream Team. Cappy from Odyssey and I were also very close friends.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from the Mario franchise, but I’d really really love meeting some Marios, Bowsers, Cappys, or Dreamberts!

💖Scott Cawthon/Afton💖

Nickname(s): PG/Phone Guy, Scottie

Source: Five Nights at Freddy’s

About me: I’m 25, transmale(he/him), gay and asexual

About my canon: Hello hello~! I was the phone guy! Fun fact: I had two purple guys in my canon- one was my twin brother, the other was William Afton himself. William adopted me, actually, so he’s really quite the father figure, despite… everything. I worked in numerous Fazbear Locations, nearly died in FNaF 1, and came to my final end in FFPS.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from FNaF, but it’d make my day to meet Purple Guys/William Aftons, Jeremy Fitzgeralds, or Mike Schmidts!

🖤Bendy🖤

Nickname(s): Benjamin, Bendaroo

Source: Bendy and the Ink Machine

About me: Age is complicated cuz I’m a toon, but consider me 21, genderless(he/him), and pansexual

About my canon: Ayyyy it’s the little devil darlin himself! I was very close with my Henry, and he actually broke the loop that freed us all! Oh I was gay for my Henry and my Sammy. Also I’ve been willin to reconcile things with Joey, why not! I was also friends with Cuphead!

Who I’m looking for: Listen, not to be all biased or anythin, I love all BatIM or Cuphead kins, bUT HENRIES AND SAMMIES PLS INTERACT

🧡Lawless🧡

Nickname(s): Hyde, Lawli, Servamp of Greed

Source: Servamp(both the anime and the manga)

About me: I’m an immortal vampire, though forever 18, male(he/him), and bisexual

About my canon: It’s ya favorite tragic backstory thespian! Oh I was hopelessly in love with my Ophelia and Licht, and thankfully have moved past my more, eheh, destructive tendencies. Now I’m just a vamp with an angel trying to recover from it all!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Servamp, but I’d give anything to meet a fellow Licht or any of my Vamp-Sibs!

💚Link/Masky💚

Nickname(s): Grasshopper, Hero of Time

Source: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time + Majora’s Mask

About me: I’m 18, male(he/him), and aromantic/asexual.

About my canon: I go by the name “Masky” to avoid confusion with other Links, as Majora’s Mask was my more prominent canon in both memory and my behaviors. I was short, and a bit more on the apathetic side, but I was always taking notes in my notebook and studying each scene. Guess I was more of the “think things through” type. I later on taught the Hero from Twilight Princess.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from any Zelda game(I’ve played nearly them all), though I’d love to meet fellow Links from other timelines.

💜Virgil Sanders💜

Nickname(s): Virge, Anxiety

Source: Sanders Sides

About me: I’m 29, male(he/him), gay and asexual.

About my canon: My canon was Found Family Trope. Patton was like a father to me, and I was in a polyamorous relationship with Roman, Logan, and Deceit. Remus was cool, though we were never involved romantically or platonically. Fun fact: I had a cat hoodie in my canon that matched Pat’s but it was black and purple, lol.

Who I’m looking for: Any of the Sides, but Romans, Logans, and Deceits would be cool to meet(please no “evil” Deceits, though)

💙Taako Taako💙

Nickname(s): Koko, Bastard

Source: The Adventure Zone: Balance

About me: I’m an elf, so I’m well over 100, transmale(he/him), and gay

About my canon: Fun fact, even though I love Kravitz to no end, I was involved romantically with my Magnus! Saved the world, cooked some food, it’s what we do!

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from TaZ, but PLEASE the 7 birds- especially Magnus or Merle, interact!!!

🧡Lampy🧡

Nickname(s): Tim/Timothy, Lamps

Source: The Brave Little Toaster

About me: I’m an appliance, I have no “age”!, genderless(he/him), and gay

About my canon: Only lived through the first 2 movies, never really considered “Goes to Mars” as canon… maybe more of a fever dream. I was pretty darn smart, though social cues weren’t my strong suit. I was so in love with my Radio, though~!

Who I’m looking for: Literally anyone from either TBLT movie- but especially Radio!

💚Edd💚

Nickname(s): None(?)

Source: Eddsworld

About me: I’m 26, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I’m just a chaotic cat lover, what can I say! I miss having Tord as a friend and I was in love with my Tom and Eduardo! Uhhhh… Cola.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone from Eddsworld, but Toms Tords and Eduardos please interact!

💛Ethan💛

Nickname(s): Gold

Source: Pokemon Silver/Gold

About me: I’m 20, transmale(he/him), and gay

About my canon: I traveled across both Johto and Kanto with my Cyndaquil, and had a pair of roller blades! I was always on some kind of wheels, a speed demon for sure, and a bit egotistical/loud XD. I had… a relationship with Red, don’t remember if it was platonic or romantic. BFFs with Blue and Kris, and Silver was my boyf <3

Who I’m looking for: Literally ANYONE from Pokemon, but… Reds Blues and Silvers… hit me up 👀

🧡Arthur🧡

Nickname(s): Arty

Source: Mystery Skulls Animated

About me: I’m 25, male(he/him), and gay

About my canon: GUESS WHO DIDN’T DIE AFTER HELLBENT!!! Listen fam Arthur is my kin that goes into hibernation but revives every 2 years to scream before going back to vibing in the background. Had a poly relationship where both Vivi and I dated Lewis, but Vivi and I didn’t date each other, if that makes sense.

Who I’m looking for: Anyone MSA… Lewis and Vivi tho… hai-

💙Cloud Strife💙

Nickname(s): Soldier boy, Spikey

Source: Kingdom Hearts(mainly), Final Fantasy 7

About me: I’m 23, male(he/him), gay and ace

About my canon: I’m KH Cloud more than FF7, though I still connect with my FF7 self. I was one of Xehanort’s first experiments with heartless, which is how he was able to separate Sephiroth and I. Sora was like a baby brother to me. Leon and I were classic rivals-to-lovers. Fight me.

Who I’m looking for: Hit me up if you’re anyone KH(say hi to Roxas too while you’re at it) and/or FF7. Not really picky, down to chat with whomever.

💖Charles Calvin💖

Nickname(s): Charlie

Source: The Henry Stickmin Collection

About me: I’m 27, transmale(he/him), queer and ace

About my canon: Listen I just started kinnie this boi the day I typed this all I know is I had a cool pilot jacket and I’m a disaster queer and love flying choppers and Henry cute aaaaaa

Who I’m looking for: Please… I will take ANY thsc kinnies…

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ikesenhell · 6 years ago

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Summoning Circle XVI

This is a continuation of Summoning Circle. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here. NOTE: Tagging @katriniac at her request.

They shoved back the furniture in the living room and prepared another circle. Sasuke prepped instruments she didn’t even know the names of around the room. Some whirred, some beeped, some made scrawling measurements like a seismograph. He monitored them all ceaselessly for a week before clapping his hands together.

“Good news. We might not even need a machine.”

“How do you figure that?” She asked, propping herself up between two of them on the couch.

“Well, the problem is from the other side. Ergo, we’d need to get through to the other side to block the holes. And I think--” He paused, contemplating his words. “I think it’s a matter of reverse engineering the doorway you made in the first place to place a barrier.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, her brain nigh on meltdown mode. “English please.”

“Remember your sigil you drew to summon them in the first place?” Sasuke flipped the book open, teasing his fingers between the pages. “It’s like an algebra problem.”

“Fuck, Sasuke. The whole reason we’re in this mess is because I��m shit at math.”

He half-smiled, shoving his glasses back up his nose. “Alright. A better analogy. Think of each place in the universe was a door. Naturally, to get in a door, you need a key.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“So, for instance, to ‘assemble’ the key to our having space travel, we had to map out the lock. The components involved velocity, calculating orbits, etcetera, but in the end it was a key nonetheless.” He tapped the pages to the book. “And this book details keys to other doors.”

She paused. “So basically what you’re saying is the circle is the door, we just have to figure out the components to get us in there. Like a password.”

“Exactly like a password.”

“And once we’re in there...” The details laid bare out before her like the mythical yellow brick road. “Then we block the route back?”

“It’ll take a little doing. But that’s the idea. It’s just a matter of assembling the component to create the block. And in the meantime, we’d have the assistance of Mitsuhide and Mitsunari on the other side.”

It wasn’t a perfect idea, but it was an idea, and it was better than any she had to boot. Besides. Sasuke had never, ever let her down before. Suddenly overwhelmed by the grace of him, she leapt to his side and crushed him in a hug.

“Sasuke, you’re the very best friend in the whole goddamn universe.”

He pet her back gently. “This is as much a fun scientific adventure for me as it is helping you... but you’re welcome.”

Mitsunari stood in the eye of the circling storm.

A thousand dreams swirled around him. He extended a finger and watched them ripple around him, fragments of unconscious thoughts flowing through his mind. Oh, he was so, so hungry for them, so tempted to delve in and devour them whole for their knowledge. But he was hunting first and foremost. That stayed him. Faster and faster the tide turned around him. He shut his purple eyes and focused to the full stretch of his will, feeling the ravenous desire in him fight for control.

But not today.

He felt the dream and latched on, pulling it out of the slipping current and laying it bare before him. There. She dreamed, and his heart screamed and pulled from his chest, threatening mutiny.

She dreamed of them.

There they were--himself and Mitsuhide, standing in her kitchen, fumbling over sandwiches. The contents made no sense, and neither did the fact that all the furniture was floating--but nevermind that. Dream logic had a way of creeping in. He absorbed himself in the details of her.

He watched her hands reaching for them, the way she always fell just out of reach. The kitchen drifted farther and farther away until it was only a lonely blip, the infinite hallway extending before her. Mitsunari wanted so badly for Dream-Him to reach out, take her, grab her! But no. He could only stand arrested as at last, the whole apartment slipped into blackness, the shattering of a mirror sprinkling through her mind.

“There you are.”

Mitsunari shut his eyes and tried not to feel angry at Mitsuhide. “Did we do the right thing?”

The silver-haired demon stepped to his side and stared down at the dream. It turned to a horror so easily. Now she dreamed of blood sprinkled over the vanity, fragments of a vampire skull scattered over her feet.

“Yes,” Mitsuhide murmured, his voice shaking. “We did.”

“It doesn’t feel like the right thing.”

“The right thing often doesn’t.”

Mitsunari sighed. “I suppose coming from you, that means something. You’re the king of doing the right thing in the worst ways.”

The ghost of an amused smile played over Mitsuhide’s lips, but he said nothing. Instead he extended his hand toward his partner. “You can’t stand here in the stream forever.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re starved. You never made the trade I made. You can’t be away from your books this long.”

“I know,” Mitsunari answered miserably. “I know. But I keep coming back here.”

Nothing other than the rush of swirling dreams around them answered. At last, Mitsuhide sighed. “Whatever you’re looking for, I can stand guard for now. She wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself.”

A bitter laugh escaped him. “She wouldn’t want a lot of things that have happened.”

“No. You’re right. She wouldn’t have.”

She took her cat to stay with another friend for a while. After all, whenever they broke through to Purgatory, Theodora couldn’t go without food and water. Kissing her pet a thousand times on the head, she finally resolved herself to the unknown.

Both she and Sasuke threw themselves into working long hours every week, extending their paychecks as far as they could manage to accommodate an unknown length of time away from their respective bills and responsibilities. Each night, they dragged themselves back to the apartment and slaved over the books late into the night. Sasuke pinned an intricate system of notes onto her wall. One night she pointed out it looked like a meme and he struck the same pose, sending them into a several-minute long fit of giggles.

And at last--at last!--they had something.

“Holy shit.” Sasuke announced one midnight. “I think I got it.”

She pried herself from her notes to stare blearily at him. “What?”

“I’ve got it.” And he scrambled for chalk, etching the runes into the floor one at a time. Each of them pulsed and warped in tandem, shimmering a bright red through the apartment until a faint light pooled in the center. Sasuke inhaled deeply. “I haven’t set the last symbol, but when we do...”

“Oh my god.” She slammed the book shut, scrabbling over to him. “Okay. Okay okay. Okay!”

“We need to get supplies.” He nodded resolutely, and suddenly the two of them were scrabbling around the room. “Like a can of beans!”

A moment. She stopped and stared at him. “A... can of beans? Like, a singular can?”

Sasuke, astrophysicist and genius, stopped dead in his tracks, eyes glazed. “I... yes. We probably need more than one.”

“Sleep deprivation getting you there?”

“I’d be absolutely thrilled if we could just chalk it up to that.”

They crashed that night in the living room, and by the next morning, they both sent off emails to their respective employers about an unplanned, long-term absence from work. Shuffling their backpacks together, they checked it for the millionth time.

“A compass won’t be any use there,” Sasuke mumbled. “Do you know how to orient us once we’re in?”

“Not a single fucking clue, if I’m honest. I might be able to get us to the hot springs... if it dumps us out in the correct place.”

“Not likely, then.” But he smiled anyway, cranking one of his ten wind-up cameras he’d somehow procured. “This will be very exciting.”

“And scary. We need to be on our guard.”

“Of course. But the scientific opportunity here is limitless.”

Count on Sasuke to make it fun. Shaking out her nerves, she nodded at him. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Let’s do this. Beam me up, Scotty.”

He gave her the usual muted smile and scrawled out the appropriate signs. Just as before, the whole living room began to swim with ruby light. Affixing the last piece, they stepped back as a massive gate appeared before them--and just beyond, a thick, purple haze.

She exhaled hard and took Sasuke’s hand. “Alright.”

He squeezed it reassuringly. Together, they stepped through, and the gate closed behind them.

“My friend?”

The demon frowned from his place atop a cushioned chair, but answered anyway. “Yes, Shingen?”

Smirking, the redheaded demon flopped into a matching one across from him, adjusting his red and gold robes. “I don’t suppose you’re in a mood for a patrol?”

Those mismatched eyes flicked open with interest. “Is it a vampire incursion? Perhaps some of those hungering spirits again?”

“No, no no, Kenshin, my friend. Nothing that we need to attack, exactly.”

“Oh.” Kenshin’s face soured immediately. “Then I’m not interested.”

“Come now! It’ll be fascinating.” Shingen chuckled, leaning in. “I heard the most interesting report. We have some interlopers out here.”

“If I can’t kill them, then I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I’m certain you’ll find them of interest.” The demon grinned broad, his horns like an ibex shimmering into view. “Because, my friend, they’re humans.”

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trade-baby-blues · 7 years ago

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Diamond in the Ruff

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Word Count: 1790

Warnings: Suspense. Swearing (I think?? Probably).

A/N: Based on a request by @sebastianstanslefteyebrow. I’m sorry to the other requests I have floating around. I read this one and immediately had an idea (that I stole from the new Star Wars movie) and just rolled with it. I did NOT edit it all because I am super sick and can’t focus but I wanted to post it anyway so y’all can read it. Hope you enjoy!

Finding new signs of intelligent life. Exploring the outer reaches of deep space. This was exactly the kind of thing that got your heart racing. It made up for the last dozen away missions where all you found was soil and poisonous plants.

“Maybe we’ll find a poisonous animal this time,” you rambled to anyone who would listen on the shuttle to the planet’s surface.

Jim scoffed. “You're probably the only person who’s excited about that.”

“Poisonous, not poisonous. I don't really care as long as it's not another new species of subterranean fungi. The botanists always have a field day and the zoology team gets nothing! Ever! And don't you dare even bring up the Phylosians,” you glared at Jim. “You and I both know the botanists robbed us of that find. Sure they're plant-based life forms but they were sentient. Sentient!”

“Officially the Phylosians were classified as an alien race,” Spock interjected, “not a species of plant, therefore the botanists we're not qualified to classify them either.” Spock turned his attention back to the PADD in his hand and you stuck your tongue out at him, making Jim snicker.

“Stupid planet made of stupid rocks and stupid dirt,” you muttered. You kicked the ground, knocking up a small cloud of dust which you promptly inhaled. You swung blindly in front of you trying to disperse it while you coughed your lungs out, eyes burning from the dust and cheeks burning from embarrassment at Jim’s laughter. You flipped him off, but the sight of you covered in dust, tears on your cheeks, muffling a cough had Jim doubled over laughing even harder. “I hate this.”

“Captain,” an Ensign yelled as he ran towards you and Jim. “Captain there's something! Something in the woods! Over there in the...woods.” The ensign collapsed on the ground in front of you.

Jim called for help and dropped to his knees to check for a pulse. You stared at him, jaw dropped and smiling as if someone had just dropped a beautiful alien baby in front of you. Jim caught the look in your eye and pointed his finger at you like he was your father. “Don't you dare.”

“Wasn't he with another ensign, though? We should really find them and make sure they're okay,” you said, inching your way closer to the woods despite Jim’s protests. “It would be cruel to leave them out there without help. I mean it could be a wild animal. A dangerous wild animal.” You had to suppress a fit of giggles, trying not to sound too desperate for a new discovery.

“Which is exactly why I don't want you- Hey! Wait,” Jim called, looking back up from the ensign to find you sprinting full speed into the woods. Jim wrestled with himself, not wanting to leave an ensign unconscious and unattended but knowing you had an even greater affinity for trouble than he did. “Damn it. Don't go anywhere,” he said to the unconscious ensign before running after you.

“This really isn't how I wanted to spend my afternoon,” Jim called out into the empty woods. He cursed under his breath again when there wasn't an answer. “I am not doing the paperwork if you get eaten.”

Jim prepped himself for another shout when something slammed into him from the side, pinning him to a tree back-first. A hand clamped over his mouth and Jim prepared himself for the worst until his eyes finally focused on your profile. He began to protest, albeit muffled, against the palm of your hand but you shushed him.

“They're close.” You saw the question in Jim’s eyes but the woods answered for you as a chorus of howls surrounded you.

Jim shoved your hand away and whispered “Please tell me that's a pack of known animals. Known vegetarian animals.”

“Maybe. Could also be wild sehlats.”

“Sehlats?” Jim coughed, trying to cover up the rising octave in his voice. “Like the one Spock used to have?”

“Oh no, no. Wild ones are much bigger and much more aggressive.” Jim tensed against you, and you could've sworn he stopped breathing for a second. “Of course I’m probably wrong! I mean I was top of my class so it's unlikely, but there haven't been any recorded sightings of sehlats outside of Vulcan before - maybe because anyone who spotted them got eaten - but probably not! It could just be one animal. One small, harmless animal.” A chorus of howls erupted again.

“Does that really sound like one animal to you Lieutenant “Top of the Class Zoologist”,” Jim hissed.

“It could just be throwing its howl. Coyotes have been known to do that to fend off other predators.”

“Oh yeah because coyotes are completely safe.”

“They are as long as you don't threaten them.”

“We’re in the middle of the woods! We have guns.”

“A coyote doesn't know what a gun is.”

“No, but they can smell fear.”

“So don't be scared.”

“Oh great,” Jim said, throwing his hands up. “Thank you so hadn't thought of that. You're absolutely right there's nothing to be scared of lost in the middle of the woods with one ensign already missing and a pack of foreign and possibly carnivorous animals on the loose hunting us.” Jim winced at the loudness in his voice. “They probably didn't hear that, right?”

A rustling from the bushes behind you shut you up before you could answer. Jim pushed you in front of him, reaching for his gun. You immediately crouched, opening your arms and extended your hands. “What are you doing?” Jim whispered sharply at you.

“They're less scared if you get on the same level. They won't view you as an alpha so you won't be a threat.”

“No they see you as a tasty snack!”

“That is completely -” Another chorus of howls, closer this time. A rustling in the bushes. A low growl that sent a jolt of ice through your body and stood the hairs on your neck on end. Jim stepped closer to you, whether to comfort you or himself you didn’t know. Probably would never know. Probably would die in the woods on an alien planet slowly eaten by vicious animals and never knowing if Jim was trying to comfort you in his last moments. Never knowing what it would be like to get married and have kids and a dog and that apple pie, picket fence kinda life you’d always dreamed of.

Gradually, the creature emerged. Snout first. Teeth bared. You quickly ran through a list of mammalian physiology. It was clearly canine like, though the fur seemed rigid and you’d never seen an animal with a lavender cut before. As the rest of the creature emerged, only one thought crossed your mind: “Holy shit.”

You immediately dropped to your knees, smile plastered on your face as if your parents had just surprised you with a puppy on Christmas day. “Holy shit, Jim. I think this is a new species of Vulptex. I’ve only read about them in stories, but they were said to have crystalline fur.”

The Vulptex crept forward cautiously. You extended your fingers farther, bowing your head. Jim whispered your name in warning but you ignored him as the creature finally brushed its wet nose against your fingertips. Your fingers ran through its coat, expecting harsh edges. Instead you were greeted by fur softer than you could have imagined. Your fingers slid through it as if it was water. The Vulptex seemed to be enjoying the encounter too, because it leaned into your hand before letting out a sharp bark.

A few other heads emerged from the bushes. Seeing their friend in your arms and unharmed, they quickly ran at you. Their growls changed to excited barks as they licked every patch of skin they could find on you. Surprisingly, their tongues were course, much like a cat’s. Their eyes were an almost hypnotic shade of dark blue, not that you had much time to look into them with the pups jumping into your face. You laughed as one managed to get a tongue inside your nose. Jim laughed with you, finally putting his gun away and letting his guard down.

As soon as he knelt, the Vulptexes were all over him too, sniffing his hair, licking his cheeks, covering his uniform in muddy paw prints. You laughed again. “I finally discover a new species and they’re puppies.” You cupped one of the Vulptex’s faces and blew a raspberry against its nose. The creatures all snapped to attention, looking around bewildered. You laughed again and a few of the more skittish ones ran back into the bushes.

“There you are,” a voice said from the bushes. Several excited barks followed.

“Ensign Ramero,” Jim called. “Is that you?”

The ensign emerged cuddling one of the smallest pups in her arms. “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to abandon the other ensign. I just saw one of these guys tangled in some thorns and I couldn’t leave ‘im there. Vasiliev was scared, sayin’ they were poisonous or some shit, pardon my French, and, well, like I said I couldn’t just leave the lil guy.” Ramero ruffled the fur on the Vulptex’s head and it nuzzled closer to her.

“See,” Jim muttered. “I’m not the only one who thought they were dangerous.”

“Yeah, about as dangerous as a tribble.”

“Tribbles are a banned from transportation on Starfleet vessels because of their danger and you know that.”

“Oh, come on. They’re just like cats, only a little more invasive.”

“A little? Don’t you remember that time you snuck a Tribble that happened to be pregnant on board? Scotty was finding Tribbles in every duct on the Enterprise!”

“That was one time.”

“One time with the Tribbles. Then there was also that Regulan bloodworm-”

“Which proved to have incredible medicinal use.”

“Oh yeah and the Ceti eel that almost ate Chekov’s brain? Did that have medicinal use too?”

“No,” you sighed. “But it was super cool. And these are just like dogs! I could probably train one to fetch you your slippers or your PADD. Except it’d probably miss it’s pack. Unless we can bring them all.”

“No.” Jim said without hesitation. You pouted, but only for a few seconds before a Vulptex jumped into your face again to lick you. You smiled and rubbed behind its ears, making it wiggle its back leg.

“But they’re so cute,” you whined.

Jim hunkered down, lying back against the forest floor. The Vulptexes took their chance and swarmed him, jumping and sniffing and licking all over him. One of the pups had curled up between the two of you and was already dozing off. Jim sighed deeply. “Yeah, they are.”

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The Long Kiss Goodbye

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader. Prompt: Soulmate AU where a person’s scars disappear when their soulmate kisses them away. Word Count: 2872. Warnings: injury, bleeding. Rating: Teen+. Genre: fluff. Summary: When Leonard McCoy had kissed you goodnight, you’d never in your wildest dreams imagined that you’d found your soulmate. Author’s Note: Oh look, I wrote more fluff. It’s almost like I’ve pigeonholed myself as a fluff writer…

You’re bursting with joy on the inside, and it’s reflected by a radiant smile on the outside as you sweep across the dance floor in the arms of the Enterprise’s chief medical officer.

Before tonight’s festivities you would never have guessed that Leonard was a dancer. In fact, you’d been flat-out shocked when he’d approached you where you were standing with a few other crew members on the outskirts of the dance floor at Starfleet’s annual Founders’ Gala. Until he’d spoken to you, you’d had no idea he was even aware of your existence, let alone that he knew your name. You’d happily accepted the dance, though, and several had come between that first one and the current one.

Now, over an hour later, your feet are sore and you feel like your heart is going to splinter apart at the seams from the thrill of spending a rather intimate evening with the handsome doctor, but you dare not complain. You simply let yourself be guided around the room and shown a great time.

The night winds down after a while, and when the two of you finally stop dancing, you notice Dr. McCoy’s hands lingering at your waist and palm. The heat of his touch radiates through the layers of your dress uniform and you feel it spreading through your body as he stays close in the wake of the music.

“Looks like the party’s dying down,” he says softly. “Would you like another dance, or are you going to call it quits?”

You nod in response, reluctantly slipping your one hand from his to step back a little.

“I should get going,” you reply. “I’m due back on the Enterprise first thing tomorrow.”

Leonard smiles and nods, letting go of you at last but holding a hand out.

“Would you like an escort up to your quarters?” He asks. “You never know what’s lurking in the dark out there.”

You laugh and agree with another nod, taking his proffered hand and giving it a grateful squeeze.

“I would love that,” you say brightly.

He gestures toward the double doors at the back of the hall.

“Lead the way, Lieutenant Y/L/N,” he says politely.

You glance over at him as the two of you stride off toward the doors at a leisurely pace.

“Please, call me Y/N,” you insist.

“Y/N it is,” he agrees. “Then you can call me Leonard.”

The two of you leave the hall hand in hand and you take a slow, deep breath of cool evening air as it wraps around you. Your uniform jacket wards off the chill but you lean into Leonard’s warmth regardless, glad for the excuse for the proximity. The walk to your temporary quarters isn’t a long one, and so you drink in as much of him as you can for as long as you’re able.

A few minutes later, the two of you stop in front of your door and you smile softly.

“Well, this is me,” you say. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Leonard.”

The name is still foreign on your tongue, but the smile it draws from him is heartwarming and beautiful.

“It was my pleasure, sugar,” he insists.

You watch as he dips his head as he brings your hand up to his mouth, brushing a gentle kiss over your knuckles. It’s barely a brush of his lips, but it’s enough to make your heart go wild in your chest. You feel your cheeks heat at his attentions and you wave in what you hope isn’t too awkward a way as he lets go of your hand.

“Goodnight,” you say brightly as you swipe your ID card against the keypad beside your door and slide it open.

“Goodnight,” Leonard echoes with a wink before turning and making his way to his own quarters.

You watch him go until he rounds a corner at the end of the hall and then promptly lock yourself in your quarters, squealing in delight. You’re still riding the high as you strip out of your dress uniform and get ready for bed. You know that once you’re back on the ship things will undoubtedly go back to being business as usual for you, but in the meantime you plan on capitalizing on every second of wakefulness and spend that time burning the evening’s events into your memory.

The next morning you find yourself still smiling softly as you board the shuttle that will take you back to the Enterprise. You fulfill your duties on board with a renewed zest for life and even your fellow crew members notice the change in your disposition.

“You look like the cat that caught the canary,” Scotty says pointedly as he stands over you while you work on some circuitry under a console.

“Can’t a person ever just have a good day?” You ask with feigned reproach.

“Och, alright,” Scotty gives in. “I’ll leave you be, then.”

You laugh as he stalks away to get back to his own duties, redoubling your efforts so that you can finish up sooner.

The rest of the day passes by without incident and so does the next, and the one after that. It’s on the day that the Enterprise finally launches back off on another mission that you break your happy-go-lucky streak.

As you’re working on a plasma conduit in one of the ship’s many Jefferies tubes, your wrench slips and you catch your hand on an exposed piece of metal. It’s lethally sharp and you can feel the blood dripping down your fingers as you grasp at thin air, your wrench already having fallen too far.

Bringing your hand up, you wrap a spare rag from your tool kit around it with a hiss, pointing your head lamp down so you can get a better look at the wound. You carefully peel the cloth away with a wince, thanking the stars that at least the scar the injury will leave behind will fit in with all of the others on your knuckles from years in engineering. As you flash your light on your knuckles, however, you’re confused by the sudden and conspicuous complete lack of the scars that have been there for most of your adult life.

“What the hell?” You breathe.

You wrack your brain for possible explanations and you gasp as you realize what’s happened.

“No way,” you whisper.

You think back to the night of the gala, to the sweet farewell Leonard had given you as he’d dropped you off at your temporary quarters. He’d kissed your hand in the same spot all of your old scars had disappeared from.

Frantically wrapping your bleeding fingers back up, you glance at your other hand instead, finding all of your usual scars there still present and accounted for. Panicking a little, you don’t even realize you’ve made a noise of distress until you hear an echoing call from elsewhere in the same Jefferies tube.

“Are you alright?” Scotty’s voice booms around you.

“Yeah,” you call back shakily. “I think I should get down to sick bay, though…”

You hear scrabbling and scraping and moments later, Scotty’s head is sticking out from the horizontal tube running perpendicular to yours. He spies the bloodied rag wrapped around your injured hand and nods.

“Can you make it on your own?” He asks.

You nod uneasily and take a deep breath to steel yourself for the journey.

“Take it easy,” Scotty tells you softly. “And take as long as you need.”

You smile at him weakly and pack up your tool kit as he disappears back into the tube to continue his own work. Climbing down the ladder carefully, you find an exit and step out conveniently close to the med bay. You make the short trip down the rest of the hall and walk into the medical wing, glancing at the nurse behind the desk and holding up your wrapped hand.

“Have a seat right over there,” she says, gesturing to an empty bio bed a short hop away. “Dr. McCoy will be right with you.”

Your anxiety crescendos at the sound of his name and you numbly do as you’re told. Climbing onto the bio bed, you hang your head and stare unseeingly at the slowly reddening towel around your hand, wondering just how in the world you’re going to break the news to the doctor. You’ve always dreamed of meeting your soulmate, but for some reason you’d always envisioned the realization being a mutual one. You’d never once considered that the task of opening the dialogue might fall to you.

“Y/N!” Dr. McCoy’s voice penetrates your thoughts, bringing your head snapping up. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You lift up your bloodied arm, smiling wryly up at him, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you from the combined blood loss and anxiety.

“Oh, you know, I just missed you is all,” you joke weakly. “Thought I’d come by and say hi.”

You can tell that Leonard knows something is off by the way his expression turns serious as he studies you. He reaches out and gently puts a hand on your shoulder, applying a bit of pressure to encourage you to lie down. You do as you’re directed and stare up at the bolts in the ceiling while the doctor goes to get a start on your assessment.

“I’m going to give you something for the pain,” Dr. McCoy informs you. “If you’re anxious, I can give you a little something to help with that, too.”

You almost say yes, but hesitate at the last moment.

“No, thank you,” you grind out. “I’m okay.”

He nods as he preps the analgesic hypo.

“If at any time that changes, you let me know,” he instructs you. “Little pinch here.”

You barely even feel the bite of the hypospray but you feel its effects very quickly. The pain in your hand dulls to a throb and then recedes entirely as the medication makes its way through your system, and by the time Leonard unwraps the rag from around your hand, you can’t feel a thing.

“You really did a number on yourself here,” he says from his spot at your side, glancing up at you briefly. “This is going to need a deep closure before I run the dermal regenerator over it. You’re going to be here for a little while.”

“Not a problem,” you say with a sigh. “Scotty’s got me covered.”

Leonard nods and flags down one of his nurses to assist in the procedure. They work together seamlessly to set up their equipment and put a layer of stitches in at the very base of the wound over where you’d cut into muscle. All the while, you’re preoccupied with thoughts of the conversation you know you’re going to have to have some time very soon.

“How’re you doing up there?” Dr. McCoy asks as he puts the finishing touches on the stitches. “Still with us?”

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“Well, we’ll be done here in just a second and then we’ll get your hand in the regenerator,” he explains. “You’ll be good to go in another half hour or so.”

You make a non-committal noise of acknowledgment and get back to your fretting as he and the nurse finish up working on your wound. Minutes later, your hand is resting at your side as the doctor carefully runs the dermal regenerator over it in precise, controlled sweeps. The warmth and tingling the instrument causes as it works offer a welcome distraction from your thoughts and you focus on the sensations as time ticks by.

The treatment is over all too soon and you’re chewing the inside of your lip as Dr. McCoy offers you a hand up. The world spins a little as you sit upright and you sag forward. Leonard catches you with a hand on either of your shoulders and leans in closer to meet your unfocused gaze.

“Alright, sugar?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell. I’m okay.”

He looks unconvinced but he lets go of you anyway, moving to grab the dressing supplies as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The wound is well healed after the dermal regeneration, but it’s still somewhat raw and so you let him get a start on covering it up for the remainder of the healing period.

“You know, you’re not like the other engineers,” he comments as he carefully wraps a length of gauze around your hand to hold the dressing in place. “You’ve got a lot fewer scars on your hands than I’m used to seeing on people in your line of work.”

Your heart thumps uncomfortably in your chest and it doesn’t escape Leonard’s notice as the bio bed sounds a couple of chirps in response to your fluctuating vital signs.

“That’s not entirely accurate,” you say lightly, your mouth suddenly dry.

The doctor glances up at you, his eyes scanning your expression.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

You sigh shakily and hold up your uninjured hand with its latticework of small scars all over your knuckles. He examines it closely, reaching up as he finishes your dressing to gently run his fingertips over the marks, undoubtedly comparing the skin there to the skin on your other hand.

“Does one hand have all the bad luck?” He jokes.

You shake your head.

“The other one looked like this, too,” you explain slowly. “All until a few days ago…”

Leonard considers you with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You’ve met your soulmate?” He asks with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It appears so,” you reply, hoping he’ll figure it out on his own.

“Congratulations,” he says softly. “I’m sure you two are perfect for each other.”

“I hope so,” you continue. “I haven’t gotten to spend more than a couple of hours with him so far, but I have high hopes. Our first date of sorts was pretty romantic.”

You can practically see the wheels in his head turning as he puts all of the pieces together. When his eyes widen a fraction, you know he’s met with the possibility that he’s your soulmate and when he clearly starts to flounder in wondering whether he should ask, you decide to save him the trouble.

“It was you,” you say, suddenly shy. “When you kissed me goodnight. You made those scars disappear.”

Leonard is quiet for a long moment.

“When did you figure it out?” He asks.

“Right after I cut myself,” you reply. “I’m so used to having scars all down my knuckles that I noticed the second I stopped to look at them.”

Leonard nods and smiles kindly, reaching out to take both of your hands in his. You curl your fingers around his and watch him as he inspects the knuckles on both hands again before looking up at you.

“Scarred or not, I think your hands are beautiful,” Leonard says softly. “Just like the rest of you. You looked like an angel in the ballroom that night, and I couldn’t believe the good fortune I had when you said yes to a dance.”

You feel your face heat and you avert your gaze for a few moments to collect your thoughts.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about those dances,” you admit.

“I hope you weren’t so lost in thought that you injured yourself today,” Leonard says in concern.

You laugh at his worry and shake your head, squeezing his hands.

“Not at all,” you say emphatically. “That was because I’m clumsy as hell. That’s really how I’ve amassed so many scars over the years. Occupational hazards are one thing, but I’ve been collecting these marks my whole life, and my hands aren’t the only things that have suffered.”

“Well, I’d like to go through and catalogue every one of your scars some day,” Leonard says softly, letting go of one of your hands so he can nudge your chin up to get you to look at him again. “Just so I can have an itemized list for if you ever want me to kiss any more of them away.”

You feel almost dizzy with giddiness at his words and you nod in agreement as you shift around to slip off of the bio bed.

“How about we start slow?” You suggest. “Dinner in my quarters after Alpha?”

He steps aside to let you pass as you move to leave med bay and you glance over your shoulder as you wait for a response.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says warmly.

You grin in acknowledgement and wave over your shoulder as you make your way back to engineering. The grin that won’t leave your lips draws a few curious glances as you get back to your duties but thankfully no one asks what’s got you looking like you’re won the lottery.

The rest of the day goes by in a flash and you walk with a spring in your step as you make your way to your quarters, excited to start the next chapter of your life with your soulmate by your side at last.

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