#so Scotty doesn’t know if anything is left from his home because you guys are two days away’

[erlandious]

My favorite pastime? Saying “You know what would be so funny” and then proceeding to describe the most heart-wrenching, gut-curling hypothetical

[bitchinbarzal]

Safe | Scott Miller

summary: he just wanted to keep you safe

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“He doesn’t talk much, or smile… huh?”

Kate looked over at Tyler, following his sight to Scott who was sat on the truck bed with his laptop, having forgone dinner with everyone else.

She gave a soft smile “He’s not a bad guy, whatever his face may say”

The few people within earshot chuckled

“What’s his story?”

Javi and Kate made brief eye contact before Javi replied

“He had a wife, he wasn’t always this angry. He lost her to a chase and he really hadn’t been the same since. He wants to help people really, that’s why he’s doing this. He wants the data to help make them less detrimental”

A lot of eyebrows raised around the table “I find that hard to believe, this guy doesn’t care about anyone but himself - he doesn’t care about the people”

Scott cleared his throat from the back of the truck, gaining everyone’s attention “Lose the person worth living for and you’ll stop caring too”

Tyler couldn’t say anything before Scott walked off, not before mumbling “We leave at four, don’t be late”

The group looked between one another, Kate slowly regretting her suggestion for everyone to eat together.

“I didn’t mean-“

“He’s just upset man, don’t worry about it too much”

Back in his room, Scott sat on the edge of the bed looking at his laptop, your smile looking back at him from the desktop picture “God… if you’d just stayed away”

“You don’t smile much huh?”

Scott looked up from his clipboard at you “What?”

“Smile” you mumbled, putting your thumbs on the corners of his mouth and pulling them up to create a smile “You look prettier when you smile”

Scott wasn’t amused, pulling your hand away from his face “I don’t smile, we’re working”

“You’re a ray of sunshine, miller”

Before he could snap back someone called out across the lab “Walk away Y/N, Scott here is bad news”

He watched, expecting you to turn away. You didn’t, instead you leaned across the desk “What’re we working on?”

“Walk away Y/N… you heard them”

You turned your head towards him, a soft smile on your lips “I don’t think so… I’m gonna stay right here, Scotty boy”

Scott was quiet in the morning, sitting beside Javi in the car as they drove out east.

“Listen man, nobody meant anything last night-“

“It’s fine” Scott snapped, still looking at his laptop.

Javi sighed “It’s not fine and you know it, why won’t you talk about her? Why won’t you let us in? We don’t feel safe riding with you when you won’t say anything Scott!”

His words spilled out, immediately regretting it when he saw Scott’s jaw clenched

“She was my wife” he snapped, gripping the laptop so hard his knuckles turned white “she was my girl to talk about, not yours, not anyone else’s. She was mine and just because you guys replaced her with Kate-“

“We didn’t replace her, Scott she’s gone!”

“I know that!”

You thought Scott would never want to marry you, being the lonely type he was, you didn’t expect him to.

You were content being his girl.

He loved you, in his own way and you were happy.

It happened one night at a truck stop, both laying out in the bed of the truck having pulled over to get some sleep before a big storm the following day.

Your life wasn’t luxurious or fancy, but you had him.

You lay in his arms, fingernail trailing up and down his arm draped across your chest.

“I love you” he mumbles against the back of your head, you smile softly “I love you too, baby”

There’s a pause and you know he wants to say something so you don’t speak.

“I want to marry you”

Your mouth dropped open, shock painted your features. The silence from you had Scott panicking

“God did I fuck this up? I shouldn’t-“

Before he could move away from you, in his own head you turned to him with the widest smile “I wanna marry you too, idiot! Oh my god, Scotty I love you”

The smile never left his face that whole night and only did disappear when someone else found you both to continue the journey.

When you arrived home, he had you in the courthouse two days later to officially make you his wife.

“Why the rush?”

“Why wouldn’t I wanna rush to make you mine?”

Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

They stopped for gas in a town they frequented often, always stopping at the same place to eat and get gas.

When Scott and Javi ventured into the diner for lunch the waitress, Liza recognised them immediately, ushering them to their booth and grabbing their menus.

Javi noticed how she placed a third menu next to Scott almost out of habit before realising and picking it back up.

The boys ordered what they always did, with polite thanks to their waitress the rest of the evening was silent.

With their meals in her hands, Liza dropped their food in front of them “there you are boys, and Scott-“

He looked at her, eyebrows raised “Hmmh?”

“We’re real sorry for your loss sweetheart, we loved her so much”

Scott’s lips pull into a tight line “Yeah, Liz… me too”

“I wish she’d have been happier when we saw her last”

That innocent comment had Scott’s stomach in knots

You’d been crying walking into the diner that day, having just finished a screaming match with Scott.

The two of you couldn’t see eye to eye on an upcoming storm - Scott saying you needed to head south while you thought west was your best bet.

He’d called you names, and you him. It got ugly really quick.

You’d left the truck to save this going any further, claiming to be hungry and that you just needed some dinner. So Scott sat in the car watching you cry over your pot pie, his heart broken to know he caused this.

When you got back into the truck you mumbled “Head south, whatever it was you wanted” and he smiled triumphantly. Looks like he’d won this fight.

He didn’t win, at all.

The storm in the south was miscalculated. It was not a small storm to leave a few houses wrecked. It was an all encompassing storm, headed straight for you.

When you saw it, it was too late.

The car was abandoned, both of you running to find somewhere safe to hide. Scott was behind you, holding your hip as a way of knowing where you were as his eyes were assaulted by the wind and debris. 

You found a cafe, the first thing you saw “They’ll have stuff in the kitchen, to hold - c’mon!” It wasn’t the number one choice but you weren’t exactly flush for options.

Crouched in the corner of a kitchen, hanging on for dear life to the water mains pole, you faced one another with fear all over your face.

Scott felt horrible, having been the only reason you’d headed south, now he’d put you in this position. He watched you tremble on the opposite side of the kitchen, tears flowing down your face.

“Scotty, I don’t wanna die” he could hear the fear in your voice, usually so calm and collected.

“You’re not, I won’t let anything happen to you!” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, not you.

The stray items around the kitchen flew around the room, he could hear your whimpers as you held on for dear life.

He listened with a clenched chest to your whimpers, screams and cries. He prayed for this to be over - for it to stop so he could just hold you.

When it finally did subside, the air not to loud in his ears and the contents of the building now firmly on the floor once again, he looked at you still crouched down.

“Hey, Hey baby it’s fine. You’re ok - you’re safe, I gotchu” you looked up, his hand outstretched for you to take. 

Scott saw your hand reach for his, so close before he watched the roof fall in, landing in a pile infront of him - where you stood. They found Scott sitting there hours later, desperately shredding his hands apart as he raked through the rubble.

That’s the thing about feeling safe, never trust it. Danger is around every corner. 

In the car with Javi on route into El Reno Scott couldn’t help the emotions that overcame him.

His head knew Javi was right, the people needed help but his heart told him he needed the data, he needed this to help find out what happened that day, why he lost you.

When Javi finally let him out the car, he tried to grab the gear but instead was left alone with nothing.

There was no use trying to run, the tornado was right behind him. Instinctively he dove for cover in a ditch by the road, hands covering his head while he mumbled to himself “I’m coming baby, I’m coming for you”

[slafkovskys]

Does Scottie sneak into the boys hotel room tonight?

she had been so proud of herself for denying the boys entry the night before even though they had been begging over their facetime call. she could feel herself slipping and that’s when she hung up, swearing she could hear their frustrated groans from five floors above. even this morning at breakfast they wore pouts, but she was still steadfast that visiting hours were closed.

until they get back from team dinner (she barely escaped ryan’s grabby hands on the bus and jimmy’s pouty lips) and she realizes that the cramps she had been having and the pounding headache weren’t just nerves, no, her body had decided to switch up on her and come a week earlier than normal. her relief was short lived when she realized her emergency kit she usually packed for this situation was missing from her suitcase and she’s texting their groupchat sos

not a moment later does her phone light up with a call from jimmy and both of her boys concerned faces fill her screen, “what happened?”

“i got my period,” she frowns

she doesn’t miss ryan’s mumbled, “oh thank god,” because they were all a little worried they may have fucked up, but jimmy’s the one who brings the focus back, “why sos?”

“i don’t have anything. i need to go to cvs or walgreens, but im scared to go alone,” she admits.

“give us a sec.”

“we’re coming, baby.”

she’s practically sprinting to the door when a familiar, coded knock sounds and her shoulders slump at the sight of the orange bag cradled in ryan’s arms, “how did you-”

“saw you left it on the bathroom counter.”

“i saw,” jimmy glares at his teammate before pushing him aside so he can have a chance at their girl first, “i put it in my bag just in case.”

“oh, you’re the best!” she presses a series of kisses to his lips before snatching the bag from ryan and disappearing into the bathroom. “you even refilled my tylenol?”

“that one was me!” ryan chimes as he collapses onto her bed, grabbing the stuffed animal she always traveled with and cuddling it to her chest. when she reappears a few moments later, both boys face softens, “do we need to grab anything?”

“no, i should be okay until morning,” scottie sighs as she climbs over ryan and slots herself between the two boys. she grants ryan the same amount of kisses she had given jimmy before he can argue about it being uneven and uses her finger to trace the boys jaw as jimmy’s big hand slips under her hoodie and presses down on her abdomen, “i don’t like being away from you.”

“how do you think we feel?” jimmy mumbles into her hair, “ryan sucks at cuddling-”

“um, fuck off. i’m an excellent cuddler,” ryan reaches over to shove at jimmy, “babe, rate my cuddling out of ten.”

scottie hums, letting her lips curl into a smirk, “are we talking about when you’re the big spoon or the little spoon?”

she doesn’t know how long she’s cuddled between her two boys, but she knows it was long enough for the tv to pop up with the question ‘are you still watching?’ and that’s when she pouts, turning in jimmy’s arms to face him, “y’all need to go back to your room.”

“but, you don’t feel good,” jimmy argues.

“you’ll get in trouble,” she warns as ryan presses his front to her back, just like he did when they were back home and in their own bed, “guys-”

“scottie,” they say in sync.

and she wouldn’t lie and say that she wanted them to leave. their body heat and the pressure from their alternating hands on her abdomen were a comfort like no other and, well, she knew it wouldn’t take much to convince them to get in that insane bathtub she had somehow gotten upgraded to. she stares at jimmy before turning to ryan, “you have to be gone by morning.”

“yes ma’am.”

[maria021015]

Part 35 of convincing you to read my Stiles x oc fanfic using dialogue from ‘Rising Tides’.

Stiles: Zaida! Where’d you and Scott disappear to last night? I was looking for you guys and neither of you has been answering your phones.

Zaida: (coldly) I have nothing to say to you right now, Stilinski.

Stiles: Wait, what? Are you mad at me? Why are you mad?”

Zaida: Scott walked me back to his house and I stayed there last night because in the short time I was there I got completely drunk.

Stiles: You slept over at Scott’s house?

Zaida: (pointedly) Well, I couldn’t go home to my police deputy brother, and my ride ditched me for some chick he’s screwing.

Stiles: Whoah, wait a minute. Heather isn’t ‘some chick I’m screwing’.

Zaida: Oh, so it’s serious then? If so, I guess congratulations are in order. Would you like me to print you off an award?

Stiles: Okay, I’m gathering that you’re mad that I left you alone to go downstairs with her.

Zaida: (smiling tightly) Mad? What? Pfft, no, I’m not mad. I’m fucking furious.

Stiles: Yeah, okay. I agree, that was pretty shitty of me, but I came straight back to look for you.

Zaida: (scoffing) You mean, you came to find me when you were finished, right?

Scott: *overhears and rushes over to pull her away before she can say anything else* Zaida! There you are, I've been looking for you.

Scott: You okay?

Zaida: No. I want to rip his stupidly cute head off his stupidly cute shoulders and drop-kick it to the moon.

Scott: Is the moon stupidly cute too?

Zaida: Why would the moon be stupidly cute? Whatever, my point is, I want to kill him.

Scott: You know for a small container you hold a lot of rage.

Zaida: You calling me short doesn’t exactly soothe my temper, Scotty boy.

BONUS

Stiles: What is wrong with her today?

Scott: Pretty sure she’s mad at you.

Stiles: (sarcastically) Yeah, like that wasn’t obvious.

EXTRA BONUS

Stiles: Zaida! It wasn’t what you think.

Zaida: Really? Because I think you dragged me along to a party and promised to stay with me when really you were intending on sneaking away with the birthday girl to give her your ‘wrapped present’.

Stiles: That’s not what happened at all. My dad gave me condoms before the party - after a really awkward talk that I’d like to never relive. Yes, I put one in my pocket just in case, but I had no intention to ditch you. I shouldn’t have gone to the cellar with her, and I’m sorry. But nothing happened while we were down there. She asked me to, but I said no and came right back upstairs to find you, but you were gone.

Zaida: *blinks* You… really?

Stiles: Yes, really. Why do you care if something happened anyway?

Zaida: I- I don’t care.

[floralcyanide]

The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Thirteen (nsfw)

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: smut (minors dni please!), choking, unprotected sex, that's it really.

Word Count:��1508

>> ahhhhh it's been like 3 weeks since the last update. I've had most of this chapter written but then I added the last bit this morning because I know I need to update. I've been busy with kinktober and have lowkey neglected this story lol but only two more chapters and then the epilogue left! please let me know if you all enjoy this chapter. I know it's short but a lot is going to happen in the last chapters.

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Looking back, there were instances when I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I never thought acting would bring me so much joy. I thought being an extra was good enough for me and that it made me happy. But I have never known happiness like getting to become someone else and portray someone’s story, whether they’re real or not. Becoming Priscilla Presley has been an honor and a privilege I never thought I’d ever experience. And getting to know Austin on a deeper level because of our roles has changed everything. Simply being in the movie itself has changed everything because now I have a possible career in acting, and I’ve reconnected with the love of my life. I realized that being an extra has caused issues, but it has also caused opportunities I could’ve never dreamed of. 

Austin and I are closer than ever now that we work and live together more constantly. It can be challenging to do so- and it very much is- but I wouldn’t change a thing. Even if we get frustrated with each other or sometimes go home and go straight to bed without a word. However, after filming a particularly vigorous performance or an emotionally charged scene, uneventful nights are made up for. We’ve almost gotten caught a few times in one of our dressing rooms and even the unassuming janitor’s closet, but it was worth it every time. Austin is worth anything and everything to me.

The awkwardness with Luke has subsided, thankfully, and I can now look him in the eye when we speak to each other. We’re still the good friends we were before he addressed that he liked me. Dacre and I are still close, and we crack jokes and pull the occasional harmless pranks on our co-stars when possible. Tom and I speak to each other daily at the coffee stand and often complain about how stale the coffee is, but we drink it anyway. Olivia visits the set when she can and gives me pointers on how to position myself in a specific scene. Sometimes she reminds me to relax my shoulders. I’ve even warmed up to Xavier Samuel, who plays Scotty, one of Elvis’ band members from The Blue Moon Boys. He’s a chill guy and reminds me to smile every once in a while. At first, I was a little weirded out by that, but now I know that’s just how he is. He brings a lively vibe to the set and ensures everyone is in a good mood. If you aren’t, Xavier will go out of his way to ensure you are.

I’m so grateful to have met everyone I’ve worked with, from fellow extras like Tyler all the way to legendary Tom Hanks. All the people in Elvis are talented, and I couldn’t have asked for better people to be surrounded by. The scenes I’ve filmed so far have gone very well, and I managed to remember my lines when I needed to. I’m excited to see how everything turns out when the movie finishes. On another note, Austin has been doing better emotionally. I think he spoke with Baz about how he felt about the method acting, and they resolved it. He no longer comes home with puffy eyes and doesn’t ignore me after tough days of filming.

There have been so many times throughout filming where I had realizations. The moment I realized that acting is what I want to do permanently, if possible, was when I was filming the scene where Elvis and Priscilla were in Elvis’ bedroom overseas. The way the lines felt so carefree and easy to articulate and how simple it was to be Priscilla made me come to the conclusion. Even though Baz thought our kiss wasn’t passionate enough every few takes, every time I kissed Austin, I became more and more relaxed in my role. The final take was flawless, and I was so proud of how it came out.

We’re currently filming the last moments of the first Vegas performance and are about to begin another take of the whole sequence. Jerry accidentally misstepped and nearly tripped in the shot, so we had to go again. But if I’m honest, I don’t think this scene will need any retakes, not right now, at least. Austin has been putting every bit of energy he has into this performance, and with it being so high-octane, we can only film it a handful of times today. For the second time, Baz calls for action. I watch in awe as Austin sings I Can’t Help Falling in Love, thrusting out his arms toward the crowd of extras along to the beat of the orchestra. The amount of love and pride I have for him is untouchable. He has peaked in his life and career, and I couldn’t be happier for him. We have so much history, chemistry, and love between us, and I hope that after filming ends, those things don’t end either. Austin tells the audience goodbye and is crouched on the floor of the stage, panting and sweating profusely as he drops the curtain. I wait for him to take a few scripted moments before he walks over to me. I feel I’m almost breaking character when complimenting and expressing how amazing he was. Because in real life, the take we just did was phenomenal. I’ve never seen Austin work so passionately and so hard before. When he grabs my chin and looks me in the eyes lovingly, I realize I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Not because he is incredibly hot while sweaty and high on adrenaline, but because he puts his all into everything he does. Including our relationship, even if it jump started again in a rocky fashion. 

At the beginning of filming Elvis, if you had told me I’d be dating my ex again and were going to become a main character instead of an extra, I would’ve laughed in your face. A good, wholehearted, genuine laugh. I was always an extra, nothing more, nothing less. I would never give Austin another chance. But I’ve grown so much since then. I no longer naively believe I don’t need to advance in my career, and I’m no longer lying about my feelings for Austin, both negative and positive. Not only is Austin at the peak of his life, but I’m at the peak of mine. I hope we can share that glowing high together. 

And we do, but the high is off the success of the Vegas scene. We share it in a way that we probably shouldn’t while on set, but all caution is thrown to the wind right now as Austin, carefully and as quickly as possible, removes my dress. I silently thank my stylist for being so good at gluing wigs down because this is going to be quick and rough. We’re in Austin’s dressing room, and I’m shoved onto the vanity in nothing but my underwear. Austin manages to peel off his jumpsuit from the shoulders to the waist, allowing him to spring free. He doesn’t give it a second thought before he pulls off my underwear and plunges into me, his fingers pressing into the underside of my thighs for leverage. My arms wrap around Austin’s neck, pulling him as close to me as possible. We don’t tear our eyes away from each other as he thrusts into me quickly. I have to bite my lip to keep quiet so no one outside the room can hear us.

Austin wraps a hand around my throat, and I grip his wrist, trying not to cum just yet. His hips pound into my thighs, and his hand sneaks between us to circle my clit. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the feeling, the dizzying effect of the choking mixing with it. Austin swivels his hips in a particular direction, causing him to hit deeper inside me. I feel him twitch, and he quickens his pace on my clit. Austin finally cums with a low grunt, and the warmth of him spilling into me sends me into overdrive. I take him for all he has as I come down from my high, his hand releasing my throat.

“That was so good,” I breathed out with a laugh, running a hand over my wig to ensure it was still in place.

“You’re so good, babe,” Austin teases with a smile, and I shake my head as I hop off the vanity.

I retrieve my clothing and put it back on as Austin pulls his jumpsuit back onto his body. There’s a knock on the door, and a producer yells to Austin that he’s needed back on set. We share a look before giggling at each other.

“I guess that’s our cue,” Austin says, smoothing out his outfit and ensuring his hairpiece is also in place.

It’s days on set like this that I’m going to miss.

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[gumnut-logic]

Census

After my little hissy fit last night about not being able to write, I spent all day today doing exactly that. 5000 words later and we have this rambling fic. I had to fill in our Census today, so I figured the Tracys could too. It went places I did not expect.

There are a couple of anachronisms in this fic. It is based in 2060 for census reasons, but I mention at least two characters interacting with the Tracys from later seasons. Please ignore and enjoy anyway :D

There are also a couple of vague references to ship, but no real ship, I promise.

Thank you in particular to @katblu42​ and @willow-salix​  and the other members of Thunderfam who kindly checked on on me last night while I was bemoaning my inability to write. Sorry if I was exasperating. I have a degree in that. If it helps, no one gets more annoyed with me than I do ::hugs you lots::

Rambly, mostly brotherly conversations and doesn’t really go anywhere, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-o-o-o-

How Gordon got there first was no mystery. Virgil was just too damned tired after three rescues in a row and Scott had been tied up with Tracy Industries for most of the day. Grandma could possibly have been on it if she hadn’t been filling in for John who had broken out his exo-suit to yank a couple of free floaters out of the sky.

He was still muttering about idiots and safety. His mood was not improved by the fact Grandma insisted he come down for the night so he could be counted.

Consequently, his muttering also included cursing bureaucracy even though Virgil knew census night was a favourite of the astronaut.

Perhaps Gordon got to the form first because he knew everyone else was tired and grumpy and needed a kick in the pants. Virgil had to admit with a fond thought that his little brother was prone to throwing joke bombs amongst them when the mood was through the floor.

Virgil had no issues wondering why Alan wasn’t the one poking at the form. Their resident teenager wasn’t interested at all.

“Okay, guys. What is our address? What did we put last time?”

Alan didn’t even look up from his game. “Tracy Island.”

Gordon, who was sitting at Dad’s desk, staring at the holographic form, hesitated. “Did Dad register that with the powers that be?”

“What?” Alan really wasn’t paying any attention at all.

Virgil sighed. He was sitting on the couch with one of his uniform boots on his lap attempting to pick out several penetrating objects out of the sole. His last rescue had been a collapsed factory and he was still trying to work out what exactly it was that they made that could penetrate his specialist footwear.

Fortunately, despite multiple incursions, he only had a scratch on his left foot, more an annoyance than anything, but these objects were frustrating and suspicious.

“Dad did all the right things. Tracy Island is the official name now.” The pliers weren’t quite gripping the piece of metal properly. The grip slipped and Virgil swore.

“Now? What was it called before?”

“Deserter’s Rock.” Scott strode in from the kitchen, a coffee in hand, and grimace on his face. His usually perfect hair was scruffy, as if he had been running his hands through it.

Virgil frowned up at him. “You okay?”

His brother took the steps down into the lounge and sighed. “Nothing a holiday won’t fix.” It was Scott’s turn to frown. “What’s with the boot?”

“Deserter’s Rock? Really?”

It was John who answered, very much like Alan, staring into his tablet and barely paying attention. “Really. Three sailors were stuck here for months. Only one survived. That’s why there is a cairn on Tracy Peak.”

“I thought that was a pile of rocks put there by Dad.” Gordon seemed genuinely surprised. “You mean there are two dead guys on the Island?”

“Along with their ghosts, yeah.” John still didn’t look up.

“Ghosts?” Alan did look up at that, eyes wide. “What ghosts?”

“The one’s who keep stealing my Bailey’s ice cream.”

“Oh.” Alan went back to playing his game, his eyes definitely not darting between John and Gordon at all.

“Okay, moving on…so where do I put ‘Tracy Island’ in this thing? It’s not a suburb, state or territory…do we have a postcode?”

“It’s a locality. Shove it in there.” Virgil grit his teeth and yanked hard at the piece of metal embedded in his boot. A grunt and a flex of heavy lifting muscles and…it didn’t move at all. What the hell?

“Okay, whatever.” Gordon half sung ‘Tracy Island, Kermadec Ridge, South Pacific Ocean’ to himself as he entered it into the form. At least he was being specific. Virgil glared at his boot.

“Next. Who gets to be head of household? Oh, the Householder?” A pause in which Virgil poked at his boot, Scott sipped his coffee with closed eyes, Alan killed three zombies with a grin and John sat motionless still staring at his tablet.

“Okay, then. It’s me.” Gordon grinned to himself.

Nobody looked up, but all four other brothers said simultaneously and in chorus. “It’s Grandma.”

Virgil flexed his hand and picked up his pliers again. Peripherally, he watched Gordon’s shoulders drop. Even the Fish couldn’t argue with that.

“Fine. It’s Grandma.” He reached up and touched the box to open that section of the form. “Where is she anyway?”

Virgil tried to get a better grip on another chunk of metal in his boot. “Yoga. Don’t disturb her.” Yoga was Grandma’s mindfulness time and after today, it was well overdue. “Leave her be.”

“I wasn’t going to. Sheesh. So, name. Sally Tracy.” He typed in her name. “Person two?”

“Scott Tracy.” Okay, so Virgil had a bit of a thing about this. His brother deserved acknowledgement for everything he had done.

Gordon glared at him. “And so I guess the rest of us are in age order?”

Virgil flipped his boot over. “Whatever floats your boat, fishboy.” A glance in Scott’s direction and he had to wonder if his brother had fallen asleep, he was that still. The coffee mug in his hand was the only proof of consciousness.

Virgil fought the urge to save it. “Scott, you wanna go to bed?”

“Wha-?” His brother sat up. “I’m fine.” Fortunately, he put the coffee mug down. The chances of Virgil having to treat burns tonight dropped significantly.

“How do you spell ‘Hackenbacker’?”

Virgil did not grace that with an answer as it was obviously a stupid question.

John was apparently on auto as he spouted off the required letters anyway while still staring at his tablet.

Gordon poked at the form in silence for a little while and Virgil wondered what on Earth he was entering. He trusted his brother. This was an official document, after all, but he was still Gordon.

“Okay, guys, I need your information.”

Beside Virgil, Scott ‘woke up’. “What, no questions about Grandma?”

Gordon frowned at his eldest brother. “I’ll have you know that I know our grandmother very well. We have a special kind of relationship.”

Alan snorted.

“What? You got something to say, sprout?” The fish glared at Alan enough to torch him on the spot.

“I’m just saying that after that time with Grandma’s diver’s license, you should know Grandma’s details very well. Her birthdate, her ancestry, her suit measurements…”

A starfish plushie suddenly had a very short career as a ninja star and bounced off Alan’s head. “Shut up, Alan.”

Their little brother only giggled more.

John, still staring at his tablet, raised an eyebrow. “Allie, Grandma baked some cookies yesterday. I think there are still some in the cupboard. Would you like some?”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Alan threw the plushie at his fish brother, missing completely, and went back to playing his game. There was muttering about Gordon making jokes but Alan not being allowed to.

Virgil sighed to himself.

“Scotty, what’s your age? It’s 2060 for reference. Oh, and your gender.”

All signs of sleep fell away and Scott sat up. “Gordon…” It was all warning.

“Hey, I’m just giving you the opportunity to offer an alternative. After all, tonight you look at least fifty-six.”

“I’m thirty-one and you know it.”

Gordon poked at the form. “Thirty-one years young. Got it.”

Scott grunted at him.

“Virg, are we telling the truth this time?”

“Depends on whether you want me to leave you in the ocean next time.” Why the hell couldn’t he get this out of his boot?

“To threat level already, you are grumpy tonight.”

“Gordon…” Virgil echoed Scott from earlier to the note.

“Johnny?”

“No one named ‘Johnny’ lives here.”

Gordon signed. “John Glenn Tracy, how would you like me to record your age?”

“Accurately.”

“Fine.”

“If I say I’m thirty-two, do I get to go higher up on the form?” Alan looked hopeful.

“If you like.” Gordon moved things around on the display.

Virgil gave up. The locality of Tracy Island was destined to be a statistical anomaly anyway. At least it would be an interesting one.

Besides, John would probably hack it later and fix it. The fact he had hardly protested so far was eminent proof of that security factor.

“Scotty, are you the husband or wife of Grandma?”

Scott rubbed his face and didn’t bother to answer, picking up his coffee again and burying his face in it.

Virgil just wished he would go to bed. The man was a zombie.

Gordon took the hint and was quiet for a little while. Virgil went back to tugging on his boot. Maybe he should take this down to his workshop.

The thought of actually working more had his shoulders slumping enough to alert Scott. The concerned and questioning look shot in his direction had Virgil sitting up a little straighter to fend it off.

“John, where should we put your usual place of residence?”

“Here.”

“But you live in space.”

“So do you.”

“Pedantic much?”

“As necessary. Tracy Island is home. Thunderbird Five is merely in our astronomical backyard, not to mention secret.”

Virgil looked up at that. It was a simple statement, but it was good to hear that John still considered Tracy Island home despite his multiple protests over the years.

“Fine. Secret space station wasn’t an option anyway. I could flub it and use Global One but then that would spark all those rumours about you and that captain all over again.”

“Gordon, I can hack your bank accounts.”

“Go for it.”

“I can also hack your fish tanks.”

The aquanaut shot to his feet. “You touch my tanks and you’re dead, spacehead.”

John didn’t react other than to smile just a little.

Their space brother could be a right royal ass when he wanted to be. Virgil sighed. “John, you know the rules.”

He shrugged. “Didn’t break any.”

“You touch my tanks, I’m spicing up your atmosphere on Five. I’m not kidding. I have fart gas resources even you can’t find.” Gordon was still on his feet and actually appeared angry.

John shuddered. “TMI, Gordo. Not interested in your gas capacity, honestly.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Gords, John’s not doing anything to your fish tanks. He knows the rules, don’t you, John.” He arched a prompting eyebrow at his brother.

“Never said I didn’t.”

Definitely an ass.

“Gordon, calm down. You can put John’s relationship to you in as ‘nemesis’ if it makes you feel better.”

“I can only put in our relationship to Grandma. I wrote favourite grandson in yours.”

It was Virgil’s turn to shrug. “I’m not going to complain. Sit down and finish the form.”

His brother didn’t answer, but he did sit down, albeit still glaring at John.

John had gone back to his tablet, doing who knew the hell what.

Definitely an ass.

Virgil turned back to Gordon. “What’s the next question, Gords?”

The glare switched to Virgil for a second before turning to the form. “Where were we born?”

“Kansas.”

“I know that. What about Grandma, Brains and Kayo?”

“Space.” Alan said it with triumph.

“What?”

“Where John lives. Isn’t that what the question was?” Alan stared between his brothers.

“Go back to sleep, Alan.”

“Grandma was born in Kansas, Brains was born in India, and Kayo was born here.” Scott proved he was still awake by suddenly providing information enough to make Virgil jump.

Gordon poked at the form, but nothing further was said on that front. Everyone knew Kayo was sensitive about her past, and while she wasn’t in the room, she would find out and partially kill anyone responsible.

“Kayo is here tonight, isn’t she?”

Virgil yanked on his boot again, slipped and managed to elbow Scott in the ribs. His brother grunted.

“Oh, shit, sorry. You okay?” He shoved the boot aside and the pliers along with it.

Scott eyed him and rubbed his side. “That answers your question, Gordon. Kayo is on a conference call with Captain Rigby.”

Virgil glared at Scott.

Gordon eyed the both of them. “Is there something you two aren’t telling the class?”

“Shut up, Gordon.” Virgil glared at Scott a moment longer, enough to have his brother’s expression fall into one of concern. Grabbing his boot again, Virgil went back to wrestling with embedded metal. Damned specialised rubber was amazing when it protected him but when its tolerances were overrun, it was a pain to fix. Maybe he should ask Max to give it a yank. “What entertaining religion are you using this time, Gords?” Any attempt to get the conversation off this topic.

Gordon stared at him a moment, obviously still trying to work out what the hell happened there.

Scott was dead later; Virgil was going to make sure of it. Tired or not, he had crossed a line.

A sideways look in his eldest brother’s direction and it was obvious Scott realised that. Okay, maybe he could let it go. It had been a long day and they were all tired.

Probably should go to bed.

He went back to fighting with his boot.

Gordon was still staring but even the fish knew when to shut up apparently, because the next words out of his mouth were entirely religious.

“I’m worshiping Neptune this year.”

Alan frowned. “I thought you said that last time.”

“Dad wouldn’t let me.”

That brought the whole room to a standstill. Last census was ten years ago. Flashback to that time brought everything that had changed into the bright glaring light. The biggest change being Dad’s absence. But even more, ten years ago they were still based in Kansas, IR was in development, but not yet a reality. Alan was only six, Gords eleven and with his body still intact…it was a completely different time. Virgil was still in college and had to fill in his own census form in Denver.

Gordon broke the looming silence with a determined smile. “This time the government gets the truth. Scott bows to the sky gods, Virg worships molemen, Johnny is a god, and Alan is Satan.

“Hey!” It was said by multiple brothers at once.

Only John remained calm. He even had a smile. “In that case, I want bagels every Sunday.”

“You get bagels every Sunday. Virg sends them up all the time.” Alan glared at his space brother – Alan did not like bagels.

John grinned wider. “I’ll take that as proof that I have at least one faithful worshipper.”

“Next time you can get your own bagels.” Virgil glared at his brother.

Gordon snorted. “Yeah, right, you old softie. John could blow up Two and you’d still send him his bagels.”

Virgil found himself glaring at Gordon again. It seemed to be a theme tonight. “Short pier, long walk, Gordon, go for it.”

He got a smirk for that. “Don’t mind if I do. A little night diving is quite spectacular around here.”

Virgil ignored him and went back to his boot…which he had made zero progress on for all the time he had been sitting here, damnit.

“Does Virgil ever ‘need someone to help with or be with him for self-care, body movement, or communication activities’?” Gordon typed into the form. “Before coffee.”

Virgil ignored him some more as Alan took the bait and snickered. “Better watch it, Gords. Won’t be long before ‘before coffee’ time kicks in. Look at him, he’s already brewing.”

The piece of metal in his boot finally shifted a little. Thank goodness.

“Long term health conditions.” Gordon slumped in his seat. “Well, isn’t this cheerful.”

“Just fill it in, Gordon.” Scott’s words were little more than a sigh.

That left a gaping silence. Gordon tapped a lot at the keyboard filling in far too much. More for himself, obviously, but then there was John and his space issues, and they all had been diagnosed with something on the list hanging above their father’s desk.

Except Alan, who could not be left out. Virgil pretended to not be able to read the word ‘zombification�� next to his little brother’s name.

“Schooling? Oh man, John, you can write all the letters after your name. I can never remember them all.”

“Not a problem.” The astronaut poked at his tablet and the hologram in front of Gordon sprouted half the alphabet.

“Really? Did you get a new one?” He stared at John. “When did you get time for that?”

John shrugged. “Made time.”

“What’s this one for?”

“Oceanography.”

“What?”

“You were in the ocean. I didn’t know enough to help. So I fixed the problem.”

Gordon just stared.

Virgil, of course, knew. He had been the one to field John’s version of panic the day he didn’t know enough to help Gordon. John was practical. He saw a problem, he fixed it. Oceanography wasn’t an obvious topic for the starman, but he was a genius and that genius could be applied where he wished it to be.

If Virgil had found himself helping John at a few points that intersected with his specialities along the way, he was just going to take a little comfort from being able to return the favour after years of borrowing his brother’s brains for other topics.

And besides, it had meant he had been able to spend a little extra time with John. Always a good thing.

Despite him being the occasional ass.

Gordon was still staring. “Is that why you bugged me to take you out in Four?”

John shrugged. “Partly. Didn’t mind spending a bit of time with you either. Good experience to familiarise myself with Four as well.”

The stare continued.

“Be careful you don’t catch any flies with your mouth open.”

The stare became a glare. “We’re talking about this. You and me.”

“Sure.”

Gordon looked like he didn’t know whether to yell at him or run over and hug his brother. Virgil was voting for the latter.

But everything was interrupted by a sudden snore and snort.

Virgil turned to Scott and found his brother startled awake, likely by his own snore.

“Wha-?”

“Scott, you need to go to bed.”

“I’m fine.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Do I need to pick you up and carry you?”

“I’m fine.” He waved Virgil away, sat up straighter and attempted to guzzle whatever was left of his probably cold coffee.

“Idiot.”

“What?”

“Go to bed.”

“No. We need to finish the census.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because I want to.”

“Why?”

“Can you stop that?”

“Can you go to bed?”

“No!”

“You need sleep.”

“I can manage my own health, thank you, Doctor Virgil.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I am an adult.”

“Sometimes.”

“Virgil!”

Gordon let off a loud snort. “That’s it. I’m putting you two in as married.”

“Gordon!” Both of them, in chorus. It was apparently a theme tonight.

“Well, you both argue like an old married couple, what can I do?”

“You can shut up and move onto the next question.”

Gordon poked his tongue out at Scott, but he didn’t stop grinning and Virgil was forced to hold back a smile himself.

Bratty little fish.

He was still smirking when he said, “Employment.”

“Oh god.” Scott sank back onto the couch and rubbed his face with his hands.

There followed a book’s worth of employment activities.

“Rocket surfing is not an occupation, Gordon.” Virgil sighed.

“Why not? Both Scott and Allie surf rockets.”

“Alan rides a rocket sled and Scott is just trying to give me grey hair.”

“Has he succeeded yet?” Bratty fish.

“None of your business.”

“So is International Rescue paid or unpaid work?” Gordon was frowning at the form.

“Unpaid.”  Scott’s tone was sharp.

“So are we unemployed, employed or self-employed?”

“Self-employed.”

“How much do you earn a year, Scotty?”

Their eldest brother paused as if calculating, but then threw up a hand. “Stuffed if I know.”

John snorted and rattled off a number.

“There isn’t enough space for that many zeros here, John.”

“Give me a moment.”

The display in front of Gordon flickered and each of their names received a variety of numbers…except for Alan.

“Hey, how come I don’t have any earnings?”

“You are a minor.” John spoke calmly, as if speaking to a minor.

“But I do stuff for Tracy Industries, I do.”

“All your income is held in trust, you know that.”

“Then who is paying for all that popcorn I bought this morning?”

Scott sighed. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to bust the bank.”

“We own the bank.”

Scott stared at John. “When did we buy a bank?”

“I bought it for your birthday last year but forgot to give it to you.”

“Oh.”

“I’m writing obscenely rich next to all our names. Oh, except for you, Allie. You’re a pauper.”

“Hey! You suck, Fishbrain.”

“Remember who might need to lend you money in the next couple of years…”

“While Gordon remembers who lent him money in the past, who still helps him with his finances, and who also is the one to fish him out of the ocean after every mission.” Virgil pinned Gordon with his eyes.

Gordon blinked. “You have a point.” A pause as a smile crept over his face. “Who was that again?”

The hologram of the census form wobbled as a lounge cushion flew through it and hit Gordon squarely in the face.

“Right on target. Hmm, I’ve still got it.” Scott blew imaginary smoke off a finger gun.

Unfortunately, Scott may have still had it, but he wasn’t the best marksman on this census form. The cushion rebounded via aquanaut and hit Scott squarely in the face with an oomph.

This forced both Virgil and Alan to come to his defence and for a full ten minutes after that, it was an all-out pillow fight between the brothers. Even John was drawn in as Gordon came up behind him and tried to stuff one down the back of his shirt.

Which wasn’t advisable since his gravity support was still in play. But then John was king of the noogie and immediately grabbed a head full of strawberry blond hair, dragged it down onto the couch beside him and made sure it received the full-on noogie treatment.

Gordon did squawk quite a bit.

An extreme one-on-one joust erupted between Scott and Alan. It was that determined that Virgil had to back out. Alan, being the terrier he was, managed to get Scott on his back on the lounge and sat on him pummelling him with pillows.

Virgil had suspicions that the game was rigged.

In any case, he had to find somewhere else to sit and tinker with his boot.

Eventually, Gordon found his way back to the census form. Scott was still on his back and apparently Alan had decided he preferred that his big brother stay that way by sitting on him and playing his computer game. Scott at least had a remaining cushion under his head, but one foot had taken out a pot plant and the other was hanging over the back of the sofa. His brother really was too tall for lying on the seating arrangements, but he didn’t seem to care.

With a bit of luck he might fall asleep.

“Okay, let’s finish this. How did you get to work today?” Gordon grunted. “This form has no rockets, planes, submarines or space elevators on it.”

“Tick the ‘other’ box and let them work it out.” John let out a yawn.

Virgil eyed him.

John screwed up his face and poked out his tongue.

Wha-“ Virgil blinked.

“Hey, Virg, how many hours did you work last week?”

That distracted him enough to turn to Gordon. “How the hell do I know?”

“You worked them. I bet you know your flight hours.”

“Today’s. Not last week. That was last week.”

“Eos, send Gordon last week’s record?”

The AI chimed in at her father’s request. “Yes, John.”

Another document appeared in front of Gordon. “Wow, that much? Really?”

“The documentation is correct as recorded.” Eos sounded a little miffed. But then she never particularly liked Gordon on the best of days.

His fault, of course.

“Virg, you win, but only by a bit over Scott and that was because he twisted his ankle on Monday.”

“Sprained, you mean.”

“Twisted.” It came from the couch and was strangled by a little brother.

“Sprained. He should have been off for several days, but he’s an idiot.”

“You can’t talk, Mr Bruised-not-cracked.”

“At least I’m not Cracked-not-broken.”

“Sure.”

Scott might have said more but Alan whacked him with a pillow. “You guys are idiots. Gords, John and I are lucky our grey hairs don’t show.” Alan growled. “I’m sixteen, for crying out loud, and I know more about hospitals than I ever wanted to. Look after yourselves, you morons.”

Silence hit the room again.

“Way to go, Allie. You tell ‘em.” Gordon’s words were honest.

Of course, Scott was devastated and immediately questioning all his life choices. Virgil wasn’t far behind, but Scott, in particular had a sensitive spot where Alan was concerned.

“Hey.” He reached out a hand and rested it on their little brother’s arm. “Talk to me, Allie.”

Alan growled again. “I’m fine as long as you two look after yourselves. We kinda need you, you know.”

Scott grabbed his little brother and dragged him down into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Virgil sat with his boot in his lap needing to grab both his brothers but not wanting to interrupt their moment.

He shouldn’t have worried. A second later Gordon jumped over the back of the couch, landed beside him and grabbed him, dragging him sideways into an oomph of a hug. “Don’t worry, my dear wingman, we still love you even if you are an idiot.”

“Gordon…”

“Admit it, you want a hug.”

“Shut up.”

Gordon didn’t say anything further, but he did squeeze tighter.

“When you get to the questions on whether any of us looked after children, Gordon, tick yes for all of us.” John’s tone was as dry as a desert.

“Will do.” Gordon grinned at him.

Scott actually fell asleep after that. It was about time. Apparently, Alan made a great teddy bear.

Alan grumbled about that for days, but Virgil knew his little brother treasured his relationship with Scott and the fact he fell asleep as well was rather telling.

But that fact pretty much ended the census form filling for that night.

The next morning saw all of them out on an earthquake and it wasn’t until two days later that Gordon realised they hadn’t submitted the form.

Grabbing Scott and Virgil, he ran them through the last of the questions, landing on the definitions of their dwelling.

“How many registered motor vehicles do we have at this dwelling?”

“Er, none? We have no roads.” Virgil frowned at the obvious answer.

“Three rockets, two planes and a submarine don’t count?”

An arched eyebrow. “Does it say anything about planes? Tracy Two and Three are registered in Aotearoa.”

“Aotearoa is not the United States.”

“But they are still registered.”

Scott sighed. “Read the form properly, guys. It says exclude heavy vehicles.”

“Well, that strikes Virg off the list, but your ‘bird’s a pansy.”

That earned Gordon a mocking whack up the back of the head.

“Gords, just write zero. The intent is there.”

“Fine. We have no motor vehicles. Stupid form.” A sigh. “Okay, how many bedrooms do we have?”

Scott answered that one. “Ten.”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“One went to an art studio and the other to a music recording room.”

Gordon glared at Virgil. “Way to take over the house, bro.”

“And how many fish tanks do you have in how many rooms? Not to mention the chunk of vegetable garden we had to sacrifice for Rover’s pond?”

“Leave Rover out of this. That wasn’t his fault.”

Virgil snorted. “Not his.”

“Shut up.”

Scott sighed again. “We have ten bedrooms.” He scanned the rest of the form, which thankfully wasn’t very long. “We own the place outright, and yes, they can archive our information for our grandkids to access. Tick the boxes and get this sent so I can go get some lunch.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Scott growled but Gordon ignored him.

Boxes all ticked, he hit the submit button.

“This form has already been submitted. You may not submit it again.” Underneath was the date of the day before census night. “What the hell? How could we open it if - ” Scott hit his comms. “John!”

John’s hologram flickered up beside the misbehaving census form. “I’m between a hurricane in Bermuda and an avalanche in the Pyrenees. How may I help you?”

“What?!”

“Oh, the census form. Eos submitted that three days ago.” Their space brother was distracted a moment out of pick up range as Scott’s jaw dropped. “Needed to get it done before Gordon got his hands on it. Besides, we can’t guarantee we wouldn’t have been called out anyway, so I got it done beforehand.”

“Then why the hell were we going through the damned thing on census night?”

John blinked. “You had fun, didn’t you? We shared an evening together.”

Virgil joined both his brothers at staring at John.

The astronaut just smirked back at them. “You did a great job, Gordon. Thanks.” The smirk turned into a grin. “Thunderbird Five out.” His hologram disappeared.

Scott’s face curdled. “I’m going to kill him.”

Virgil let his shoulders drop and sighed. “You said that last time he did something like this, and he’s still kicking.”

“I’m soaking his underwear in saltwater.” Gordon had that fire in his eyes that usually preceded a Tracy Island Armageddon.

“Gords…”

“He played me, Virg. He knew what I would do and played me. He thinks I’m predictable!”

“Yeah, but he obviously did it for the right reasons.”

Virgil found himself the target of two glares. “What? You want a group hug or something? C’mere.” And he grabbed the both of them, wrapping his arms around them. “Happy Census Night.”

The grumbling was worth it.

-o-o-o-

[sparkandwolf]

You Love Me Then? (read on ao3)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale Rating: General Summary: “I don’t like Scott,” Derek repeated, turning toward the TV to incorrectly guess the Jeopardy answer he should have known the answer to.

Stiles laughed and whispered, “Oh, you love him then?” Derek tackled him onto the floor, hoping that would be enough to finally have his mouth closing, but Stiles just grinned and smirked and Derek had never wanted to kiss him more.

For @sterekvalentineweek day three: Secret Crush

“You like Scott, right?” Stiles said out of the blue causing Derek to choke on the egg roll he hadn’t finished chewing yet. Once he could take a deep breath and refill his burning lungs, he threw a fortune cookie at Stiles to get his attention. 

“You think I like Scott?” Derek asked, hoping the incredulity in his tone was clear enough for Stiles to know he was actually insane. 

Stiles shrugged, “I mean, yeah. Isn’t it obvious?” Derek gaped at him, but before he could argue, Stiles rolled his eyes and gestured to the dorm room around them. “This place is practically Scott and I’s home and it’s rare that you don’t have his favorite snacks in the cabinet. You always have a fridge full of that gross energy drink he practically lives off of and--” 

“You like all those things, too!” Derek argued, holding out his hand in a lame effort to beg Stiles to stop. Stiles shook his head and raised his eyebrows. Derek hoped he didn’t catch on to what his words could have indicated. 

“When they’re here, yeah. I would much rather prefer some pretzels or other salty goodness,” Derek smacked him when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, but that didn’t stop him from continuing, “and those energy drinks are good when we’ve got our all-night study sessions but would it kill you guys to keep some Gatorade or seltzer in here?” Derek shook his head lamely as Stiles rolled his eyes again. “And to top it all off, every time we’re here, you rush to get a seat next to Scott and force me to sit next to Isaac. Not that I don’t love the guy but…” Stiles trailed off, linking his fingers and placing them with finality on his lap as if waiting for Derek to retort. 

“I don’t like Scott,” Derek repeated, turning toward the TV to incorrectly guess the Jeopardy answer he should have known the answer to. 

Stiles laughed and whispered, “Oh, you love him then?” Derek tackled him onto the floor, hoping that would be enough to finally have his mouth closing, but Stiles just grinned and smirked and Derek had never wanted to kiss him more. 

In truth, Derek couldn’t like Scott because he liked Stiles. He even thought he loved Stiles. Derek had bought those snacks and drinks because he thought Stiles had loved them, too, and he always took a seat next to Scott because he wasn’t sure he would be able to resist wrapping an arm around Stiles’ shoulders or threading his fingers through the hair Stiles had let grow out during his Freshman year. Looking down at Stiles at that moment led him to believe it was quite possibly the dumbest thing he had done all year. 

“Isaac likes Scott,” Derek said, shaking his head like he had let his friend down. He hadn’t, as Isaac wasn’t exactly shy about his crush on Scott, but Derek knew he should have told Stiles how he felt right then and there instead of scapegoating off his roommate. 

“I knew it!” Stiles cheered, pushing Derek off of him and thrusting his fist in the air. “Scott likes Isaac, man. We’ve gotta do some meddling!” 

“Absolutely not,” Derek said immediately, but Stiles silenced him by grabbing his face in his hands. Stiles was so close; all Derek had to do was lean just a smidge forward and their lips would connect. He could say it was an accident, that his back gave out or he got a shiver he couldn’t hold back or--

“Our two best friends are oblivious idiots, Derek.” Derek could only think, They’re not the only ones. “It’s our job to give them the happiness they deserve with each other, right? Right?” Stiles prodded, shaking Derek’s face with each question. Derek sighed, closed his eyes in quiet resignation, and nodded slowly. 

“And what do you suggest we do?” Derek regretted the question immediately as Stiles pulled out his phone and opened his notes app that already contained a bulleted paragraph titled, Scotty Doesn’t Know (cause he’s stupid). 

Stiles left excitedly a few hours later, deciding that both of them needed a good night’s sleep so their plan could start the following morning. Derek barely got a word in edgewise, but he knew he wasn’t about to say to Stiles when his smile lit up so widely. Instead, he leaned his back against the door and looked up at the ceiling, cursing his own stupidity and trying to figure out how to tell Isaac what was gonna happen. 

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“It’s been three weeks, Derek!” Stiles complained as he barged into the room where Derek had his nose pressed into the textbook, studying for his rather important quiz in the morning. 

“And?” Derek asked with a sigh as Stiles sat next to him, pushing the textbook aside to rest his head in Derek’s lap. Three weeks might not have been enough time for Scott and Isaac to figure their crap out, but it was definitely enough time for Stiles to get even more comfortable with physical contact. Part of Stiles’ plan was for him and Derek to always partner up together on their group excursions and to sit next to each other during movie and video game nights, and Stiles had apparently taken that in the most serious manner a person could. He was consistently pressed against Derek’s side or resting his head or feet in Derek’s lap and it was only a matter of time until Derek snapped. 

“And?!” Stiles yelled, smacking Derek’s chest with one of his hands. Derek caught it and held it there, seemingly to stop the assault, but mostly because he wanted to hold Stiles’ hand. “How could they be so stupid?! I mean, we’ve left them alone for minutes, even a half hour that one time where we got distracted by the arcade--” 

“You mean, you got distracted and made me pay for almost 10 games so you could be in the number one slot again?” Derek interrupted, flicking Stiles’ nose with his free hand. It was a mistake as Stiles turned his face into Derek’s abdomen, hiding it from any further abuse. 

“I wasn’t about to let some preteen who-- That doesn’t matter,” Stiles waved his free hand, “because even when we were gone, nothing happened. How do two people who are so madly in love spend so much free time together and not even know it?!” Stiles groaned, pushed off of Derek’s lap to walk to the mini fridge. He reached in to grab a red Gatorade from the top shelf, glancing at it for a moment too long. Derek felt his heart racing when Stiles looked back. 

“What?” He asked dumbly, hoping his feigned ignorance would convince Stiles there was nothing further to think about. 

“Uh, nothing? Nothing,” Stiles decided, shaking his head as he twisted off the cap of the drink and took a large gulp before settling it back in the fridge to keep its cold temperature. “Isaac even bought him a gift card from that stupid Boba place Scott likes so much, enough for their two favorite drinks. Like, he couldn’t be any more transparent!” 

“Yeah, he’s-- Yeah,” Derek agreed because he wasn’t sure what else he could say when Stiles was this heated. 

“I feel bad for Isaac, you know? He’s made it so obvious he has more than friendly feelings and Scott just hasn’t--” Stiles froze, his words halting as he pulled out the makeshift snack drawer. Derek could see the wheels turning in his head as the assortment of pretzels and salty goodness - as Stiles had so eloquently described it - came into view. 

“Stiles?” Derek asked cautiously, standing to make his way over to Stiles before resting a hand on his shoulder. The touch seemed to snap him back into reality as he shoved a small bag of pretzels at Derek’s chest. 

“Please tell me that I’m not imagining things,” Stiles said, kicking the mini fridge open and reaching in only to toss the half empty Gatorade at Derek who caught it by dropping the pretzels on the ground. “You-- I-- Oh my god, am I the stupid one?” Stiles asked, seemingly to himself. 

Derek chuckled and muttered, “You’re not stup--” 

“That wasn’t a denial! Oh my god, you like me! All this time - the last three weeks at least - I’ve been so focused on Scott and Isaac, I didn’t realize that you had been-- I’m the one who couldn’t see what was right in front of me…” Derek could see Stiles’ brain checking off boxes on the list they had made for Scott and Isaac and internally chastising himself. For a moment, all Derek could see in his face was rejection and it broke his heart. 

“You don’t have to feel obligated or anything, just-- I’m glad you know now and we can move on--” Stiles reached his hand into the snack container and chucked multiple bags at Derek, smacking him in the face and chest. Derek held his arms up to protect himself, but Stiles grabbed them in retaliation, pushing him against the wall so they were chest to chest. That feeling Derek had those few weeks ago where he could just lean in and kiss Stiles and make his feelings known was back, but he couldn’t be the one to make the move. His cards were laid out on the table - or the floor, more accurately, that was currently littered with bags of salty snacks and a bottle of Gatorade - and it was Stiles’ turn. 

“How do two people who are so madly in love spend so much free time together and not even know it?” Stiles repeated that time in a whisper, as if considering his earlier sentiment toward Scott and Isaac.

“Well, I thought you weren’t into me and Scott thought Isaac and I were a couple up until last night and Isaac was convinced Scott was into you…” Derek trailed off as Stiles’ eyes narrowed. 

“You knew all of this and you did nothing?” Stiles asked. Derek could only shrug lamely, spreading his fingers the best he could through Stiles’ tight grip on his wrists. 

“I told Isaac what you said but he didn’t believe me!” Derek argued, trying to move his arms so he could stop feeling so out of control with Stiles so close to him. “Will you let me go so I can explain?” Derek pleaded, letting his arms fall limp and his back sag against the wall, powerless against Stiles in more way than one. 

“No,” Stiles said simply, running his fingers down Derek’s arms until they rested on his chest. He patted the thin t-shirt softly, licking his lips before glancing up at Derek. “I’ve got something I’ve gotta do first,” Stiles said, pressing somehow even closer to Derek, a question in his eyes that Derek would never say no to. 

Derek nodded frantically before Stiles crashed their lips together. He was still backed up against the wall, Stiles’ hard body pressed against every inch of his, when his arms finally caught up with his brain. Now that they were free, he wound them around Stiles’ neck, one threading through his hair as he had always wanted to do, while the other cupped Stiles’ jaw, his finger resting against the rapid pulse beating under his skin. It calmed him to know that Stiles was just as excited, just as nervous, as he was. He was so focused on the way Stiles’ skin felt underneath his palm and the way his hair smoothed through his fingers that he had to pull away to remind himself to breathe. 

“God dammit,” Stiles said, pushing off of Derek to put unwanted space between them. 

“I-- What?” Derek asked, his chest heaving with emotion and his lungs burning as they tried to regain the oxygen Stiles had taken from them. Stiles ran his hands through his hair and burst into laughter, surprising the hell out of Derek. He thought Stiles was angry, frustrated, maybe even pissed, but the joy that echoed through the room knocked him off his feet as he slid down the wall. 

“I can’t believe we’ve both been putting all our effort into pushing our best friend’s together when we could have been doing this,” Stiles complained as he leaned down to grab the Gatorade from the floor, downing the rest of it in a few long gulps. 

“Do you feel bad for me, too?” Derek teased, grinning when Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. “You said you felt bad that Scott is such an idiot and still doesn’t know Isaac’s in love with him, so now do feel bad for me? Cause you’re such an idiot?” Derek explained. Stiles glared at Derek but there was no heat in it. When Stiles went to smack him, Derek grabbed onto his arms and tackled him to the floor, hovering over him until he broke the silence. 

“Oh, you love me then?” Stiles retorted with a wide grin splitting across his face. Derek nodded, his eyes losing their humor as he agreed wholeheartedly. 

“Yeah, I guess I do.” 

[christinesficrecs]

I needed a distraction from yet another hateful week so here we are!! With this Beach AU reclist that is obviously no longer that! 🤦🏻‍♀️  

Also, there are some 4th of July fics here if you’re feeling picnics and bbqs. And summer camp fics here if that’s more your thing. 

A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie, daunt | 25.8K | Mature

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Kissing the Shoreline by theroguesgambit | 12K

Stiles doesn’t want just any summer fling. He wants Derek. And Lydia is determined to help Stiles get him.

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki | 19.5K | Mature

Stiles is (still) single when the pack's getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles' unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound...and the two roped into competing in the Resort's version of the Newlywed game. Only it's completely obvious it's going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn't.

Livin' La Vida Loca by jadore_hale, stomachaches | 16.3K

The one where Stiles answers a newspaper ad to be the Hale family's new pool boy and has a hell of a summer.

Wild and Reckless Breeze by GotTheSilver | 15.7K | Mature 

In which Stiles is killing time working at a bookshop, Derek buys a lot of Chuck Palahniuk and they start hanging out, much to the confusion of Scott and the Sheriff.

hey asshole by everchanginginks | 15.6K | Mature

The Hales moved in next door more than a year ago and while Cora and Stiles became fast friends, Stiles has yet to meet his best friend's big brother, Derek, who’s been attending college in New York. When Derek comes home for the summer he makes less than a stellar impression. And vice versa.

To Navigate Your Seas by alisvolatpropiis | 26K | Explicit

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob | 47.8K | Mature 

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

Bed Sharing For Dummies by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl) | 7.5K | Explicit

Scott and Kira decide they should all go on vacation. Stiles has to share a bed with Derek. He's handling it like a mature adult.

Beach Trip AU  |  Steady Like The Tide  |  tumblr ficlets

We'll Still Have The Summer by allyasavedtheday | 32.3K

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

Cutback by WonderWolf | 19.3K

Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles | 25.2K | Explicit

"You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.”

Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.”

“Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.”

“I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.

Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.

We’ve Got Chemistry by dr_girlfriend | 17.8K 

So…” The man was at the door to a shed now. “The previous owners left everything, so I think there should be everything you need. But let me know if you need me to pick up anything, or if you prefer, you can buy it and I’ll reimburse you…”

“Everything I need?” Stiles repeated. He had obviously missed something.

“You know.” The man smiled again, a little more cautiously. He was looking at Stiles as if he were a bit mentally-challenged. “To clean the pool.”

“To clean the pool,” Stiles repeated. He looked around. Then he looked down at himself, taking in his stained shirt, cargo shorts, and raggedy Converse.

“Oh!” he said. “Because I’m the pool guy.” And that’s not what he meant to say at all. He meant to say, “You think I’m the pool guy.”

Go For The Gold (And A Few Other Things) by SpiritsFlame | 14.7K | Mature

Stiles came to the Olympics with one goal- get a gold medal. By Opening Ceremonies, he has two goals. Win a gold medal, and sleep with Derek Hale. Unfortunately for him, those two goals are equally difficult.

Show Me How We Can Escape by secondstar | 9.8K | Explicit

Stiles needed a vacation. He deserved it, after working nonstop. Australia felt like a world away from the limelight; just what he needed. He didn't expect to meet Derek, though.

I Ran (So Far) by thepsychicclam | 33.7K | Explicit

In which Stiles' summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

We’ll put on a show (Scotty has to know) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 7.7K

Stiles is a stubborn asshole, determined to have fun in Europe even though Scott stays behind in Belgium because of a girl. So asking a stranger to make out with him for the ‘Gram? Totally the best decision he’s ever made, and not just because that’ll totally show Jackson (and Scott!). Shame he won’t see the guy again, though.

Mermaider by nothing_left_sacred | 15.5K | Mature

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn't even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles' life.

Slow Burn by Boy_On_Strings | 69.7K | Explicit

Derek takes the pack on a vacation to a beach. Derek and Stiles are forced to share a room after Allison and Scott claim one room and Lydia claims another for her and Jackson. This leads the two towards bonding and more.

Burn It Out by Omni | 6.3K

Everything that he was got burned out of him, turned to ash and shadow just like everyone he loved. He was hollowed out and empty, and it hurt like claws across exposed nerves.

Then, it was done.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw | 69K | Explicit

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Past The Breakers by thepsychicclam | 40.7K | Explicit

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 10

A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.

Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.

Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.

"Are you staying at Chris's too?"

"I am!"

"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"

"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.

"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into".

While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.

"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"

"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.

"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.

"You and Mason leaving?"

"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"Come on sweetheart we should go"

"Yeah sure, take care Brian"

"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"

"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.

"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."

Was he serious right now??

"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.

"What?"

Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.

"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"

"What did you say to him?"

"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"

"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."

"Im Fine"

"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."

"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.

"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.

"Scott i swear to god...."

"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"

"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.

The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!

"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."

"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"

"Right, Marvel owned it before"

"No...."

"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"

"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.

"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"

"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"

"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"

"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.

"Maybe i should do it too"

"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"

"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."

"Sorry...."

"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".

After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!

"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.

"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.

"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."

"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.

"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.

"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.

"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.

"Okay you did good, i love this"

"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.

"You don't have to do that...."

"You kidding me? I want to"

"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".

"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.

Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!

"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.

"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"

"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.

"Night bro, love ya".

Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.

"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.

"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".

While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.

"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.

"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.

"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"

"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"

"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"

"He’s just missing the beard"

"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"

"No but he's got your attitude and sass"

"Hey!"

"Im kidding.... mostly"

"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.

"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"

"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"

"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.

"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."

"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"

"Chris....."

"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"

"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"

"Oh...."

"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.

"Why isn't Lindsey here?"

"What?...."

"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."

Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??

"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"

"What?... when?"

"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."

I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.

“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”

“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”

“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.

I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.

It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

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[buckysmischief]

wish you were here, part 1

Scott Lang x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Falling in love with someone who lives one the other side of the country is a bitch, but can you make it work?

Warnings: language, long distance, a little angst, fluff

Prompt: Internet friends to lovers

AN: This is for @flowerymoonlight ‘s challenge 💙 also thank you to @saundrasays & @jillybeaner13 for reading over this part for me, I owe you both 💚

I will not be doing a taglist for this mini series

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

“Are you sure Sam won’t mind?” Friday’s were date nights for him and Wanda, so when she called that morning and invited you to dinner, you got suspicious. It had been almost a year since your ex found himself a new girlfriend and as your best friend, Wanda had made it her mission to keep your mind off of him - he was a coward and didn’t deserve anymore of your tears. You came home one day and all his belongings, and the huge flat screen that you paid for, were gone. You thought someone had broken in until you found a note in his hand writing that just read “sorry”.

“Date night got moved, he’s got a “business” call with his friend in an hour. It’s fine, really, ask him yourself.” she gestured to the front door of their apartment, Sam walking in seconds later. “Babe, tell YN that date night is cancelled.”

“Hi honey, my day was amazing, thanks for asking.” he said, following it with a kiss so she knew he was messing with her. “Yeah, a buddy of mine in California works in security and he sent us this new system and I have no idea how to work it. I figured with the time difference and our attention spans it would be better to move date night to tomorrow.” Sam didn’t bring up this friend often, you didn’t even know his name, but you were definitely curious.

While Sam cleaned up, you helped Wanda by setting the table. She insisted on doing all the cooking and you learned to just let her have it. It wasn’t long before the three of you were sitting around the dinner table, laughing over empty plates. Being around Wanda and Sam was always refreshing, the mood was always light and the conversation always flowed from one thing to another so naturally. Before any of you knew it, Sam was getting a FaceTime call, “SCOTT! Your friend's name is Scott! Ha!” Sam laughed at your excitement as he walked into his office to answer the call.

Instead of going home, Wanda poured you a glass of wine and decided you were staying, something about Sam always losing track of time when it came to Scott. You were looking through their collection of DVDs when you found an oldie but goodie, Jawbreaker. By the time it started playing, Wanda was back with snacks and blankets.

The movie wasn’t on for long before you had to go to the bathroom, Courtney was being a bitch again so you didn’t worry about missing the rest of the scene. As you were washing your hands, though, you thought you heard your name. You turned off the water and was about to brush it off when you heard it again… coming from Sam’s office?

After sneaking out of the bathroom and down the hall, you found yourself standing to the side of the half opened door, trying to figure out why your name would be brought up by either of them. You were just about to forget about it until you heard it again, “I just don’t think YN would be up for it..”

“Be up for what?” you bursted through the door, causing Sam to throw his phone across the room, coincidently, at your feet. Sam knew he wouldn’t get to it before you, so you quickly grabbed it up and bolted to the living room. “Oh look,” you smiled at the stranger on the phone, “he has a name and a face to match.”

“Ahh, you must be YN. Sam said you were a fallen angel, now I know why.” He was cute, funny, and definitely just winked at you.

“That’s not - I said she was the devil, and THIS is why! Who just bursts into rooms and takes their friends' phones!?” He was still chasing you through the apartment, meanwhile Wanda was laughing so hard on the couch she was almost in tears.

“Awww Sammy, you talk about me?? That- that’s so sweet!” you laugh, trying to dodge the pillows Sam is hurdling your way. He finally pelts one right at your head, causing you to drop his phone. You tried grabbing it, but Sam was faster, “YN, I love you to death, but I will body slam you into the couch the next time you make me chase you ever again.”

“That’s fine, I got what I wanted.” with a smug look on your face, you walked back to your spot on the couch to finish the movie.

Later that night after Wanda and Sam were asleep, you were still up scrolling through different apps when you got a few interesting Twitter notifications.

-

It had been a few days since you and Scott “met”. You only had a few conversations after that, but this was the most you’ve put yourself out there in a long time and it felt good. Even if he was just a friend, you sensed he was going to be important.

For some reason though, Sam still wasn’t super excited with how close you were getting. “I mean, I love Sam dearly, but he’s not the friend police.” Wanda only gave a shrug before opening her apartment door to the sound of Sam talking to someone on the phone.

“Hey babe,” she whispers, kissing him on the cheek, “who's that?”

Before he could even answer you heard the laugh and knew it was Scott. “So, how is my first ex husband doing?” You tried getting a good look at his screen, but he kept it far from your reach. “You wish, he won't be your ex anything if I have anything to say about it!”

From Sam’s phone you could hear Scott laugh hard before replying, “Aw, Sam, that’s so sweet. We’re not even dating yet and you’re already fighting for us to make it. That's the best man energy I’m looking for.” Scott’s laugh was cut off by Sam ending the call, refusing to play along with whatever that was.

“How close are you two exactly?” Sam has always treated you like a little sister, but ever since Quill left it’s only gotten worse. He felt responsible since he introduced you, but there was no way he could have known that Quill was the biggest asshole in the galaxy. “Because when he asked about you, he called you his “future wife” so what kind of coincidence is that??”

Wanda rolled her eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. “Babe, relax. They haven't talked that much. But, just thinking out loud...” she paused, “they do have a lot in common..”

“What are you getting at?”

“Nothing, It- it’s a shame he lives on the other side of the country because I think you two would be the perfect couple, but that doesn’t mean you two shouldn’t be friends.” She’d always been able to know what you were thinking without you even telling her, Scott was funny and cute and she was right, if he lived in NYC he’s definitely the type of guy you’d try to date. But he didn’t, and that’s okay.

As you got to know Scott better though, you learned that he was more than just the “funny” one. He was ridiculously smart and clever, more than he gave himself credit for. When he told you that he spent a few years in prison you didn’t believe him, he ended up just sending a picture of his mugshot and links to articles about the trial. Sam was surprised to find out you knew, it wasn’t information Scott just confessed to everyone.

“How did it even get brought up?”

“We were playing 21 questions and I asked him what the most trouble he ever got in, when he first told me I thought he was kidding but after he sent proof I was shocked.” Scott was worried that you’d look at him differently, but if anything it made you respect him more. It also meant that he trusted you, and you should trust him too.

It wasn’t long before you realized you were catching real feelings for him, and Wanda was right, a long distance relationship just wasn’t something you could do right now. You should have seen it coming, prevented it even. Staying up on the phone all night, texting him before Wanda when something random happens, the good morning/ goodnight texts.. You even told him about Quill, turns out Scott knew who he was, vowing to give Sam hell for introducing you to “that asshole” instead of him.

“Oh, so you think you’d be a better boyfriend?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” He became very flirtatious recently and you secretly loved it. Of course, you’d never let him know it.

“How’s a guy like you single, anyway?”

“It’s a funny story actually..” there was a strain in his voice that made you want to tell him he didn’t have to answer, but his tone told you that this was something he needed so say. “I was engaged to a woman, Hope, for almost two years. One day I saw a text from her boss and in one message I found out all the business trips they were taking were actually for pleasure, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, Scotty..”

“No, don’t feel bad. That was almost a year and a half ago, I’m more than over it. I just don’t trust as easily anymore.” As he changed the topic to something more light, you thought about what Sam had said before, how Scott told you things he doesn’t normally tell other people. For a second, you almost let yourself think that he might have some kind of feelings for you, too.

-

“So, what’s the plan again?” Wanda had insisted Sam’s birthday party be a surprise this year, even throwing it the weekend before his actual birthday so he wouldn’t suspect.

“If you’d stop texting Scott for two seconds you’d remember.”

“Bucky and Steve are taking him out to do whatever his heart desires, while we’re here getting ready. The food should be here in like, two hours, so we’ve got plenty of time. I told Steve they’re not allowed back before 7pm and that I’d text him when we’re done just to be safe. The slackers will show up whenever they please, I guess.”

By slackers she meant Pietro and Clint, they showed up just in time to help lay out the food. They definitely didn’t sample everything they put their hands on, that would be rude. Well, at least they brought alcohol.

Wanda finally texted Steve that everything was ready and not even 10 minutes later they were walking through the door. Sam was greeted to a loud “surprise” from everyone in the room and was quickly prepared to catch Wanda, who threw herself into his arms. It wasn’t until Bucky and Steve fully entered the apartment that you realized there was someone else with them.

“Scott?” As he made his way to you, time felt as if it were slowing down all around you. As silly as it sounds, you never thought you’d actually meet him, or maybe you just didn’t allow yourself to. It didn’t matter though, did it? Here he was, the man you’ve been falling for for months now, standing right in front of you like he had in so many of your dreams. “Is this real?”

Before he could explain, Wanda beat him to it, “I texted him a few weeks ago to see if he wanted to come out, he agreed on the condition it would be a surprise to everyone. He got in last night.”

“A whole day, Scott Lang. You’ve been in the city a whole day!? You were texting me the whole time!” He scooped you up in his arms for a hug, and when he put you down you immediately wished he didn’t.

“The look on your face was definitely worth it.” You’ve seen his smile a hundred times, but none compared to how contagious it was in person.

After that, he never left your side. At first you felt bad because he was Sam’s friend and he was only here because it was Sam’s birthday, but he told you that they just spent the last eight hours together and you didn’t feel as bad. “Besides, I’ll be here a week,” he quickly scanned the room to make sure no one was watching and began to whisper in your ear - it was soft, and deeper than you’ve heard before, “that’s plenty of time to get to know eachother better.”

Blushing, you playfully slap him on the chest and go to refill your drink. You thought it’d be a good idea to double the amount of alcohol that was already in the glass, but quickly decided against it and went for soda instead. There was no way you were going to turn into a drunk idiot in front of him, no way.

“So, do you like your surprise?” Wanda said. With Scott flirting teasing you, you almost forgot this was all her doing.

“Could have given me a warning, Wands..”

“I did, I told you to wear those shoes with that dress.” She pointed to the simple black heels you were wearing that went perfectly with the black dress that was just hanging in the back of your closet. The top was black lace, while the bottom half was silky and flared out. At first you wondered why you were getting so dressed up when you weren’t even leaving the apartment, but brushed it off when she told you it matched the dress code she gave to everyone.

“He’s leaving in a week, what am I supposed to do, seduce him into staying?”

“No,” she laughed, “but don’t ignore your feelings. Everyone knows he likes you too.”

“You’ll never stop meddling, will you?”

“Never.”

“Glad we cleared that up.”

She then wished you good luck and went off to find Sam, but as the night went on her words never left your mind. It had been a long time since you let the thought of Scott liking you back cross your mind, but now with your best friend telling you that he in fact does…

“Whatcha thinking about?” Green eyes and the smell of mint flooded your senses and every thought was lost.

“Nothing important. So, what are you actually doing while you’re here? I’m sure Sam is excited.” There was no harm in testing the waters, right?

“He is, but I was being serious before, I want to get to know you better.”

“The only person who knows me better than you is Wanda, and she knows me better than I do.” He began laughing, and just like his smile, it was even better in person.

“That’s all true, but I have two options for you: take advantage of the time that I’m here, or come back to San Francisco with me for a few days. Or both, I’d be more than okay with both.”

“I’m sure you would, but let’s take it slow? Lunch tomorrow?”

“It’s a date,” he smirked, “right now though you should come listen to the embarrassing story of Sam I’m about to tell.”

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[imagineseclipse]

Stiles Stilinski x Reader-Remember Her

Warning:None

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader(eventually)

Part 1

Summary: The Ghost Riders have taken y/n instead of Stiles and one by one the McCall Pack dive into their own minds to try and remember her. Whoever she was.

A/N: This is a little series I’m working on I hope you enjoy part 2. Also any writing that looks like this is a flashback.

You couldn’t keep track of time in this place, how long had it been twenty-four hours, a week maybe? There was no way of telling. The only thing you knew for definite was that people from Beacon Hills were getting taken left right and centre because the train station was filling up rapidly.

You thought about your friends, had they remembered you- well if they had then you’d be out of this place. You turned to your right, an elderly lady sat in a world of her own, but she noticed your gaze and she smiled gently at you. Leaning towards you.

“Hello dear, how are you?”she greeted you warmly.

“Hi Miss, I’m doing great how are you?”you lifted your lip into a small smile, not wanting to rain on her parade.

“You called me Miss, making me feel young again”she laughed out, resting her fragile arm on yours.

“I’m off to see my brother after forty years”she explained, lifting her hand towards the train times above your head. You didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth so you played along.

“That’s lovely, he’ll be happy to see you I bet”you nodded along happily.

“Do you have a brother?”The lady asked. You shook your head.

“I’m an only child, but I do have a brother well he’s the closest thing I have to a brother anyway”your smile fell into a sad frown.

“Hey Scott, I know your bikes in the garage do you still need a ride home?”you called out casually patting your friend on the back.

Scott turned away from his locker, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes landed on you.

“Uh- I don’t want to offend you or anything but I don’t ride with strangers”Scott offered you a confused smile.

“Ha that’s a funny one, I like it”you faked a laugh as you leant against the locker next to his.

“Look I’m sorry- what’s your name?”Scott asked sympathetically.

“Seriously Scott?”you laughed.

“If I’ve led you on I’m sorry but I’m just not interested in dating you”he apologised shutting his locker.

Your eyes widened. He was acting seriously weird.

“What?! No! Ew I just offered you a ride home I’ll be waiting in the car feel free to join me when you stop being weird”you grimaced as you sending your friend a confused stare before retreating down the hall.

Over in the bunker Scott was settled down in his seat, staring forwards at the candle that stood alone in the middle of the table.

“You know how this works, right Scott?”Lydia asked.

“Sure I just look for the memories”Scott nodded.

“And remember your surroundings might be a little different to Malia’s, all of our minds are different”Lydia advised, making sure Scott was on board before she started the procedure.

He took a deep breath before closing his eyes. When he came to he was stood in the animal clinic where he worked.

“What do you see Scott?”Lydia spoke out.

“I’m surrounded by cages, for the animals- I’m at the animal clinic”he informed her.

“Okay open one”she continued.

Scott bent down, kneeling on the floor as he hesitantly opened one of the cages around him.

“Thanks for giving me a ride on the first day back, you’re seriously saving my life”you yawned, leaning back on Scott’s sofa.

“It’s the least I can do, you gave me rides to school everyday last year”Scott smiled over as he packed his backpack.

“And...”you looked up at him accusingly.

“And I just wanted to show you my new car”Scott grinned.

“Technically it’s your moms car, she’s just letting you borrow it”you sang out.

“Don’t tell any of the girls at school that”Scott groaned.

“Because the girls are just falling at your feet in large groups aren’t they Scotty boy”you teased.

“They will be, this years going to be different”Scott promised.

“You said that last year, and the year before that- in fact I’m pretty sure you’ve said that for the past seven years”you raised your eyebrows as you flicked through a magazine, waiting for Scott to get his things in order.

“This year I’m making first line, I will do it”Scott announced proudly, pointing his finger in your direction.

“I know you will, and when you do you’ll be great”you encouraged him as you stood from your seat, handing Scott his bag. He thanked you before making his way over to his bedroom door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something”you caught his attention. He spun on his heel, watching you roll your eyes.

“Not gonna make first line without this are you, in fact I’m pretty sure you won’t even make it to school without it”you tapped your foot, throwing his inhaler over to him. Your eyebrows twitching after seeing him catch it perfectly. Which was very unlike Scott.

Scott closed the cage, still not feeling like he’d remembered enough he moved to the next one. Hoping to find more memories of you.

“Scott, you’re not alone. You must be terrified and confused but you’re not alone I need you to remember that”you leant towards Scott shaking him out of his daze.

“I’m a werewolf, you guys were right I’m a monster”he cried out. You shook your head vigorously.

“You are not a monster Scott, I’ve known you my whole life and you are not a monster. You are my friend Scott, you are my brother and nothing will ever change that”you reassured him.

Scott’s heart dropped as he closed the cage, you had been there from the very beginning. The start of it all. He moved to the next cage door not wanting to waste a second more.

“Will you get that Scott I’m just putting away the medical tape”you shouted across the animal clinic as you disappeared into the store cupboard leaving Scott to open the door to whoever was pummelling their fists against it.

Seconds later Scott rushed into the cupboard, shutting it quickly.

“Well who was it?”you called over your shoulder, reaching up to tidy one of the shelves you’d messed up.

“It’s Allison”he breathed out panicked.

“Allison as in the new girl? The one you have a crush on?”your eyebrow raised, a smirk growing on your face as you turned to face a very red cheeked Scott McCall.

“The same one, yes”Scott sent you a pleading look.

“Oh would you look at that, my shift is over and I have somewhere I really need to be”you chirped knowingly.

“But it’s a Saturday you don’t have any- you stared blankly at your not so smart best friend.

“Enjoy your evening my friend, and do me a favour”you grinned as you patted him on the shoulder.

“What’s that?”Scott asked expectantly.

“Ask Allison to Lydia’s party”you wiggled your eyebrows before leaving.

Scott dropped his hand to his side, you had been the one to set him and Allison up in the first place. You worked together in the clinic, spending most of your summers there earning money.

Your eyes glossed over as you approached the school bus. A figure stood still in front of it had caught your attention outside of the motel. As you drew closer you noticed it was Scott, he was under the spell you could tell by that empty look in his eyes.

In his hands he clutched a lit flare, he was covered from head to toe in gasoline. You gulped, a lump forming in your throat as you stepped towards him carefully.

“No, no no there’s no way”you mumbled as you held out your hand.

“There’s no hope”Scott cried out.

“Scott, this isn’t you I know it isn’t because you were the one who taught me that there is hope”you disagreed with him.

“There’s always hope”Allison continued.

“Not for me, Not for Derek”Scott was being tortured by the guilt.

“It wasn’t your fault Scott, Derek wasn’t your fault there was nothing you could do- it’s like you hold the weight of the world on your shoulders but you don’t have to do it alone we’re here to help you hold that weight. I’m here to help you Scott”you tried to stop him from hurting himself, tears falling down your face.

Scott began to register everyone’s words, clutching the flare closer to himself. The feeling of dread still running through his veins.

“Look, if you’re going to do this then I’m sorry but as your lifelong wing woman I think I’m gonna have to join you”you decided, stepping into the gasoline, followed closely by your other friends.

As Scott closed the door to the cage he felt like he’d let you down, he remembered that you were willing to die with him and he couldn’t even remember your existence. After everything you’d been through he had forgotten you.

“Scott?”Lydia checked in on him, worried as he’d been awfully quiet.

“I need more time”Scott requested as he opened the next cage.

“I don’t like this plan, but it’s the only way we can keep everyone safe whilst keeping an eye on the deadpool”Scott informed his pack who stood listening closely.

“Y/n, what do you think about the plan?”Scott turned to you.

“Me? It doesn’t matter what I think you’re the alpha and whatever you decide I’ll be right behind you- we all will be right behind you. I trust you”you replied quickly.

Within seconds Scott was opening yet another door.

“Where is she mom?! Where is y/n what the hell happened?!”Scott cursed as he fought his way towards the room you had been transferred to. Melissa gripped onto his arm gently, trying to calm him down as she guided him away from the front entrance.

“It’s okay, I’m looking after her you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her”she promised under hushed tones, settling her son down in the seat outside y/n’s room.

“I should have been there mom”Scott pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’re here now that’s all that matters, I’m sure she won’t hold it against you c’mon this is y/n we’re talking about”Ms.McCall stared forwards into your room checking up on you.

“I remember when the two of you were kids, y/n would run around with this doll that her mother had brought for her. She was infatuated with it and she never let it out of her sight. One day the two of you were playing in the backyard and you must’ve broken the head off this doll. Y/n forgave you in seconds, in fact I’m pretty sure she got angry with everyone else”Melissa reminisced, smiling lightly at the thought of you two being young again.

“The two of you, you’re pretty solid. You have been for years”Melissa left him with that thought before gaining the attention of one of her colleagues.

At this point Scott had remembered everything, you were his sister, not by blood but the two of you were soul siblings. You always had faith in him even when he didn’t have faith in himself. But inside he felt like a memory was missing, something important a moment that made him realise that the two of you would always be family no matter what.

He grew closer to the final memory, knowing that this was it.

You wiped your sleeve underneath your eyes, trying to wipe away an evidence that you’d been crying. Truth was you had been sobbing, for days on end. You couldn’t let Scott see you like this, you didn’t want him to think you were weak.

Melissa didn’t need to say anything as she opened the door, she simply brought you in for a tight hug and that was all you needed as she led you into the McCall house like she had done a million times before.

“He’s in the kitchen”Melissa motioned towards the kitchen door. You silently thanked her as you made your way towards Scott who was sat with his head burried in his hands.

You hadn’t seen much of him recently, not that you were blaming him everyone had taken their space for a while.

“Scott?”your voice came out hoarse and broken, watching as the alpha lifted his head revealing his own sore eyes, he hadn’t slept in days and it showed.

His eyes welled up with tears as soon as he caught sight of you and your lip began to tremble as you stormed towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His body vibrated in your arms as you cradled him, the two of you breaking down together.

“I know, I know”you sobbed, your head falling into his brown hair.

“I could have saved her, I could have saved Allison”he choked.

“Scott, Allison died knowing that we all loved her. You can’t blame yourself every time because it’s not your fault. I’m not going to sit by and let unnecessary guilt eat away at you. You can’t save everyone”You rubbed his back gently as he continued to cry.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around, you’re all hurting too and I just disappeared on you”Scott continued to apologise.

“Stop saying sorry, you need to be selfish sometimes-you’ve just lost your true love Scott, it’s okay to grieve it’s okay to cry and be angry you can’t always be the one to look after us”you explained, wiping your tear stained cheeks.

“We’ve got you Scott, I got you, just let us look after you for once”you felt Scott nod his head slowly and the two of you sat together in silence for hours after that, your occasional sniffles echoing around his kitchen.

Scott’s eyes widened as he found himself back in the bunker, he connected his eyes with Stiles briefly before flicking them over to the others who stood watching him.

“She’s family to me I mean I never had a younger sister technically but I did- I do have a sister and I forgot her. She’s going to kill me. We grew up together and all of those memories just vanished until now”Scott shuddered.

“It’s like I had a missing limb, and I just couldn’t figure out which part but everything makes sense now. We all need to remember and bring her home”Scott informed everyone.

“If you felt like you were missing a limb then imagine how I’ve been feeling”Stiles shook his head as he folded his arms.

“Well do you want to go next?”Lydia turned to Stiles.

“Certainly not”Stiles mumbled as he volunteered Liam by shoving him forwards slightly.

“I guess I’ll take his turn”Liam slowly made his way over to the seat where Scott has just sat.

Part 3

[kinetic-elaboration]

September 1: 3x06 Spectre of the Gun

Okay so, it might be a little early to declare myself a S3 apologist, since there are still a lot of eps I’ve never seen, but I feel like I’m pretty close..

This ep was so good!! Honestly I think it’s one of my faves. And perfect to usher in Spooky Season.

Honestly, this show really is my happy place. Just all the characters together on the bridge, on some kinda adventure, looking at weird space buoys and investigating stuff.

Again, this buoy looks like a Windows 98 screensaver.

Kirk keeps referring to Spock as “Science Officer.” Is he mad at him? Full of some particularly intense longing that requires him to put extra distance between them?

Excuse me, you address US as aliens? YOU’RE the aliens.

Hmmm, so it seems they’re not friendly.

It’s addressing them in different languages!!! I love it. Love the reminder that Uhura’s first language is not English,also.

“True telepaths are dangerous.” As opposed to fake telepaths like Vulcans lol?

The Melkotians withdrew immediately. They invented space travel, they saw space, and they said “not for us” and they turned around and left. McCoy would like them; they’d have a lot to gripe about together.

The welcome mat is NOT out.

“Unlike Mr. Scott’s transporter, this unit is not functioning.”

It legit looked like Spock put his hand on Kirk’s back there. Like he clearly raises it, but not far enough to be seen above Kirk, so like.. what was the point? Where did it go?

LEE CRONIN--oh no, flashbacks lol.

“We come in peace”--immediately pulls out gun.

I should have watched this when writing my Western fic.

Just bits and pieces of a Western town... and a completely red sky...

The guns are “crude but dangerous.” If only Sulu were here; he’d love this.

An announcement with a specific time and place on it--that’s a very precise detail to just pull from their minds. Must have come from Kirk’s, that nerd. Maybe Spock. But probably Kirk.

“Because my ancestors pioneered the American frontier.” I mean did they really get to the frontier? Or just... the Midwest?

Maybe it’s actually because he’s a cowboy at heart?

Aliens using his own ancestral sins as the pattern for his own death for breaking their law IS a great (possibly partially unintended) idea. Oh also, if they think that Kirk and co. are here to ‘tame’ or colonize them, then the Western setting makes even more sense--you’re no different from your ancestors, you came somewhere new and brought lawlessness and violence and death, but not this time!

Can you believe Kirk knows all of these details about the OK Corral? NERD.

Spock is so proud of himself for knowing the phrase “had it out.” Look, I used slang correctly!

These are some creative aliens.

“We know death is real here.” Or is it? They’re literally telepaths guys.

Hmmm, this building doesn’t need a roof I think. - The aliens probably

Can’t believe Scotty thinks his usual is his actual usual lol. You’re going to drink bourbon and like it!

Kirk and Spock look so good together.

They’re obviously Chekov’s disapproving parents.

“The day is still young, Ensign.” I don’t remember the exact context of this but Spock is SO judgmental.

What is Kirk doing? This guy is a hallucination; he won’t be convinced by touching some cloth. There’s nothing to convince! He’s only a Concept.

“Have you seen clothes like this?” / “Yes.” / “Where?” / “On the Claytons!” Comedy gold.

Kirk really thinks he can charm his way out of anything. Hmmm, maybe if I just talk nicely to the Earps, they won’t kill us.

“In small amounts, it [bourbon] was considered medicinal.” Lol.

Scotty is becoming a bourbon guy!

“Mr. Chekov is inVOLVed” lol. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

“A lot of people and things have tried to kill me.” No need to brag.

THAT’S how you make a city limits sign. Put a dead animal skull on top. I live quite close to a city limits sign and I think it could use a cow skull.

Western Cossacks!!

Poisonous snakes and cactus plants. That really distills the Aesthetic down to its core.

This is a good Kirk episode. He’s really being a good Captain: coming up with different ideas, being creative, pushing his crew to brainstorm.

Bones and his tranqs again.

Bones meets his old nemesis: Old Timey Medicine.

Why was Doc Holiday just...chilling in his own dentist chair? (My mom suggested: power nap. Let’s go with that. Power nap + ability for optimally dramatic entrance.)

Also I can’t believe McCoy just goes into this guy’s practice and starts helping himself to all the serious drugs.

Chekov definitely isn’t the marrying kind.

RIP Chekov.

Bones does not sound very sympathetic here. Jim, get over it, he just died, whatever.

And then two seconds later he turns around and tells Spock he’s not sad enough! You can’t win.

“We all knew the risk when we joined the service.”

“My feelings are not a subject for discussion.” !!!!!!! This line!!

“You worked closely with him.” Yes! Chekov is his protege!

“Bones, Scotty, stop bullying Spock.” <-- not an actual quote but it might as well be.

If this were AOS, Spock would already be choking Bones out.

Whoops, no one told Chekov he wasn’t supposed to die!

“Let’s organize! Let’s form an anti-Earp union!”

“I can’t kill them!” he says in a mad rage.

I mean, it is important, though. That’s not what he does.

Kirk is /disgusted/ by lawlessness and frontier justice. What a Rebel TM.

I feel like Bones was waiting for the gotcha moment when Spock compliments him. “Saying nice things about me? That’s not how this relationship works!”

“Nothing can go wrong.” / “Up to now, everything has gone wrong.” He has a point.

That pause before Spock admitted it hasn’t been tested lol--they don’t want to admit it.

“[The bourbon’s] for the pain.” / “But this is painless.” / “You should have told me that before.” The unexpected comedy stylings of Scotty and Spock.

It doesn’t work--guess Spock’s got to take back that compliment now.

“Captain, you don’t understand--they’ve been telepaths the whole time which we already knew!”

“We’re not going to move from the spot.” * is immediately in a different spot * Well I mean at least he’s trying. He’s doing his best!

Love the OK Corral sign also. Weirdly creepy. With its accompanying horse.

Spock doesn’t have any hips for the holster to rest on.

“What did Chekov die of?” / “A piece of lead in his body.” That would do it.

If the tranquilizer should have been effective, does that mean Scotty is actually passed out right now?

Honestly, this is all so spooky. TRUE Western Horror Ghost Vibes.

Also very trippy. If you don’t believe it... it’s not real... some kinda weird chicken and the egg argument regarding our belief in the truth of physical laws idk but it sounds good. Spock brings it home.

Even with the wind whipping around him, Kirk is SO in love. His absolutely adoring expression... So soft...

“Very well, Sir, I’ll meld with you again. Not that I particularly want to. It will be a sacrifice. But I’ll manage. Even though you’re such a dynamic individual haha ha I’m fine I’m cool.”

I feel like Scotty is NOT into the mind meld. He looks terrified. Maybe he should have saved the bourbon for this occasion.

I know the mind meld is supposed to be a replacement for on screen hypnotism...but is this not hypnotism? Like even more than past uses? In this case, Spock is leaving them with suggestions that he wants to continue AFTER the meld, as opposed to, like, efficiently sharing information or giving immediate suggestions. And the scenes themselves are very creepy and...hypnotic.

Kirk’s patented move: WHOLE BODY ATTACK.

Well, we wrapped that up right quick.

Did they... never actually leave the bridge? Or even navigate past the buoy? This actually brings up a lot of questions as to when the aliens started the hallucinations, what their bodies looked like to the rest of the crew, and how they woke up--since there’s obviously been a bit of a time skip, as Bones is already examining Chekov.

Lol at Chekov, saved by horniness. “Nothing but the girl was real to him.”

“A vast alliance of fellow creatures who all believe in the same thing...”

Kirk’s vision of the utopian future is so powerful, he’s effectively gotten the welcome mat put back out.

A personal question? Kirk is intrigued.

Ah, but it’s just another excuse for Spock to be a hypocrite--how did humans survive? How did VULCANS survive? And for the show to remind us of its utopian vision of the future... we will move past violence, we will prove ourselves attractive to and worth of new alien friends.

Then McCoy walks out so Kirk and Spock can have their Moment. He undoubtedly knows what’s up.

So this ep was shown one day before the anniversary of the shootout at the OK Corral AND on Halloween week. It is very much a spooky season episode. So surreal and strange. Ghostly.

I know using sets rather than on location shoots, and not even building whole sets, was a budgetary issue but tbqh I think it worked in the ep’s favor. It added to the alien feeling of it and was an accidentally creative way of showing that these images were pulled from Kirk’s mind.

This felt like a very Classic S1-ish ep to me. I think it’s because Kirk was foregrounded as the Captain/hero and we get to see not just his intelligence and creativity and leadership but also his compassion and his moral core. He IS the values of the series, personified, and that was clear here.

But we also got to see lots of him and Spock, casually working as a pair, and the use of the rest of the landing party crew was very deft also. I loved that there was time to mock Chekov’s horniness, to talk about Spock and Chekov’s professional relationship, to joke around with Scotty, to show more of the Spock and Bones dynamic.

Again, great sci fi concept. I think this would have been another possible inspo for my Pirate AU if I’d seen it in time (although I think I picked a good mission-concept ultimately). I’m fascinated by the Melkotians: who are they? What do they really look like? Do they communicate any other way but telepathically? Are they corporeal? What is their planet like? And most importantly, what experience lead them to be so isolationist? They specifically refer to the aliens as “disease” coming into their home. And it’s when Kirk shows himself to be fundamentally nonviolent even in the face of his own death, they let the Enterprise through.

Basically, I always enjoy hints of alien societies that bring up more questions for me than answers. I love speculating about it.

The next two eps I’ve seen and remember well and I know they’re classics. I’m really looking forward to them!

[takadasaiko]

Home For Christmas (a Keen2 one shot for the Blacklist Secret Santa)

Good morning and Merry Christmas, @blacklister214! I’m your secret santa this year! I hope you’re having a fantastic Christmas and that you enjoy  :D

FFN II AO3

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Home for Christmas

Her day had been set. It would start with kissing her daughter goodbye and sending her to a playdate as Liz used one of her rare days off to turn the apartment into a Christmas wonderland. She had plans. Lights and tinsel and stockings, elves sitting on a new surface every morning and dozens of meticulously wrapped Christmas presents under a tree that reached to the ceiling that made Agnes squirm in anticipation to open them. Just like Liz had as a little girl. She couldn’t remember Christmas with her mother - there was a good chance that they didn’t celebrate it in any way that was at all traditional - and she only had a fractured memory of picking out a tree with her father one year, but Sam had bent over backwards to make it special, and this year, after everything, Liz wanted Agnes to remember this as one of her favourites.  She had been digging through Christmas ornaments to find one of the few that had lasted through all the years and all the chaos, her fingers latching onto the little gingerbread man that Tom had pieced together along with his third graders a couple of  lifetimes ago, when her phone had rung.

The senator’s life is in danger.

Six words had brought her Christmas plans to a crashing halt. She should have been wrapping presents, not listening to Reddington dance around the fact that didn’t actually care about Senator Calloway himself, it was the team hired to kidnap him that he was after. After a heated conversation he had admitted that they had taken some people of his overseas and he needed them back. Two birds, one stone, Liz’s Christmas plans be damned.

But it wasn’t like they could just turn down the case with the New York senator’s life on the line.

At least he had had time to get his decorations up. Liz let out a low whistle as she looked up at the beautifully decorated home with its holly covered gates and snow lined driveway, and she tried to push down at the agitation. In and out. All they had to do was get Calloway to a safe location. If Red wanted the kidnappers, he’d have to get them himself. That wasn’t and couldn’t be their goal. This needed to be quick.

“She won’t even remember it, Keen,” Ressler offered as they worked their way up the icy driveway.

“That’s the point, I want her to remember it, and not because something insane happened.” After everything they had been through, they all deserved a good Christmas.

She watched Ressler open his mouth, but it snapped shut again as Park approached. “We have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Calloway doesn’t want us here.”

Ressler frowned. “And he couldn’t say that before we flew out here?”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Liz huffed. “He’s in danger, if he wants to admit it or not.”

“Apparently he hired his own people,” Park explained. “Private firm. Some kind of connection with the owners of the company or something.”

That sounded suspiciously familiar. Liz signalled for them to wait a moment as she pulled her cell out and hit the fist number on her speed dial. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. She thought it was going to roll to voicemail before a familiar - albeit distracted - voice answered. “Hey, babe. Still working. I’m going to have to call you back.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be working a special job as a favour a senator called into Scottie, would you?” Liz asked, ignoring Ressler’s raised eyebrow to the side.

Tom paused on the other end of the line and she could practically hear him assessing the situation. “Get a tip from the usual source?”

“He’s in danger, Tom. Let us help him.”

“You and I both know it’s not that simple if he’s involved.”

“No, but let me handle the man in the hat. You’ve been hired to protect Calloway and we can help with that. It’s our job to help with that.”

She heard him pull in a breath on the other end of the line and loose it in a sigh. “Liz, it’s not my --”  A sound cut him off and she heard Tom shout at someone. There was a moment, another shout, and she found her knuckles going white as she gripped the phone. “You have your team with you?” he demanded and it took her half a beat to register that he was talking to her.

“Ressler and Park.”

“Meet us at the garage around the east side of the house.”

The call ended and her gaze swept the seemingly quiet grounds. “They’re already here.”

Neither Ressler or Park argued the statement and the three of them drew their guns as they circled around to the eastern side of the house. It looked more like a small hanger with the drive winding up the side of the house and around the back to what must have been another exit. Well, at least she hoped it was another exit. If these guys were half as good as Reddington had indicated they needed more than one way out or they’d get cut off. They certainly didn’t want to get into a firefight and pinned down.

“Hey, is that one of your husband’s people?” Park asked, motioning to a prone figure on the ground.

Liz frowned and shook her head. “Doesn’t look like Halcyon equipment.” Which meant that someone had already taken a  shot. Great.

“Cooper’s sending backup,” Ressler said quietly as they approached and Liz saw the cell phone in his hand. Ahead of them, Tom was circled up with the Grey Matters field team around Senator Calloway. Matias Solomon offered a cheeky wave as they approached and Liz struggled not to pop off at him.

Calloway turned as they approached. “I told you that I didn’t want the FBI to --”

Tom squared his shoulders. “I can personally guarantee whatever you’re trying to hide, Senator, they’ve seen worse and they won’t care.” His dark gaze flickered out to the grounds. “We need an exit. Three cars should be enough to keep them guessing.”

“And you want one of us to get behind the wheel with him?” Ressler growled, nodding towards Solomon who blew him a kiss in response.

“You haven’t done anything to piss me off this week and - still no clue why - Nez actually gets along with him, so let’s avoid unnecessary complications.” He tossed a set of keys to Park as Nez disappeared behind the vehicles. “That leaves you with us, Senator.”

The older man looked between Liz and Tom. “I’d rather --”

“Non-negotiable.”

There was a moment where it looked like Calloway might argue. They didn’t have time for this. If the infiltrating kidnappers didn’t know that one of their own had been taken out by Halcyon, they would soon, and the last thing they needed was a shootout.

“We’re set,” Nez called, tossing three license plates to the ground and Solomon was already in the driver’s seat of one of the three identical SUVs.

Tom took hold of Calloway by the jacket collar and dragged him towards the one on the far right that was angled at the exit. Liz started after him, movement catching her attention just past them. Well, there went all hope of getting out cleanly. “Down!” she shouted and Tom dropped instantly, pulling the senator with him as bullets whizzed past. She returned fire and took their attacker down before launching forward and into the passenger’s seat of the waiting vehicle as Tom circled around to the driver’s seat.

Tires squealed as she righted herself, the door slamming closed behind her and she reached for the window. It didn’t roll down and she spotted Tom’s left hand going back to the wheel as he took a hard left out of the back gate. “Did you lock the window?” she demanded.

“You have a history of leaning halfway out them to take your shot. Hey,” he snapped, his dark blue gaze flickering to the rearview mirror. “Stay down.”

Calloway quirked an eyebrow in the back seat. “Me or her?”  

“You,” both Keens answered at once and if the look on the senator’s face was anything to go by, he realized that there would be no turning them against each other.

“Take it you’ve worked together before?” he grumbled.

Tom’s lips stretched into a lopsided smile and she resisted the urge to slug him in the arm. Part of her wanted to remind him to focus, but it was quickly losing to the part of her that felt the rush of excitement at being able to work together. When he’d decided to take on a full time role at Halcyon they’d had to set some ground rules to keep their professional lives from destroying their personal one. Those ground rules had worked well so far and, for the most part, kept their teams on separate cases. It had been ages since they’d had a chance to work together, but now - even as they flew down the road with a less-than-cooperative senator in the back and a team of professional kidnappers on their bumper - there was a thrill to it. They were both excellent at their jobs, they both enjoyed their jobs. Maybe they should rethink those ground rules from time to time.

Her phone buzzed and Liz glanced down to see a text from Ressler laying out the route that their backup was driving. “Tom, take a right up here.”

“You mean follow the streets to the most likely roadblock the feds would set up?”

“That’s our backup.”

“You trust me?”

“I do, but --”

“Then hold on.” He spun the wheel hard in the opposite direction and Liz could have sworn it tipped a little to the side before righting itself on all four wheels and Tom hit the gas down the narrow alley.

“Hey, we didn’t lose them,” Calloway said from the back and Liz glanced around to see the car that had been chasing them slammed into reverse to follow. There was more distance between them now, but they could make that up.

Tom turned again and then immediately again into a dead end. Liz bit her tongue, reminding herself that she trusted him as he killed the engine. She pulled in a breath, her question riding out on it as she released it. “They’ll be back.”

“Nah. Nez and Solomon are waiting on the main street. They’ll spot them and think they’re still chasing us. They’ll lead them right to the roadblock.”

“Ressler wouldn’t have sent them the location.”

Her husband shot her an amused look. “It’s cute you think he has to.”

Right. She was starting to remember one of the many reasons they had decided to avoid working together. “You’re just going to give us the kidnapping ring?”

“I don’t have any use for them. Either you do or you’ll toss them in a hole. If I remember the ground rules right, I’m not supposed to ask which.” She wondered if it had been that obvious what she was thinking as her lips curled up at the corners and he offered her a wink before turning back to Calloway. “Scottie’d like a word with you if you’re up for it.”

“I imagine she would,” the senator said darkly.

“Any chance you’ll tell me what that means?”

Tom snorted a laugh. “I don’t ask, you don’t ask.”

“I’m really starting to reconsider those rules.”

“You won’t when we’re both drowning in paperwork all evening. Weren’t you supposed to be off today?”

“Don’t remind me,” Liz sighed, slouching down in her seat and, as Tom restarted to SUV, they could hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

----

He had not been wrong about the paperwork. After arriving at Halcyon’s New York City HQ and delivering the senator there, Liz had been shuffled onto a private jet and flown back to DC where she’d been met by more paperwork than she thought she’d seen in her whole career. When she talked to him on the phone, it sounded like Tom wasn’t faring much better, but he did offer to call to make sure Shelly’s mom knew Agnes would be staying a little later than they’d planned for the day.

The sun had set by the time Cooper all but kicked her out, telling her that the paperwork would likely be shredded anyway if Halcyon had their way. He’d call her if he needed clarity on any of it and Liz had called Tom on her way home. The call rolled over the voicemail and she felt her spirits drop as she pulled into the parking garage under the building and thought about the scattered decorations that were still lying all around the apartment. It would have been better if she hadn’t even gotten started on the decorations, but now not only did she not have a Christmas wonderland for her kid, she had to tuck everything away into hiding places so that she could try again.

She trudged up four flights of stairs and fished her keys out of her purse. The lock didn’t turn and she resisted the urge to immediately go for her gun, letting her hand hover as she pushed the door open.

The first thing she saw was a string of lights down the hallway. They lined the hall, circling around the doorframes and dipping down between them. She followed them in, eyes wide and smile tugging slowly into place as she entered the living room to see everything she’d wanted to set up. The tree was up and decorated, presents wrapped and tucked away under it, and the empty boxes the decorations had been in were stacked neatly in the corner. “Tom?” she called out, finding her husband at the turntable in the corner. He flipped the record over and repositioned the needle so that Bing Crosby’s I’ll be Home for Christmas filled the apartment. “I thought you were swamped too.”

He turned, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. “Okay, I know we have a no lying rule, but does it count if it was so I could surprise you and knew you’d get the truth anyway?”

A laugh escaped her and she met him where he was, her arms wrapping around his middle and she laced her fingers together to hold him there. “I want to say no, but that could be a slippery slope right there.”

“I know how much you were looking forward to getting all of this ready for Agnes and when I saw you there today…”

“I didn’t think you even remembered.”

“I’m not that tunnel visioned,” he argued.

Liz snorted a laugh, tipped up on her toes, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “This is perfect.”

“Good. I mean, it may not be an all-the-lights-go-out-and-we-decorate-in-the-dark kind of Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you had the Christmas you wanted for Agnes.”

“And you.”

He inched closer, those dark blue eyes of his holding her gaze in a way that could still make her stomach flutter. “As long as I have the two of you, that’s all I need.”

“Speaking of….”

“Apparently ice skating went a little longer than planned, but she should be back by dinner time.”

“Did you already start?”

“Cooking. Not yet, did you want --?”

Liz loosed her grip on him just long enough to reposition one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet her in a kiss. She held him there, feeling his own hands move to her hips before he shifted just enough to pull her feet off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. Finally they had to break, both a little short of breath, and she found the man she loved staring up at her. “We can always order in,” he managed.

“Like you read my mind.” She leaned down again, the kiss soft and sweet. “I love you.”

He let her slide down to stand, his gaze locked with hers. “You too. Merry Christmas.”

The day hadn’t turned out exactly how she’d expected it, but somehow, after everything, it had been better. They deserved that. Between the close calls and the unbelievable pain that they had shared over the years, they deserved a little peace with their family. As Liz slipped her hand into his and pulled him close, everything else washed away.

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Exploring a New World (8/30)

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader

A/N: Sorry this chapter kind of sucks. It’s a filler... I’m definitely going to be fixing this chapter soon to add more Y/n in it. You don’t even need to say anything about how crappy this one is because trust me I know this one sucks lol.

Once you along with Kirk and Scotty were led onto the bridge by the officers, Spock marched his way over. He brought his attention to the soaked man beside you and asked, “who are you?”

“I’m with him,” Scotty said.

“He’s with me,” Kirk responded simultaneously.

“We are travelling at warp speed,” Spock remarked. “How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?”

“You're the genius, you figure it out,” Kirk retorted.

“As acting captain of this vessel, I order you to answer the question.”

“Well I'm not telling, acting captain,” Kirk stated. “What now? That doesn't frustrate you, does it? My lack of cooperation, that doesn't make you angry?” You and Mr. Scott gave each other a confused look at Kirk’s response.

Spock ignored Kirk as he brought his attention to Mr. Scott and asked, “are you a member of Starfleet?”

“Yes. Can I get a towel,” Scotty asked.

“Under penalty of court martial I order you to explain to me how you were able to beam aboard the ship while moving at warp.”

“Well-”

“Don't answer him,” Kirk interjected.

“You will answer me,” Spock ordered.

Mr. Scott hesitated to which you immediately blurted out to him, “don’t take sides right now.”

“And you doctor, I expected better actions as you are the daughter of a captain.”

“Wha- I was only-“ you started.

Kirk interrupted you as he said, “she didn’t do anything wrong so leave her out of this.” He took a step towards Spock acting as a barrier, “what is it with you, Spock? Your planet was just destroyed, your mother murdered, and you're not even upset.”

“If you are presuming that these experiences in any way impede my ability to command this ship you are mistaking,” Spock informed.

“And yet you were the one who said fear was necessary for command,” Kirk continued. “I mean, did you see his ship? Did you see what he did?”

“Yes, of course, I did.”

“So are you afraid or aren't you?”

“I will not allow you to lecture me about the merits of emotion.”

“Then why don't you stop me?”

“Step away from me Mr. Kirk.”

“What is it like not to feel anger? Or heartbreak? Or the need to stop at nothing to avenge the death of the woman who gave birth to you.”

“Okay, Kirk you need to cool it,” you warned.

“Back away from me.”

“You feel nothing! It must not even compute for you. You never loved her,” Kirk yelled.

Spock roared and punched Kirk across his face. They fought for a bit until the Vulcan got the upper hand and pushed Kirk over a control board and proceeded in chocking the blond.

“Spock, stop it. You’re killing him,” you shouted.

Spock didn’t budge until he heard the voice of his father behind him who only called his name. Spock slowly took a step back then reported, “doctor I am no longer fit for duty. I hereby relinquish my command based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time, and date and the ships log.”

As Spock left, all the crew that remained on the bridge stood still while staring at each other in silence. “I like this ship,” Mr. Scott said aloud disrupting the silence with a bright smile. “You know it’s exciting.”

“Well, congratulations Jim,” Leonard said. “Now we have no captain and no goddamn first officer to replace him.”

“Oh no,” you mumbled to yourself as you remembered one of the final orders given by your father.

“Yeah, we do,” Kirk made public.

“What,” Leonard asked as the blond made his way to the captain’s chair and sat onto it.

“Pike made him first officer,” you informed.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Leonard stated.

“I wish I was,” you gave a small chuckle.

Kirk looked at you both and gave a small nod, “thanks for the support guys.”

Nyota walked up to Kirk, “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Captain.”

Kirk sighed, “so do I.”

“You’ll do great, why else would he pick you,” you said as you gave him a reassuring smile causing his lips to curl up. You turned to Scotty as you clapped your hands and called out, “alright Scotty, come with me. We’ll get you that towel and some fresh clothes.”

~

“Whatever the case, we need to get aboard Nero’s ship undetected,” Kirk divulged.

Leonard said, “we can’t just go in there guns blazing, Jim.”

“Especially not with their technology,” you added.

“I’m telling you, the math doesn’t support what you’re suggesting,” Sulu stated.

“Captain Kirk. Captain Kirk,” Chekov called out as he approached the group.

“Yes, Mr. Chekov. What is it,” Kirk asked.

“Based on the Narada’s course from Vulcan, I have projected that Nero will travel past Saturn. Like you said, we need to stay invisible to Nero or he’ll destroy us. If Mr. Scott can get us to warp factor 4, and if we drop out of warp behind one of Saturn’s moons, say, Titan, the magnetic distortion from the planet’s rings will make us invisible to Nero’s sensors. From there, as long as the drill is not actuated, we can beam aboard the enemy ship.”

“Aye, that might work.” Scotty chimed in which still drying himself off with a towel.

Leonard frowned in confusion, “wait a minute, kid. How old are you?”

“Seventeen, sir,” Chekov happily replied.

“Oh, good, he’s seventeen,” Leonard repeated to Kirk.

“You be quiet,” you said as you smacked Leonard’s chest. “The kid’s smarter than you anyways.” In response, Leonard nudged your shoulder playfully.

“Doctor,” Spock said bringing everyone’s attention to the Vulcan. “Mr. Chekov is correct. I can confirm his telemetry. If Mr. Sulu is able to maneuver us into position, I can beam aboard Nero’s ship, and steal back the black hole device. And if possible, bring back Captain Pike.”

Kirk slightly shook his head as he replied, “I won’t allow you to do that, Mr. Spock.”

Spock smirked, “Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry. Our cultural similarities will make it easier for me to access the ship’s computer to locate the device. Also, my mother was human which makes earth the only home I have left.”

Kirk took a step towards Spock, “then I am coming with you.

“I would cite regulation, but I know you will simply ignore it,” Spock said as he cocked his head to the slightly.

Kirk chucked, “see? We are getting to know each other.” He then smacked Spock’s shoulder and walked past him to the exit of the bridge.

“Kirk,” you said as you sped towards the blond. “Can I come along as well?” He opened his mouth to object, but you interrupted him before he could say anything. “Before you start, nothing you say will stop me. I’m only asking because I’d rather not go against your orders.” Kirk hesitated as he pondered for a moment. “Please James. He’s my father,” you pleaded. Kirk’s shoulders dropped as he sighed then nodded.

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Run, Run, Run!

Chapter Four

It had been a month since Brian’s arrival, and he was really starting to settle in with the pack. They were all, mostly, friendly and accepting. They treat him like a real living thing, not an object. That was a nice, fresh change. 

Evan had gone through the trouble of buying Brian a phone and laptop, of which he couldn't be more grateful for. He brought up the idea of going out and getting a job, everyone seemed to think it was better for him to stay inside.

This made Brian slightly annoyed, but he understood where they were coming from. He just wished there was a way he could contribute more. He did his fair share of chores, sometimes stealing others. A part of this was also because he was a little bored.

He currently sat on his laptop in his room, just perched up on his bed. It was before noon, and he woke up not long ago. From what he could smell, most people were out today. Jon and Brock are out every weekday due to being teachers, same with Jarren and Tyler. Though they both would occasionally get days off during the week. Everyone else's schedules would change every few weeks. Evan was home most days, but would go to his studio three days a week at minimum.

Brian let out a yawn as he just scrolled mindlessly. He was looking through the news, but soon got bored of that. He set up a few social media accounts, with the help of Ryan, and was now looking on twitter. As he didn’t have many followers or anything of the sort, it was quite boring.

Being as bored as he was, he decided to get out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, having only slept in a shirt and boxers. He brushed a hand through his bed hair then exited his room. 

He walked down to the kitchen, not running into anyone. That was, until he was in the kitchen. Tyler stood there, a cup of coffee in his hands, looking half asleep. He stood up straighter when he heard someone enter, looking over at Brian.

Brian smiled shyly. He still felt a little uncomfortable around the tall alpha. “Relax, I’m not going to spill any coffee. As long as you promise to not spill yours on me.” Brian saw a small smile on Tyler’s face. He walked over to the machine, beginning to make his own coffee.

Feeling eyes on him, he raised an eyebrow at the alpha. Tyler shrugged, acting innocent. Brian narrowed his eyes, but turned back to his coffee making. Truth be told, Tyler was once again admiring the Irishman's ass.

They heard someone else enter the room, and they both looked up. It was David, looking even more tired than the other two combined.  He walked over, stealing Brian’s freshly made coffee, ignoring his protests, and taking several large gulps.

“Shit that’s hot,” David mumbled, pulling the cup away and putting it down. Brian frowned, starting to make another coffee. “Thank’s Bri.”

“You’re welcome, ass,” Brian grumbled. “Have a big night or something?”

“Yeah, stayed pretty late at the restaurant,” David’s accent was thick and heavy as he was so tired. Brian’s was much the same, but David just had a deeper voice. “Some dumbass fucked up, so we had to do a bunch of shit. We lost a lot of meat.”

“That’s no good,” Brian frowned at the other, now a little more forgiving over the coffee stealing. He looked up at the taller and couldn’t help but smile. David was clearly very tired, his eyes still half shut. His hair was a mess, ahd his clothes were very disheveled. He had some stubble on his face that just made everything better.

“Wait,” Tyler interrupted. He was silent during the two Irishmen’s conversation, but felt jealousy in his gut when he saw that smile Brian gave David. “Bri?”

“Oh, I didn’t even notice,” David rubbed an eye. He lifted his drink up, blowing on it, then taking a sip. “Sorry.”

“I-I didn’t mind!” Brian interjected quickly. He had finished making his coffee, and shot a glare to the door. If anyone else came in and stole another coffee from him, he was going to riot. 

“Well good,” As David said this, he ruffled Brian’s hair. Brian felt his cheeks burn, and looked down at the coffee in his hand. “What about you Tyler? You look real tired.” 

Tyler glared at David’s hand in Brian’s hair. Why he felt this way, he doesn’t know. He does know, he doesn’t like it. “Just a shitty sleep,” Tyler grumbled. He quickly finished the rest of his drink then started walking away.

“Tyler! Are you alright?” Brain had called out to the alpha, and the alpha couldn’t resist those diamond blue eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine, Bri,” He just wanted to try out the nickname. It was nice, but the omega deserved better. “I’m gonna go play some games, if anyone needs me.”

Brian watched as Tyler left, frowning more. Though, upon the alpha also using that nickname, his face heated up more. He shook his head. Brian blew on his coffee then brought it to his lips, taking a long sip.

He looked over at the beta next to him, who looked like he was about to fall asleep in his coffee. Brian suppressed a laugh.

~~~~~

A few people ended up being home before late afternoon, and Brian was now helping Ryan and John in the kitchen. They were making dinner, and upon Ryan’s mates request, it was spaghetti and meatballs.

Brian and John were currently in charge of rolling the meatballs while Ryan did literally everything else. They offered to do more help, but Ryan was determined. Music was playing softly in the background, playing some classic old rock.

“So, Brian,” John turned to the Irishman. “You’re enjoying it here so far?”

“Mhm!” Brian nodded his head. “You’re all so nice, how couldn’t I be comfortable?”

“Even with angry alpha storming around all the time?” John joked. He pouted as he messed up on a meatball, having to redo it.

“I’m sure it’s that Kelly,” Ryan joins in on the teasing. “Getting him all riled up after a long day,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“First of all- ew,” John shook his head in disgust. “Apparently he debunked that, David said he’s not interested in her in that way.”

“Oh,” Ryan nods his head slowly. A smirk slips on to his features. “So, someone else could have a chance with him? Say, our own little omega?” He winks at Brian, who flushes and starts stuttering.

John laughed, messing up yet another meatball. He didn’t care. “Brian’s face!” He calmed down, wheezing now and again. “Come on dude, have you seen those looks he’s been giving you?”

“He wants to mount you.”

“Ryan!” Brian had his face hid in his hands, feeling it burning. Even his ears were burning. He heard cackling from the other two. “Its- no.. what?” Brian shook his head, trying to focus back on the meatballs. “Tyler still doesn’t like me.”

“Doubt,” Ryan mutters.

After John calmed down from the cackling, he spoke up. “Ryan, you and Luke fuck like rabbits. I don’t know how he keeps up- that’s not my point. I mean, Ryan knows when someone wants to fuck someone.”

Ryan smirks cockily. “Damn right we do,” He turns to Brian, pointing a spoon in his face. “That alpha wants you.”

“What alpha wants Brian?” Luke walked into the kitchen. He stepped behind Ryan, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his neck. “Mm, smells good.”

“You’re home early,” Ryan spun around in his boyfriend's arms. He leaned up a bit, pecking Luke’s lips. “Tyler wants to mount Brian.”

“Yeah but, David also wants to mount Brian,” Scotty appeared, out of seemingly thin air. He stuck his finger into Ryan’s sauce, only to be slapped with a spoon. He whined, rubbing his hand as he sucked the sauce off his finger. “When I was working with him- He compared a fish’s scales to Brian’s eyes.”

“This is so gay,” John snorted. “Brian has both an alpha, and a beta after him. What will he do?”

“Die,” Brian groaned out, his face bright red. The four around him laughed. “I’m sure you guys are just imagining things.”

“No I agree, Tyler definitely wants to mount you,” Luke agrees with his boyfriend. Luke was Evan’s third. “I was hanging out with the dude the other day, and seemed so sexually frustrated. Then started talking about an auburn wolf that sparkles.”

Brian focused on his meatballs, not the blush on his cheeks. He pushed the others' words out of his head, not believing them. The attention, if it was real, was nice. Yet, he just didn’t know how to feel. Also, two guys!? Two, very attractive, tall, guys.

~~~~~

Everyone was home for dinner tonight, a fact which made Ryan more nervous. Though, he was mainly focusing on pleasing his mate. It came around to dinner, and the two who were helping earlier, were still helping.

John was going around, setting up the table. He was grumbling as he did so, complaining that this felt just like work. Ryan threatened to pour hot sauce in his eyes. Brian was subjected to going and telling everyone dinner was about to be served.

Half of the group were in the living room, so he told all of them. They smiled and gave him thanks before heading to the dining room. A few more were in the games room, and he told them. They said they were just going to finish their game. Two more people. Brain gulped. David and Tyler.

After the interaction with them in the kitchen, he felt nervous. Then the teasing from John, Scotty, Ryan and Luke just made him more paranoid. Everyone had little decorations on their doors, so it was pretty easy to find the rooms. He went to David first, knowing the beta doesn’t have a temper.

The decoration outside David’s room made Brian laugh. It was a large rainbow, and instead of gold pots at the ends, it was potatoes. It had ‘David’ in scribble writing across the rainbow. Brian knocked on the door softly.

“Gimme a sec!” Was heard through the door. Brian knew he could just tell him what he came to say, but he could hear the beta rushing around his room to get to the door. The door opened and David stood there with a wide grin, his hair was wet, some droplets dripping down his face. “What’s up Bri?”

“Dinners ready,” Was Brian’s quiet answer. His eyes flickered up to David’s, then he looked away shyly. “Better get down there soon before Ryan starts going all were-rabbit.”

“Were-rabbit?” David questioned, tilting his head as he tried not to laugh.

“The Wallace and Gromit movie,” Brian rubbed the back of his neck. “They compared Ryan to a rabbit, and I thought of that,” David burst out laughing. He told the omega he’d be down after he dried his hair, so Brian went to tell Tyler. 

He was a little more nervous to speak to the alpha, which was to be expected. The decoration on Tyler’s door confused him slightly, but like David’s, made him laugh. It was a pig in an old farm truck, driving. He wore a crown and a fluffy coat. The side of the truck had ‘Wildcat’. Below that, it said ‘Piss off, it’s Tyler’. Brian snorted. He knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, surprising Brian. There stood Tyler, looking only mildly annoyed. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. He was sweating, and panting, and, Brian had to look away quickly. He stared at the hardwood floor beneath his shoes. 

“What?” Tyler grunted out. “I was in the middle of doing weights. Can I do anything for you?” Tyler’s smell started to hit Brian’s nose and he had to straighten out his mind.

He cleared his throat harshly and looked up at Tyler. He had to count in his head. He was on suppressants, but that doesn’t mean his heat won’t come. Maybe his heat was coming up and that’s why this sweaty alpha was in front of him. Brian knew if he dared look at the sweatpants, he would most definitely send himself into a heat. 

“It’s dinner time,” Brian finally spoke. Tyler raised an eyebrow at him. Brian rolled his eyes. “Come down for dinner, Ty. Before Ryan has our asses.”

“Ty?” Tyler mumbled. No one had ever really bothered giving Tyler a nickname, maybe that chick from the mechanic. Brian made it sound less filthy though. He was sure the omega could make it the good kind of filthy. Tyler had to take a step back. “Yeah, okay. I’ll just- be down in a bit,” Then he shut the door.

Brian frowned at the closed the door. That was a bit rude. He huffed but went back downstairs to the kitchen. Ryan then ordered him and John to get everyone drinks, to which they both groaned.

So they went to the dining room. Everyone was there except David and Tyler, but Brian knew that. So they went through and asked what everyone wanted. Evan wanted Strawberry lemonade, Jon tried to ask for a milkshake but Brian threatened to just give him milk and ice cream in a wine glass, so he went with a strawberry lemonade as well.

Brock wanted mineral water, John gagged, Anthony wanted a beer, Scotty and Marcel wanted the same, Luke wanted whiskey, Ryan yelled at him from the kitchen so he changed it to a beer, and Jarren wanted a lemonade with three ice cubes. John could have hit him.

So John and Brian went back to the kitchen to get everyone's drinks. Brian ran into David along the way, who asked for a beer. Running into Tyler, he asked for the same. Brian called everyone alcoholics, then decided he would also have a beer.

“Not like they have beer all the time,” John said as he pulled beers out of the drinks fridge and handed them to Brian, who put them on the counter behind him. “We haven’t drunk in a while, and they aren’t going to get drunk. So it’s fine.”

“I stand by everyone being alcoholics,” Brian said as he looked at the seven beers on the counter. They got the other drinks ready, John was having a lemonade and Ryan was having mineral water.

They took the drinks out in turns to put on the table where everyone was sitting. This is when Brian saw that somehow, he was stuck in between David and Tyler. Brian internally groaned, it was going to be a long dinner. 

Soon enough, Ryan had finished the meal and had plated everything up. So the three spent time taking the plates out to everyone. Apparently Ryan portioned everything for specific people. Say, most of the alphas dishes were bigger than the omegas. Brian thought that was smart.

Once the food was out, and everyone was seated. They were finally ready to start eating. Evan made a joke about saying grace, to which Jon said he would burn up on the spot if they did. Then David said Ryan should look about working as a chef. Ryan said he rather look at animal guts than deal with angry customers, which he still does but not like at restaurants. Fair. 

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Any prompt? :P OK then how about 14 & 46 together? Hehe, you don't have to. I just liked these the most and I'm curious how they would work together in one of your fics :D

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” & “It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.”

- -

Stiles blamed the witch.

It seemed like whenever something went wrong in Beacon Hills, it was the fault of a witch. Sometimes warlocks too, but they seemed to avoid Beacon Hills a lot more often. But the witches, man. They were always there. 

Looming.

The point is, this was the fault of a witch. And Stiles was so done.

He was feeling pretty handy with a baseball bat about three seconds before he was blasted into a tree. At second one, Stiles was racing across the field with a battle cry in his throat. A second two, he was being flung back by a blast of light to his chest. And at second three, all he knew was pain.

Stiles blamed the witch. It was all her fault.

Then all he knew was black.

-

Stiles wasn’t a stranger to waking up in odd places.

When he was a kid, he used to fall asleep on the couch and wake up in his bed. When he was in middle school, he fell asleep at Scott’s and woke up in a tree. In his freshman year of high school, he was dared to stakeout the girl’s locker room and woke up in the principal’s office. The point is, Stiles was used to experiencing odd things.

He wasn’t expecting to wake up and find a strange man looming over him, though.

“Woah, holy fuck, dude! Stranger danger! Invasion of my personal bubble! Someone call the cops!”

The guy looked extremely irritated as he backed off. Someone else came into view; and Stiles nearly melted in relief as he recognized his best friend.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Scott. Scott. Dude, I swear to god, if I fell asleep in your tree again, it was a complete accident and I didn’t mean to—” Except that wasn’t Scott. Yeah, it had his face and his adorable puppy eyes, but nothing else. Nothing.

Because Scott was a lot smaller. His hair was a lot fluffier. And what the hell was with the newly acquired muscles?

“Uh, dude?” Scott said, taking a cautious step forward. Stiles squawked and shoved himself up, realizing he was on a metal table and surrounded by other people he didn’t recognize. His heart pounded at a hundred miles an hour and he dug his nails into his palm, trying to force back a panic attack.

“Guys,” Scott said. “He’s panicking. Everyone back up.”

“D-do we know these people? Do I know these people?”

“He’s finally lost it,” a blonde-haired girl said. Stiles blinked at her and then squinted. Because that was— no, it couldn’t be. There was no way.

“Erica Reyes?”

“Yeah,” a curly-haired boy next to her said. Upon recognition, Stiles didn’t know what the hell Isaac Lahey was doing here. Or how the guy even knew who Stiles was. “He’s lost it.”

“He hasn’t lost anything,” a gruffer voice said. It was scary ‘no sense of personal space’ dude, Stiles realized, cringing back slightly. “Deaton said his memory has been reset a few years. He should be fine in twenty-four hours.”

Stiles blinked at him. Scary ‘no sense of personal space’ dude was also kind of hot, if Stiles was being honest. And his eyebrows were a bit of a turn on. Stiles gaped at his own mind and shook his head, before glaring at him. Derek didn’t look impressed, though.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“He doesn’t recognize Derek,” Erica said, looking positively gleeful. “That’s gold.”

“Shut up,” Derek said, looking grumpy at that. “Stiles, what’s the last thing you remember? What year is it?”

“What year— what year is it? Dude, is this some kind of joke? Have I been pranked? Scott, I swear to god, this lost all it’s humor the second I woke up and realized sexy-brows wasn’t a gay-awakening dream.”

Derek straightened at that and Erica let out a bark of laughter. Scott looked a little horrified and Stiles swallowed hard, trying to ignore how hot his face was getting. He didn’t know this asshole, so why did it matter what he said?

“Stiles,” Scott said. “Do you remember sophomore year?”

“Fuck yeah, dude, we’re sophomores!”

“Oh my god,” Isaac said. “Stilinski, how old do you think you are?”

Stiles stared at him. Then he looked down at his hands and over the rest of his body. Everything seemed accurately proportioned. Except, he was a lot musclier than he remembered. Stiles rubbed a hand over his forehead and then yelped when he realized he had hair.

“Scott! My buzzcut!”

“Fuck,” Erica breathed, looking at him like Stiles was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. Then, she doubled over with laughter. “He thinks he’s sixteen!”

Thinks? Thinks?

Stiles looked from older-Scott, to grumpy sexy-brows, and then down at his hands again, and realized something was very wrong. Something was very wrong and Stiles had no idea what.

“Shit.”

-

“I’ll believe a lot of things,” Stiles said, pacing his room back and forth. “But werewolves are not one of them, Scott. I’m not an idiot. I don’t believe in fairy tales.”

Scott sat on the edge of his bed and looked anywhere but Stiles’s face. Narrowing his eyes, Stiles dropped into the chair at his desk and studied him.

“You’re hiding something from me. What are you hiding from me?”

“Werewolves were actually your idea in the first place,” Scott said carefully. “When I got bit.”

“I… what?”

“It was actually right,” Scott said. “But it took a few learning curves.”

“Learning curves? Dude! Have you killed anyone?”

“No, of course not!”

“Huh,” Stiles said, lacing his fingers together and resting them underneath his chin. “Show me, then. The whole werewolf thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Scotty, I have recently been told I am eighteen years old. Which means I’m a man. A man who can totally take whatever you about to— oh my god!”

Stiles leaped up, stumbling away from his chair as Scott’s face morphed to something grotesque and his eyes turned a vibrant shade of red. Fangs poked at his upper lip, his fingernails were claws, and there was no way that was right. Or real. This was a fever dream, it had to be.

“Stiles?” Scott said, voice warbled by his fangs. “Are you okay, man?”

“Y-yeah, man, I’m just… adjusting. I’m adjusting.”

Scott’s face turned back to normal, but Stiles couldn’t get that image from his head. He stayed in the corner and watched his best friend for a moment. If this was a fever dream, Scott couldn’t hurt him, right? Everything was going to be fine.

“So,” Stiles said, moving carefully back into his chair. “Does this mean I have yet to get with Lydia?”

“Lydia?”

“Yeah, dude, Lydia Martin. Strawberry-blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, literally everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

“Oh,” Scott said, wincing. “No.”

Stiles deflated. “Not even in five to ten years? What about my ten-year plan?”

“You’ve kinda ditched that,” Scott said. “For Derek.”

“For Derek?”

There was a sudden tap on his window and Stiles yelped, flailing out of his chair as he spotted the man crouched on the roof outside. Scott gave him a worried look and got up, crossing the room to pull it open. Stiles managed to push himself up right as Derek climbed in, giving him a judgemental looking eyebrow.

“What about me?”

“Oh my god, nothing,” Stiles said, retreating backward. “Absolutely nothing. Nothing about you or your sexy looking— your eyebrows.”

Derek stared at him. Scott laughed nervously and stepped between them. “Right, uh. Thanks for taking over, man.”

Derek just grunted. Stiles blinked at the two of them. 

“Wait, taking over? Taking over for what?”

“We’re supposed to watch over you,” Scott said. “In case something goes wrong. I would, but I’ve got a shift at Deaton’s. So Derek’s gonna do it.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, voice small. “Derek’s gonna do it. Of course, Derek’s gonna do it.”

Derek gave him an ‘is that a problem’ look and Stiles gulped, offering his best smile. The man only rolled his eyes and Scott patted him on the shoulder as he left. 

Stiles gazed after the boy, half-tempted to follow and maybe beg for mercy, but he was a grown man. He was eighteen years old, dammit, he was not afraid of some stubbled man and his freakishly good looks.

“So,” Stiles said, turning back around. “Babysitting duty, eh?”

“You’re not a baby,” Derek said. He picked up a magazine from Stiles’s desk— one on planting, which Stiles didn’t know why he had— and proceeded to lounge back in Stiles’s bed. He didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, he almost seemed at home.

“So,” Stiles said, shuffling his feet. “We’re friends? Or something?”

“Or something.”

“But you like me,” Stiles pressed. Derek gave him a strange look and Stiles turned red. “I mean clearly, you have to kinda like me. If you’re here on babysitting duty.”

“Sure, Stiles.”

“That’s not very reassuring, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

Stiles sighed and sunk down into his desk chair. He watched Derek for a moment longer but the man seemed content to ignore him, so Stiles spun his chair around and fixed his attention on his laptop. He assumed there were a lot of things he’d missed. Like his favorite comics. Or movies! There had to be a few new movies.

“Dude!” Stiles screeched after a second of research. Derek startled so hard he nearly rolled off the side of the bed and Stiles spun around, tapping his computer screen in excitement. “There are three new Avengers movies out. Three!”

“Stiles, I swear to god—”

“We have to watch them!”

“You’re going to start remembering things in less than twenty-four hours. What’s the point?”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. “You’re so sour. This is my chance, dude, to re-experience all the things that bring me joy. Do you know what I would give to be able to read something like Harry Potter again without knowing what happens?”

“Then watch your movies,” Derek said, looking unimpressed. “You have about eight hours.”

“Do you… want to watch them with me?”

Derek looked at him in confusion. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged.

“I mean, you don’t have too.”

Derek studied him for another few seconds. Then, silently, he nodded and Stiles grinned. He grabbed his laptop and a few snacks from his lowest drawer— where his future self continued hiding them, thank goodness— and then moved over to the bed, flopping down.

Derek was suddenly very close and very warm, and Stiles nearly shied back. But instead, he flipped his laptop open and offered over a roll of oreos.

Derek accepted them cautiously, like they were a bomb about to go off. Stiles rolled his eyes and clicked to the first movie.

And honestly, this could be worse. Maybe Derek wasn’t so bad.

Stiles’s future self must have readjusted his Lydia marriage plan for some reason.

- 

Stiles woke up when it was pitch black outside and his computer was disregarded on the mattress a few inches away. Blinking a few times, Stiles smacked his lips together, and then his eyes flew open. Memories came flooding back to him and he went shock-still.

Pressed up against his back, with one arm wrapped around his chest and face buried into his neck, Derek groaned. His breaths were warm against Stiles’s neck and after a moment, he shifted.

And then went still too.

“So,” Stiles said. “I don’t think I’m sixteen anymore.”

Derek pulled his face back, but didn’t remove his arm. In fact, his hold seemed to tighten. Stiles felt that make his stomach flip and closed his eyes, biting down hard on his tongue. Derek huffed.

“It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stiles,” Derek said. He was quiet for a moment and then there was amusement in his voice. “You think my eyebrows are sexy.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, turning his face into the pillow. Leave it to his not-so-sixteen-year-old self to out him. Stiles hated everything sometimes. “To be fair, you have a very nice face, which I have told you on multiple occasions.”

“Usually, in the form of an insult.”

“Are you toying with me, Derek? Because that’s not very nice and I’ll remind you that we are in my bed and—” Stiles suddenly cut off, his face turning red again. “Never mind.”

Derek removed his arm and, after a second, Stiles flipped over to face him. Derek was smiling slightly and that expression so wasn’t fair. Stiles really shouldn’t be freaking out like this. They’d shared a bed before.

Granted, Stiles had either been drunk, running on three days of no sleep, or Derek was crashing after a long night of research. But the point was, it’d been done before. Derek kept his favorite magazines here, goddammit.

So maybe that was more telling than Stiles cared to admit.

“So,” he said. “We gonna talk about this?”

“The part where you think my eyebrows are sexy or the part where I’m your new Lydia ten-year plan?”

“Oh, you asshole!” Stiles said, kicking him in the leg. “Werewolves are not allowed to listen into personal conversations! I don’t care how good your stupid hearing is!”

“Sorry,” Derek said, but he didn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looked a little nervous. “So...”

“So.”

“Was I your gay-awakening dream?”

“I hate you.”

“Hm,” Derek said, leaning closer. Stiles’s breaths caught in his throat and Derek smirked cautiously. “Because if I wasn’t, am I allowed to be now?”

“Are you really— is this really— oh my god!”

Derek chuckled and Stiles pressed forward, catching his lips. This was nowhere near how he’d seen things going, but he’d had Derek on a ten-year plan. And, humming at the back of his throat as Derek growled, Stiles decided he was very okay with this. With not having to wait ten years, that was.

He’d blamed the witch for all of this at first.

He was very thankful now.

- -

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