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‘Cause I Don’t Shine if You Don’t Shine

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds Cut out of the sun Can you read my mind?

Love Song for a Comet holds a place in my heart that I can't begin to describe to people. I just have a lot of feelings about my little weirdos and love them so much. But to be completely honest with you all - a lot of what I write/have written about them is this, just dumb conversations. So I suppose if I ever decide to post any more of what I've written about them, it'll be here.

THIS (I don't even know how to describe this) was part of Love Song for a Comet. I took out some stuff and edited it/added to it/cried about it because I'm on my period. But I did not edit very well. Either way, if you enjoyed, please let me know.

And yes, the idea of Jessie just now existing in the Research Center is hysterical to me.

Title is a lyric from this song, which kind of fits this pairing I guess? Read it on ao3 if you want.

With a sigh, Kiran set down Jessie's guitar case and called out to Rigby, who was still sniffing around at the bottom of the stairs. "Rigby, come on up."

The old retriever gave a huff, almost as if annoyed, and took his time ascending the stairs. Jessie observed as his sister began to tap her foot impatiently. Even in his tired state, he couldn't help but notice the perfect tempo in her taps.

Kiran turned, almost strategically, looking at Qi; the researcher observing Rigby with a bit of a perplexed look upon his face. “I’ve always wondered, Kira - how long it takes for Rigby to decide to follow a command." Qi’s statement was more of a musing than a question, but Kiran decided to answer anyway.

"He's old and stubborn," she replied with a half-smile. "But he's Jessie's dog, so I guess he's your dog now too." She reached into her bag and pulled out a box, extending it toward Qi. "Tea eggs."

Qi cautiously accepted the box, lifting the lid to peer inside as if he questioned the quality of her culinary skills. "Did you make them right this time?"

In response, Kiran gave a playful jab. "Well, I think I did pretty alright." She glanced at Jessie who was looking at them with an amused expression. Rigby had settled down in the center of the rug, observing the proceedings with his wise old eyes. Kiran extended her arms into the air in a stretch. "You both are invited for dinner tonight," she declared with conviction, allowing no room for refusal.

"I have to work," Qi declined her invitation with a stern tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kiran huffed in response and glared at him, silently warning him not to push back. "Why don't you come over tomorrow night instead?" she challenged, daring him to refuse.

"Fine."

Kiran grinned. She then turned to Jessie and raised an eyebrow as if expecting a response from him as well. He cleared his throat before answering, "Uh, yeah. Sounds good, Kiran."

"Great, it's settled then," Kiran declared firmly, leaving no room for further argument. She turned on her heel to face Rigby and said goodbye before patting the dog on the head and leaving.

Qi exhaled audibly, rubbing his temples. "She's too much," he muttered under his breath.

"Kiran? Yeah. Yeah, she is." Jessie replied with a soft laugh, "But that's what makes her so lovable, you know." He shrugged and picked up the box with the tea eggs from the table. "How do you eat these?"

Qi pointed at the box in his hand with his pen, "They're boiled eggs soaked in tea for several hours. I've tried to recreate them with several variations. However, I have yet to come across a perfect recipe." He explained this in an almost scientific manner, making Jessie laugh again.

"And here I thought you knew everything," he teased playfully. He turned his attention back to his the box on the table, determined to start unpacking it.

"I possess extensive knowledge and am aware that perfection is not achievable. However, these gestures are still appreciated," Qi responded, his tone shifting from playful to sincere, almost defensive. "They may not be flawless, but they hold value."

"Thank the Light she left before she heard you say that." Jessie said with a snort as he opened the box. "You better mentally prepare yourself for all the junk I've collected over the years."

"The thought of it alone is enough to induce a mild panic."

Jessie wasn't sure if this response was supposed to be serious or not, but he didn't think much of it.

Inside the box, Jessie's hand closed around an outdated radio. It would often have static due to its age, but it held sentimental value as one of his father's most prized belongings. Plus, the old man wouldn't usually notice it was gone when Jessie and Kiran snuck out with it to explore the ruins in Highwind. "You know, Kiran would be very pleased to hear you admit that her cooking is actually edible. If it really is."

"Hmm," Qi murmured. "Perhaps. Though she'd also take it as a challenge. She'd likely show up at the doorstep with more food for me to try." He shook his head and continued in his matter of fact tone. "And then, we'd have to invite her in, and the conversation would just spiral into madness."

"You know her well." Jessie observed.

"I suppose."

"Why didn't you accept her invitation for tonight? Are you really that busy?"

The director paused for a long moment. Finally, he admitted, "I needed a bit of... space to get used to things."

Jessie nodded slowly, processing Qi's response, but trying not to put too much thought into it. If he put too much thought into it - well, he knew he would start overanalyzing. Instead, he pulled out a rusty pocket watch from the box, tracing his fingers over its worn edges. "I can understand that."

Their conversation lapsed into silence, filled only by the continuous ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. Rigby trotted over to Qi's feet and lay down with a contented sigh, breaking the silence. Jessie couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. "Looks like Rigby's decided who he likes."

"He has good taste." Qi said dryly

Jessie reached into the box once more, retrieving a framed photograph of young Kiran and himself as children. Their wide grins were captured in the photo, sitting on a patch of lush grass under a clear blue sky. In the background, a younger Rigby could be seen leaping with joy, his tongue hanging out in excitement. Before he could fully take in the picture, Qi snatched it from his grasp, studying the frozen moment intently.

"Kiran looks like she's up to something. And you...you look innocent. Naive." He remarked with a small smile playing on his lips.

"It was a simpler time," Jessie mused, a hint of sadness in his voice. "But yes, she was always a little troublemaker. Always plotting some kind of mischief. A witch."

"It's fitting that she would marry someone who used to cause chaos in this town," the scientist commented from beside him. "Did she make a lot of messes as a kid?"

"Not as many as me," Jessie replied sheepishly, a grin appearing on his lips as he recalled their childhood antics. "But we did get in a few good ones, for sure."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't expect any less." Qi murmured, handing the photograph back to him. He was silent for a moment as he leaned forward to inspect the contents of the box once more. "Oh, you're kidding me," he said, pulling out a puzzle cube. "Unsolved?"

"Nah."

Qi cocked an eyebrow as if he didn't quite believe Jessie, but he set the puzzle on the table, next to the box of tea eggs. "You and your little hobbies. I'll see if I can't get that thing solved before you do. Shouldn't take long." He murmured with a smug sense of satisfaction. "I have more experience in solving puzzles than you, probably. You just need to follow a few simple algorithms. There are only 4096 possibilities. And with enough patience..."

"How does one solve it, then?" Jessie couldn't help but ask, amused by this sudden burst of competitiveness. "It seems impossible."

"It's not impossible," the director retorted, shaking his head dismissively. "You just have to look at it as a problem. A math problem." He paused to ponder for a moment. "How good are you at math?"

Jessie thought back, remembering the countless hours spent slaving away on algebra homework. The numbers, the equations, the graphs... all of it was a blur in his memory.

"Uh, not too shabby," he responded.

"Really? That's surprising." Qi shook his head, "Math is not a game for the weak-willed."

"I did not realize I had just moved in with a mathematician," Jessie said in jest.

"It's not as complicated as it seems." Qi picked up the puzzle and examined it, turning it over in his hands like a curious relic from the past. He fell into silence for a moment, lost in thought. "There are four sides to this cube," he explained, rotating it so Jessie could see each one. "The goal is to match all the faces to one color. Right now, they're all different." He turned the cube back to its starting position. "You have to break it down into layers or faces and then focus on solving each one separately." Qi continued, manipulating the cube and offering it for Jessie to examine. "The outer layer is simple enough. You have one of each color, don't you?"

Jessie nodded, peering closely at the intricate patterns on the cube. It had seemed like an easy task at first glance, but the more he studied it, the more complex it became. "But I've been trying to solve this thing for months."

"It takes time and practice to master it." Qi reassured him, placing the puzzle back down with a hint of reverence. He looked up at Jessie with a challenge in his eyes. "But I'll make you a bet if you're up for it."

"A bet? That I'll get stuck on the same spot you are?" Jessie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You have a lot of faith in me, Qi."

Qi rolled his eyes in response, his hand falling back to his side. "I wasn't saying that you'll solve it immediately, no, that's ridiculous. But I've got an algorithm that I developed myself that can speed things up quite a lot. And once you master the algorithm, you'll be able to solve it with ease."

"So... you want me to bet that I can learn your algorithm that you haven't actually told me how to use?" Jessie asked incredulously, unable to hide the amused smirk from appearing on his lips.

The scientist waved a hand dismissively as if the details weren't important. "Well, yes."

Jessie eyed him warily. "Alright. What do I get if I can solve it by tomorrow?"

Qi frowned at the question, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. He scratched the back of his neck, seemingly in deep concentration. "What do you want?" He asked, turning his head to face Jessie once again, his lips twisted in an uncertain line.

Jessie stared at him, thinking about his response. What would be the best thing for him to get from the scientist? And what did he even want?

"A blowjo-"

"Don't push your luck," the scientist snapped, shaking his head. Jessie bit back a smile at the sight of the director's reddening ears. He thought for a moment and decided he wanted to mess with him just a little more. "What? Don't think you can do it?" He challenged. "Scared to lose to a civilian? Someone with no scientific background or mathematical genius? Scared you'll lose to an anthropologist? Someone whose job is to dig things up in the dirt? Who lives off the scraps of those before him? Who's the last resort-"

"Stop!" The director said in annoyance, though there was a slight twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, "You're being dramatic." He sighed deeply and took a step closer to the table, leaning in and studying the cube. "Alright, what's it worth to you, then? What do I get if you do manage to solve the cube? Just out of curiosity."

Jessie pondered the question. "You get... bragging rights?"

Qi arched an eyebrow skeptically as she gave him a look. "Why would I want bragging rights for something that no one else cares about? No offense, but solving an unsolved puzzle cube that you had struggled with for months isn't really worth boasting about. Let's not be foolish."

With a scoff, Jessie reached back into the box and pulled out an old relic - a worn video tape. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up for Qi to see. "I found it during a university trip to the ruins." He spoke with pride, recalling his days as a student. The memory was faint but the nostalgia was strong.

"I do," Qi replied, taking the tape from Jessie's hand and examining it. "It's an old film tape." He looked back at Jessie with a smug smile on his face. "Just another artifact from the past. Do you know what's on it?"

Jessie shook his head, remembering how even his professors couldn't figure out how to play these tapes. "We didn't have whatever they used for playback. If you ever figure it out, let me know if it's a movie or a...home movie." A suggestive grin crossed Jessie's features as he added, "If you catch my drift."

Qi nudged Jessie's arm gently and said in disbelief, "Your mind goes places I can't even imagine."

Jessie's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he enjoyed the banter between them. Being in Sandrock for so long now, he felt like he belonged there more and more each day. It was all starting to feel real: having a home, a... well, he wasn't quite sure what he and Qi were to each other, but whatever it was, he was content with it. "That's what everyone in my class used to say. At least, that's what the guys said."

Qi took a step back and flipped the tape over in his hand a few times. He studied it intently, as if trying to solve a puzzle that Jessie couldn't fathom. After a moment of silence, he looked back at Jessie. "What else do you have in that box?"

Jessie picked up a few paperback novels and placed them on the table. Most of them were romance novels. He inspected one, noticing its well-worn condition with a ripped cover indicating it had been read numerous times.

"Romance?" Qi asked in surprise.

"Yep," Jessie confirmed with a grin. "Even the steamy ones." He then held up a red hardback novel that was heavily used and dog-eared. "This one is really good."

"It's trash from the looks of it."

"Trash?" Jessie chuckled, "It's actually quite well-written. You should give it a chance sometime."

"I'd rather read anything else." Qi gestured to the bookshelf across the room. Jessie gave him a curious glance before setting down the novel and taking a long stride toward the bookshelf. He perused the titles, noticing a prominent theme of scientific topics such as space, robots, physics, and astronomy.

"Advanced Astrophysics." Jessie read the title out loud. "Sounds exciting." He commented sarcastically as he looked over at the researcher, who seemed to have lost interest in the conversation and turned back to the puzzle on the table. "What even is astrophysics, anyway? Got anything more raunchy?"

Qi crossed the room, puzzle in hand. "Astrophysics is a scientific discipline that applies physics and other natural sciences to study astronomical objects."

"A lot of people wouldn't call that raunchy." Jessie stated as he observed the director reach for a book; carefully selecting one to present to Jessie.

"The theory of relativity," he said, offering the book to him. Jessie burst into laughter; realizing that their literary interests might be on completely different spectrums. Jessie accepted the book, eyeing it curiously. "This certainly sounds spicy," he commented with a grin. "What even is the theory of relativity anyway?"

Qi's eyebrows rose, a smile spreading across his face as he saw an opportunity to showcase his knowledge. "The theory of relativity states that matter and energy are interchangeable, and that the mass of an object increases as its velocity increases."

"Is this supposed to be raunchy? I feel like you're trying to confuse me. Do you have any books about pirates being sexy or something?" Jessie asked, shooting him an amused look as he leafed through the book. It seemed to be entirely equations, numbers, and diagrams. No pictures, not even an author picture.

"It deals with how time, space, and gravity are interconnected." The scientist continued, but paused, as if realizing that Jessie might need a more relatable example. "Think of it as how things change when you move really fast or are near something incredibly massive."

Jessie's expression shifted from playful to intrigued as he began to grasp the concept. "Huh, that sounds pretty cool, actually. You're into some deep stuff."

The other man contemplated for a moment, scanning the bookshelf again. Then, he reached for a different book and handed it to Jessie. "How about this one?" he suggested.

Jessie inspected the book, its cover displaying a vivid image of a distant galaxy. "Astrophysics for Beginners," he read aloud with a smirk. "You think I'm a beginner?"

"Not necessarily," was the reply, "but it's a good starting point for anyone interested in the wonders of the cosmos. And who knows, you might find it more captivating than you expect."

Jessie sneaked a glance at him from the side, his eyes full of interest. "You really enjoy this stuff, don't you?" He asked with a grin, "Is there a more explicit version? I wouldn't even know where to begin with all these books, and I'd probably just end up with a headache if I tried." He stopped and laughed, "Honestly, I don't understand half of these." He turned back to the bookcase, skimming through the titles. "How to Build a Rocketship in 3 Steps," he said in mock annoyance. "Do you want to tell me about this too?"

"Only if you're interested, Jessie," was the calm response.

"I think you're about ready to rant about rocket ships, if I had to guess." Jessie observed. He could hear the director chuckle under his breath as he leafed through the books on the shelves. "Do you even have books in here that you haven't read yet?"

"I've read most of them, and some I've revisited multiple times," Qi said, taking a brief pause. "It's important to always have a wealth of knowledge at your disposal. You never know what challenges may arise and how you'll need to adapt. With the world changing so rapidly, it's crucial to stay prepared." He chuckled self-consciously. "I suppose my choices reveal a pattern �� focusing on science, particularly space exploration. The possibility of communicating with humans in space is something that truly fascinates me."

Jessie glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do you really believe there are others still out there?" He asked in surprise. He had heard some people say they were out there, but he always chalked it up to conspiracy theory; wild speculation that the humans in space the day of calamity left the Earth as they knew it and were just... gone.

"I do. I know it's far-fetched, but it's the only possibility I can see that makes any sense to me. If humans had advanced space travel in the old world, then where are they now?" Qi reasoned, shrugging his shoulders. He leaned back against the bookshelf and glanced up at the ceiling, contemplative.

Jessie nodded. "You may be right. I never thought about it that way. You may be on to something."

Qi cleared his throat. "There's another possibility I've considered, and that's what the government wants us to think. That the people in space are all dead. And the only reason why they would say that is because they can't communicate with them."

Jessie observed him attentively, trying not to blurt out something like "here we go again."

Instead he chose his words carefully, remembering the rumors and secret knowledge spoken about by his professors at university. They always hinted at something more but never revealed the whole truth. "Maybe the government is keeping secrets from us," Jessie stated, thinking of the old stories. After a brief pause, he questioned further, "Do you think there are actually others out there? And if so, how can they be certain?"

"They can't." The director shook his head, frowning slightly. "I just feel like it's a possibility, but it's impossible to say for certain until we make contact. That's why it's important to be prepared. I've studied everything I could get my hands on about space, space travel, space communications, all of it." He motioned to the bookshelf with one hand. "But that's a conversation for another time." He took a step closer, studying the other man's face, "Why? Do you have a different opinion?"

Jessie thought for a moment. "I just feel like there's a lot more to the world than what we see. A lot more to it than just the old world. That's all. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Qi gave him a skeptical look. "So what, you think we're alone?"

Jessie laughed, shaking his head. "No, I don't. I just feel like we haven't found any of them. We have found other things, but they're just not... human." He gestured to the cube and the books, "These things were built by humans. These things are a part of our history. And as much as I want to believe there's other things out there, I can't find them in a museum or read about them in a book."

The scientist was silent for a long while, pondering. "That sounds exactly like something an anthropologist would say." He teased him with a grin, nudging Jessie's arm lightly. He paused again and studied the cube intently, thinking hard.

Jessie grinned back. "You've got to give me credit for saying it so eloquently." He quipped. "I feel like it's been a long day for me, and you're probably exhausted too, and if we keep this going, I'm just going to wind up talking your ear off."

Qi smirked, "I think it's only fair to tell you that I have been awake for over twenty-four hours."

Jessie frowned, "Do you ever sleep?"

"Of course. I've just had a lot to do." Qi retorted.

"Don't tell me you don't take care of yourself, because you clearly don't," Jessie scolded, placing the books back in their proper spots on the shelves.

"I eat. I sleep," was the quick response, accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. "And I spend a lot of time with a charming anthropo-" he paused, "a certain anthropologist." He finished.

"Charming?" Jessie repeated disbelievingly, his face lighting up. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him charming, or even thought of him in that way. "You think I'm charming?"

Qi shifted from one foot to the other. "I mean... you are, you know?"

Jessie blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Thanks." He cleared his throat. "So... how much sleep have you actually gotten?"

"Enough, I suppose. I've been busy, like I said. It's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Suuuuuuure." Jessie looked around the room, admiring the space. "I don't even think you'd want to take the time to relax if you had the time. This room looks like the definition of organization. If there's one thing that could use some relaxing around here, it's your schedule."

Qi looked around the room, considering what the other man said. Then, he smiled. "You may be right." He paused for another long moment, his smile fading slightly as he regarded Jessie, pushing his glasses a bit further up his nose. "What do you want to do next? We have all evening."

Jessie thought for a moment. "Why don't we do something to get our minds off all this science talk? Have you ever thought about... maybe..."

Qi raised an eyebrow, amused. "You seem hesitant. I can tell that there's something on your mind, Jessie."

"Maybe there's just... something that I've wanted to do, and now would be a good time to try it out."

The scientist gave him an inquisitive look. "Oh? Care to elaborate?"

Jessie let out an awkward laugh. "Do I have to?"

"You do not, but you've peaked my interest." He studied the other man closely. "What is it?"

Jessie let out a defeated sigh, averting his gaze. "I'm a little rusty at this." He admitted quietly, still looking down at the ground.

"It's okay, Jessie. Whatever it is, I'll be glad to hear it."

Jessie nodded slowly, then met his gaze again, mustering the courage to speak. "Do you want to go on a date?"

Qi's smile faltered. "A date?" He echoed in surprise, "That sounds... exhausting. "I mean, not with you! But, in general. I don't like dating."

"Really?"

Qi shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I don't see the point. You're here now, and you don't have to try so hard. You can just be you, and I can be myself, and we can just be together without any pressure." He explained, then chuckled nervously, "That sounded like something you say on a date, but... I guess I've just been single for...Forever."

"I can tell." Jessie deadpanned, smirking when he saw the look of feigned shock on Qi's face.

"Did you really just say that to me? After all this?" He retorted in mock annoyance, jabbing Jessie lightly in the chest. "And I thought I was the rude one."

Jessie grinned. "That's not an apology. You started it." He retorted with a grin.

Qi scoffed, "Apologies don't get you anything here." He crossed the room, glancing back over his shoulder. "Do you want to spend some time with me, Jessie?"

"What does that even mean?"

Qi raised an eyebrow, amusement written on his face. "It means I'll have to show you, and you're just going to have to trust me on that. That is, if you don't mind the challenge."

"The challenge of working with you or dating you? Or living with you? All of those things sound like a challenge since you've been here alone for the past - what is it, seven years?"

Qi shook his head. "You know, I like the way you think. It's very straightforward, and you have a lot of... insight." He smirked as Jessie chuckled at the comment. "That is exactly what I meant. But you should know, Jessie, that it is a big commitment, and you may find that I am a handful."

"You already are," Jessie quipped. "Are you going to hang out with me, or not? Because if I have to listen to another word of you being all... scientific, then I'm leaving."

The director let out a questioning laugh. "And just where exactly will you be leaving to?"

"Are we flirting right now? Is that what you're trying to do?" Jessie questioned. "Or are we having an argument?" In truth, it was hard to tell - but it was always hard to tell. Qi's expression was neutral, unreadable, and Jessie had no idea if the man was serious or teasing. It was almost intimidating.

Qi made a "pfft" noise under his breath. "What, is it so hard to believe I could flirt?"

Jessie let out a short, defeated laugh. "It is! What would you even know about flirting?"

The other man's lips twitched, threatening to curl into a smirk; but they didn't, almost as if his inner subconscious would have considered it to uncharacteristic. Instead, he held Jessie's gaze and smiled, his expression genuine and unguarded.

"Would you believe that I'm a lot better than you might think?" He asked, the amusement in his eyes growing more obvious, "Or is this part of that thing you do you, where you have a tendency to be so self-depricating?"

Jessie's face reddened, and he was momentarily dumbstruck, struggling for words, "Well - you- what the fuck-" He let out an exasperated sigh. "I - yeah, I do have a tendency to do that. But you're doing that too."

"You can't deny the facts, Jessie," Qi retorted smugly, "You have a bad habit of making assumptions about yourself, and you do it frequently. So do you really think you're qualified to tell me what I do or do not know about flirting?"

"Oh, shut up." Jessie muttered, not quite meeting the other man's eyes. "You're the one who said I'm charming."

"And I think I am qualified to tell you that you're being an...asshole right now."

"Whoa, a curse word. How original," Jessie quipped, rolling his eyes. "And abnormal. You must have picked that one up from my sister, who by the way, calls you an asshole all the time."

"I'm aware," the other man let out another laugh and gave Jessie's shoulder a light shove. "Well, you are one."

"So, are we going on that date, or are you just going to keep standing around and flirting with me? Because if you are, I think you're going to have to make an effort."

"Are we?"

"You know what? Yeah, let's go on that date. Why not? You need to learn how to flirt." Jessie joked, his tone mocking. "Y'know, for when you start flirting with people other than me. You seem to enjoy it more than you're admitting. That is, if you don't want to just go back to being the mysterious, brooding man with a bad attitude and a big ego." He added.

"I have a big ego, do I?"

Jessie chuckled under his breath. "A big ego, a big head, a big attitude - horrible attitude, actually, if we're being honest."

The scientist rolled his eyes, then his expression softened slightly. "You have no idea how much I appreciate the company, Jessie," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know."

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I thought you never would… - Chapter 3

Chapter three

Word count: 1,761 words

Warning: language, mention of sex

Dean was peacefully asleep when Kira started to touch his cock, stroking him as she kissed his neck. His eyes shot open as he woke up, pushing her off of him with a sigh, turning away from her. Kira frowned slightly not understanding why he did that and just shrugged to herself be for touching him again, but now sliding her hand into his boxers. Dean quickly grabbed her wrist before looking at her, "I'm not in the mood." He told her sternly, throwing her hand off him.

She frowned at him, "why?" Dean rolled his eyes, because sometimes she wouldn't take no for an answer. "I'm not in the mood." He repeated. She rolled her eyes and got out of the bed, taking her clothes on. "Dean, you got some money for me?" She asked with a pout. Dean already got angry at this question, since he got barely money left for this month.

"No, I don't. Why don't you just start making money on your own and stop asking me for it." He said rubbing his face. She rolled her eyes and looked at him, "why would I go to work and make my own money?" Dean frowned deeply, finally getting to his senses after almost one and a half years of relationship. "I think, it's time we two break up." Dean told her. Her eyes widened, "What? Why?" She breathed out. Dean scoffed, "Because you and I don't work out." He said with a shrug, throwing her bag into her direction. "You better pack up and get out of here." He said taking his joggers on as she stared at him in shock.

Dean walked on the balcony, grabbing his cigarettes. He grabs one out of the box, lightning it up before he started to smoke it. He closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to calm down for a moment. He didn't think it be that easy to tell her it was over. He heard her grabbing her things all over the place as he walked back inside from the balcony. He plops down on his bed again watching her pack up.

She eventually finished, "You really want to break up?" She asked standing in the door frame with crossed arms. Dean looked up from his phone , "Yeah." He said. "Then I'd like to have the 100 dollars you owe me back." Dean scoffed and started laughing. "Excuse me? You lived here for free, I even gave you money and you want the fucking 100 bucks back? I think you lost your mind." He almost yelled at her as he got up. "I want my money." She insisted standing straight.

"Kira you better get the fuck out before I lose my mind." He told her angrily. "So you really breaking up with me bc of that Hoe y/n?" She asked with a scoff. Dean frowned deeply, "what? She's just a friend! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled and she just rolled her eyes before finally leaving his little apartment.

Dean sighed in relief, but also kind of missing her. She was his first real love and girlfriend, but he knew it was the right thing. He knew it, he knew it'll save him a lot of nerves and money. Money he could use for himself.

He walked into his bathroom to take a quick shower, checking the time, sighing since he had to leave for work in about an hour.

After work, Ryan stopped by Dean's place since Dean send him a voice message, telling Ryan what happened that morning. Ryan was kinda proud of Dean, that he finally ended things with Kira. Ryan noticed, that the whole thing was still kinda hard on him. Ryan suggested via text to spend the night, having a guys night.

Dean was thankful for that, since he needed distraction or otherwise he would run back to her, asking her to come back. He needed Ryan to tell him, he did the right thing by breaking up with her.

Ryan plugged his PS4 into Dean's tv in the living room, so they could play together and have a few drinks. "Maybe we could ask y/n to play with us." Ryan suggested and Dean nodded. "Sure." He said with a tight smile. Dean had no problem with you joining, because you were always so nice and making funny jokes.

Dean turned his PS4 on as well, joining their voice chat while you joined as well. "Helloooooo." you said happily heading the smile in your voice, since you had a really good day so far. You went to the mall with your mom, had Chinese for dinner, went for a walk with your dog and started reading a new book.

"Hey." Ryan said with a smile. "Hey," Dean said trying to sound as happy as they do, but failing miserably. "Dean, you alright?" You asked him softly.

"Not really...broke up with my girlfriend today." He says with a sigh lightning a cigarette, starting to smoke it. You felt sorry at how sad and kind of broken he sounded. "I'm sending you a hug." You told him softly making him a smile slightly. "Thanks, y/n."

"If you wanna talk, let me know," you added a moment later. "Thank you, really." He said with a small smile. You kinda wished you'd live like a few miles away, but you didn't. You lived like 200 miles away, which was a lot.

You tried to distract Dean as best as you could and he really appreciated it. He enjoyed listening to you.

"Y/n, we have to meet up one day." Ryan asked some time later, chewing on some chips. You smiled, "yeah, one day." You said into the mic. "I'm sure, it'd be fun." Dean said a moment later, making you smile wider, biting your bottom lip. Even tho you didn't know how he looked like, you were crushing on him. Hard.

"Yeah, since I'm eighteen now, we could arrange a meeting in the future. I'd just have for save up some money for a hotel or motel." You said, making Dean frown. "You could crash at mg place, I wouldn't mind." Dean told you, actually surprising you a bit. "Wait, really?" You asked surprised as Dean extinguishing his cigarette. "Yeah." He said casually.

"We all could meet up at Dean's place." Ryan said with a smile causing Dean to laugh at how Ryan invited himself. Dean didn't care, since Ryan was like a brother to him.

"Sounds so much fun, really." You said happily, you really wanted to meet them, knowing it'd be fun. Dean smiled a bit, also feeling a bit excited even tho it still could take months until they would meet up in real life. It didn't bother him, he just really couldn't wait.

"So what's your Instagram?" Dean asked you and you told him your user. Dean lied to you about, checking it out later since he did it almost immediately. You definitely were his type, he thought you were cute and pretty.

An hour later or so, he followed you on Instagram when you all already were in bed. You looked on your phone and saw that Dean followed you. As soon as you clicked on the profile, you bit your lip. Man, he was stunning. He was hot as hell. You crush on him grew even more.

A few weeks passed by and you met Dean's older brother Sam online, who lived on his own as well like 100 miles away from Dean, they didn't see each other as often as they wished for. "Yo Sam, what do you think of y/n?" Ryan asked after you left the voice chat. "She seems really cool, finally a girl, who has something in her brain and even has humour." Sam told them with a shrug.

"Yeah, we wanna meet up with her next month maybe, if everything works out." Dean said to his older brother over the headset. "Sounds fun, maybe I could stop by as well." Sam said playfully. "Oh, yes!" Ryan said excitedly as Dean laughed. "You know, I was joking, right?" He told them as Dean shrugged. "Bro, we haven't seen each other in months with you studying law." Dean said with a sigh, kinda missing his older brother.

Sam knew his little brother was right. Since Dean broke up with Kira the two of them talked a lot more and he helped Dean a lot. If it was money, their mom, who wasn't easy on Dean. Sam moved out as soon as he finished Highschool, because he wasn't getting along with his mom as well.

Sam wished he was there, when their mom kicked Dean out. He wished, he didn't live 100 miles away and he could've took Dean in, so Dean could live with him.

Dean lived with their dad until he was 18, since their mom kicked Dean out when he was just 17. Their dad met another women. They got a house, but unfortunately a small one sow Dean couldn't stay much longed than needed. Dean had to sleep on the couch for almost a year before he got his own place.

That's the reason Dean didn't finish school with good grades, because the whole thing with his mom distracted him and dragged him into a deep hole. A hole only Sam or Ryan could get him out of. Dean still got his diploma, but didn't know what to study so he just started a vocational training.

Dean was a bit ashamed that his grades weren't as good as his older brother's grades were. He also wanted to be as good as Dean, but he wasn't a person who was made for getting excellent grades.

"Okay, just let me know the exact dates okay?" Sam told his brother. "Okay." Dean said with a slight smile. He missed his older brother a lot. They'd only see each other on birthday's and Christmas.

"Dean, I miss you, can we meet up and talk?" A text from Kira appeared on his phone just a day later. He checks his phone, chewing on his lip. He missed her like crazy, holding her and especially the sex. Dean tried to hook up with one girl, but he didn't get hard. He was too nervous and shy, since Kira was the only one he had sex with.

He shrugged to himself and told her to come by after work. They would be just talking, right? Dean asked himself and nodded, nothing more.

Read next part here! :)

#dean #dean x you #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #jensen ackles #soldier boy #supernatural #sam winchester #sam #x reader #jensen x reader #love #friendship

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barrenstars · 8 months

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@wistrea : there was no word on yuuichiro's condition yet, and the silence in the hall was nearly deafening. kira does not think she realizes how she herself was trembling as she pulls petra towards her, wanting to comfort the girl while simultaneously anchoring herself to reality when she feels her very heart breaking to pieces. for petra's sake ... she was trying to be strong, she knew how much petra loved yuu, and not knowing if he was actually going to wake up was shattering them both. kira needed to know her little brother was okay, just as petra needed to know if her boyfriend would ever smile again. she hugs the girl close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head in a manner that was meant to be comforting. ❛ he'll be alright. ❜ she tells her, sounding as though she was trying to convince both of them. ❛ he's stubborn, you know that. yuu won't leave because he knows it'll make you sad. okay, kid? ❜

the strong smell of the disinfectant is the only thing that keeps petra rooted, otherwise she thinks she would float off somewhere, somewhere where things were okay. where no one had been killed or harmed. where shibuya station was still in working order, people were getting on trains laughing and chatting with each other. where it hadn't been one of the worst incidents to date. yuu is the only thing on her mind yet her mind is blank. she can't think, she can barely breathe. her chest hurt so bad she thinks her heart is giving out, but she was acutely aware of what it was. it was heartbreak. however, she's never felt it as bad as this before.

an arm wraps around her and she remembers where she is, remembers who she is with. yet, she can't even turn to face the woman. all she can do is stare ahead of her, replaying the scene in her head. when she rushed to the scene in shibuya, only to see yuu... she thought she had lost him then and there. but was this any better? is this just prolonged pain? her thoughts are cut off when she feels lips on her head, pressing a comforting kiss to her crown, which actually does little to comfort her. it just brings her back to earth, mentally, enough so that she could actually muster the brain power to speak. that is if she can force her brain to function.

❝ i can't... ❞ it's the first time she's spoken since the incident, so her voice is a little hoarse, and the many hours of wailing and screaming did a number on her throat. ❝ i can't live without him... ❞ perhaps it sounded selfish, maybe a little stupid. but petra realised one day, as she sat beside her bright and bubbly boyfriend, watching him stuff his face with food and trying to talk at the same time, that she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. only, they hadn't even lived long enough to get married, and whatever cruel god existed was already trying to tear him from her arms. no, it's not that she can't live without him, simply that she doesn't want to.

#PETRA. / answered #PETRA. / v. jujutsu kaisen #wistrea #this is just sad #i actually teared up writing it #knowing what is going through her head rn makes me SAD #y.uu wake up rn #wakey wakey 😭

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aquaticsoul · 2 months

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@rpmemes-galore sent:

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

Mun notes: 'Pikkuveli' means 'little brother' and 'laululintu' means 'songbird' (his nickname). Also, Sydän normally lives over on Kira's blog ( @shiroi---kumo ).

Glimpses of the Past || ACCEPTING

The applause is muffled by the closing of stage doors. A long sigh escapes the musician as he leans against one of the anteroom walls, eyes cast up towards the ceiling.

They're stinging. They're probably red. His tears have yet to fall, but it's only a matter of time.

This is what he gets. It serves him right to have his head spinning like this, to have his breaths catching against his sore larynx almost as badly as when he cracked those notes, to feel so positively horrible. Slowly, his arms wrap around his own body in a physical attempt to hold himself together.

He can already hear the scolding he's going to get.

It's a lot like the one he's already giving himself.

What the hell was that?

That was the performance a total amateur would give, not someone who claims to be a musician.

It's like he hadn't even practiced at all. It's like all those hours he spent refining every little bit of ink on that score hadn't ever happened.

What a fucking joke he's made himself into. He might as well be the clown of the year, a community laughing stock, a fucking court jester if there ever was one.

Not like he'd ever be able to set foot in the palace anyway given how badly he's gone and screwed up now.

The door swings open. He doesn't look up to see who's come in to join him. He doesn't want to meet anyone's gaze while they tell him how awful he's made himself look.

"Pikkuveli."

Even worse. Criticism from someone like his instructors or his parents is one thing.

Criticism from his twin is... absolutely not what he needs. He's halfway sure anything from her on what he should have done is going to break him like a stone through a windowpane.

"I know," he chokes out, trying and failing to swallow the lump in his throat. Blue eyes squeeze shut against tears he can't keep back.

"I don't think you do," she replies, closing the door behind her. Moments pass as he waits for whatever she'll tear into him with.

It doesn't come. Rather, hands exactly like his tug gently at his arms, guiding his body into a close hug before she speaks in a soft tone.

"It's okay, laululintu."

"But-"

"Shh... it is. I promise it is. Most people wouldn't even attempt that song, you know. And you sang it."

"I shouldn't mess up a performance, Sydän," he protests, shoving his face wherever it'll fit in her shoulder. Arms tighten around him.

"I think it went better than you realize. Nobody could have possibly recovered like you did. Like you always do. Even at practice, you're the best I've ever seen at musically getting yourself back up after you fall... because you're dedicated. You know music so well that a mistake to everyone else is just an artistic choice to you. That's what Vihr thought it was. And until I saw the look on your face, that's what I thought too."

"... An... artistic choice..?"

"Yeah. Like you meant to make it sound that way. You did really, really well out there, okay?"

Just like that, the stress in his shoulders falls away.

His ego, however...

His ego has been fed.

#[[ eep i forgot sydän's new relationship tag ]]#sing a round of love ; answered.#meme ; glimpses of the past #arc ; sing dear bird (misterica)#[[ thank you ruby !! i enjoyed writing this ]]#[[ anyone may reblog this one ]]

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twatshag · 3 years

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"Weird flex but ok"

♤ The Miya twins and their failed attempts at flexing thinking it'll impress you.♤

Pairings: Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu

Genre: fluff, domestic!timeskip osamu!

Warnings: none

Miya Atsumu

You were sitting on the sofa enjoying yours and atsumu's stress free day by watching some "stupid cringey couple romcom" (as atsumu called them) while your boyfriend was fiddling in the kitchen for snacks.

You were getting quite hungry so you decided to get up and check on your boyfriend in the kitchen. "Whatcha doing 'sumu?".

To your disbelief atsumu had 3 marshmallows in his hand and to what you thought was around 10 in his mouth he proceeded to muffle something out of his already stuffed mouth to what you responded with

" 'tsumu? What the hell did I say about talking with a mouth full and why the hell are you eating MY MARSHMALLOWS?!!".

You snatched the bag infront of him looking at him as if he cheated on you and you walked in on him during it.

"babyft A sweartf I couldveftf fith ta whole bag in ma mouthft". You stared at him in disbelief with a literal question mark on your head trying to process just why the hell are you dating this man.

"So you decided to open the bag of marshmallows- NO my marshmallows and shove as much as you can in your mouth?!".

Atsumu looked at you as if you were a mother and he was a child showing you what he drew on the wall only for you to scold him about it making his lips turn downwards while nodding guiltily and all the marshmallows he had in his mouth dropped to his hand.

"A thought that would impress ya angle I fit 10 in ma mouth! Dont ya think dats hot?!".

You stared back at him with a deadpan expression only making him pout and frown even more than he already was if that's even possible you thought. You took the marshmallows he had in his hand and put one in your mouth (the clean ones) "weird flex but okay" and you went back to the sofa only for him to follow you like a lost puppy and whine

"y/nnnnnnn ya cant just ignore ma skills like that yer-" without even letting him finish you throw 2 marshmallows on his head "stop whining and come cuddle me".

Yeah he was pouting the whole time and he made you feed him the marshmallows even if their yours. Apparently in his opinion he deserves them because you were being mean to him. But hey you're not the type to complain because he gives the best cuddles when he's pouty.

Miya Osamu

Today was osamu's turn to cook because he had the day off and you had a full day of work behind you.

Not that he complains though he loves cooking for you really it makes him happy when you eat his food as if you've been starving for years on end and compliment him for hours on his gifted cooking.

"I'M HOMEEE". You shout from the hallway while kicking off your shoes smiling as the smell of herbs and fresh ingredients cooking hit your senses. "In ta kitchen!" Smiling wider as you hear your boyfriend's voice.

Walking into the kitchen osamu perks up at you "welcome home sweetheart!" leaning back and stretching his arm while the other one grips on the pan cooking on the stove inviting you for a hug.

You lean into his broad chest embracing him and kiss his cheek. "Whatcha cookin' good lookin'?". He chuckles light heartedly "Decided a should make ya yer favourite dish since ya hatta work longer than usual."

Smiling at your boyfriend's sweetness and consideration you hug him from behind and kiss his broad shoulder. "Arent you the considerate amazing boyfriend?" Earning a laugh from him "Damn right A Am! Also angel a learned a new trick ta new chef a hired showed me! Wanna see ?"

Oh boy as much as you loved osamu and you totally believed how amazing he was in the kitchen you couldn't help but raise a brow at his sudden confidence of hitting this so called trick immediately he learned yesterday.

Backing away from him and gesturing your hand for him to show you while crossing your arms trying to see just what he's so eager to show. "Go ahead 'samu show me your skills" as you giggled.

Osamu smirked smugly "A'll show ya" he slid the pan on the stove a couple of times and then shoved the pan upwards but to his disbelief and bad luck the pan handle came off and all his beautiful shimmered vegetables and meat were on the floor while he stared at the single plastic handle in his hand as if it had betrayed him intentionally.

Of course you weren't surprised that it didn't work out for his so called trick because this is the 4th time this week that he learned something new and it didn't work out when he showed you it.

"Was that part of the trick you learned 'samu?" You deadpanned.

Osamu was sadly too shocked to even answer you, his beautiful effort of homemade love was on the floor begging to be picked up and he just embarrassed himself in front of his S/O. Wow he thought.

You smirked when his eyes met yours state of shock still visible on his face You proceed to raise an eyebrow smug smirk still visible on your face "weird flex but okay." And with that you left the kitchen and entering the shower leaving whatever mess your boyfriend created behind you thinking about why you thought osamu was going to be less miya-like considering he was the responsible twin.

He ended up ordering take out pouting and groaning about how plastic screwed handle pans were dumb and that he's going to throw every one out and buy new ones. But its okay because you really wanted to try that thai place osamu keeps gushing about.

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A/n: Hope you guys enjoyed this small fic !!! I didnt think I'd post something as fast LOL I'm really proud of it though please let me know your thoughts! - kira

#haikyuu fluff #osamu x you #osamu imagine #miya atsumu #miya osamu #atsumu fluff #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader

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goldenavenger02 · 3 years

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something evil is lurking in the dark

Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles when he slammed a brochure onto his desk; from first glance, it looked like a basic "Best Tourist Spots in California" booklet, but on second glance, that's when it fully soaked in.

"The Harvey House?" Scott hissed under his breath as the brochure was swept off his desk and into Stiles' backpack, "you want to go to an abandoned house on Halloween?"

"I want to go ghost hunting in an abandoned house on Halloween, Scott," he must've seen him roll his eyes, "dude, it'll be fun. Get some pictures, scare Malia into making out with me, all that good stuff."

"Isn't it bad enough that we have to deal with Dread Doctors and now you want to bring ghosts into it? Also, need I remind you what was happening around this time last year?" Scott questioned, a flash of the rave in Derek's loft going horribly wrong.

"Yes, but that was a demon. These are just ghosts." Stiles insisted, but Scott shook his head. The last thing anyone needed was to be followed by some entity because of his friend's curiosity.

"Can't we just go to a party? And be normal teenagers for once?"

When Stiles shook his head, Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers as Mrs. Martin made her way into the classroom. "Just don't be disrespectful."

"When have I ever been disrespectful, Scotty?" Stiles whispered back before turning his eyes to the front of the classroom, and Scott had to fight back the urge to face palm.

'My best friend's gonna end up possessed. Again.'

•••

Two days later, Scott couldn't stop from dancing with Kira with a Michael Jackson song blaring in his ears even though he was wearing what was possibly the most uncomfortable werewolf costume possible.

It didn't help that his girlfriend decided to dress up as a maimed Red Riding Hood since Lydia insisted that it worked well together, while Stiles had busted his gut laughing about the irony of the costumes.

'Maybe it's a good thing Stiles isn't here,' Scott thought to himself as Thriller transitioned into Somebody's Watching Me, his lips getting closer to Kira's, 'He might've actually burst something if he saw us kissing in these costumes.'

"Ow," Kira chuckled as his wolf nose smacked her right in the forehead, making his heart pound with worry; but before he could apologize or ask if she was okay, her lips were smashed against his and her hands were in his hair.

He leaned in deeper, lifting his hands to cup her face in his hands; eventually, they did come up for air, but his hands were firmly on her hips now as hers wrapped around his neck, her smile lighting up the whole night.

"Thanks for convincing me to come," she smiled, standing up on her tiptoes so her lips could press against his cheek, "I'm having fun."

"Me too," Scott smiled as he watched someone dive headfirst into the pool, resulting in a giant splash which he pulled Kira away from, "you okay?"

"Yeah, you kept me dry," she smiled before kissing him again, "my hero."

Scott couldn't keep from grinning even though the freezing cold water had soaked through his costume; "I'll be right back," he insisted as he stepped away, "gotta find a towel."

She nodded, which gave him the go-ahead to make his way to the first floor bathroom. He found it easily, closing the door and grabbing one of the white towels before trying to dry the costume without ripping the already distressed fabric.

But as he deposited the towel into the dirty laundry basket, he noticed just how itchy his back was. 'It's gonna take me a long time to take this off, and Kira's still waiting.' He thought to himself.

But, he shrugged it off and made his way outside back to the loud noises of the party.

•••

Malia groaned as she pulled the thick flannel around her shoulders, "Stiles, nothing is here except for maybe some crackheads, and I wanted to go to the party."

"We can go to a costume party next year," Stiles whispered as he started to pick the lock, "but this might be the only chance we get to see actual ghosts."

"Fine," she groaned again, adjusting her grip on the flashlight as the leaves rustled slowly, making the hairs on her arms stand up, "but this place gives off really bad vibes."

"Got it," she heard him say as the door flung open, "you've got the EFP ready?"

She nodded, holding up the small device that supposedly would help them talk to ghosts before following him inside.

Her stomach turned as her flashlight shone against the graffiti of various vulgar words and phrases. Between that and the creaking floorboards under her feet, she started to shake again, although she had a feeling it wasn't from the cold.

She desperately wanted to cling to Stiles and beg him to take her home, that she hated this, but he was invested now, so unless there was an emergency, they were staying for the time being even though she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, covering her mouth immediately as soon as the ringing hit her ears, only to realize it was Stiles' phone.

He glared as he pressed it to his ear before speaking, "Scott, I swear to-oh, hey Kira. What's going on?" A long pause made Malia's heart go into her throat, "yeah, we're heading there now," he hung up before grabbing the stuff and standing, "Scott needs help, we gotta go."

"Aw, man…" Malia used her best fake groan as she used the Polaroid camera to snap a picture of her inside of the house before following Stiles back to the jeep.

'Why did I think to take a picture?' She wondered to herself, holding the developing film in her hand.

•••

"Okay, that's all the calamine lotion I can find," Kira explained as she set down three large bottles on the coffee table inside of Scott's living room, "are you sure this is gonna work?"

"Yeah, but…" Scott winced as he tried to use the back of the couch to scratch at the rash on his entire back, "I'm gonna need some help."

Kira nodded and before Scott could fully process what was happening, the cool lotion and his girlfriend's soft hands were moving up and down his raw, exposed back, massaging the lotion in.

"Thanks," he mumbled into the couch pillow, "that feels really nice."

"No problem," he heard her respond before pulling away, giving him the chance to sit up, "but you should put on a shirt before Stiles gets here."

But before he could even begin to make his way upstairs, that's when the door slammed open with an exasperated Stiles at the forefront, Malia wrapped in his flannel shirt right behind him, a Polaroid picture in her hand.

"You called me for werewolf poison ivy? I could be talking to a ghost right now!" Scott winced at the volume of the voice, watching as Stiles' face relaxed and he took a breath, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks to my mom's advice over the phone," Scott nodded, wincing as Stiles hugged him, his arms slightly hovering over the rash, before turning to Malia, who was studying the Polaroid, "Malia, you okay?"

But she didn't respond to his voice, her voice shaking as she asked, "Stiles? We were alone, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Stiles asked softly, his hands gently taking her wrists before pulling the Polaroid out of her hands and looking at it, his hands starting to visibly shake

Because in the background behind Malia's selfie, there was a dark, tall figure behind her with its fully shadowed hand on her shoulder.

The room was fully silent in shock at the Polaroid, and Scott couldn't help himself from gripping Kira's hand before speaking up, "well, I guess you two saw a ghost anyways."

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #sciles #stalia #scria #kira yukimura #malia tate #halloween #ghosts #horror #friendship #season 5 #minor injuries #stiles just wants to have fun with malia and scott just wants to relax #neither of them get what they want really

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @childofsquidward & anonymous

It's a lot colder inside the ice rink than Stiles remembers. He can't even take his jacket off, and his fingers are practically numb trying to do up his skates. But he's not letting that stop him.

Well. Mostly. He's just warming up a bit before he actually skates, staying seated in the stands, eating a Reese's cup. For energy!

Of course, when he tries to use that on Scott, he just gives him a look and a smile.

"Come on," Scott says, holding out a hand. "Neither of us have skated since Sophomore year. We're both totally out of practice compared to everyone else here."

"Not inspiring much confidence, buddy."

Stiles glances out at their friends, already on the rink as Scott laughs. Allison and Kira gliding along, both laughing as they try and hold onto each other. Malia carefully edging along the side, a hand firmly gripping the barrier while Erica tries to be encouraging while laughing. Even Boyd and Isaac are doing their own thing on the ice. And Lydia and Jackson, skating along perfectly together. Doing little twirls and practically dancing—this isn't a competitive tv show!

But he'll admit… they do look happier than they have in a while. That breakup, moving away, being with other people for a while thing then reuniting really seemed to help.

"I meant that it'll be fine, because we're both… not great at it," Scott says.

Stiles glances from their friends to Scott, to the hand he still has held out to him.

"Fine," he groans, with a theatrical roll of his eyes, taking his hand. Because actually, he doesn't mind. Especially when Scott's holding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

He allows Scott to pull him up off the bench and stumble their way to the ice.

"But if we fall and I break something—" Stiles starts.

"I will carry you to the hospital," Scott says, his smile widening.

"Promise?"

"I absolutely, one-hundred-percent give you my word," Scott promises, stepping closer. "I'll even do it bridal style if you want."

"No, seriously, because my jeep broke down from the cold when we got here and I don't even know how we're getting home, you'd need to carry me," Stiles says.

Scott laughs, rolling his eyes. But he's nodding and saying, "We'll take a look at the jeep later, but yeah, I promise."

"Then lead me to the death trap!" Stiles says.

"You" —Scott leans forward, lips inches from Stiles, pressing a kiss to them with a barely contained smile— "are the biggest dork."

"And you only enable me with your love," Stiles quips back, quickly stealing another kiss.

Scott just shakes his head, his smile making his eyes crinkle slightly. The look he gives him has been the same for the fifteen years they've known each other, not once changed from when they were four. And yet somehow it still never fails to bring a fluttering warmth to Stiles' chest.

He thought that he would become more immune after the first couple months of being together, but if anything he's just softened to it more. And to Scott.

"Come on," he says, pulling himself of his daze with a gentle nudge to Scott's shoulder and a tug of his hand.

"Before we start to annoy all of our friends?" Scott asks, grinning as he complies and allows Stiles to guide him onto the ice.

"Oh, no, we've been annoying them since the day we met," Stiles replies, turning slightly to face Scott, taking the other hand he holds out to him to keep them both balanced. "We are sickeningly in love and they knew before we did."

"I can't disagree with that one," Scott says, and he looks utterly delighted about it.

Stiles misjudges his control and nearly flies backwards when he goes to move his foot a little too far. Fortunately, supernaturally quick reflexes on Scott's part keeps him upright. Except he's also fumbling to keep himself steady, and they're both yelping as they go down.

So, falling on ice hurts. Quite a bit.

"Okay, we're definitely not good at this," Scott groans, and Stiles grunts in agreement.

There is most definitely laughter coming fron somewhere, as well as a few concerned people asking, "oh god, are you okay?"

But after a beat, the laughter takes over in all of them, espscially when there's another yelp from across the rink, followed by, "I'm sorry! I was distracted, I thought you were holding on!"

Scott and Stiles push themselves up into sitting positions, still trying to catch breath from the fall and the laughter that hasn't quite died down yet.

"Why did we think ice skating was a good idea?" Stiles asks.

"Because it's Christmas Eve and Boyd had the keys?" Scott says, shrugging. He's laughing even as he winces and rubs the back of his head. "It's fun!"

"Yeah, breaking your limbs is fun," Stiles says drily. But he's already got an urge to get back up and do it again. Without the falling part.

"Rematch?" Scott suggests.

Stiles turns his head to look at him, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, this is a competition now, is it? What happened to being on my team?"

"I'm always technically on your team," Scott says, then shrugs, his grin widening. "But wouldn't this be more fun?"

Stiles considers it for a moment. Then he nods, holding out his hand.

"All right, a competition it is then," he says.

There's a muttered, "oh no" from close by. He ignores it as Scott happily takes his hand and they manage to stumble back to their feet. And then it's every person for themselves on the ice (aside from Boyd and Lydia, who are smart enough to stand to the side to avoid being plowed over).

Their competition turns into all of them screaming at each other to help them stay upright, or for trying to knock them over. Fortunately, and miraculously, the night does not end in any broken bones or dislocated limbs. Just a few scrapes here and there.

And a jeep that refuses to start back up. Everyone tries to chip in and help fix it, some googling what could be wrong with it while Scott and Stiles mess around with the engine and some wires they probably should be leaving alone.

But when they're taking a break from trying to fix it, and they're just joking around in the snow, Scott and Stiles sitting on the roof of the jeep, just staring up at the stars, it all feels worth it. Especially when the jeeps lights suddenly flash to life after an hour and the engine starts up on its own. Maybe it just wanted the night to last a little longer, like they all did.

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