Can you do a Scotty sire imagine where you do a hickey prank on him? Summary: You are dating Scotty and decide to pull a hickey prank on him to get your revenge. Warnings: Language and that’s pretty much it
You were trying to think of a prank idea to get revenge on your boyfriend Scotty for a while now. About a month ago he made you think your cat died and it was fucking horrible. Between him and your best friend David pranking you all.the.damn.time you literally can’t have a normal, relaxing day. After some help from the internet and Liza, you decided you would do the hickey prank. Since this was your first prank you wanted it to work perfectly so once you decided what it would be, you started preparing for it momentarily. Acting kinda sketchy, changing Liza’s contact name in your phone and being kinda distant from Scotty were only a few of the things you were doing in order to nail this prank.
When Scotty, David and Todd were leaving for a hike one morning, you told Scotty that you and Liza would be going to the mall. The plan was to have Liza come home before you and tell Scotty you canceled on her the last minute and that she didn’t know where you were. You actually went to Liza’s house and she helped you make a believable hickey using eyeshadow. When David told her they were on their way back home, she left so she could set up the cameras in the house and you stayed at her place a bit longer. You kept ignoring Scotty’s messages and Liza kept you updated about what was going on. Naturally, Scotty asked about you and when she told him the story you came up with he started calling you like crazy. That is when you left for the boys’ house. After short 15 minutes you arrived there.
“He is pissed!” David yelled as soon as you got in. “Why weren’t you answering his messages?”
“Umh, my phone was on silent,” You were acting awkward so that David would buy it too. “Where is he?”
“In his room,” Zane said looking at you weird. It was like he knew that something was up. You wink at Liza and find your way to Scotty’s room.
“Hi babe!” You greet him.
“Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my calls? I thought something happened to you!” He says getting up from his desk chair and coming closer to you.
“My phone was on silent,” You lie and try to hug him, but he takes a step back.
“You said you were going with Liza and she said you canceled on her last minute so where the hell were you that you didn’t check your phone once and couldn’t answer my call one fucking time?”
“Babe, I was shopping and I just didn’t check my freaking phone,”
“So, what did you buy?” He raises his eyebrow.
“Nothing,” You almost whisper, trying not to laugh.
“You never buy nothing. I’ve been dating you for more than a year and you never go shopping without buying something. I’d really app-What’s that?” Finally he noticed a purplish blue thing on your neck.
“What? Nothing,” Now you were the one taking a step back from him.
“Y/n, I swear to God. What the hell is that?!” Since you had no more room to go back, he had you almost pushed up against wall when he moved your hair out of way. “Please, please tell me that this is a fucking joke,” His hands were now rubbing his face but it wasn’t in anger or frustration, it was pure disbelief and sadness, you felt like.
“No. The truth, y/n. I need the fucking truth please,”
“What do you want me to tell you? I already told you everything,”
“No, you just kept lying to me. God, I should’ve figured it out. You were acting so sketchy and distant, secret phone calls and changed password on your phone. Was it worth it at least?”
“Scotty, it-” He interrupted you once more.
“I really sure hope so it did. To throw away year and a half of love and happiness for it,” Your prank was working perfectly but you couldn’t stand seeing his hurt face and hearing these words.
“It’s a prank, baby. I swear this is just make up and everything that has been going on in the past few days was on purpose so this would work,”
“Yeah okay,” He shook his head and sat down on his bed.
“Baby I would never do this to you,” You chuckle. “There’s a camera, look,” He looks over in the direction you were pointing at finally looks you in the eyes after what seemed like a century.
“You are a fucking asshole, yeah?” Scotty go up, a small smile creeping up to his face. “How the fuck.. Dude, how did you..” He was scrubbing eyeshadow of your neck. “I was about to kill someone,” He hugged you.
“Ha, you were about to cry bitch,”
“Well, I didn’t invest two years of my life, love and time to get fucking cheated on. Dude, you were working on this for a week?”
“Yeah, Liza helped me. She was in on it the whole time,” You laughed.
“David, your girlfriend is an ass!” He screamed and few moments after that Liza and David came into the room.
“Did you get him, did you get him?” Liza asked.
“Girl, we got his ass so good. He was moments away from crying but I couldn’t do it anymore. I felt bad,”
“He made you think your cat died and let you cry for ten minutes!” Liza yelled.
“Well, he is a heartless lil bitch and I’m a good girl,”
“Baby, a good girl can’t pull off what you just did so well. Sorry to burst your bubble, but some Satan blood has to be running through your vains to make this happen,”
“You’re such a sore looser,” David teased him, his vlog camera already out.
“Oh, I didn’t lose shit. This is a war now baby, I hope you get that,” He smirked and kissed you. You went and got the camera from behind his lamp and held it up.
“Did you hear that guys? I guess Scotty and I are now officially in a prank war. This should be interesting,”
“I’m gonna get you back so so bad,” You laugh at Scotty’s childish behavior and high five Liza.
“So guys, thank you for watching. If you liked it make sure to hit that thumbs up button and subscribe cause this obviously just turned into a war. I’ll see you all on Friday! Bye!”
A/N: Unedited and probably bad but I’m trying to find a style that I’ll like the most so :) Requests are open and you can send them in for anyone in the vlog squad!!
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.
*REQUESTED FROM PROMPTS LIST*
You were back in Beacon Hills. It’d only been two years but you’d cut ties with everyone. It was too painful to talk to anyone.
You walked into the restaurant, picking up your order. You’d told your mom you’d eat before you came by the house to see her. You paid and grabbed your bag turning around. You start to walk out when you see him. Your heart feels like it’s dropped to the floor. Your head hurts from all of the memories flooding back. You try to hurry out the door before he sees you.
“Y/N! Is that you?” You hear Stiles shout. You turned on your heel and gave him a small wave. “Come over here!”
You sighed and walked over, trying to avoid Scott’s gaze. Stiles stood up and hugged you. “How’ve you been?”
“Ahh..normal, I guess.” You shrug. “How’s school?” You asked him.
“I’m done! For now I’m working as a deputy…dad’s worried about me jumping right into higher government.” He rolls his eyes.
“That’s great! I’m sure he has a point, though.” You smile.
“Hey, Y/N.” Scott says quietly and you look over at him.
“Hey.” You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding.
“Are you doing well?” He almost whispers and you nod.
“I am. Yeah. Are you?”
He shakes his head ever so slightly and looks at you, giving you the look. The look that would make you want to cry. He’d always given you that look when he was upset, or after a fight when he’d sneak into your bedroom. It was the look that made you open your arms wide for him to hold you.
It was all too much. “I should go. My mom’s waiting on me to come by..” You turn and start to walk away.
Scott grabs your arm. “Can we talk?”
“I really should go…my number’s the same.” You nod at him before leaving, your head spinning.
You barely make it to your car before he’s texted you. You get inside and unlock your phone.
Where can we talk?
You sigh and reply. I don’t really want to go anywhere. Can you just call me?
Yeah. I’ll call in about an hour.
He did. He called exactly an hour later.
“Hello?” You answered the phone, walking up to your old bedroom.
“Hey. I just..I really need to talk to you.”
You sat on your bed. We’re you crazy or did the pillow beside you smell like Scott. You exhaled loudly. “About what?”
“I’m still in love with you.” He blurted out.
“I..Scott…I just..” You sighed.
“I know I’m the one who screwed everything up, but I love you, Y/N. I’ll always love you.”
“Then why’d you do it? If you loved me then why’d you leave me?”
“I didn’t want to! I had to. If I hadn’t have left everyone would be dead. You have to understand that.”
“Except I don’t. I don’t understand because you could’ve taken me with you. We talked about getting married already, Scott. You left me without a hint of where you were going, you wouldn’t answer my calls. What was I supposed to do except feel abandoned?”
You heard him take a deep breath. “You left too! Don’t act like you were here waiting for me.”
“I left to get away from all the memories of you! I left because of you!” You felt tears sting at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left. I was so scared I’d lose you, but I lost you anyway.”
“You don’t think I’m still in love with you? I’ve pushed away guys I could’ve had something with because all I could think about was your big dopey smile.” You felt a tear fall.
You heard something at your window and your heart fluttered. You hung up the phone and threw it on then bed before sliding your curtains open. There he was, that dopey smile spread on his face. You slid your window open and helped him in.
He held his arms open and you hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”
“I missed you, Scotty.” You mumble into his chest.
“I’ve kept walking around town, hoping to run into you. When I saw you today…I thought I was losing my mind.” He kisses the top of your head. “You knew I was back…you had to…why didn’t you call?”
“I thought you didn’t want me anymore…and remembering how happy we were just makes the pain worse.“
“I should’ve brought you with me. You’re right.” He sighs and hugs you closer. “Do you forgive me?”
“Not completely but I think we could work on that.” You look up at him and he wipes your tears with his thumbs.
March has been absolutely EPIC for amazing fics! I am thinking I’m gonna have to go back to
posting twice a month because this list is becoming a monster BUT I still think you
should go read all the stuff. This month I have limited myself to only 10 recs for each of my fandoms but there were so many more I could have added. So here
you go, this is my much debated and agonized over list of recommendations for
Prompt: “Kirk, Bones, or Scotty in an on and off relationship with their SO where for whatever reason they can’t get it together. They’ve grown used to it but an external force (could be something major or just a new potential partner) is now threatening to change their status quo and a decision must be made. Will they finally decide to take the leap and create something solid or will they go their separate ways?” - Anon
Word Count: 2,318
Author’s Note: I would pick Scotty, wouldn’t I? I’m really happy with how this story turned out, I really hope you like it, Anon!
“You’ve been avoiding looking at me all day,” you blurted when Scotty opened the doors to his quarters for you.
He just hung his head and stepped aside. You took one stride into the room so the door could close. The two of you stood in silence in the entryway.
“I can’t keep doing this, Scotty,” you said, letting your voice fall.
“I’s no’ fair o’ me to ask ye to,” he agreed.
A flare of rage bubbled through your chest. You bit back your initial answer. Sucking a deep breath through your nose, you prepared a more diplomatic response.
“I need you to talk to me,” you demanded. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
Here it is - the entry for @sterek-bingo I’ve been most excited to post! I really, really enjoyed writing this one and just had so much fun with it, so I’m really glad that the theme came up on day 3.
This story was written for the Friends To Lovers square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).
The One Where Everyone Ships It
Stiles doesn’t notice when it’s
Scott, because Scott has a habit of being weird about things. That is, after
all, one of the reasons they’re such good friends. So when Scott spends about
half an hour chewing his bottom lip in the front seat of the Jeep when Stiles
has dropped him home, Stiles just figures that whatever he’s trying to get out
is something to do with Kira. Frankly, he doesn’t really want to know; Scott
has never understood the meaning of the term overshare.
“Scotty,” he says patiently. “Spit it
Scott gives him an awkward sidelong
glance. “Um,” he says, and then stops. He takes a deep breath; Stiles waits
with his eyebrows raised. “Do you think Derek is happy in the pack, now that
he’s not the Alpha anymore?”
Obviously, he’s bottled out of
telling Stiles whatever Kira-thing he’d been thinking, and picked on the first
subject that he could think of. Stiles rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says.
“I like Derek,” Scott says.
Stiles frowns at him. “Um, duh?”
They all like Derek; he and Stiles are oddly good friends these days.
Basically, I’ve been playing this really big Supernatural AU fanfic for, mainly, BBS and other YouTuber fandoms but I kinda need help with the roles, and other stuff the characters need or that I would like to include (Like how when certain people meet or how they met before the story takes place, how some couples got to together, etc.)
Here’s what I have so far:
- Evan wants revenge for vampire raid that took his husband, Jon, away.
- Mark, Evan’s half-brother, just wants to find Jack again and help his brother out.
- Brock just wants out of the Hunter life until he meets this cute Irish guy and, oh no, he’s not normal and why can’t his family stay out of it.
- Nate swears that if one more thing just try and even looks at his kids, he’ll end them even if Mat said not to. Screw it. He can just say that he thought that they were possessed or something, yeah that would work.
- Tyler comes back from a hunt to find his husband making hex bags but refuses to believe that Craig is a witch.
- Luke would just like to come home to a normal house, on a normal day, with his very normal husband and daughter. Is that too much to ask? The answer is yes.
- Jon just wants to tell Evan he’s fine but he’s to fucking hard to find for fucks sake!
- Craig and Mike might have a slight issue, and by slight they mean huge. So maybe they got caught making hex bags by their husbands, who are hunters, that’s fine right?
- All Ohm wants is sleep, that’s it but it’s the same voice that he hears every night that keeps him up and how can you not hear it Brian?!
- Brian has nothing to worry about until he sees this cute guy and omg he has to have him.
Hunters in the BBS/YouTube fandom are:
OC’S that help move the plot along, add fluffy elements or something else that already have plans.:
Part of Moo’s family
And that’s it for characters that I have stuff planned out for so far. I know it doesn’t look like a lot but there’s a lot of details going into this like how each one of the witches will be a different type of witch for example, Mini will be a Heredity (meaning it runs in the family) Kitchen (food crafting) witch while Satt will be a Hellenic (worships the Greek gods) Tech witch. It’s details like this that I love including but it also sidetracks me.
Anyways, here are the characters and things that I need help with:
-Chilled Chaos: Needs a role
-Lui: Needs a role
-Adam/Seananners: Needs a role
-Scotty/407: Needs a role
-Simone: Needs a role
-Smitty: Needs a role
-Kryoz: Needs a role
-Ideas on Jon and Evan’s wedding
-Ideas on Mike and Luke’s wedding
-How Evan and Tyler met
- Nate and Mat’s kids names
Next up, OC’s that I could uses.
Marcel and Simone’s son/daughter
Random hunters to annoy/tease Evan and Tyler
Jon and Luke’s younger sibling(s)
Witches that are part of Mini’s coven.
Werewolves and Vamps
And simple Humans would be helpful.
And lastly, just a few doubts that I would like some opinions on.
Happy ending or sad ending?
Should it be a really long one-shot or multiple chapters?
That’s it for now. Please, if you have anything else to add go ahead and do it.
please imagine that it’s been a long day on the Enterprise. They’ve dealt with horrible illnesses, transporter malfunctions, diplomatic events gone wrong, Klingon attacks, Romulan insurgents, and more. Tempers ran high and everyone is at their wit’s end. There was a moment there when they didn’t think they would make it.
But they did. They make it out the other side and everyone is bruised and beat up and sore, but they’re together. And Jim is sitting in his chair in the center of the room and he looks over to see Chekov smiling back at him, Sulu at his side. Sulu reaches over and takes Chekov’s hand and they just hold for a moment, glad to be alive. And Jim looks up and sees Spock is on his left and Bones is on his right, and the two of them cocoon him in warmth. Their mere presence gives him strength. And he jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder and it’s Uhura, resting her head on his shoulder as Spock stands beside her. Scotty steps down to their circle and loops his arm around Bones’ back and they’re both smiling, beaming really. And there’s Rand looking slyly at them and even Chapel comes up from Sickbay for just a moment to see that everyone is doing just fine. All of them, together.
Please imagine the whole crew together and happy, accomplished. Holding each other close and breathing out a sigh of relief.
Summary: Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.
Word Count: 2,080
Author’s Note: This one got a little long, but it’s got lots of loving!Scotty and it’s making me really happy. As always, thank you for reading, and thank you so much for your continued feedback; it really means a lot to me. Please enjoy!
“You be careful with him, y’hear?” McCoy warned as you approached the door of his office to leave.
“Who?” You half turned back, preparing a snippy response if he meant Jim.
“Scotty,” McCoy stood from the desk and folded his arms over his chest. “I know the two of you haven’t really talked yet, but he’s a good friend of mine. He’s pretty easy-going, but when it comes to you… that man’s in a bad way.”
“So I see,” you mumbled, looking at the floor and sucking your teeth. “I’ll be careful with him.”
“You better,” McCoy warned. “I’ve never seen him like this and frankly, I’m just as worried about him as I am about you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. See you tomorrow?”
“No, take tomorrow. We’re not getting anywhere and I think a break’ll do us both some good.”
“If you say so, Doc,” you raised a hand and stepped into the medbay.
Chapel wandered past and gave you a wide-eyed look, but didn’t stop to talk. You found out her reason when you exited sickbay into the hall.
Summary: Reader has a bad dream, and Scotty provides comfort.
Word count: 1390
Triggers: nightmares?, anxiety?
A/N: This is literally the first fanfic I’ve written and shared in over 10 years. So ANY and all constructive criticism is welcome. (Seriously, I’m in the process of writing my master’s thesis, so there’s no possible way you could make me cry more than my advisor has…). Also, the pic will make more sense later in the fic, and yes, I know it’s a swan not a goose, but I couldn’t resist using this (also for a good laugh, google image search “simon pegg swan”). Thanks!!
Genre: oh you’re about to sob like a fucking newborn baby, fam.
Type: IRL AU type thing?? Idk, but ur in for a fucking trip. Don’t expect a happy ending.
Pairing(s): I Am Wildcat centric. I guess it could be considered Poly!BBS??
Tyler could swear he wasn’t the way they all made him seem. He wasn’t that person. He wasn’t that monster. He knew he wasn’t; He fucking knew he wasn’t.
Tyler’s hands shook slightly as he stared at himself. He was skinnier, paler; dead-looking. His eyes lost their sparkle and he couldn’t figure out when it happened. He couldn’t remember when it happened. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he really looked himself in the mirror. He never did face cam anymore. He never posted pictures of himself with Kino. He never even gave his friends a chance to see him during skype sessions or facetime. He wouldn’t be able to handle their stares, their words, their insults, or their questions. He could hardly stand it from himself, but from his friends? He’d lose it. But that was the thing with his friend, they could tell him to delete his entire YouTube channel and he’d so easily comply. He’d listen to everything they tell him. If they so much as said anything about the way he looked or talked or dressed, he’d change himself to make them happy. He’d change himself for their sakes. Not because Tyler wanted acceptance or anything, but he, technically, did. He was in love with them. Every single one of them: Anthony, Scotty, Marcel, Craig, Brock, Brian, Daithi, Evan, Delirious, Cartoonz, Ohm, Bryce..
He’d do anything for them.
It wasn’t exactly ideal to be in love with them, but Tyler couldn’t help it. You can’t really help who you fall in love with or who you love. It all just happens. Tyler knew his affection for these men didn’t happen all at once. It sort of took place over time, and fuck, he hated himself for it. He hated the way they made him feel. Not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn’t believe he deserved it. He didn’t even believe he deserved their friendship, but he cherished it so deeply, so closely. He’d do anything for any of them and that was a fact he would never admit to anyone. Not that he told anyone much of anything anymore. It was hard for him to even begin to say something to any of them, but with recording with them on an almost daily basis and expecting to be able to get a single word in? Tyler gave up after a week of never being able to say anything or give anyone advice. It was almost like none of them noticed, though. They were too entranced in each other to notice his step back.
It wasn’t until his comments section and twitter mentions blew up with continuous questions of what was going on that anyone really noticed. But even then, he shrugged it off as the fans overreacting and didn’t say any more on the topic. If that’s how they reacted to him being quieter in videos, he couldn’t even imagine their reactions when they saw what current state he was in. He hadn’t eaten for a few days, hardly left his house in two weeks, and didn’t even try to connect with any of his friends. It was all hitting him so harshly, all at once. It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth and none of his close friends even noticed. None of them gave him a second glance. None of them wanted him. And it fucking crushed him. It tore his heart apart, with no optimistic outlook of return.
He kept to himself, mostly. Tyler only spoke when spoken to, only gave his input when asked, only gave a reply when prompted. It killed him, it really did, but he assumed it was for the best. It was all for the sake of his friends, for the sake of their content, and the sake of his heart not being able to put himself first. He couldn’t find it in him to ever say no to them. He couldn’t disappoint them like that, couldn’t bare to see their faces with crushed expressions. It all seemed to haunt him. He feared that they’d find out, that they’d figure everything out and laugh at him. They’d leave him in the dust, leave him behind, to rot and struggle on his own. He was absolutely sure of it. So he kept quiet, kept to himself, kept out of their way. He gave them the gold moments they’d needed for videos and that’d be it. He’d be completely pushed aside afterwards. He’d never felt so neglected, so unloved, in his entire life.
Some days were just too much for him. He never left his bed. He cancelled all his plans, cancelled his recording sessions, cancelled dinner with his parents, and just laid there. He couldn’t get himself to move, unless it was for Kino. For Kino, he’d get up. His poor boy could tell Tyler wasn’t in a good place and would just lay with him, never whining or groaning. He’d lay there, right next to his person, and protect him. Kino would never take his eyes off of him, unless it was to eat. The poor creature was so aware of his person’s state of mind and state of being. Tyler almost wished Kino could talk, could react to his words, but was glad that he couldn’t. He couldn’t handle rejection from his own dog, his own little son. But luckily for him, Kino would just lick away his tears when he cried and never said a single thing.
Besides Kino, Tyler spoke to no one. If he could get away with just a text to whoever, it was a blessing for him. He hardly took care of himself and for anyone to hear him or see him would be absolutely embarrassing. So Tyler hid himself away, pushed every back, took steps away, and wasn’t the same. For obvious reasons, he never complained.
He really wasn’t the monster they said he was. Yeah, he could be an asshole. Yeah, he said some fucked up shit. But he never meant any of it. He never meant to hurt anybody. Most of all, he never meant to hurt them.
First Q&A he’s done in a while. He had no effort to do much else. He body was weak, his head constantly pounded. He could feel himself withering away right under everyone’s noses, right in front of his family’s eyes, and right next to his poor dog. It’d been weeks since he lasted recorded anything with the guys. He stuck to posted older, extra clips from past recordings and called it good. Tyler would stare himself in the mirror every single day. He’d see the changes, see the damage he’s done to himself. The bags under his eyes only seemed to grow darker while his skin seemed to grow paler. He hadn’t eaten a full meal in months.
Tyler recorded his Q&A, no face cam, just gameplay of Zombies and his voice. There were so many questions that flooded his feed and it was all almost too much for him. He powered through them with as much fake excitement and enthusiasm as he could before he finally got to the final question he was going to answer. It was three simple, oh so simple words. Words that he hadn’t heard in so long.
“Are you okay? Bc you haven’t yourself in quite some time in your videos and I can tell. Hope everythings alright. <3”
Tyler’s whole body sunk in on him. “I’m doing okay. I apologize for the worry, though. I’ve just been busy with a few things and haven’t had the chance to really do much. Everything should be okay soon, though. I’m sure of it. Thank you for asking.” And god, that was such an awful answer. His voice was so shaky, so focused on hiding his true feelings. He couldn’t let anything slip, couldn’t let anyone know. “Anyways, that’s all for this Q&A! Thank you all so much for your questions and thanks for sticking around even though i’ve been shit with uploading. I’m trying my best, but things kind of all came up at the same time. I am only human so I kind of needed to take some time to dedicate to this other stuff, but I should be back full force in a few weeks!” He stopped the recording. He turned from his computer and let out the most heartbreaking sob he could muster. Kino seemed to understand the distress and ran over quickly.
Tyler took twelve minutes to compose himself before he began editing. His phone still dinged with twitter questions from fans. For the whole two and half hours it took him to edit the video, the single dings he’d get were the only sounds he’d hear besides the occasional audio check he’d do with the recording. It was surprising how funny he could be when all he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for another four days. He gave a simple sigh at the end of the editing process and set it to render to be uploaded.
He couldn’t do much. Everything hurt. His heart, his mind, his soul, his body… They all were failing him. They all weren’t supporting him. So why was he still alive? Why weren’t they allowing him to disappear? He didn’t want to hurt anymore.
Days after he posted the Q&A video was the first time he’d heard from Brian in almost two months. The older male asked question after question when Tyler picked up. He wasn’t even allowed to get a word in due to the interrogation. After a full two minutes of such stuff, he gave up and hung up on the Irish man. Tyler realized that Brian hadn’t even called for Tyler’s sake. It was for content reasons. Every single question was about recording with them and why he hadn’t been and if he was still uploading stuff and why he hadn’t uploaded a lot. The list went on and on. And boy, did it hurt.
From that day on, Tyler never answered Brian again. He didn’t bother to check skype messages or discord. Didn’t bother to check twitter. He had no motivation to any of the things that he would have otherwise done. Eventually, he just stopped uploading any form of gameplay and video. He didn’t tweet, he didn’t post. He didn’t talk. He’d sit in silence, occasional music playing through his house from the speakers in his office. No one had seen him in physical form in almost four months at this point. His fans, though unsure, were severely worried for his wellbeing. They questioned every single one of the guys, asking where Tyler was and what was going on. None of them could answer, though. None of them had any idea what happened to their once best friend. But none of them made much of an effort to seek further information. After his hang up on Brian, they figured it wasn’t worth trying. If Tyler wanted to talk to them, he’d talk, but for now, they could only let him do his thing.
It was a poor mindset to have on their part. Tyler was deteriorating much faster than he had been before. At this point in his four months of silence, he’d lost all of his body fast and every fiber of muscle on him. He looked practically dead and yet, he still looked himself in the mirror. He still hated what he saw, still couldn’t find himself a reason to ever have been worthy of his friend’s love. He couldn’t find himself a reason for any of them to have ever even liked him. He, too, hated himself, but the guy he saw in that mirror was not him. It just couldn’t have been him. He was so….. Dead. That wasn’t him. He was skinny, flawless skin, piercing eyes… Everything Tyler never was. He had to look away. He’d stare at his hands. The hands that used to be strong and full of life were now dull, shaky things. He could see every outline of bone on his hand now. He didn’t suppose it was healthy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Kino seemed to understand that his person was dying. The boy never left his person’s side. Tyler liked to believe Kino would be okay without him, but he knew that that wasn’t the case. Kino wouldn’t be okay. It’d crush the poor dog and that gave Tyler enough strength to eat an entire meal that night, even if he did end up throwing up some of it. That was the first time Kino had wagged his tail due to happiness in months. He was proud of his human. His human needed to live.
It all seemed to disappear. The light was brighter on the other side.
Eight months. That’s how long it took for anyone to realize that hey, Tyler was fucking lying. He wasn’t okay. He was so far from okay and by now, it was way too late for anyone to fix this. Each boy began reaching out to Tyler. They’d sent texts, dms on twitter, skype messages, and talk in discord. They spent each and every single day, hoping, wishing for a response. It was actually insane how hard it was now hitting them. The boys couldn’t believe their own selfish ways. They let Tyler slip through their fingers while they focused on each other more than him. They never even gave him a chance.
Tyler sat in an uncomfortable silence in his chair. The camera was on, recording his every breath. They were deep and terrifying to listen to. He brought his head up, eyes looking into the lense of the camera. His eyes burned with tears as he let out a shaky breath.
“This is me.”
His words were haunting, dripping with complete distress. Small tears trailed down his cheeks. He didn’t bother to wipe them away.
“This is my goodbye. My last video. My last….everything, I guess.”
His right hand shook as he ran it through his hair. He was a mess, but he needed to get this over with. He needed this all to end.
“You know how sometimes, you do something you regret and it feels as though it’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? This is… it’s one of those times, but it… consumed me. I let it destroy me. I allowed it to rip everyone and everything I’ve ever loved away from me. Why? Because my feelings never seemed to matter in the end. It was never about me or the way I felt or if anyone ever even liked me, I guess. It was always about the content. Always about creating something for everyone to enjoy. I thought… I was stupid to even think… but I never mattered to them. I didn’t. I don’t. I gave them my everything. I gave them all I could. I got this in return. I got myself torn apart, destroyed, obliterated. For what? What was it all for? At this point, I realize it was for their sake. It was for their success. It was for their… acceptance. I couldn’t let any of them down. I couldn’t let any of you down, either. I kept pushing through it. I kept allowing myself to be dragged around like some sort of doll to be used however they needed. I used to enjoy this. I used to be able to make the best of it. I used to have the ability to take it.”
A sob ripped through Tyler’s throat before he could continue. No one would like this. No one would probably even see this. They’ve all moved on. Eight months? And he still thought someone would stick around? Yeah, right.
“I can’t do it anymore. It’s been eight fucking months and I still somehow let them rule my life. I still let them control my emotions. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fucking killing myself. So slowly. And it hurts more every damn day. I love them. I love them all so much. I’m gay! Fuck, I’m so gay! And I want to fucking die! What a fucking thing, right? I Am Wildcat, a fucking pussy bitch, couldn’t handle being in love with his best friends! What a headline that’d make, right?”
A soft laugh of despair escaped him. He was at the edge of his seat. Kino sat right next to his leg, eyes following Tyler’s every movement.
“I… I never knew how to tell them. Or anyone. I never knew what to say. I was so… scared of their reactions. So scared of them leaving me. So I left them first, save myself the heartbreak. Save myself some form of dignity. It’s shit. I’m shit. I don’t know what to fucking say anymore. I haven’t been able to get out of bed for fucking months. I haven’t eaten a full meal in months. Kino has been the only creature that seemed to care. He was the only one that’s ever really loved me out of all my friends. He is pure and doesn’t care what I look like or sound like or if I’m too loud or if i curse too much… He doesn’t care about any of that. He cares about me and my well being. He loves me… for me and fuck, he’s saved my ass so many times these past eight months. But… no one will have to worry any longer. I’m heading out. I’m not doing… this anymore. Everyone can move on, live their lives, enjoy it…”
Kino gave his hand a soft, slobbery kiss. He stood and for the first time in months, left his side. Tyler’s tears could only enlarge.
“I wasn’t worth all of this mess. I really, really wasn’t. I’m not even sure why I’m making this video. I don’t know why I’m even talking. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m so damn lost. But, it’ll be okay.”
Tyler went to continue, but a cough interrupted him. Said cough turned into him dry heaving onto the floor. He was sick. Oh-so-fucking sick. And no one could save him at this point. There was so much he still had to say, so much he had to confess.
“I guess… I guess it’s my time. It is. This time. I won’t let anyone cheat me from this. Not even the loves of my life. If they’re watching this, I want to apologize. I don’t nor did I ever deserve you. I was a monster. I really fucking was. All those comments… they were right. Completely fucking right. Except, I didn’t end up destroying any of you like they said I would. I destroyed myself. I killed myself before I could ever kill you. I love you guys. I will forever love you fuckers. I did everything I could for you…”
Tyler heaved up blood, allowing it to get all over him. He couldn’t move nor breathe at this point. His body convulsed. He knew he was dying. He was dying right on camera before he could even post anything.
“This is my last goodbye. My last “I love you.” My last “thank you.” It was incredibly fun while it lasted. It’s just… my time to go, now. Thanks for the laughs, the memories, the happiness..”
He stopped recording, feeling another way of sickness come upon him. He allowed it to started rendering. No time to edit. No time to do anything else. He couldn’t handle much else. Kino came running back at the sound of him getting sick again. The pooch had his favorite toy in his mouth. He placed it in Tyler’s lap and sat right up against his leg. It was a sign… Kino wouldn’t let Tyler be alone during this.
By the time his final video finished rendering, Tyler had gotten sick four more times. Blood covered his lap and chair for the most part. With a simple click of a button, the video began uploading to youtube. A simple title rested above his channel name and subscribe button.
AOS Kirk finding himself stuck in TOS universe (and vice versa)
The first person he see’s is Spock, so things arn’t so bad at first. it’s pretty normal and everyone looks relatively the same so it’s ok.
But then he see’s this really skinny man standing on the bridge when he goes with Spock. a really skinny man who turns to him, looks him up and down and says “Spock, who’d you bring. i thought you were going to get JIm?”
and dear god Jim knows that voice but the body is wrong.
it’s all wrong.
and he just can’t process this because it’s not his Bones. this is not gruffy annoyed sassy Leonard “Bones” McCoy that Jim knows.
But everything gets sorted out, and Jim calms down a bit after a panic attack (because what the fuck Bones? why do you not look like…you???”) and he attached himself to Bones side. refuses to leave the doctor alone because this is not his universe and the look may not be familure but this is his Bones damn it and Bones is safe. Bones is home.
and it’s nothing to Bones. he actually finds it kind of cute, espeshally when Christine comments about the ‘lost puppy who won’t leave you alone’
So it’s all good and Jim is starting to settle down and working with Spock, Scotty, Sulu and Uhura on how to find a way home so he can be with his ship and they have have THEIR Jim back.
He doesn’t get to go home the first night, So he tries to go to sleep instead but finds himself stuck standing in front of his quarters unable to go inside because they’re not HIS. they’re not home to him. It’s only when Bones shows up and drags him into his quarters that Jim feels at all like he’s in some sort of home.
that night Jim sleeps in Bones’ bed and Bones sleeps on the couch.
The second night, after a long day of work and failure, Jim can’t help but collapse into Bones when they’re in his quarters. it’s familure and soft and Bones still smells the same.
That night Bones lays beside him and Let’s Jim sleep while holding onto his arm. It’s kind of cute really. something he’d never see his Jim do with him.
By the third night, Jim is tired and ornery and he just wants to go home. Spock decides to sit him down and talk to him. an attempt to get him to cheer up and speak of all the things he loves about his ship.
Nyota and Sulu join after a while and when they realize Jim’s not really saying much past “i miss working and being with my crew” they start talking about the things they love. Sulu’s love for the plants he has on the ship and the way that everyone who visits him ask’s for information and lets him spew all of his knowledge onto them.
Nyota talks about her love for Christine and those quiet nights they get together. The times where they can just cuddle up together and read stories, not having to worry about work or immidiate danger.
And finally, Jim looks down at his hands and slowly says “I miss Bones…my Bones.”
Spock, Nyota and Hikaru get that. Jim and Bones have always been close best friends so it make’s sense for him to miss Bones. Except, Jim continues.
“I miss the way he would pick me up off the couch and carry me to bed just because he wants to sleep and he can’t do that without cuddles. I miss the way he stands behind me on the bridge and complains about everything even as he touches my shoulder and smiles down at me.”
they’re a little more than just best friends and this is really surprising considering Doctor McCoy and Mr. Spock are dating in this universe.
But it’s really cute and Nyota can’t help but promise that they’ll find a way to get Jim back to his Bones. Spock knows he can’t promise, but he does ensure that they will do everything in their power.
It’s a week before Jim gets to go home. It’s nothing special, Scotty found out how to do it while Jim was asleep and Spock gave the order so that Jim could wake up at home with those he recognizes.
TOS Jim wakes up in Bones’ bed a little confussed but really happy to see his best friend.
AOS Jim wakes up in his own bed. It’s empty and cold and he has to get up because obviously other Bones went somewhere.
Except, when he walks outside his room, Jim finds himself standing in front of his Bones who looks like he was just about to ring the bell to get him up. They both just stand there for a moment, completly shocked that they’re here together again. that they have THEIR Jim/Bones back.
it’s only when Bones steps forward and pulls him into a hug that Jim realizes this isn’t a dream and he’s really here. really back home.
He’s not embaressed at all when he starts to cry, because this is the best thing ever and he really missed his Bones.
Prompt: “Reader and Scotty are best friends! Just a bunch of fluff!! Crew fluff, teasing fluff ,mischievous fluff! The fluff that makes you so happy, that you giggle and get so much cuteness overload that your heart literally hurts. :3″ - Anon
Word Count: 1,733
Author’s Note: I’m not sure how “fluffy” this is, but it certainly seems like the kind of friendship I’d love to have with a guy like him. I hope you like it Anon, thank you for your patience! (And with this post I am officially DONE with all the requests from November!! Thank you all so much for your patience, I really appreciate all your support, love, and feedback.) And as promised: gratuitously Canadian reader to follow. Enjoy!
Summary: Stiles Stilinski. Surrounded by a world of supernatural and strange, it’s hard to keep a hold of things, especially ones mind and with something new terrorizing the streets of Beacon Hills the unexpected happens, causing Stiles to react in the only way possible. He is only human after all.
Warnings: Language. Dark. Talk of death. Death of main characters. AU!Stiles
Word Count: 5,004
A/N: Okay, this is deep and dark. I needed a little break form the fluff and got inspired to write this. It’s a little different than what I am use to posting and I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed.
They had made fun of him before. Knuckles turning white as
he gripped the metal bat with such anger. How could Stiles carry around a bat
as all his friends around him were filled with supernatural energy? What could
a strong swing do compare to fangs and sharp nails of a werewolf, or the
screeching scream of a banshee? Enough. It could do enough. Beads of sweat
collected on his forehead, confused eyes were staring at him as if she didn’t
know. “Stiles.” Her voice was breathless, shallow and he could hear the hope.
Lydia Martin. The girl he had been so in love with since before the two
understood what love was. He never thought he would be stalking towards her,
only one idea in mind. He use to have happy thoughts, images on them kissing
dancing in his head, ideas of holding her hand and telling her how much she
really meant to him, how amazing she was and how she had such a beautiful mind
even if she didn’t like to show it that often. But now, now he just wanted to
see that beautiful mind painting one of the school walls. One by one, they were
going to pay, and he was going to be okay with it.
“Scotty! Scott-o! Movie night, just us bros!” Stiles was
excited. Although he enjoyed the idea of being needed around Beacon Hills,
there hadn’t been any supernatural sightings for a while and he was liking the
idea of having his normal life back. Him and Scott were spending a lot more
time together like they did before, stuffing their faces with countless junk
foods and lounging in their pajamas, just being comfortable with each other.
However, when he looked at his best friend, his smile on his face immediately
dropped. Scott was all uneven jaw and apologetic eyes, his lips pursed
together. Stiles was starting to think he was gaining some weird wolf powers by
association, like he could hear Scott’s heart beat through his chest. “Oh
damn.” He sighed. “I’ll go put some real pants on.” Stiles hiked his way up his
stairs so he could get ready for whatever was to come. He knew it was a little
too good to be true. There was never a true break in this town. He was starting
to wonder why he wasn’t being paid for this yet. Grabbing the keys to Roscoe
before heading out, Scott patted him on the back as they exited the house and
made their way to the clinic.
For @conduitstr. Girl we talked so extensively about Christmas on the Enterprise already, but here you go:
So Christmas is no longer really celebrated because wtf, we’re way past that. Besides, they’re months into space with no big floating shopping malls, this isn’t Futurama. And yet, when Uhura and Spock make their way to the Bridge first, there’s a present for both of them, wrapped in actual Christmas wrapping paper. Uhura unwraps hers and it’s just a small statue that’s actually from Africa to add to her collection. Spock’s present is a warm sweater.
“Who still hands out Christmas presents? What century is this?” Chekov asks as he enters the Bridge and sees Spock and Uhura interact with their presents. On his own work station a bottle of expensive Russian whiskey is waiting, with a little card that says “Don’t hide me in lockers. Merry Christmas! x”
Sulu finding different plant seeds. Scotty and Keenser receiving brand new tools to tinker with. Jaylah receives a notebook with years upon years of Starfleet Academy notes to help her with her studies, all messily written on PAPER like it’s some real 21st century shit.
and Leonard walks out of his quarters all grumpy and tired, and then suddenly hands grip on his shoulder and he’s turned around. Before he can react to it, Jim wraps a scarf around his neck and he uses it to pull the other man in closer, kissing him softly. “Merry Christmas, Bones.” Not just that. He hands Leonard his PADD, displaying a Merry Christmas message from Joanna. Leonard watches it in silence. “You arranged this?” He asks, and Jim shrugs casually, but his grin is wide. Somewhat smug. Definitely excited. Leonard leans in to kiss him again, but Jim leans away instead. “Wait,” Jim says, and he holds a piece of mistletoe over his own head. “Now go.” Leonard rolls his eyes. “No, you ruined it.” And he turns to walk away, scarf still around his neck. Jim looks briefly disappointed, barely time to process being rejected a kiss before Leonard’s changed his mind and he kisses Jim anyway.
Jim uses the mistletoe on literally everyone, and he gets so many kisses out of it too. He kisses Spock, full on the mouth, before the other even understands what’s happening. He leans in for Uhura too, but when she gives him that look, he ends up just kissing her cheek. Sulu’s does kiss him, shamelessly so, just short and sweet. Jim has to chase Chekov down the corridors for one, but he still ends up getting that kiss when he traps Chekov between a wall and himself. Chekov gets surprisingly into it. Scotty and Keenser just both kiss his cheeks at the same time. Jaylah doesn’t understand it.
Jim’s drinking mulled wine (how’d he even get his hands on that?) all day.
Jim also arranges an actual dinner with his Bridge crew, Bones, Scotty, Keenser and Jaylah. There is actual food, it’s decent. Made perfect by the company. There’s laughter, there’s mulled wine, and there’s just a big, wacky family.
And Jim’s definitely drunk by the end of the night, but it’s pleasantly so. He feels warm inside when Leonard walks him back to his quarters. “You know you didn’t have to do all that,” Leonard says, and Jim nods. “I wanted to. For my family.” And Leonard just kisses the side of his head, pulling Jim inside his quarters.
Christmas is no longer celebrated. Jim just wanted to do something nice. Cue his surprise when Leonard and him stumble into his bedroom, and there’s just a small pile of presents waiting for Jim. “Oh- what?” Jim asks, looking up at Leonard in confusion. “Enjoy your presents, Jim.” Leonard says, and he sits down on bed. Jim climbs on with him.
Ironically, Chekov’s given him a bottle of whiskey, too, with a card saying: “Please don’t steal my alcohol, have your own. Merry Christmas!”. Chamomile tea from Sulu. A “Best Captain” mug from Uhura. A necklace from Spock (“D'you think it’s a tracking device, too?” Jim asks. “I hope so,” Leonard replies). There is a toy space ship of the Enterprise from the Engineering crew and Jaylah. One he can actually put apart and puzzle back together. It’s a great stress release toy.. Leonard gives him a bottle of Scotch, too. And Jim’s happy with that. It’s great.
But then Leonard hands him more. A small photo album, an actual tangible thing. There’s a picture of Jim and Leonard together in the academy. Taking a deep breath, Jim leans back against Leonard’s chest, and he’s just going through the photos. One of Jim beating Spock at chess. Jim and Chekov helping Jaylah study. Jim and Uhura on shore leave wearing matching leather jackets. Jim helping Sulu out in his gardening room. Scotty and Keenser arguing with Jim down at engineering. Chekov and Jim on the transporter (Chekov really doesn’t look happy about it). Spock and Jim in a heated discussion in rec room. And some selfies of Leonard with Jim unconscious in med bay. Some of the two of them drinking in the ship’s bar. One of Jim asleep with his face just buried in Leonard’s neck. “How did you even get all these photos?” Jim asks, in awe. Leonard shrugs. “You’re not the only one secretly planning gifts months in advance.” Jim huffs out a laugh, turning the page of the photo album to an empty page that simply reads: “For the future”.
When they’re in bed, Jim forces himself even more into Leonard’s personal space than usual. “I can’t believe you got me Christmas presents. An actual photo album, too. You’re such an old man.” He says, but he’s grinning widely, and Leonard leans in to kiss him. “Like you weren’t tearing up about it in the bathroom.” “I wasn’t!” “You were.” Jim gives up with a grunt, and Leonard reaches out to run his thumb just over Jim’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jim.” “You too,” Jim says, “Same time next year?” “Please don’t.”
How about one where Bones and reader are at a retro-themed party and get involved in an awkward game of Twister? @outside-the-government
weren’t quite sure if the Academy had ever done something like that
before, but your breath stopped as you entered the gigantic mess
hall, only to see that all the tables and chairs had vanished and
instead old standing tables were spread all over the room, with
either empty or half full glasses of alcohol on them.
old fashioned bar could be seen in the far back and multiple disco
balls were hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the colorful light
that was shining onto them. Cadets were dancing on a white dance
floor and some type of classical music was playing.
don’t see the fun in this. Why did the Academy decide to throw a
retro-themed party? And also… aren’t we to old for this? We aren’t
Do you see the fun in anything at all? We’ve been here for merely
five minutes and you’re already complaining!“
I like sticking hypos into Jim’s neck.“
morbid and mean“, you said while looking around the room, searching
for a familiar face.
your eyes locked onto something and a smile spread across your lips.
No, I wasn’t twisting your words around!“
you idiot!”, you screamed over the loud music, grabbed Bones arm
and pulled him with you. “Twister! That’s the fun game I showed you
on my PADD before we came to the party! When you asked me what kind
of games they played hundreds of years ago? You can play it with
paint on the dots too!“
groaned. „No! Not that game! I still don’t see the fun or logic in
sound like Spock.“
I? Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. You seem to listen to this green
blooded hobgoblin. Maybe I’ll need to make him agree with me for once
to keep you from playing.“
turned around and looked at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows. „You
do know that Spock agrees with you a lot Bones, right?“
guys! Having fun yet?”, a slightly drunk Jim said behind you and
squeezed himself in between you both, throwing his arms around your
shoulders and dragging you both closer to the game.
When the hell did you arrive? How come you’re already drunk?”
tipsy Bones, tipsy. And I may have had a drink before with Carol. Or
Chapel. Or both…”
Bones grunted you just rolled your eyes. “Well that’s just
up for a game of Twister? We’re playing an Elimination Game and I
wanted to ask if you both would like to form a group together”, Jim
are we playing against?”
and Sulu, Keenser and Scotty and me and Carol.”
Can he even reach from red to green?”
just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t now. But be happy! Less
competition! Not that you would even stand a chance against me or
Carol, we’re flexible-”
we didn’t want to know that, thanks kid”, Bones interrupted the
captain, before he could embarrass himself further. “But I think
I’ll join Spock and watch you play. Y/N can partner up with Uhura.”
won’t be possible”, a new voice said, “Even if this game seems
highly impractical and rather harsh, since the goal of the game is to
bring the others down to the ground, Nyota convinced me to join too.”
then I’m just going to play the referee.”
leave me with no team?!”
Bones, you can’t do that! We have enough people who can take over the
role of the referee while you’re playing. You’re in ‘Team Y/N’ now!”
we at least talk about the team name?”
will not stick my ass in your face Y/N!“, Bones panted some time
later during the final round.
it turned out, Keenser really couldn’t reach over the whole mat and
so Scotty and him couldn’t even participate. Spock had, much to the
happiness of Jim, not quite understood the game and had accidentally
knocked Nyota with him down onto the mat, disqualificating them both.
Chekov had suddenly run of shouting something in Russian and left
Sulu with no choice but to give up.
in the end there were only you and Bones also known as Team Misery
(you had fought really hard against that name, but Bones wanted to
let everybody know that he wasn’t happy at all to be part of the
game) and Jim and Carol also known as Team Gold, thanks to Jim’s
uniform and Carol’s Hair (at least that’s what they said, but you of
course knew it was because they thought they’d win).
had dropped to the floor a few moments prior, making Jim adamant to
win by himself.
you don’t do it, Jim won’t be able to move to your old place and will
need to press his groin to my face to play on and you know that he’ll
do it! Besides, your cute bum isn’t as big as you think it is!“
would! I will not lose!“, Jim said, already moving his leg over
Bones’s back and coming dangerously close to your face.
Stop! You will not press your… Move back, I’ll do it.”
you dare and make me crumble to the floor!”
after, it took Bones some time to persuade Jim to move, your
boyfriends butt was pressed to your face, making it hard for you to
see anything, since you could really move in your current position.
“Just don’t dare to fart in my face. If you do, I promise you that
the couch will be happy to have you for the next few days.”
not my fault if gases want to leave my body.”
then stop them! Squeeze them back in or move and fart into Jim’s
face, he deserves it. It will hopefully 'blow’ the smile of his
I’m right here you know? I can hear you!”
I look like I care? At least you’ve been warned now.”
don’t know what you look like. Ugly pants are hiding your beautiful
face from me.”
stop flirting with my girlfriend and you”, Bones wiggled his butt,
“stop talking altogether, your breath and mouth movement is
tickling my ass.”
it should start to itch because of that, I would be more than happy
to bite it for you.”
You know what?!” Jim let himself fall to the floor, taking Bones
with him and allowing you to see something else than black and
breathe properly again. “I will not be part of your foreplay! If
you want to get kinky and bite each other butts, do it in your
quarters. I’m out!”
the still slightly drunk captain stood up, not looking where he
placed his foot and stomped right on Bones’s hand. “Ah! Jim! Are
you out of your corn-fed mind?!”