Stiles moves to Florida after college to work at the country’s largest Marine Animal Rescue. Derek volunteers at the SPCA because he’s an ass with no job and no real commitments. They meet at the grocery store and eventually fluffy romance happens. Stiles sometimes has a tail. Derek is sometimes a wolf.
“So yeah, if you wanna date me, you can look forward to movie nights, homemade cookies, and absolutely no sex,” Stiles concludes, hope swelling in his chest as Derek gives him a thoughtful look. “Cuddling and forehead kisses are negotiable.”
If you ask anyone, Derek was never the most diabolic devil in the horde. And saying that was actually an understatement. The same way that if you ask Stiles’ friends, he was the most flirtatious motherfucker in the whole school. Plot twist? He was ace as they come.
“There’s–always been something wrong, I think. Or maybe it just started in middle school. I don’t know.” That was when he’d started noticing, at least. He already knew he was different, wasn’t human. Had to keep track of what everyone else was doing anyway so he could fake it, if he had to. He just didn’t know what to do when he realized he was faking something his sisters hadn’t had to. “I just know I’m not–haven’t ever–wanted. People. Like that.”
YAAAY! Walter the sea otter (rescued last month with gunshot wounds to his head and body) is doing well enough to eat clams and shrimps and generally look adorable as he bobbles the clam shells around.
I think I finally know what I want to be, a marine animal/mammal rescuer. I just don’t know how to go about it. I mean, I’ll probably be graduating next year and I’ll have to go to college to work in the marine animal feild. But I don’t really know what I’ll have to study to do that. Like, do I have to take a marine biology course? A marine vet course? What? Idk. If you know please let me know. Thanks. :]