ROCKET MAN❞ [ ᵃᵖ ]

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scartissueex:

Derek was about half way into the darkened woods, when he was stopped suddenly in his track. That was a loud crack, and no twig or branch could’ve called that. “Son of a bitch.” Huffing out in annoyance, Derek followed the sound. As he moved closer, Scotty’s scent got stronger. It was him, and he clearly just broke a damn bone. The drunken idiot. Shaking his head, Derek finally found the other male literally face down in the dirt. “I shouldn’t even do this.” He didn’t even try to hide his annoyance, as he jerk Scotty’s arm, simply to set the bone so that it would heal properly. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before you hurt yourself worse. Or you know, die or something.” He said, as he picked up the other male, and supported all of his weight on him to carry him out of the woods.

HE LET OUT A LOUD WHIMPER at the crack, wincing more at the others reaction then the pain that was now spreading up his arm. he wanted to argue, to pull away from the man that stood in front of him, but Derek had taken him completely off guard a yelp of pain escaped his lips, form almost doubling over before he was pulled to his feet, keeping his arm close to his chest he nursed the painful injury. “ yeh didnea have te do tha. i coulda done it myself.” he growled against the other, a scowl upon his now scarlet features as the other carried him. “ i can walk, i’m nee a cripple.”

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scartissueex:

Derek rolled his hues at the message that Scotty had sent. Of course this was a game to him. If the other wolf only knew how annoyed he was already. Knowing his luck, he was going to lost and Derek was going to spend the entire night trying to find him. Arriving at the location, his phone was pulled out. Nothing. Grumbling, he set out trying to pick up Scotty’s scent. It was faint, which meant he was around here somewhere.

A CHUCKLE ESCAPED his lips as he trekked through the forest that perched on the edge of the property, brows furrowing in thought as he turned back in an attempt to retrace his steps. huffing in annoyance at himself, he attempted to stumble back towards the previous direction he had come from, swaying drunkenly, his feet stumbled over themselves attempting to grab onto anything to prevent himself going down, he tripped, form not so gracefully tumbling down the slope there was a familiar sickening crack, and suddenly he was face down in the dirt, a whine escaping his lips as he peered down at his now mangled left hand.

derek was going to do more than murder him, when he caught up to him.

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( @kirkcut ) YOU DIDN’T THINK I’D DO IT. SO.

         IT HAD STARTED OUT AS a game, a stupid wager between them both, Jim making the bet that Scotty didn’t have it in him to put a stupid cardboard box on. oh he was about to be so proven wrong. in his inebriated state, the scotsman barely able to stand, vision entirely blurry, he tugged the cardboard box over his head, sticking his arms through two cut out arm holes a grin on his face.

      “ told yeh, i could do it. looks like yeh buying the next round, laddie. ” he said with a grin. placing his drink down on the table he attempted to tug the box off his body, to no avail. his brows furrowing in concern and concentration as he tugged and pulled in all directions.

     “ give me a hand with this laddie. i cannae get it off me.” panic obvious upon older features.

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scartissueex:

( ✉ → sms scotty ) you won’t be getting the reaction you’re looking for. ( ✉ → sms scotty ) Stay put, I’m almost there.

With that, Derek tossed the phone to the side as he climbed int he car, and headed straight to wear Scotty currently was.

( ✉ → sms derek ) lETs play a game. comE FIND me. itLL be like a TRESAURE hunnnt. <3

a grin upon drunken features as he pocketed his phone stumbling forward and down the patio stairs of the back of the house that bordered on the reserve, his vision slightly blurry as he broke into a jog - hands out stretched to almost feel his way past the trees and the shrubs. he twisted and turned through the reserve until he himself, was well and truly lost. a frown etching upon his features as he attempted to navigate back to the house. he hadn’t meant to get THIS lost. oh derek was going to murder him.

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scartissueex:

Derek would be lying, if he said he didn’t love that his method worked. Ever since he had became an alpha again, he had worked hard on managing his power. Granted, he didn’t like barking out commands and making other wolves bend to his will. However, he surely wasn’t above it to prove his point. Which was exactly the case with Scotty. His stance remained the same, never faltering as he watched the other male crawl to him. Peering down to him, his hues were still crimson just slightly deeper now instead of bright red. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.” The alpha purred, as he bent down slightly cupping a hand underneath his chin.

Lifting Scotty to his feet with ease, Derek tilted his head to the side. A sign of submission, and something he utterly loved. “Now to get you to listen, without forcing my hand.” His voice was husky and low, as he leaned in and swept his lips against the other males neck briefly. Nipping at the flesh, he drew back merely to study Scotty’s features for a moment.

Every ounce of fight that had been present had now vanished, instead the wolf remained on his knees, an almost glazed over look present upon older features. a shiver rolled down his spine at the touch of the other to his neck, his heart slamming against his chest as the alpha pulled him up towards him upon his feet, still he was docile his head dipped lower then the other - even as much as he fought for control, he couldn’t keep his grip on it. he kept his head low as he nodded, though his teeth ground down against themselves - he wouldn’t admit he liked the amount of control the other appeared to have over him.

“ that’ll nee happen in yeh lifetime, laddie.” he grumbled out weakly, his voice wavering for a second - weakness registering across older features. his eyes widened in surprise as the other leaned in, a groan escaping his own lips, as his knees faltered almost unable to hold himself up against the other, he pressed forward against his alpha leaning into the nips across his flesh, disappointment evident upon his features as the other pulled back, though he quickly attempted to disguise it before the other noticed. “ o-one time thing, okau.” he mumbled out, eyes dropping from the others face to the floor. “ this is only a one time thing.”

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 plotted starter ( @kirkcut )

       adjusting back into his daily routine after the incident hadn’t been easy. McCoy had requested the Chief take a few days off, noticed the growth in the bags that hung under his dull green hues. But Scotty had given the man a forced grin, and refused the Doctors order, with his usual cheeky retort, and that had been that. he had checked in with his captain, before managing to avoid the man indefinitely.

     but something was off, not that he himself had noticed the sudden change, his nights becoming more sleepless and when he was finally able to achieve some shut eye, the only thing he could see was his Captain’s face as he uttered his final words, over and over - like a bad movie playing on repeat in his brain; forcing him awake covered in sweat, his breathing heavy. it had been your fault.

             that’s how it had begun.

     Even Scotty’s work had begun to show signs of his wear and tear, usual faultless calculations and continuous improvement and innovations for the ship; slowing. mistakes previously being a rare slip up in engineering, had know become a regular issue for the chief.

          had he set his alarm in the morning for the monthly meeting? he was unsure but when he had rolled over his eyes hat shot awake, not only had he over slept, he had missed fourty minutes into the meeting - tearing out of bed he tugged on his uniform, his digits gabbing the papers upon his desk he tore out of his quarters making his way to the bridge in a frantic scramble.

        god jim was going to kill him.

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isonlypower:

                                            “ POWER MAKES HIM FEEL A L I V E.”

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isonlypower:

                                            “ POWER MAKES HIM FEEL A L I V E.”

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★ ( only if ya want. )

how do i love thee? let me count the ways. ( @antheanstars )

DESIIIIIIIII. OKAY GIRL. i love you so damn much oky. i love everything you write, every character you create, every page you make, every bio you make, every edit you touch, every god damn thing you do. you’re sweet and caring, and lovely, you go out of your way for people, you’re always there for me. and i just love you so much. i love that i met you on a labrynth blog. i love that you play on that muse. everything you do is so talented. everything. you’re a god damn sweetheart des. and i adore you. so so much. i am so glad i met you okay. <3 so damn fucking glad.

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★ pick me pick me??

how do i love thee? let me count the ways. ( @ocaptaiin )

KAIT, FUCK okay. you’re wonderful okay. your jim is one of my damn favourites. you literally have given him a soul and i love that. i love you. i love interacting with him. i love all of our plots okay. i love talking to you. and i know we don’t talk that much and i am so sorry about that cause i’d love to talk to you more. i’d love to actually get to know you. but i think your page, your writing, your interactions are incredible and you such have a warm and inviting nature about yourself okay. you’re just an absolute treasure. an absolute treasure. and i am so thankful i’ve gotten to meet you.

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★ o o o

how do i love thee? let me count the ways. ( @deadsci )

SHAS, okay shit. here we go. I haven’t known you for long, and actually i met you on this character really. but you’re lovely, i love yuor writing, it brings me so much joy. you’re god damn sweet and kind, and lovely. you’re always there. and i love plotting with you okay. fuck i love wade and scotty so much. you’re one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met. and you just have this amazing ability to make everything feel okay, and that everything is going to be okay. you’re an incredibly calming person. i love your writing. i love your characters. that have so much life in them. seriously. you’re a god damn star, tbh.

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★ love me

how do i love thee? let me count the ways. ( @arrowdriven )

         ALY. ooookay. where the fuck do i begin. you are so talented, every single damn character you touch has so much depth, everything we plot is the god damn most amazing thing ever. you’re a sweetheart, and you’re literally the kindest person i know. you’re constantly there for everyone when they need it, whether it be for support and just to fuck around. you’re kind, and you’re sweet. and they’re qualities you don’t see in people a lot these days. you care so much bout everyone and i am so so so lucky to have you in my life. i love writing with you, i love plotting with you, i love staying up and chatting with you. i love talking about random shit. you’re such a precious soul. and honestly. i love you so much okay, you’re v special to me and you deserve the GD world.

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autumnetic:

Hey, I know lots of you are feeling really trashy after last night so send me a ★ and I’ll just gush about you. I will straight up try to say everything I like about you and deserves praising.

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bcnkers:

                                                                                    THE PRODIGAL SON.

          ❝ MAMA, i’ve been thinking. you say i’m destined for G R E A T N E S S, but everything i touch withers away. MAMA, i’m rotting from the inside out - are you listening to me MAMA?? can you hear me?? MAMA i was born with the devil in me and he can’t control himself anymore. ❞

          please note; a HIGHLY triggering character designed to fit into the wonderful wizarding world of HARRY POTTER, interact at YOUR own risk. // written, created and directed by SASH.

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bcnkers:

                             There’s nothin’ crazy about me.

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deadsci:

‘ YEAH. OKAY. SURE. Hey, you wanna go bar hopping? Heard there’s a swanky place over on Denial Street across from the Lane of Lies. ’ Scotty’s easy to rile up, like one of those cheap, vibrating, wind-up toys kids would find in their McDonald’s toys back in the good old days, when everything was better and life wasn’t so full of disappointments. And horse shit. 

‘ Dunno if you’d wanna wear my guts, man. Stinky. Could make a nice set of violin strings, though. ’ And, to prove his point, he makes a slew of irritating, high-pitched violin noises. 

a groan of irritation escaped his lips as he swore under his breath, turning his attention elsewhere, attempting to focus on ANYTHING besides the man attempting to irritate him. he wasn’t about to tell him it was working, or give ANY hints that it was instead he rolled his eyes - his eyes flicking back to the man he HAD been checking out. 

“ do yeh ever shut up? ” he uttered with a glare upon tired and worn features, cringing even more as the other began to make RIDICULOUS noises. he wasn’t about to let him win though, not this time. 

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hooyahs:

    “ —— let’s go with that. ”  he’d thought the lady was  ACTUALLY  a computer … but scotty doesn’t need to know that.  hell,  it looks like the guy has  e n o u g h  to deal with on his own.  in a  rare  bit of mercy,  GQ  pours him a cup of coffee  &&  after a slight afterthought,  a splash of the  WHISKEY  from the open bottle on the counter before sliding it across the counter to the  hungover scot.  “ sip on that,  sunshine.  little  hair of the dog  that bit ya. ”

                &&  that fucker looked like it’d bit  H A R D . 

he leaned over the bench, head in his hands as he let out a groan in reply, his eyes FORCING themselves closed. his stomach felt like it was in his throat, threatening to burst out, swallowing it back down he lent up eyes FLICKING over the soldier slowly, as if he didn’t trust him. “ what is it? ” he mumbled softly, attempting to keep even the volume of his own voice down. “ yeh know what. DUNNAE answer that.” he mumbled weakly as he raised the mug to his lips, sipping slowly, the warm taste of coffee earning the soldier a satisfied grunt. 

                 “ how come yeh alright, YEH drank more than I.”