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Scotty doesn’t know that Rozanov and me do it in my room every game day. He thinks that I’m with ‘lily’ but I never go till I’m at his door and SCOTTY DOESNT KNOW

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"sirius doesn't know that remus and me do it at st eddy's every summer"

- grant chapman

Naoya doesn't know!

"Naoya will know, Naoya has to know Naoya's gotta know, gonna tell Naoya Gonna tell him myself"

scotty doesn't know concept! pt.1

warnings: smut-ish, cheating, cheating on naoya w/ toji, marriage with naoya, scotty doesn't know conceptt

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naoya doesn’t know that you aren’t really hanging out with your friends but on your knees in front of toji, the man he looks up to the most, all teary eyed as he thrusts his cock down your throat as if you were his personal fuck toy.

naoya doesn’t know that the “grocery store” is really toji bullying your poor pussy with his relentless cock until you drench the sheets multiple times screaming his name in the same bed that you and naoya shared.

naoya doesn’t know that you being a “good wife” and doing the laundry and cleaning the house is really just you covering up all the places toji made you cum.

naoya doesn’t know that toji hates his guts and can’t stand to see you forced to marry such an incel, him being the one to actually initiate your meetings…

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Scott Hunter does kinda know tho

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Wally Doesn’t Know - Part 1

(Dick Grayson x fem!reader)

Summary: You tell Wally you’re at church, but you don’t go. Wally doesn’t know his girlfriend and his best friend do it every Sunday.

Notes: Based on the song Scotty Doesn’t Know. established relationships + cheating, but not really angsty this chapter

No content warnings needed!

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The alarm clock on the nightstand next to you rang just seconds after you woke up. You jolted upright and turned it off, already buzzing with excitement. Today was your favorite day of the week; the day that you got you through the rest of the week.

You quickly climbed out of bed and saw the other side of the bed was empty. A giddy smile spread across your face. Wally was already up - no need to hide it. You practically bounced over to your dresser and pulled out a lacey blue thong - his color blue - before covering it with your “Sunday best.” Standing in front of a mirror, you smoothed out the soft dress. It was nice enough to pass for church attire, but short enough to provide easy access. Buttons ran down the front of the dress, and you shuddered at the thrilling thought of him slowly unbuttoning them.

As you bounded down the stairs, you could hear the soft clanking of a spoon against a bowl and Wally’s daily news show. “Hey babe,” Wally called over his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and when he caught sight of you out of the corner of his eyes, he did a literal double-take. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

“Babe, it’s Sunday,” you giggled - it was kind of cute he still did double takes when he saw you.

“Oh, right! Well, have fun at church. Tell God I said hi.”

“I will!” you said brightly. You headed out the back door, leaving Wally to his news show.

Once outside, you did a quick scan of your surroundings. Not a soul in sight. With a deep inhale, you focused on where you wanted to be, and when you exhaled, you were there. A solid wooden door stood in front of you. You steeled yourself and tried to take some calming breaths before knocking. Even after all these years, he still made you feel like a nervous school-girl.

The door swung open. Dick Grayson stood on the other side, shirtless, with a towel hung over his shoulders. His defined abs glistened with water, making your breath catch in your throat. His usually neat black hair was damp and tousled. A pearly-white grin grew across his face as he eyed you up and down.

“You’re early,” he teased. You smiled and entered his studio apartment. “Well, I wanted to get a good seat at church,” you teased back.

He laughed, then shut the door, making sure to lock it. You let your purse drop to the ground and hopped up to sit on his table. “Is that a good seat?” he asked. You crossed your legs and smoothed your skirt, discreetly pulling it up so he could almost see your whole leg. Excited butterflies swirled in your core. The little game you two played was your favorite part.

“Hmm, I think so. Though, I’m a little far away from the main event…”

The grin on Dick’s face turned mischievous. He slowly walked over to you and placed his hand down on either side of your hips. The air between you two sparked with electricity as his face neared yours. It took everything in you not to immediately close the small gap and kiss him.

“Is this close enough?” he asked.

You slightly shook your head left and right, never letting your eyes leave his deep blue ones. He leaned in closer, and you uncrossed your legs so he could slot himself between them. His face lowered to your neck, his warm breathe sending tingles across your skin. “How ‘bout now?” he murmured into your skin, peppering kisses up and down your neck.

You had no response but an airy gasp of pleasure. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand tangling itself in his damp hair. His hands slid to your waist, holding you as he leaned into you more. His soft kisses grew deeper as they traveled lower and lower. Each point of contact sent sparks across your skin. When he reached the edge of your dress, he pulled away and lowered you down flat against the table.

“You sure you still want this?” He leaned over you, slightly out of breath.

The thought of Wally sitting alone at home danced through your mind, with his soft red hair and freckles that you loved to count. He was so sweet, so goofy. So trusting. He truly believed you were at church.

But then you looked into the pools of ocean in Dick’s eyes, and melted beneath him all over again. Even after you’d said yes a million times, he still asked. His hands on you still felt so special. He made you feel like no one else ever could. He was everything.

You grabbed onto either end of the towel around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Your lips moved in tandem, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Muffled moans mixed together. When the both of you needed air, he only pulled back slightly, lips practically brushing against each other. “I’m sure,” you whispered.

With that, he descended on your lips again. You melded together in a fiery, passionate kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while his hands explored your body. He squeezed at your hips before traveling upwards and groping at your breasts. You gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to nip at your bottom lip. Pulling back from you, he grinned at the lustful expression on his face.

“Let’s get this off of you,” he said, more to himself than to you, as he began unbuttoning your dress. Each button revealed a new section of bare skin, save your undergarments. He took his time, enjoying your growing desperation. When he finally reached the bottom, the dress fell away to reveal your lacey blue underwear. He groaned at the sight of your scantily clad body and dropped his head - the exact reaction you were hoping to elicit.

“You like?” you teased, biting your lip seductively.

He lifted his head back towards you, eyes twinkling with lust. “You… are going to be the death of me.”

A giggle escaped you, and he leaned down to capture it with a kiss. Your laugh turned into a moan as his tongue slid into your mouth and swirled around yours. You wrapped around him tighter to pull him closer, clinging to his back. His wet chest pressed against your bare skin, and you shuddered at the coolness.

Suddenly, in one swift movement, Dick slid his arms underneath you and picked you up off the table. Never parting his lips from you, he carried you to his bed. Only when he deposited you onto it did he stop touching you. He quickly discarded his towel and practically tore off his pants. You drank in his toned body as he did so, eyes fixating on the growing tent in his boxers. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered even faster, and your heartbeat pounded in your chest. He crawled on top of you, nudging your legs apart with his knees.

“I think it’s time for this to go too,” he said while unclasping your bra. Your nipples perked up at the sudden cool air. “God, you’re so beautiful,” Dick purred, sinking his head down to your chest. His lips wrapped around your nipple and gently sucked, eliciting a gasping moan from you. He pleasured your other nipple between his fingers, and your back arched towards him.

“Ohhh, Dick.” You wrapped your legs around his waist again to bring his arousal closer to you, clumsily grinding against him. He groaned into your breast, and his teeth threatened to nip you. His other hand found your hips and lifted you up slightly so you could grind on him better. The growing, unsatisfied pleasure in your core was starting to become unbearable. Whines and mewls spilled from your lips. He lifted his head from your chest, releasing your nipple with a pop, before trailing kisses up your neck.

“You want me to touch you?” His voice was hot against your neck, heating up your skin even more. “Yes, please,” you unashamedly begged.

Dick happily obliged. The hand that was on your breast slid down until it reached where you wanted him the most. He slipped his fingers into your panties, lightly skimming over your already-slick folds. His thumb settled on your clit, and he started rapidly circling it. Your legs tried to clench together, the sensation almost pleasantly unbearable, but his knees kept them open. Each swirl of his thumb made your body tremble beneath him, threatening to overwhelm you.

“Oh, God, Dick - fuck-“ you sputtered. Colored dots crossed your vision. You clutched at his back and hair as you felt your climax rising.

Just as you were about to come, his hand moved away. A pitiful whine escaped you at the interruption. He chuckled against you, then slid a single finger into you. Your hips bucked up towards him, chasing your pleasure.

“More?” he asked, clearly teasing.

“Mmph, Dick, please!” you whimpered. You could feel his smile against his skin - he loved it when you begged for him.

Mercifully, he added a second finger, and pushed them both inside of you. Your head fell back with a deep moan as he began pumping them in and out. His movements were deep but languid, drawing out your pleasure. You mindlessly rocked against him in an attempt to please yourself quicker. Noticing your neediness, he curled his fingers inside you. Shameful whines fell from your lips as he rapidly twitched against your walls. His lips refound your breast, and his tongue swirled around your nipple as he sucked on it.

“I-oh, f-fuck, fuck, Dick!” you cried out, right at your precipice. He picked up his pace, abusing the most sensitive spot inside you. The shockwaves running through your body grew stronger and stronger until you had no choice but to succumb to them. You clenched down on him, walls spasmed around his fingers, your own cum dripping down beneath you.

Feeling your release, Dick pulled his fingers out and lifted them to his lips. The two of you locked eyes while he sucked your juices off of himself. He drew it out, making you wait. Your head felt light, like you were intoxicated by his touch. Your pussy fluttered around nothingness. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped.

“Just as delicious as you are stunning.”

A stupid smile spread across your cheeks. You pulled him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. His hard length pressed against your heat, and he moaned into your mouth. In one swift movement, he broke away, leaning back on his heels, and tore his boxers off. The fire inside you reignited at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock. He lowered his hips, lining himself up with your entrance.

“You want this?”

You nodded fervently. “Please.”

Dick didn’t take any time to hesitate. The thick tip of his cock pushed into you, stretching out your cunt. He pumped in and out of you slowly, forcing more of himself into you with each thrust to let you adjust to his size. His head fell to your shoulder, and strangled groans hit your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist and pulled him into you. He took to sign to bury himself in your heat, filling you up.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped. All you could respond with were mewls and moans of your own. His pace picked up, and the sound of him fucking your slick cunt filled the room, mixed with both of you crying out each others names. Overcome with desire, he drove into you like an animal. The bed beneath you shook from his powerful thrusts. The tip of his cock slammed into a particularly sensitive spot, and you cried out as your walls tightened around him. Your back arched and your head fell back with overwhelming pleasure. Dick sucked at your skin, threatening to leave a hickey.

“Shit, I can’t…” Dick said to himself, his voice strangled. His movements grew sloppy and shallower. “Wait, here.” He fully removed himself from you, leaving you feeling horribly empty, then guided you into a better position.

You rolled over onto your knees and lifted your hips towards him. Standing at the edge of the bed, he gripped your hips and thrust himself back inside you. From this new angle, he could push into you even deeper, filling you up completely. A gasping moan from the new feeling of being completely full spilled from your lips. His hands pulled and massaged your cheeks, slight pain mixing with pleasure. As he resumed his precious pace, you pressed your face against the bed to muffle your moans. Each snap of his hips threatened to shatter you again, and each moan from you threatened to shatter him.

You could feel his dick pulsing inside you. Your hips bounced back, meeting his thrusts halfway. As his climax approached, his movements grew sloppy, and he let you fuck yourself on him. Right as he was about to finish, a cellphone ringing interrupted him. Worse, it played the cheesy song Wally had set as your ringtone for him. Dick grabbed your hips to still them and groaned behind you. “Don’t tell me that’s Wally.” All you could do was slightly nod, frozen in panic. He pulled out of you, and your hips fell to your ankles in shame. Panicked thoughts ran rampant in your mind.

Why would Wally be calling? He thought you were in church - you don’t call someone during church! Did he know? How could he possibly know??

You could hear the soft padding of footsteps behind you, and then the sound of your purse opening. The cheesy song grew louder as Dick walked back to you with your phone in hand. With his free hand, he lifted your hips back up. To your surprise, he slid his length back into you, meeting no resistance, eliciting a gasp from you. Right as you relaxed around him again, he held your phone against your cheek.

“Dick, wha-“

His thumb pressed the screen to accept the call. The speaker crackled to life. “W-Wally?” you said, silently praying he would think your hushed tone was from being in church. Behind you, Dick thrusted into you, graciously slower than before. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as Wally talked.

“Hey, babe! I was just wondering, can you stop by the grocery store on your way home? I know we just went shopping, but you know how I am, I’m already -“

“Wally,” you hissed, somehow managing to say the right name, “I’m in church.”

“Oh, crap! Sorry babe, totally spaced out. Tell God I said sorry!”

“Yep,” you managed to get out. Dick put you out of your misery and ended the secret three-way call. All the moans you had been holding in poured out of you. “You… are… evil,” you gasped.

For once, Dick had no response except grunts and pants. He picked up his pace, jackhammering into you frantically. You quaked beneath him, both from his powerful thrusts and from the waves of electricity coursing through you. His hips smacked against your ass, the slight sting only heightening your pleasure. Your knuckles turned white from how tightly you were gripping the blankets, desperate for something to hold on too. The faster he rutted into you, the tighter your wrapped around him. His tip found your sweet spot again, and at the sound of your cries, he abusingly slammed into it repeatedly. It all became too much, and your whole body stilled, save the momentum from his thrusts.

“Fuckkk, Dick!” you screamed out. Your guts tightened before convulsing around him, the world around you shattering. Your eyes rolled to the back off your head, your vision blurring as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“F-fuck, that feels, Christ, you feel so good,” Dick gasped. You could feel with cock throbbing inside you. His movements grew frenzied as he chased his own high, roughly slamming into you over and over again. Right at the last second, he pulled out, and hot cum spilled across your ass and back. When you were sure he had finished, you collapsed onto the mattress, out of breath.

After catching his own breath, Dick walked around the side of the bed to your head. “Don’t move, I’ll go get a washcloth,” he said, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. You complied. A moment later, he returned with a wet washcloth in hand and gently wiped his cum off your skin. Once clean, you stretched out and rolled over onto your back. Dick tossed the washcloth into a hamper before tugging his boxers back on.

A lazy smile formed on your face. Your body hummed, content and blissed out. Dick handed you back your discarded underwear and climbed into bed next to you. Once you were slightly redressed, you shuffled into his arms. His warm arm wrapped around you, and you nuzzled closer into his shoulder. Your head fit against him perfectly, like you were made to be there. He smelled like fresh peppermint, slightly tainted by sweat. The two of you laid there together in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Dick broke the silence first. “You should go soon. Wally will wonder where you are.” Despite his words, he made no effort to move. His thumb gently rubbed back and forth over your shoulder.

You let out a deep sigh, the reality of the situation sinking back in. You looked towards the clock on the wall- you had fifteen minutes left of “church.” There was no way Dick didn’t know that. He knew exactly when you usually arrived and exactly when you needed to leave. You tilted your head up to look at him. His jaw was tensed, and he was staring up at the ceiling. The smile on your face faded as your heart dropped.

“Yeah, ok,” you acquiesced, rising from the bed. As you stood up on trembling legs, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey,” he said softly, “See you next week?”

His eyes were full of guilt and hope. Guilt over betraying his best friend, hope for something more with you. You smiled down at him and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Of course.”

His usual smiled returned, and you left to him get redressed. You could feel his eyes on you as you regathered your things. With one last parting glance, you opened the door and left his apartment. On your way home, you made sure to stop by the grocery store.

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Chapter 28: Scotty Doesn't Know

of "Every Flavor of You," Part III

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“One-two, one-two-three-four,” Stiles called out, and then Derek was playing. Playing a bass guitar. On a stage. In front of a crowd of people. A huge crowd of people.

Well, except, Derek was kind of tucked in the back. Scott was standing at a microphone singing and waving his arms around and Kira was right next to him playing an electric guitar and doing some hairography with all the big notes.

Derek looked to his left and found Stiles, on a platform, at a drumset, completely in his element. He was wearing only a pair of skinny jeans and was moving so fast it looked like he had two pairs of arms. The expression on his face was wild and open like he was taking in every moment, living in the joy of making noise with his friends. Music even.

Actually, the more Derek experienced the music they were making together, the more he thought they were pretty good. They had a grungy sound with a lot of kick and Derek was starting to feel the groove of it that Stiles was so clearly manifesting.

By the time Derek and Stiles jumped into this world, the band only had a few songs left, and after they finished their last song, Derek felt electrified listening to the crowd roar, even if they were (mercifully) too hard to see beyond the glare of the stage lights.

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“Good show, kids,” Finstock said as the four of them came backstage. Finstock? The memories were slower coming than they had been in a while. Oh that’s right. Finstock was their band manager. "No partying tonight. I'm not driving to Tijuana to pick you up like I had to with my last band when Greenberg snorted something and ran off with a Russian gymnastics team." The four of them gaped at Finstock, who sighed. "We got a 15-hour bus ride to Denver for tomorrow's show. Get some food, then we hit the road, and you can sleep on the bus."

“Come on,” Kira said, “I found a cute burger shop near here that still serves your table on roller skates.”

“Aren’t those drive-in restaurants only?” Stiles asked. “Don’t you need a car for that? All we have is the bus.”

“I saw tables in the photos,” Kira said. “Come on, it looks fun.”

Derek moved to grab Stiles’ hand as the four of them turned to go, but Stiles elbowed him fraternally in the arm.

“Good, show, Derek,” Stiles said, emphasizing his full name, while raising his eyebrows meaningfully. “You really played well tonight. Always the base of our group.”

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Like Kira promised, the burger joint was a lot of fun. It had a retro vibe, with neon lights, oldies music, and booths that looked like something out of the Jetsons. All the servers wore short circle skirts, and all of the servers were guys. Derek was hypnotized. But so were Stiles, Kira, and–to Derek’s surprise–Scott.

After their particularly leggy server dropped off their food and skated away, Kira elbowed Scott, “You should get his number, Scotty.”

“What?” Scott said, face immediately flushing. “No.”

“I don’t know why you get so shy around guys you like,” Kira teased. "I saw the way you were staring at him.”

“Hey!” Scott protested. “The rest of you were staring too.”

“Yeah,” Kira shrugged, “but he made eyes at you. I think you have a chance.”

“Not like it matters anyway,” Scott grumbled. “We’re on the road in like half an hour, and who knows when we’ll be back in LA.” He sighed and looked down at the table.

Derek was slow to catch on, but it was all gradually coming back to him. Why were the memories so much slower this time? Was it because the jump in was rougher than the previous few? Was it because he didn’t remember Scott being bi in any of the other worlds that it was hard to remember here?

“Derek,” Scott said, “why don’t you ask him? Everyone is always into you even if you’re always so quiet.”

Derek felt like his entire brain stopped working. Were he and Stiles not together here? Stiles said they would only go to worlds where they were together. He didn’t like not being with Stiles. Stiles was his soulmate. His husband. Even if they weren’t legally married in this world, it would always be true in his heart.

Instinctually, he turned to Stiles, who quickly turned to Scott.

“Is our leading man here trying to get the spotlight off himself for once, Scotty?” Stiles jested.

“Dude,” Scott said, “it’s way easier to be on stage in front of a hundred people–a million people–than to ask one person out.”

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“You okay, Der?” Scott said back on the bus. Jesus. Scott called him Der here but Stiles wouldn’t? What was going on in this world? “You’ve been kind of quiet tonight.”

“Yeah,” Derek said. “Just tired.”

“You really played your heart out, on stage there, big guy,” Stiles said. “No wonder you’re tired. Maybe we should all go to sleep soon.”

Derek relaxed a little, hearing Stiles call him something other than just ‘Derek.’ Why did his own name sound so awful coming out of his soulmate’s mouth? It was like being full-named when you were in trouble or something.

“I know you’re right, but I’m still so amped up from our show,” Scott said. “We sounded really good tonight, guys. Locked in.”

Kira pumped her fists. “We did! We rock, guys!”

“Well if you guys are going to stay partying, do it away from all the bunks at least,” Stiles said.

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“Shh.” It came from outside the curtain on Derek’s bunk at the back of the tour bus, where he was staring at the light leaking through onto the ceiling a foot above his head.

The curtain peeled back and Stiles crawled in with him.

“Stiles,” Derek breathed.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles said. “I swear I’m getting this down, but I kind of messed up that jump.”

“Are we not together here?” Derek whispered. “My memories have been really slow this time.”

“Oh. No. We totally are.” Stiles gave Derek a squeeze. “It’s just that Scotty doesn’t know.”

Derek tilted his head. “Why doesn’t Scott know?”

Stiles sighed. “He and I both came out together at the same time in high school in this world. We didn’t know what to do with the fact that we were both sexually compatible when we had assumed we weren’t. We kind of decided that we didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship by ever doing anything about it.”

“I mean, I get that,” Derek said. “But why are you and I hiding, then?”

“Well because you became our friend not long after that, and it kind of felt like we had a rule against dating friends, but I kind of fell for you hard and then figured out you were into me too once we started touring. We’ve been doing this whole sneaking around thing for a while.”

Derek wasn’t sure what to say, so he just held Stiles to himself.

“We can just tell him, though,” Stiles said after a while. “If you want. I hope you know you’re my number one priority. Always.”

“You’re mine too,” Derek said, feeling warm. “But, these aren’t really our lives. You know? I don’t feel like we can make any big decisions for them. It just feels… wrong.”

Derek could feel Stiles shrugging in his arms. “You have impulse control, I guess. I don’t think me in any world would be shocked by me making a life changing decision on a whim.”

Derek kissed Stiles on the head. “Maybe it’ll be fun. Sneaking around.”

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Having to wake up before anyone else was awake so Stiles could sneak out before anyone realized he was there was not in fact fun. It was dumb and immediately made Derek grumpy.

When he got out of bed, he made himself some coffee and a bagel in the bus’s kitchenette.

“Morning,” Kira said as he was struggling through spreading a single-serve tub of cream cheese on his bagel with a plastic knife.

Derek grumbled a noise that could plausibly be ‘morning’ in response.

Kira looked him up and down and sighed. “Der,” she whispered, “I really don’t think Scotty’s gonna care as much as you guys think when he finds out.”

“You know?” Derek said, his throat dry.

Kira laughed. “Even Bobby knows, and he’s like the most oblivious manager ever.”

Derek gaped. “Really? For how long?”

“Der, the only reason Scotty doesn’t know is because he looks at Stiles with the same stupid heart-eyes that you do.”

Derek slumped. This world was complicated. “So he’s in love with Stiles too.”

“Definitely. But I think it’s platonic love. He may be the front-man, but to Scott, Stiles will always be the star of the show.”

“Stiles was behind us all starting this band,” Derek remembered.

“Yup. But when Scott finds out, he’s going to be happy for you guys.” Kira squeezed Derke’s shoulder. “He loves both of you.”

---

The Denver show went great. Derek let here-him take over on stage, which made performing more fun than in LA. But his favorite part was when he managed to get a few minutes to make out with Stiles in the green room when Kira distracted Scott and took him to the VIP lounge to meet some fans before the show. But the best part was they didn’t have to get on the bus again that night because their next show wasn’t for another three days, which meant they were staying in a hotel.

“Knock, knock,” Stiles said as Derek opened the door to his room. “You got room in that king-size there, mister?”

Derek picked Stiles up and carried him to the bed.

---

Later, they were lying in the bed together, Stiles curled up against Derek, Derek stroking Stiles’ torso.

“I’ve decided the bubble thing is real,” Stiles said.

“Of all the different worlds?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought we knew it was real.” Derek said.

“Did we?” Stiles said. “I was kind of assuming it was just like a visualization technique or something, but I noticed I can’t change it. Like if I imagine the image of a face in my head, I can adjust different details, but this isn’t like that.”

“What’s it like?”

“I don’t know. Like a selection menu or something. Like I can kind of see into the different worlds, but also it’s not just seeing. I can feel them. What it’s like to be in them. What it feels like to be me in those worlds. I think those are the real feelings that I am feeling in that world at that time.”

Derek tipped Stiles’ head up and kissed him. “That’s good, right? It means you’re getting more control over it, right?”

Stiles smiled. “Yeah. I think so.”

---

Derek found tour bus life fun when they had time to make stops along the way. Kira and Stiles were both big suckers for tourist traps: biggest ball of yarn, museum of little spoons, mine-your-own-gemstones kinds of places.

There were a lot of restaurants on the road that claimed to serve “America’s Best” something. There were at least three “Best Burgers” on this route alone. And then there were the giant food restaurants. The kinds that had an impossibly-sized burrito or stack of hot-dogs or foot-tall tower of pancakes that was free if the customer could eat it all before they left. Stiles and Scott both loved those challenges. They would always fail, and then let Derek and Kira pick off extra from their plates, but they could never resist.

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“Stiles,” Derek said after Stiles snuck into his bunk their third day in a row on the road, “do you feel recharged enough to jump soon?”

“You sick of being on stage?” Stiles asked with a cocked eyebrow as he snuggled up against Derek.

“I’ll deal with being on stage if that’s what it takes to be in a world where I can put my arm around you without having to check if Scott’s there.”

Stiles looked up at Derek. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean this has been fun, but it hasn’t been feeling like a honeymoon anymore.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said. “I think I can jump us somewhere new. Where do you think we should go?”

Derek shrugged. “Anywhere you want. I think you should try to pick somewhere more specific. Try to get better at selecting exactly where we should go.”

“Like, to develop the skill more?”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“Okay,” Stiles said, and he leaned forward and kissed Derek, and Derek got so caught up in the kiss that he hardly noticed when everything faded into blackness.