scartissueex:

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.”

scartissueex:

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.

( @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.

scartissueex:

( ✉ → 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.

scartissueex:

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.”

 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.

deadsci:

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. 

hooyahs:

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.”