#snot mccalal my beloved

[metagalacticx]

scira au: they meet on a cruise 🌊💕🛥🌸 [1/2]

“Sorry, sorry! Really sorry. Here—”

Kira looks up, and the guy winces, his free hand frantically brushing cake crumbs from the side of her skirt.

She was so close— the tray hovering over the table, legs positioned perfectly to slide into her seat— when she felt the entire weight of a person twice her size crash into her, and now what should have been her dinner is splattered everywhere. At first she felt a stab of panic— an iceberg? freak storm? maybe a hole in the hull— but everything else was stationary.

“Hey, I can— I can fix that,” the guy says about the mess on the waxed floor. Then he flashes a finger, “Wait, just— hold on!”

Kira tries to smile.

She’d decided to embark on this three-week cruise for self-care reasons. To focus only on her needs; decentering everything she’s carved her identity around for most of her life— family, friends, her job. To give herself a little space and time to figure out what she really wants, not what she thinks other people want for her.

But it’s been three hours since she got on the Hale of a Whale and in that time she’s bruised her leg from bumping into her cabin dresser, and got two plates of buffet food spilled over her favourite pleated skirt. None of it is wet, which she supposes is a blessing. She’s choosing to ignore the pizza stain on the tongue of her Jordans. It’s not there, it’s not there.

The guy’s talking to one of the servers, and his face crumples as they must tell him they’re out of whatever it is he thinks can fix this.

“Sorry, they… they can’t come right now. But someone’s coming! I’ll make sure it gets cleaned up, I promise!”

“Yeah,” Kira mumbles. She just wants to go back to her room and wallow. She’s loath to admit it but she wishes her Dad were here. “That’s all right. I’ll just… yeah.”

“I’m so sorry!”

He looks crestfallen, and Kira feels kind of bad. Sure, he’s made a mess and somehow none of his food spilled. But she thinks of her Mom and how she never allows Kira to apologise more than once. It doesn’t really fix anything, does it? I can tell you’re sorry. No need to dwell. 

So Kira sighs, sags her shoulders and smiles for real this time. “Don’t worry about it. I can just go back. We’ve got all the time in the world here, right?”

That gets him to smile. It’s warm and definitely more at home on his face than the guilt and panic.

He’s sheepish when he says, “Yeah, we kind of do...”

Kira does it all again— chooses a little bit of everything, even adds an extra slice of pizza for comfort— and it’s not so bad. Until she’s looking around for another table and not one of them is free.

Then she sees him. He’s perched at the edge of his seat, twisted in the chair to look over at her, legs spread like he’s about to walk. He waves, and his smile brightens when she lifts her chin.

He mouths something, slow— hands gesticulating haltingly, like he’s not quite sure he means to do it. She can’t tell what he’s saying but he points to his table and himself enough times for her to get the gist.

“Hey…” she says, like she’s begging him a favour and not at all like he’s lucky she’s not standing in a corner waiting for someone to clean her perfect table with the perfect view and the perfect distance away from the family with the three noisy kids.

He stands until she slides into the seat facing him. “Sorry again.”

“No... Thanks for letting me sit here.”

“It’s my pleasure, really! I’d give it up if you asked.”

Kira looks up slowly from her slice of cake, “Well—”

“But,” he hurries before she can finish, “I’m glad you chose to sit with me.”

There’s a lilt in her voice when she says, “Didn’t really have a choice. You kind of took the last one.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry…” 

And he doesn’t look it, either. He’s grinning. “I’m really not.” 

His eyes crinkle and he keeps staring, making no attempt to touch his plate. She would call him out on it but she realises she’s staring too.

“So you’re saying you’re glad you knocked all my food to the ground.”

The glass in his hand clinks when he lowers it to the table. “I’m saying I might have noticed you earlier and while I didn���t mean to bump into you like that, I’m glad it turned out this way because now I can ask for your name and maybe we can hang out sometime? You know, since we have all the time in the world here…”

She thinks she wants to tell him he won’t be seeing much of her, that she’ll be busy doing yoga and going to the shows and getting wisps of ocean water and salt in her hair. But he’s still smiling, and it’s bright, and somehow… somehow it doesn’t feel wrong. So she tucks falling strands behind her ear and looks down at the second helping of cruise ship food. “It’s Kira.”

“Kira… I've got a friend named Kira.”

“Really?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m hoping by the time I leave here I will.”

Her mouth falls open and a laugh bubbles in her chest and rises in sweet waves past her lips. “Oh, that’s smooth. Where’d you learn that one?”

“Work. Wait, no— that one wasn’t Hayden. Stiles. Anyway, I’m Scott. Sorry for getting food all over you.”

“Well, Scott. You’re lucky there was no empty table left.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Scott sticks a fork into the sushi, and somehow manages to make it cute.

He’s also still grinning.

Kira’s lips curl and she pops a fry into her mouth. She has three weeks left to bask in the sun and breathe in crisp ocean air. Three weeks to find herself again. She supposes there’s nothing wrong if she makes a friend.

#i’m literally just going to copy and paste the tags from before i do not care sorry #scira #scira moodboard #i have never made scott or kira content before. neither individually nor as a ship. #which if you know anything about my teen wolf feelings will definitely come as a surprise??? #i would like to thank two specific people #firstly #unspokenstydia #for the scira suggestion! #and spike!! <33 who informed me about what cats look like because i had never seen one ever before in my life #kira my lil meow meow #snot mccalal my beloved #i am scared but mostly good scared #anyway they’re cute less than three #twgs #ficx #only adding one extra tag to say tumblr hates me personally.