#heart eyes emoji was not supposed to go there but it makes it funnier so its taying

[gemharvest]

You knowwwww it's dire when I'm listening to songs trying to figure out if it actually works for a ship or if I'm accidentally projecting the shitass relationship I had.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Mtach up thing please! <3

Female, INFJ-T, Sagittarius. 155cm (tiny potato, just dont smash it on my face or I will get insecure)I would never, brown eyes, long light brown hair, pale with freckless. Average-skinny. Wear glasses for study/work which is basically 24/7 same and have some tattoos here and there.

I think Im more of an ambivert but more close to the introvert side. I’m smiley but still people tend to tell me that they thought I was rude (or directly a bitch) highly doubt it they just jealous but found out I’m not that bad, guess that’s on bitch resting face :( nope :) better. Socially awkward but after I get comfortable I fool around a lot, memes and vine references give me life. I tend to do the opposite of what I’ve been told just because I don’t like it when people order me things.pffff can relate Tho I’m shy I will not hesitate to step up if someone is being rude with someone specially if is towards a friend or someone close to me. I try to be very caring and supportive for anything you will need but also empathic, I cry if someone cries kjdfhgk but try to hold it together so I can help and not make feel worse the other person you seem very nice pls be my friend

I’m sensitive, I get stressed and anxious easily and for that I constantly have headaches and stomach ache,noooooo :( I have a whole self-care routine to help me with that or else I will, without a doubt ,get sick. I don’t like places that are too crowded or very loud noises, it makes me nervous. I’m your “will cry if gets too anxious” person. yup you are to innocent and cute to be my friend I’m either “Mama bear” scary or “will murder you in your sleep” scary.....I’m just a marshmallow tho

I like reading welcome to the bookworm club, learning random things. I love art in general, music, painting, dancing, etc. I love animals too! All of them, cats, dogs, birds, frogs, please let them all in(but my weak spot are cats, I cant deny it). I’m vegan, try to make it the most healthy possible (eating well, taking vitamin D and B12 to not die that was funnier than all of my jokes combined i died ). Sugar is my passion and my minimum 4 tsp of sugar per coffee knows it(this is where the I eAt HeAlThYy goes to hell xD damn right lmao, you still healthier then me). When it comes to music I like a bit of everything, I will be listening alternative rock or metal and then jump to kpop, tho I’ve been into chill lofi lately, specially when is mix of a series or movie cause nostalgia hits hard and I’m into that shit kjhjk I also have a playlist of Disney, anime or movie songs/soundtracks because it helps me to study or work more motivated, your girl needs motivation to not stare into space for 1 hour straight,kjkiijjioh same tho Im quite disperse, I always forget where I put things and then blame the goblins for that, but it turns out, it was on my hand all the time lollol

I study art online, I want to be a concept or background artist for animation, I used to study animation on a university but dropped because the pressure was too much and never could get along with the university itself, every week was a fight about something (Im not problematic I swear, I try to be the most chill out-care free possible but I swear the system is horrible here :( )yeah it happens sucks that you had to go through it. I’m also learning complimentary therapies! (I think that’s how it is on english) Reiki, tarot, pendulum, past lifes and such, Im into esoterical/”mystical” things.

For hobbies I do embroidery, sewing, read, stare into space for 1 hour and yoga (this is part of the self care routine to not die).

My favorite season is autumn or early spring, I dont handle too hot weather or the sun well, I like winter and rainy days but then I get so cold that I invernate on bed the whole day.

For relationships I think communication is key, I know is not easy but is the only way to make it work :( and cuddles, please cuddle me and pet my head, I will be on your palms if you scratch my head. I can be very touchy, like holding hands and hugs but I dont like it if someone who is not a very close friend or my partner does it, I just dont know how to react or do kfdhlk I prefer my personal space untouched :(  Im so sorry it was so long!! I wanted to do it very detailed but sHoRt to not make you think so hard with who match up me but maybe tmi is just the opposite for you, if so Im truly sorry! :( I think you are an angel just for trying to match up me with someone <3 ahhh, yes, the matchup (take a shot for everytime i said match up on this paragraph game) for ikevamp please! <3

4 shots huh.Ahahahahhahhhahahhahahhhah...... Don’t worry about the length. The longer the better right. Right? I’m nasty I’ll stop. Also yes I went through it and left little notes within the text. Why, because I’m cool. Hopefully. One day. Anyway!

I matched you with...............

                                        .......................ISAAC!!!!!

My sweet baby angel little boy

Isaac is very,very shy so it took him some time to warm up to you

but that does not mean that he didn’t like you

oh no no no

on the contrary

Isaac died every single time you passed him

he didn’t understand how someone could be so perfect

you took his breath away

him not being the tales man actually liked that you were shorter then him

you see, because men are supposed t be tall and strong and all that crap, plus being around Leo, who scores a 10 in all of those, made him quite insecure about his, well, actually everything

the way he talked, or rather didn’t, his height, that fact that he wasn’t jacked like some of the guys in the mansion, or, you know, at least in his mind

he isn’t exactly the fighter type either

he’s a scientist after all, not a worrier

and this made him feel like he didn’t deserve you, because he couldn’t protect you

 oh my, sweetheart no

you on the other hand, think he is amazing

I mean not all people know all the constellations name and position by heart, nor can they carve amazingly cute wooden toys and decorations, nor are the university professores and just so happen to be an absolute physics geniuses so yeah

both of you being quite reserved, it took you ages to get together

but when you did it was the most amazing thing ever

he confessed to you one night while you where stargazing

it went a little something like this:

You: Thank you for bringing me out. It’s so beautiful!

Isaac: Yes. Like you.

You: *eyes emoji*

Isaac takes your hand, blushes hard, and even though he wanted to look into your eyes he couldn’t bring himself to, in fear of loosing himself in them

“Y/n ever since I first laid eyes on you I knew that I needed you in my life. You make me feel so comfortable by the just being here with me. You are funny, lighthearted and so welcoming and accepting. I love when you sit next to me in the library, I love it when we stargaze, I love how you ask me oh so many questions. How you are so eager to learn everything. Yet you are so quiet and shy. It’s amazing really. and in those moments I fell like I love it even more. The comfortable silence we can both sit in. The look we share, were we somehow always know what the other is thinking without even asking. I love your hair falls and frames your face perfectly. Those adorable freckles are driving me mad you know? Your petite features always astound me. So small yet so pretty. How is it even possible? However I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings. It doesn’t matter how much I adore you, I can’t protect you. I am not what a man is supposed to be. I’m not strong and tough Y/n, I’m just a scientist. However I felt the need to tell you this. To tell you my true feeling. I love you Y/N. I really do.”

Isaac sat there with tears streaming down his face

he couldn’t look at you

he just waited for the rejection to slap him in the face

however it didn’t come

you cupped his wet cheek gently and he looked up to see your tear stained face

you slowly pull him towards you and kiss him

it was so gentle and full of love

you pulled away tears still pouring down your faces

however these weren’t tears of sadness, but of joy

you both laughed as Isaac pulled you into a hug

well.....

i may or may not be crying writing this

yes I definitely am that is totally the case

anywhoo

after this it is smooth sailing

cutest couple ever

And that is it! Sorry if this is lame and it literally took forever. Thank you for the request though.! Have an amazing day and be safe!

[demaury]

the best of me (chap.7)

Eliott and Lucas have never worked up the courage to actually make a move, and thus spent years dancing around each other without ever acknowledging their feelings. However, an engagement party gone a little too wild, an hotel room and a very bad idea might be all it takes to make everything blow up. 

(read on ao3)

Lucas didn’t have a great history with first dates.

Or, dates in general, for that matter.

Of course it hadn’t helped that his first two attempts at dating had been with representatives of the opposite sex he had no attraction for whatsoever, but even he could see that he was a part of the problem itself. He was only moderately romantic, to begin with. Big romantic gestures, pet names and emojis-filled texts weren’t his strong suit, and his friends had picked up on him enough for the past few years for him to be able to make peace with it. It just didn’t come naturally to him. Then, he didn’t really have anyone growing up to lay out the rules for him. The first guy he had gone out with had started to get cold feet after the fourth date, and it had been Manon who told him that maybe, just maybe, said guy considered they should have made out already by then.

“What if he doesn’t want me to kiss him?” Lucas had scoffed.

“Lucas, he didn’t go on four dates of just talking with you for nothing,” Alexia had huffed.

Obviously after that he had mostly gotten his shit together. When the next one came around, he didn’t repeat the same mistakes, but he was just so incredibly bored with the whole process that after a couple of unsuccessful attempts at dating and random making out sessions with guys who weren’t all that motivated once the alcohol was wearing off, he had just gone straight with hook-up apps.

(It might sound like he knew his business and was confident as fuck, but he wasn’t.)

(He really, really wasn’t.)

(He threw up before the guy arrived, the night he lost his virginity.)

(Which he had never told anybody.)

He had met two of his ex-boyfriends through those apps, had decided to give it a try with another one after hooking up with him during a college party, and had sex with a fourth one halfway through their first date — but that was another story. Dating wasn’t his thing, but it wasn’t the end of the world, was it?

“Lucas? You okay?”

Lucas snapped out of his thoughts, heartbeat picking up as if he had been caught red-handed doing something shameful. “What? Me? All good,” he stammered, forcing a smile as he looked back at Eliott.

They were sitting across from each other at a table, in the far back of a bar they were used to hang out, and coincidentally located in the same area as their former high school. Lucas was 100% at ease here. It wasn’t too crowded, the street wasn’t too loud, and the waiters weren’t overbearing. He had a beer. He had Eliott. Eliott Demaury. His boyfriend. Of six hours. Who didn’t seem too convinced by his little white lie, actually. “You’ve barely said two words since we got here,” he observed, looking rather concerned as he leaned forward a little.

He had always been so perceptive but right now it didn’t help him a lot. Lucas bit onto his bottom lip, fingers nervously playing with his drink. He made the glass roll between his hands, slowly to the left, slowly to the right, slowly, slowly, slowly. “You’re going to laugh at me,” he muttered, casting his eyes away and keeping them onto the beverage.

“I promise I won’t.”

Lucas eventually huffed and shook his head. “I’m just- I’m just nervous, alright?”

It was a euphemism. He had been obsessing over that date ever since Eliott had formally asked him out over text shortly after leaving him a mess at his office earlier that afternoon, and Lucas deeply hated the new-found and absolutely not-needed confidence that his intern was apparently drawing from seeing him in this state of nervousness.

“Nervous,” Eliott repeated, eyebrows shooting up. “With me?”

Lucas nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yes.” Eliott’s face made something funny, and the way he pressed his lips together made it quite obvious that he was holding back a laugh. Lucas’ eyes widened under the offense. “See? I told you, you’d laugh at me!”

A chuckle made its way past Eliott’s lips despite his best efforts. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he said, laughing, as Lucas retaliated with a crumpled napkin thrown to his face that he had no trouble catching. “We’ve been hanging out for eight years. I think we’ve rehearsed tonight a bunch of times already.”

“It’s different,” Lucas sighed, and he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “We’ve never been on a first date. And I suck at first dates. You know that.”

That was the other problem. Eliott knew everything there was to know about him. Every little details, some Yann wasn’t even aware of. Every single thing that Lucas was willing to share, Eliott knew about it already. What was he supposed to do? What were they supposed to talk about? His heart jumped up his throat when Eliott stood up, startling as the chair rattled on the ground. That’s it. I’ve fucked up with Eliott too, he thought in panic. But instead of leaving, like the irrational part of his brain was stressing him about, Eliott simply grabbed his chair and set it down next to Lucas, before sitting down again. He stared at him a little taken aback, and when he searched his brain for some snarky comment to make, he found none. Eliott’s eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled at him, and Lucas’ heart melted in his chest. It had been a consistent feeling for eight years, and his first instinct was to try and kick it off, fight it back, struggling to make it die down.

He’s your boyfriend now.

Easier said. There was a tap on his shoulder that made him startle, and Lucas’ head snapped to the side, just to realize that Eliott had slid an arm behind his back, on the edge of his chair, and was just trying to get his attention. “Are you going to jump up every time I touch you now?”, Eliott enquired with a quirked brow, laughing, but Lucas noticed a vague strain to it that made him swallow thickly and avert his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to it,” Lucas mumbled, “but I want it,” he added quickly just as Eliott was opening his mouth to talk. He realized he might have put a little bit too much of emphasis when the waiter who was walking by with a tray granted him a quizzical expression.

Eliott started laughing, this time earnestly, and Lucas drunk in the sight. “Nice, cause I want it too. Which we already agreed on, if I remember correctly.”

“I’ll stop freaking out if you stop playing the smart ass.”

Eliott smirked at him, albeit softly. Their shoulders were touching, and the backrest of his chair was a mere pretext for Eliott’s arm to be placed where it was. He leaned in a little bit more. “I’ll be honest, I’m kinda freaking out too.”

“Really?” Lucas wondered. He didn’t know if it was the feeling of having Eliott so close that was starting to sink in or the confession only, but he felt himself relax, and before he knew it, his hand landed onto Eliott’s leg. He had the merit of not jumping up like Lucas had, but he startled a little bit, which made Lucas grin. “Now who’s the one jumping?”

Eliott scoffed. “That’s unfair.”

Lucas quirked a brow. “Why?”

“Because I wasn’t warned.”

“You didn’t warn me either.”

“But I always touch your shoulder,” Eliott pointed out, and Lucas felt a giggle bursting out slowly and inexplicably at the offended expression on his face.

Oh screw it, he decided as he let it out, soon joined by Eliott. It was so stupid, really. There was absolutely nothing funny about it. It wasn’t any funnier than kids playing tag, it was just stupid. But it was stupid with Eliott. And right now he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He didn’t startle when Eliott’s hand covered the one he had kept on his thigh.

Eliott didn’t startle when Lucas laced their fingers together.

He was right. It really wasn’t all that different.

*

“You don’t want to know, you’ll think I’m a creep.”

“I do! Come on,” Lucas insisted, almost whining at this point. “How did you know it was me?”

Eliott sighed and shook his head fondly. They had left the bar a few hours ago and were now huddled up on Lucas’ couch, slightly tipsy on the couple more beers left in his fridge. It was certainly not enough for them to be even remotely drunk, they were just in a good mood and a good place. The nervous train wreck he was earlier that day had been replaced by a bolder and definitely more relaxed Lucas, and right now there was no other place on Earth he’d rather find himself, sitting five mere centimeters away from Eliott with his legs draped over his lap. It was around 8, when the bar was starting to get crowded and loud and fussy and that Lucas was beginning to feel the buzzing atmosphere getting to their quiet, happy bubble, that Eliott had suddenly bolted up from his seat with Lucas trailing behind.

They had already gone through the touchy subjects of their lives alongside but without each other for a certain amount of time at this point, but it hadn’t been nearly as overwhelming as he thought it’d be. They had gotten there eventually, Eliott had said at one point, and he couldn’t agree more.

Lucas had confessed that he fell for him at first sight but spent a significant amount of time to try and make it go away, partly because Eliott looked far too out of his league. Eliott had admitted that if he had been ready to date a boy after that party on the school’s grounds, he’d have broken up with Lucille for him without a blink. They had discussed that one time Eliott had been violent towards one of Lucas’ exes who had been a douchebag to him, and the one time Lucas had snapped and told a girlfriend of Eliott’s she had no place in his life. They had talked about Eliott’s fear of hurting Lucas and crush him under his problems, and of Lucas’ conviction that he wasn’t enough for people to stick around. It was around that moment that the explanation of it all seemed to unfold. It wasn’t a realization that he had abandonment issues, he just had never expected Eliott to have some of his own. Lucas was so afraid to be left hanging that he rather wanted to be alone, and Eliott was so afraid to be alone that he rather wanted to risk being left hanging. They were just the two sides of the same coin, and it didn’t seem so alien, all of a sudden, that it had taken them eight years to figure this out. The real surprise was that they had ended up doing so eventually.

One thing leading up to another and the trip to Barcelona was brought up, yet another thing they had ended up sweeping under the rug in some way. There wasn’t much left to discuss, since they had already addressed much of the problems from that fucked up weekend through their tearful apologies, but there was still one thing that kept bugging Lucas ever since — why Eliott didn’t seem surprised one bit when Daphné had blown up their secret, barely blinking at all while Lucas’ world was crashing down.

“I smelled you,” Eliott mumbled, looking away. Lucas stared at him, taken aback, prompting Eliott to elaborate. “In case you forgot I’m the one who bought you your cologne, idiot. It was all over the pillow you slept on and it’s usually all over my hoodies too whenever we’re together, it’s really not that hard to recognize.”

“You mean whenever you just can’t help yourself but touch me?” Lucas grinned.

“Exactly,” Eliott responded, gazing at him with these insane grey eyes that Mother Nature had gifted him with. “Should I apologize now?”

“Nah, I think we’re good.” Lucas huffed in a laugh.

“You really thought we had sex together?” Eliott wondered.

Lucas shrugged. “I blacked out. And I was naked.” He might have been told by Arthur, Basile and Emma that he had puked on himself and was the one who got rid of more clothes they had intended him to, but it still felt embarrassing as fuck.

“I wasn’t,” Eliott countered casually, making Lucas glance at him with a cocked eyebrow. “I still had my underwear on. Does that mean you didn’t even sneak a glance?”

Lucas’ cheeks reddened, but it was hard to pinpoint if it was because of the tease or because he felt like such a complete idiot. No, he most definitely hadn’t seen Eliott’s boxers. Maybe it’d have saved the both of them a lot of trouble, but the point of freaking out was that he was too paralyzed to think things through the way he’d do it in other circumstances. He couldn’t quite remember all the feelings he had experienced that morning, although he could easily recall the fear of losing everything he had with Eliott, but he had come to admit to himself that a part of it all was frustration — the frustration of maybe, just maybe, having sex with Eliott and not even remembering it.

“There was the comforter,” Lucas retorted. “I wasn’t just gonna lift it up so that I could sneak a glance at your ass and then yeet out.”

Eliott laughed, dazzlingly beautiful. “Fair enough,” he said, resting his head on the edge of the couch.

Outside the night was creeping up and they had been too lazy to go flip the lights on, so instead they just remained there, in the half-darkened place, golden sparkles reflecting in Eliott’s eyes from the streetlamps outside and blue shadows cast all over the white walls. The buzzing sound of the intercom made them both startle and Eliott chuckled when Lucas’ head flew to his chest.

“Fuck I skipped a beat,” he groaned.

“Must be the pizza. I’ll go get it,” Eliott said, ever so chivalrous, and he lifted Lucas’ legs off lap to stand up.

If Lucas’ eyes trailed over his back and then his ass as he walked to the front door, it wasn’t anybody’s business but his own. He had the right to look at his boyfriend’s ass.

Boyfriend.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eliott was hitting the button of the intercom and talking to the delivery guy when Lucas bolted from the couch to fumble in the two drawers of his coffee-table. Eliott was his boyfriend. He was no longer his closest buddy. He rummaged through the few magazines stacked in there, an old tv remote, various pairs of earbuds that weren’t even working anymore, then he found the plastic box he was looking for and exhumed it from the deep end of the second drawer. It was a box of candles, the small flat type (the box read ‘tea light candles + containers’), and he hastily ripped it open, setting a couple here and there on the coffee-table. Manon had bought them with him a lifetime ago. You’ll thank me for having those at your place someday, she had said with a shrug.

Well, she was right. He was going to charm the shit out of Eliott, Lucas decided. He grabbed Eliott’s lighter and started lighting them up one by one. The second to last proved to be quite resistant. For some stupid reason the wick was shorter, and it was only with extreme difficulty that he managed to light it up — at the cost of his thumb.

“Ouch, fucking shit,” he complained to himself, hastily setting the container back on the coffee-table and dropping the lighter.

“What are you doing?” Eliott enquired as he came back with the pizza box, frowning.

“Setting myself on fire,” Lucas groaned with a small wince, then he gestured at the candles. “I wanted to, uh, make it more romantic.”

Eliott set the pizza box on the coffee-table. “Kids aren’t supposed to play with lighters, Lucas.”

“Fuck off.” It wasn’t all that bad, he assumed as he looked at the red spot, but it didn’t stop Eliott from dragging him to the kitchen and put his hand under the tab while he chucked open the cold water.

Being romantic sucked, he snorted to himself as he dried his hand on the dish cloth Eliott handed him. It took him an extra second to realize Eliott was biting back a laugh. “Are you laughing at me? Again?”

“You really are a disaster,” Eliott chuckled, and Lucas’ breath caught in his throat as Eliott’s hand reached out, his fingers caressing his cheek.

He swallowed thickly. “Well,” he said, still holding the dish cloth, “apparently I’m your disaster now.”

Eliott smiled, and brushed their noses together.

It was soft and tender, and when Lucas leaned up, and their lips met, and Eliott’s arms wrapped around him, and that he was pulled closer, and his hands flew to Eliott’s hair, and the world stopped, and fucking fireworks exploded everywhere, and a maddening feeling of freedom and fulfillment washed over him — he most, most definitely did not startle.

He had waited those for eight fucking years, after all.

[typewrter]

Scott’s phone vibrates. He lets go of the car door and fumbles his phone out of his pocket.

“You can sit shotgun,” he tells Liam and steps back to sit in the back instead. Liam pats his shoulder as he passes him, tired smile around the eyes.

He only half-listens to Mason’s and Liam’s hushed conversation about the newly bitten wolf whose scent they had lost. Instead, he checks Stiles’ message.

‘Fyi some newbie intern nearly killed ur best friend today! Pointed a LOADED gun at me & then tripped over his own feet’

Scott can’t help but smile as his thumbs fly over the keyboard to reply: ‘Aren’t you a newbie intern too?’ He follows it up with, ‘Sounds a lot like you actually, rmbr when your dad wouldnt give you a gun?’

‘Got upgraded to trainee! keep up, scotty!!’

Of course Scott knows that. Doesn’t change the fact that Stiles is very new at the FBI, does it?

“Are you texting Argent?” Mason asks from the front.

Scott watches the little icon symbolizing that Stiles is typing for a moment longer, then switches conversations.

“Yeah,” he says. “Let him know we lost the lead.”

“Thanks to me,” Liam interject, frustration evident in his voice.

Scott looks up. Liam is hunched up in his seat. It’s night and save for the passing streetlights it’s dark out, but Scott can still tell he has his hands balled to fists in his lap.

“Hey.” He leans forward to drop a hand on Liam’ shoulder, squeezing it briefly. “Don’t beat yourself up, okay? I lost the scent, too. We’re not totally sure there’s even a bitten werewolf here in the first place, right? It’s all just rumors and hearsay.”

Scott’s phone vibrates twice in quick succession. He ignores it.

Mason gives them a quick look. “Yeah, and what am I supposed to say? I can’t even smell the stuff you guys can in the first place!”

Liam gently shoves Mason in the arm, earning himself a “Hey, I’m driving, genius!”

“I’m texting Argent to let him know that we lost the scent,” Scott says and sits back again.

Stiles sent him an image and a text. Still, Scott forces himself to finish his text message to Argent before checking what Stiles sent him.

(After that, he waits a few seconds longer, to see if Liam is really all right. His heart is beating steady, his chemo signals are normal, and he’s arguing with Mason about whether they should throw Corey a surprise birthday party or not. Good enough for Scott.)

The picture is of Stiles; he’s wearing a bulletproof vest with the letters FBI on it over his a dark blue outfit and he’s holding a gun, aiming at something to the left of the camera. The safety glasses on his faces do little to hide the look of intense concentration that Scott’s seen a thousand times before. He’s probably at a shooting range, from the looks of his surroundings.

There’s a curious tugging in Scott’s stomach.

‘Can handle a gun just fine now ;)’, the accompanying text says. ‘Plus I look rly fcking hot holding one so’

Scott has no idea what that has to do with anything but he can’t disagree.

The thing is, Stiles has been – well, Scott would almost say, flirting with Scott for a while now. It’s less crude and overt than when he did it as a joke when they were just kids. More like actual, real, adult flirting, and less like a silly joke. After everything that came with the bite, Stiles had stopped for a while, slowly phasing out the jokes about making out. Scott honestly hadn’t even noticed until Stiles had started up again a couple of weeks ago, mostly over text and on the phone now, since they rarely see each other.

Maybe it’s just Stiles’ way of saying he misses him.

Except, Stiles has no problem outright admitting to missing Scott, (and neither has Scott, for that matter, since he misses Stiles a lot, all the time).

So Scott has no idea what this thing is. All he knows is he always tended to completely ignore those kind of jokes when they were younger and now he wants to reciprocate.

Push the boundaries. Just a little.

‘Didnt know an attractive face was required for being a good shot’, he texts back, lacking anything more clever to say.

They enter Beacon Hills. As Mason stops at a red light, he turns around, trying not to get twisted up in his seatbelt, and takes one, two, three selfies with Liam and Mason in the background, their looks changing from surprised to silly faces with each picture.

“What’re you doing?” Liam wants to know.

Scott shrugs. “Letting Stiles know what we’re up to.”

He picks the second picture to send. Mason’s and Liam’s faces are funnier in the third one – Liam is actually sticking his tongue out and it’s adorable – but well. Scott looks better in the second one, he thinks. He can’t help that he looks tired and sweaty but his smile is less goofy and more attractive. He hopes.

‘Liam&mason say hi!! :D’

Stiles replies immediately with a bunch of shocked emojis. ‘Didnt know u were w/ them! How’s our firstborn doing? Where were u? I dont see any blood’, he adds and then a thumbs up emoji.

Scott is typing a reply, when another message comes through: ‘U rly spending ur weekend at home chasing wolves buddy?’

At that, Scott almost laughs because yeah, of course he does. So does Stiles whenever he gets a chance to be home. Scott regularly has to talk him out of going werewolf chasing (in the nice way) in Virginia, and he’s not always successful.

When another message with more question comes through, Scott just sends, ‘Hold on’.

Mason stops in front of Scott’s house just a minute or two later, Scott’s phone still buzzing in his lap.

“You gonna be okay to get home?” Scott asks, even though they have a car and nothing really happened tonight. He can’t help but worry. Malia likes to blame his mother hen instincts on him being an alpha, but privately Scott thinks that it’s all him.

“Yeah, dude,” Liam replies. “We gonna see you before you leave town?”

“Yeah, I’ll swing by.” Scott gives them each a clap on the shoulder before exiting the car. He barely has one foot on the pavement before his phone starts ringing.

“I was gonna call you in literally ten seconds,” he says as a greeting, letting the car door fall closed behind him and watching Mason and Liam drive off.

“But you haven’t. And you weren’t answering. Could’ve been eaten by a monster by now,” Stiles says, voice going a hundred miles an hour as always.

“I’m not. Still alive and kicking.” Scott knows Stiles can hear him smiling, but it doesn’t matter.

“You ever gonna tell me what you guys were up to or am I gonna have to drive over there and drag it out of you?”

“Dunno,” Scott says. He’s fumbling for the right key for the door, trying to keep his voice down now in case his mum’s already gone to bed. “If me not telling you results in you coming here, then I’m not gonna say a word.”

Stiles is quiet for a long moment. He sounds unusually fond when he demands, “Spit it out, boy wonder.”

So Scott tells him about the rumor of the newly bitten wolf without a pack three towns over, and how it was supposedly a young girl. That they’d gone looking for her, but lost her scent, or maybe never even had it, they’re not sure.

He’s still explaining as he walks by his mom on the couch where she’s watching one of her shows. He stops talking to drops a kiss on her hair.

“Who’s that?” she mouths up at him.

“Stiles.”

“Tell your mom hi from me!” Stiles demands in a loud voice as if he expects it to carry from the tinny phone speaker all the way to Scott’s mom on the couch. Scott winces.

“He yells hi,” he dutifully relays.

His mom smiles. “Hello to you too, Stiles. Tell me how he’s doing tomorrow, hm?” She’s already nestling back down into her blanket so Scott just nods and takes the stairs up to his room two at a time.

“So basically a whole lotta nothing,” Stiles finally sums up when Scott finishes explaining.

Scott laughs. “Pretty much, yeah. I texted Argent cause he was the one who told us about the rumor. If she pops back up again and I’m back at UC, Liam’ll have to go after her. Or I’ll come back down, we’ll see.”

“Think he can handle it?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. “I think he can. Better than he thinks he can, actually.”

Stiles laughs. “That’s cause you always have faith in everyone.”

“I’m just not as paranoid you,” Scott teases back, making sure his voice is soft so Stiles won’t misunderstand. That’s not entirely right anyway, he thinks. Stiles had faith in Scott, always and all along.

“That’s why we’re the dream team, Scotty.”

“Yeah.” Scott kicks up his feet against the wall, lets them slide down back onto the bed slowly. “Miss ya, buddy.”

Stiles exhales loudly and there’s a rustling sound. It sounds like he’s shifting around on his bed.

“Miss you too. So weird not to see your face every day, honestly. Earlier, I was staring at that pic you sent like some kind of serial killer scooting out his next victim.”

Scott snorts. He knows the feeling; though he feels more lovesick than serial killer-like. He’d known that Stiles leaving would be hard on him, but he hadn’t expect it to be like this. Hadn’t seen it coming that Stiles’ voice in his ear would be enough to make his heart beat in a quicker rhythm.

“You coming home for Christmas, right?” Scott asks.

“'Course I will.” Stiles pauses. “You’re gonna need a crowbar to get me off you.” There’s something in his voice – embarrassment, maybe. Hesitation.

“Nah, I’ll like it. I’ll superglue you to me and then no one can demand we be separated for the whole week. Like that time in second grade, you remember that?”

Back then, Stiles had spilled glue on their shirts, causing them to stick together within seconds. This time, Scott thinks, he’d glue their hands together instead.

Stiles laughs quietly. “That was totally on accident!”

“Well,” Scott says slowly. “It won’t be this time.”

He hears Stiles shift again. Suddenly, Stiles smacks his lips, making a loud, obnoxious kissing sound into the speaker. “Alright, Scotty boy, it’s a plan.”

Scott shakes his head and smiles.