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elspethc22 · 3 years ago

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Whose shirt is it?

Sciles Week day 7: What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word count: 928

‘Dude, that’s my shirt!’ Stiles said, looking at the top Scott had on. Scott looked down at it, then back up at Stiles.

‘Uh, I don’t know what you mean.’ He said, looking around at his pack as they stood in his kitchen.

‘That shirt is totally mine. I’ve been looking for it for weeks. Have you had it the whole time?’ Stiles demanded, moving closer.

‘You must have left it here, then. It was in my room.’ Stiles narrowed his eyes at Scott.

‘And you just didn’t notice it was with your stuff this whole time or that it was mine when you pulled it out this morning? Even though I’ve been talking about trying to find it for weeks?’ Scott bit his lip, trying to think of a better cover story.

‘I thought you meant a different top.’ Scott could’ve smacked himself.

‘A different top? A different light blue top with a picture of the Beatles and the words The Beatles inside a cloud?’ Stiles asked sarcastically.

‘Um… yes?’ Scott tried, and Stiles threw up his hands.

‘Just tell me why you stole my shirt – ’

‘Because it smells like you!’ Scott blurted out, before his eyes widened in embarrassment.

‘It… what?’ Stiles asked, confused and lost for words. In any other circumstances Scott would be proud of rendering Stiles speechless – it was a rare occurrence.

‘I…’ Scott didn’t know where to go from here.

‘Well, I think that’s our cue to leave.’ Lydia piped up from behind Stiles, and Scott vaguely heard murmurs of assent from the rest of the pack as they moved out of the kitchen, and then out of the house. ‘We’ll just… meet you guys at the lake.’ Lydia said before she followed.

It was spring break and the weather was nice, so they were heading up to Lydia’s family lake house for the day. Well, that was the plan.

‘What do you mean, it smells like me?’ Stiles asked once they were alone, and Scott wanted to shrug the question off, but he knew Stiles wouldn’t accept that. Stiles took his hand, giving it a squeeze. ‘Come on, Scott. I’m not gonna make fun of you, just tell me.’

‘I… I took it just after you escaped from Eichen House.’ Scott admitted. ‘We had no idea how to help you, save you, and you weren’t you– the last time I’d seen you before you checked yourself in… you didn’t smelllike yourself and after I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that. But I think I was so happy you were back after going missing that I didn’t want to question it. But you were gone again and I… I went to your room, I just wanted to… I don’t know what I wanted, but this top was there and it smelled like you, and I missed you, so I… I took it.’

He stared at Stiles, who was looking sad now at the reminder of all they been through recently. It had been weeks since they’d separated Stiles and the Nogitsune, destroying it, nearly losing Allison and Aiden to the Oni. Today was supposed to be a good day, a day for them to just be together as a pack and have fun. But when he’d gotten up that morning, for some reason, he’d needed that extra comfort he’d gotten from the shirt, so he’d slipped it on.

‘I… Scott, you could have told me.’ Stiles said, before pulling him into a hug. Scott clung to him, before Stiles pulled back slightly to press a quick kiss to Scott’s lips. ‘Now… does it have to be this top specifically, or is it just anything that smells like me?’

Scott looked at him, then down at the top.

‘I mean, this is just the one I picked that day, and I just kept it. But I guess, it could be anything that smells like you – why?’

Stiles stepped back, then stripped off his top. Scott’s eyes widened.

‘Dude, what are you doing? We’re in the kitchen and mum’s upstairs in bed!’ Scott exclaimed, and Stiles chuckled.

‘Get your mind out of the gutter, Scott. Now c’mon – get that top off. Here.’ He held out the top he’d just been wearing, and Scott realised what he was doing. He dropped his bag to the floor, then pulled the Beatles top off, holding it out for Stiles to take, and accepting the top Stiles held. He pulled it over his head, inhaling the smell of Stiles that clung to it – he realised it had really faded on the other top since he first found it.

‘From now on, if you want one of my tops or anything that smells like me, just ask. What’s mine is yours.’ Stiles said. ‘Hmm, this kinda smells like you. It’s nice.’

Scott smiled.

‘Well, if what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours too.’ Scott told him, and Stiles grinned at him.

‘I like the sound of that.’ Scott grinned back, before reaching out and snagging Stiles by the waist, pulling him back in for a kiss.

They were a little late to the lake, and they caught some ribbing from the rest of the pack especially since they had swapped shirts. But when Stiles glanced over at Scott when everyone was discussing some inane topic and saw Scott ducking his head to catch the scent that clung to the top, he smiled.

He’d give Scott all of his shirts if it made him feel better, made him happy. And he knew Scott would do the same.

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doyelikehaggis · 7 years ago

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Not Even A Little Bit?

Yes! I have written yet another fic... or is it ficlet? I don’t know the right terms but either way, I decided to finish this short thing I started a little while ago instead of starting the next chapter for my main Teen Wolf fic or literally any other one that needs to be updated. So, I hope you enjoy this, it is the result of me procrastinating writing my other fics!

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"Anything interesting?" Stiles asks after swallowing his mouthful of food, peering over Lydia's shoulder to look at the book she's currently reading.

She whips her head around to look at him, eyes narrowing. Stiles immediately puts his hands up and leans back into his original position, huffing as he shoves another forkful of food into his mouth. She turns her attention back to the book. Her hair is partly covering her face but Stiles can see the sly grin that spreads across her lips.

"Y'know, this part is actually pretty interesting," Lydia says. She glances up and her eyes seem to move past Stiles, focusing on something beside him - and since Scott is the one sitting beside him, he's guessing this isn't going to be good.

Then she looks at Stiles, her grin more of a smirk now. "Apparently, it's very common for a pack's emissary to fall in love with their Alpha," she says and the slight quiver in her voice lets her amusement show as she holds Stiles' gaze. "It happens in nine out of ten packs. And considering the fact that the two emissaries we've met have both been in love with their former alphas, I'd say it's pretty accurate."

Stiles squints at Lydia, his mouth hanging open as he silently asks her what the hell she's doing. She knows that he's in love with Scott. She figured it out within a week after they had just started talking but she never brought it up until they were closer and were actually starting to become friends. She promised to keep his secret but still advised him to talk to Scott.

But ever since they became part of the same pack and they started being around each other every day, Lydia has constantly been finding any opportunity to drop some sort of subtle hint, just teasing Stiles right in front of Scott without him even knowing it.

It's not much of a surprise that the rest of their friends all caught on pretty quickly, mostly thanks to them having supernatural senses and being able to smell the longing every time Stiles is even in the same room as Scott. But Stiles chooses to blame Lydia and her teasing for their non-supernatural friends finding out - and by that he means Allison, who was already looking at him with a knowing look in her eyes every time Stiles was with her and Scott so really it's more his fault for being painfully obvious about it.

Thankfully, Scott is somehow still oblivious. At least, Stiles is assuming he is. He hasn't said anything about it or brought it up or started acting weird around him so, Stiles is taking that as a good sign.

But if Lydia keeps going like this, it's not gonna be long before Scott finally picks up on it. He's not stupid, Stiles is just really good at hiding his feelings and Lydia is about to undo five years worth of work with just a few simple sentences.

Stiles finally responds, rolling his eyes as he swallows his food. "Yeah, and both of those unrequited loves ended tragically. And with death."

"Who said anything about the love being unrequited?" Lydia asks, her smirk growing. She pauses and tilts her head to the side, probably waiting to see if Stiles can dig himself into an even deeper hole. Then she shrugs and looks back down at the book. "I mean, it doesn't say anything about it, but it seems pretty likely that the alpha would fall in love with the emissary as well. After all, alphas and emissaries have the strongest bonds out of everyone in the pack."

It's like she's not even trying to be subtle anymore and she's just outright telling Scott that Stiles is in love with him. The more she goes on, the more flushed Stiles becomes because Scott is sitting right next to him but he's been quiet this entire time and he doesn't know what to make of his silence. He hasn't even snuck a glance at him, worried about what his reaction will be.

A few seconds of them just sitting there, the rest of their friends knowing exactly what is going on and pretending that they're not waiting to see what's going to happen next. And then -

"It does seem pretty likely," Scott agrees with Lydia, voice calm and not giving anything away.

Stiles turns his head to look at him, eyes a little wide. He tries to act normal but normal for Stiles isn't what it is for others. He settles for closing his mouth as it had fallen open and trying to get his words right before attempting to speak.

"It does?" He asks cautiously and then immediately tries to correct himself, despite no one else even saying anything. "I mean, sure, it's possible. But it's also highly unlikely. We've only met two emissaries and yeah, they were both in love with their alphas but - but maybe that's why they became their emissaries?" He has no idea where he's going with this but he can feel all of his friends' eyes on him, including Scott's and he just can't stop talking, saying anything that sounds even slightly logical.

"Maybe it's not that the emissaries fall in love with their alpha. Maybe that person falls in love with an alpha and then said alpha makes them their emissary. Therefore, the probability of someone who is already an emissary falling in love with an alpha is extremely low."

He finally stops, breathing a little uneven as he glances at his friends. Most of them are wearing similar expressions; amused by Stiles' lame attempt at an excuse, confused because he was talking so fast that it got a little jumbled somewhere in the middle, and barely suppressing laughter.

"Why exactly are you so defensive about this?" Isaac speaks up, head tilting innocently as he folds his arms on the table.

Stiles has never wanted to punch Isaac in the face more than he does right now.

"Yeah, Stiles," Lydia joins in, feigning just as much innocence, "Why are you so defensive about this? I mean," she casually shrugs, "it's not like I said it happens to every emissary. You'll probably be one of the ones that don't fall for their alpha. That's if you can resist Scott's dazzling charm, of course."

Stiles hates that he knows Lydia was only half joking as she said that last part. And he also hates how his mind has gone completely blank, no good comebacks or witty retorts sitting on the tip of his tongue. The only thing his mind is focused on right now is how fast his heart is beating, which is pretty fast and definitely noticeable to anyone with heightened hearing.

He ignores the smirks he receives from nearly all of his friends and he avoids looking at Scott completely, facing Lydia instead.

"I'm not defensive," he replies and he already knows how pathetic it sounds. "I was just making a point. Not every emissary is destined to fall in love with their alpha. And I'm the perfect example of that."

At that, both Isaac and Malia snort, unable to contain their laughter. Stiles glares at them.

"You sure about that?"

Scott's voice coming out of nowhere, and so close to Stiles, nearly makes him jump out of his seat. But then he's processing what he just said and he's turning to face him with the most terrified and confused feeling he has ever felt twisting his stomach. He only manages to get out a simple, slightly strangled, "what?" before Scott shrugs.

"Are you sure you're the best example of an emissary who hasn't fallen in love with their alpha?" He asks, voice actually a little curious.

Stiles just sits there staring at him with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open because how the hell is he supposed to respond to that? Of course he isn't the best example. He's the worst. He is literally so in love with Scott that he couldn't be further from the best example. But he can't just come out and say that.

"Yeah, I actually do," he answers, plastering on fake confidence and hoping Scott won't see right through him and his lie. "As charming and good-looking as you are, dude, I ain't in love with you. And I probably never will be. Have you forgotten about my ten-year plan? Well, more like fifteen-years if my memory serves me right."

He can't believe he's resorting to bringing up his past crush on Lydia. Those feelings faded quite a few years ago but he's just been keeping up the act and pretending he's still in love with her because it's much easier than risking Scott finding out the truth. Lydia knows about this and has played along with it fairly well. He's just hoping she's not going to betray him now.

"Oh, right," Scott says, nodding slowly as his lips curve up, "You mean the fake plan?" Stiles opens his mouth and then closes it several times and Scott's grin just gets brighter. "You really think I didn't know that you were lying about that? Come on, dude, I've known you for basically forever. Which is how I also know that you could not be more of a worse example."

Stiles freezes. His heart is beating way too fast and he knows that Scott and everyone else with supernatural senses can hear it but he doesn't really care. What he does care about is that Scott just implied that he knows Stiles is in love with him.

He tries to brush it off and forces a grin. "Wow, Scotty. Didn't know you had such a big ego."

"Oh my god," Isaac mutters, hiding his face in his hands and nearly all of their friends makes a noise of agreement.

"So, you're saying that you are one hundred percent not in love with me?" Scott asks with this look in his eyes. One that's challenging Stiles to say no, to try and prove Scott wrong despite knowing he's right. "Not even a little bit?"

"That's right," Stiles lies confidently. "Not even a little bit."

There are a few seconds where everyone is quiet as Scott and Stiles just look at each other, both silently daring the other to be the first to say or do something. This shouldn't be as intense as it is but Stiles has just dug himself into the biggest hole ever and he might as well use it as his grave at this point because he just knows he isn't going to be the one to win this.

"Would you still say that if I kissed you?" Scott somehow manages to ask with the most adorable but also incredibly attractive smile Stiles has ever seen.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Yes, I would. Not that you would ever actually do that."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, for starters, you-" None of them get to find out what exactly Stiles was going to say as he's cut off by Scott leaning forward and pressing their lips together.

Stiles' mind immediately goes into full-on freak out mode as his eyes widen and he panics for a second because he has no idea what is happening. But it's like he just can't help himself and he might as well have just melted as his eyes flutter closed and he leans into the kiss.

He knows he shouldn't because by doing this, he's admitting how he feels without really saying it. Not to mention all of his friends are right beside him. But how is he supposed to focus on anything else when Scott's lips are on his and they're moving and they're so soft and everything about it just feels so amazing. It feels too good to be true.

But Stiles still doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is Scott's hands on either side of his neck and the way his thumbs are gently stroking along his jaw, not to mention the way he's dragging his tongue over his lower lip.

Scott finally pulls back, hands staying where they are on Stiles' neck, and it takes Stiles a few seconds to fully recover from what just happened. Then he opens his eyes and is met with Scott's wide, brown puppy-dog eyes that are filled with so much fondness and love that Stiles isn't sure this is even real right now.

"So," Scott says, voice quiet, "still not in love with me?"

Stiles can't help but grin at that as he shakes his head slowly. "Nope. Although, definitely a lot more attracted to you. You are a fantastic kisser."

Scott groans and lets his hands drop to his side as he grins back. "You do realise I know you're lying, right?"

"I'm not. You really are a great kisser." Scott raises his eyebrows and Stiles shrugs. "Yeah, I do, but this way I'm not technically saying it and am depriving you of the satisfaction of hearing it." He pats Scott's shoulder, grin widening. "Don't wanna make that ego of yours any bigger than it already is."

"Then you also know that that was pretty much a confession, right?" Jackson asks, surprising everyone as he had been staying out of the conversation up until now.

He's smirking at Stiles but his eyes are darting to Lydia and Stiles wonders why that is. He ignores it for now and rolls his eyes.

"Until those three words come out of my mouth, I have confessed absolutely nothing and you can prove nothing."

"But what if-" Scott starts, still grinning.

"No, not even if you kiss me again."

"That wasn't what I was gonna say," Scott replies, laughing. Stiles silently urges him to go on then and Scott's laughter dies down until he's just smiling at Stiles. "What if I told you that I love you?"

Stiles misses a beat. He's pretty sure his heart just stopped but judging by the pounding in his chest, it's just going way too fast to be humanly possible or healthy.

"You - uh, you... what?"

Scott smiles fondly and he leans in for the second time, pressing a quicker but just as soft kiss to Stiles' lips. When he pulls away again, he says, "I love you, Stiles."

It takes a few seconds for Stiles to wrap his head around that. Scott just watches him with his brown puppy-dog eyes that are so freaking cute that they make Stiles melt just from looking at them. He groans.

"Damn it, that isn't fair," he says, pointing at Scott. All he gets in response is Scott holding his gaze and another smile. He groans again. "Fine, fine! I'm in love with you, okay? There it is, I've admitted it. I am one hundred percent completely and utterly in love with Scott McCall, who just so happens to be my alpha. Happy now?"

Scott pecks his cheek, a delighted grin on his lips. "Very."

Stiles pretends to look annoyed but his face is heating up and he tries to duck his head to hide it. Of course, all of his friends can see right through his act.

"So, guess I was right then," Lydia says with a grin. It's clear how happy she is that Stiles finally told Scott the truth but that doesn't mean she's passing up the opportunity to gloat a little. "Emissaries do seem to have a habit of falling in love with their alphas."

Stiles, very reluctantly, lifts his head to face Lydia. He just stares at her for a second and then caves, rolling his eyes. "Okay, so maybe it is pretty likely. But I was technically right as well." Lydia tilts her head. "Clearly not all emissaries fall in love with their alphas after they become emissaries." He grins as he folds his arms across his chest. "My theory was right. I win."

Lydia raises her eyebrows. "You win? You only said that because you knew you were in love with Scott before you became his emissary!" Stiles just shrugs and she sighs but drops it. "Fine. You win."

She shakes her head and closes the book before meeting Stile's eyes once more. "Oh and, by the way, the book never actually said anything about emissaries being in love with their alphas. I just said it did because I needed you to finally admit how you felt to Scott or else Jackson and I were going to lose a bet to Allison and Isaac and we were not prepared to do that."

Stiles gapes at her and Jackson. They both hold out their hands as Allison and Isaac hand them the money they owe for losing the bet. Lydia winks at Stiles, sending him an innocent smile while Jackson doesn't even try to hide his amusement.

"Are you kidding me right now? You seriously made a bet on when I would tell Scott that I love him?" Stiles asks incredulously, shaking his head slowly.

"Yep," Jackson answers, smirking at him. "And thanks to Lydia, we won."

Stiles just continues to shake his head, pretending to be more annoyed than he really is. He actually finds it hilarious and is pretty impressed by their cunning plan.

Scott nudges his shoulder and smiles as he slips his hand into Stiles', their fingers lacing together. He then joins in on their friends' conversation, absentmindedly stroking Stiles' knuckles with his thumb.

Stiles' gaze lingers a little longer on their hands, his lips curving up. He definitely needs to remember to thank Lydia later for finally giving him the push he needed. Even if she also did it for the money. And Stiles definitely isn't mad that Lydia tricked him into confessing. In fact, he couldn't be happier.

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incorrectsourwolf · 3 years ago

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scott: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

stiles: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS!

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firefly-flickers · 2 years ago

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Discord server for teen wolf!

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Whether you’re new to the show, picking up because of the upcoming movie, or a long time fan there is something here for everyone! Places to post and discuss fanfic, show channels, ship channels and daily questions and more!

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sees-writes · 2 years ago

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This is like a month late but here is my submission for Scott McCall Appreciation Week prompt: You’re a Werewolf

Summary: Stiles decided that it was a good idea to write down things about Scott being a werewolf, he just didn't realize how much he would have to add on throughout the years

#teen wolf #Scott McCall #stiles stilinski #scott mccall appreciation week #fluff with a lil angst #scott and stiles #sciles friendship #see's writes

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stereklibrary · 4 years ago

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out of my head and into your arms by starcanopus (1/1 | 2,650 | T)

“He’s going to rip my throat out with his teeth.” Stiles says morbidly as he watches the werewolf move to the bench press and- oh god, how many fucking kilograms is that?

“There’s not going to be enough left of me remaining to identify my body with.”

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 8 years ago

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How about a 34 and 35 with Sciles? You can combine if you want 😁

Prompt 35: “Is that my shirt?”

Prompt 36: “Why do you even care?”

Stiles yawned as he made his wayinto the kitchen. He paused in the doorway, rubbing his eyes as he looked atScott.

“Dude,” he started sleepily,gesturing at Scott.

“What?” Scott asked around thespoonful of cereal and milk in his mouth.

Stiles flailed about slightly,gesturing at Scott and unable to form words in his exhausted state.

“What?” Scott repeated,insistently.

“Is that my shirt?” Stilesasked, the words babbled as they fell from his lips.

“Maybe,” Scott replied, turninghis attention back to his cereal.

“Dude!” Stiles whined. “You haveyour own clothes, why do you have to go and steal mine?”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because you stretch it,” Stilespouted.

“I don’t stretch it,” Scottargued. “We’re the same size.”

“Yeah, but you’re all muscly andyou stretch it so that when I wear it it’s all baggy and flimsy and pathetic.”

Scott rolled his eyes.

“I look flimsy and patheticenough as is,” Stiles muttered. “It’s my favourite shirt too.”

“You want it back? I’ll give itback,” Scott said, rising from his seat and stripping the shirt off over hishead. His muscles rippled and flexed beneath his olive skin, sunlight dancingover the curves of his body as he pulled it off and tossed it over to Stiles.

The shirt smacked the teen inthe face as he stood still, licking his lips and eyeing Scott’s half-nakedbody.

Stiles smirked, holding the warmshirt close.

“Hey, Scott?” Stiles startedslowly, a wicked grin lifting the corners of his mouth as he looked at Scott.

“What?” Scott asked, sittingdown to eat again.

“Are those my pants too?”

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago

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Let’s Run

pairing: sciles

wc: 4212

notes: argent!stiles, beta!scott, first meetings. a commission or the lovely @fox-stilesx, this is a brand new pairing for me, so i hope i did your prompt justice!

The thing was, Stiles hated moving.

He’d done it a million times. It didn’t seem like ‘staying in one spot’ was a definition that existed in his parents minds. He didn’t think that ‘listening’ was something that fit into their rule book either. Because as he gazed around his new room for the second time that year, Stiles felt nothing but a hole in his stomach.

New town, new house, new school year. No new friends though, because Stiles knew better than to try and make some at this point. He didn’t get attached. Because if he didn’t get attached then it made picking up and moving locations that much easier.

His parents dealt weapons. Stiles had long since grown used to the “it’s what we do” speech that came whenever he complained.

Which might have been how he found himself standing in a near-empty bedroom, a hollow feeling in his chest, and a sigh building up in his throat. He startled only when his father pushed the door open, glancing around the room, and then nodded in his direction.

“It’s a good spot.”

“This town is in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Chris said, gazing around the room again. “It’s much nicer than the last place.”

Stiles clenched his jaw, unable to disagree. The door was pulled closed again and he dropped his bags onto the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. Stiles was a Senior. He just had to get through this next school year and hopefully, his parents wouldn’t pull him out before it ended. And then he’d be off to college. Away all of this. Away from whatever they did and from the lives he was constantly ripped from.

Stiles was pretty sure he was going to hate Beacon Hills.

But he’d been wrong before.

The vice-principal walked Stiles to his first-class, as if he was going to get lost and as if he needed the further embarrassment on this day. Stiles was pretty sure that was the exact thing that was going to get him ignored for the rest of the school year but when he walked into the classroom, eyes flitting over the entire class, he was surprised to see one friendly face.

A boy with floppy hair grinned the moment Stiles came into view. Stiles was surprised to find himself smiling slightly back; a small expression that tugged at the corners of his lips. He hadn’t smiled in a while.

The moment the vice-principal finished introducing him, Stiles wandered over and dropped into the chair in front of the boy, glancing over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said. “Uh, I’m Stiles.”

“Scott!”

Stiles grinned, digging into his backpack and searching for a pen. But then his smile slipped and he scrounged around even harder, cursing underneath his breath.

But then there was a pen hovering in front of his face. Stiles raised his eyes, arching a brow, and Scott looked bashful. “Figured you could use it.”

“Dude, what are you, some kind of mind reader?”

“What?” Scott suddenly looked terrified. “No! No, I’m just me. Scott McCall, absolutely nothing important or interesting. At all.”

Stiles huffed, taking the pen.

The classes passed by fairly quickly. Stiles was pretty sure the teacher, Harris, didn’t like him right off the bat from the narrowed-eyed looks that he kept getting. Which was a little unfair. It wasn’t like Stiles had ever been a teacher’s pet or anything, but he also hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet. So he just ignored the guy’s gaze until class ended and then he rushed out as quickly as he could.

Stiles was surprised to see someone standing by his locker the moment he slammed it closed. He yelped, stumbling back, and Scott just grinned.

“Dude, what class do you have next?”

Stiles blinked at him for a moment. Then he pulled out his schedule and peered at it before glancing back up. “Finstock?”

“Oh, man!” Scott looked excited. “Me too.”

Once more, a small smile played across Stiles’s lips. He let himself tail the floppy-haired boy, despite his earlier promises of don’t get close, never get close ringing through his ears. Scott dropped down into a seat right beside him and ended up being at his side through the rest of the day, even seeking Stiles out at lunch.

He was a bit like a lost puppy. But in a sort of fascinating way. Scott even invited him to his lacrosse practice after school and Stiles remembered his parent’s curfew with a small frown, but ended up agreeing anyway.

Which might have been how he found himself next to a red-haired girl after school, glancing over as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and searched him up and down. “And who are you?”

“Uh, Stiles.”

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

Stiles blinked, a little offended. “Me, I think.”

The girl rolled her eyes, once more searching him up and down. As if Stiles was hiding something underneath baggy jeans and his old sweatshirt. He tried not to fidget but her green eyes were piercing, dammit. But then finally, she smiled and offered out a hand.

“I’m Lydia Martin. And you’re… cute in a sort of pale, gangly kind of way.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“So who are you here for?”

Stiles felt his face growing warm, eyes tracing over the field involuntarily. Lydia followed his gaze and a small smile crept across her lips as Stiles’s eyes landed on the number ‘11’ jersey.

“Scott McCall, then? Good choice. He’s one of the star players.”

Stiles blinked. “Seriously?”

“Jackson thinks he’s on drugs,” Lydia said absentmindedly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Could be true. I mean, who the hell gets so good at lacrosse without a warning right over the summer?”

Stiles didn’t even know how lacrosse was played. He shrugged. “He practiced?”

“Maybe.”

The instigation that Scott could be cheating made Stiles feel a little uncomfortable for some reason. He watched the rest of the practice quietly and when it was over and Scott came running toward them, Stiles hurriedly pushed himself up and narrowly avoided talking to the boy.

But somehow, Scott still caught him in the parking lot. Stiles didn’t know how the hell he moved so fast but he quickly found himself trapped between the boy and his jeep, forcing a nervous smile.

“Uh, hey, Scotty. What’s up?”

“Did something happen? You took off kind of quickly after practice.”

“Strict parents,” Stiles said, and that wasn’t exactly a lie. He thought the crease between Scott’s eyes softened a little bit and Stiles felt himself smiling a little more. “But I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott said. “Definitely.”

Definitely.

There was this small part of Stiles’s brain that was still spinning, even after he got home. Like usual, he brushed his parents off and went straight upstairs, flipping his laptop open. He typed in Beacon Hills, scrolled through everything that had happened in the past ten years or so, and was more than disappointed to see there wasn’t much.

A fire in the preserve. A few deaths spotted here and there. And then… and then a few more deaths recently. Like, right around a year before Stiles had shown up.

He swallowed hard, scrolling through them. There was a series of names he didn’t recognize. The list went on for longer than Stiles thought was normal and at the very end of it was a one Peter Hale. The accused murderer. And a… a Kate Argent.

Stiles’s stomach clenched.

He shoved himself up and stumbled back downstairs. The smell of dinner came drifting from the kitchen and Victoria Argent called something from a distance, but Stiles flat out ignored her. He found his father in the garage with the weapons, leaning against the doorway and folding his arms over his chest and the door closed behind him.

Chris glanced over with a raised eyebrow. Stiles raised one right back.

“Yes, Stiles?”

“I had an aunt.”

For a moment, Chris’s grip tightened on the gun he was cleaning. Stiles thought he caught a small twitch in his eye but the man didn’t say anything, returning to his work. “You did.”

“She died here.”

“How do you know all these things?”

“I do my research.”

“And why are you doing research your first week in town?”

Stiles clenched his jaw, unwilling to admit anything. Because admitting to anything would be admitting to Scott. And Stiles didn’t know why he didn’t want to mention anything about Scott, but he didn’t.

“What happened to aunt Kate?”

Once more, the eyes of the man across from him twitched. “We don’t talk about Kate.”

“Because she died?”

“No.”

“Because she was killed by Peter Hale?”

In a flash, Chris was turning on him and Stiles stumbled back, losing his relaxed position. The man’s eyes flashed as he raised a trembling finger. “What do you know about Peter Hale?”

“N-nothing,” Stiles stammered. “I mean, nothing much. Just a name. And that he killed a bunch of people.

“He killed a bunch of people,” Chris repeated. Then, like he was trying to convince himself; “Kate didn’t. Not Kate.”

Stiles swallowed hard, nodding. Chris turned back to his gun and Stiles nervously backed away. He could’ve sworn the man was muttering something about ‘beasts’ and ‘mutts’ underneath his breath, but Stiles couldn’t be sure. He retreated back to his room and shut the door tightly at his back, leaning heavily against it for a moment.

Then he took a deep breath and moved back toward his laptop. He was missing something. He knew he was. Stiles just had to figure out what.

And he was determined to.

Scott was waiting for him outside of school the next morning, Stiles noticed. With a bright grin on his face. One that lit up even more when he saw Stiles’s jeep pull into the parking lot.

Stiles couldn’t help a small relieved smile of his own. He almost wanted to tell Scott everything he’d come across last night; from the fire, to the deaths, to his mysterious aunt. But then he remembered he’d known this boy for less than a week and quickly clamped his mouth back shut.

Scott’s brows were still drawn together when Stiles approached.

“What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“You smell weird.”

Stiles blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. He made a show to lift up his shirt and sniff it, and Scott’s face turned bright red. The boy quickly shrugged, messing with the straps of his backpack on his shoulders.

“Never mind.”

“Dude, you’re so weird.”

Scott gave him a kicked-puppy look, but then seeing Stiles’s small smile, it faded. Scott grinned back and together, they turned back into the school.

Stiles was on the edge of his seat throughout the entire day. He kept glancing at the clock, zoning out, and by the time half of the day was over, he already had detention with Harris for ‘not paying good enough attention’ which Stiles supposed was fair.

He still didn’t like it though.

Scott came with him to detention and sat by his side, even though he was missing practice. And Stiles realized then that maybe he could get used to this. Maybe he could get used to having a friend like Scott McCall.

It all went downhill way too fast.

His dad started leaving the house more at night. Stiles had no idea where but he was pretty sure it had something to do with why they had moved to Beacon Hills in the first place. His mother wasn’t talking much and her cold looks seemed to get colder. Stiles found himself either spending his time in his room, out with Scott, or in the library trying to put two and two together.

He still hadn’t figured things out. But he thought he was getting somewhere.

It started when Scott found the envelope out in the garage among the guns. It was yellow, taped shut, but had his name on it. For some reason. Stiles didn’t know why, it didn’t have an address, and he really didn’t think he should be getting any sort of mail.

Inside was a simple necklace. One of a wolf, Stiles realized the longer he looked. A wolf and a star.

There was a note too. A simple one. One he didn’t understand.

Tell Stiles.

Stiles stared at it for a long moment, his head spinning. Tell him what? What the hell were his parents keeping from him? And this… who was this? He looked at the necklace held in his hand and then, not giving himself a chance to change his mind, pulled it over his head. He left the envelope and note where they were, quickly ducking back out of the garage and slipping the necklace underneath his shirt.

Either his parents never noticed or they didn’t say a word.

After that, weeks turned into months. Stiles started spending time at Scott’s house, except Scott hated it there. Hated being around his father, around the man’s words, around the way the man drank too much. So they started spending time in the preserve. Stiles wanted to see as much of it as he could but the moment he mentioned that to Scott, the boy looked terrified.

“We don’t go deep into the preserve.”

“We?”

“You and me,” the boy said quietly. “There’s… an abandoned house out there. And there’s a pack— a group— of people out there. We don’t go deep into the preserve.”

Stiles looked at him for a long time before he forced himself to nod. Scott instantly looked relieved and they spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for the sunset, sitting on the hood of Stiles’ jeep as the sky turned the color of pale gold.

Stiles wanted to bring Scott home, he told him one day. But then Scott had paled so fast, it was like Stiles had told him he wanted the boy to meet with his father and their garage full of guns.

“That’s not a good idea, Stiles.”

It felt a little bit like a blow to the gut. Stiles looked at him for a long moment before swallowing hard. “Why not?”

“Your family doesn’t want to meet me.”

“Because…?”

“Because, Stiles,” Scott said, voice soft. “Please just let it go.”

Stiles forced himself to nod, despite the twisting inside of his chest. Scott looked at him for a long moment before leaning forward and tracing gentle fingers over the back of his neck. It tickled and Stiles squeaked, trying to twist away.

A small smile played along the edges of Scott’s face. Stiles gave him a strange look.

“What was that for?”

“It’s…” The boy’s face fell a little. “It’s nothing.”

“I wish you could talk to me, dude”

“Yeah,” Scott said, his words almost too quiet for them to be heard. But Stiles caught the soft whisper all the same. “I do too.”

Stiles didn’t know what that meant.

He wished he did.

Stiles’s father started acting stranger. There was something going on in the town, he knew. Rumors of something attacking the nearby nightclub sifted through the wind. The old Beacon Hills swim coach went missing. Then he was pronounced dead.

Stiles felt like he was being shut out from his own family. He just didn’t know why.

They told him to stop seeing Scott. Somehow— somehow— his parents knew about Scott. Even Stiles didn’t think he knew about Scott. Not entirely, at least. He didn’t know everything.

He wondered if he’d ever know everything.

Stiles snuck out of his window almost every night. He and Scott would meet on the edge of the preserve, in the parking lot of the vet’s clinic, or at the front of the school. And it was… well, it was nice. It was secret. It was calm

One day, arms wrapped around his knees, Stiles decided he’d had enough. “I want to leave Beacon Hills.”

Scott looked at him in shock. “What?”

“I want to leave,” Stiles said. “After graduation or before, I don’t care. I want to get away from my family, from my name, from everything that I call a childhood.”

“But,” Scott said softly, “You’re an Argent.”

“So?”

“Stiles, what do you know about your family?”

Stiles looked over in surprise and in the faint moonlight, Scott’s eyes almost seemed to shine golden instead of brown. He figured it was just a trick of the light. “I know my aunt was killed by a man named Peter Hale,” Stiles said. “I know my father does something with guns that he won’t admit aloud. I know that my mom keeps secrets. They all do.”

“All?”

“Everyone I’ve ever met,” Stiles said, shivering. He turned his gaze back outward, arms wrapped tighter around his legs. “I don’t think the people my parents meet with are real in their jobs. I don’t think my father goes out to make weapon deals. And I don’t know how to react when he comes home with hands covered in blood.”

“They’ve never told you anything?”

Stiles looked back over sharply. “Is there anything to tell?”

Scott held his gaze for a long moment. Then he turned his eyes back away, so they no longer reflected in the moonlight. And once more, they were brown again. “I guess not.”

Stiles continued to stare. He didn’t think he believed him.

He didn’t think he believed anyone anymore.

Stiles was caught the night before he was six months into living his new Beacon Hills life. He tried to sneak in through his window only to see his father sitting on the edge of his bed. Stiles startled so hard he nearly went toppling right back out of it but then Chris was there in a second, catching his arm and dragging him back inside.

Stiles’s mouth had gone dry. “Look, I know I’m not supposed to—”

“Who were you out with?”

“No one.”

“Was it Scott?”

Stiles snapped his mouth shut. Chris looked at him for a long moment before running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “It’s time we showed you something.”

“I don’t want to see anything.”

“Stiles, I know about the necklace underneath your shirt. Don’t you want to know what it means?”

Stiles straightened, his heart leaping into his throat. “What?”

“Come downstairs.”

Stiles still hesitated for a moment. Sighing again, his father left the room and he reached up, touching the pendant that he always kept hidden. The only person who had seen it was his dad; that’s what Stiles thought, at least. But he’d also thought the boy’s eyes had flashed gold so maybe he didn’t know anything.

He followed Chris slowly. Both of his parents were already at the table.

Stiles wasn’t prepared for what they were about to tell him.

If someone would’ve said that when he came to Beacon Hills, he’d find himself drawn to the fluffiest boy in Beacon Hills, uncover family secrets that should never exist, and learn about werewolves, Stiles would have laughed in their face.

He laughed in the face of his father. But the man’s expression was tight, there was no sense of lie to his words, and for the first time in his entire life, Stiles thought maybe he believed a single word that came out of the man’s mouth.

He turned around and walked straight out of the house. The name called at his back was the only attempt to stop him.

Stiles didn’t stop.

He got in his jeep and left. Stiles didn’t know where he was going— hell, he didn’t even know what to think— but he had to get away.

From the werewolves. The supernatural. The hunters.

Because it was all real.

And Stiles hated himself for believing that. And he hated himself even more for not figuring it all out earlier. How had he not figured it all out earlier?

The moon was full and heavy in the sky. Stiles hit the road and realized he had to get away. He literally had to get away. Out of Beacon Hills, away from all of its craziness. Away from his family and their guns and their past.

Stiles wasn't a killer. Stiles never wanted to be a killer.

Suddenly, something darted in front of his car.

Stiles hit the breaks so hard, his tires squealed. He went flying off the edge of the road and barely bit back a curse as he nearly went into the nearest ditch. Roscoe jerked to a stop and Stiles hit the steering wheel so hard, his head spun for a moment. He thought he could see stars. Knew he could taste blood.

Then his door was being pulled open and someone was helping him out into the night. Stiles felt a little sick.

“What— what was that?”

The figure didn’t answer. Stiles blinked for a moment before realizing that he recognized that flop of brown hair. That uneven jawline. But not those golden eyes.

He yanked back so hard, Stiles nearly went sprawling again.

“It’s you,” Stiles said. “You’re one of them.”

Scott flinched like he’d been hit. Stiles instantly felt a pang of guilt but he smothered it, clenching his jaw.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“Would you have believed me?”

“Yes,” Stiles said, and he knew there was no lie to his words. Scott straightened, eyes widening, and Stiles grit his teeth even harder. “You were… you were something to me. Once. I would have believed you, Scott. Dammit, I would have believed you.”

“Only once?”

Stiles looked at him for a long moment. Then when he stepped forward, Scott didn’t move back. But the boy’s eyes flickered a little. “Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me, Scott.”

“Stiles—”

“I need to see. Show me.”

Slowly, the boy did. His face shifted and his eyes turned gold. Fangs slotted over his teeth and his face grew harder. More animalistic. Stiles felt his heart skip a beat and he stepped closer, slowly reaching out. When Scott didn’t move, he traced his fingers over the boy’s face. Over his forehead, down his cheeks.

Then Stiles drew back. Scott looked at him with brown eyes and a scared expression.

“Do you hate me?”

Stiles wished he did. But he shook his head. “No.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Never.”

“And your family…”

“I don’t want it,” Stiles said. Scott looked at him in shock, but Stiles just raised his chin. “I don’t want to be a hunter. I don’t want… I don’t want to be an Argent. I never did.”

“Stiles—”

“Do you want me to be that?”

“No.”

“You’re so afraid of me finding out what you are,” Stiles said softly. “But you were never afraid about what I am? What I could be?”

“Is that something I should fear?”

Stiles dropped his gaze and wordlessly shook his head. Suddenly, there was a hand catching his own. Gentle fingers that reached up and traced over the back of his neck. Stiles shivered, just like the first time.

“What does that mean?”

Scott looked bashful. Stiles raised an eyebrow and the boy shrugged. “It’s a scenting thing.”

“Scenting?”

“It makes a claim.”

“Like what?”

“That… you’re mine.”

“Yours,” Stiles whispered. Scott nodded carefully.

“Is that okay?”

Stiles thought about it for a moment. A day ago, he thought he knew what his answer would have been. But a day ago, he thought he was slowly falling for the most normal and plain boy in Beacon Hills— if he wasn’t a little overly good at lacrosse.

But then Stiles found himself nodding too. And Scott’s eyes sparked to gold for a moment.

“It’s okay.”

One moment, the boy was looking at him nervously. And then the second, there was a hand balling in Stiles’s shirt and Scott was pulling him forward, gentle lips brushing against his own. Stiles startled, making a noise of surprise, and then melted.

The kiss was gentle. Slow. Giving him an out, giving him a chance to pull back. Stiles didn’t take it, just letting himself fall head over heels into the feeling, the taste, the warmth of it all. Scott kissed him softly. As if promising safety and protection and a place— a home.

A home.

“Let’s get out of here,” Stiles said, breathless around his lips. “Out of Beacon Hills, away from this place.”

Scott drew back and looked at him in surprise. Stiles swallowed hard.

“Let’s run from here, Scott.”

“Stiles—”

“Please don’t tell me anything but no.”

Scott looked at him for a long moment, eyes flickering from brown to gold. Then he kissed him again. And this time, Stiles knew it was a promise just for the sake of a promise. “Okay.”

“We’ll go?”

“We won’t look back.”

Scott grinned and Stiles found himself smiling back. Because this was it— this was the exact thing he’d been searching for. For so long. From town to town, getting to know people over and over again only to give up. This was his second chance. This was their second chance.

And suddenly, Stiles realized a second chance was all he needed.

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sweaterweather-vibes · 4 years ago

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Scott x Isaac x Stiles

This is an AU in which everyone's alive, Boyd, Erica, Allison, everyone (this includes Theos little "pack"). I guess they found some way to bring them back?? I'm just gonna say the nogitsune was wanted amongst the supernaturals so they brought back everyone in exchange for it since that's the first thing coming to mind. Also, Theos pack and Scotts pack co-exist kind of I guess. Sorry, none of this is making sense is it??

Isaac and Stiles WEREN'T friends. They never were, and never plan to be. Scott was the only reason they really put up with each other. They never said why exactly they were so against the idea of the other, but the pack knew, and so did they. Everyone could smell the jealousy radiating off Stiles when Isaac would cling to Scott, or when Scott would mess with the others hair.

Same thing went for Isaac when Stiles would get buddy buddy with Scott. Randomly hugging him, constantly needing to touch some part of him, weither it be his hand or a leg, he needed to have some sort of contact with the alpha. Of course, Scott happily supplied his friend with this, randomly brushing his thumb across the pale boys cheek, running his fingers through Stiles hair, interlocking their fingers together every chance he got. It was obvious the two wanted Scott as their best friend and only theirs. Though, in reality, maybe they were just trying to hide the growing feelings for each other?..

Scott looked between the two boys, arms crossed and a frown on his face. "What the hell were you two thinking!?" The boys in question squirmed a bit under the alphas glare. Stiles was the first to speak up. "Don't look at me, it was his bright idea!" A glare from both the werewolves. "Okay okay, maybe I had a little part in it.. only a little!" Isaac scoffed, "Only a little my ass.. you know werewolves can't get drunk. Why would I possibly want to drink? Besides, alcohol tastes like ass." The human gave him a look. "You know what ass tastes like?"

"I don't know dumbass, never tasted nor do I want to."

"Then how would you know alcohol tastes like it?"

"It's a saying kind off.. like, I really don't like it, saying."

"How do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?"

"are you suggesting something here, Stiles?"

Heat rushed to the humans cheeks. He shook his head furiously. "What the hell would I be suggesting!?" Isaac smirked, hearing the way Stiles heart sped up. The two jumped as Scott cleared his throat, remembering what they were doing on his couch in the first place. "Back to what I was saying.. Stiles, you need to be more careful. You're a human, people are gonna use that against you. Do you know what could've happened if Isaac wasn't there? If Erica and Boyd hadn't showed up? If I hadn't showed up?" Stiles looked at his hands, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

He was right, after all.. a lot could've happened if they hadn't been there to save is ass.. just like always.. Scott placed a hand on his childhood best friends shoulder. He knew this calmed him when his thoughts got the best of him. "And Isaac, why did you agree to go?" Scott turned his attention to the other, hand still resting on Stiles shoulder. "Dunno, wasn't thinking I guess.." He mumbled, glancing at Stiles. The smell was overwhelming, of course he'd be worried.

"You're lucky we love you Isaac! Same goes for you Stiles!" Erica chimed in from Scotts kitchen. "Hey! Save me one!" Boyd exasperated, assumingly as Erica took whatever it is he wants. The three chuckled, Scott taking a seat to Stiles left. The two werewolves listened as the humans heart sped up once again. Isaac scooted closer, smirking as Stiles heart continued to quicken.

Stiles felt he had just ran a marathon. This had to be unhealthy for his health. Hot werewolves were very bad for his health. Scott threw an arm around the other, resting his head on Stiles shoulder. "Stiles.. you really had me worried.. I was really scared there." The alpha reached out and grabbed the other werewolves hand. "You too, Isaac."

Isaac took his hand away from the alpha, wrapping his arms around Stiles shoulders as well and playing with Scotts hair. "I'm sorry.." Stiles mumbled, staring at his hands again. "Yeah, I'm sorry too." Isaac rested his head on top of Stiles, glancing at Scott. "So..." Scott began, "I-.. I really like you two.. and um, would you wanna be my boyfriends?" The two smiled, nodding. "Isaac, be my boyfriend too?" Stiles asked. Isaac took the others hand in his. "Obviously."

The three looked up as Erica and Boyd rushed in, arms full with snacks. "Now that that's good and done with, movie night!" Erica shouted, plopping down beside Isaac. "I'm happy for you guys, but I agree with Erica." Boyd said, placing himself next to Scott. The group spent the rest of the night binging The Office, falling asleep in a group cuddle. When Melissa got home, it was a surprise for her to see five teenagers cuddling on her couch, an episode of The Office playing.

She grabbed a blanket and placed it over their sleeping forms, turning off the TV and going to bed herself.

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