Headcanon that after the disaster of s5 stiles notices that Scott heals from wounds much faster when he feels cared for and safe so he starts being much more physically affectionate towards Scott. Scott thinks that stiles is just doing it as a duty of some sorts but stiles is lowkey using it as an excuse to be as gentle and tender towards Scott as possible
This is nice, Nonnie. I can see them prevailing in a battle against some nasty hunters who use wolfsbane weapons, and Scott gets injured during the fight. The injuries aren’t life threatening (just a cut on his cheek and a few scrapes and bruises), though they do heal a lot slower than they normally would due to the wolfsbane. He’ll probably be okay by morning, so he tells Stiles not to worry when he drops him off at home and walks Scott to the door.
“Are you sure?” Stiles wonders at Scott’s doorstep. “That cut still looks kinda nasty, dude.”
“My only other option is to burn out the wolfsbane, and I don’t think enough got into the wound to call for actual fire, Stiles.” Scott appreciates Stiles’s concern, he really does, but he’s tired and just wants to go to bed. His pack is alive, he’s alive, and this particular group of hunters won’t be bothering them any time soon. As far as he’s concerned, it’s a good end to what could have very easily been a devastating defeat.
Stiles hesitates before nodding. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But listen…” he tugs a little on the sleeve of Scott’s jacket and leans in like he’s got something really important to say. “Get some rest, okay? If I find out you’re not over here catching some well-earned z’s, I’m gonna be back to personally kick your ass in the morning.”
Whatever leftover post-battle tension Scott may have been feeling evaporates when he finds himself laughing. “All right, Stiles,” he says, still smiling. “You got it.”
“Good.” Stiles finally looks satisfied. He gently thumbs over the cut on Scott’s cheek, his fingers cooling the burning skin there. He winces a little in sympathy when Scott twitches from the mild pain of it. “And please put something on this. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was nasty.”
Scott pulls Stiles’s hand away from his face and squeezes his fingers before letting go. “I will, I promise. Goodnight, Stiles.”
“’Night, Scotty.” Stiles pats Scott’s shoulder before he heads back to the Jeep. He waves one last time, and Scott watches him fondly as he drives away.
Once inside, Scott heads to the bathroom to take a look at the cut on his cheek. He can’t see why Stiles was making such a fuss over the cut; it’s already starting to heal nicely. At this rate, he’ll be good as new long before morning…
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