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Stiles has started to train, on his own because fuck Deaton, his magical spark and one day surprises his lovely True Alpha boyfriend with his bad ass radical magic! Of course, Scott being Scott, was worried about his precious human boyfriend hurting himself and is like ‘OMG NO BB YOU CAN HURT YOURSELF” and Stiles just ignores it and thinks he’s gonna be totes fine.Then comes in the next big bad and Stiles blasts so much magic up his ass that there’s no remnants of him in the entire world. Of course, he’s never done this before, and promptly passes the fuck out. Like full on eyes rolling into the back of his head pass out and Scotty’s on him in an instant.Four weeks. It takes four weeks for him to wake back up in which Scott has almost given him the bite a thousand times because “omg he cant be dead” but when he does wake up JESUS CHRIST THE SUN LIGHT IS NOT AS BRIGHT AS THE JOY AND LOVE GLOWING OUT OF SCOOT MCTOOTS EYES and Stiles promises to be more careful.
Food.These boys and food.Like, please, can we talk about how much two teenage boys can eat on their own? Nevertheless one being a fucking Alpha werewolf and the other being a magical spark. They could, and have, eaten people out of house and home.So these two go out on a sweet date to this romantic (*Cough*expensive*cough*) restaurant and, honestly, they had a three course meal each and it didn’t put a dent in their bellies.So they go to fucking McDonalds and buy ten orders of french fries, like a billion mcnuggets, and a good handful of mcchickens. It’s all poured onto on try, no need for the damn cardboard holders, and they just scarf it down like piggies. Screw being romantic, bitch, these fuckers are starving.
Future Headcanon here. These guys are old now. Like wrinkles at the corner of their eyes, but still hot as fuck daddy’s old. Like, maybe Chris Argent and Peter Hale old and the pack has GROWN. They don’t have any kids of their own, but there are plenty to take care of and it seems like there’s never a moment rest anymore. Still, they find those passing moments together and can’t keep their hands off of each other. It’s worse than when they were teenagers. The sound of little five year old wolfies giggling in the background don’t even stop them from kissing, only stopping to breathe and smile these ridiculous love smiles while looking in each others eyes.Then.Fucking Then.One day Stiles drops the bombshell and says he wants a baby girl. And OH MY GOD IF YOU THOUGHT SCOTTS EYES GOT BRIGHT IN THE FIRST ONE BABY PLEASE NOW THEY’RE PAPA SCOTT AND DADDY STILES. Though, in the bedroom, Scott’s Daddy ;D
Stiles dies first. He’s almost 80 when what took his mom started to take him. He refused to let that happen, to forget his children or Scott so he asks for the bite....but he’s too old, too late. The magic inside him had dried up by then, only small sparks here and there showing that it ever existed. But he takes it. The bite. It doesn’t make him cough up black, doesn’t slowly kill him like others, as if the wolf that could have been in him knowing how much he and Scott had been through. It doesn’t let him suffer. It just takes him. In the blink of an eye he’s smiling, telling Scott he loves him and that it’ll all be okay and to stay strong, and then he’s gone. As if he were asleep.
