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Sciles Week Day #3: Lacrosse this is for @scilesweek!!

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Whose shirt is it?

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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.

[sees-writes]

Sciles Week Day 1 @scilesweek

Site: AO3

Work Title: Sciles Week 2021

Author: Sees_writes

Chapter 1

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Teachers

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In kindergarten, Ms. Harris was overjoyed to see the new boy, Stiles Stilinski, befriend the quiet dark haired boy in her class, Scott McCall. The hyperactive boy seemed to be able to pull Scott out of his shell and she even saw the McCall boy laugh.

By second grade, the boys had gained a reputation among the yard ladies and the teachers. The two were inseparable it seemed. They played together at recess, they worked together in class, and when Scott couldn’t participate in a certain activity because of his asthma, Stiles would sit out to stay with him.

By the 4th grade, teachers learned to be wary of the two. Even with them in separate classes, they still managed to cause trouble. They even went as far as sneaking into the other class when the teachers weren’t looking.

It was strange to some of the teachers, how these two stuck together. Usually in elementary, kids change friends every day. They explore new people and new experiences. But Scott and Stiles seemed perfectly content to stick with each other. On occasion, they roped a few other kids into their games as well. One of their main accomplices was a boy named Theo Raeken. But even then, they remained tight.

By middle school, the teachers learned to fear the two boys. When they were in a class together, they were bound to cause a rocus. Separating them to opposite sides of the classroom seemed like the safest bet, but then the teachers realized that they caused even more of a rocus. They also noticed that one’s grades lowered when they were separated. It seemed that even though they were loud, one of them listened. That one was the dark haired McCall boy. Scott seemed to be the calm to Stiles whirlwind. So, they grudgingly stuck them back together.

By high school, their antics had lessened, but the teachers still looked out for them. Trouble usually followed the two friends. Be it pranks, or unexplained disasters. They watched silently as the group that sat near them at lunch grew. The group that seemed to act more like a family than a high school clique. But at the center of their group, they always saw Scott and Stiles.

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Parents

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Melissa was a little surprised when her quiet kid piped up one day that he’d made a friend at school. She smiled and congratulated him. She had no idea yet what she had just gotten into.

Hanging out at school soon turned to playdates. Play dates soon turned to sleep overs. Sleep overs turned to fearing what part of her house was going to get broken next.

She’d been a little wary when she first met the stilinski boy, he had high energy and seemed to bounce around her as she talked to his father, the sheriff.

She was worried that this boy was going to cause her asthamtic one harm. But then she saw how Scott acted around him. He seemed to have more energy. She also noticed how Stiles slowed down so Scott could keep up.

Noah and Claudia were worried that Stiles was going to struggle to make friends at school. Not because he wasn’t social, but because he was a little over social. He had high energy, and Claudia already thought that she knew what caused their son’s erratic behavior. But when he came home and babbled on and on about the boy he’d met at school, they were thrilled.

They had been a little perplexed upon meeting Scott, he was quiet and clearly not very social. But he listened to Stiles’ fast paced speech with intent interest and actually seemed to make sense of it. Claudia noticed that Stiles seemed calmer when Scott was there.

Noah saw how Scott was there for Stiles when he worried about his mother’s health. He saw how Scott hugged him after Claudia’s death and how Scott kept Stiles from drawing into himself.

He saw how slowly, Scott seemed to step up to defend Stiles more and calmed him when needed.

He remembered when he had been called to school one day when Stiles was in 6th grade because he had suffered from a panic attack. He’d walked into the nurses room to find Stiles seated on one of the beds, and Scott was seated right next to him.

The nurse explained that Stiles had been in math when it happened, and Scott had helped him calm down while the teacher got the nurse.

Noah had ushered Stiles out before turning to Scott.

“How did you calm him down?”

“I did some research on panic attacks.” He looked up at the sheriff. “I did it after Stiles told me he gets them sometimes. I-I just wanted to be ready if he ever had one.”

Noah had patted him on the back and thanked him.

Now, both Melissa and Noah had to go to sleep each night, knowing that supernatural creatures roamed the night, and their kids were neck deep in the problems that brought.

They’d feared that these problems would taint their sons’ relationship, but then, they had been in the hospital, they had been standing outside of the MRI room, they had seen how Scott latched his arms tight around Stiles and Stiles and gripped onto Scott like he was his last life line.

They’d known, right then, that their bond was unshakable.

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Strangers

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Those that had grown up around Scott and Stiles found it hard to remember a time when they weren’t together.

Those driving on the road saw the two teenagers rocking out in a beat up old blue jeep and hoped to god they were smart enough not to crash.

Some people believed that they were dating and had been for years. Others thought they were related, until they realized that one of them had clear hispanic descent and the other didn’t.

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Friends

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Allison knew of Stiles. He was Scott’s friend. But it didn’t take her long to realise that she was in fact sharing Scott with Stiles.

When she would ask him if he was free that night, he’d check with Stiles before replying. If she wanted to hang out with him at lunch, she’d usually have to compete with Stiles for Scott’s attention. If there was a supernatural disaster, she’d almost always find Scott shoving her and Stiles back behind him.

Not even her and Lydia were that inseparable. But she also realized that Stiles seemed to care about Scott as much as she did. So if she wanted to check in on Scott, she’d call Stiles. She knew that he would probably tell Stiles more about his condition than he would tell her, all because he didn’t want her to worry.

When Stiles had gone missing, she didn’t think she had ever seen Scott as frantic and desperate as he had been that night.

Liam had been confused when the two juniors had come and interrogated him on the first day of lacrosse tryouts. He’d been terrified when one of them had turned monstrous and fought another monstrous thing on the roof of the hospital, before kidnapping him. He’d been down right dumbfounded when the second junior had shown up and not looked in any way shape or form, surprised.

Now that he knew both Scott and Stiles, he realized that’s just how they were. That’s how they handled their lives and their problems. One came up with the plan and then the other showed up the plan went up in flames to create an even worse plan.

But one thing he noticed was that they balanced each other. Stiles was the one that questioned everything and everyone. Scott was the one that was willing to trust and give people second chances. Together they had taught him how to stay in control. Together, they had come up with the plans to take down the most recent supernatural creature. Together, they seemed unstoppable.

Malia had been perplexed when she’d first met Scott. She remembered having best friends back when she was younger. She remembered playing together and telling each other secrets, she hadn’t thought that same thing transferred over to boys as well. She definitely had not seen two guy best friends as comfortable around each other as Scott and Stiles were.

At first she’d thought that Scott and Stiles were actually together, but when she’d brought it up to Stiles, he had stared at her in shock.

“No, I am definitely not dating Scott.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes!”

“Would you date him?”

Stiles opened his mouth to respond before pausing.

“I mean, he is good looking and definitely boyfriend material-”

Malia rolled her eyes and cut him off by kissing him.

She felt a fierce protectiveness for Stiles, but she soon realized that Scott carried that same protective nature. That was the first step she took to trusting him. She realized that yes Scott loves Stiles, just not romantically.

The more time she spent around Stiles, the more she picked up on where his habits blended with Scott’s. It didn’t take her long to realize that the two were basically family.

Lydia had been seeing Scott and Stiles together since elementary school. They were the two that no one could seem to separate. She’d hardly noticed it carry over into high school, not until she’d befriended Allison. The more time she spent around them, the more she realized the depth of their friendship. She and Allison had a strong bond, but it was paled in comparison to the one Scott and Stiles carried.

This fact became extremely apparent to her the night that Stiles walked into a pool of gasoline as Scott held a lit flare.

She’d watched them keep each other afloat after the Nemeton forever tainted their souls.

Lydia had been surprised that her banshee intuition hadn’t been alerted when Theo tore through their bond. She didn’t know what had happened after Theo attacked her in the library, but she had known that the pack had fallen apart, but the first people to reconnect had been Scott and Stiles.

Looking back, she realized that Scott had been the first to feel the wrongness when Stiles had been taken by the Wild Hunt. She remembers watching Scott climb into a cooling tank to access memories of his friend. She and Malia both remember watching him almost drown in his memories of Stiles.

She hadn’t seen their reunion in the hospital, but she remembered the way that Scott always watched Stiles. The way that he tracked him and feared losing sight of him. She knew, because she was doing something similar.

Their pack all accepted that Scott and Stiles were the parents of the group and they all agreed that they were definitely a married couple. Their whole friend group was very close knit, but they all knew that it started with Scott and Stiles.

[mitchpell]

Esprit de Corps

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Rafael McCall Being an Asshole, Bromance, Epic Friendship, Pre-Canon

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Scott rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he unsuccessfully fought off a smile. “Yeah, well, now let's see if you can manage to actually pass the ball to me.” He teased, just as the house phone started to ring.

“Why won’t this stupid thing stay in the pocket?” Stiles bitched, chasing after the lacrosse ball yet again as it rolled across Scott’s living room floor.

“You’re not cradling it enough,” Scott coached. “You need to have softer hands.”

“Hey! My hands are soft, alright,” he shot back, shoving the ball into the netting of his stick before passing it back to his friend. “They’re so soft they could be butter.”

Scott’s snort gave way to a grunt as he stretched to catch Stiles’s pass, losing his balance and staggering a few steps. “Butter?” he snarked, once he recovered. “Butter isn’t soft, it's smooth. You know, ‘smooth as butter.’”

“Uh, no,” Stiles scoffed, “the expression’s ‘soft as butter.’”

Scott frowned, his face scrunching in consternation as he held onto the ball. “But butter isn't soft, it's hard as a rock. That’s why it rips your bread when you try to spread it.”

“You have to let it sit out,” Stiles countered. “You know, in a butter—dish—bowl—thing.”

Scott furrowed his brow and looked at Stiles in disbelief. “I’ve never seen butter sitting out at your house,” he pointed out before passing the ball back.

“That’s not the point!” Stiles argued, as he finally managed not to fumble the pass. “Ah ha! See that? Butter.”

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[scilesweek]

Sciles Week is back!

So, because I love so much these two dumbasses, and after seeing that their week very much didn't exist anymore, I decided to revive it.

So... Sciles Week is back, baby!

Soon I will be coming back with details, an interest check on this event, and how this will work. It will be pretty much a laid-back event, so you won't need to sign up for it, or do all the prompts, but I will leave all these little things for future posts.

I hope you all are just as excited as I am to express love for these two in all formats possible! ;)

See you soon!

P.S.: All the gifs used in this post were found in the archive of Tumblr offer us for gifs, so all the credit to the creators.

[elspethc22]

Never Again

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sciles Week Day 2: Sleep Intimacy

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word Count: 1969

When Scott had asked Stiles at the school if he wanted to split up to investigate the train tracks and Stiles had responded ‘never again’ he’d meant it very literally. In the weeks since they’d defeated the Wild Hunt and its wannabe rider the Nazi, Stiles had spent a total of one night in a different bed to Scott. And that night hadn’t gone too well.

The first night, everyone had seemed to just accept that Scott and Stiles weren’t being separated so soon after getting Stiles (and everyone else) back from the Wild Hunt. With everyone suddenly back, both the Sheriff and Melissa had ended up being called back in to work as people tried to deal with, and once again try to explain away, the recent events.

Scott knew Stiles was going to want to go home, to see his house and his room and be in those familiar surroundings after so long, so it wasn’t even a question when he followed his best friend home that night. Like Stiles, he couldn’t bear to separated again so soon, not after so many months and not knowing who Stiles was, what he was missing, and then knowing and struggling to get him back.

When they reach the Stilinski household, Stiles parks the jeep and they hop out. Scott follows Stiles up to the front door, and then pauses when Stiles does, watching as Stiles just stares at the door.

‘Stiles?’ He prompted after a moment, and Stiles nodded, unlocking the door and letting them inside. Scott wondered if he should ask Stiles about eating – did things like that matter in the hunt? But he could tell from the slump in Stiles’ shoulders that he was exhausted, so he let Stiles lead them past the kitchen and up the stairs.

They changed into comfortable clothing and then settled into Stiles’ bed. At first they just lay there, side by side, just far enough apart that Scott could feel the distance.

‘Stiles, are you ok?’ He asked gently after they’d laid there in silence for a minute. Stiles turned his head, then rolled to face Scott. Scott did the same, so they lay staring at each other.

‘It’s just… I have to admit, there were a few moments there when I really wasn’t sure I was getting back here. It’s just…’ He trailed off, and Scott scooted forward, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ waist and pulling him forward, shifting his own body slightly so he could pull Stiles up next to him.

‘I get it. Right after you disappeared, Lydia was so adamant that she’d forgotten something, that there was something we were forgetting or missing, but none of us could really understand what she meant at first. Then, the more she talked about it, that feeling, the more I felt it creeping in and started noticing things. Like an empty space in a photo, little gaps in memories that just didn’t quite make sense, like why I would go looking for a body in the middle of the preserve.’ Scott paused, looking down at Stiles who had tilted his head up and was watching him.

‘Then, when I remembered you – when we heard your voice through the radio, I couldn’t understand how I ever forgot you. When we were using the machine to try and bring you back with our memories, it was so overwhelming, I couldn’t focus and now I think I know why – because you’re there in almost all of my memories, all the important moments in my life since we met. There were too many and I couldn’t focus it down, couldn’t pick just one that was important because they’re all important. Because it’s you. But I still couldn’t bring you back.’

That last bit was whispered, but Stiles clearly heard it as he suddenly sat up, holding Scott’s face between his hands to force him to look at him.

‘That’s not your fault, Scott. I don’t know everything, but I got enough from my dad to know that Lydia bringing me back has to be because she’s a banshee. He said that they never tried to come for her, the riders, and about that other town with the only person left behind being a banshee. So it’s not because you failed, Scott.’ Stiles told him, and continued to hold Scott’s face still and stare at him until Scott nodded.

Then Stiles nodded, clearly happy with Scott’s acquiescence, and laid back down, snuggling in close to Scott once again. Scott brought his arm back up around Stiles’ waist, and let himself settle in a bit more.

‘I’m so glad we got you back, Stiles.’ Scott whispered into the silence in the room after a few minutes.

‘I’m so happy you got me back too.’ Stiles whispered in return, then they both lapsed back into silence, and slowly started to drift off to sleep.

They woke the next morning when the Sheriff finally returned home from the station, popping his head into the room very briefly to check his son was really back and then tell them he was getting some sleep.

The sound of his dad woke Stiles, and he lifted a hand in acknowledgment, listening as his dad shut the door behind him. During the night, they had shifted so when they woke they were pressed Stiles’ back to Scott’s front, spooning together with Scott’s arm keeping them firmly together.

Stiles had a fleeting thought regarding his continual position as the little spoon before he pushed that aside and pressed back slightly, into the warmth of Scott’s body, feeling Scott’s arm tighten slightly in response. Stiles smiled, and let himself drift back off to sleep.

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The second night, Scott had returned home to be with his mum and Stiles stayed home to spend time with his dad. When Stiles made his way up to bed, he went through the same routine as the night before, the same routine as always, getting into his pyjamas and crawling into bed.

He then proceeded to spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, waking every hour or two reaching across the bed for someone who wasn’t there, feeling cold and unable to get warm or with his heart racing as he thought he heard horses and whips. When his dad came to check on him in the morning, he was curled up on his side, staring at his phone trying to decide if it was too early to call Scott.

The decision was made for him when his phone suddenly rang, Scott calling him. He hurried to answer the call, holding the phone to his ear.

‘Scotty?’ He breathed into the phone, and heard a responding sigh.

‘Hey Stiles. Sorry if I woke you – ’

‘You didn’t. I uh, I couldn’t really sleep last night.’ Stiles admitted softly.

‘You either, huh?’ Scott asked and Stiles nodded even though Scott couldn’t see him.

‘I kept reaching for you, and you weren’t here.’ Stiles admitted in a low voice, knowing Scott would hear him.

‘Same.’ Scott whispered back, and Stiles closed his eyes.

The Sheriff stood in the doorway listening to the conversation, and was torn between being worried about Stiles’ inability to sleep apparently coming back, and being so happy to have him back and be able to listen to him talk to his best friend even if the topic wasn’t fantastic. With a silent signal to say he was heading to work, the Sheriff left his son still talking to Scott.

He wasn’t surprised when he got a text later that day from Stiles saying he was spending the night at Scott’s.

From then on, the boys alternated their nights between the Stilinski and McCall households, and either the Sheriff or Melissa lost track of the days, well if the boys weren’t at their respective houses they just made the assumption they were at the other house, and they were correct.

They both also assumed that after a few weeks, once everything started to settle again, they would slowly stop this and go back to what it had been like before. This assumption was not correct.

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One month after Stiles’ return, the Sheriff went to wake his son for his graduation ceremony. After everything that had happened at Beacon Hills High School over the last few months (years) the ceremony had been slightly delayed. As the Sheriff opened the door, he bit back a sigh as he was once again greeted with the sight of Scott and his son curled up together in Stiles’ bed. He had really hoped that now that some time had passed, their shared need for each other to be able to sleep would fade, but that did not seem to be passing.

This morning, Scott was curled up on his side, facing the wall, and Stiles was curled around him, one arm slung across Scott’s midsection, holding him close. They’d often shared a bed as they’d grown up, a closeness forged from a shared grief of losing a parent (albeit in different ways), of being different from their classmates due to asthma and ADHD and being each other’s only real friends for so long. But this was different, this was a new type of closeness and the Sheriff wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

He also worried that now that school was over, and the future upon them with college and who knew what else that this co-dependency for sleep would not end well for either boy. But he knew that saying that to them wouldn’t help, at least not saying outright. Perhaps it was time to talk to Melissa.

He cleared his throat, knocked a couple of times on the door and spoke.

‘Boys, time to wake up – graduation day.’ Stiles stirred first, surprisingly given Scott’s werewolf hearing and reflexes. He turned his head towards the door and gave his dad a smile.

‘Morning dad.’ The Sheriff smiled in returned, then nodded towards Scott.

‘Wake Scott up, get dressed and come down for breakfast. Melissa will be here to join us in half an hour.’ Stiles nodded then turned back towards Scott. The Sheriff stepped back, but then paused, watching his son gently shake Scott.

‘C’mon Scotty, time to get up. Big day today.’ He said, hand on Scott’s shoulder. Scott mumbled and then he brought his hand up to wipe at his face then turned to face Stiles without dislodging Stiles’ arm from his waist.

‘Morning.’ He said lowly, his voice still think with sleep.’ Stiles smiled at him.

‘Can you believe it, Scott? Graduation! We made it – we actuallymade it.’ Scott grinned at him, then his smiled softened slightly.

‘I couldn’t have made it without you.’ Scott told Stiles, who ducked his head. Scott lifted a hand and tilted Stiles’ head back up to look at him. ‘I mean it. No way I’d be here if it wasn’t for you.’

‘Same, Scott. You’ve saved me more times than I can count. And I wouldn’t want to be here without you.’ Stiles admitted and the Sheriff closed his eyes tight. He didn’t want to believe the sentiment but he heard the truth in his son’s voice.

‘I wouldn’t want to be here without you either.’ Scott responded, and the Sheriff heard the truth there too.

When he let his eyes open again, Scott had wrapped an arm around Stiles’ waist, and the other had worked its way up between them to hold Stiles’ cheek, and their foreheads were pressed together. Stiles’ eyes were closed, and Scott was watching him.

Maybe he did know what to make of it after all, although he did wonder if the boys had realised yet. He’d have to let Melissa know this wasn’t going to be stopping any time soon.

[elspethc22]

Best Road Trip Ever

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sciles Week Day 3: Road Trip

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word Count: 4416

‘Come on Scott!’ Stiles yelled up the stairs, resisting the urge to tap his foot in impatience. The jeep was packed, except for Scott’s belongings, and they were meant to be on the road nearly an hour ago.

Of course, that was before Liam had called Scott in a panic about… something. Stiles had his suspicions that nothing had actually been wrong other than Liam’s fear of something happening while Scott and Stiles were gone.

‘Scotty!’ He yelled again, and was about to start up the stairs when he heard footsteps.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming. Geez, calm down.’

Scott came hurrying down the stairs, full bag slung over his shoulder and a wide grin on his face. Stiles answered it with his own grin.

‘Road trip Scotty!’ Stiles greeted with a yell when Scott reached the bottom of the stairs.

‘Road trip!!’ Scott yelled right back, still grinning. Stiles spun on his foot and headed for the front door, Scott following behind. When Scott paused to lock up the house behind him, Stiles took the bag off him, heading to the jeep to stash the bag with his right in the back.

Slightly closer to the front were the bags with snack and drinks for the drive, well the first part of the drive anyway – Stiles wasn’t under the impression this lot of snacks would last all that long with both him and Scott in the car.

Scott hopped into the passenger seat just as Stiles was sliding behind the wheel, turning the keys in the ignition and listening with a smile as Roscoe started up with no fuss.

‘It’s so weird.’ Scott said, looking at him, and Stiles raised an eyebrow in question. ‘Seeing you just start the jeep with no issues every time after so many years of having to fight to start it, and constantly having to check under the hood.’

Stiles nodded, but kept grinning. It had taken a lot of time and money, but once high school had ended, and the threats to their town and their lives had started to die down, Stiles had been able to shift his focus to getting a job and attending college. In the end both Scott and Stiles had chosen to attend the local college, allowing them to stay home and both save money on rent if they’d gone to an expensive city and been around to help out with any supernatural issues that came up.

Scott had increased his hours with Deaton and had initially poured the extra income into helping his mum with getting the house fixed up (although Argent had helped with that too – he wasn’t just handy with multiple weapons, who knew?). Stiles on the other hand had used his new found income to help first with medical bills then finally, finally getting Roscoe a proper mechanic.

Their last year of college they had both been saving for this. The road trip they had talked about for years, that they had originally planned for right after high school but had had to put on the backburner as other things took precedence (and they really lacked the funds for it). But now, four years later they both finally felt it would be safe enough for them to leave for a few weeks and were finally in a position to be able to afford to do it.

The plans for this road trip had been set mostly back when they were pre-teens but they hadn’t changed much since then. They would be gone for a little over five weeks, heading down through California stopping at first at Yosemite, then heading across to the coast to San Francisco and making their way south along the coast until they hit LA. They were spending just over a week in LA then heading into Arizona to see the grand canyon and finally hitting Vegas.

Honestly, Stiles wasn’t sure which part he was most excited about. He knew which part he was least excited about.

‘Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the whole camping in Yosemite thing?’ He asked as they got on the road out of Beacon Hills. Scott just laughed at him.

‘Come on man, it was your idea.’ He reminded Stiles, who just huffed.

‘Yeah, when I was twelve! I think I’m allowed to change my mind.’ He glanced over at Scott who was shaking his head.

‘Well, too bad. I’ve been looking forward to camping in Yosemite for the last ten years and you’re not gonna change my mind.’ Stiles grumbled under his breath, but didn’t continue arguing – he knew Scott was looking forward to being able to spend some time out in nature that wasn’t the preserve with all its history and bad memories. Stiles was also looking forward to it, just not the camping bit.

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The first night of their road trip, they realised that they had both severely underestimated how cold it would get overnight in Yosemite. Although it wasn’t really an issue for Scott, with his core temperature running higher than an average human’s since the bite, it was definitely an issue for Stiles who still, even after nearly five years after the Nogitsune, had periods of time where he struggled to get warm.

When they had first slipped into the tent and their sleeping bags, Stiles had been ok – it had been a warm day, and they spent nearly two hours exploring Yosemite before setting up camp and making their fire. But now, nearly an hour after lying down to sleep, Stiles was still awake and was starting to shiver. He’d already gotten up to pull on a second pair of socks and a jumper but to no avail.

‘Stiles?’ Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Scott’s voice – he’d been so sure he was asleep. As he rolled over, Scott flicked on one of their torches.

‘Um, yeah?’ He responded, trying to be casual about it, hoping Scott hadn’t noticed the shaking.

‘You’re freezing, aren’t you?’ Scott asked, right to the point. Stiles briefly considered lying to him, but then he knew Scott would be able to tell. Even before becoming a werewolf Scott had almost always been able to tell when Stiles was lying.

‘Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up or – ’

‘Shut up, Stiles. Ok, just unzip your sleeping bag.’ Scott told him, already crawling out of his own sleeping bag and opening it up. Stiles stared at him for a moment then moved to do the same. When he was done, Scott simply held out his hand for it, so Stiles passed it over. It took him a few tries, but eventually Scott got the sleeping bags zipped together, grinning triumphantly at Stiles, who just stared at him.

‘Come on, in you get.’ Stiles sighed and moved across to where Scott held up the sleeping bag. He crawled in quickly, and curled up on one side to leave room for Scott, who crawled in behind him then flicked the torch back off.

Stiles tried to keep himself curled up on one side of the sleeping bag, but after a few minutes and more shivering, Scott just let out a huff and slid up behind Stiles, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him in close.

‘Just, stop being stupid. You need to get warm, and I want to sleep so no complaining.’ Scott told him, and Stiles sighed, then let his body relax. As the shivers started to subside and Stiles felt himself start to warm, he gave in and actively snuggled back into Scott’s warmth, felt Scott tighten his hold and shift slightly to a more comfortable position.

‘Thanks Scott.’ He whispered and he swore he could feel Scott’s eye roll.

‘Any time Stiles. Get some sleep, we’ve got a lot of hiking to do tomorrow.’

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The next two nights in the tent were spent the same way – Stiles had tried to separate the sleeping bags before bed on the second night before Scott came in, took one look at the scene and just stared at Stiles until he stopped.

They both changed into their comfy sleep clothes – Stiles even left off the second pair of socks and jumper as the first night had ended with him waking up sweating from the combination of the layers and Scott’s body heat.

Again, Stiles crawled into the sleeping bag first, followed by Scott. Instead of turning the torches straight off, however, Scott left them on, poking Stiles on the shoulder till he rolled over.

‘So, we hit the giant sequoias today, you still up for Yosemite Valley in the morning?’ Scott asked, and Stiles nodded.

‘Yeah, of course. It’s really nice – reminds me of when we were really into camping back in elementary school.’ Stiles said, thinking back. Of course, most of their camping had happened in their backyards, but Stiles’ dad had taken them hiking a few times in the preserve and a few other areas just outside of Beacon Hills.

‘I love it here.’ Scott admitted. ‘It’s nice to just walk through the forest and not be waiting for something to jump out or remembering that’s where the hunters almost got me, or that’s where I was bitten.’

‘I get it. And I mean, I totally have my limits on how long I could spend out here, but it’s nice being here. I’m really glad you insisted on keeping Yosemite on the road trip.’ Stiles admitted.

‘Even with the camping?’ Scott asked teasingly, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

‘Even with the camping. It’s… not as bad as I thought it would be.’ Stiles averted his gaze as he said this, and Scott was about to shoot out a teasing remark when something about Stiles’ face had him hesitating. Stiles was rarely shy or hesitant around him – in fact, the only time Stiles wasn’t completely up front with him was if he was embarrassed by something, and that something usually had something to do with Scott himself.

The last time he’d been like this had been… when he’d admitted to Scott he was bisexual, their first year of college. Not that Scott had been completely surprised (there were only so many comments or jokes Stiles could make before Scott started thinking there was something behind them). But that hadn’t been the cause of the embarrassment – it had been the fact that he had, at one point, had a crush on Scott. Now, given Stiles’ hesitation in sharing the sleeping bags last night and again tonight…

The possibility had Scott pausing, and a fluttering sensation occurring in his stomach. Over the last year of college Scott had started to realise that he might not necessarily be quite as straight as he’d always thought, although he’d never really found a guy that did more than just catch his eye in a fleeting, he’s cute kind of way. Thinking about Stiles that way, for the first time, well that was different. That was more than a fleeting kind of feeling. But it was one that he wasn’t going to just act on rashly – more than anything, Stiles was his best friend and Scott was never going to do anything to put that in jeopardy, so this would take some consideration.

‘Well I’m glad that my need to – how did you put it? Commune with nature? – isn’t ruining the road trip for you.’ He said softly, giving Stiles a small smile when he finally looked back up. Stiles smiled in return, and rolled his eyes.

‘Yeah, yeah. I still say that you’ll be agreeing with me when we hit San Francisco and a real bed in a nice, warm hotel with indoor plumbing and a roof.’ Stiles told him, and Scott laughed.

‘Big baby.’ Scott teased and Stiles huffed and rolled over to show Scott his back. Scott just laughed, reached out to flick off the torches then settled in, reaching out an arm to wrap around Stiles’ waist and pulling him in close to keep him warm.

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Two days later, they reached San Francisco in the early afternoon and Stiles was incredibly thankful he’d had Roscoe fixed up properly because the Roscoe of high school would neverhave survived the hills.

‘So, it’s too early to check in to the hotel, and we’re booked for Alcatraz tomorrow, any preference for what we do today?’ Stiles asked as he tried to navigate his way into the city.

‘Let’s go see the Golden Gate Bridge and the Presidio.’ Scott said, looking at their list of places on his phone. He knew that Stiles was desperate to see the Yoda fountain and the other Star Wars stuff that was supposed to be in the nearby building, plus it was a great day for seeing the bridge weather wise.

‘You sure?’ Stiles asked, but Scott could already see that he was practically vibrating with excitement. Their top two places to visit – Alcatraz and the Presidio – were Stiles’ choices and after Yosemite Scott was more than willing to let Stiles lead this part of the trip.

‘Yeah. Come on, I’m sure you like memorised the best way to get there and where to park so let’s go.’ Stiles shot him a grin, double checked what street they were on and, as he continued to drive, started humming the Star Wars theme under his breath. Scott rolled his eyes at the lack of subtlety but smiled.

When they finally made it to the Presidio, the first thing they did, of course, was head straight for the Yoda fountain, Stiles practically dragging Scott along in his enthusiasm.

‘Oh my god Scott!! There it is, look at it.’ Scott tried to hide his wince at the high pitched tone of Stiles’ voice caused by his excitement.

‘It sure is buddy.’ He responded.

‘Ok, can you try to show at least a little more enthusiasm and respect for the awesomeness that is the Yoda fountain?’ Stiles asked, giving Scott a small glare. ‘I know you fail to appreciate the amazing work of George Lucas and the brilliance of this franchise but I will not have you disrespecting Yoda like that.’

‘Woah, ok calm down. No disrespect, I promise. Hey, you’re getting a photo with the fountain right?’ Scott asked and smiled when the diversion tactic worked. Stiles nodded and as soon as a family moved away from the fountain he bounded over, turning to face Scott with a massive grin on his face. Scott took a couple of photos, and was about to put his phone away when Stiles held out his hand to stop him.

‘Excuse me, do you mind taking a photo of us?’ He asked a couple who looked to be waiting to take photos themselves. The girl nodded and Stiles smiled, gesturing for Scott to hand over the phone, then come and stand next to him.

‘Come on Scotty, I know you don’t care but I need proof you were here too. Kira will never believe me.’ Stiles told him and Scott just shook his head, handing over his phone and making his way over to Stiles.

Stiles threw his arm around his shoulder, shuffling them when the girl indicated they were in front of the fountain. Scott just let Stiles move him around, grinning at him the whole time.

‘You two make a really cute couple.’ The girl told him when she handed back his phone. Scott felt a blush rise up his cheeks and he shifted his gaze quickly over towards Stiles to see if he’d heard. Stiles and her boyfriend were currently standing at the fountain geeking out at it, and Stiles seemed completely oblivious to the comment.

‘Uh, thanks. And thanks for the photos.’ He said, and she just smiled at him, giving him a nod.

‘Sally! Come on, our turn!’ Scott and the girl turned at the voice, and Scott saw Sally’s boyfriend gesturing for her as Stiles made his way over to Scott. He held out a phone to Scott who took it with a questioning look.

‘I told Jake we’d take their photos for them, but you’re usually better so you do it.’ Stiles said with a shrug, so Scott pocketed his phone and then took their photos for them.

Once they were done, Scott handed back the camera and after another round of thanks they went their separate ways. As they walked, Stiles chatting on about Star Wars trivia and the fountain, Scott wondered why he hadn’t corrected Sally when she’d referred to them as a couple. When she’d said it, he’d had a fleeting moment of panic then a warm feeling in his chest. He looked over at Stiles who was waving his hands as he spoke and Scott reached out to pull Stiles close to him just before he walked into a bench.

‘What… oh, thanks dude.’ Stiles said, smiling at Scott before continuing his one-sided discussion. Scott continued listening as they walked, keeping his eye on their path and

occasionally reaching out to steer Stiles out of the way of obstacles until they reached the area of the Presidio that provided them with an amazing view of the Golden Gate Bridge.

He wanted to talk to Stiles about the assumption the girl had made, the moment in the tent the other night, but he needed to sort through his own feelings and thoughts first to make sure he wouldn’t end up doing something that hurt Stiles or damaged their friendship.

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Nearly a week later the boys were once again on the road, heading down the coast towards LA. They had spent three days exploring San Francisco, followed by a couple of lazy days in a small coastal town with nice beaches. Scott had had a great time in San Francisco, mostly just letting Stiles take the lead, letting his happiness and enthusiasm buoy Scott’s spirits. And the beach had been amazing – it was a quiet town without many tourists so the boys had been able to enjoy the beach without have to fight with crowds of people.

His thoughts kept slipping back to Sally’s comment and thoughts of him and Stiles however, and now that they were in the car, just the two of them for a few hours, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop Stiles from noticing something was up.

Sure enough, nearly an hour into the drive, Stiles pulled over to a rest stop, turned off the engine and shifted to look at Scott.

‘Ok, what’s up?’ Stiles asked, straight to the point.

‘What do you mean?’ Scott asked trying to deflect – from the narrowing of Stiles’ eyes it didn’t work.

‘You’ve been acting weird since the day we got to San Francisco. I figured you’d talk when you were ready but it’s been like three days already so what gives?’

‘I… you know in freshman year of college, when you told me you were bi?’ Scott started, watched as Stiles’ face became wary. He nodded slowly.

‘Yeah.’

‘Well… The second night in the tent in Yosemite I was thinking about that, when you said you… that you had feelings for me at some point – ’

‘Yeah, but you know that I wasn’t like faking being cold or anything to just get you to share – ’

‘No, Stiles of course I know that! That’s not what I meant. I mean – ’ Scott cut himself off, took a deep breath and then let it out. ‘Ok. So, that night I wasn’t thinking about what you’d told me in a bad way, I was thinking about it like, like I was thinkingabout it. And then when we were at the fountain, the Yoda fountain, that girl, Sally, she told me we were a cute couple and I couldn’t – I couldn’t stop thinking about it.’

‘Couldn’t stop thinking about…’ Stiles trailed off, looking at him.

‘About us. As a couple.’ They sat in silence for nearly two minutes after that statement, just staring at each other.

‘And what have you been thinking? I mean, Scott, you’re straight. Aren’t you? ’

‘I don’t… I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve never been really attracted to a guy before but I’m starting to think that’s because I was looking in the wrong places.’ Scott said softly.

‘And now?’ Stiles asked, just as soft.

‘Now, I know I’m definitely not one hundred percent straight. There’s one guy in particular that’s finally caught my eye and I think… I think it’s taken me long enough to realise it.’ Scott told him, and after a moment’s hesitation, he reached out a hand to Stiles.

Stiles looked at it, then back up at Scott and after his own momentary hesitation he reached out with his own hand to take it.

‘Are you… are you serious about this, Scott? Cause I can’t – ’

‘That’s why I’ve been, how did you put it? Weird. I’ve been thinking about it, just trying to make sure that what I was feeling was real, that I was really sure about it before I said anything.’ Scott told him, giving his hand a squeeze.

‘So are you? Sure?’ Stiles asked, sounding like he was afraid to hear the answer. Scott looked down at their joined hands, thought for a moment and then looked back up.

‘Yeah, yeah I am sure. I want this Stiles. Us. And I’m sorry if it’s – ’ Whatever Scott was about to say was cut off as Stiles leant across the centre console and pressed his lips against Scott’s.

Scott was shocked for about five seconds, then responded. And he had to admit, there may have been a tiny bit of him still in doubt before, but now, kissing Stiles – he knew this is what he wanted. Nothing had felt this right, and no kiss had ever gone straight to his head (or other areas) like that.

When Stiles pulled back, Scott just smiled at him.

‘Still one hundred percent sure.’ Scott told him, and Stiles grinned back.

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Four days later they stood in the middle of a crowd, looking for the most likely suspect to take their photo for them. Then, Stiles spotted someone.

‘Oh my god, Jake!’ He called out, waving his hand in the air frantically and Scott looked around, laughing when he spotted Sally and Jake.

‘Stiles?’ Jake called out, pulling Sally in their direction. ‘Man, what are the chances?’

‘I know, right? Man I can’t believe the star wars area isn’t open yet, it’s gonna be so cool! But we did Star Tours and the Jedi Training – I wish Space Mountain was still themed’ Stiles said, and Scott smiled and rolled his eyes, catching Sally’s eye and laughing with her.

‘Well this could take a while.’ She said, nodding at their boyfriends – and wow, that was amazing to think.

‘Yeah. Stiles is still not over the fact that I didn’t find the movies as amazing as he does when he finally got me to sit down at watch them.’

‘Jake’s the same – I honestly did wonder early on if Jake was going to break it off with me because of it.’

‘Stiles has threatened to end our friendship I don’t even know how many times because of Star Wars.’

‘Your friendship? I thought you two – oh my god, I’m sorry!’ Sally said, looking horrified and Scott laughed.

‘No, no – I mean, when you said we were a cute couple last week at the Presidio, we weren’t, but now – actually, if you hadn’t said that we might not have talked about it so, thank you.’ Scott told her, and she looked at him, puzzled, then smiled.

‘Wow. I mean, you’re welcome? You really do make a cute couple.’ She repeated.

‘We do, don’t we?’ Stiles said, coming up behind them with Jake, nearly making Sally jump in surprise. ‘Scotty, guess what? Jake said a cast member told him Chewbacca is gonna be out for a meet and greet in like an hour, we have to go. Oh, and they’re going to comic con too!’

Scott grinned at his boyfriend, then shared a smile of exasperated fondness with Sally. The rest of their day was spent with Sally and Jake – after their obligatory couple shots in front of the castle, and a group shot once Sally spotted a nice looking lady who agreed to take some photos for them all.

After the evening fireworks, they went their separate ways as they headed back to their hotels, promising to meet up at comic con in a few days since Sally and Jake were on their last day at Disneyland.

Scott and Stiles walked back up to their hotel – it was about a twenty minute walk, but Scott enjoyed it, semi-quiet after the noise of Disneyland all day.

‘I can’t believe we just ran into them again like that.’ Stiles commented, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder for a second as they walked.

‘Yeah, it was pretty unlikely. But hey, you got to talk Star Wars with Jake, and we’ll see them again in a few days. And I was talking to Sally – I thanked her.’ Scott said, and Stiles looked at him.

‘Thanked her?’ He asked, and Scott nodded.

‘Yeah. If it wasn’t for her mistaking us for a couple, I might have let things go as just me being, I don’t know, caught up in the moment – I wouldn’t have been overthinking things and you wouldn’t have pushed me to talk. I mean, it still might have happened eventually, but her comment is why it happened now. So…’

‘So, you thanked her.’ Stiles repeated, and Scott nodded again. ‘I’m really glad she called us a couple then.’

‘Me too.’ Scott said, then pulled Stiles in for a kiss. He wondered if the amazed feeling he got from doing that would ever wear off – he hoped it wouldn’t.

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A few weeks later, they were headed home. They’d seen Alcatraz, Disneyland, the Hollywood sign, the Grand Canyon, the strip in Vegas and still – when people asked them what the best part of the trip was, their favourite spot they both answered with ‘I-5, heading south.’

It got them some strange looks, but they would just share a look and smile. And when asked about how the road trip went, they would sometimes give lots of details about what they did, who they met, what they saw.

But most often? They would just smile and say ‘best road trip ever.’

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Five Nights of Summer

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sciles week day 5: Summer Nights

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word count: 3649

Five Summer Nights

Summer Before Freshman Year

‘Man, I can’t believe we’re gonna be in high school in a month!’ Stiles exclaimed (not for the first time this summer) from his spot on Scott’s bed. Scott turned from his desk to look at Stiles, rolling his eyes.

‘I know, dude. We’ve done this already.’

‘Yeah, but high school, Scotty. It’s a whole new ballpark! This is the year, man! This is the year Lydia Martin is finally gonna notice me.’ Stiles told him, sitting up, a look of determination on his face.

‘If you say so, Stiles.’ Scott said, wanting to believe for his buddy’s sake, but pretty sure that this year would be just like the last… six, was it? He’d lost count of how long his friend had been in love with Lydia Martin. ‘I’m bored, man. It’s Friday night, and we’re sitting around doing nothing, again.’

Stiles got that look in his eye which usually meant trouble was coming his way, and Scott almost regretted opening his mouth. Then again, Stiles’ record for getting them back out of trouble after getting them into was getting better. And his plans had like, a ninety percent fun rating, trouble or no.

Scott grinned, leaning forward in anticipation of whatever Stiles had come up with. A few hours later, he’d think back and regret that anticipation when the Sheriff was hauling them both by the necks of their tops and all but shoving them into the back of his cruiser.

Then again, when Stiles turned to him, grinning, as soon as his dad was gone, Scott couldn’t help but grin back. Sneaking into a high school party had been awesome – right up until someone had called the cops on it, and Stiles and Scott had been caught by Stiles’ dad. But, since they hadn’t been there long (and Scott was still able to exert some level of control over Stiles’ wilder ideas) they hadn’t had any alcohol so at least they had that on their side when their parents decided on punishments. And they didn’t know any other people in their year who had ever been to a real high school party before. Maybe Stiles was right. Maybe this year would be different.

Summer before Sophomore Year

‘Come on, dude, I wanna make first line this year, that means practicing.’ Scott said, staring at Stiles who was sprawled across his bed. Scott stood in the doorway of Stiles’ room, lacrosse stick in hand, staring at his best friend.

‘But Scott! It’s summer!! Summer is meant to be for fun and sleeping and being lazy.’

‘Dude, you’re always lazy.’ Scott laughed, and Stiles shot his hand up in the air, giving Scott the finger. ‘Come on, you practice with me this afternoon, and it’s your pick for tonight.’

It was Friday night, and Stiles had spent the last few complaining they never did anything exciting. So as expected, when Scott dangled that possibility, Stiles sat up.

‘Really? Anything I pick?’ He asked, already looking like he was in planning mode. Scott nodded.

‘Anything.’

When he’d promised that, Scott really didn’t imagine it meant he was going to be spending his Friday night in the mall trying to find Lydia Martin because Stiles had apparently overheard one of her friends making plans over the phone when he’d gone to the shop for milk that morning.

They’d been at the mall for nearly an hour now, and they’d already tried countless shops that Stiles was sure would be the type Lydia would go to, and not a single sighting of her.

‘Dude, your dad finishes his shift in less than an hour, and if we’re not ready to go when he gets here you know he’ll leave us and we’ll have to get the bus and then walk back to your place.’ Scott said, and Stiles threw him a quick glance.

‘Don’t worry, Scotty, we’ll find her, I’m sure of it. Come on, there’s a few more places we haven’t tried, she’s got to be at one of them.’ Stiles sped up and Scott rolled his eyes. The things he did because Stiles talked him into it.

As they sat on the bus nearly two hours later, having never found Lydia, Scott chose to ignore his sulking best friend in favour of playing around on his phone. When that got boring, he opened the camera on his phone, and started taking photos. First he tried a few of himself but they kept coming out blurry or his aim was way off. So he switched to taking photos of Stiles.

He managed to take a few before Stiles realised what was going on, then he started complaining, then moved swiftly to making silly faces at the camera. When Scott was checking one of the photos, Stiles stole his phone from his hand and suddenly Scott found himself on the other side of the camera.

He scrunched up his nose, then decided to mimic the faces Stiles had pulled earlier until Stiles was laughing. Then Stiles pulled Scott in and turned the camera.

They didn’t manage to check any of the photos since the bus pulled up to the stop closest to the Stilinski house and they had to race to get off.

But the next day, when Scott was flipping through his photos, he found one photo of the two of them that was in focus and had both of them in the frame. Stiles had his arm around Scott’s shoulder, which was just visible, and their faces were pressed up against each other, both grinning into the camera. Scott made sure he saved the photo, sent it to himself to save on his laptop then set it as his phone background. It hadn’t been such a bad night after all.

Summer before Junior Year

Scott lay on his bed in silence, thinking about the past few months, all the changes both good and bad. Then he thought back to his conversation with Stiles earlier that day when they were practicing lacrosse.

‘No lacrosse. No popularity, no girlfriend, nothing.’

‘Dude, you still got me.’

‘I had you before.’

‘Yeah, and you still got me. Okay? It’s a life fulfilled.’

Scott was surprised by how much the idea of no girlfrienddidn’t really hurt any more. When Allison had first ended things, following the absolute disaster that was the of the lacrosse final, he’d felt broken. Broken heart, broken spirit, just… broken. But now, nearly two months later, the hurt had started fade. Still there, but more manageable.

His summer had been spent much like most of his previous summers – just him and Stiles. When Stiles had reminded him earlier that he still had him, the thought had made Scott want to grin, wide. After being bitten by Peter, and then meeting Allison, Scott hadn’t spent as much time with Stiles as he usually would in the last few months of school. Between suddenly having a girlfriend, and trying to stay alive and getting caught up in werewolves and kanimas and everything, it had rarely just been the two of them.

Today it had felt like Stiles was reassuring him that he would always be there, and after everything, even with as much as he’d loved Allison, hearing that was the best thing he’d heard in a long time.

Scott was still lost in thought when he heard the front door open, and he propped himself up on his bed. His mum was working the late shift, so who – he heard the familiar heartbeat just before the footsteps started up the stairs and smiled. Of course, who else would just let themselves into his house? Although, he was surprised he hadn’t heard the jeep pull up.

‘Scotty! I come bearing supplies!’ Stiles’ called out, as if Scott wouldn’t have heard him by now.

Scott contemplated sitting up, but decided instead to simply roll over on his bed so he was on his stomach, facing the door. Stiles rounded the corner into his room, and Scott’s eyes widened when he took in the bags Stiles was carrying.

‘Uh… Stiles, what’s going on? You moving in or something?’ It looked like Stiles had a bag full of clothes, his PlayStation plus controllers, and two bags of food.

Stiles dumped everything just inside the door and bounded over to the bed, dropping down beside Scott with a thump that made Scott bounce.

‘Nope. Well, not technically. Dad’s on call all weekend, and I know Mama McCall is on late shifts so we’re having a boys weekend! You, me, junk food, video games and movies.’ Stiles’ eyes were sparkling, and Scott felt his excitement grow. They hadn’t had a bro night in longer than Scott could remember and the prospect of a whole weekend just the two of them hanging out like they used to – it was exactly what Scott needed.

He grinned, sitting up to face Stiles.

‘Tell me you have pop tarts.’ He said, trying, and failing, to sound serious. Stiles rolled his eyes.

‘Of course I have pop tarts, dude – who do you take me for, and amateur?’ Stiles shoved his shoulder good naturedly, then slipped off the bed to start fiddling with the PlayStation and Scott’s newly repaired tv.

Scott was content to just watch Stiles tinker.

Summer before Senior Year

The next summer, things were different – Allison was gone, Isaac and Derek had both left town, and Scott’s pack had expanded to include a werecoyote, a kitsune, Scott’s first ever bitten beta and a banshee they had thought was human. Stiles was dating Malia and still trying to help her integrate back into human society (Lydia was handling the school part after over hearing some of Stiles’ teaching methods). Scott was sort of dating Kira, even though she had been in New York for most of the summer.

They only had one more week until Summer was over and they began their final year of High School, and Scott could tell that Stiles was starting to get antsy about it, although he wasn’t entirely sure why.

So tonight, for the first time this summer, he’d made sure it was just gonna be the two of them – Liam was hanging out with Mason, and Lydia was taking Malia shopping for new school wardrobes or something.

So Scott let himself into the Stilinski house, nodding a greeting to the Sheriff who was sitting at the kitchen table looking over a case file.

‘Hey, Scott.’

‘Hi. How’s it going?’ He asked, and the Sheriff gave him a small smile.

‘Been a quiet summer, so can’t complain. The opposite, actually – it’s been refreshing, especially after the last year.’ Scott smiled in return – it was certainly easier for them with the Sheriff finally in the know, but he knew how hard it still was for his friend’s dad to have so many cases he couldn’t officially close because ‘it was a werewolf’ wasn’t really something he could put in an official report.

‘It’s been nice.’ Scott agreed.

‘Stiles is upstairs, doing… something.’ The Sheriff told him, and Scott nodded his thanks before bounding up the stairs, and entering Stiles room.

‘Hey Stiles.’ Stiles looked up from his laptop where it was sitting in his lap as he lounged on his bed.

‘Hey, Scott. What’s up?’ He asked, moving his laptop out of the way, closing the lid.

‘Not much. Thought we could hang, just us.’ Stiles’ eyes narrowed, and Scott cursed. Stiles was always able to read between the lines with him.

‘What is it? What happened? Is it Malia? Kira? Liam? Did he have like, a pre moon wolf out and run around naked again?’ He asked, and Scott shook his head.

‘No. Seriously, everyone’s fine, I swear. I just thought it would be nice for us to hang out just us, like it used to be.’ Scott explained, and Stiles relaxed minutely, though he was still staring at Scott like he was waiting for the but.

‘Ok.’

Scott moved into the room, kicking his shoes off and then sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed, facing Stiles.

‘Ok. Fine. There is something I wanted to talk about – ’

‘I knew it! There is something wrong – ’

‘Stiles.’ Scott cut him off, using what Stiles had dubbed his alpha voice. Stiles always liked to claim it didn’t actually work on him since he wasn’t a werewolf, but nine times out of ten if Scott used it, Stiles would shut up.

This was one of those times.

‘It’s nothing bad, I just… You’ve been really focused on this whole post-senior year plan, like really focused, even for you, and I just – is everything ok? I mean, I totally understand wanting to keep us all together, I don’t like the idea of the pack just going their separate ways at the end of the year but, I don’t know, it seems like this is more than that.’

Stiles looked down at his hands, and Scott waited, watching him. Finally, he looked up at Scott and shrugged.

‘I asked my dad a few days ago who he still talks to, from his high school friends – do you know what he said?’ Scott shook his head at the question, but from Stiles posture and voice he could guess where this was going. ‘None, Scott. He doesn’t talk to a single one of his friends from high school.’

‘Is that what’s had you so wound up? You think that’s gonna be us?’ Scott asked, and Stiles shrugged again, then nodded once. Scott wanted to laugh, but bit it back, knowing it wouldn’t help.

‘Stiles – hey, look at me. That sucks for your dad, and yeah, maybe that happens to some people – but that is never going to be us, ok? First, we’re not all just friends, we’re pack, that means something.’ Stiles nodded, but he still didn’t look convinced. ‘And second? You and I? We’ve never just been friends – Stiles, you’ve always been more than just a friend, you’re the most important person in my life besides my mum. And after everything we’ve been through – Stiles, you stepped into gasoline while I held a lit flare to save my life or die with me. And I would do anythingto keep you safe too. So yeah, I’m really sorry for your dad and all those other people who lose their high school friends but we’re never gonna be those people.’

Stiles blinked at him, then started to smile, and Scott grinned in return.

‘You’re right, there’s not really any high school friendship like ours, is there?’ Stiles said, and Scott shook his head.

‘Nope. We’re one of a kind. Dude, you’re always gonna have me.’

‘I always have.’ Stiles responded, and Scott was suddenly reminded of that day last summer.

‘It’s a life fulfilled, right?’ He asked, hoping Stiles would remember. From the way Stiles’ eyes widened, then filled with happiness as he grinned, he too remembered that day.

‘Absolutely.’ He agreed, and they laughed. And Scott gave an internal sigh of relief that he’d figured out what was troubling his best friend, and had – hopefully – managed to fix it. At least for now.

Summer after High School

‘Dude, we did it.’ Stiles said, and Scott turned to look at him from the passenger side of the jeep. They were sitting in the jeep in the car park of the school two hours after their high school graduation ceremony.

Everyone else had left, the rest of the pack having not long taken off in groups to head to their favourite dinner for a celebratory dinner. Their parents had headed home with instructions to have fun but, under no circumstances, wake them up when they got home. They both had early shifts.

‘I know, I can’t believe we graduated.’ Scott agreed, and Stiles shook his head.

‘No, man – I mean yes, we did, but we did more than that. We survived.’ Stiles told him, turning in his seat to face Scott.

‘Stiles – did you mean it?’ Scott asked, and Stiles looked at him. ‘The night… the night they took you, the riders – you called me, but I didn’t know who you were…’

‘You remember that?’ Stiles asked, before he winced and ducked his head down.

‘Hey.’ Scott reached out, put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, waited until Stiles looked up again. ‘Yeah, I remember. It came back when I saw you again for the first time at the hospital. Did you mean it?’

Stiles stared at him, and Scott just held his gaze, not moving. He just waited. After what felt like an eternity, Stiles nodded once.

‘I meant it.’

‘Scott? Hey, Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?’

‘Who’s this?’

‘Scott… no, please – please, Scott, you have to remember ok? They’re coming for me, but you have to remember, please – remember me. Remember… remember that I love you. I love you Scott, I never said it before but I do, I love you. I love you. Remember that.’

‘I love you too.’ Scott told him, and Stiles started to shake his head but Scott moved his hand from Stiles’ shoulder to cup his cheek, stilling the movement.

‘I do. When I realised what was missing from my life, that they’d taken you it was like this… I don’t know how to describe it, but I knew then. I need you in my life, always, not just because you’re my best friend but you’re the person I love more than anyone. I’m in love with you Stiles.’

Stiles’ eyes had filled with tears as he listened, and he blinked.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked softly, and Scott heard the fear in his voice.

‘Never been more sure.’ Scott told him, his voice steady and serious.

‘I’m in love with you too.’ Stiles admitted, and Scott smiled and then before Stiles could move Scott had leaned it, bringing his other hand to the back of Stiles’ head to pull him forward to meet him, pressing his lips to Stiles’.

Stiles squeaked in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, bringing his own hands up – one to mirror Scott’s and cup the back of Scott’s head, the other to wrap around Scott’s back, trying to pull him closer. Scott tilted his head slightly, and then deepened the kiss, pulling a groan from Stiles that Scott wanted to hear again and again.

When Stiles pulled back slightly, just to catch his breath, he grinned at Scott, and Scott mirrored the expression.

‘Well… that was new.’ Stiles said, and Scott laughed, rolling his eyes at the statement that was so Stiles.

‘But good?’ He checked when he stopped laughing, and Stiles bit his lip, and nodded.

‘Definitely good.’ Stiles started to lean in, and Scott moved as well but then Stiles’ phone went off, and he groaned. ‘I want to ignore it. I do. But that’s the ringtone Lydia set for herself and I fear that if I don’t answer she’s going to make me pay, somehow.’

Scott bit his lip to keep himself from laughing, and nodded his agreement. Lydia had certainly changed over the last couple of years, grown into herself and her abilities – but she still hated to be ignored. If she called, you answered. And if you didn’t, you were on your own, pack or no pack (Liam learned that lesson the hard way early in Scott and Stiles’ senior year).

‘Lydia? What’s up?’ Stiles asked, answering the phone just before it rang out.

‘Stiles? Where the hell are you guys? We’ve all been here for ages, and everyone’s getting hungry – and by everyone I mean the werecoyote, werewolf and teenage boys!’ She nearly shouted into the phone, and Stiles winced, staring at Scott with wide eyes. They’d both forgotten they were meant to be meeting the rest of the pack for dinner.

‘Uh, sorry, the jeep was acting up again, but I think it’s sorted now. We’ll be there in like, ten minutes. You know what, Scott and I always get the same thing there anyway, why don’t you just all go ahead and order, and order ours too? That’ll keep the others happy.’ Scott grinned at him – they were meeting at their favourite diner, and he and Stiles had been ordering the same thing for years.

Scott listened as Stiles rattled off their orders from memory, then after swearing to Lydia they were getting on the road right this minute, he hung up.

‘Oops?’ Stiles said, grinning at Scott.

‘Oops.’ Scott agreed, then, Lydia and her threats be damned, he leaned back across the centre console to kiss Stiles once again.

When he pulled back, Stiles looked a little dazed before shaking his head as if to clear it. Scott settled back into his seat with a smile, watching as Stiles turned the key in the ignition, letting out a little prayer (thank you jeep gods!) when it started with no fuss.

Stiles pulled out of the spot and drove out of the car park, away from the school. When he reached the main road, he reached out and grabbed hold of Scott’s hand, holding it as he drove. Scott let his head roll to the side, smiling at Stiles, content to watch him drive them to meet their friends – their pack.

It was the first night of their summer vacation – the first one after finishing high school, their last before college and the demands of adulthood hit. And if this was any indication, this was going to be the best summer yet. They had other friends now, they had their pack and allies. And, like all those summers before, they had each other.

Scott gave Stiles’ hand a small squeeze, and Stiles looked over quickly, smiling at him.

He remembered their conversation from last summer, and the one before. This wasn’t just a life fulfilled. This was everything.