i honestly? was v confused by this because one of my teen wolf ocs is named melissa and i’ve been writing about her a lot recently, and i had NO idea who noah was. but now i see this prompt is for sherissa (noah and not john. jeff. are u kidding me.) and i am HERE for it. this is set WAY pre-canon and it’s way shorter than my briam fic so it’s not on ao3. it’s also pre-relationship of any kind sorry friend.
send me prompts pls, any kind of prompts
Noah wakes up to a pounding, both on his door and in his head. Stiles woke up in the middle of the night with another nightmare, and he had just gotten back into bed after calming Stiles down, drifted off, and then the knocking came. He scrambles from the bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas before running down the stairs. If this bastard wakes Stiles up again, he swears to God, he’s going to lose it.
He throws open the door and the person on the other side is not who he’s expecting at all.
The woman has one eyebrow cocked, one hand on her hip, and her phone in her hand. “Stilinski, right?” she asks, and he nods. “Good. I’m Melissa McCall. Is your son Stiles?” He nods again, more confused than anything. She smiles, tight-lipped, and says, “Perfect. I think we need to talk.”
Honestly, he doesn’t have the energy or sense of mind to argue, so he just steps aside and lets her in, closing the door behind her. She takes a brief look around, nods to herself, and turns back to him, looking expectant but patient. He squints at her and finally finds words to speak. “Are you aware it’s four in the morning?”
Melissa just rolls her eyes. “I was on my way to work,” she explains, “and this was pretty important.”
For a moment, his thoughts stop completely. Then they head directly into overdrive. She’s wearing scrubs, she knows my name, she asked about Stiles. How many more puzzle pieces does he need? Something’s wrong; he had Stiles checked time and time again after Claudia died, and finally someone’s found something wrong. It was just a matter of time, he supposes; her disease was, theoretically, hereditary. He just didn’t think it would be this soon.
But before he can ask anything, Melissa continues. “My son made friends with your son at school last week, and I just wanted to have a talk with you before things got out of hand and I couldn’t stop it.”
His chest re-inflates, his thoughts winding down. “Oh,” he says, because he can’t think of anything else to say.
She keeps talking, seemingly unaware of his own internal panic. Her eyes are trained on the ground, near his feet, and she’s talking pretty quickly; she seems like she’s panicking all on her own. She says, “I don’t normally like to tell people, because it’s none of their business, but Scott doesn’t get that yet. So he told Stiles, and now I’m telling you, because before we moved here, things got - got rough at his other school when people found out.” Almost immediately at the mention of their old life, Melissa shakes her head, like she’s trying to shake off a bad memory. “Scott is, uh, transgender.”
There’s a long silence after that, like Melissa expects him to say something. When he doesn’t, he looks up at him and raises her eyebrows. He just says, “So?”
“What do you mean, ‘so?’ That’s my kid you’re talking about.”
He shakes his head. “Mrs. McCall, it’s none of my business what your kid’s gender is. Stiles hasn’t had a friend in years - as long as he’s happy and your kid isn’t selling him drugs, we’re not gonna have any problems.”
Melissa blinks at him. Then, slowly, like a sunrise on her face, she smiles. Noah’s heart squeezes; he hasn’t had a crush since high school. He won’t start again, now, at thirty-something. He refuses. “Great,” she says. “I just - I wanted to make sure you didn’t have a problem, and then Scott wouldn’t be able to see Stiles again. Because they seem to be good friends.”
“Good,” Noah says.
She smiles and moves past him, towards the door. “Thank you, Sheriff. Sorry if I woke you,” she says.
“It’s Noah,” he says, watching her open the door and head towards the steps. “Have a good one, Mrs. McCall.”
“It’s Ms. McCall,” she says casually, heading down the stairs. Once she makes it to the bottom, she turns and smiles at him. “Actually, it’s Melissa.” Then she walks down the path, gets into her car, and drives away. And Noah can’t help but hope that he gets to see a lot more of Melissa McCall.
Human AU where Scott is a trans boy who, instead of getting The Bite, finally starts taking T.
Key difference is Scott actually wanting to be on T.
He’s been socially transitioning for years, and Jackson knows exactly what’s up when Scott starts getting stronger and better at lacrosse... and he’s sorta proud of all the work Scott’s put into becoming the best version of himself.
Just give me a Human AU Scackson fluff fest with zero drama, okay?
Imagine Derek and Stiles dealing with a pregnant scott, changes of humor and weird stuff of the pregnancy
YEAH. This goes perfectly with my trans!Scott feelings.
Imagine cute as fuck Scotty with a lil belly bump speed walking in the park cause he doesn’t want to sit around all day (and Stiles still can’t keep up)
Imagine late night cravings. You know Derek would totally get up at 4:17 in the morning to drive to the all-night mini-mart and get Scott what he needs for a fluff and pickles sandwich
imagine NESTING. Buying the crib and crying over one-sies and booties
Imagine when they go in for an ultrasound and the doctor tells them about–wait for it–two heartbeats
Picking out names
Stiles rubbing Scott’s feet when they get sore and Derek leeching some of his pain
Derek and Stiles being doting as fuck especially when Scott gets cranky and emotional
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Heather (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey
Additional Tags: Trans Female Character, Trans Scott, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Established Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Minor Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Minor Jordan Parrish/Sheriff Stilinski, Female Scott McCall, Alternate Universe - Human
Summary:
Scout and her friends decide to go out drinking for their Halloween celebration, and Scout gets a lot of attention in her Batman costume.
17. things you said that i wish you hadnt; from here
Scott tugged on the light purple shorts and tugged down the soft pink midriff shirt. They slowly turned to stare at themeself in the mirror, their fingers trailing their happy trail, the tips of their fingers catching on their studded navel. They took a deep breath, twisting and admired their stomach as much as they checked out their new outfit.
A few minutes later someone knocked on the door and Scott jumped flushing crimson.
“Who- who’s there?” They called.
“It’s us, Scott!” Liam called. “Let us in.”
“J- just a second!” Scott called back tugging at their clothes.
“Come on! Hurry!” Liam called back. “The pizzas are getting cold…” Scott grunted and fell as they turned to grab their basketball shorts deciding there was no time for underpants or a shirt.
“What is he doing in there?” Hayden asked.
“I don’t know, he didn’t say…” Liam replied.
“Liam, why is the door closed? This keg is fucking heavy…” Danny called from down the hall.
“His highness has the door locked…” Hayden called back.
“I can hear you!” Scott called as they shoved the rest of their clothes under the hotel bed. “I’m opening the door now…” They unlocked the door and everyone came in, sighing in relief.
“Thank gawd!” Liam sighed as he set the pizzas on the table and Hayden turned to where Jackson had caught up with Danny, grabbing the other end of the keg.
“Why do we have a keg? How many people are coming?” Hayden asked.
“Have you seen werewolves trying to get drunk?” Jackson countered. “It takes a lot of alcohol…”
“Ah…” Hayden said as she flopped on the bed. Scott bit their lip as they stared at where they could just see their clothes they’d hidden under the bed.
“You ok, Scotty?” Stiles asked slapping them on the back as he came in. Scott jumped and Stiles laughed.
“Yeah, great…” Scott said.
“Obviously… Anything I can do?” Stiles asked.
“Nah…” Scott tugged out of their friend’s grip.
“Ok… I’m here if you need me, buddy…” Scott nodded a little and went to the bed where they tried to look like they were idly kicking at the bed but really they were trying to kick the clothes under the bed better.
“Scott?” Hayden asked.
“Yeah?” Scott bit their lip.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing…” Scott kicked a few more times.
“You need to stop. Now. Before I murder you…” Hayden growled and Scott bit their lip, sighing.
“Sorry…” They got up and went to the door debating on closing it when they saw Derek coming down the hall with Kira on his back.
“Outta the way, nerd!” Kira yelled and Scott moved just in time as they burst in the room. They laughed loudly as they almost crashed into some folks. Next came Allison, Lydia, Mason, and Brett. Bouncing a little, Scott hugged them all and held Allison back a little.
“Have you seen Theo?” Scott asked and Allison hugged them.
“He’ll be here, don’t worry! Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” She asked. Scott jerked a little trying to cover themself.
“I was napping after I checked in and lost track of time,” they lied.
“Ah… That explains the hair…” She ruffled their hair and wandered in. Scott stood by the door chewing on their nails nervously. A few minutes later Malia wandered in by herself.
“Scott, stop lurking by the door!” Stiles called when he realized Scott hadn’t moved to close the door.
“Yeah, but-” Scott started and Kira came over to drag them away from the door just as Jackson found Scott’s stashed clothes.
“What the hell are these?” Jackson asked and everyone stopped and stared at the clothes as Jackson held them up on display. The only person who had been in the room was Scott and everyone knew it. “These are so ridiculous!” Jackson laughed harder.
“Well at least we know he wasn’t doing anything gross…” Hayden said grabbing the clothes. “These are really cute, Scott…” She said handing them their clothes. Scott took them, their mouth dry, unable to look at anyone. They jumped as Theo walked in and put a hand on Scott’s back.
“What’s going on?” Theo asked and bit their lip.
“They know…” Scott whispered and thrust their clothes at Theo. Theo bit his lip and pulled on Scott’s arm.
“I’ll be dealing with you all shortly…” He said as he tugged Scott into the bathroom. “Are you ok?” Theo asked as soon as he closed the door.
“Yeah, just embarrassed…” Scott muttered.
“Do they know everything or just…” Theo held up the clothes. Someone knocked on the door.
“Scott, don’t lock yourself in there all night!” Allison called. “We kicked Jackson out and the rest of us really want to see you in that cute outfit!”
“But no pressure, Scotty!” Stiles added. Theo smiled a little at Scott.
“It sounds like they are ready…” Theo whispered. Scott bit their lip and blushed. “You wanna change?” Scott shrugged a little, and stared at the door.
“Come on, Scott… No one here cares what you wear…” Hayden called.
“Ok…” Scott murmured and dropped their shorts. Theo smiled a little as Scott scrambled back into their clothes. When they stood up Theo smiled widely.
“I dunno if I want to let you out there…” Theo teased. “You look… absolutely… edible…” He drug his teeth over Scott’s neck making them shiver.
“Ew, dude, we can hear you!” Malia complained and everyone giggled.
“Oh shut up, Malia!” Scott called. “Like none of us have never heard you getting it on!” They said as they opened the door. Everyone gasped and Scott blushed a little.
“You look great!” Everyone began saying at once, eager to pull their friend into a hug.
“Why have you been hiding this side of you?” Lydia asked. “You look great and could have been shopping with me for so long!” Scott laughed a little.
“Do you really like it?” They asked and everyone agreed loudly.
“Too bad Scotty’s taken then! Everyone stop staring at my partner and go about your business!” Theo laughed and the others dispersed, grabbing drinks and messing with the TV.
“Soon, I’ll tell them…” Scott whispered under their breath once all eyes were off them.
“Soon,” Theo agreed. “When you’re ready.” Scott kissed Theo’s cheek and dragged him off to get a drink.
hello!! I sent you ask a month or two ago asking about trans Scott and you ended up writing a really lovely drabble about it and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do it again :) the world is severely lacking in content about trans scott :(
Sorry this took so long! Passover weekend was very busy for me. I’m always willing to talk about trans!Scott.
Consider it a slight universe alteration of this scene. Warnings for unintentional misgendering, Derek being Derek, and canon-typical violence.
Scott can feel when the torn flesh on his chest starts to knit back together, the sharp pain from the gouges fading until Scott feels like he can breathe again. He just wishes the same thing would happen to his clothes. His shirt and, more importantly, his sports bra, were ripped and bloodied by Derek’s claws. They’ll be going in the trash, just like his red hoodie from that night in the woods.
He angles himself away from Derek, trying to cover his chest protectively without being too obvious about it. Thanks to puberty blockers and his more recent regimen of T, there isn’t much to see, but it’s more than he wants to show Derek.
“It’s the alpha you have to worry about, not me. Unless you pull something like that again.” Derek jabs a (declawed) finger at the hole in the wall, and Scott glares at him, bloody hand pressed to his chest.
“And don’t worry. I already know you’re a girl. I could smell it,” he adds gruffly, and the hard-won control Scott gained snaps, fury exploding in his head until he sees red. Fangs elongate inside his mouth again, eyes burning yellow.
“I’m not a girl!” he roars, lunging at Derek. The older werewolf catches him by the wrists before Scott’s claws can reach his throat, holding him at a distance. Scott struggles, snarling, and Derek roars back at him. It’s another minute before he calms down enough to pull away, the haze clearing. Derek lets him go.
“I’m not a girl,” Scott repeats, breathing heavily. “I’m a boy.”
Derek just looks at him, expression tight. There’s a pause before he gives a curt nod. “Sorry.” He glances away awkwardly, scanning the dusty moonlit room instead of Scott’s face. “I just thought you wanted to make the lacrosse team. Stupid.”
Scott’s good at picking up when people are just placating him. It’s happened all his life. Derek’s not doing that now. What he’s getting is that Derek’s actually embarrassed, which is gratifying.
“Yeah, it was,” Scott says bluntly. He zips his hoodie up over his torn shirt, even though he’s sweating from the fight. The air is too still in this burned-out house, too warm and stifling even in the middle of January, as if the heat from the fire never really left it.
He thinks it never really left Derek either.
A year and a half later, he’s standing in his kitchen with a peanut butter sandwich, and Derek Hale- who is broader, and bearded, and so much softer than the Derek that Scott first met in the woods, and who is also now smiling- slides a small piece of paper across the counter at him.
It’s a check.
Scott puts down his sandwich.
“That’ll cover any surgeries you need,” Derek says before he can ask. Scott’s mouth feels stuck together, and it isn’t because of the peanut butter. He hesitantly picks up the check, scans the amount.
“I can’t take this,” he says, looking up at Derek with wide eyes. He holds out the check. “Derek, this is-”
“Peter’s,” Derek says firmly. “It’s from his share of my family’s fortune. As far as I’m concerned, he owes it to you. We both do.” He gently pushes Scott’s offered hand towards him. “Take it, Scott.”
Scott feels a smile break across his face. “Okay. I’ll take enough for top surgery.“
A year ago, if you had told Scott that Derek Hale would be gifting him with thousands of dollars just to make him happy, he would’ve laughed it off as a joke. Derek, who almost inadvertently convinced him that he could only end up as miserable and alone as he was after becoming a werewolf. Derek, who first assumed he was a tomboyish girl, helping pay for his transition.
The kitchen is full of golden sunlight, warm and summery, and Scott feels like he could be glowing with it. He puts the check down and throws himself at Derek, catches him in a tight hug. Derek laughs, pats him on the shoulder.
“You’ll still help me, right?” Scott pulls back, beaming. “It’s not just about money. I don’t know how werewolves go through surgery at all.”
“I promised I’d show you some trade secrets,” Derek says. “So let’s go talk to Deaton.”
Would it be too much to ask for a Trans!Scott Parent!Sciles headcanon?
FTM Trans!Scott: There would be a long lengthy discussion about how they would go about it. They have the option of doing it the “Traditional Way” but Stiles doesn’t want to put Scott through that. “You saved of so much money and went through so much hell. I don’t want you to do this for me. We can figure out something else.” And Scott just like “We don’t have the money for a surrogate or in vitro and the odds of us getting approved for adoption are slim and the time it would take is ridiculous. I’ll do it.”
So they go the “Tradition Route” and Scott get’s pregnant. He hates it. He hates being pregnant with every fiber of his being. It reminds him of before and sometimes, late at night, he thinks that it was pointless. He went through all those trials and heartache and pain, just to end up being reminded that he’s not a man. Not really. But Stiles…Stiles makes it bearable. Tells him he the most beautiful man he’sever seen. Tells him thank you for doing this. Holds him when he cries because he hates how he looks.
And he’s so thankful that they’re having twins because he doesn’t think he could do this again. It’s painful and uncomfortable both physically and mentally. And when he tells Stiles as much Stiles is like “I would never put you through this again. I love you so much. Words can not describe how thankful I am and how much I love you.”
And when those to beautiful bundles are placed on his chest he realizes it was worth it. He loves these two beautiful beings with all his heart.
MTF Trans!Scott: Scott’s embarrassed that she can’t give Stiles the one thing a woman should be able to give their husbands/boyfriends. Stiles tells her that it’s okay, there are plenty of woman who can’t carry children and there are plenty of ways around it. And they scrimp and save to be able to do the one they have chosen.
When their surrogate calls and tells them she thinks she’s pregnant, they’re ecstatic. Happiness radiates from their pores and they spend the day calling family and telling them the good news. When they go to the sonogram a few weeks later they get even better news. “It looks like both eggs took. congratulations.” Later, Stiles holds a crying Scott because she may not be a mother in the traditional sense but she’s going to have a child that’s a piece of her. Stiles just smiles and kisses her and says “You’re going to be the best mother our children could ever ask for.”
Then they’re born and they’re bringing them home and Scott feels her heart swell. She may not have carried them herself but she loves them. And as she watches Stiles coo and cuddle, she realizes she couldn’t have asked for more.
this is my first time in your ask. I feel kind of weird um so the pic you reblogged earlier of the nsfw selfie, kind of looks like FTM Scott riding Stiles' face or you know, getting his dick sucked.
You know, now that my mind is going in that direction it does. Maybe like Scott isn’t 100% okay with penetration but he’s completely game to having his dick sucked. Stiles is so greedy for it, practically begs for it and the filthy words that spill out of Scott’s mouth only spurs him on.
