@truepcws:
scott hates how he sounds now. and the alpha ducks his head. there was, in truth, no good reason why he didn't say something. he couldn't think of one, not one that would stick or even make the most remote amount of sense. "clearly, i should have, but i am now. and that's the important thing, isn't it? i have been in love with you, stiles stilinski, since we were kids on the beach. you're more than just my best friend. you're my other half. my better half."
“Oh my God.” How is he supposed to process this? How is he supposed to think? Stiles is pretty sure that he’s asleep, because there’s no way he could be really here, hearing these words from Scott freaking McCall. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
Maybe he’s broken. Maybe he won’t ever be able to say anything else ever again. Stiles reaches up with one hand just to clutch at Scott’s shirt, trying to make sure Scott knows that Stiles doesn’t want him to go. Everything jumbles up and tumbles around his brain and finally he manages to shove the words out of his mouth, too clumsy for how much he means them, “I love you too.”










