im not the man they think i am

all my friends and all my family suddenly don't understand me [indie rp account for teen wolf's scott mccall]

[thepackmccalling]

‘bestiary?’ Scott types out laboriously, trying not to smirk even if Stiles can’t see it. It just feels disrespectful. ‘dont you mean bestiality?’

He was about forty percent sure bestiary wasn’t even a word.

He frowns softly, looking at Stiles’ face and then the computer’s display before slowly typing out, 'i dont think i even know what a poltergeist is but if youre asking if im dangerous i dont think i am. i try not to be.’

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles stares at the word on his laptop, the cursor blinking at the end of the sentence and he just. Stares, for a moment longer before snorting a laugh. “No, no I definitely don’t mean bestiality buddy. It’s a book, keeps track of supernatural creatures and stuff.”

He’s proud of the fact that he manages to keep a fairly straight face despite the question, even if it caught him off guard.

His expression goes a bit more serious, eyebrows pinching in a furrow and Stiles hums, mildly. “It’s like. A spirit that causes a ruckus usually, y'know. Throwing stuff around, making a lot of loud noises. They’re usually pretty mischievous bastards.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles stares at the word on his laptop, the cursor blinking at the end of the sentence and he just. Stares, for a moment longer before snorting a laugh. “No, no I definitely don’t mean bestiality buddy. It’s a book, keeps track of supernatural creatures and stuff.”

He’s proud of the fact that he manages to keep a fairly straight face despite the question, even if it caught him off guard.

His expression goes a bit more serious, eyebrows pinching in a furrow and Stiles hums, mildly. “It’s like. A spirit that causes a ruckus usually, y'know. Throwing stuff around, making a lot of loud noises. They’re usually pretty mischievous bastards.”

[thepackmccalling]

Scott blinks down at the computer, then back up at Stiles, confused but a little unwilling to press the matter even just because of that one small laugh Stiles does offer.

Instead, he continues on with; 'oh well that sounds like it would be helpful. the book not the ruckus spirit. i try not to be a ruckus but i did fold your laundry a couple of times when you forgot to.'

[thepackmccalling]

Scott has never once been ignorant of Stiles’ tension, his anxiety, his worries. He doesn’t miss them now, either, but of course now, Scott has new tools in his toolbox for how to deal with this.

Which is why he swings around the front of the truck and immediately sticks a hand out, offering it to Stiles for holding. “C'mon. I can stay back a little if you want, I don’t want to overwhelm your pups with all the Alpha stuff too early, y'know?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Scott’s brilliant and attentive and Stiles has choice words for anyone that doesn’t realize Scott’s alpha abilities were just a natural extension of his compassion. Though he also knows that they’re uniquely attuned to each other over literally anyone else, save for maybe their parents.

Scott offers his hand out and Stiles pauses; only a moment - before reaching out to take it; because he can do that now. And it has the same calming effect as it always did when they were kids, before they weren’t allowed to hold hands without people looking at them like it was weird. "Maybe just for a sec. They’re good dogs but you’re a stranger…and an Alpha, and I don’t know how they’re gonna react.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Scott’s brilliant and attentive and Stiles has choice words for anyone that doesn’t realize Scott’s alpha abilities were just a natural extension of his compassion. Though he also knows that they’re uniquely attuned to each other over literally anyone else, save for maybe their parents.

Scott offers his hand out and Stiles pauses; only a moment - before reaching out to take it; because he can do that now. And it has the same calming effect as it always did when they were kids, before they weren’t allowed to hold hands without people looking at them like it was weird. “Maybe just for a sec. They’re good dogs but you’re a stranger…and an Alpha, and I don’t know how they’re gonna react.”

[thepackmccalling]

Scott gives Stiles' hand a reassuring squeeze and holds it for just a few moments more, before actually tugging his hand free again. It's not because he wants to be separate from Stiles, of course, but some things require them to not be literally connected at the hip or any other body part.

Maybe not the time to contemplate that too much.

Instead, Scott gestures over his shoulder towards his truck. "How about I get the crate all open and ready to go, and you can bring 'em out at your--their?--speed, one at a time or both together or whatever you need?"

[thepackmccalling]

This man is ridiculous, Scott decides as he watches Stiles justify why Scott ‘lives’ anywhere when he’s been dead for far longer than he was ever alive. That thought makes him a little sad; he hadn’t really thought about his situation like that before, at least not actively. He purses his mouth a little, watching Stiles and then watching the computer and wishing this wasn’t quite so difficult.

At least it’s possible at all.

‘i wonder if ill be able to pet it. interacting with things can be tricky.’

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles is at least a little bit ridiculous, but his mom always impressed on him that everything had a place and a sense of being, even Scott. Who’s dead. He exists here, this is his space too and Stiles will be damned if he’s gonna be rude about it.

He can’t help but find himself wondering if Deaton has anything on ghosts, his mother’s bestiary is thorough and informative but not as thorough on certain things. But the local druid was cryptic at best. Wrinkling his nose, Stiles hums mildly before waving a hand, mostly to himself, as if shooing his thoughts elsewhere.

“Well, you’re getting the computer. So that’s a pretty impressive start. I’ll have to see if I can find anything on ghosts, specters? You’re definitely not a poltergeist-. Anyway. Because my bestiary isn’t as thorough as I’d like yet.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles is at least a little bit ridiculous, but his mom always impressed on him that everything had a place and a sense of being, even Scott. Who’s dead. He exists here, this is his space too and Stiles will be damned if he’s gonna be rude about it.

He can’t help but find himself wondering if Deaton has anything on ghosts, his mother’s bestiary is thorough and informative but not as thorough on certain things. But the local druid was cryptic at best. Wrinkling his nose, Stiles hums mildly before waving a hand, mostly to himself, as if shooing his thoughts elsewhere.

“Well, you’re getting the computer. So that’s a pretty impressive start. I’ll have to see if I can find anything on ghosts, specters? You’re definitely not a poltergeist-. Anyway. Because my bestiary isn’t as thorough as I’d like yet.”

[thepackmccalling]

'bestiary?' Scott types out laboriously, trying not to smirk even if Stiles can't see it. It just feels disrespectful. 'dont you mean bestiality?'

He was about forty percent sure bestiary wasn't even a word.

He frowns softly, looking at Stiles' face and then the computer's display before slowly typing out, 'i dont think i even know what a poltergeist is but if youre asking if im dangerous i dont think i am. i try not to be.'

[thepackmccalling]

”Yeah you are, “ Scott laughs quietly, feeling more free than he has in years just from the events of his afternoon. “Who knows what that even says about me, but once I figure out what it is, don’t worry, I’ll be saying it with my whole chest.”

He’s never once wanted Stiles to feel like Scott is ashamed of him, after all.

This is about the time they pull up to park near the place Stiles was going to stay, and Scott turns to look more fully at his best friend. “You ready to do this?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

"Well obviously it says that you’re a man of incredible taste who has peak choice in significant others and best friends. I’m clearly the best of both worlds.” Stiles can’t pretend that the knowledge that Scott is proud of him makes him feel lighter than air, like he could float into the sky if he wasn’t currently in the truck. “Same goes for me man. Y'know? Never stopped being proud of you. That you’re mine in any form. Ever.”

He needed time to himself, that was true, but he never stopped thinking about Scott, he always called him his best friend, even when he was distant.

Stiles’ chest feels tight as they pull up, and he exhales slowly, nodding when Scott speaks. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready.” He can do this, all of this. Because he’s got Scott.

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Well obviously it says that you’re a man of incredible taste who has peak choice in significant others and best friends. I’m clearly the best of both worlds.” Stiles can’t pretend that the knowledge that Scott is proud of him makes him feel lighter than air, like he could float into the sky if he wasn’t currently in the truck. “Same goes for me man. Y'know? Never stopped being proud of you. That you’re mine in any form. Ever.”

He needed time to himself, that was true, but he never stopped thinking about Scott, he always called him his best friend, even when he was distant.

Stiles’ chest feels tight as they pull up, and he exhales slowly, nodding when Scott speaks. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready.” He can do this, all of this. Because he’s got Scott.

[thepackmccalling]

Scott has never once been ignorant of Stiles' tension, his anxiety, his worries. He doesn't miss them now, either, but of course now, Scott has new tools in his toolbox for how to deal with this.

Which is why he swings around the front of the truck and immediately sticks a hand out, offering it to Stiles for holding. "C'mon. I can stay back a little if you want, I don't want to overwhelm your pups with all the Alpha stuff too early, y'know?"

[thepackmccalling]

“You are an enormous nerd, I just need you to know that.” Scott informs Stiles with a faux sense of seriousness that does nothing to hide his obvious amusement. “Clearly you haven’t grown out of that. Wearing socks to bed sounds like some kind of cardinal sin, I’m sure I can compensate. I’m basically a living space heater, after all.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

"Yeah, an enormous nerd that you love, that you wanna date.” Stiles sing-songed, grinning at him smugly across the cab of the truck. Scott sounds amused despite the faux sense of seriousness that makes Stiles grin a little more. “Yeah, wearing socks to bed does sound pretty criminal.” He agreed, a bemused expression tugging at his lips. “I’m gonna steal all your warmth.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Yeah, an enormous nerd that you love, that you wanna date.” Stiles sing-songed, grinning at him smugly across the cab of the truck. Scott sounds amused despite the faux sense of seriousness that makes Stiles grin a little more. “Yeah, wearing socks to bed does sound pretty criminal.” He agreed, a bemused expression tugging at his lips. “I’m gonna steal all your warmth.”

[thepackmccalling]

"Yeah you are, " Scott laughs quietly, feeling more free than he has in years just from the events of his afternoon. "Who knows what that even says about me, but once I figure out what it is, don't worry, I'll be saying it with my whole chest."

He's never once wanted Stiles to feel like Scott is ashamed of him, after all.

This is about the time they pull up to park near the place Stiles was going to stay, and Scott turns to look more fully at his best friend. "You ready to do this?"

[thepackmccalling]

‘i’m a ghost, stiles.’ Somehow, Scott makes even pure text sound very wry and slightly exhausted with Stiles’ shenanigans. In a good way, but exhausted all the same. “i don’t live anywhere. that’s kind of the defining feature of ghosts.’

Still, he’s touched that Stiles is trying to take his feelings into account. It’s been so long since anyone’s even acknowledged his existence, such as it is, so the whole exchange has him feeling just a little giddy. ‘just if you get a cat put a bell on it. for the sake of the birds.’

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Yeah, a ghost that lives here.” Stiles sighs dramatically at the exhaustion in the way Scott types. Which is impressive considering the fact that he’s, y'know. Typing? But it makes him laugh a little. “You still haunt here then, whatever you want to call it. This is still your home too.”

It’s important to have Scott’s thoughts put into account here, because he lives in this house too, whether he’s dead and doesn’t really technically live here. Stiles hums, thoughtfully before nodding, tapping his fingers lightly against the counter. “Yeah I’ll put a bell on their collar.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Yeah, a ghost that lives here.” Stiles sighs dramatically at the exhaustion in the way Scott types. Which is impressive considering the fact that he’s, y'know. Typing? But it makes him laugh a little. “You still haunt here then, whatever you want to call it. This is still your home too.”

It’s important to have Scott’s thoughts put into account here, because he lives in this house too, whether he’s dead and doesn’t really technically live here. Stiles hums, thoughtfully before nodding, tapping his fingers lightly against the counter. “Yeah I’ll put a bell on their collar.”

[thepackmccalling]

This man is ridiculous, Scott decides as he watches Stiles justify why Scott 'lives' anywhere when he's been dead for far longer than he was ever alive. That thought makes him a little sad; he hadn't really thought about his situation like that before, at least not actively. He purses his mouth a little, watching Stiles and then watching the computer and wishing this wasn't quite so difficult.

At least it's possible at all.

'i wonder if ill be able to pet it. interacting with things can be tricky.'

[thepackmccalling]

‘you aren’t worried that a cat might like you but not like a ghost? what do you tell the people you get the cat from if we have to give it back?’ The ghost seems very concerned about the comfort and well-being of a hypothetical cat they don’t even have, yet.

there’s a brief pause, and then more typing, ‘i wonder why cats can sense ghosts but people can’t?’

[supernaturalresearcher]

“You live here too!” Stiles sounded offended by the mere suggestion he wouldn’t take Scott’s feelings into account about getting a pet to exist in the same space with him. “I’ll just tell them it wasn’t a good fit for my house. Sometimes that happens unfortunately.”

Stiles considers the next question, wrinkling his nose a little bit. “I dunno. Maybe it’s an energy thing? Or the way they see colors?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“You live here too!” Stiles sounded offended by the mere suggestion he wouldn’t take Scott’s feelings into account about getting a pet to exist in the same space with him. “I’ll just tell them it wasn’t a good fit for my house. Sometimes that happens unfortunately.”

Stiles considers the next question, wrinkling his nose a little bit. “I dunno. Maybe it’s an energy thing? Or the way they see colors?”

[thepackmccalling]

'i'm a ghost, stiles.' Somehow, Scott makes even pure text sound very wry and slightly exhausted with Stiles' shenanigans. In a good way, but exhausted all the same. "i don't live anywhere. that's kind of the defining feature of ghosts.'

Still, he's touched that Stiles is trying to take his feelings into account. It's been so long since anyone's even acknowledged his existence, such as it is, so the whole exchange has him feeling just a little giddy. 'just if you get a cat put a bell on it. for the sake of the birds.'

[thepackmccalling]

“I guess it’s good, then, that we’re back in the same place, so I can see you the way you are, and you can see me.” Scott sounds amused more than anything, matching Stiles’ grin with his own. “I think I can probably survive your cold feet these days. I’ve grown as a person, y'know?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

"I see you, Jake Sulley.” Stiles snickers a little at his own joke, but he smiles, easily, lazily at Scott. It’ll be good for them, to be here together again where they could help recenter each other. Fitting themselves into each other’s lives again with ease. “We’ll see, my feet are still pretty cold so you might decide I have to wear socks.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“I see you, Jake Sulley.” Stiles snickers a little at his own joke, but he smiles, easily, lazily at Scott. It’ll be good for them, to be here together again where they could help recenter each other. Fitting themselves into each other’s lives again with ease. “We’ll see, my feet are still pretty cold so you might decide I have to wear socks.”

[thepackmccalling]

"You are an enormous nerd, I just need you to know that." Scott informs Stiles with a faux sense of seriousness that does nothing to hide his obvious amusement. "Clearly you haven't grown out of that. Wearing socks to bed sounds like some kind of cardinal sin, I'm sure I can compensate. I'm basically a living space heater, after all."

[thepackmccalling]

‘i’m a ghost, stiles, i don’t think it counts as me living here.’ Scott says slowly via the laptop, his mouth a little pinched while he’s caught between amusement and sadness, not that Stiles can see that. ‘but i always loved animals so i think your friend lydia is right just because everyone could be happier with a pet.’

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles tsked softly, a disappointed click of his tongue and he huffed, throwing his arms into the air. “Ah don’t. Hh, you live here, you don’t have to be living to exist here and call this your house too.” He grumbled a little, shaking his head. He couldn’t see Scott, but he wanted to make sure that he knew that this was his house too. “Well then we can look at the shelter, most of them have sites. And if not…well I’ll go in and see if I can find one that likes me?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles tsked softly, a disappointed click of his tongue and he huffed, throwing his arms into the air. “Ah don’t. Hh, you live here, you don’t have to be living to exist here and call this your house too.” He grumbled a little, shaking his head. He couldn’t see Scott, but he wanted to make sure that he knew that this was his house too. “Well then we can look at the shelter, most of them have sites. And if not…well I’ll go in and see if I can find one that likes me?”

[thepackmccalling]

'you aren't worried that a cat might like you but not like a ghost? what do you tell the people you get the cat from if we have to give it back?' The ghost seems very concerned about the comfort and well-being of a hypothetical cat they don't even have, yet.

there's a brief pause, and then more typing, 'i wonder why cats can sense ghosts but people can't?'

[thepackmccalling]

The look that Stiles receives from Scott, as Scott settles in to drive them to pick up the dogs, is downright baleful. He even gives a disbelieving snort to underline how ridiculous he thinks what Stiles has just said is. “…dude. Other than maybe your Dad, I think I’m the one person on the planet most qualified to know whether or not I’m “willing” to “put up” with you. Honestly, after all this time I’ve more or less given up on you thinking of yourself in the same way I think of you, but that’s okay. You just have to believe that is how I think of you.“

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles lifts his shoulders in a shrug, sinking into the seat with the same undignified slump as he did as a teenager, only shifting when his leg lists a little too much and it pulls at his hip. wrinkling his nose a little, Stiles straightens up and snorts softly. "Something we’re both still bad at. Seeing ourselves the way we see each other.” He looks over at Scott and flashes a lazy grin. “I feel like I remember being kicked out of bed when we were teenagers because my feet were always cold and wearing socks to bed feels like a crime. Especially when you have a super warm werewolf best friend to leech heat off of.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

Stiles lifts his shoulders in a shrug, sinking into the seat with the same undignified slump as he did as a teenager, only shifting when his leg lists a little too much and it pulls at his hip. wrinkling his nose a little, Stiles straightens up and snorts softly. “Something we’re both still bad at. Seeing ourselves the way we see each other.” He looks over at Scott and flashes a lazy grin. “I feel like I remember being kicked out of bed when we were teenagers because my feet were always cold and wearing socks to bed feels like a crime. Especially when you have a super warm werewolf best friend to leech heat off of.”

[thepackmccalling]

"I guess it's good, then, that we're back in the same place, so I can see you the way you are, and you can see me." Scott sounds amused more than anything, matching Stiles' grin with his own. "I think I can probably survive your cold feet these days. I've grown as a person, y'know?"

[thepackmccalling]

“Can you imagine having two service dogs that don’t get along? That sounds like a nightmare.” Scott laughs quietly, reaching to open Stiles’ door for him before he swings around to climb into the driver’s seat. He’ll even offer his hand to help Stiles get into the truck if his leg demands the help.

It isn’t until they’re both secure in the vehicle that he grins back to Stiles, clearly just pleased that his best friend is back. “We can figure out how to arrange a doggy door or something for them in the future. If you want, I mean.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Ugh, that would be an actual nightmare.” Stiles wrinkled his nose, grimacing in an almost comedic fashion. “I’m just gonna count myself lucky that they get along and not think about the miserable other prospect.” Stiles bites back a playful tease about Scott being a gentleman when he opens the door, but he does appreciate it, swinging up into the truck with more ease than usual. Scott taking the pain away has made a marked improvement in his mobility and god Stiles forgot how nice it was to move with such ease.

Stiles flashes Scott a grin once he’s in and buckled. “If you’re willing to put up with me that long, I’m not going anywhere again. We can get them a doggy door, since you’ve got a backyard and everything.”

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Ugh, that would be an actual nightmare.” Stiles wrinkled his nose, grimacing in an almost comedic fashion. “I’m just gonna count myself lucky that they get along and not think about the miserable other prospect.” Stiles bites back a playful tease about Scott being a gentleman when he opens the door, but he does appreciate it, swinging up into the truck with more ease than usual. Scott taking the pain away has made a marked improvement in his mobility and god Stiles forgot how nice it was to move with such ease.

Stiles flashes Scott a grin once he’s in and buckled. “If you’re willing to put up with me that long, I’m not going anywhere again. We can get them a doggy door, since you’ve got a backyard and everything.”

[thepackmccalling]

The look that Stiles receives from Scott, as Scott settles in to drive them to pick up the dogs, is downright baleful. He even gives a disbelieving snort to underline how ridiculous he thinks what Stiles has just said is. "...dude. Other than maybe your Dad, I think I'm the one person on the planet most qualified to know whether or not I'm "willing" to "put up" with you. Honestly, after all this time I've more or less given up on you thinking of yourself in the same way I think of you, but that's okay. You just have to believe that is how I think of you."

[thepackmccalling]

‘i would love a cat but you should only do it if you actually want one because it’ll have to move with you if you ever move.’ Scott types diligently, trying not to frown too much. It seems like such an unwanted reality check, thinking so soon after learning how to communicate with Stiles about how one day Stiles will be gone, one way or another, but Scott will remain. ‘what about you don’t you need to use this thing too?’

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for figuring out how to make a question mark.

[supernaturalresearcher]

“I’ve been thinking about a cat anyway, Lydia says it’d probably do wonders for my mental health. So I don’t go stir crazy living alone, which. Rude. But also, probably a good idea. But I don’t live alone, because you live here too so-” Stiles did little jazz hands before shrugging. He rest his chin in his palm and shook his head. “Nah, I have my phone, or my tablet. Besides, it gives you something to do while I’m at work.” Stiles didn’t plan on moving any time soon, but life was weird and threw things at you when you least expected it, so who could really know.

[supernaturalresearcher]

“I’ve been thinking about a cat anyway, Lydia says it’d probably do wonders for my mental health. So I don’t go stir crazy living alone, which. Rude. But also, probably a good idea. But I don’t live alone, because you live here too so-” Stiles did little jazz hands before shrugging. He rest his chin in his palm and shook his head. “Nah, I have my phone, or my tablet. Besides, it gives you something to do while I’m at work.” Stiles didn’t plan on moving any time soon, but life was weird and threw things at you when you least expected it, so who could really know.

[thepackmccalling]

'i'm a ghost, stiles, i don't think it counts as me living here.' Scott says slowly via the laptop, his mouth a little pinched while he's caught between amusement and sadness, not that Stiles can see that. 'but i always loved animals so i think your friend lydia is right just because everyone could be happier with a pet.'

[thepackmccalling]

“Stiles, I am not that big of a deal.” Scott demurs, as he almost always does when someone brings up his status as a True Alpha. He rarely ever brings it up on his own, and never seems to expect people to treat him differently because of it. He’s probably never going to be completely at peace with it.

Instead, he just kind of lets the topic go, happy to abandon the ‘fight’ before it even starts. Scott grins to Stiles briefly, “See, I already knew you’d be a great dog Dad, even before I knew you had dogs. Do you think the crate in the bed will hold them both or do we need to get another from the shelter?”

[supernaturalresearcher]

One day Scott will accept how important he is, one day he’ll stop sweeping the incredible character strength - that it took to become a True Alpha as a teenager - under a rug. But until then, Stiles will just have to keep reminding him how impressive he really is. Not that Stiles wasn’t always impressed by Scott; he’s always found his best friend to be incredible, but he also lets it go, following after Scott with the kind of casual ease that he’s so familiar with.

Stiles makes a noise, shaking his head a little bit and looks over at Scott. “I had to learn to work with them, thankfully I had a really good trainer when they recommended I get a therapy dog. But the routine has kind of helped remind me of my medicine cycle and my physical therapy too.” Stiles mused, looking at the crate in the back of the truck. “They’re not gonna be in there long, and they get along well. So it’ll be alright for the trip over to yours.”

[thepackmccalling]

"Can you imagine having two service dogs that don't get along? That sounds like a nightmare." Scott laughs quietly, reaching to open Stiles' door for him before he swings around to climb into the driver's seat. He'll even offer his hand to help Stiles get into the truck if his leg demands the help.

It isn't until they're both secure in the vehicle that he grins back to Stiles, clearly just pleased that his best friend is back. "We can figure out how to arrange a doggy door or something for them in the future. If you want, I mean."

[thepackmccalling]

‘i guess they used to be partners with witches maybe that makes them okay with ghosts.’ Scott’s typing is neither great nor fast, but it is much faster and more articulate than the magnets at least. It feels good, to be able to talk with someone for the first time in literal decades. ‘it is still amazing to me that you can have all books in this one thing.’

[supernaturalresearcher]

“Well. How about I see about fostering one, and then we can see if they do okay with ghosts before I adopt the cat outright? Plus then you can help pick which one you wanna adopt, since it’s not just my cat.” Stiles doesn’t care that Scott’s typing isn’t great or very fast, he’s happy that he isn’t going crazy and he’s able to communicate with the ghost he knew was living in his house. “Oh yeah, plus movies and music and all kinds of stuff. I’ll show you how to access those too.”

[thepackmccalling]

'i would love a cat but you should only do it if you actually want one because it'll have to move with you if you ever move.' Scott types diligently, trying not to frown too much. It seems like such an unwanted reality check, thinking so soon after learning how to communicate with Stiles about how one day Stiles will be gone, one way or another, but Scott will remain. 'what about you don't you need to use this thing too?'

He's honestly kind of proud of himself for figuring out how to make a question mark.

[supernaturalresearcher]

thepackmccalling​:

‘do u think cats like gHoSTs?’ Scott spells out with the fridge poetry as Stiles retrieves his laptop. Scott doesn’t seem to have picked up on the idea that he’s meant to use the computer to communicate somehow. Instead, he watches intensely before returning to the fridge to ask, ‘what IS that box?’

“I don’t know, honestly you’re kind of the first ghost I’ve ever met. But I can’t see why not? They usually are pretty sensitive to the paranormal.” Stiles mused thoughtfully before the fridge magnets have been rearranged again, giving him pause. “It’s a laptop, uh. I use it to look up stuff, it takes up a lot less space than books.” Stiles shifts, tapping out a sentence on the computer. The cursor blinks next to the sentence ‘Hi (: I’m Stiles’ and he leans next to it against the counter. “You can use this to talk, you just push the button that matches the letter you want and it’ll type it out.”

[thepackmccalling]

'i guess they used to be partners with witches maybe that makes them okay with ghosts.' Scott's typing is neither great nor fast, but it is much faster and more articulate than the magnets at least. It feels good, to be able to talk with someone for the first time in literal decades. 'it is still amazing to me that you can have all books in this one thing.'

[supernaturalresearcher]

thepackmccalling​:

“As long as I let you?” Scott half-laughs, almost stunned to hear those words from Stiles yet again. “Stiles, this is your town, too. I’m not going to throw you out of the place you grew up. I don’t even have the authority to throw you out, but I don’t want to. You were here for everything before. I’ve had you next to me for most of my life. I’m just glad you’re gonna be here for the rest of it, too.”

He doesn’t really make any move to try and drop Stiles’ hand, but he does start tugging them towards the door so that they can get on with acquiring the much-talked-of dogs.

Stiles makes a face, making a non-committal noise before he’s waving a hand out. “You’re kind of a big deal Scotty boy, if anyone has the authority to toss me out it’d be you. You’re stuck with me though, as long as you want me. Not that I’d really go far, even if you decided you didn’t want me around anymore.” He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, following the tug to his hand, following Scott out of the restaurant. Now that he’s back, he doesn’t really have any intention of leaving Scott behind.

“Claudia and Dogmeat are in the back yard. I figured they should have a bit of time outside, since they were contained for so long on the trip back. Aside from quick bathroom breaks. And I don’t have a doggy door so they can’t just come in and out, so I didn’t want to leave them inside.”

[thepackmccalling]

"Stiles, I am not that big of a deal." Scott demurs, as he almost always does when someone brings up his status as a True Alpha. He rarely ever brings it up on his own, and never seems to expect people to treat him differently because of it. He's probably never going to be completely at peace with it.

Instead, he just kind of lets the topic go, happy to abandon the 'fight' before it even starts. Scott grins to Stiles briefly, "See, I already knew you'd be a great dog Dad, even before I knew you had dogs. Do you think the crate in the bed will hold them both or do we need to get another from the shelter?"

[thepackmccalling]

supernaturalresearcher​:

“I don’t know, honestly you’re kind of the first ghost I’ve ever met. But I can’t see why not? They usually are pretty sensitive to the paranormal.” Stiles mused thoughtfully before the fridge magnets have been rearranged again, giving him pause. “It’s a laptop, uh. I use it to look up stuff, it takes up a lot less space than books.” Stiles shifts, tapping out a sentence on the computer. The cursor blinks next to the sentence ‘Hi (: I’m Stiles’ and he leans next to it against the counter. “You can use this to talk, you just push the button that matches the letter you want and it’ll type it out.”

This whole ‘laptop’ device is downright fascinating. Scott’s spent most of his haunting days trying to avoid freaking out the residents in his house, so he hasn’t examined their personal items too terribly closely. He’s happy to take up the invitation, though, leaning in close to squint at the screen.

He tries to focus his energy and attention enough to press the buttons. It’s slower than Stiles went, but a lot faster than the magnets at least. ‘this is pretty useful!’