You’re my brother, Scott.

Maybe if he keeps saying it, he’ll start to believe it. After all, he might have realised he was bisexual the first time he saw Danny shirtless in the locker room, but Scott’s as straight as he’s always been. So it’s not like being in love with him was going to do Stiles any good. He kicked at the corner of his bed in frustration, wincing in pain as he spun around and flopped onto his back on the mattress.

That was how Scott found him when he crawled through Stiles’ window an hour later. Stiles’ hands were linked under his head and he was, for once, sleeping peacefully. Scott grinned and, crouching to the side to avoid the inevitable reaction, ran a finger lightly along the edge of Stiles’ bare foot. Stiles flailed, waking up instantly and sitting bolt upright.

Scott fell over laughing.

“Damn it, Scott, what the hell?” Stiles said grouchily.

“Dude, sorry, couldn’t resist,” Scott said through his choked laughter.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “What’s going on, dude? Tell me there’s not some kinda crisis.”

“Nah.” Scott shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, well, I actually was sleeping for once. Without nightmares, I might add,” Stiles said, glaring at Scott.

Scott raised his hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry,” he said. Then he grinned. “I could tell you weren’t having nightmares. Lydia?” he said, his eyes flashing briefly to Stiles’ boxers.

Stiles could practically feel the colour drain from his face. “Uh. Yeah. Lydia.” It had definitely not been strawberry blonde hair twisted through his fingers as skilled lips had drifted over his cock. He scratched the back of his neck. “Look, Scott, I know you’re bored and all but, uh, I really want to get some sleep for once…” he said.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry. I’ll go bug Isaac, he never sleeps.”

Stiles’ brow furrowed. If Isaac never sleeps, and he’s in the same house as Scott, why’d he come all the way… he cut off his thought when he realised Scott was looking at him strangely.

“Good plan,” Stiles said weakly. Scott headed back towards the window. As he prepared to jump out, Stiles spoke before he thought.

“It wasn’t Lydia. It was you.”

He only briefly saw Scott’s eyes widen before he heard him crash to the ground uncharacteristically clumsily.  

Men of the Marvel Cast doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

Happy 34th birthday Angel Coulby! ♥

Happy 34th birthday Angel Coulby! ♥


types of matter

i could never count the colours in your eyes- but, god, what i wouldn’t give to try
Scott McCall to Stiles Stilinski  (via popunkscott)

Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
— "You’re not like other girls." Shut the fuck up. (via cutely-perverted)


By Yair Leibovich


By Yair Leibovich

teen wolf on tumblr (part 1/??): because this trend is my new favorite thing, so here’s (some of) the pack.