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.
#this always makes me so sad #it’s like once bucky fell all the color was drained away in steve’s world #once rich reds and warm yellows become dark blues and harsh whites #steve’s world becomes less vibrant and filled with drab colors and a bombed out bar where he sits in utter grief #peggy is the only thing illuminated in this new much harsher world (via buckybarnesss)
teen wolf on tumblr (part 1/??): because this trend is my new favorite thing, so here’s (some of) the pack.