Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-05-06 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~noah stilinski, ~scott mccall, ~stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles, Scott and Noah
Where: Their Apt
When: Right after the party at Derek’s.
What: Stiles and Scott get caught coming home drunk. Oops.
Status: Complete
The party was fun even though Stiles had been a tad bit worried about the adults being there. He figured it might end up dull because of them, but they didn’t really stop anyone from doing anything. It was even more fun messing with Derek’s stuff with Scott. That’s what Sour Wolf gets for threatening to throw him out of a window countless times on the network. He was still snickering to himself of all the things that he and Scott did because in his drunken mind it was just way, way too funny. That wasn’t even the best part. Nope. At some point, he couldn’t even remember how it even started, he and Scott had started to make out. It was good. So good in fact even after they left the party and went home, he still wanted more of it. He opened the apartment door as quiet as possible and pushed Scott in before walking in and shutting and locking it as quietly as possible. They didn’t really need to get caught now, did they? He reached out and grabbed Scott before he could move away. “C’mere…” He pulled Scott close and kissed him. * Scott couldn’t wait to hear Derek’s reaction to the things he and Stiles had done. There was nothing damaging, just annoying. Practical jokes. But they were designed to make Derek growl. A lot. Which would be hilarious. Could it be seen as ungrateful for letting them use his place? Maybe, but then he shouldn’t have made threats to Stiles. There weren’t many times that Scott had gotten drunk or even tipsy. The wolfsbane mixed in with the drinks was what did it. It lowered his fast healing so the alcohol could affect him. Then somehow or another, he ended up making out with Stiles in a corner. When had that happened? How had that happened? He wasn’t really complaining. He was just surprised and couldn’t think around the wolfsbane/alcohol buzz to figure it out. Oh well. When in Rome… Back home they were, of course, being drunk quiet...which meant not at all. Scott didn’t notice since Stiles was pulling him in and look! More kissing! Cool! As with most other aspects of his life, in this Scott was an subtle alpha too. He took an upper hand but more in a guiding way that didn’t take anything away from Stiles’ control either. Look, it was complicated. * It was late enough that the birds were starting to rise. Noah had been sitting, quietly fuming, in the dark, waiting for his hapless wards to get their asses back from where ever the hell they were! He was worried that, with the other Beacon Hills kids around, they’d already managed to find some phantom or ghoul that needed its ass handing to it. Noah liked Scott, he really did, though he wasn’t sure how he felt about being his guardian in this world. The alpha of the Beacon Hills pack sure did know how to find trouble, though, which meant Stiles got thrown into a world that was both dangerous and supernatural all at once. Perhaps if he had his own set of super-powers he wouldn’t worry so much but unless you counted the ability to always have the last word or annoy the fuck out of your father, Stiles’ super-powers were definitely lacking. So he waited. Eventually he heard the door open and the gentle tones of two people trying desperately not to make any noise. And failing. Miserably. Noah got to his feet and headed out into the hall. “What the hell kinda time do you call this?” he managed to blurt out before he caught sight of the two boys. It took him a moment. Then it took Noah another moment – blinking, to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. “Please tell me a monster just happened to dive in and steal your bodies tonight?” he asked, a note of pleading in his voice. * They should move. They should ditch the small living room and go to one of their bedrooms, but Stiles kind of forgot to move so that they could make their way towards a bedroom. He was too busy concentrating on kissing Scott and letting his right hand roam a little. If he had been paying attention to more than Scott, he would have heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. He would have noticed the light flickering on. But he didn’t. When his dad spoke. That got his attention. He pulled away from Scott, as much as he didn’t want to, and just stared at his dad. It took far too long to process what had even been said and when it did finally register, he just glanced at Scott and then started busting up laughing. For some reason, what his dad said was the funniest thing in the world right now. “Maybe?” * This was getting pretty heavy what with Stiles’ hand wandering off on its own. Scott’s brain was shutting off entirely, allowing his Id to take the reins. Small growls were beginning to meld into the breaths he took whenever he came up for air. So even his heightened senses missed the sound of approaching footsteps, or the scent of Stiles’ dad. It wasn’t until Sheriff Stilinski spoke that Scott bought a clue. He pulled away sharply from Stiles, but since he was against a wall only managed to crack his head against it. “...ow…” He rubbed at the back of his head then saw the look on the Sheriff’s face. Oh man they just raised his blood pressure sky high. All Scott could do was stare wide eyed. “....uh..” * Folding his arm as his foot tapped the ground, Noah managed to keep his face impassive as he watched the boys fumble. This wasn’t his son, this was just another day at the office, with another pair of horny teens to send home to their parents! Only, in this situation, he was the parent and also the home. “Please, don’t let me disturb you…” his voice was gruff enough to sand the rust off of metal. “That means STOP!” Noah finally bellowed as Stiles started to laugh. “What is wrong with you two? You’re drunk,” please god let them be drunk! Maybe they wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, which would be a blessed relief. He watched as Scott’s head hit the wall and he pointed, “that is karma, right there, boy!” Noah found himself bellowing. “Maybe the wall knocked some sense into you,” though he doubted it. “So, which one of you is going to explain to me WHAT IN THE HELL is going on here?!” He pinched his nose, trying to calm his nerves before he gave himself an aneurism. * Scott knocking his head against the wall just made Stiles laugh more. He did reach over and pat the top of Scott’s head, though. “Poor pup.” His attention went right back to his dad, though. “We’re not drunk,” Stiles tried to play off. But anyone with a brain could see they were totally drunk. Explain? He didn’t want to explain much of anything right now. He’d rather grab Scott and go make out some more. “Umm…” He glanced at Scott and then looked back at his dad. “Nothing to explain. We went out and now we’re back.” That seemed like a very reasonable answer right there. “That is all,” he finished with a goofy, drunken smile. * Stiles’ dad got a meek kind of look then Stiles himself got a grimace as Scott batted at Stiles’ hand. He missed by a mile, of course, because he was drunk. No way he was going to admit that to the Sheriff, however so hs answer was, “Uh, I can’t get drunk, sir.” He smirked as best he could. “We were on our way to bed. That’s all that’s going on here.” Heh! * “He is not a poor pup, he’s a bad dog!” Noah said instinctively, feeling as though he was having a slightly out of body experience as he reflected on the sentence. What the hell kinda world was he living in when that actually made sense? He glared at Stiles, wondering if he was just acting the smartass cause his friend was with him. Course not. He was always a mouthy SOB! Usually he wasn’t locking lips with anyone, though. “You’re drunk,” Noah said, shifting his weight to give them both the benefit of his glare, “and tomorrow there will be a urine testing. Just because you’re on a weird new planet does not mean you get to party and get stoned until all hours of the day and night!” They were kids, he knew that. This was their job – testing the parents until they snapped. Well, job well done, boys! SNAP. “Alright, so if there’s nothing to explain, where the hell have you been all night?” his quizzical expression shifting from boy to boy, “and, for the record, there will be no bed. There will be beds! PLURAL.” He might be old but he wasn’t stupid. “You,” he pointed to Stiles, “in your room and Scott in yours! I’ll be in between, with my gun!” * Stiles nodded his head in agreement with Scott that they were just going to go to bed. “Uh huh. Going to bed.” Didn’t mean sleeping was on his mind, though, which just made him look over at Scott and grin. “Hear that...you’re a bad dog. You should be punished.” He was giggling and he turned his attention back until his dad. “Maybe.” He wasn’t going to say yes. Not that he had to. The way his dad was reacting to them made it pretty clear that he knew that they were drunk. “We’re not stoned.” There were no drugs at the party. That wasn’t their thing. So, they drank a bit? It didn’t kill anyone. “You’re freaking out too much dad…” Stiles looked at Scott again and then replied. “Derek’s.” It was the truth. “Yeah, that’s what we said. Bed.” Bed with Scott. His mind was wondering for a moment before caught on to the whole gun thing. “Why are you being sooooooo weird?” * “Not stoned at all,” Scott agreed. Smoking wolfsbane would do some serious damage. He’d be back on his inhaler again. No thanks! He remembered the last time when the inhaler had been laced with wolfsbane and it had been panic inducing and oh crap. Stiles and his dad were still talking, huh. “Right!” he nodded. “Bad dog. Someone get the rolled up newspaper.” Scott grinned. That would be hilarious. He chuckled at Stiles, but then the Sheriff was talking again and Scott turned his attention back in that direction. “A gun?” That was a bit extreme. “Seriously?” Scott was an alpha. A True Alpha. The Sheriff better be packing silver. He almost growled about that, but then he heard his mom’s voice in his head saying something about how parents don’t take well to their children growing up without their say so. Oh. Through the blur of his drunkenness he looked at Stiles’ dad, gave him a barely perceptible nod to let him know he understood. Then the moment was gone. Scott could only hold out so long. “It’s not like we’re going to jump on the beds, you know.” * “You’re not so great yourself, Stiles!” Noah was thinking about punishment too – oh yes – grounded for life. Except, in this mood that might be just what they wanted. Jobs, yeah, they needed jobs. Wear them out and make them far too tired to party! Right now that sounded like an excellent idea and after he’d settled the kiddies in for the night (in their separate rooms) he’d see what he could do about that. “Don’t tempt me, Scott!” There’d be enough rolled up paper for both of them if Noah decided to go down that route. And breathe. “I honestly wouldn’t believe you if you told me the sky were blue right now Stiles,” he said with all due sadness that it entailed. “You’re not…” treating your best friend like a friend? “…acting yourself, so, tomorrow you’ll be peeing into a cup.” COP! Remember, Noah, you have a badge and you’re not afraid to use it, even on your damn kid. “I AM NOT FREAKING OUT!” Noah said, totally freaking out. “Yes, a gun!” It might not kill him but it’d fucking hurt and right now that was all he really cared about right now. “There will be no bed hopping of any kind, you understand me boys?!” Jeez, how in the hell had he managed owning two teenagers with raging hormones? One was bad enough! “And, so that we’re clear, I am NOT ACTING WEIRD!” he was so acting weird, though by comparison he was as normal as a dewy spring morning! * Stiles definitely perked up and had wide eyes when Scott mentioned jumping on the bed. “I want to do that now.” He really did. For some reason it sounded like the best idea ever. Jump on the bed and then jump on Scott. Oh yes. Both sounded pretty awesome. “The sky isn’t blue right now,” he said in his normal smart-ass way. “I am not doing that…” He wasn’t some messed up teenager that needed to be monitored. So what, he got drunk? It was only one night. It wasn’t like it was something he did very often either. “Yeaaaaaaah, you are.” Stiles might be drunk, but he can still tell when his dad was losing it and freaking out. And he was totally freaking out right now. “Not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” They used to do it all the time when they spent the night at each other’s houses. Of course they were like five years old back then too. “Okay, dad, if you say so.” He didn’t believe that one bit. “Can we go now?” * “Wouldn’t peeing in a cup be redundant since we already admitted that we’re drunk?” Scott looked at Stiles, not his dad when he asked that question. Even as under the influence as he was he understood that what the Sheriff wanted to do was ridiculous...but maybe pointing that out wasn’t a very brilliant idea right now. Neither was pointing out that they’d shared a bed before! Scott turned a stunned look to Stiles. “Dude!” He literally facepalmed as he sighed then stumbled forward. “Sleep sounds pretty good actually.” * If Noah could have looked more shocked his son’s sudden desire to bounce on beds would have done it, as it was he was at maximum eye-bulge. “There will be no jumping,” on beds or otherwise. What was it with his damn kid? He couldn’t just take a tongue-lashing and take his punishment like every other teenager in the universe? Had Noah been this bad when he was Stiles’ age and if so how had he survived adolescence? “Scott, you’re drunk, don’t even attempt to use logic at this point, it won’t work.” More to the point he wanted to know if alcohol was all they’d indulged in to get them into this…state. If he didn’t know better he’d think they’d been taking ecstasy by the truck-load. If Derek was behind this he was going to have a lot to answer for, that was for damned sure. Noah did a brief double-take to his son. Even Scott had the sense to realise how dumb his argument had been and he was drunk off his ass! “I second that ‘dude’ and raise you a ‘get your ass to your damn room, kid!’” he pointed down the hall to Stiles’ room, “just you… Scott, the other way, if you please.” Yep, he’d not get any sleep tonight, Noah was clear on that much, “and don’t forget I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.” If all else failed he’d handcuff them to their respective beds and deal with this whole sorry mess in the morning. “Yes, go. Please go!” * Stiles looked at Scott with a confused look on his face. “What?” He didn’t know what he said wrong. He just spoke the truth. They had shared a bed before. It wasn’t new news or anything. “Fine. Take our fun away.” He took a step back and leaned against the wall while also being in Scott’s personal bubble. Standing up on his own seemed like too much work now. The wall can hold him up while his dad lost his mind. “Yeah, Scott. Logic and you don’t mix,” he teased before laughing at his own little joke. Again with the whating about the bed sharing? Stiles just shrugged his shoulders and waved off the subject in his mind. “Finnneeeeee,” he practically whined. But first. He grabbed Scott and got one more kiss. He really didn’t care. And then he started to walk towards his own bedroom, dragging his feet. “You’re not gonna shoot anyone…” he muttered. “Goooooing, already, geez.” * Scott’s fuzzy brain told him that even sober logic and him didn’t mix well. At least that was what Stiles told him all the time. He thought so, at least. Logic. Bad plans. Same thing, right? And he was getting lost in thought and losing the conversation again. “Huh?” And then he was kissed. It left a dippy smile on his face before he followed orders and turned to head for his room. “Yeah uh...g’night. Sir.” That seemed funny. Scott chuckled then let out with an oof as he kind of bounced off the corner of a wall to get to the hallway. * “Damn right I’ll take your fun away,” Noah grumbled more to himself that to the boys. What the hell had happened to the two smart, intelligent young men that he (mostly) trusted to look out for Beacon Hills? Hormones. Definitely blaming hormones. Hormones and booze. Also, maybe Derek for putting them into this position! “Stiles, please put Scott down and go to sleep!” he was more weary than angry now, in the face of their drunken shenanigans. He’d pick this battle in the morning, when they were feeling as shitty as possible and would agree to anything just to make Noah go away. In the meantime there would be buckets beside their beds tonight, cause he wasn’t cleaning up when they started to puke. “I might make a damn exception for you tonight, Stiles,” he said with a scowl at his wayward teen. Finally the party started to break up, Noah had to witness the goodnight kissing, but after all he’d seen already it was practically tame. “For god’s sake brush your teeth, boys,” otherwise breakfast was going to be a trial by halitosis. “G’night Scott, try not to knock yourself out on the wall on the way, huh?” Teenagers. Who’d fucking have them! No one, if they had a damn clue what it would involve, that was Noah’s opinion! One day they were gooing and cooing and being cute and the next they were walking glands with attitude and alcohol! After the guys had gone their separate ways he delivered glasses of water to each room and a bucket, because as pissed as he was he didn’t want them suffering more than they had too. Also it would be nice if he didn’t have to replace the carpets. To each he gave the same gruff warning, “don’t even think of moving or I will cuff you to your damn bed,” he told them, “and I’m on the couch so I’ll know!” |