Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-20 22:03:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
Where: The Stilinski residence
When: After Stiles' dreams (1/18)
What: Scott and Stiles talk dreams and other stuff.
Status: Complete
Warnings: Language, possible talk of blood and mush
Scott had seen Lydia’s injuries with his own eyes and couldn’t bear the thought that Stiles had actually been there, in that moment, when she received them. However much they distrusted the dreams there was no denying there was something really strange happening to them. In his dreams he’d become a werewolf and here he was, wolf-powers and all. That Stiles told him it wasn’t the weird lurking dude, Derek, who’d turned him but some uncle of his called Peter that had done the biting really didn’t change that he was here. And also that Peter had abducted Stiles. As Scott got onto his bike his brain and stomach were doing flip-flops. What if Peter was going to harm Stiles? What if, by the time he got to his house, some other dream had pounced on him and was sucking the life from his boyfriend? It was unthinkably terrible and it was only due to luck that Scott managed to arrive in one piece. His concentration was all over the place and he could hardly think in a straight line, let alone drive in one. He pulled up to the house, dropped the kickstand and bolted to the door without bothering to take off his helmet. Scott’s hands were shaking so much he couldn’t get his key in the door and he was left knocking, hoping that his imagination was playing tricks on him and Stiles was fine. “Stiles? Are you there?” Scott yelled as he tried his key again, “Stiles! Answer me,” or he was going to skip the formalities and removed the door as an obstacle and use his new-found strength to get him where he wanted to be. * Stiles had been in his bedroom when the knocking started. He hadn’t been in a hurry to get up at first, but when the knocking became pounding and the shouting started to echo through the silent house, it made Stiles jump up and quickly made his way to the door. “Hold on, hold on.” He opened the door and moved out of the way so that Scott could just come in. Once he was in, he shut the door and looked at Scott. “What’s wrong?” Something was obviously wrong. It was written all over Scott’s face. * When the door opened there was a moment when Scott just stared at Stiles through his visor, catching his breath and trying to get his scattered thoughts in order. He was okay. Stiles was fine and all the fears he’d had since he’d heard about the dreams began to slip away until all he could do was catch him and hug him tightly. Okay, the helmet didn’t help at that point so Scott pulled it off and hugged Stiles again. “I was so worried about you,” he managed finally. “After what happened to Lydia and me, I was scared the dude that abducted you had hurt you.” So maybe he’d wound himself up a little? Okay, a lot. “Thank god you’re okay,” he whispered as he let him go and started to sag a little in relief. * Stiles had been perfectly fine, which was why he was so confused right now. Did he accidently scare the hell out of Scott? Is that why his boyfriend was acting like this? Or did something else happen between their last message to one another and now? He wouldn’t know until Scott said something. Instead, he was pulled into a hug and he hugged back. “Well, okay.” Even after they pulled away from that hug, he ended up getting pulled into another one. “I’m fine,” Stiles reassured Scott as he pulled away from hug number two. “If I hadn’t been, I would have said something.” But he was totally fine. Not a scratch on him. “I’m perfectly fine, Scott. But if you wanna check me over, you can,” he told him with a slight smirk. * He could tell Stiles was confused and baffled by his reaction but hell, Scott might have shot straight over here but pretty much anything might have happened in the interim. “I was worried you’d sleep again before I got here,” he admitted softly. “If that psycho werewolf would randomly bite me I have no clue what he might do to you.” It was possible Scott might lose it totally if something really bad happened to Stiles. “I know but I couldn’t get to my phone on the bike,” Scott answered as he looked him up and down, carefully decompressing and letting the protective urges the wolf-side in him brought out recede. “We can’t control these dreams and that scares the shit outta me,” he told Stiles softly. When he offered him the opportunity to check him over he even managed a smile. “You are a fucking sex-maniac,” Scott told him with a roll of his eyes, “and I love you.” * “Scott, that wasn’t the last dream I had. I’ve had another after that one. That psycho werewolf that bit you is dead. Derek killed him.” Hopefully telling that to Scott would calm him down a bit. “I would have said something before hand.” But he was fine and Scott didn’t need to worry. Then again he didn’t know how worried Scott had gotten by just telling him that little bit of one of the dreams he had. Next time he’ll make sure to say he was fine and that nothing bad happened to him. He didn’t want Scott freaking out again. He placed his hands on Scott’s shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “I get it, but I really am okay.” This time around. “Haven’t heard you complain about it yet,” he said, smiling even bigger now. “I know.” He leaned in and gave Scott a quick kiss. “You good now?” * He let out a huff of both outrage and stupidity at his own actions. “When you said you’d been abducted I freaked,” Scott told Stiles with a shake of his head. “Kinda lost it and when you told me to get over here…” he overreacted massively. He should have known Stiles would tell him if there were anything to really fear here. “I’m glad he’s dead,” and maybe that meant he owed Derek an apology, even if the guy had no clue who he was. “I’m guessing I’m still a werewolf, right?” He doubted the whole ‘kill the thing that infected you and you’re good’ thing applied here. Worth asking, though. Looking into Stiles’ eyes he just nodded, a little exhausted from the rush of adrenaline. “I can’t lose you,” he said resting his head against Stiles’. The friendship they’d had before had been put starkly into perspective by the fear he’d felt. Yeah, this was different and Scott wasn’t about to let his boyfriend get harmed anytime soon. “The only complaints I have right now are dream-related,” he said with a sigh. Scott returned Stiles’ kiss and nodded, “kissing it better always works, my Mom taught me that,” he answered with a smile of his own. “I’m good. Now tell me about all these dreams,” he said giving his cheek a gentle stroke. * Stiles hadn’t put two and two together until Scott said what he had just said. And now he can see why Scott freaked and rushed right on over. So, it was kind of his fault. Oops. “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just wanted you to come over so I could tell you the other stuff. And, well, because I wanted you here.” It was mostly the second part. But he knew in the future to be a little more clearer so Scott would freak out again. “Yeah, you’re still a werewolf. We thought maybe if you killed the werewolf you would get to be human again. But Derek jumped in and did it.” When that hadn’t been the plan at all. That guy was a still a creeper in Stiles’ eyes. Maybe even a bit of a dick. “You’re not going to lose me. If you hadn’t noticed, you’re kind of stuck with me.” He rested a hand on the back of Scott’s neck. “Have you even had anymore dreams? Other than the one?” Why did it seem like it was only himself and Lydia getting bombarded with them? “Well, hey, your mom was right.” He gave another kiss to Scott. “Yeah, alright, but first we stop standing in the middle of the living room.” He grabbed Scott’s hand and dragged him to his bedroom. Once they were in there, he plopped down on his bed, moving is laptop to his nightstand and then waited for Scott to settle in before he started to share other bits of his dreams. * He saw the recognition in Stiles’ eyes as he realised what had caused his reaction and didn’t blame him one iota. How could he know that Scott would have reacted this way? He wouldn’t have known himself until his nets had come through! “You do know I’d have come over just as fast if you’d simply asked me to, right?” Scott just wanted to get rid of that worried look he’d given him, though it was mostly true. He might have paid a little more attention to the stop-signs, though. Of course he was still a werewolf. “Didn’t think it’d be that easy,” he said with a sigh, “though it might have worked.” He was glad he hadn’t actually killed anyone, werewolf or not. “So Derek’s one of the good guys?” he asked with a frown. “Good. Do I need to use glue just to make sure I’m properly stuck?” Scott asked with a smirk as he nestled into Stiles’ grip. “No more dreams so far,” he said softly, “though I’m expecting a barrage any minute,” and every time he went to sleep he wondered just what his dreams would bring. “Mom’s always right,” Scott answered happy to receive all the kisses right now, but Stiles had other plans. He followed his lead to the bedroom and curled up alongside Stiles and rested his head on his chest as he heard tales of Beacon Hills. None of it came as a shock to Scott, though maybe it was that he had the soothing beat of Stiles’ heart to listen to as the information poured out of his mouth. There was so much. As ever with Stiles, the story jumped from theme to theme following his stream of consciousness, but Scott was adept at keeping up and simply went along for the ride. Of all the things he hated it was the whole Allison angle that bugged him the most. Werewolves he could take but having Stiles see him with someone else just felt grubby. “I keep thinking that the dreams are something else,” he said finally as Stiles finished his tale. “It’s more than just a dream,” Scott said looking up at him. “What happened in my dreams changed me fundamentally and I’m scared we’re going to change too,” and the sooner he made his fears heard the quicker they’d go away. * Stiles thought about it for a moment before saying, “Yeah, I know. But you wouldn’t have been freaking out and looking pretty damn worried when you arrived.” Lesson learned for today. “Nothing ever seems that easy in the dream world. Um, yeah, I don’t know. Honestly, I feel like he used us all.” He laughed. “Um, no, I don’t think glue of any kind is necessary here. I wouldn’t want us to get sick of each other if we were stuck together like that.” Stiles didn’t hold anything back. He had shared everything that he had gotten from these dreams. There was no point in keeping anything from Scott because he knew sooner or later he would have these dreams as well. “Like what?” He already heard someone else’s opinion on what they could be. He wanted to hear Scott’s. “I don’t think we’re going to change because of these stupid dreams. I feel the same. You and Lydia seem the same to me. Okay, that’s a tiny lie…you seem a little more confident ever since you became a werewolf.” * “I always worry too much,” Scott said with a smile, “it’s part of my charm.” Or part of his new werewolf charm, at least. The people closest to him had taken on a new aura since he’d turned and he knew he’d do anything to keep them safe. That alone worried him. He frowned at Stiles’ opinion of Derek, though. “Needs us how?” he asked, wondering what Stiles had seen in the guy that he was yet to. “You couldn’t get sick of me if you tried - I won’t allow it,” Scott told him with his head held high and then grinned, unable to pull off the act. “We can leave out the glue, so long as we’re emote-stuck,” he answered as a final decision. Scott mulled over the question in his head, “I don’t know exactly. Maybe the dreams are some kind of becoming,” he didn’t even know what he thought about them yet. “That we’ll somehow be those people by the end of it all,” he looked up at Stiles. “I like being me. Kinda like the whole werewolf gig too, but that seems to just enhance me not change me,” so far at least. “I’m scared about what’ll be next,” he said with a sigh. * He patted the top of Scott’s head. “I know you do. We need to work on that.” He knew there was no way to change that about Scott. He still felt the need to say it, though. “I think he used us all to get to the Alpha. That’s what it seems like to me. And dream me doesn’t seem to like him still, so, yeah.” It wasn’t like Scott was wrong. Stiles couldn’t get sick of Scott even if he tried. “Oh, you won’t allow it, huh? And how would you not allow it?” he asked, wondering what Scott would say to that. “Emote-stuck?” Stiles hoped Scott was wrong about that. He liked the person that he was now. Even if he felt lost half of the time. But still, he didn’t want to become something else because of some stupid dreams. “I hope not. I don’t want to change. I don’t want any of us to change just because of these freaky ass dreams. I – yep, I have nothing anymore when it comes to this stuff.” * He couldn’t help himself but to stick out his tongue and pant a little, his hands lifting to become paws. If Stiles was gonna pull the ‘good dog’ thing then Scott would play along. “I clearly need training,” he said with an smirk, “I’d probably still pee on the rug if I didn’t have you to distract me.” The whole issue of the Alpha bothered Scott more than he liked to admit and his playfulness vanished for a moment. “Maybe Dream-You has good sense?” he suggested with a small shrug. “No idea, but it’d probably end up with me kidnapping you and taking you on endless secret dates,” Scott told him with a grin. “I’d save and get you an apartment in Star Wars land at Disney or something equally devoted and you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he told Stiles. “Hey, emote-stuck seemed like a good term until you went and questioned it,” Scott said with a laugh. He knew there’d be an emoji out there in the world of conjoined twins or somesuchshit and if he had to find it to prove it, he’d do it. Scott rested his head against Stiles and held him tight, “we have this. You and me,” and it was worth fighting for, with everything he had in him. “You helped me tame the werewolf and get a grip on the new powers and if anything happens to you, I’ll be there too. We can do this,” so long as they stuck together. * Stiles stared at Scott as he turned into a giant puppy. “Great, I have two puppies to train now.” He snorted. “I guess I better always distract you.” He kept on patting the top of Scott’s head. “Pfft, we didn’t need my crazy dreams to know that. I always have a good sense about things.” The date thing didn’t do much for him, but he grinned and laughed when Scott mentioned saving for an apartment in Star Wars land at Disneyland. “You know I’m dragging you with me when that shit opens.” He wasn’t asking. There would be no asking. They were going. Oh yes. “I think you need to make up another word because that was…bad.” He put his arm around Scott the best that he could and squeezed back. “Yeah, I know we can do this. I wasn’t worried about it. Were you?” If he started to overthink things, then yeah, he would be thinking the opposite of what he just said. * “Yes you do,” Scott answered with a laugh, “cause you’re such a good puppy-owner!” He grinned and kept up the panting as Stiles kept with the patting, cause once they’d started a thing it was hard not to keep it going. “You’re really good at distracting me,” Scott agreed wholeheartedly. While Stiles might mostly have good sense, he did have an annoying habit of getting himself into sticky situations, which the look Scott was now giving him might suggest. He knew the Star Wars apartment would get him! Stiles had his weak points and Scott knew them all - at least, he thought he did and if he didn’t he’d learn them in time. “I didn’t think I’d escape that fate for a single second,” he answered with a laugh, “even if you do have a fellow addict to go nutty with already,” Cisco would be coming too, he knew that also. “How about we’re coupled?” Scott asked smiling, knowing just how bad the emote-thing had been and knowing there was no way Stiles would let him life it down. “Coupled has to be better, right?” Okay the question had been asked and Scott owed Stiles his trust and honesty above all else. “Yeah, I’m a little worried,” but that shouldn’t come as a shock. “What if these dreams come and ride roughshod over our emotions?” So Stiles wasn’t mooning around over Lydia, but what if he actually started to feel for her? Or him for Allison, who wasn’t even here! “I’m just scared what it would mean for us all, you know?” and that was the best Scott could come up with to explain how he felt. Scared. “You’re the best thing to happen to me for, like, years and I don’t want it to change.” * Oh, well, if Scott wanted to keep this up. Stiles started to scratched behind Scott’s ear and started talking in the same baby-talk voice he spoke to Oreo in. “Who is a good boy?” Grinning, he said, “You’re easy to distract. Hey, if I shine a laser pointer at the floor, will you chase it?” he jokingly asked. “Oh good. Well, of course Cisco will be coming along. But I just needed to let you know that you have no way out of it either.” It could be just be the three of them going in the summer. “Umm, that sounds kind of weird too.” Stiles could understand why Scott would be worried. Especially when he was telling him about Allison and how close they’ve gotten in his own dreams. But he really hadn’t been worried about it because dream him was drooling over Lydia, but he didn’t feel that way about her in reality. “I get it. I do. But I don’t think you should worry about it too much. You don’t see me drooling over Lydia, do you?” Nope, not one bit. He still viewed her the same way he always had. “As long as we tell each other what’s been going on in our heads and not keep anything back, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” * Alright, this was getting ridiculous in a hurry and though he pretended like his back leg was scratching as Stiles got him behind the ears, he drew the line at laser pointers. “I’m a very good boy and no,” he quite the dog-act and pulled Stiles into a kiss, “I will not chase the lights. Now if you were to toss a ball my way I might be interested,” Scott said with a wolfish smirk. He hadn’t thought for a second they’d leave Cisco out and thank god! It just meant they could nerd out and he could be clueless and just look like he was quiet, while enjoying everything else Disney had to offer. Which was a lot. “That’s a deal, I’m in for a trip to Disney, so long as I can get you princess-ears,” he said brushing Stiles’ cheek. “They’d totally suit you,” Scott chuckled. Alright, coupled wasn’t great either. “How about I leave ‘the great naming ceremony’ to you, darling?” he suggested. C’mon, make it a good one!” Stiles would learn soon enough it was harder than it seemed. At least Stiles understood his fears, even if he thought they were deeply unfounded. Scott hoped he was right, cause this was too good to ruin over some girl he’d never met before. “You’d have to get behind Loki in the queue to drool over Lyd,” Scott answered with a smile, “and no, you guys are the same as you ever were.” So he should shut up and take that to heart instead of worrying all the damn time. “Deal. Honesty every step of the way,” Scott said with a nod as he straightened up so he could look into Stiles’ eyes. “You deserve the truth, every step,” he said as he gently kissed him. “Beside, you keep reminding me how much I love you and I doubt they’ll be a problem,” Scott said almost as a challenge. * Stiles was having fun, but he definitely stopped with the scratching when Scott kissed him. “Oh, well, if you want to play with balls…” He glanced downward with a huge grin on his face. Now Stiles was wondering if he could finally get Scott to watch the movies before the summer came. He needed to plot. It was going to happen. Oh yes. And he’d make sure that Scott didn’t fall asleep like the last time! “I am not wearing princess ears,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “We are Sciles and that is good enough.” He gave Scott a quick kiss on the nose, smirking afterwards. Oh, now Scott ruined it. Stiles bad a gagging sound. “I’m not getting behind the creeper for anything.” He gagged again. “See! Nothing to worry about then.” Good, he was glad that Scott agreed. Maybe now his boyfriend could move on from the worry and think about something else. “So, we share every detail of our dreams. No holding back then. No matter how freaked out it might make us.” He kissed back when he was kissed. He’d rather get more of that then all of this worry that seemed to consume Scott. “As long as we don’t make it a problem.” With a grin, he pushed Scott on his back and then climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. “Are we done worrying now?” * “I’m actually shocked you didn’t mention them first,” Scott answered with a laugh as he saw the expression on Stiles’ face. Yep, he was slightly predictable and all his. Which was perfect, he thought as he kissed him again, “try me?” he suggested with a grin. Scott knew Stiles far too well to let that look go uncommented on. “You’re plotting. Do I even want to know?” he asked with a roll of his eyes. It would be Star Wars related, he figured that much. Which probably meant he didn’t want to know! “You’d look adorable in princess ears, though,” Scott said with a slightly bratty whine just to be a dork about it. “We’re Sciles, huh? That nickname stuck after all?” Well it was a whole lot better than emote-stuck, that was for damned sure! “Fine, that’s it, I give in. We’re Sciles,” Scott answered as he kissed him back happily. “Hey,” he chucked Stiles under the chin and grinned, “there will be no puking here! And I shouldn’t have mention that name in your bed,” Scott said with a shake of his head. He really should have known better. “No holding back on anything,” he agreed entirely. He didn’t see Stiles letting him talk much more, given the direction this was headed. “And anytime I get messed up you’ll put me back on track,” Scott answered kissing him a whole lot more. “I think we’re definitely done worrying,” he said with a grin and tugged his t-shirt so that he could kiss him again. “Now we get to the distracting?” Scott asked hopefully. “I do like it when you distract me.” |