Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-15 07:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
Where: Scott’s Apt
When: Wed 13th Feb
What: Plottiness
Status: Complete
Scott rolled over as the light filtered through his bedroom window and told him it was time to start the day. He kissed Stiles’ shoulder as he moved gently away, so as not to wake his boyfriend. He didn’t have to get up for a few more minutes and there was no point waking him just yet. Scott figured he could jump in the shower, brush his teeth and be back just in time to wake him up right, so long as he hit the bathroom now. A few minutes later he was clean and had a towel wrapped around his waist. Scott settled himself on the bed next to Stiles and gave him a soft kiss awake. “It’s like you’re Snow White,” he commented as his eyelids fluttered open. “All it takes is a simple kiss and you fall into my arms. Also, good morning,” Scott said with a soft laugh. * Stiles was dead to the world. He never knew that Scott had gotten up. He didn’t feel the kiss on the shoulder and he didn’t hear Scott in the shower either. If he could sleep all day, he would. But he had class, so sleeping all day wasn’t an option. He was kind of waking up when Scott was done with his shower. He figured it was still too early and he was trying not to wake up, but feeling Scott kiss him made him wake up. “If I’m Snow White then where the hell are all my woodland creatures? I need somebody to clean for me.” He smiled before pulling Scott close for another kiss. “And good morning to you. Now where’s my food?” * “Who knew you could wake up as sassy as you went to sleep?” Scott asked with a grin as he kissed him some more. “Hey, you have a wolf, what more do you need as far as woodland creatures goes?” he let his eyes flash momentarily, just because he could and because he knew Stiles liked it a little too much. “I made dinner, doesn’t that mean you should make breakfast?” he said with a roll of his eyes. “There I was trying to be romantic and all you can think about is your belly,” Scott said pulling the covers back and blowing a fart on said belly. “Fine. Let me put some pants on and I’ll find us some food,” he said as he pulled away and headed to his closet. “So what are your plans today, other than to get me slaving away in the kitchen?” Scott asked as he started to get dressed. * “Weeeeellll, you should know this about me,” Stiles told him, grinning up at him. “Yeah, but this wolf talks back. The other creatures never talked back to Snow White. They were happy to do stuff for her. And hello…you like teasing me too much.” He shook his head at Scott’s question. “No, it does not. It means I’m too lazy and you can make breakfast too.” He would help. Maybe. If Scott asked. “Oh, is that what you were trying to do? Maybe you should try again.” Or not. He pushed Scott away. “Who said you should put pants on…” He tried to grab the towel but missed. “Or you could just drop the towel and come back over here.” What was today? Wednesday. Did he have anything planned? Other than classes, he didn’t think he had anything planned to do. “I have no plans. Unless going to class and then going home is a plan. Then, hey, there’s my plan for today. You?” * “Consider that a lesson learned,” he replied giving Stiles a gentle chuck under the chin. “Ah, I see,” Scott nodded sagely, “you prefer your wolves all silent and brooding. Got it.” He pulled a broody-face and pouted a little. “Better?” he asked with a chuckle. “Damn, I spoiled it already by speaking.” He gave an innocent smile, “teasing you say? Nope, no clue what you’re talking about,” Scott answered, knowing full well the effect that seemed to have on Stiles. “I really should have shopped around for a less lazy boyfriend,” Scott teased, knowing Stiles wouldn’t buy his shtick for a second. There was only one guy for him right now and Scott was with him, all the way. “It was an attempt at romance, but you’re way to cynical for it to have worked,” he said hanging his head feigning misery. “Nope, you don’t get to have naked cooking - that kinda thing ends in burn-dick and neither of us want that, especially me!” Scott told him. Though he would flash him momentarily while he pulled on his underwear, cause if Stiles wasn’t going to get out of bed to make food he might be tempted out by penis. “Nope, you’ve ordered me to the kitchen now. No take-backs allowed,” he said with his nose in the air. “Long day here,” Scott answered. “I have a test this morning and I’m so gonna fail it because I was working on my boyfriend last night instead of my homework. After that it’s work,” he told Stiles, “so how about we reconvene back here tonight and relax a little?” he said hopefully. * Stiles sighed loudly. “Well, maybe not brooding.” He could do without the brooding. “Please stop. You look like you’re trying to do something weird and it’s not working.” He snorted. “Yeah, right. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Teasing with your glow sticks eyes.” He waved him off. “Psh, too late now! You’re stuck with me. You should have read the fine print when you took me in.” He rolled his eyes and flipped Scott off all while smiling. “I am not cynical…” He muttered. “Hey! At least you’ll heal quickly if you did do that.” Not that the thought of getting burned there was a pleasant one. “And there you go being a fucking tease again. I’m not looking at you anymore.” He grabbed his pillow and put it over his face. There, problem solved. “Fine!” He moved the pillow, looking at Scott. “Your boyfriend appreciated it last night. You’ll do fine anyway. I bet you know it all.” He finally sat up. “I think that sounds good to me. Oreo does too, wherever she is.” * “But brooding is sooooo sexy!” Scott said pouting even more and adopting a supermodel stance that Naomi Campbell would be proud of. “You don’t love the sexy wolfman?” he asked with feigned dejection, though he followed it up with a smile a few seconds later. “No idea what you’re talking about, Stiles,” he said with another flash of the glow sticks. “Huh. I have 90s eyes…” Scott said thoughtfully. “...you could totally use me in a rave.” Scott chuckled softly, “stuck with you, huh? Damn. If only I’d realised you came with so many terms and conditions!” He wiggled his eyebrows, “and I’ll check you over properly for them later, just in case I missed anything.” Nope, the healing rule was not applicable in those circumstances. Not even in jest! “Can we please not wish Little-Scottie ill like that? He may get sad and refuse to come out to play later,” Scott warned with a small shudder. He laughed as Stiles covered his eyes and took the opportunity to pull on his underwear. “You love me teasing you, which is lucky cause I do it so much,” Scott said happily. “Your boyfriend appreciated it too,” he answered taking a flying leap onto the bed beside Stiles and pulling him close for one, last morning smooch. Yep, that was the kind of motivation that he needed to set him off on his way to the kitchen. “Then it’s a date,” Scott said as he moved away. “I’ll let her out. She’s probably laying on the couch with her feet in the air again,” he said as he headed for the kitchen. He was halfway across the room before he was tugged off his feet and onto his ass, looking back towards Stiles as if to ask ‘what the fuck’. * Stiles started to laugh. Scott looked ridiculous right now. “Hmm, I don’t know.” And there Scott went with the eye flashing. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, you do. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” And just for that, he grabbed Scott’s pillow and threw it at him. “I could. Do raves even happen anymore?” He nodded slowly while smiling evilly. “Uh huh. Stuck. And who’s problem is that not? Not mine. You’re the one who didn’t bother to read anything,” he teased. “Oh really? Now you want look for terms and conditions? I mean, if you want to. I won’t stop you.” He tried to keep looking at Scott with a straight face, but he starts talking like that, it just sets him up with laughter. “I somehow doubt it’ll be very hard to get him to come out and play later.” Shaking his head he said, “Nope. I don’t love it. Not one bit.” Not wanting a stray elbow or another body part to hit him, he moved a little to get out of the way. Once it was safe he was moving back to his original spot before he was getting pulled in for another kiss. “Great!” He didn’t want Scott to get up, but he also knew that Scott needed to get a move on or he’ll somehow end up late to class. “More than likely.” While Scott started to walk out, he was debating if he should get up now or be lazy for a few more minutes. He was leaning towards lazy when Scott all of a sudden lost his footing and landed right smack on his ass. “Did you forget how to walk?” * “Yeah, okay, maybe I have a clue,” Scott answered with a laugh as he caught the pillow and tossed it back on the bed. “Weirdly it’s you that gets a hungry look when I do the eye-thing and not me. It’s deeply cute,” he grinned. As for raves, “too young to know. Besides, all that beep-beep-beep music would probably turn me crazed, so let’s not try and find one, huh?” Scott laughed, “clearly I’m the impulsive one of the two of us after all,” he answered. “I mean, what idiot takes on a whole Stiles without reading the fine print?” He gave a nod, “I think I really should know what I’ve gotten myself into and seeing as I’ve examined you so closely already, it’s gotta be hidden somewhere really fun,” Scott said with a wiggle of his eye brows. He looked down at Little Scott and gave a shrug, “he does like to play…” he answered with a smirk, “but not when he’s a frazzled chipolata.” Stiles could tell him all day long that he didn’t like the teasing but with the way they both carried on he was not even slightly convinced. He wasn’t even sure how he managed to end up on his ass. Scott hadn’t gel as though he’d slipped or tripped, but here he was all the same. Floored. “Something weird happened,” he told Stiles as he hauled himself back up again and attempted to go along his way once more. With the exact same result. This time, being aware of it, Scott felt the tug of something pulling him back towards Stiles. “I think maybe Orange County is happening again,” he said as he looked back at his boyfriend. “Either I’m locked in the bedroom or I’m locked on to you,” Scott said trying to sound calm, feeling anything but. * “I bet you would if I did the glow-y eye thing.” Stiles stared at him for a moment before saying, “Well, I know who I’m NOT taking to a rave.” He pointed at Scott and grinned. “That idiot. Right there. Well, of course it’s somewhere fun. You’ll just have to find it later on unless you wanna look for it now.” He snickered. “Alright, alright no cooking naked.” Giving Scott a ‘duh’ look he said, “You think so?” Scott hitting the floor for no apparent reason was a big red flag that something weird was going on. “Oh, yay, more craziness.” He sighed and then got up. “Let’s find out.” He walked over and then pushed Scott out of the bedroom. “Looks like you’re not locked in the bedroom. I guess we’re stuck with option B, which doesn’t sound good. How in the hell are we going to go to our classes if we’re stuck to each other?” * “I’d probably say a good boyfriend wouldn’t subject this wolf to a rave,” Scott answered, knowing full well that he’d hate every minute. “I mean, it’s not as though I can even take drugs to numb the pain,” he added with a smirk. Nope, no raves, just gigs. “And for you to have glowy eyes you’d have to be turned and I doubt either of us wants that, so let’s not tempt fate, Stiles,” Scott frowned. He looked about himself and behind too, pretending to look for the idiot Stiles was pointing at. Scott stood still and hung his head, “it’s true, I’m an idiot. On the bright side, I did get me a Stiles to play with,” he replied happily. Yeah, he’d keep him, no matter the terms. “Classes, remember? Stop tempting me, you evil siren!” Cause there really was only so much temptation he could take before he’d snap. Scott watched as Stiles joined him and thought he was heading out the door himself. Instead he was getting a shove. “A little warning next time,” he said with a shake of his head. It had proved one thing, though, they could definitely leave the room. Just not each other. “Oh great, the OC had to happen today!” Scott said with a pained expression. “You gotta come with me. I’ll call in sick for you - pretend to be your Dad or something,” he suggested. “I can’t miss this test,” cause it went towards his final grade and missing it would be baaaaad. * “Fiiinnneeee, no rave. How about a club?” he asked wondering if Scott would do that. “I know. But it’s not like we know what else might happen in these dreams.” If Scott could get turned, then there was a good chance it could happen to him as well. “You’re the luckiest idiot of all.” He smiled sweetly at Scott. “But I like tempting you. It’s so much fun.” He blew Scott a kiss and then winked at him. “What fun is a warning. This was better,” he told Scott as he too walked out of the bedroom. “What’s with the face?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “Hey, what if I had tests today, too, huh? Ever think of that? Not that I do… I’m going to school with you, aren’t I? Please tell me it’s a written test and not like something to do with animals type test.” * “I’m totally into going to clubs, so long as you don’t act like a wallflower and dance with me,” Scott said with a hint of a challenge. “Dancing on your own is no fun at all.” He could also shove Stiles in the direction of a decent rock night, rather than a terrible rave-night. “Don’t joke about the dreams,” he said looking straight at Stiles with concern. “We don’t want to tempt fate and you don’t want this wolf-thing,” cause he was pretty much perfect just the way he was. That at least put a smile on Scott’s face, “you’re a pretty lucky idiot yourself,” he shot back and pretended to catch the kiss and toss it right back at Stiles. “Tempt me tonight?” he suggested with a grin. “Tempt me a lot.” Scott gave a roll of his eyes and shrugged, “shouldn’t expect warnings from you, huh? Ever.” Still his face was clearly giving off ‘oh shit’ messages that he was trying not to influence Stiles with. “You sure you’re okay with coming with me?” Scott asked looking up with bright eyes. “It’s mostly a written test?” was that going to persuade him to go or to run like all hell? “Why did this have to happen today?” Scott asked to the gods of The OC. “Which do you want first, shower or food?” he said looking at his watch, “cause I don’t think we can do both at once.” * “Why would I act like a wallflower when it was my idea to go?” That was dumb. “I’ll dance with you all night long.” Who was joking? He wasn’t joking. “I really don’t. But I don’t think these dreams care what we want or don’t want.” Both Scott and Derek turning and Lydia getting attacked…yeah, these dreams really didn’t care. “Oh, I will. You bet your ass on that.” He shook his head. “Nope! No warnings. Ever.” He didn’t want to go to Scott’s school with him, but it looked like they didn’t have much of a choice. “Mostly written? What am I going to witness?” he asked. “Food. Food first and then I’ll shower.” * “Sounds to me like we just planned a club-date,” Scott said with a bright smile as he pulled Stiles against him and started to boogie just a little. “I know you have the moves but going all night long? Sure you have the stamina for that?” Yeah, Stiles wasn’t the only one would could tempt and tease. He was right about one thing, the dreams didn’t care what they wanted. “Let’s hope you just stay plain old human-Stiles,” he said with a smile. Not that there was anything plain about his boyfriend. Alright, first the food - Scott should have predicted that answer. He headed over to the back door and let Oreo out for her morning pee, which seemed to be a great relief for her (and probably his couch too). He started to pull out sausages, bacon and eggs along with bread for toasting or sandwiching, depending which Stiles decided he wanted. “You don’t have to witness much of anything,” Scott answered, “cause I can always put you somewhere you can’t see or give you a book or something. “The test is on rodent biology,” which should tell Stiles everything he needed to know about what was coming later. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he said with a gesture towards the food. “What’s your poison?” * “It sounds like it to me too. Let’s go once we’re free from this weird bungee cord thing.” He leaned in and gave Scott a quick kiss. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Hey, Stiles would be glad to not change into something non-human. If the dreams could leave him alone with that, he’d be happy. At least the apartment was small, but he still wanted to see how far they could get before the invisible cord pulled at them. He waited until Scott had nothing in his hands before he started to walk to the other end of the apartment. “How are you going to put me somewhere where I can’t see it? Isn’t the whole class doing it?” He was going to bring his iPod and his own homework. Hopefully he can ignore everybody that way. “Yeah, you will definitely make it up to me.” He stopped walking and then looked over at Scott. “Bacon, eggs and toast seem pretty good.” * “Alright then, it’s a post-bungie date,” Scott agreed returning the kiss before giving Stiles a small look of horror. “Unless the bungie’s permanent… that would be bad,” and now he couldn’t help thinking of all the ways the cord could fuck up their lives. “At least we’re stuck with each other,” he said trying to find the bright side. “Could you imagine the awkwardness of one of us being stuck with your Dad?” There would literally be no sexy time - ever. As Stiles tested as only Stiles could, pinging Scott around the kitchen as he tried to get them breakfast. “Maybe you need to have a blindfold?” he suggested with a grin. “Seriously, there’s a blackboard in the room. You stick to one side, I’ll stick to the other and you’ll be fine. So long as you don’t go getting curious,” which was a definite possibility. Maybe he should lock him in the supply cupboard instead? That was probably worse, given there were all kinds of specimens in there. “Bacon and eggs it is,” Scott said as he started to cook the things, tossing a sausage in the pan for Oreo too. Can’t forget the fur-kid, right? “Here,” he said finally as he shoved it all together onto plates, “eat fast, we’re going to have to get gone soon,” Scott told him. “You will be deeply spoilt, I promise,” he said blowing kisses over the breakfast bar. * “Don’t you dare say that!” Stiles said a little too loudly, pointing at Scott. “It’ll go away just like every other crazy thing that happens in this city.” He did not want to imagine what would happen if they were all permanently stuck like this. “Ick. I wonder if he got stuck with anyone. I wonder if Cisco got stuck with anyone.” It seemed like they had some distance from one another, but it was still going to make things difficult. Hopefully whatever is going on, it didn’t last long. “Or maybe I’ll just nap,” he added in. Napping seemed good. It meant he wouldn’t see anything and he couldn’t get curious either. “You’re going to make her fat,” he said as he sat down. “I better be spoiled later. First I can’t go to class and now I gotta eat fast.” * Scott slapped his hand across his mouth realising he’d just done exactly what he’d warned Stiles off doing with regard to the dreams. “Sorry. I didn’t say a thing,” he said from under his hand, his eyes wide and mildly panicked. “It’s going away, very soon,” Scott nodded as he looked at Stiles, starting to calm down just a little. He couldn’t help but laugh at the face Stiles pulled when he thought about getting stuck with his Dad. Ick didn’t even begin to cover it! “I guess we’ll find out after school, huh?” cause they were bound to head back to Stiles’ house after school. “Or you could nap,” Scott agreed with a smile. “Either way, you’ll cope with it,” he said with surety in Stiles’ ability to ignore stuff he didn’t want to see. “I’m not making her fat, I’m helping her grow,” Scott told him with a grin. “She appreciates it too, don’t you Orie?” Oh yes, give her a sausage and she’d be your best friend for life. Kinda like Stiles, when you thought about it. “You will be spoiled beyond belief,” Scott agreed, “because you’re going to be my lucky charm and I’m going to ace this test. Also, you always eat fast,” he pointed out and really hadn’t needed to tell him to gobble up. “So what would you like me to do to make this up to you?” * “That’s right. You said nothing and this will go away soon. Good boy.” He smacked Scott on the back. “I guess so. Unless I get bored in your class and text my dad or Cisco or both.” He was seriously trying to find five hundred different things that could occupy him while Scott did this school crap. “Napping might win,” he said. “Yeeaaah, you’re making her fat. She’s turning into a double stuffed oreo,” he joked. “Damn right I will be spoiled and lucky, even though I think you’ll be fine on your test without me being there.” Okay, so Scott kind of had a point. He ate fast. “Why do I have to tell you? You should be thinking about all the ways you can spoil me.” He smirked and then started to eat his food. “I’m sure you can come up with some good stuff.” * Scott nodded his agreement and gave a small yelp at the smack. “Should I pant and wag my tail now?” he asked Stiles with a small grin that hoped he’d been forgiven for his indiscretion. He wondered if the whole ‘no phones in class’ rule would apply to his boyfriend, seeing as he wasn’t actually there to work, but thought better of mentioning it. “The whole thing is frickin’ weird,” Scott managed with a small sigh as he gave a small tug at the cord that held them together. “And now I’m thinking of all the many people I’d like to see your Dad stuck with,” he said with a smirk towards Stiles. “Everyone loves a double stuffed Oreo,” Scott answered with a grin, “when she starts getting triple-stuffed, tell me and I’ll cut her sausage rationing.” His eyebrows rose as Stiles proclaimed he’d be fine on his test and he hoped to hell he was right. “I’m not like you, I don’t have a photographic memory for everything I read,” he reminded him, “but I appreciate your faith in me. And having you as my lucky charm won’t hurt one bit,” he added smiling. Scott was going to need all the luck today. Especially as he hadn’t studied as much as he should. “I can think of a hundred ways to spoil you,” he said giving Stiles a smirk of challenge, “but seeing as you hate surprises so much, I thought I’d cut you in on the planning this time.” See, he was just being a considerate boyfriend. “So how about tonight we do V-day early. Curl up, watch a movie, order take-out and generally slob out together and then take Orie for a walk to get rid of all the built up calories before I help you work off a few more later?” Scott asked with a grin, “or am I not being nearly creative enough?” * “If you want to, you could.” Stiles nodded in agreement. Yeah, this whole thing was weird. But they’ve seen all of the other weird stuff that happened in this city. This wasn’t the strangest. It was just very inconvenient. “Oh yeah? Who would you like to see my dad stuck with?” Stiles snickered. “Yeah, the kind you eat. Not the puppy kind.” If Oreo got too fat, he was definitely going to keep Scott and his treats away. “No, but when you work hard enough, you do fine.” He really never understood why Scott did that to himself. He might not remember things easily like Stiles, but Stiles knew he always did fine whenever he put in the work. “See, it’s all good.” He was shoving more food into his mouth and looking at Scott, waiting to hear the hundred different ways he was going to spoil him. “Sounds like a good start to me,” he said after swallowing the food he had in his mouth. * Scott gave a little pant and stuck out his tongue and then told Stiles, “you can see my tail after school. If I got it out now you’d never leave the apartment and I gotta do this test,” he teased. He thought for a minute and a bright smirk cracked his face, “he should get stuck with that loopy chick that your lookalike works with,” he told Stiles. “I would pay money to see how fast your Dad breaks his gun out of the safe to get out of that!” He couldn’t imagine Noah being happy stuck with anyone other than Stiles or maybe Cisco but that chick… that would be funny. “But Orie’s already super-cute, aren’t you baby?” Scott gave her a big cuddle and fluffed up her fur as he scratched her ruff. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be her feeder,” he told Stiles with a smile. “Vet, remember?” Though the thought that stuck in his mind was ‘maybe, if he did as well on this test as he’d hoped to’. “I’m glad you have faith in me,” he said leaning across the breakfast bar and giving Stiles a soft kiss, ”it makes all the difference. Now if I can convert all that work into something positive, I’ll be good.” Scott smiled, “where could I go wrong with movies, food and sex where you’re concerned?” he asked with a shake of his head. “You can’t say I don’t know my audience, right?” He popped the last piece of toast into his mouth and chomped, “alright, let’s get this show on the road. I’m not getting in the shower with you, cause we’d be there all day,” he told Stiles with a grin. * “Why couldn’t it be Saturday?” he asked with a huge sigh. “Jaz? Knowing our luck they would probably become best friends or something as strange.” Stiles half smiled at Scott before taking another bite of his food. “Good to know,” he said around said food. “Somebody has to. It might as well be me. Duh, of course it’ll be all good. You got this, dude.” He shrugged. “I’m too easy for you.” He should make this harder on Scott, but it all sounded good to him. “Right.” He ate another bite. “Hold on.” He stuffed the last bite into his mouth before pushing the plate away. “No fun. Fine. Come on then.” He waited for Scott before heading to the bathroom so he could take a quick shower. |