skittles in love(scott/stiles)
fandom: teen wolf
pairing: scott/stiles because I can
summary: I'm dumb and Scott and Stiles are in love, okay?
Oh look it's 2 am, I should go to sleep. I wrote this in like 45 minutes, and I'm tired, but if I don't post it now I never will, so yeah.
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Scott McCall has always been a little bit in love with his best friend, but that’s okay, and it always has been.
When you know someone that well, when they get inside your skin, and sit comfortably there, chatting away about anything and everything, it’s okay to love them.
He likes girls though, and he’s always liked girls. He’s cool with people loving who they love, because it’s never really mattered to him so long as it’s good. So long as it’s kind and awesome and positive-unlike his dad and his mom, which he prefers to think of as a failure of love, not an instance of it.
Love can be poisoned, and Scott is well aware of this fact.
And so he likes girls, but he’s also in love with Stiles, and it’s a little bit like loving Allison, but different, and he doesn’t mind.
Losing Allison is hard though, because he’d been so in love with her, and he just gets that love can be poisoned, love can be destroyed, love is not the end all and be all of the universe.
Love doesn’t happen in a vacuum, and Scott has known this since he was a kid, hiding under his bed with his inhaler, trying desperately to breathe while his mother and father fought and screamed and cried.
He doesn’t like those memories, but they’ve seeped into his very soul, they’re part of him now, he can’t just forget them.
Sometimes he thinks they give him balance-they remind him of what’s important, that kindness is always better than cruelty, that love should be kept as pure as possible, that we do what’s right because it’s right, because it’s better than the alternative.
When Stiles wants to kill Jackson, Scott gets it.
When Stiles’ mom died, he closed his heart a bit tighter.
Stiles thinks that Scott opened his heart back up a little too much, but Scott thinks he misses the point.
Scott loves him despite this, not because of it, even though it makes Stiles a good friend to those he loves, and makes Scott feel a little frantic sometimes over the force of how much Stiles loves him.
Scott falls in love with Allison, and it’s just . . . beautiful.
It’s what love should feel like.
It isn’t easy, and it isn’t too hard, it’s good until it isn’t.
He’d fight for her, he thinks. He would, if it would matter. He does what he can, but in the end she is Allison Argent, and so much greater than his feelings.
He doesn’t hate her for it(for leaving him, or for choosing to be a hunter, or for any of it), because he gets it. It was what she needed to do. And so the problem with them being apart is not that they’re not together, but that they keep changing and twisting along until it feels like they’ll never be together again-and even if they were, that it wouldn’t be right anymore.
Love changes and grows and decays. It saves and destroys.
Scott knows this, and if he could he would still try with Allison given half the chance, even though his heart says one thing and hers says another.
But they won’t, and it’s better this way, and so Scott is spending his time at lacrosse practice, studying when he can, and working with Deaton, and trying to help Isaac out because he knows what it’s like to be afraid, and and somehow Scott is avoiding Stiles without even meaning to.
He misses Allison--she's his friend, above all else, and the first he'd ever loved, but that's okay. It's settling, it's balancing out because that's what happens when relationships end, when you realize you're better apart than together.
He isn't, however, better without Stiles.
It isn't that he needs Stiles, per say, because Scott is a big believer in self-reliance, in never letting the part of you that they enter become a limb that needs to be amputated.
He just, well, prefers having him to not having him.
And it isn't that there's something wrong between them, it's just quieter and different now that life is settling down.
Scott misses his best friend, even though he could still see him, could still hang out with him whenever because there should be nothing stopping him, but somehow there is.
He thinks it's because he and Stiles have always taken each other for granted, and now things have changed, and maybe they're rethinking.
Scott doesn't want to rethink though, he wants--he wants things he doesn't fully know or understand yet.
He knows that he loves Stiles though, in ways that transcend this discomfort, and so while he waits, he knows it can't last forever, because then this space becomes a weakness, a tiny wound that becomes infected, and then someone suddenly loses a limb.
And so he doesn't let it.
He plops down on Stiles' bed one Friday after school, smiling broadly, because any day without lacrosse practice is a good one now.
"I've missed you dude."
"I've been here," Stiles says, and while it doesn't sound angry, it sounds wrong.
Scott frowns. "So have I."
There's a tense moment before Stiles smiles slightly, "Yeah." And plops down next to Scott on his bed, and they're okay.
They're both responsible, they're both at fault, and now they're okay again, as they always are.
They talk about nothing and everything--there's barely been a day they haven't seen each other, but it's always different.
Stiles mentions Lydia, and Scott tells him the obvious, which is that he needs to get over her because she does not want him, and he needs to respect her boundaries, or her mom is going to shoot him with a shotgun.
Stiles just rolls his eyes. "I know. I know. I've always known. I just. It's okay now."
Scott breathes a little better after that, and falls asleep with Stiles' hand over his own, and wakes up with Stiles curled into him, and simply smiles when he opens his eyes to see Stiles drooling slightly, and closes them again.
Love, Scott knows, is best this way.
Scott McCall is a little in love with his best friend, and it's good.
pairing: scott/stiles because I can
summary: I'm dumb and Scott and Stiles are in love, okay?
Oh look it's 2 am, I should go to sleep. I wrote this in like 45 minutes, and I'm tired, but if I don't post it now I never will, so yeah.
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Scott McCall has always been a little bit in love with his best friend, but that’s okay, and it always has been.
When you know someone that well, when they get inside your skin, and sit comfortably there, chatting away about anything and everything, it’s okay to love them.
He likes girls though, and he’s always liked girls. He’s cool with people loving who they love, because it’s never really mattered to him so long as it’s good. So long as it’s kind and awesome and positive-unlike his dad and his mom, which he prefers to think of as a failure of love, not an instance of it.
Love can be poisoned, and Scott is well aware of this fact.
And so he likes girls, but he’s also in love with Stiles, and it’s a little bit like loving Allison, but different, and he doesn’t mind.
Losing Allison is hard though, because he’d been so in love with her, and he just gets that love can be poisoned, love can be destroyed, love is not the end all and be all of the universe.
Love doesn’t happen in a vacuum, and Scott has known this since he was a kid, hiding under his bed with his inhaler, trying desperately to breathe while his mother and father fought and screamed and cried.
He doesn’t like those memories, but they’ve seeped into his very soul, they’re part of him now, he can’t just forget them.
Sometimes he thinks they give him balance-they remind him of what’s important, that kindness is always better than cruelty, that love should be kept as pure as possible, that we do what’s right because it’s right, because it’s better than the alternative.
When Stiles wants to kill Jackson, Scott gets it.
When Stiles’ mom died, he closed his heart a bit tighter.
Stiles thinks that Scott opened his heart back up a little too much, but Scott thinks he misses the point.
Scott loves him despite this, not because of it, even though it makes Stiles a good friend to those he loves, and makes Scott feel a little frantic sometimes over the force of how much Stiles loves him.
Scott falls in love with Allison, and it’s just . . . beautiful.
It’s what love should feel like.
It isn’t easy, and it isn’t too hard, it’s good until it isn’t.
He’d fight for her, he thinks. He would, if it would matter. He does what he can, but in the end she is Allison Argent, and so much greater than his feelings.
He doesn’t hate her for it(for leaving him, or for choosing to be a hunter, or for any of it), because he gets it. It was what she needed to do. And so the problem with them being apart is not that they’re not together, but that they keep changing and twisting along until it feels like they’ll never be together again-and even if they were, that it wouldn’t be right anymore.
Love changes and grows and decays. It saves and destroys.
Scott knows this, and if he could he would still try with Allison given half the chance, even though his heart says one thing and hers says another.
But they won’t, and it’s better this way, and so Scott is spending his time at lacrosse practice, studying when he can, and working with Deaton, and trying to help Isaac out because he knows what it’s like to be afraid, and and somehow Scott is avoiding Stiles without even meaning to.
He misses Allison--she's his friend, above all else, and the first he'd ever loved, but that's okay. It's settling, it's balancing out because that's what happens when relationships end, when you realize you're better apart than together.
He isn't, however, better without Stiles.
It isn't that he needs Stiles, per say, because Scott is a big believer in self-reliance, in never letting the part of you that they enter become a limb that needs to be amputated.
He just, well, prefers having him to not having him.
And it isn't that there's something wrong between them, it's just quieter and different now that life is settling down.
Scott misses his best friend, even though he could still see him, could still hang out with him whenever because there should be nothing stopping him, but somehow there is.
He thinks it's because he and Stiles have always taken each other for granted, and now things have changed, and maybe they're rethinking.
Scott doesn't want to rethink though, he wants--he wants things he doesn't fully know or understand yet.
He knows that he loves Stiles though, in ways that transcend this discomfort, and so while he waits, he knows it can't last forever, because then this space becomes a weakness, a tiny wound that becomes infected, and then someone suddenly loses a limb.
And so he doesn't let it.
He plops down on Stiles' bed one Friday after school, smiling broadly, because any day without lacrosse practice is a good one now.
"I've missed you dude."
"I've been here," Stiles says, and while it doesn't sound angry, it sounds wrong.
Scott frowns. "So have I."
There's a tense moment before Stiles smiles slightly, "Yeah." And plops down next to Scott on his bed, and they're okay.
They're both responsible, they're both at fault, and now they're okay again, as they always are.
They talk about nothing and everything--there's barely been a day they haven't seen each other, but it's always different.
Stiles mentions Lydia, and Scott tells him the obvious, which is that he needs to get over her because she does not want him, and he needs to respect her boundaries, or her mom is going to shoot him with a shotgun.
Stiles just rolls his eyes. "I know. I know. I've always known. I just. It's okay now."
Scott breathes a little better after that, and falls asleep with Stiles' hand over his own, and wakes up with Stiles curled into him, and simply smiles when he opens his eyes to see Stiles drooling slightly, and closes them again.
Love, Scott knows, is best this way.
Scott McCall is a little in love with his best friend, and it's good.