[ closed for bros ] it's pie love between two guys

[mccallmemaybe]

Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
What: bros sharing pie
When: Day 290
Where: Odin, Room 101
Rating: probably PG-13 for language

[ Stiles had committed one of the most shameful offences as a best friend.

He'd been given pie and hadn't mentioned or shared it with Scott. Scott had to find out from someone else. Oh the audacity of it all. Scott didn't think he could ever forgive Stiles for that...

Until Stiles invited him over for pie, which meant Stiles was totally forgiven. He also had a present for Stiles since he seemed a little down in the dumps lately.

They had a secret knock they'd come up with years ago so Scott performed it against the door. ]

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[teenyoda]

Gerard was a dick about it, but, you know, Gerard. But hey, you got the drop on him, right? Mountain Ash, buddy.

[He chewed his next bite slowly, looking down at the rest of the pie on his plate.]

I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of jealous about it. I wish I could tell my dad.

[mccallmemaybe]

I'm so glad that worked...

[ Scott pushed down on the nose of the wolf hat so it covered Stiles' eyes. ] Maybe you should tell him.

[teenyoda]

[He stopped chewing, wondering if Scott could feel the look he was giving him through the fabric of the hat.]

I want to. I mean, he needs to know. He keeps getting too close to werewolfy stuff and he doesn't have a clue.

[But Derek and Chris Argent had both given him 'solemn talks' about him running to the sheriff with information of anything amiss. It pissed him off.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ He could feel the look. He's pretty sure if he pulled down the hat to cover Stiles' entire face, he'd know which expression Stiles would be making at him. ]

And it sucks lying to him. [ Scott understood that part well. ] It can't hurt to have a sheriff in the know... [ Or maybe it could. Which is why he left it up to Stiles decide. ]

[teenyoda]

He needs to know. [The idea of his dad getting mauled by a werewolf scared the crap out of him. What if he got bit by an Alpha? What if his dad because a werewolf? What if his dad had to be part of Derek's pack? Oh my god, no. No. No. NO. He and Scott could make their own non-Derek pack.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott pulled the wolf hat back up again so he could see Stiles' eyes and look into them with his own comforting ones. ] Stop thinking bad thoughts.

[teenyoda]

Bad thoughts? I'm not thinking bad thoughts.

[This was an example of shitty lying, right here. Ding, ding.]

[mccallmemaybe]

Then tell me what you're thinking about. [ Knowing how Stiles' mind works, Scott's totally going to regret asking this. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles looked over at Scott, trying to not see the blatant attempt to puppy eye the information out of hi-- oh, hell. He sighed, ducking his head and breaking off another piece of pie.]

I worry about him. This whole thing has me wondering if I'm still there or just here or whatever, because you were definitely with me after Lydia's party and I just...

I can't leave him, Scott. I can't lose him. It feels like this place is making me pick you or him, stay here or go, and I... I can't lose either of you. You guys are all I have left. What if I'm not there and all the bad stuff is and he just walks right into it because no one's told him not to? I can't keep him safe here, Scott.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott was expecting Stiles to make something up or say something randomly weird. Instead he got the truth from Stiles which made him forget about his pie and place his hand on his best friend's shoulder. ]

You're not losing either of us. [ He squeezes Stiles' shoulder. ] Your dad's okay. I don't know how this place works but he'll be safe until you get back, the same goes for my mom. Don't torture yourself by thinking the worst. Please. [ Because if Stiles sticks to bad thoughts like that, Scott will start thinking the same way. ]

[teenyoda]

[It was easy for Stiles' mind to sink into the bad thoughts. He'd seen enough bad things happen and it just seemed like it was always the worst case scenario with him. So picturing his dad having something happen was just easy for him, even though it made him sick to think about it.

He looked up at Scott, seeing that look of concern and patting the hand on his shoulder.]

Sometimes I think I wouldn't have gotten this far if you weren't ridiculously optimistic.

Thanks, man.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ In one split second Scott was back to grinning again. ] It's why you love me, right?

[ Because he always has hope that things are okay or will be okay, and the day he loses that hope will be a very sad day indeed. ]

[teenyoda]

[Never lose hope, Scott. He was Stiles' happy place and the day Scott broke would be the day Stiles did.]

I do. In fact, I love you so much, I'm going to eat your pie for you. Because pie is terrible for arteries or something and I'm saving you from carbs.

[He made as if to pull Scott's pie away, grinning.]

[mccallmemaybe]

What? No! You already had a slice before I got here! [ Don't think Scott didn't see a portion of the pie was missing when he first got it out of the fridge. He moves his plate of pie out of Stiles' reach. ]

[teenyoda]

Who says it was me? Maybe I gave it to Lydia. [Who's he kidding. If he'd given it to Lydia, he would have wound up giving her the whole pie.

But just because of the look on Scott's face, he grabbed for the plate, trying to tug it away.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ There was only one thing Scott could do right now.

And that was suddenly let go of the plate and watch the pie fling off into Stiles' face. ]

Oops.

[teenyoda]

[There was the sound of the pie hitting Stiles' face, followed by the sound of Stiles blowing cherries and pastry out of his nose. He looked over at Scott, cherry dripping off his face and the face of the wolf hat on top of his head. Then his eyes narrowed.]

Oops, huh?

[He used his hand to pick up his half-eaten pie, moving to smoosh it right into Scott's big dumb grinning puppy butt-face face.]

Oops...

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott gawked at his best friend for not even making it look like an accident. He literally just pushed pie into his face, and with Scott no longer having werewolf speed, he wasn't quick enough to move away in time.

He grabbed two handfuls of the rest of the untouched pie that was so not going to be eaten, and squished both hands full of pie against Stiles' ears. Have fun getting cherry out of there, Stiles. ]

[teenyoda]

[You. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Stiles had pie smeared all over his face, dripping down the sides of his head and making everything sound muffled. He grabbed the remains of the mangled pie in both hands, one going to the top of Scott's head to really rub it into his hair, the other trying to cram the other handful down Scott's pants. Consider it a treat for Allison. Isn't he the bestest bestie?]

[mccallmemaybe]

What are you- dude, no! Stiles! [ Pie in his hair was fine, but down his pants? No way José! ] I have to walk home in these pants! Stop!

[teenyoda]

I have to live in this room.

[Too bad, Scott. Your crotch was getting cherrified.]

[mccallmemaybe]

I'm making it smell like cherries! [ Scott laughed as he tried to throw a piece of pie at Stiles and it hit the wall instead with a splat. ]

Enough already! It feels really gross down there.

[teenyoda]

You're helping me clean this up.

[One last smooshed handful was deposited before his next one went for Scott's nose. Crotch cherries.]

Aww, what's the matter, Scott. Can't finish what you start?

[mccallmemaybe]

Stiles, most of the mess is in my pants. I totally feel violated right now...

Finish this. [ And Scott kicked Stiles off the bed. ]

[teenyoda]

Need a dia-- whoa!

[He fell off the bed, landing on his butt and glaring up at Scott.]

Oh, it's on.

[Have a flying tackle-Stiles.]