[ 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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Says the person planning on DYING

[teenyoda]

Do not.







If I did, wanna get married?

I'm a terrible person

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Stiles, you know Scott is going to marry Allison one day and they will have adorable badass babies together. ] I kind of have my eye on someone else... but I guess polygamy is always an option. [ Then he can marry Isaac too. ]

The first step on the road to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

[teenyoda]

[Dude, if you marry Isaac, he will never, ever forgive you. Ever. He'll go out and marry... Derek and Peter and find a way to have ass babies for them, just out of spite.]

Uh huh. Sure. Leave me out in the cold, all alone. It's okay, I have a blanket.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Stiles, calm your hateboner for Isaac. And please don't ever speak of ass babies out loud. ]

You know you're destined to be my best man anyway, not my husband with a mangina.

[teenyoda]

[Then don't go threatening to marry Isaac and leave Stiles all alonely for the rest of his days. It hurts, man.]

Uh huh. Can I borrow the 'always a bridesmaid, never a bride' saying? Yea, I'm totally taking that.

[mccallmemaybe]

If we get drunkenly married here, I'm blaming you.

Is there anything you need before I go?

[teenyoda]

[That would be the best. Shut up, Scott. You'd love it.]

No, I'm good. I'm afraid of what else you'll do to me.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ It would be amazing. Isaac would be so jealous. ]

You don't hate me, do you?

[teenyoda]

[It should happen.]

What? No. I'm just... more scared of you than usual at the moment.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Is there a wedding chapel in Asgard because there should be. ]

How scared? Like, when-I'm-a-werewolf-scared?

[teenyoda]

[Surely a god could just marry them on a whim.]

Close. Very, very close.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott looked really sad. He didn't like making Stiles scared. ]

You still love me, right?

[teenyoda]

[He looked over, groaning at the sad face. Stop it, Scott. You weren't allowed to be cute when he was in pain.]

God, of course I do. I couldn't hate you if you actually did wind up giving me a mangina.

[mccallmemaybe]

[ Scott grinned at that, mostly in relief. ] Good.

I'm gonna go home now and clean the pie from some really awkward places.

[teenyoda]

I hope you have a pie enema by the time you get home.

[It would be fitting.]

[mccallmemaybe]

I hate you. I hope your penis never comes back. [ Scott grinned as he opened the door. ] Call me if you need me, okay? I promise I'll suck less next time I see you. [ Did that sentence sound gay or was it just him? ]

[teenyoda]

[Bordering on the homoerotic was just how they rolled.]

Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dick.