#bb!stiles

Scott has just moved to Beacon Hills, and he’s worried because they’ve moved two times in the last year because his dad’s job in the FBI, but this time his mom put her foot down because she likes her new job at the hospital way too much and his dad can very well commute to San Francisco just fine. 

Scott doesn’t understand most of this, because he’s five, but he just wants his mom to be happy. He’s glad they’re here in Beacon Hills, even if it means he doesn’t have any friends here and doesn’t know anyone.

"Buddy system,” his new teacher says in a tired voice, leading him to a little table in the back where another boy looks up from his crayon drawing, regarding Scott curiously. “Mich-- Mesch-- he doesn’t have a buddy yet. You two can be buddies, okay?” 

Scott sits down on the little plastic chair and puts his Superman lunchbox on the table. His new buddy has a Batman lunchbox, which Scott points out with a grin. “Very cool,” he says. “What’s your name?” The teacher hadn’t said it-- or tried to anyways.

The boy pushes his paper towards Scott, where in clumsy crayon lettering and in bold are a bunch of letters. Scott recognizes an M and a Z and a W but he’s only just starting to figure out letters and reading and has no idea what sound these all are supposed to make.

“I like it,” Scott says, because he does. 

“Wanna help me color?” the boy offers, handing Scott a red crayon. 

Scott looks around the classroom-- all the other paired kids are working away at their coloring, and he’s confused about this new school system. He takes the crayon anyways and colors happily with his new friend for a bit, trying to learn the lay of the land. “What do buddies do?” 

“We hold hands when we line up for recess, and then on the way back to class, and we walk together for snack and then naptime,” the boy says. “Like this.” He takes Scott’s hand and squeezes it.

“I’m Scott.” Scott squeezes back, pleased at making a new friend so easily.

“Mieczysław,” is the response, a tumble of pretty sounds, practiced, like a song. “You don’t have to call me that. Miss T always tries but messes up. She says if I want I can think of a nickname but I don’t know what.”

Stiles figuring out about werewolves when he is really small and not telling anyone because he just likes knowing the secret - but enter Kate and Stiles knowing she is bad news so he spills to his dad to help?

“And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!” Kate screams, struggling against the two deputies currently holding her handcuffed arms.

John rubs his temple and gestures to the sheriff’s cruiser. “Just put her in there so I don’t have to listen to this anymore.”

“You’ll regret it, when they come for you!” she shrieks. “They’re monsters! They’ll come for you and your--”

The cruiser door slams shut, thankfully shutting off the last of her screed. Good, because John has enough on his plate; he doesn’t need to listen to an arsonist rant about werewolves.

“Hey, Dad?”

Stiles and Scott come up to him, leading an older boy with dark hair and pale eyes who looks completely gutted. One of the Hales, no doubt, but given all the Hales out here John can’t immediately identify which one.

“Hello, boys who should most definitely be at their sleepover and not at a crime scene,” John says. “What do you want?”

“Can Derek come back to the house and play video games with us?” Stiles asks, eyes huge and pleading.

“Yeah, he’s like sixteen so he can watch us while you’re doing the important sheriff stuff,” Scott adds, eyes equally big.

John is immune to Stiles’s puppy dog eyes, a necessity as his father, and he’s building an immunity to Scott’s (which seems like an equally necessary life skill). But what really weakens his resolve is the way Derek is gripping Stiles’s hand like it’s a lifeline and the utterly lost look in his eyes.

Hell, the kid could use a few hours playing video games. He could probably also use a blanket and a hug, but given that Scott and Stiles have zero sense of personal space, they’ll probably take care of that as well.

“Sure,” John says. “If it’s okay with his parents.”

“It is,” Derek says, so softly John almost misses it.

“Okay, then I’ll have Deputy Graeme take you all home.”

hi anon! thank you for asking! have a lil’ masterpost of what i have so far

on AO3:

Infinite Nights (T, WIP, 7k) Scott knows this summer is going to be the one, the one where he leads his first successful backcountry trip, proves himself as a leader and can start the transition from volunteer to paid staff. He didn’t plan to meet Stiles, the juvenile delinquent who thinks going to wilderness camp is a joke and has seemed to make it his mission to get into Scott’s pants.// Stiles would have gladly gone to jail for his latest prank on Jackson, but his great-aunt and his social worker Morrell seems to think he can still make something of himself. He doesn’t care about the trees and the view and the lake– Scott is nineteen to Stiles’ eighteen and Stiles is just knows they would be good together, but the guy is hung up on this counselor/camper thing. Between s'mores, skinny dipping, lightning storms, there’s plenty of time to fall in love when you least expect it.

I Had You Before (T, 838 words) Scott's best friend is not going to die in his arms. He's not, okay? He can't.

double your scott, double your fun (E, 2k) “Seriously, you are the only one in the world who would actually use a doppelganger curse to try and get ahead with all your homework and chores and stuff,” Stiles says. “I have a lot of responsibilities!” Scott insists. “Okay, but what about a responsibility to your boyfriend, c’mon, Scott,” Stiles says, pouting a little.

tumblr fic & drabbles:

hannah montana au

the first time they meet in the sandbox

first time parents sciles

spiderman!stiles and mj!scott

workouts that lead to lapdances (nsfw)

in which stiles does not die and there are love confessions

scott and stiles get de-aged and are cute toddlers who refuse to stop holding hands

losing liam in a ball pit

domestic headcanons

domestic + scott makes the bed while stiles is still in it

bb!scott and bb!stiles deal with scott’s first asthma attack

soulmates au + mutual pining

april fools day + blowjob jokes that are actually not jokes (nsfw)

At age three, they meet in the playground. The details always get fudged because no one remembers what happens exactly-- Scott was building a sandcastle, that much is fact, and at some point Stiles pees on it. Stiles insists to this day it was because Scott was sad there was no water in the moat. Scott insists he never asked for water he’d just been sitting there minding his own business and then this kid starting peeing on his sandcastle after Scott asked him if he liked it. Somehow it ended with a nickname and friendship.

At age five Scott’s dad leaves and Scott cries all during recess because his mom is sad and he thinks it’s his fault his dad left. Jackson makes fun of him and Stiles punches him in the face and gets sent to time out. Scott joins him in time out because he always holds hands with Stiles during nap time and he can’t fall asleep without him. They hold hands during the entirety time out.

At age seven Melissa and the the Stilinskis are used to the sleepovers, and there is a moment of panic when they can’t find either of the boys in the morning. It turns out they had both rolled off the bed and fell asleep in the space between the bed and the wall and were apparently too comfortable to move. 

At age eight Claudia dies and Scott refuses to leave Stiles’ side the whole time. In an attempt at consolation young Scott tells Stiles, “We can share my mom,” which only makes Stiles cry harder, as young Stiles just wants his own mom back. Melissa finds them later, tear-stained but still holding each other, fast asleep.

At age eleven Scott is playing tag on the playground when he gets an asthma attack; Stiles doesn’t understand what’s happening but he yells for help; he stays in the nurses’ office with Scott and even goes with them to the hospital later, listening raptly to the instructions for the inhaler. 

At age thirteen Scott and Stiles attempt to do a blood friendship pact. Stiles faints at the first sight of blood, so they forgo the actual blood part. Scott suggests they kiss; blushing only slightly. He has an explanation about how it would be for ritual reasons, but he doesn’t actually need to get into them, as Stiles’ face lights up and he says, “Yeah!” Stiles eagerly grabs Scotts face and they kiss; clumsy and wet and warm, under the tree in the Stilinski backyard, next to the place where they’ve just buried a time capsule-- photographs and memories and small toys, and a note that reads SCOTT + STILES FOREVER in messy handwriting. 

It is a first kiss for both of them, and after they break they stare at each other, hearts beating in unison, elated and flushed, not sure quite what it means. In the time to come, they don’t speak about the kiss, but neither of them quite forgets it. 

uh i did write this awhile ago with a kid stiles and wolf derek, but i can't think of another fic where they meet like this

untitled by bleep0bleep (G, 1k) ”I’m going to explore!” Stiles says excitedly, running ahead on the trail. His parents are so slow, they’re so boring, just holding hands and talking to each other, taking forever… Stiles skips ahead, eagerly racing through the woods, bouncing over rocks and heading towards where he thinks he can hear a babbling stream. And sure enough he sees a happy little brook, water gurgling merrily. Stiles eagerly pulls off his shoes and socks, wading into the water. He builds a little dam, just because and is admiring his work when he hears a pitiful little howl.

also see these reclists, even though stiles isn’t a kid in these, you might enjoy these fics:

stiles thinks derek is a dog

Melissa takes one look at the two toddlers and her heart immediately seizes up. Scott waddles towards her, the t-shirt too big on him, still holding Stiles' chubby hand in his own. "Mommy!" Scott says happily, arms open wide for a hug.

"What happened?" Melissa asks, automatically picking them up in her arms. They're all soft and round, like they just stepped right out of her memories, Scott looking all of three years old and missing his two front teeth. 

Derek frowns, looking at the two babies awkwardly. "Spell went wrong, but I need to catch up with the witches. I think Lydia found out where they are. Are you going to be okay like this for a little bit?"

Melissa bounces the boys on her hip, blinking back a tear. "I'll be fine, Derek," she says. Derek nods and leaves in a hurry, and Melissa sighs when Scott curls up against her neck and Stiles places a sloppy kiss on her cheek. They're so young and unmarred by everything like this. She kind of guiltily wants them not to find the witches for awhile, just so they can have a break from all the things they've been through. 

"C'n Stiles stay for naptime?" Scott asks.

"Of course," Melissa says, carrying them upstairs.

"Naptime," Stiles says sleepily.