All I want from life right now is an at least 5-10k boydstiles fic with them growing from enemies, through reluctant allies, then friends to lovers. I want uprooting each other, scowling at being ignored, silent annoyance at insistent chatter, shoving into walls and verbal fighting back. I want them having to work side by side, helping each other because while they still can’t stand each other it’s not hate, they’re on the same side with the same goals and they all want to survive. And with Beacon Hills being the beacon for all things scary and evil, with Derek growing as an Alpha and the Pack coming along, Stiles and Boyd would end up around each other more, would end up learning about each other. Stiles being the research guru and Boyd being far smarter than anyone gave him credit for before they’d be the ones left to dive into the books, to find names and weaknesses, solutions. They’d banter but they’d also be a fucking amazing team. And they’d grow like that. Moving on from research nights to hanging out outside of crisis situations, actually willingly spending time together. I want them growing to be comfortable with each other. I want friendly touching because wolves and scent marking and Stiles being Stiles and damn tactile. I want them a team, Derek’s go-to-duo when shit hits the fan bc they can deal like no other member of the pack. I want them BAMFing their way through fights, saving each other and jumping in to protect. I want that protectiveness outside facing the creatures of the night. I want Stiles going mental when someone dare to look down at Boyd. I want Boyd dealing with the pricks from the enemy lacrosse team that thought could be a little rougher with Stiles on the field. I want movie night and inside jokes and obliviousness up till a breaking point. I want them together on the couch watching some crappy sci-fi movie and making fun at the lousy special effects and throwing popcorn at each other, Stiles making a snarky comment and Boyd throwing his head back as he full-belly laughs and it strikes Stiles then, as he watches Boyd so free and open with him, so damn beautiful right there next to him in ratty sweats and a t-shirt that has seen better days, with a smear of ketchup on his sleeve from where Stiles jabbed him with a fry completely on accident when they were arguing about Norton and Ruffalo and who was the better Hulk. It strikes him that he loves Boyd, big silent Boyd with a sharp tongue and insane knowledge of Greek mythology, Boyd who drags him out for morning runs and never makes it easy on Stiles but always takes him for pancakes after, Boyd who always listens and knows when to butt in and stop Stiles from going on a tangent, Boyd who is looking at him now with bright eyes and a soft, fond smile and it’s the easiest thing Stiles has ever done to cup Boyd’s cheek in his hand and close the distance between their mouths, pressing his own happy grin to Boyd’s.
damn, i just got SERVED. by my waitress. this restaurant is excellent.
We could be married and i’d still wait a couple minutes to text u back so i dont look clingy
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