Saturday Nights

Oneshot ma dudes

Stiles has been thinking. That's not really that unusual though, Stiles is always thinking or over thinking but this time it is different. Selfishly, Stiles believes that it is probably more important than anything regarding the supernatural that he has had on his mind over the last few months or years he's not really quite sure how long it's all been going on; it's all one fast paced apocalyptic blur to him. But honestly he's more terrified than anything that he's faced so far which seems stupid considering the Nogitsune and almost dying about 70 times was included on that list. It wasn't that he was particularly petrified about being gay it's just... ok so maybe he is just a tiny bit but he doesn't truly know why seeing as his dad was his cousin Miguel's number one support when he first came out so it's not like he was going to be rejected. And then there was Scott but after all that they had been through together, Stiles didn't think that Scott would care much if he did want to kiss a dude. But it was something about the concept of maybe possibly being a somewhat different person to the one that he thought he knew, that he thought he had known his entire life and just the uncertainty that surrounded it that made him unable to sleep at night. Something that once again seemed laughable when he was able to sleep through any other problem that he had faced.

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It was a Saturday night and Stiles was at Scott's which honestly wasn't a big surprise. They were sprawled our across the bed, Stiles laying down, propped up on his arm, controller in hand, as Scott sat upright, lounging against the wall with Stiles's legs across his lap. Scott (or rather Mario) smashed into Peach (who Stiles was not proud to admit, had always been him since the age of 5. He claimed back then that it was because he thought she was pretty but now he realises that it could have maybe sort have been because Scott found her pretty and he maybe found Scott a little pretty at one time and wanted to literally be the Peach to his Mario although no, that couldn't possibly be it because he probably wasn't into guys now and he definitely wouldn't have been then anyway) sending her skidding off the side of the green spotted toad stall and allowing Scott to speed through the finish gate, the cloud cretin signalling that he had won the mushroom gorge round. Stiles threw his steering wheel down defeatedly, mumbling something along the lines of 'unfair play, but good game Scotty'. "I'm surprised that you're not gonna tackle me and beat me around the head with that wheel, you ok bud?"  Stiles raised a singular eyebrow. "If I couldn't beat you up before the super strength werwolf thing then I definitely couldn't now. You'd just heal anyways and besides, it honestly isn't the most important thing to me right now." Stiles huffs. "Oh well, what could possibly be more important than beating up me?" Scott smirk- grinned. Although, to be honest, that's just how he smiles because wow, that jawline is lopsided. Deep breath, was he really doing this? I mean of course he was, it was Scott so why hadn't he spoken to him before?

He sighed, fumbling over his words slightly but more or less managing to get his words out first time around: "What are you Scott. Do you even know what you are?" Scott rolled his eyes at him, "Could be wrong but last time I checked I was definitely a werewolf and I definitely knew about it." Stiles sighed feeling rather defeated. "I meant... sexually...." he trailed off, almost muttering the last part but Scott heard him. I mean, of course Scott heard him- werewolf perks. "Oh well, I guess I never really thought about it. Maybe if they were really special then sure, I guess? I always liked girls and I always knew that." Stiles ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah, yeah, same. Except. Now I am thinking about it and I don't know and its driving me crazy and I really want to know and I-"
Scott grabbed Stiles's wrist. "Hey, you know that no matter what, I'd support you, right? And I would break anyone who dares to hurt you, male, female, non- binary, whatever. I love you, nothing could ever change that, man."
Stiles smiled weakly, " I know that, thank you, Scotty. I just... I just need to know I just... I don't really know. I like gay people? I always admired them, they're so brave and strong just basically everything that I'm not and I always wanted to be like that but I didn't mean like that and I'm not homophobic, I swear, I'm not its just-" "different?" Scott interjected. " I completely get that, man. Being one thing and then getting used to something else that you have no control over. I have experience in that area." Stiles wriggled a little bit before speaking again. "I think guys might be hot but do I really know what hot is? Or does it count because its different so is it really just jealousy or... and if they are hot then does that mean I want to do stuff with a guy and should I do stuff with a guy or want to at least because I haven't really wanted to yet so does that mean that I'm not gay? I don't know Scotty!" Stiles cried and slumped forwards a little.