survivablyso asked you: If you’re still open for prompts I’d love to see Scott playing wingman/yenta for Stiles and pushing him towards Derek. + fujosht’s excellent prompt “idk HOOKUPS IN GRINDR OR SOMETHING”
“So I got you a Grindr profile,” Scott says, and Stiles says, “What,” and Coach says, “MCCALL AND STILINSKI!” and makes them change seats.
When they’re leaving class, Scott says, “I’m gonna need a better picture of you, dude,” and pretty much pushes his phone into Stiles’ face. The flash goes off. Scott looks at the screen and sighs. “No. A good picture. Like…”
He grabs Stiles’ wrist and drags him along, outside. “Here should be good,” he says, squinting contemplatively at the brick wall. “Nice neutral background, and natural light always looks better. Um, let’s try…” He ruffles Stiles’ hair with one hand. “Yeah, that works. That’s good. Here, gimme your backpack, you look way too jailbait. Don’t want to attract the wrong type of guys.”
“Scott,” Stiles says as he shrugs off his backpack. “Scotty. What are we doing?”
Scott frowns at him. “Getting you laid, of course,” he says. “Okay, now smile, but not too much, and try to kind of glance up through your eyelashes—”
Since all his friends are coupled up and celebrating Halloween as if it was just another Valentine’s day, Stiles, sligtly upsed, slghtly angry, decides he doesn’t need them to have a good time.
He puts on some spooky makeup (he’s very proud of it) and goes to his local bar that’s
supposed to serve Halloween cocktails and have a horror film screening. Stiles is absolutely down for just getting drunk and scared, up until he sees the bartender, whose costume adorably matches his. And who is also super hot. And has GLITTER all over him (Cora’s handiwork).
So let’s guess that in the end, Stiles’ night ends up being similar to his friends’. YAY.
“Cal,” You groaned, throwing your phone on the mattress next
to you, bored with what you were doing. Your boyfriend didn’t respond, causing
you to whine his name once more. “I’m bored.” You muttered, rolling over to
face him. He hummed, quickly glancing over at you for a few seconds before
“Calum,” You drawled out. When he never said anything, you
let out another sigh. “Cal.” You whispered, moving over to him and swinging a
leg over his extended ones. You straddled his lap, sitting on his legs and
poking his cheek. He looked up from his phone with a small smirk on his lips,
looking away from you once more.
You rolled your eyes, leaning forward on your knees and
placed your hands on his shoulders. You leaned your head down and pecked his
neck, leaving light kisses up his neck and to his jaw. Calum hummed, still not
saying anything so you opened up your lips and started to suck lightly on his
skin. You continued to suck on his skin, leaving hot kisses along his skin.
Your boyfriend let out a small moan when you shifted forward on his lap, pressing
your hips down on his.