otp: hung the moon

Tessa and Scott grace the cover of Macleans

Headcanon: Stiles changes Scott’s autocorrect settings on his phone so certain words/phrases get autocorrected into other things.

“I” ➝ “the cutest truest alpha in the universe” (Stiles especially likes this one because it sounds like Scott’s talking in first person and it’s just hilarious until Scott changes it, which he does immediately)

“homework” ➝ “booty” (“Hey Danny what’s the booty in Econ?”)

“tired” ➝ “horny” (this is because he’s a little shit and he gets a kick out of Scott accidentally texting that he’s “so horny” instead of “so tired” when Stiles asks if he wants to come over and play video games all night after work) ((this totally works too because Scott comes over after work and like, tickles him until he says sorry and changes the settings back himself or something))

Anyway this trickery goes on for months, and Scott just keeps changing all of the autocorrect settings back as soon as he sees that Stiles changed them. He doesn’t even bother changing the passcode on his phone because Stiles knows every possible password he could have and he doesn’t want to be bothered with creating a new one. So this goes on for a long time until Stiles changes his own name in Scott’s phone into “Hot Stuff” or “Sexlinski” or “the love of my life” or something.

And he’s looking over Scott’s shoulder as he texts Isaac about a week later. And Stiles’ name autocorrects to “the love of my life” on the screen but Scott doesn’t even go back to edit it.

He just leaves it.

And Stiles thinks that maybe he just hasn’t had the chance to change it, until he sees it happen like five more times while Scott’s texting Isaac (who also doesn’t seem to think it’s weird that Scott is constantly referring to Stiles as “Sexlinski”) and Scott doesn’t even look phased.

And Stiles hadn’t known that Scott hadn’t changed it back because Scott never has to text “Stiles” to him because, duh, he is Stiles and oh my god what does this mean

So this changes things temporarily as Stiles tests the waters by becoming slightly more flirtatious with Scott as the days pass and eventually Stiles just realizes “holy shit Scott’s in love with me” and he confronts him and they touch dicks and make out.

(wow i mean ok this started as a head canon but it ended up being a little ficlet but w/e)

This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t have happened to him. First his mom, now… now his dad, his alpha? Both gone from him. How was he going to keep going? The rest of the pack was long gone, though their debts still weighing Stiles down, as the last member of the Stilinski line the responsibilities felt to him, even though he was only an omega.

The next three months were a blur to him. Stiles took the time off school to organize meetings with packs that the Stilinski pack still was indebted too, some understood the situation Stiles was in and settled their debts with more than gracious offers, some others weren’t so kind, they demanded the money they were owed be paid back immediately, and even worse, some suggested that Stiles should auction him self off for breeding, surely his sale would be enough to pay the remaining debts. Luckily while Stiles was busy with other packs pressing him for money and closure, Talia of the Hale pack was there to take care of John’s funeral for him.

Things started to settle into a routine, nothing was ever normal again, he wasn’t eating enough because he rarely had food in the house, and wasn’t sleeping enough because of the part time jobs he took on to make money. It was about 6 months after his father’s death that he finally broke, his body unable to take the stress any more, not having an Alpha to ground him. Sometimes he would sneak away to the Hale’s house like he did when he was a kid, but over the past months he hadn’t had the time, and he felt too much like a bother.

He didn’t remember how he ended up in Ms. Morell’s office, but all he knew was that he couldn’t really focus on what was happening, he was pretty sure he could hear Scott’s voice, and looking down, he saw that he was in his underarmour outfit that he wore under his lacrosse uniform and gear.

“..tiles! Stiles! Come on dude, focus!” Scott was shouting at him, but Stiles shrunk away, this wasn’t his alpha Scott wasn’t his pack, Scott smelled like Argent pack. That’s when Stiles remembered he had no alpha he had no pack.

He curled away and made a weak hurting sound, Ms. Morell doing all she could as an emissary to ground Stiles and keep him from shifting. But even she knew that wouldn’t work for much longer. 

“Someone get me Derek Hale immediately.” She ordered.

Stiles whimpered again at the sound, no he didn’t want Derek to see him like this. He had to appear strong, he couldn’t lean on Derek or the Hale pack for anything more.


every day is a battle i face, strange life i live but it’s what you’ve decided.
i’ll give it all into your hands, do what you will with me, and oh
i’ll smile when you speak. remember those times i was hoping for something
and shaking my head from all I have done, but you never left me.

         i would give it up for you, i’d do anything for you.
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let’s just all remember this video ok

like i can’t even really tell if that was supposed to be O'brosey or Sciles in the beginning because it just seems so like jealous Stiles? and so like Scott to tackle him with a hug because of his jealousy?? BUT THEN IT’S ALSO JUST LIKE O'BROSEY LIKE WHERE IS THE LINE EVEN DRAWN TBH GUYS



Hung the Moon
Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors
Hung the Moon

I like the way you hung the moon, uh huh.
Well I just like being close to you, uh huh.
When you’re gone I feel so blue, uh huh.
Yeah, I like the way you hung the moon uh huh.

I like the way you know that dance, uh huh.
I like the way you hold my hand, uh huh.
Spin me all across the floor, uh huh.
Yeah, I like the way you know that dance, uh huh.

Well I like the way you sing your songs, uh huh.
You’ve been singing to me all along, uh huh.
The way you loved me won my heart, uh huh.
Yeah, I like the way you sing your songs, uh huh.

I put on that white dress for you, uh huh.
I told the preacher man, “well, yes I do”, uh huh.
I’ll stay and I’ll grow gray with you, uh huh.
Yeah, I put on that white dress for you, uh huh.