#okay but this is stiles after he confessed that he loved scott#and scott is shocked and tries to like let him down gently because that’s his best fucking friend#and stiles is just so disappointed and upset that he took a chance even though he knew scott didn’t feel the same#he’s mad at himself for being vulnerable and jeopardizing everything#scott feels the shift in their relationship when stiles looks back at him and it’s the most terrifying thing he’s ever been through#no werewolf shit could compare to this#[but don’t worry scott realizes that he loves stiles like that eventually but it’s a long#bumpy road to that point]#unrequited skittles :’))))#that eventually becomes requited :DDDDD (via slytherinstilinski)
"I like you in a romantic sort of sense."
It was like the world stopped turning. Those words. They weren’t the words of someone who thought it was going to be okay, who thought that after he said them everything would change and everything would fall into place. They were the words of someone who had given up. Given up on fighting for it, fighting to win. Someone who was so weighted down with the feelings that he had to get it out to be free.
That was the worst part. That Stiles knew nothing would change. That Stiles knew Scott didn’t feel the same way.
And everything came rushing to Scott, a realization of just how long Stiles has clung onto his feelings, keeping them close to his chest. All those times Stiles whispered I love you when they were curled up and half asleep. All those times Stiles clung to Scott a little too long. All those times when Stiles would just need to be by Scott. Stiles was telling him this entire time. And yet Scott didn’t notice.
"I… I know you don’t feel the same way. I know. You don’t have to tell me. Or say sorry. Or, fuck, I don’t know, do anything. I just… I just needed to get it out." Stiles explained. Scott stared at Stiles. His best friend, His friend that he had forever, and wondered how he could have not noticed. He knew Stiles better than anyone, better than he knew himself. But… But he was wrong. Scott knew nothing about Stiles. He knew as much as he knew about Derek. Nothing.
Stiles sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I’m going to see Lydia. See you around.” And he left. He left without Scott stopping him because Scott didn’t move. Scott couldn’t move. The weight of this knowledge was weighing him down and he couldn’t believe it. How long had Stiles had this on his shoulders? How long?
The next day, as Scott entered school, he tip toed to his own locker. Were they supposed to go about their morning routine? Did Stiles want to stop being friends? What should Scott do?
The question was answered as Stiles appeared out of no where, jumping onto Scott’s back and laughing about something Malia had told him. Malia was right beside Scott, glaring at Stiles. Stiles swung off of Scott’s back to give Malia a hug. She accepted the hug and squealed as Stiles swung her around. Stiles and Scott’s eyes met.
Stiles looked away for the first time in a long time.