crack_van | missing pieces of you by loz

Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Length: 11,320
Author on LJ:

lozenger8
Author Website: at AO3
Why this must be read: When fandom appears to have OTP sickness like TW does, lots of interesting and sub-textually viable pairings get left behind for only the truly dedicated to discover. I find that sad. I *always* find it sad when one pairing gets the majority of the attention because it's so limiting and fandom IMO should never be limiting.

In that spirit, I bring you a fantastic Scott/Stiles future fic. It's in Scott's POV right after he first gets to college and begins to discover himself. It's a great fic, and if you're sick to death of the OTP it's a breath of fresh air.

I had a blast driving the

crack_van this month. See you next time around!

They ease into familiarity eventually, although it takes longer than Scott would ever have thought. The tension between them reminds him of when he and Isaac first started getting close and that’s just wrong.

Last time they hung out, they were at Berkeley, and Stiles has only been to Davis once before, back when Scott had no real clue where anything was, so after their run, they go on a tour of all Scott’s favorite places, meet up with one of his core groups of friends; Jake, Skye and Taelah. The run was good just like Scott thought it would be, but he’s calmer when they’re walking and relaxing around other people, and he can’t put his finger on why.

Stiles is granted the same wide-eyed response from everyone and he doesn’t get it, at all. Certainly not to the point where Taelah frowns and mutters about life being unfair. He’s shown them pictures before. They’re all facebook friends. But he guesses Stiles looks different in person. He can be totally photogenic when the mood strikes him, but it usually doesn’t, and he seems to take great joy in pulling the most ridiculous face he can whenever a camera is within three yards. Scott has countless photos of Stiles in turtle mode, or mid-roar, or doing his best impression of a duck.

It’s mostly bizarre because Scott knew Stiles was good-looking before Stiles did. During one of many instances of Stiles’ self-conscious whining that no one would ever want to touch him, it was no wonder Lydia ignored every fiber of his being, Scott sat them down in front of a mirror and cataloged all that a girl could fall in love with, even if she was shallow. He sat behind him, traced his fingers lightly over his features, pointed out every little perfection. He started with Stiles’ large and soulful eyes, continued on with his adorable ski-jump nose, and concluded with his seriously kissable lips. They were fourteen, and they were both awkward for about a week afterwards, but Stiles held himself taller after that, started taking more risks. It worked, he thinks.

Yes, Stiles has grown into himself. He’s angled where once he was rounded, he’s broad-shouldered where once he was reedy, muscular where once he was thin. But he’s always had this potential and Scott doesn’t understand why it’s now so remarkable.

missing pieces of you