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video; eight full moons

[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]

Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]

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[Well... he can't stop the huge grin that just sort of plasters itself on his face, making him look like a dopey teenager who's in love and who, yes, had sex. A lot.]

You heard I posted a cute video and your automatic conclusion is that I finally got laid? Why can't I just post cute stuff?

[ Looking at Stiles' grin is like looking at himself when he first started dating Allison. It's sweet, even if it makes Scott wistful. ]

Because you never post cute stuff and having sex makes you want to talk about all the cute things in the world?

I'm right, aren't I?

[Oh my god, the grin just wouldn't go away. He was sort of cuddling Cora to him, looking away because Scoooooooooooooott...]

Okay, okay. You're right. I did.

[Stupid smile ruining his whole stupid everything. But hey, he was thinking of a certain redhead and that smile wasn't going anywhere.]

Don't worry, we didn't do anything on you...

[Making allusions that they'd done something by him. Which they hadn't but... Scott doesn't have to know that.]

[ Say goodbye to the proud, happy-for-you smile on Scott's face, Stiles.

Just. This face. Judging the hell out of you. ]

[Now he was laughing.]

Oh my god, Scott. Don't worry about it. We didn't do anything in here. Honest. We hung around sometimes and read to you and just chatted and stuff.

That other stuff happened, um... in my room. And hers.

[ Scott pouts back at him. ] If you guys made out in front of me that's seriously uncool...

[ He starts to smile again when he sees how happy Stiles is. ] You wanna talk about it?

[He's grinning now, maybe blushing a bit because hey, he had some stuff going on now and it was sort of weird to have Scott ask about it, but in that good way.]

Oh, sure, now you want the deets when you wouldn't spill on Allison.

No, but seriously... I'm kind of gone, man.

[ Scott rolls his eyes as he joins Stiles on his bed, nudging at him to budge up. ]

I don't mean all the details. [ There's no need to reenact your orgasm face, Stiles, please. ]

You're gone. [ Holding back laughter here. ] Gone where?

[Rude. He has the best orgasm face in the known universe. But he moves over on the bed, staring up at the pink ceiling. Then he looks over and elbows Scott in the ribs.]

You know where, McCall. Same place you go whenever you got all ga-ga over Allison. Totally gonzo.

[ God, she painted the ceiling too?

Scott rubs his ribs. ] Oh, that place. [ It's called heaven. ]

Yeah, that one.

[He still had that silly smile making his face hurt, but he couldn't stop it. So guess what, buddy? You're going to have to deal with it.]

She's nice. Like, genuinely nice, Scott. And she's funny. And she thinks I'm funny.

[ There's a long pause as Scott thinks up the worst joke ever. ]

You're sure she's not evil?

[ Scott shields himself from any incoming attacks. ] I'm kidding! [ He had to make a Derek joke. ]

[Aww, was that his hand falling just shy of your nuts? Might be.]

Hey, you've met her. Does she seem evil to you?

[ Hey! Don't touch the goods!

Scott shakes his head. ] I think she's a keeper.

[They weren't his goodies, sorry, Scott. He'd seen your hairy wolf balls plenty of times and wasn't keen on getting a better look. Or feel.]

Yeah... [Stupid smile.] She kind of is.

So she's your girlfriend now, right? You asked her? You're not just... you know, sex buddies. Not that there's anything wrong with that. [ A sex buddy sounds awesome, but Scott also knows he'd be incapable of just having sex with someone and not taking them on dates. ]

No, not just sex buddies. The words girlfriend and boyfriend have actually left lips in relation to each other.

[And yes, he was kind of stoked about that.]

Not that, you know, that sex isn't... ah... yeah. Great.

[There's that stupid look again.]

That's awesome, dude. I'm really happy for you.

Does your dad know? About her being your girlfriend I mean, you probably don't want him to know you're having sex.

It hasn't really come up? I mean, she's over here a lot and she's had dinner with us and stuff, so I think he knows that part. And, um, she might have... stayed over. A few times. Before the, uh, sex part. And after.

[Yeah, he hadn't chatted with his dad about getting his freak on here.]

You're lucky your room isn't next to his...

[ Except Scott's is. He groans when he realizes this. ]

If you love me, you won't have loud sex. You love me, right?

Dude... We don't... I mean, it's not porn, god.

[GOD, SCOTT. They weren't trying to win competitions on noise making.]

Besides, loud sex would just mean my dad would come see and... yeah. We're trying to avoid that.

[ Scott looks relieved to hear they're not into loud vocal sex. ]

I think every teenager having sex tries to avoid their parent walking in on them.

Yeah, well, that's new for me. It wasn't a thing before. Besides, if her dad had walked in on you guys, you'd both be dead, so that's sort of more of a reason to avoid it. I don't think dad would kill us, he'd just...

Get her a chastity belt and fuse my pants shut?

Wait, what are you talking about? Is her dad here?

Your dad's not stupid. He must have figured out you have a sex life by now and is waiting for the right moment to talk to you about it... or he's in denial. And there's no way he'd do that. [ Don't be a drama queen, Stiles. ]

No. I'm just saying, back when we were at home. If Allison's dad had just strolled in and seen your wolfy ass pumping away on top of his daughter, code or not, you'd be a dead wolf, bro.

Hey, this is the guy who thinks I can actually play lacrosse. Hah... We've had 'the talk' way back when I told him about my first, uh... hair. I think that's as open as we're going to get about my sex life.

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