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poly relationship between scott, stiles, and reader headcanons

a/n: holy cow uhm 35 likes on my first post ?? take this hastily made post as a thank you. if you want me to make a part 2 lmk 🫶🏻

a/n: also this is meant to be an afab reader but i tried not to use any gendered pronouns

you met them in middle school. you had just moved to beacon hills and since you had no one to sit with at lunch, stiles convinced scott to introduce themselves.

and somehow, it worked. you clicked with them instantly, seamlessly integrating into their lives like a puzzle piece they’d never known was missing.

the saying “two’s a party, three’s a crowd” has NEVER been applicable to the three of you. wherever you went, they followed. wherever they went, you followed.

intimacy had never been an issue for the three of you. sure, puberty was a little different for you and the boys but for some reason it was never awkward to talk about. maybe because stiles never had a filter when it came to anything.

you got your first period ? you whined about how badly it hurt and suprisingly, scott was the one who comforted you most. his mom’s a nurse, she taught him ( i know she did. mama mccall teaches her son to respect women and about anatomy. he had the talk very early. )

stiles had to learn a bit. but his adhd caused him to go down a health rabbit hole and now he’s always worried when you complain about cramps. “are you okay? did an ovary burst?” he’s stupid and he knows better but he means well and his mouth says things before he can think.

of course, stiles and scott did have their own conversations about their side of things. mostly about how you were the subject of a lot of their fantasies. but they’d never tell you that. they’re not weirdos.

as you grew up, you were always able to talk about crushes with one another. stiles had been in love with lydia martin forever and whichever girl caught scott’s eye for a time. you had the occasional fancy but it always passed. for some reason you always got bored. i wonder why.

sleepovers were always fun. star wars marathons and dumb sci fi movies and you forcing asking them to watch cute romance movies with you. and you’d always cuddle up between both of them, not wanting to have to choose between your two favorite boys. they didn’t mind.

at the start of high school, you realized just how handsome they had become. stiles with his adorable buzz cut that made scratching his head so easy during cuddles. and the soft tendrils of hair that would curl behind scott’s ears. you wished you could brush them back. but that was normal, right?

you were always their biggest supporter so when they said they wanted to try out for lacrosse, you were there. you even made a poster ( obviously both their names were on it. it was easier to hold one sign. )

the team made derogatory comments about how you must be a slut and you had to be giving it up. why else would you have two best friends who were both guys?

and that hurt you. but the implications of the statement burrowed somewhere in your mind and didn’t go away. i mean, you had always been together platonically. would it really be so different if you were romantically?

and you tried to ignore it. you did. it was illogical to feel that way for two people. to want two people in a way that made your heart hurt and your stomach ache. wasn’t it?

so you told yourself it didn’t matter because stiles still liked lydia ( or so you thought ). it would never happen anyway. and you’d been friends with scott for years. he probably only saw you the same way he did stiles.

you were wrong. you were so wrong.

after scott was bitten, things shifted between the two of you. he seemed more confident, more sure of himself, and he seemed to be around you even more than usual if that was even possible. you liked it. you liked it a lot.

the morning before the first lacrosse game, you and scott were talking before school. stiles was nowhere to be seen ( likely having broken down with roscoe again ).

that was the topic of conversation, actually. you two were placing bets on what had delayed your best friend’s arrival.

“i guarantee you he’s duct taping roscoe on the side of the road again.”

“that or his adhd ass forgot to set his alarm clock again.”

and you were both laughing. you were laughing so hard and you didn’t notice the way scott’s face had changed. like you were the one who made the sun rise in the morning and put the stars in the sky.

“can i kiss you?”

the question caught you off guard. it wasn’t something you expected him to ever say. you were silent for several minutes. it was the longest stretch of time scott had ever felt. and then you nodded.

he was so sweet. hesitant, at first. it was simple and short, but his lips were soft and you could feel him smile when you kissed back.

unfortunately, you two never had a chance to talk about it or what it meant as the familiar blue jeep pulled into the parking lot a few seconds later. you didn’t know if stiles had seen what happened between you and scott. honestly, you didn’t want to know. because even though you felt something for scott, you felt something for stiles too. and you didn’t know what that meant yet.

and with all the drama going on between trying to figure out who bit scott and surveiling derek and getting through classes, it wasn’t easy to find the time to talk things out.

and maybe it’s better that you didn’t. because then you kissed stiles.

you hadn’t meant to. honestly, you really, really hadn’t meant to. but scott was out with derek so stiles had decided to keep you company and do homework together.

except you both got very bored very quickly so you turned on a rerun of some old movie you’d seen a thousand times before. and stiles kept pointing out the inaccuracies which sparked a heated debate between the two of you.

you were rambling, trying to prove your point that it didn’t ruin the movie. and you noticed that his brown eyes were locked on yours and he seemed to be holding his breath. and he looked so pretty that you stopped mid-sentence and all coherent thought went out the window.

you kissed him first and it shocked the hell out of him. you took that as a bad sign and immediately pulled back, embarrassment causing a burn in your cheeks and a stammer as you tried to apologize.

“stiles i am so- i’m so sorry. i didn’t- i mean- i know you like lydia- shit i’m so sorry.”

he kissed you the second time. and all of your worries went out the window. you were still kissing when scott walked through your door.

for the second time that night, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“i was wondering when that would happen.”

your mouth DROPPED as you gaped at scott’s words.

when you got your composure back, you three had a very lengthy conversation about what this meant for the three of you.

you knew you liked them both and you didn’t want to choose. thankfully, they didn’t make you. you’d always been their favorite and they’d give you anything you wanted.

now you have the two best boyfriends in the world.

teen wolf boys and their love languages:

a/n: this is not proofread and it’s also my first post so be nice or i’ll cry lolol ( most of these can be read as platonic or romantic ) ok bye

scott: acts of service. hear me out: this boy takes care of EVERYONE. he’s the alpha, he always has to know the answers. the pack has a problem? everyone goes to him to help. so the moment you do something for him? he’s so relieved. it takes the constant weight off of his shoulders, if only for a little bit. and he might not say it, but he appreciates it so much. even if it’s as simple as helping him with his homework or doing some of the chores around his house he’s so dumb struck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. once, you brought his mom dinner when she had an overnight shift at the hospital and he swore to himself he would marry you. he’s so used to everyone needing him he’s never considering his own needs.

stiles: this. man. loves. TOUCH. his adhd makes his self control and impulses non-existent. if he wants to touch you, he’ll do it. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand or put his hand in your back pocket. sitting next to each other? your thighs are pressed together. across the table? he’s playing footsies with you. in class? his seat is right next to yours so he can reach his foot out to nudge you. sleepover? you’re cuddling ( and yes, sometimes he is the little spoon ). he always has to be touching you no matter what. maybe it’s the fact that he feels if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you the way he lost his mom. even platonic stiles is very loose with his touch. high fives, fist bumps, stupid secret handshakes, hugs, etc.

isaac: everyone saying physical touch because he’s been touch starved: you’re not wrong but i think it’s mainly words of affirmation. he’s so used to being told he’s worthless, that he’s disposable, easy to throw away. so the moment you tell him you appreciate him, that he makes you smile, that you’re proud of him, that he has VALUE, he has a hard time containing how loved it makes him feel. he often freezes up and mutters an awkward “thank you”. even if it’s just a simple “good job” for getting a good grade on a test, it helps him unlearn all of the negative beliefs about himself his dad imposed on him. he would be into physical touch with his romantic partner and people he’s close to but words of affirmation is gold.

liam: i had a tough time with liam but i think his would be quality time/body doubling. liam has always had a hard time with people wanting to be around him. they always treat him as fragile because of his IED, thinking that he’s one step away from going off. even more so when he became a werewolf. so for you to willingly spend time with him without any expectations involved? it makes him feel like maybe he isn’t all bad. you could be doing homework in his room together or watching a movie on the couch or literally sitting next to each other staring at a wall. he’s just happy someone wants to be around him and isn’t treating him like they’re walking on eggshells. liam only wants to feel like he’s normal and you’re happy to provide that for him.

derek: i was trying to do a different one for each of them but i feel like derek is a mix of acts of service and quality time. he’s had to rely on himself from such a young age that he’s grown self-sufficient to a fault. and when he was an alpha, he had to learn to take care of others and like scott, i think it took a toll on him to have to be the wise leader who always knows the answers. in that sense, i do think he knows what he wants. so if he asks for something, you’re happy to comply. now as to why i think quality time is also a big thing for him. he knows he can’t be alone all the time. but even with that, sometimes he doesn’t want to talk. sometimes he only needs your presence to reassure him he’s not alone. derek is a strong, silent type and i think that reflects in his needs.