#coyfoxy

Scott is completely abysmal at roller skating. and using chopsticks. and at a lot of things that require any kind of physical or hand-eye coordination. like, even after getting the bite, Scott Agustín Delgado McCall is one of the most uncoordinated people you will ever meet in your life. you would not believe the amount of bruises that Stiles has wound up with because they were getting hot and heavy and Scott got excited in his bouncy happy way and stopped paying attention and so they collided with a wall. or fell out of bed. or off the couch. or down the stairs. etc.

Stiles gets overprotective of Scott any time he seems ill or off-color or too tired for whatever time of day it is and then he starts playing mother hen and making colorfully worded threats to the tune of, “dammit, Scott, you’re going to good and goddamn well take care of yourself or I’m going to subject you to something really fucking humiliating like making Derek bridal carry you to the ER because I can’t do it myself. :|”

…granted, Stiles has to do this for sad reasons (namely: because anymore, Scott constantly refuses to make himself and his own self-care and his own needs into any kind of priorities)… but, uh. the colorfully worded threats are cute? in a uniquely Stiles Stilinski sort of way.

someday when they’re nominally adults and they have their own place, Scott’s going to find a mostly golden retriever mutt at a local shelter and fall in love with her and adopt her and bring her home. he’s going to name her Cedric. mostly because… he’s always thought a golden retriever named Cedric would be great and he doesn’t see why she can’t be a Cedric just because she’s a she??

meanwhile, Stiles is going to call her Rowdy after the golden retriever model that Turk and JD had as a shared pet/companion on Scrubs. technically, they never really agreed on what they’d name a pet or what they wouldn’t, and “Cedric” is only her official name because Scott was the one who filled out the adoption forms. she’ll learn to respond to both of the names, tbh.

I forget what I was going to say for the setup of this scene-let thing, but the point is sleepy morning snuggles:

“Scott, come on, time to get up”

“*vague disapproving noise and Scott shaking his head*”

“come on, man, we’ve got important True Alpha business to go attend to today”

“nooooo I wanna stay heeeere. with yooooou…”

“if the whole pack’s there before we are, it’s gonna look bad”

“mmm, but you’re warm and I’m cozy”

”*siiiiiiighs, affectionately but also exasperatedly* Scotty, come on, give back my chest, it’s time to go do the things"

“nuh uh, it’s my chest now, I planted my flag on it, do YOU have a flag *nuzzles at Stiles’s chest and kisses his collarbone and then nuzzles at him more. also, the flag is Scott’s head*”

“…just because you can misapply Eddie Izzard doesn’t mean we don’t have to get you to the werewolf thing so you can True Alpha it up. and it’s still my chest. that’s kind of how bodily ownership works. bodies are not countries. :|”

“nope, it’s my chest and I’m just gonna nuzzle it until waking up sounds like a less awful idea, I planted my flag, that’s how it works, I don’t make the rules :)”

"dude, sometimes, you’re so lucky that you’re adorable or else I’d never put up with this”

“yeah, that and you love me”

“sighs, yeah, yeah, I do. *just casually gropes Scott’s ass, since he’s being all intimate and snuggly anyway*”

when Stiles is having a shitty day, the two comfort foods that cheer him up the most are the double fudge brownies that Scott makes with an old Delgado family recipe he learned from his abuela herself, and the super duper mega awesome triple layer grilled cheese monster that Scott invented this one time when they got stoned and Stiles was whining about how much he wanted some fucking cheese

CLOTHES SHARING!!!! …Scott and Stiles have honest to god been clothes sharing for as far back as they can remember. while there are some articles of clothing they own that still have clear-ish owners (like Stiles’s Star Wars shirts and t-shirts with obnoxiously sexual and often misogynistic screenprints, and Scott’s red hoodies and Star Trek shirts, and this one pair of skinny jeans that Stiles hates Scott owning for two big reasons:

because they make Scott’s ass look even better and even more sexually frustrating than usual, and…

……uh, this reason is redacted because it is sad. like, really really sad. like, the sort of sad that involves Scott needing to love himself more in very specific ways)

but, uh. yeah, no, mostly it’s not “Scott’s hoodie” or “Stiles’s boxers.” these clothing items are, “their” items of clothing. because?? but?? sharing clothes is just a thing?? like, why wouldn’t they do that?? why would they not swap clothes freely and roll around in each other’s scents so often that they ALMOST have the same scent at this point?? they don’t?? understand?? this concept???

like, people who don’t share their clothes with their vaguely codependent best friend brother boyfriend soulmate person, uh… those people sound kind of boring and sad and Scott’s personally worried about whether or not they need a hug, or do they not love themselves enough or something, like??? ……why??? :(

Stiles doesn’t even remotely understand how his better half can drink black coffee. like… Scott, come on seriously. the coffee taste is so fucking awful that Stiles can even get grossed out by it when it’s buried in a ton of milk and sugar and flavoring like in the overly elaborate Starbucks drinks that are the only way Stiles can even remotely stomach coffee.

…but, well, to be fair, Scott doesn’t understand how the fuck Stiles can drink Mountain Dew and enjoy it because Scott thinks it taste like lemon-scented bathroom cleaner smells so they’ll just have to agree to disagree about caffeine.

except for tea. they both agree that tea is pretty awesome. Stiles just won’t admit it in public because he thinks it would jeopardize his so-called “reputation” for people to know he likes tea.

whenever they eventually get around to making Scott sit down and watch Star Wars, Stiles will break his usual rule of, “the prequel movies are fucking trash and an insult not just to the best film franchise ever created but also to the entirety of the cinematic arts.” he will break it entirely because Ewan McGregor plays Obi-Wan Kenobi and Scott’s had a huge crush on Ewan ever since that one time when they accidentally watched Moulin Rouge.