#scilesday1

Scott vaguely heard Stiles call his name, but he didn’t listen. Scott drove away on his motor cycle, full gas. Tears streamed down his face, but he couldn’t wipe them away, because he was wearing a helmet. He didn’t know where he was heading, but he didn’t really care. The wind rushed past him, clearing his head, just like he wanted. Scott took a turn right, onto a forest road, where he parked his motor cycle. He hung his helmet over the handlebar and walked into the forest with his hands in his pockets against the cold. He stopped walking after a while. He didn’t really know how long, but he honestly didn’t care much.

It stung so bad every time he thought about it, he thought they were improving, well that didn’t matter anymore now. He wiped his face with his jacket sleeve. It had been so long, how could it still hurt this much? Scott was sitting on a log somewhere along the path when he suddenly heard footsteps coming his way and a voice: “Scott?”. Stiles lay a hand on Scott’s shoulder and the werewolf looked up. Stiles saw his friend’s tear stained face and Scott heard his heartbeat elevate. Stiles clenched his fist and sat down next to him. Then he fumed: “Next time if he even thinks something like that I swear I’ll break his bones. He has no right to act that way, even if he’s your father.”. Scott half smiled at this. “Please don’t, you’ll only make it worse.” Stiles’ heartbeat slowed a bit at this remark. Scott put his hand on Stiles’ knee and his heartbeat went up again. Stiles turned his gaze at the ground before his feet and swallowed: “Y-yeah.. I know, it’s just… I can’t help it, you know. It’s not fair, he... you deserve so much better.”. Stiles could feel Scott’s gaze on him, and when he looked over, his friend was indeed staring at him. Scott moved his hand from Stiles’ knee to his face and looked into his eyes fondly. “You mean so much to me, Stiles.”. Then he planted his lips on Stiles’ soft ones and Stiles let out a yelp. Scott couldn’t help but smile as he retreated, but Stiles’ mind had just caught up with the situation and he was eager to close the distance again. After a few minutes they retreated for air and out of breath Stiles said: “I know, you’re my soulmate.”. After a few more minutes of sitting Stiles stood up, dragging Scott along with him and added: “Now let’s have a movie night at my place.” Scott smiled at his smirking soulmate. “Only if I can stay over.”. The smiling couple walked up to Stiles’ jeep and drove home, off to a lovely night together.

Stiles stuffs a handful of grass down the back of Scott’s shirt, cackling madly. Scott squirms, twists to reach down the back of his collar, but he can’t get it all so he just wriggles out of his shirt and throws it at Stiles, hitting him in the face.

Stiles is red in the face from laughing, and his eyes sort of light on Scott’s chest and then glance away, and Scott takes the moment’s advantage, catches him off guard and pins him down, straddling his legs, pulling his arms away from where he’s clutching Scott’s jacket around him, chin down, protecting his neck. Scott hold his right arm down with his left hand and tickles him mercilessly while Stiles shrieks and squirms and tries to bat his fingers away until Scott grabs his wrist and pins that too, and then Stiles is laughing, tugging at Scott’s immobilizing hold, chest heaving—

“Oh my god, you’re so strong,” he says, “this is so unfair.” His muscles tense and relax under Scott’s hands without managing to move his limbs at all, and he’s breathless, and his pulse beats hard and fast under Scott’s fingers, loud in his ears. His eyes are so bright and he’s laughing again, open and delighted and smelling like everything good, like home and happiness and summer and sex, too, he smells eager, and Scott doesn’t even think, he just leans down and kisses his open mouth, hard and hungry.

Stiles lets out a shocked little moan and kisses him back, whole body surging upward, trembling under Scott’s hands. Stiles kisses him like he’s starving for it, and when Scott draws back from his mouth to kiss along his jaw and the line of his throat, he gasps, he’s saying “oh fuck oh fuck Scott” with his voice cracking like he’s about to cry, breath shivering out of him with the words. He doesn’t know when he let go of Stiles’ arms but he must have because they’re wrapped around him, Stiles’ hands are clutching at his bare back, long fingers tight on his skin—

“Can I—”

It's nice that people in the fandom can come together and do nice things for each other.

There are men who seem born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patroclus, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechméja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction “and”; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of a destiny which is not theirs.

Stiles kicked the blankets off and let out a groan, it was too hot. He rolled over and fumbled with the fan they kept on his side of the bed. Once it was on he let out a sigh and fell back asleep. He woke up to Scott climbing into bed and lying half on top and half on the bed.

“’s too hot. Get off.”

“Let me love you.” Scott wrapped his arm around Stiles’ wait. “I had a shitty day I work. Just let me hug you okay?” Stiles cracked his eyes open enough to see Scott had showered and changed without him even knowing he was home. He squinted over at the digital clock 2:34am. 

“Want to talk about it.”

“No. Just want to lay with you.” Stiles hummed and tangled their legs together. “I want pancakes in the morning.”

“I’ll make the apple ones you like.”

Scott kissed the patch of skin closest to his mouth. “Love you.”

I like the way you think!

Scott paused the video game. “Stiles, I’m going to tell you something and I need you to be serious.”

Stiles gave Stiles an offended look. “I am always serious.” Scott narrowed his eyes. “Mostly serious.”

Scott sighed, shoulders slumping. “Look. I think I might be in danger.”

“Are there more hunters in town? Did something happen?”

“No I just…Don’t laugh at me okay.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Stiles blinked.