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it’s url change day!! still tracking scileslife. thanks to whoever dropped scottstiles, and to the universe for letting me nab it at just the right moment!

The first time they tried it, they were fourteen and Stiles had bought a joint from a junior at school. He was proud of his treasure, peeking into his pocket all day to double check that it was still there until Scott hissed at him to play it cool. Stiles had done research, rattling off facts about different strains and tips about how to hold their breath long enough to get a buzz. Scott just laughed, happy to let Stiles’ manic energy wash over him in a comforting wave.

The sheriff was at work all night and they climbed up to the top of the roof to watch the stars, passing the joint back and forth as they pulled too deep. Scott spent twenty minutes coughing that terrifying hollow chested asthma wheeze and Stiles promised they’d never do it again.

They lied. Practice made perfect and the boys were determined.

It became their unspoken tradition, two kids on their own with no one but each other. They made their own fun, fogging up the windows in Stiles’ new jeep for his 16th birthday, and eating so much brownie batter that they didn’t leave enough left to bake. They stole every moment they could, wrapping themselves in smoke and laughter.

It always made Stiles antsy, talking at a mile a minute about every stray thought that zipped through his head, but it made Scott gentle, utterly relaxed with a smile that left Stiles tripping over his tongue. It was rare to see Scott so peacefully happy that Stiles would have done anything for more. It didn’t hurt that his friend was always so touchy when they were high, fitting his body against Stiles’ just to feel the slide of warm skin against warm skin. Stiles wasn’t sure exactly when things changed, but he was pretty sure it was because of that smile.

It was as easy as anything, fumbling and giggling as they slid eager hands beneath ratty t-shirts while hips rocks together without rhythm. Stiles’ mouth slotted against Scott’s, spit slick and wet as he breathed the thick smoke into his best friend’s mouth and tried to steal the smile for himself. Scott’s fingertips scratched through the short buzzcut, rutting slowly against the other boy’s hip with a laugh. It felt too good to stop, gasping at the sudden spikes of pleasure but too lazy to chase after it.

Two boys lost in their own world and each other.

ONE DAY!

Join us for a day dedicated to one of the most popular Sciles tropes: the one where they smoke a lot of weed. 

When: April 20, 2016

Bring your: 

headcanons gifs/edits fanfiction fanart fanmixes etc.

Polyships welcome and encouraged!

Please remember to include Scott and Stiles in the main ship focus and aim for a copious amount of cannabis.

Think about Sciles:

smoking for the first time shotgunning hotboxing the Jeep stoned adventuring acquiring drugs making edibles

“I'm a hot girl?” “You are the hottest girl.”