Somebody write me some fic about the first summer Scott started working out and that funny feeling Stiles got when he took his shirt off when they went to the pool in the summer.
Probably there was blushing when they had a weird wrestling match over video games and Stiles got a handful of abs. Scott probably noticed. It wasn’t awkward, though. It’s never awkward, because they’re bros. <3
first kisses (scott/stiles, pg)
Based on this adorable art, though Scott and Stiles are both fourteen in this ficlet. For Daunt, who had a rough day, and is one of the few people I write Scott/Stiles for:
Scott and Stiles are each other’s first kisses.
It happens in Stiles’s bedroom, about a week after Scott’s fourteenth birthday. (Mrs McCall took them to Laser Tag, where she soundly trounced them both by about twenty kills, and then Cheesecake Factory, where she let them eat as much as they wanted.)
“Man, I am never going to get kissed,” moans Scott. Apparently turning fourteen has made this a genuine problem that requires a solution rather than just a passing concern; this didn’t happen when Stiles turned fourteen a couple of months ago, but Stiles is still so wrapped up in figuring out whether he likes girls or boys or both that worrying about the lack of kissing in his life is kind of a non-priority.
“You don’t know that,” says Stiles. He’s lying on the floor shooting nerf darts at the ceiling and waiting for them to fall back down onto his face.
“Yes, I do,” says Scott. “I am going to die un-kissed and unloved.”
“Well, your mom loves you,” offers Stiles. “And I love you, man.”
“Okay,” amends Scott, “just un-kissed, then.”
“I can change that,” says Stiles. He sits up so that he can see Scott where he’s sprawled on Stiles’s bed.
“What?” says Scott, raising his head.
“Just to try it,” says Stiles. “It doesn’t have to be weird. But we can be each other’s first kisses. And then at least we’ve done it.”
Scott just looks at him, eyebrows furrowed like he’s thinking hard, and then he sits up and says, “Okay.”
Suddenly Stiles’s palms are clammy and he’s regretting the way his mouth often moves faster than his brain, because he hasn’t told Scott yet that he might like boys as well as girls, and what if he tells him later and Scott is weirded out when he remembers that Stiles was his first kiss? This is way too much pressure.
“Are you sure?” squeaks Stiles, curling his fingers into his thighs and rubbing his palms into the denim. “I mean—we don’t have to…”
“I want to know what it feels like,” says Scott and he sounds determined now. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and slides to the floor so that he’s sitting next to Stiles. He looks just as nervous as Stiles feels, which is only mildly reassuring.
“Do we just—”
“I guess we—”
Scott moves closer, close enough that Stiles can feel the heat from his body. Stiles jerks his head in a little, then stops, terrified. His heart is pounding. This is a terrible idea. This is Scott, Scott is his best friend. Stiles has complicated feelings about Scott. He doesn’t need to complicate them more—
And then Scott’s lips are on his and Stiles freezes.
He doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
In the end, Stiles just holds them in his lap. When he remembers, he closes his eyes. Scott’s lips are soft and warm and kind of chapped, and after a moment of just pressing their mouths together, Scott parts his lips; Stiles jumps like he’s been electrocuted at the tentative slick slide of tongue against the seam of his mouth.
They pull apart and Stiles feels hot all over, skin prickling, a flush settling in his cheeks. “We didn’t say anything about tongue,” Stiles says shakily.
“Sorry,” huffs Scott, his face softening into a sheepish smile. “I was curious. Do you want to try again?”
“Um,” says Stiles. He does, kind of. “Yeah, man. Lay it on me.”
So maybe they’re each other’s second and third kisses, too. Who’s really counting?
You know usually in fandoms for shows with bromances, the bromance is usually the most shipped pairing with the most fics ever. Never mind if either one or both of the bromance have significiant others.
Or the bromance is less of a bomance and more of an acidic temporary partnership. (See: Supernatural, Sherlock, Criminal Minds, > insert other relevant shows here <)
And then there’s Teen Wolf, and Scott and Stiles. Sure Scott has Allison, and Stiles likes Lydia, but these two have a history. They’re childhood friends. Stiles carries a spare inhaler around for Scott. “No Stiles” is one of the harshest punishment Melissa can think of for Scott. Stiles fucking flirts with Scott. And don’t get me started on the “I love you”, or the “You have me, life fulfilled” “Yeah but I always had you.”. Just don’t.
You know, this is basically all the shit fandom eats up and uses to prove true love for other ships.
And yet this fucking ship has so fucking few fics. Fuck I see more fics for Isaac/Stiles than Sciles. Isaac/Stiles. (And don’t get me started on Sterek. Or Scissac. Don’t.)
I mean I ship all of the above mention ships but I seriously do not get the lack of Scott/Stiles.
What the ever living fuck fandom?
Oh my god you took my post seriously. UNPOPULAR OPINIONS WITH SCILES SHIPPER TOFIXTHESHADOWS:
- “HAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING” <—tumblr user Clavicularity.
Not. Really. Scott is a laid back guy and when it comes to Stiles he’s especially submissive. Like, watch the show man. Every time Stiles reproves him, Scott ducks his head. Stiles tells him to do something and Scott doesn’t even argue, just goes along with it (except for Stiles’ suggestions of murder or negligent homicide, because Scott is a wet blanket over killing people and taking responsibility). Scott lets Stiles tie him up and pelt him with lacrosse balls knowing full well that Stiles is partly doing it to punish him. That’s impressive.
And Stiles? Is a bossy, possessive fucker who loves to be in control. Watch him. He has to give a little ground to people (like Derek) who are dangerous and willing to do him physical harm, but as soon as he has the advantage over them he jumps at the chance to put them in their place. He does it to Derek when Derek tries to intimidate him while hiding in his house, and Derek backs down. He dominates the space in the police van with Jackson and snarks at him because Jackson is tied up and can’t do anything. When Jackson is drugged, Stiles takes charge of the situation over Erica and Isaac and clearly loves it. He’s ecstatic when he gets the mountain ash to work because he’s finally the one doing something, and as we see, the feeling of being powerless and overwhelmed causes Stiles anxiety and brings him to the edge of panic attacks.
Add the fact that Scott is a powerful werewolf but would still let Stiles do anything he wanted to him? He gets off on that. So yeah. Scott bottoms. But even when he doesn’t, Stiles still kinda tops, you know? He can’t turn the bossiness off. And the instinct to do what Stiles says is practically ingrained after fifteen years of their friendship.
- Scott in any capacity is basically the most attentive lover like seriously he should win best boyfriend award. He’s sweet and romantic and does amazing things with his mouth, just ask Allison (“10/10 would bang again” -Allison Argent). He just loves to make his partner feel good and he’s totally receptive to whatever they want. The boy delivers okay.
- Scott just likes to have fun. Loves foreplay and taking his time. On the kinkier side of things he likes to feel safe and human, like he isn’t going to lose control, and like he gets to take a break from all the stress in his life, so he likes it when Stiles calls the shots. Also when the full moon rolls around he has a tendency to talk dirty. Full moon Scott is a saucy little minx.
- Scott fully wolfing out during sex would make Stiles a little nervous. He’s had too many close calls on his life (that started with Scott himself in the early days) for him to be totally cool with the whole thing.
Luckily this never happens because Scott doesn’t ever go beyond the yellow-eyed phase of the shift during sex. For one, he’s got way too much self control (he never even wolfed out on Allison when he was newly bitten), two, he would hate it and freak out way more than Stiles even would. Scott does not want to be a werewolf at all, so the last thing he wants to do is associate fun sexytimes with someone he loves with the state where he’s less than human and could most easily hurt them.
- …however, Stiles kind of enjoys being reminded of what Scott is in the form of yellow eyes or sharper teeth, because it adds an extra kick to the whole thing. Supernatural creature of the night giving me a blowjob? Hell yeah. Stiles is the Beastmaster.*
*Stiles was banned from making this joke ever again immediately after saying it.