morning comes, sometimes with a smile, written for @hedwig-dordt. Title from “This Old Love” by Lior because it’s one of my 209 sciles anthems. Featuring: college Scott/Stiles friends to lovers. Rated G.
Stiles is lying on the couch, snoring. It’s a persistent hum and then a snort, kind of like a bear with a party whistle between its lips. His legs are dangling off one of the armrests, his head is close to the floor. He’s hugging his bed pillow against his chest, even though he appears to only be wearing a thin tank top and his boxers. He’s a human disaster.
The swell of affection Scott feels in that moment blindsides him.