#foreversciles

[scottstiles]

Every Sciles Touch 3x6 ☾ Motel California

[anomalagous]

what makes you think love will end when you know my whole life depends on you?

[stilesscott]

[saphyrenights]

Lights cigarette and takes a puff. So Sciles huh, we could have had it all.

We sure could have, nonnie. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.

There's always fanfic, fanart, and cool gifsets, though. And the memories. Always the memories...

[lozenger8]

School’s out for Summer over here, so even though it’s totally seasonally inappropriate for the US, I am writing a mini-Summer-Sciles ficlet. 

*

It’s tank top and shorts weather, and even still, Scott feels like he’s wearing too much. He wishes it were socially appropriate to walk around Beacon Hills naked, but he doesn’t want to get arrested. Again. Is there anything more humiliating than getting arrested by your best friend’s dad when your dick’s out? Probably. And he’s probably been through whichever situation it is, but he doesn’t want to invite the imagined memory all the same. He lazes on his couch, an electric fan whirring next to him and a mist spray bottle in hand’s reach. 

There’s a perfunctory knock at the door and then a blast of hot air. It could be any pack member, they all have keys and permission to cross through his wards, but it’s Stiles. He can tell by footfall, heartbeat, breathing patterns, and the heady mixture of chemo-signals that follow him wherever he goes.

“Scotty?” Stiles calls.

“Polo,” Scott answers back, lackadaisically flinging one hand into the air so it’s over top of the couch.

“I brought you ice cream,” Stiles. “Honeycomb and french vanilla.” Stiles stops in front of Scott. Stares. He has the same look of concentration on his face he gets when he’s trying to solve a riddle, and he smacks his lips together with a pop.

Scott pulls himself up, sits on one side of the couch so Stiles can sit next to him. Stiles hands him the cup of ice cream. Their fingers brush and Stiles smears condensation against Scott’s knuckles. 

“Did I ever tell you you’re my best friend and I’d do anything for you?” Scott says quietly, casually, but with feeling.

Stiles grins, his whole face lighting up like the burning hot sun outside. “Not for small acts of kindness,” he says. “Life and death situations. That one time I captured that spider for you. But not confectionery.”

“Well I want you to know it’s always true,” Scott says, emphatic. 

One of Stiles’ eyes blinks and the hollows of his cheeks take on a new, brighter shade of red. 

Stiles has peanut butter ice cream with reeses mini-cup mix-ins. It smells delectable. 

“Hey, can I have a taste?” Scott asks, nodding at his cup, too hot and bothered to ignore his wants.

“Sure.”

Scott leans in, but instead of digging his spoon into Stiles’ cup, kisses his lips and presses entry. Stiles melts into him, one hand coming to clutch at the strap of his tank top. The kiss is sweet literally and figuratively. Stiles kisses with purpose, and Scott kisses to explore.

When they pull apart, Scott smiles. “Delicious,” he murmurs. “Just like I imagined.”

“Oh my God,” Stiles says. “If I’d’ve known this is all it would take to seduce you, I would have tried years ago.”

“You should’ve,” Scott intones, kissing Stiles again with heat.

Scott doesn’t wear any other clothes for the rest of the day. But he doesn’t cool down either.

[imaginesciles]

headcanon time: sciles have known each other for so long once they start dating that they are kinda always fighting - well not fighting but commenting which is usually them sassing each other. anyway, when one of them does get their feelings hurt, he wouldn't say anything tho. like stiles made a "everybody knows that how stupid are you" comment and scott goes silent or when scott pokes fun at stiles for not being athletic at all and stiles sulks and avoids him the rest of the day

They sometimes forget that even though they’re joking and don’t really mean anything by it, it still hurts. They typically realize they crossed a line fairly quickly. They apologize and the apology is even accepted but it still hurts. They still love each other though.

[astron3ma]

I need you too. // for @scottstiles 

[quicklikelight]

Coda

This is part of the Sawdust & Snow universe.

“Vesta, c’mon, c’mere, here girl, hey, c’mon now -” Stiles tries, struggling to walk through the snow. 

“Vesta, here,” Scott says quietly, and she’s bounding to his side, used to the deep drifts despite the three years they’ve lived in California without a flake of snow. 

“Wha - uh - that’s - Vesta, really?” Stiles asks, offended, but Scott just laughs as he digs an old, worn key out of his pocket. He walks up the path that Ezra had shoveled for him and sticks the key in the lock. The door opens. He hesitates on the doorstep despite the cold, and Stiles, more thoughtful now than he ever was as a kid, hugs him from behind. 

“We can go home, you know,” he says seriously.

“We just got here -” 

“I know,” Stiles says. “But.” 

“We want to go to the Light festival,” Scott reminds him. 

“Sure. But.” 

“It’s stupid to be nervous about an empty cabin,” Scott says, voice cracking a little. 

“Not at all. But, even if it was - we could still go home. Right now.” 

Scott thinks about it, thinks about the sense of defeat he’d feel, thinks about the cozy Christmas they had planned, just the three of them.  Images race through his mind: snow angels, the northern lights, kissing Stiles, oatmeal, Vesta, sledding, a bear, a witch, knee high socks, a whole winter of them. 

Sawdust. 

“We might as well. We’re never going to get it back,” he says quietly. Tears freeze in his eyes as the wind howls around them. Vesta sits at his feet, and Stiles protects his back. 

“Get what back, sweetheart?” Stiles asks, sounding confused. 

“That winter. We’ll never - no matter what we do here, it’ll never be that time again. Even if it’s just us.” 

“Scotty, baby, listen to me,” Stiles says, turning Scott around gently to face him. “Of course we won’t, sweetheart. That winter - I mean, there are parts of it neither of us want to get back, aren’t there? There are parts of it that still creep me out! And they aren’t just the parts you’re thinking of - the stillness out here, the way you bled when you cut yourself without healing right up, the lack of real cream for coffee - it wasn’t all good, and we both know it. But the good parts. Scott, the good parts? We’re replicating all the time. We’re making moments like that all the time, together.” 

“They aren’t just like that, Stiles, they’re - the moments, they’re different -” 

“Because we’re different baby. You’re different. What you’re feeling… I think I understand it.” 

Scott looks at him a little skeptically despite himself. 

“No, I do. I think about it too - when we were in high school, and everything was - god, everything was changing so much, we were in danger all the time, and we were constantly growing, evolving, becoming something new. Growth. That’s - it happened to you here. For years, nothing, and then I come along and -” 

“It was like the sun,” Scott finishes, and Stiles blushes red, redder than his cheeks already were. “You came and it was like seeing the sun for the first time in years.” 

“And you grew, baby. You pulled yourself up, out of the hole you’d been in, and you - damn it Scott, you made it. You never thought you would but you made it.” 

“Only because of you -” 

“No, because of you. Because you saw an opportunity and you reached for it. You saw life, and you grabbed it with both hands. That was you, Scott.” 

“And now it’s just…” Scott trails off. 

“Now it’s just life,” Stiles says, a little sad. 

“It’s good,” Scott says instantly, and Stiles shakes his head. 

“Sure it is. But it’s - it can’t always be the sun coming out after years of darkness.  Sometimes it’s just - getting up, going to class or work, coming home, playing with Vesta, seeing our friends - sometimes it’s normal.” 

“I had hoped -” 

“You had hoped maybe you’d feel it again?” Stiles ventures, and hugs him tight when Scott nods his head, slow and hesitant. 

Scott clings, despite their puffy coats making it impossible to feel Stiles’ body heat, to feel any of him at all really. He still clings. 

“We can’t go back,” Stiles whispers, and Scott nods. “And you know, deep down, you wouldn’t really want to. But you know what we can do?” 

“Go home?” Scott guesses, and Stiles laughs. 

“We can go home, sure. Or - stay with me now - we can go forward.” 

Scott straightens and  looks him in the eyes, soft brown and sweeter with crinkled lines out to the sides of them. 

“We can’t go back, but we can go forward,” Scott repeats, like a mantra. 

“We can’t visit the past. We can’t undo what’s been done, and we can’t get back those feelings we felt when we were here the first time. But -” 

“We can make new memories,” Scott says, voice growing stronger as he talks. His heart lifts a bit. “We can, and we will, and they might - they might not ever be as strong -” 

“But those little moments, they’re important too.” Stiles takes off his gloves despite the cold, and puts warm hands on either side of Scott’s face. He kisses him, just a soft, sweet brush of his lips. “See?” he asks. “We’re making new memories right now.”

“I’m not sure I get it,” Scott says, and waits for Stiles’ eyes to narrow. “Kiss me again, just to make sure?” 

Stiles laughs, and kisses him again, and overhead, the clouds break open.

Snow.