#scilesweek

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Let's be kids again

Sciles Week Day #3: Lacrosse this is for @scilesweek!!

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Scott and Stiles

Visual: Winter

From 3x24. The Divine Move

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Sciles Week wrap up

It took a while, but it's here! To start, I want to thank everyone that participated this year! I'm always so happy seeing more content for our two boys :D

And since we understand how life can be hectic and how sometimes we can't participate in events when they are happening, we accept works both here and in our collection in AO3 until the end of October! So if you still want to catch up or still have ideas of works for them, don't be afraid of tagging #scilesweek23 and marking us @scilesweek! See you next year with another Sciles Week!

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dear world, i have never been about anger. i have always been about love.      sincerely, red. —aditi rao hydari

↳ @scilesweek day 1: favourite colors

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sciles week (day 6) → favorite scenes

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Episode: s03e06 Motel California, Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Stiles Stilinski Loves Scott McCall, Friendship, Missing Scene Summary:

You're someone. You're-- Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother, all right? So... So, if you're gonna do this, then...I think you're just gonna have to take me with you.

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The Fabulists

Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski

14.5k, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen and Up, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Animal Death, 5+1 Things, Codependency, Mutual Pining, Self-Esteem Issues, Depression, Communication Issues, Nogitsune Trauma, Berserker trauma, The Love Is Requited They're Just Idiots, there are no bad guys just different coping mechanisms, oh and also the bad guys lol

Five animals Scott is good with, and one he isn’t.

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Whose shirt is it?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sciles Week day 7: What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word count: 928

‘Dude, that’s my shirt!’ Stiles said, looking at the top Scott had on. Scott looked down at it, then back up at Stiles.

‘Uh, I don’t know what you mean.’ He said, looking around at his pack as they stood in his kitchen.

‘That shirt is totally mine. I’ve been looking for it for weeks. Have you had it the whole time?’ Stiles demanded, moving closer.

‘You must have left it here, then. It was in my room.’ Stiles narrowed his eyes at Scott.

‘And you just didn’t notice it was with your stuff this whole time or that it was mine when you pulled it out this morning? Even though I’ve been talking about trying to find it for weeks?’ Scott bit his lip, trying to think of a better cover story.

‘I thought you meant a different top.’ Scott could’ve smacked himself.

‘A different top? A different light blue top with a picture of the Beatles and the words The Beatles inside a cloud?’ Stiles asked sarcastically.

‘Um… yes?’ Scott tried, and Stiles threw up his hands.

‘Just tell me why you stole my shirt – ’

‘Because it smells like you!’ Scott blurted out, before his eyes widened in embarrassment.

‘It… what?’ Stiles asked, confused and lost for words. In any other circumstances Scott would be proud of rendering Stiles speechless – it was a rare occurrence.

‘I…’ Scott didn’t know where to go from here.

‘Well, I think that’s our cue to leave.’ Lydia piped up from behind Stiles, and Scott vaguely heard murmurs of assent from the rest of the pack as they moved out of the kitchen, and then out of the house. ‘We’ll just… meet you guys at the lake.’ Lydia said before she followed.

It was spring break and the weather was nice, so they were heading up to Lydia’s family lake house for the day. Well, that was the plan.

‘What do you mean, it smells like me?’ Stiles asked once they were alone, and Scott wanted to shrug the question off, but he knew Stiles wouldn’t accept that. Stiles took his hand, giving it a squeeze. ‘Come on, Scott. I’m not gonna make fun of you, just tell me.’

‘I… I took it just after you escaped from Eichen House.’ Scott admitted. ‘We had no idea how to help you, save you, and you weren’t you– the last time I’d seen you before you checked yourself in… you didn’t smelllike yourself and after I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that. But I think I was so happy you were back after going missing that I didn’t want to question it. But you were gone again and I… I went to your room, I just wanted to… I don’t know what I wanted, but this top was there and it smelled like you, and I missed you, so I… I took it.’

He stared at Stiles, who was looking sad now at the reminder of all they been through recently. It had been weeks since they’d separated Stiles and the Nogitsune, destroying it, nearly losing Allison and Aiden to the Oni. Today was supposed to be a good day, a day for them to just be together as a pack and have fun. But when he’d gotten up that morning, for some reason, he’d needed that extra comfort he’d gotten from the shirt, so he’d slipped it on.

‘I… Scott, you could have told me.’ Stiles said, before pulling him into a hug. Scott clung to him, before Stiles pulled back slightly to press a quick kiss to Scott’s lips. ‘Now… does it have to be this top specifically, or is it just anything that smells like me?’

Scott looked at him, then down at the top.

‘I mean, this is just the one I picked that day, and I just kept it. But I guess, it could be anything that smells like you – why?’

Stiles stepped back, then stripped off his top. Scott’s eyes widened.

‘Dude, what are you doing? We’re in the kitchen and mum’s upstairs in bed!’ Scott exclaimed, and Stiles chuckled.

‘Get your mind out of the gutter, Scott. Now c’mon – get that top off. Here.’ He held out the top he’d just been wearing, and Scott realised what he was doing. He dropped his bag to the floor, then pulled the Beatles top off, holding it out for Stiles to take, and accepting the top Stiles held. He pulled it over his head, inhaling the smell of Stiles that clung to it – he realised it had really faded on the other top since he first found it.

‘From now on, if you want one of my tops or anything that smells like me, just ask. What’s mine is yours.’ Stiles said. ‘Hmm, this kinda smells like you. It’s nice.’

Scott smiled.

‘Well, if what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours too.’ Scott told him, and Stiles grinned at him.

‘I like the sound of that.’ Scott grinned back, before reaching out and snagging Stiles by the waist, pulling him back in for a kiss.

They were a little late to the lake, and they caught some ribbing from the rest of the pack especially since they had swapped shirts. But when Stiles glanced over at Scott when everyone was discussing some inane topic and saw Scott ducking his head to catch the scent that clung to the top, he smiled.

He’d give Scott all of his shirts if it made him feel better, made him happy. And he knew Scott would do the same.