(because i realized it was too long to be up without a cut after i posted it. ALSO TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY FORMATTING I’M SORRY ABOUT THE LACK OF HARD ENTERS, GUYS. WHAT THE SHIT.):
consistently-unsure asked: *chinhands* tell me all about your scott/stiles feels, please?
well, I MEAN, IF YOU’RE GONNA TWIST MY ARM
so i think they’ve been touching forever, right, curling up together watching movies and stiles’ head in scott’s lap during marathon gaming sessions, scott crawling into stiles’ bed during sleepovers and stiles flexing his hands at his sides when he’s stressed like he wants to reach out and can’t, won’t, doesn’t know how until scott catches the motion and hugs him. i think they’ve always been that way, and i don’t think there’s ever been anything romantic about it, because it started when they were too young to even see romance as a possibility and then they were teenagers but they were still just them, you know, just scott and stiles, and neither one of them ever thought about it.
and then scott starts dating allison and it’s not that stiles is jealous, exactly. it’s not that he’s jealous because scott is happy and that’s awesome and allison is awesome and THAT’S awesome and nothing has changed, not really. scott’s still easy with affection, wrapping an arm around stiles’ shoulder during lunch or tackle-hugging him during a practice lacrosse session, and stiles always knew this would happen, that they’d find people—other people—and things would get different, get sexy, get into stuff they couldn’t share. but he’s not really kidding when he tells scott his newfound heroism is attractive to him, and he’s not kidding at all when he asks if scott wants to try making out a little, because it’s not that he’s jealous of allison about anything except the kissing thing. because now that he sees scott kissing someone? he can’t help but wonder what it would be to kiss scott himself, to press his mouth against lips that would probably break apart in a laugh halfway through and be rendered unkissable, to hear scott’s breath catch the way it does when stiles finds himself reduced to tickling scott into submission for the sake of stealing the remote from him. he can’t help but wonder about it a lot. in fact, it might be accurate to say that stiles is wondering about that all the time, staring at the back of scott’s neck in chemistry and then breaking his pencil in half when he’s called on, walking a few steps behind him in the hall and feeling simultaneously good-dirty and horrible-person-dirty about the way he’s surreptitiously checking out his best bro’s ass.
