katikat | Teen Wolf Fic Rec

"defuse your private bomb" by scottsredhoodie | Scott/Stiles | There is no world, no universe anywhere, where Scott would let Stiles die. He said he'd do something. And he does. | ~3.200 words

It's not really awkward, at least not in the way it's maybe supposed to be; they've always been like this, crushingly close and unafraid of touch, and there's no shame in how they slot together on Scott's bed, no embarrassment except for the almost-tumble Scott takes when he inches too far towards the edge of the mattress as he tries to arrange himself over Stiles, but it's alright because Stiles just smiles and huffs a laugh. "Werewolves," he says, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily, making the bruise-dark shadows underneath them look somehow less. "Such majestic creatures."

This fic made me insanely happy. It's sweet and funny and hot and after the latest ep, I really needed some Sciles loving... *_*