first kisses (scott/stiles, pg)

canistakahari:

Based on this adorable art, though Scott and Stiles are both fourteen in this ficlet. For Daunt, who had a rough day, and is one of the few people I write Scott/Stiles for:

Scott and Stiles are each other’s first kisses.


It happens in Stiles’s bedroom, about a week after Scott’s fourteenth birthday. (Mrs McCall took them to Laser Tag, where she soundly trounced them both by about twenty kills, and then Cheesecake Factory, where she let them eat as much as they wanted.)

“Man, I am never going to get kissed,” moans Scott. Apparently turning fourteen has made this a genuine problem that requires a solution rather than just a passing concern; this didn’t happen when Stiles turned fourteen a couple of months ago, but Stiles is still so wrapped up in figuring out whether he likes girls or boys or both that worrying about the lack of kissing in his life is kind of a non-priority. 

“You don’t know that,” says Stiles. He’s lying on the floor shooting nerf darts at the ceiling and waiting for them to fall back down onto his face.

“Yes, I do,” says Scott. “I am going to die un-kissed and unloved.”

“Well, your mom loves you,” offers Stiles. “And I love you, man.”

“Okay,” amends Scott, “just un-kissed, then.”

“I can change that,” says Stiles. He sits up so that he can see Scott where he’s sprawled on Stiles’s bed.

“What?” says Scott, raising his head.

“Just to try it,” says Stiles. “It doesn’t have to be weird. But we can be each other’s first kisses. And then at least we’ve done it.”

Scott just looks at him, eyebrows furrowed like he’s thinking hard, and then he sits up and says, “Okay.”

Suddenly Stiles’s palms are clammy and he’s regretting the way his mouth often moves faster than his brain, because he hasn’t told Scott yet that he might like boys as well as girls, and what if he tells him later and Scott is weirded out when he remembers that Stiles was his first kiss? This is way too much pressure.

“Are you sure?” squeaks Stiles, curling his fingers into his thighs and rubbing his palms into the denim. “I mean—we don’t have to…”

“I want to know what it feels like,” says Scott and he sounds determined now. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and slides to the floor so that he’s sitting next to Stiles. He looks just as nervous as Stiles feels, which is only mildly reassuring.

“Do we just—”

“I guess we—”

Scott moves closer, close enough that Stiles can feel the heat from his body. Stiles jerks his head in a little, then stops, terrified. His heart is pounding. This is a terrible idea. This is Scott, Scott is his best friend. Stiles has complicated feelings about Scott. He doesn’t need to complicate them more

And then Scott’s lips are on his and Stiles freezes.

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

In the end, Stiles just holds them in his lap. When he remembers, he closes his eyes. Scott’s lips are soft and warm and kind of chapped, and after a moment of just pressing their mouths together, Scott parts his lips; Stiles jumps like he’s been electrocuted at the tentative slick slide of tongue against the seam of his mouth.

They pull apart and Stiles feels hot all over, skin prickling, a flush settling in his cheeks. “We didn’t say anything about tongue,” Stiles says shakily.

“Sorry,” huffs Scott, his face softening into a sheepish smile. “I was curious. Do you want to try again?”

“Um,” says Stiles. He does, kind of. “Yeah, man. Lay it on me.”

So maybe they’re each other’s second and third kisses, too. Who’s really counting? 

salkjdjkfHELEN  

HELEN oh my god;;; helen what- this is SO CUTE IT’S PERFECT!  Wow, I am so spoiled;;; THANK YOU so much it’s really completely perfect and I don’t- Like….just- how did I get such amazing friends??

canistakahari:

Our Teen Wolf panel at Wincon! Look at the gorgeous custom-made hoodies printed for us by the fab UnicornEmpire! The panel was tons of fun, and there were a lot of feels about Derek Hale and his face.
I’d put up the photo of us facing forward, so you can see the Beacon Hills Wolves logo Daunt designed, but I don’t know how my fellow panelists feel about their faces on tumblr, so. BELIEVE ME, THE FRONT IS GREAT TOO! :D

OUR HOODIES!  8D
DUDE THEY LOOKED AMAZING. SERIOUSLY. Ahhh many huge thanks to AMBER for getting them to us in time for the panel.  We were all squeaking and seal clapping over them. <3
There is talk of offering these for sale, too! :D  

canistakahari:

Our Teen Wolf panel at Wincon! Look at the gorgeous custom-made hoodies printed for us by the fab UnicornEmpire! The panel was tons of fun, and there were a lot of feels about Derek Hale and his face.

I’d put up the photo of us facing forward, so you can see the Beacon Hills Wolves logo Daunt designed, but I don’t know how my fellow panelists feel about their faces on tumblr, so. BELIEVE ME, THE FRONT IS GREAT TOO! :D

OUR HOODIES!  8D

DUDE THEY LOOKED AMAZING. SERIOUSLY. Ahhh many huge thanks to AMBER for getting them to us in time for the panel.  We were all squeaking and seal clapping over them. <3

There is talk of offering these for sale, too! :D  

Shiver (Derek/Stiles, PG-13)

canistakahari:

Title: Shiver (1707 words) written for daunt
Author: canistakahari
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Summary: Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

FOR DAUNT, to cheer her up. She wanted sharing warmth and fall and kisses and stuff. <3 

/)*n*(\ OH MY WORD;;;

I love you darling, ahhhh~ *RUNS TO READ*  

*BRACING SELF FOR PERFECTION*

canistakahari:

canistakahari:

totallyshameless:

“You are so bossy.”  Some random McKirk I livestreamed a while ago.  I cleaned it up a bit but I think this is as finished as it will get, forgive the scrawl. ANYWAYS. UGH I LOVE THEM. 8|

As far as Jim  is concerned, when it comes to sex, clothes are basically just an inconvenient but easily defeated series of obstacles. As long as they’re not impeding access to Leonard’s ass or dick or maybe his nipples, then honestly, Jim doesn’t care to what extent they’re removed. 
It means that situations like this happen more often than not, with Leonard pinned flat to the floor with his shirt around his neck and his pants tugged down around his thighs. 
“How romantic,” mutters Leonard. 
“What?” huffs Jim, a laugh in his voice. 
“Gonna have carpet-burn on my face.”
Apparently Jim’s solution to this is simply winding his fingers into Leonard’s hair and tugging his head up. The edging-on-desperate whine Leonard makes in response is whole-heartedly embarrassing.
“You just gonna lie on top of me all night?” he demands, his cheeks burning. “‘Cause I could just lie in bed with stuff piled on top of me and achieve the same effect.”
“Patience,” says Jim. He slips an arm down to hug Leonard around the chest, bringing their bodies flush in a snug grip. “You lack it.”
“Your face,” snaps Leonard. “Dangerously close to my elbow.”

I don’t mean to pimp myself or whevs but I’m drunk and don’t actively give a shit, so: I actually wrote a full-length fic for this eventually and it’s here.

Can we all just agree that I am a giant penis and neglected to direct you all to the GLORIOUS FANFIC canis wrote based on my art?  I am so sorry for not doing it sooner! After being such a diehard fan of her work this is like&#8230;.fantasy land for me or something, ahhhhhh-Follow the link above!

canistakahari:

canistakahari:

totallyshameless:

“You are so bossy.”  Some random McKirk I livestreamed a while ago.  I cleaned it up a bit but I think this is as finished as it will get, forgive the scrawl. ANYWAYS. UGH I LOVE THEM. 8|

As far as Jim  is concerned, when it comes to sex, clothes are basically just an inconvenient but easily defeated series of obstacles. As long as they’re not impeding access to Leonard’s ass or dick or maybe his nipples, then honestly, Jim doesn’t care to what extent they’re removed. 

It means that situations like this happen more often than not, with Leonard pinned flat to the floor with his shirt around his neck and his pants tugged down around his thighs. 

“How romantic,” mutters Leonard. 

“What?” huffs Jim, a laugh in his voice. 

“Gonna have carpet-burn on my face.”

Apparently Jim’s solution to this is simply winding his fingers into Leonard’s hair and tugging his head up. The edging-on-desperate whine Leonard makes in response is whole-heartedly embarrassing.

“You just gonna lie on top of me all night?” he demands, his cheeks burning. “‘Cause I could just lie in bed with stuff piled on top of me and achieve the same effect.”

“Patience,” says Jim. He slips an arm down to hug Leonard around the chest, bringing their bodies flush in a snug grip. “You lack it.”

“Your face,” snaps Leonard. “Dangerously close to my elbow.”

I don’t mean to pimp myself or whevs but I’m drunk and don’t actively give a shit, so: I actually wrote a full-length fic for this eventually and it’s here.

Can we all just agree that I am a giant penis and neglected to direct you all to the GLORIOUS FANFIC canis wrote based on my art? I am so sorry for not doing it sooner!

After being such a diehard fan of her work this is like….fantasy land for me or something, ahhhhhh-

Follow the link above!

And thus begins the round robin~!  First writing round belongs to Affectingly.  :)

Part 1 by Affectingly
Part 2 by Canistakahari
Part 3 by Seanchaid 
Part 4 by Affectingly
Part 5 by Canistakahari (NC-17 from here on out)
Part 6 by Seanchaid 
Part 7 by MOI  (very NSFW)