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@intangiblemorale
One.
"Oh, wow - can’t have that, now, can we?" Allison laughed, with the slightest roll of her eyes. “Sure. What do you need help with?"
"Thank you, Allison. You are a gem." Scott smiled as he sat on the bed beside her and flipped the large thick book open to it's desired page. "History. I heard you have a A in that class."
Five.
Hailey giggled, winding a finger around a blonde curl. “It’s a daily thing, isn’t it?" she replied, the laugh in her voice before she offered her hand. " ‘m Hailey, by the way."
Scott nodded merely in reply. "It takes a lot of work to be this beautiful. Probably around six to seven hours each day. Would it be hard to believe this all natural?"
Five.
Bud? She raised a brow. “I uh- Just a little lost that’s all" She shrugged and offered him a small smile.
Scott returned the smile all the while making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. "What are you looking for?" He asked in a hushed tone.
derek, stiles, jackson
Fuck, Marry, Kiss. Send me three names.
FUCK: Derek. MARRY: Stiles. KISS: Jackson.
One.
Scott let a distraught sigh pass his lips as she slumped forward in his desk chair. These past couple weeks have been so stressful with both the supernatural world and reality. Sometimes Scott wondered why he was even in it to begin with. Foolishness. If Scott didn't go into the forest with Stiles that one night he won't be what he was now -- a werewolf. And maybe he won't be shoved into this world he wanted nothing to do with. None the less, for some strange reason Stiles was coming over. Scott was unsure of the reasoning behind this. All he got was Stiles texting him saying I'm coming over. Have some clothes on. So this did peak Scott's interest but knowing their current situation it was probably about the slaughter taking place.
Five.
"Is there something I can help you with, bud?" A eyebrow quirked in the strangers general direction as Scott awaited for his response, that was if he was going to get one.
F,M,K. Allison,Lydia,Derek
Fuck, Marry, Kiss. Send me three names.
FUCK: Lydia. MARRY: Allison. KISS: Derek.
FUCK, MARRY, KISS. SEND ME 3 NAMES.
+6 entered the loft
Derika rolled her eyes heavenwards, and she thought Stiles was annoying. She crossed her arms before she let herself lean her shoulder onto the wall he was occupying. “I really don’t hate to disappoint, I don’t have any food. You’re wasting your time McCall." She raised an eyebrow as she let her eyes follow him before looking away carelessly.
"You got to be joking." Scott mumbled to himself at the mention of her having no food. "What do you eat than?" He asked as he now turned his full attention to Derika knowing full well that what she said was in fact true.
"So, Subway it is?"
"Yes, please."
Five.
Layla glanced down at her feet with a small sigh. “I’m sorry, Scott. I’m still trying to get used to this whole…human thing and realizing that people have emotions. It’s hard for me. I’m sorry."
Scott chuckled very faintly before picking up his head and glancing in her general direction as a very small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really need to understand when someone is just pulling your string." Scott mused as he leaned his body up against a near by flag pole.
"What would you rather have, then? I always expected you to like the 74 percentile, low end, burger joints that have rumors that they use horse meat."
"Junk food is good every now and again, yes, but I like healthy food too. If I eat burgers, pizza, and just over all food that is bad for you I'll get fat. No thanks."
"Don’t bring Danny to this conversation, McCall. And you’r right, I’m lucky Danny wants to be in the same room as me, he opened my eyes to a lot of things. If you want to attack me, don’t go that low."
"Ethan, relax. It's not like I'm planning on murdering him while you sleep. Plus, you've had one night with the guy and before that you've never even spoken to him. Do you really fall in love that quickly? ...I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Your brother is acting the same with Lydia."
I want two Stiles relationships; brother and boyfriend. Even though I'm probably the only person in the fandom that ships them as lovers. #YOLO.
-- intangiblemorale
Allison had been driving down an empty road, going to change the station on the radio, taking her eyes off of the road for a split second. But that second caused her to crash into something, a deer. Screaming, she slammed on the brakes as the glass of her windshield broke, cutting her arms and hands as she looked out of her car in terror. “Oh my gosh.."
Scott was searching the woods for any sign of danger or dead bodies. For the past couple of weeks now people have gone missing and their bodies would end up scattered through out the forest. Even though it wasn't Scott's job to help get rid of the bodies he knew he had to do something. Curse his helpful spirit. So far he was lucky not to find anything. While he was searching there was this one thing he couldn't get out of his mind: Allison. His ex-girlfriend. He knew fully well Allison was capable of defending herself but there was always that little voice in the back of Scott's mind telling him to watch over her. They have been over for several months now but there was always going to be that little section of his heart that would always love the brave brunette. He believed that would never change. Scott had been out for over two hours now and everything seemed peaceful. The cool air beat against his pale skin as the sound of leaves crushing beneath his boots echoed in his ear but than he heard something he wasn't expecting. The sound of tires screeching against the pavement, glass shattering, and a car stopping abruptly. Feeling Scott's heart jump he sprinted toward the direction of the crash only to find out seconds later, from the license plate, that it was Allison "God no.." From the distance Scott could see a... deer through the windshield? That was a little odd. He ran up to the car, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open. A look of panic on his face. "Allison! Are you okay?" His eyes began to wonder all over her body in search for any serious injury.
"Scott, it’s too early for you to be here…"
Scott scuffed lightly as his arms crossed over his broad chest. "It's one in the afternoon.."
