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[live1972-deactivated20151203]

hey bro…u awake? can i hold your hand…..i had a nightmare

[mcclaws]

alright so i know i owe withoutclaws & alreadybatman a reply but other than that i think?? that's it?? i apologize for the lack of activity on this account. scott is still a fresh muse and im getting used to his character!

[baetawolfarchive-blog]

and once you start, you won't stop.

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[mcclaws]

( didntvolunteer )

                     ❝ I’m just sick of not being able to understand..              to not —— to not be able to rely on my friends for the truth. ❞

     The music from the previous night       was the closest she really got to       'feeling the buzz' and, honestly, it felt       pretty good; a lack of control, sure       — but also a sens of release.

❝ We made a MISTAKE, not telling you anything.  All of us were     just --  scared.   Peter has this way of getting into your head.     Sometimes literally.   He's  dangerous,   Malia.   He'll preach     about family, how murdering other people was JUSTIFIED.

He'll refer to you & Derek as his daughter & nephew, as if those terms are supposed to tell someone that those people are more valuable to him. But he killed his own niece          your cousin                                  because it was convenient                       for him to become an ALPHA. ❞

[gay4tylerposey-blog]

[mcclaws]

( postvoided )

He can’t sleep.   Not  like  that’s  anything  new —  unlike the bed  he’s  currently  sleeping in.   His newly  acquired room in the  McCall  house  just hasn’t  quite  sunk in,   and  if the jittery feeling the slide of new sheets feels against  his skin wasn’t keeping him awake,   then the fact that sleeping just sucks now is probably the main culprit.

                                                              — It’s an excuse, at least.

That’s  what   he  determines  when  he climbs  out  of   his  bed with a frown,   padding with    (attempted)    silent  steps  across the hall to  Scott’s  room.    He slips in  easily,     knowing exactly where to avoid creaky floorboards,   and  crawls into bed beside Scott.     He  thinks  the  other’s sleeping   — for   now —   but that doesn’t stop him from getting comfortable,   pulling the blankets up over him and settling in next to him. Yeah.   Now this is more like it.    He makes a satisfied noise,   turning  on his  side,   and means to close his eyes but he ends up watching Scott instead, mouth  the  softest  of  smiles.   Until he realizes that the other is definitely awake. 

❝ My bad, dude. I didn’t mean to wake you up. ❞

Scott doesn't like to dream.  Even ordinary, non-death-induced dreams, including those which are not nightmares,  implement a vivid  sense of upcoming doom.   He could be in a bouncy house in Russia with Stiles and his dad and there'd still be a rain cloud looming in the distance, or an urge to unsheathe his claws and dig them into the inflated plastic.

So  maybe  it's  a relief to hear Stiles attempting to sneak into his bedroom, seamlessly pulling him out of an uncomfortably vague dream. By the time he opens his eyes, Stiles is across from him, warmth flowing through the sheets surrounding them both. Scott yawns, shrugging his body into a stretch.

                   ❝ S'fine. Your heartbeat gave you away.                              What's wrong? It's not too cold in there, is it?                                                 We've got spare blankets in the closet. ❞

[shybat-deactivated20190807]

*romantically calls you dude*

[postvoidedarchive-blog]

They share twin bursts of excitement,    the  kind that almost makes  you want to  scream — squeal ? — when  the thought tickles  at  your  throat.   Stiles grins instead,   because he is  NOT about to squeal,   and  then  punches  Scott’s shoulder. ❝ Dude,   you are  not  getting  rid of me when college starts. The love train is still going full steam even when we’re doing keg   stands   and   playing  beer  pong. ❞    Because   that’s obviously the most important thing about college.

❝ Even after college, man. We’re getting married.   Here, wait. ❞ He drops down to one knee — embarrassing — and grabs Scott’s hand while he stares up at him with every bit of ADORATION and love he can manage. 

❝ Scott McCall, will you have a sleepover with me — forever? ❞

[mcclaws]

It's  probably  a moot point to mention Scott's inability to actually acquire inebriation, so he doesn't bother with the reminder. He's obviously still going to play beer pong, whether or not he drinks the alcohol. You can't graduate college without winning a game -- everyone knows that. 

He's about to respond but he sort of -- forgets what he was going to say when Stiles gets on one knee, holy shit he's embarrassing, and a quick survey of the halls shows an influx of students who literally do not bat an eye at the boys' shenanigans.

Still, Scott being Scott, he laughs off Stiles' faux-romantic overtures with a shove to his shoulder.   He pulls him up,  grinning with fond exasperation, and says, 

           ❝ Yeah, okay, just get off of the floor.                 You don't even wanna know what                 kinda stuff I can smell down there. ❞

[sjefastrid]

                                 i c h o s e you.                                  but the funny thing is —                                  so did d e a t h.

[troubledxteenagers]

Rooftop Romance AU; Muse A moves into a new house in a strange town. Their bedroom overlooks another house that’s within reaching distance from their window. Muse A notices the person that lives in the opposite house (Muse B) and falls in love. They spend their nights sitting on their rooftops talking beneath the stars, sharing stories from their past, laughing, tears and cuddles.

[durianquotes]

That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.

Haruki Murakami (via durianquotes)

[mcclaws]

( postvoided )

He’s not quite sure when  the  joking stops and when the legitimate  discussion about sex happens.  Scott probably doesn’t know either;   it’s  just  the  nature of  their relationship.   Stiles  raises  an  eyebrow  at  the other, crossing his arms over his chest.

❝ You should  k n o w  by now that I’m hardly a vanilla kinda guy. Come on, Scott. ❞   He  knows  Scott  tried to change the subject, so he continues on with a wink: ❝ The PS3 has already been  lovingly packed away. I just  need   someone   to  help  me   move  everything.      — Specifically  someone with  werewolf strength. ❞                                                              AKA: I’m a lazy ass. 

Oh, Scott knows that Stiles isn't a vanilla guy. Even if he  DIDN'T  have the  ability  to  hear  Stiles'  heart race in response to certain stimuli or words, they've been best friends for way too long -- have over-shared to the point of no return. & with all of that information? Yeah.  Scott can DEFINITELY conclude that Stiles is far from basic.

He huffs out a sigh of amusement, eyes bright.

          ❝ Okay, okay. I'll come over after school.❞

Bubbles of excitement roll around in his chest.

          ❝ That's one of the  last  times I'll have to  say  that.               Because you'll ALREADY be over. Like an infinite               sleepover. Or until we go to college, at least. ❞

           As if they won't dorm together there, too.

[mcclaws]

( didntvolunteer )

                                   ❝ ѕ σ в є я. ❞

                     which is honestly the last thing she                      wants to feel right now. the events of                      the previous night have been hitting                      her in waves, added weight to the                      friction she’s already carrying. maybe                      scott got let off with the lesser end of                      the stick, but right now she doesn’t care;                      it wasn’t scott she trusted the most.

              ❝ You're going to feel like that for a while.                  We can't get drunk. Believe me, it's not                  worth it anyway. ❞

He thinks of his father.  The sheriff.   Friends &   students  who  have  been  destroyed  by alcoholism. Extreme cases, sure. But she's better than that.

[mcclaws]

( deathradar )

⊰ ☾             ❛ my grandmother drove meredith crazy                            trying to understand her own abilties.                            —— literally. revenge, maybe ? ❜

             ❝ Maybe.  I mean,  if anything,  wouldn't she                  just want revenge on other  banshees  ?                   How do the other supernatural creatures                  come into play? Unless she's just...                                                  lumping us all together. ❞

[mcclaws]

( alreadybatman )

" Is something wrong with me?          What’s wrong with you!                  Put the fucking bat down                             do you even play baseball?!”         [ he didn’t come all the way just               to have to go home and change his                     pants because mccall got swing happy                                 with a bat ]

           ❝ Do you even play baseball?                                          You have one too ! ❞

He slides the bat back to  its  original position of leaning against the wall, a little ways away from the window.

           ❝ Seriously,   man.   Why are you here?                Don't tell me you found another dead                body.  That didn't work out so well for                us the FIRST time. ❞

[mcclaws]

( postvoided )

Oh.  Oh.  Stiles is confused  for  0.2  seconds  before  he  realizes what he said, and then what Scott said.   He  coughs  to  hide his initial   shock,   before  sliding  straight into his natural role:  huge suggestive   asshole.   ❝ Haven’t   you  watched porn?   We don’t need a bed.   It’s  called   creativity. ❞   He  might  be  suggesting wall sex, but they’re also not being serious, but he’s still definitely suggesting  wall  sex.   Or  against  the  window sex, even though he’s lacking in the curtain department, too. Haha. Nice.

          [ Now he’s not so sure how serious he is anymore. ]

❝ And come on, when have I ever been patient? ❞

Scott rolls his eyes, lips fighting to keep back a dopey grin by pursing slightly.

        ❝ Of course I've watched porn. I just figured you'd            want our first time to be a little more . . .  vanilla. ❞ 

First  times should  ALWAYS  edge on the side of vanilla, in Scott's opinion. Whether it's your first love, second love,                          ( or best friend of ten+ years. )

        ❝ Definitely never. When are you moving your stuff,            anyway? I've been wanting to play the Uncharted            series and you have the PS3. ❞

[mcclaws]

withoutclaws

Derek's name is no longer on the list. Instead,  in its pristine, signature font:

Stiles Stiinski 15

           ❝ Stiles -- ? What the hell is that                         supposed to mean? Why is your name -- ❞

He's having  difficulty  breathing out the question he already knows the ANSWER to.  A heavy stone of discomfort settles into his stomach & explodes with  heat,   anger unfurling through his veins and seeping into his EYES.

                                                ❝ Where is he. ❞