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itsericareyes:

@ouralphamccall

Erica literally bounced up to the animal clinic because she’d decked herself out in a leotard, fishnet stockings, bunny ears and a puffy tail. In her hands, she had a basket filled with letters she’d written with Melissa, and some she’d made on her own, each of them sealed with a bright red lipstick kiss-mark. She wore that same lipstick now as she leaned over the front counter, kicking her legs into the air as her heels clicked on the linoleum each time they fell down to greet it. “Ooooh, Scottory!” she purred just like a bunny would if bunnies could purr. “I have a very special present for you.”

Scott walked into the front room and his jaw dropped. Erica was leaning over the counter, smirking at him. He didn’t ask why she was dressed how she was. He didn’t think he could. He was too busy trying to keep his tongue from rolling out of his mouth and across the floor. “Uh, hi Erica. How are you tonight?” He swallowed hard, finding it hard to inhale and focus. He refused to let his eyes drift down. “A--a special present?”

#p:erica #wow scott #so calm and cool

@packxnurse

Scott might as well have kicked down the door, screaming for his Mum. He wasn’t even sure if she was at home, but the car was there so he hoped and prayed that she was. He had his finger in one hand, too scared to look in case it had shrivelled up into a black, wrinkled thing, and his coat had been ripped off and roughly wrapped around his other. He stumbled around the house, yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum, my finger! My finger! It got bitten off, oh god, please help!”

#p:melissa #short and sweet starter

calypsocean:

“It seems to me like there’s something different about you Scott. Your energy is… oddly pure. Different to most..” werewolves, anyway. He was a rarity. She wasn’t sure if he would clue in now but she was certain that once he did, he would begin to get a hold of the accidental compulsion.

“Yeah, people have said. There’s something about me that seems ... true.” Scott chuckled to himself before realising how cringeworthy his flirting was. “You seem different too. Like people who look like you just don’t live in Beacon Hills or... well, anywhere.”

#p:calypso

talblack:

The brunette could hear Scott’s footsteps quickly approaching behind her, but she continued to walk anyways, hoping that maybe she could out walk him and he would just give up. But within a few seconds she felt his hand grab onto her arm and whip her around and she growled lowly as she spun around and glared at him, quickly yanking her arm away. “Touch me one more time and I’ll punch you so hard that your jawline will be even.” She growled as she shook her head at him, her eyes flashing bright blue. “Just– Just leave me alone, Scott! Okay? Leave me alone! I need a second of just no one yelling at me about how much I’m fucking up so just leave me alone!“ She was practically shouting at him as she shook her head furiously and clenched her fists at her sides. Her heartbeat was pounding and she just wanted to be left alone, mainly because she knew how she got when she was angry and she didn’t want to end up taking it out on Scott. Unfortunately she was already starting to, and there was no stopping it unless he just left right now.

Scott’s eyes flashed red in response to Talia’s blue eyes. Not so much a threat, but more of a warning. “Jesus christ, Talia. The world is not out to get you, so stop thinking it is!” He was aware of her clenched fists, and he was also aware that he was walking a very thin line between being hit and not being hit. He didn’t care though. “If hitting me is going to make you feel better, then just fucking do it already. At least I’ll heal, unlike the player who you basically steamrolled on the field because you struggle to control your anger.” This wasn’t his first experience with anger. He knew this territory all too well having Liam as his beta.

#p:talia

rcsietyler:

Glaring at him, she sucks in a deep breath and scoffs. “Well, screw you too then.” She spat and opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds. “I’m aggravating? I’m not the only singing in someone else’s ear, very loudly and very off-key!”

Scott shrugged and raised his hands. “Alright, alright. Geez, I was only joking. Calm down.” He let out a deep breath before turning away from her, staring at a tree in the distance. Slowly but surely, he began to hum the tune to one of his Mum’s favourite songs, Call Me by Blondie, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

#p:rosie

call-me-stiles:

Sometimes he really did think Scott forgot he was human. Not only human but a clumsy one at that. Thankfully he had learned to be tougher and stronger through the years of facing bad guys with Scott and their Scooby Doo gang of a pack. “She would,” he replied, a laugh on his lips. He threw the ball back to his friend and felt for the first time he was able to just relax. It was like before, kind of, and that comforted him. “After Lydia and I move in together, you can move in with us. I still have your dog bowl,” he replied, a grin on his lips as he thought about it. Maybe it was a dick move of him but Scott had already done his own dick move. They had been even.

He caught the ball effortlessly. Realistically, all they were doing was playing catch. It was hardly even competitive. It was more about blowing off steam. “I’m not a dog, Stiles. I can’t lick my own balls so you can keep the dog bowl, thanks.” Scott stuck his tongue out and winked at his friend before laughing. Okay, so his jokes were lamer than lame. Still made him laugh though. “So have you two actually decided to move in together?”

#p:stiles

aileentamwood:

She quickly looked back when he went down with a thud, assuming he wasn’t going to get up since he was moving like Bambi. “R-relax, I got this.” She wished, Aileen was easily intimidated by the Wendigo but she would feel even worse later if she elected to standby or scream and run. She gripped the knife tightly with both hands before noticing Scott got up though immediately, with a ferocity sense to do something reckless. He pushed her to the side and Aileen feet simply allowed it, yet her expression differed. “No wait! stop… You’ll be getting yourself killed! that a carnivore!” She reached her hand out, hesitant to move towards the two. She was actually impressed to see him putting up a fight since Aileen assumed he was human until he got his index finger torn, it received a frightful reaction until the alpha eyes were exposed which she looked more concerned.

The way Scott was acting, it was accurate but she didn’t know who to really fear now the alpha or wendigo. She never met an Alpha and this was definitely some first impression. Once Scott had defeated the Wendigo and he looked at her, Aileen gradually took steps backward before tripping over a root of a tree which was not smooth. Nature wouldn’t allow her to simply walk away, not from this. “M-My fault? How is this my fault??” Staring at the red before gazing at his hands with the finger, she then carefully got up. “Scott… right? Let me help you.” It took her moments to realize this was the boy on the lacrosse team she cheerleads for that she never even spoke to.

“How is this not your fault?!” Scott jerked his closer to his chest, still glaring at the girl, who he now recognised as Aileen. The cheerleader. His eyes still blazed red. His voice was a husky growl. “Don’t you dare touch me. You decided to try to play hero and fight a wendigo with a fucking knife, and I walked into your stupid trap which would’ve held a wendigo for no more than two seconds before it tore you to shreds.” Blood continued to steadily flow down his arm, soaking his jacket. “I have to go stitch this back on and hope to hell that it heals.” He didn’t say anything else, but just turned and began stomping away. When he was sure he was out of Aileen’s sight, he broke out into a full-on sprint. He needed to find his mother, and fast.

#p:aileen #sorry for giant gif

ali-maccrae:

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Alistair asked thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side as if he were viewing the subjects in question right in front of him, “Which is better? To know the horrors and try to prepare for them? Or to live in blissful ignorance instead, and continue on about your life merely wondering why? One is obviously seen more cowardly than the other, but is it cowardly to want to get on with your own life rather than be forced to deal with wars you never asked for? On the same coin, how could you go on normally if you knew all this was out there, waiting to sink its teeth in?” If you had asked Alistair months ago, he would have gone back to blissful ignorance, no question. The thought of all this going on terrified him. But now, even in the wake of the apocalypse, he wasn’t so sure. “There are no right answers in this case, I feel,” he continued, “Only ones you feel strongly about.”

“If I’m honest, I’d prefer the knowledge. At the very least, knowing makes me feel like I have a little more control than not knowing would.” Scott tried to imagine a life where police regularly died, the hospital got damaged, the school was constantly destroyed, and being blissfully ignorant. In a sense, the ignorance might not be as blissful as he thought it would be. The ignorance may be maddening instead. “And even if I fail, I can try to help - both the aware and the blissfully ignorant.“

#p:alistair

call-me-stiles:

Stiles raised his hands in defeat. Sometimes they fought and snapped at each other but in the end of the day they were always going to be there for each other. Besides, Stiles knew he talked and thought about sex a lot. He had since puberty. Nothing stopped that. “I would happily imagine it if we actually got to live that long to make it happen. Can’t you just see Lydia yelling at the youngsters about archaic Latin and how the language is only dead because of the young doesn’t appreciate history or something like that?” He grinned as he tossed a ball to Scott, knowing the wolf would catch it.

Scott caught the ball with a spin, returning it faster than it had come to him. “Or better yet, Lydia yelling at youngsters in archaic Latin.” He ignored the comment about imagining living that long. Sometimes, it was easier to dream than face reality. But that being said, Scott was damn determined to make sure he and Stiles both got through this. He was determined that everyone did. He spun the lacrosse stick in a circle, waiting for the ball to return. The lacrosse was a great stress relief. So was Stiles.

#p:stiles

aileentamwood:

Aileen nodded slowly, with a straight and serious face for almost longer than 5 seconds. She would have understood if this was the other way round but the girl snorted, laughing which she quickly tried to cover up by putting the side of her fist on her lips, she wanted to show this guy some sympathy but with him just hanging there with an angered expression just somehow turn into comedy. “Look, I said I’m sorry- Just hold on.” Aileen pranced over and grabbed the rope that connected to the trap, she was cutting through with her bloodied knife and she didn’t really get his perspective but she hurry up. ’‘Alright, alright! Okay, mind your head.“ It was done and she looked around whilst twisting her wrist in an attempt to stop the stinging from her cut, now Aileen understood why he was yelling as she noticed her actual target. ’'Oh crap… there uh- hey…? hey hey hey get up! We need to go!” Aileen moved toward Scott but the Wendigo charge at the same time which she retaliated with pointing the knife as she stood in front of Scott, yet she trembled with fear. “Stay back!”

Scott landed on the ground in the most non-graceful way. He was like a baby giraffe that was trying to walk, only to go splat. He was up in a second though. The girl was standing in front of him, a knife pointed at the wendigo. He could hear her heart hammering in her chest. “Oh my god, MOVE!” Scott put his arm around her shoulder and shoved her aside at the last minute, sacrificing any chance to fight back the wendigo. The wendigo jumped on him with full-force. Instinctually, Scott palmed it in the face, trying to shove it off. The next thing he knew, his hand missed its target and his index finger was actually in its mouth. The crack of the bone was just as sickening as it felt. Scott watched in horror as one second, his finger was there and then it wasn’t. It was just a stump.

Scott roared, his eyes blazing red. He was as werewolf as he could be. And he was one pissed off true alpha. Scott booted the wendigo off of him, chasing it and grabbing it by the throat before it even hit the ground. He claws pressed against its throat. The wendigos mouth was agape, and Scott could see his finger still inside its mouth. Thank god, it hadn’t swallowed it. “GIVE ME MY FUCKING FINGER!” he screamed, his voice a mix of desperation and rage. He shook the wendigo back and forth, aimed at the ground, and his finger dropped onto the ground. He launched the wendigo into the nearest tree, a crunching thud heard on impact. The wendigo slumped to the ground and didn’t move again. Scott picked up his finger and turned to face the girl, eyes still blazing red. “This is your fault!”

#p:aileen

liodxs:

“My deal?” he asked curiously. Though initially confused by the slang, he understood after Scott elaborated. “I suppose you could say I am,” Liodes admitted with a small shrug. “I’m– Oh, I forget the exact number but I’m older than democracy in Athens.” Which was over two thousand years ago. “Something. I think Talia mentioned a tree that did that; I know I heard the dryads talk sometimes.”

Scott nodded as if he understood what Liodes was saying, but history had never been his strength in school. The only thing that did make sense was the tree, even if the dryads didn’t. Whatever the hell they were. “The Nemeton. Yeah, it has a knack for bringing some interesting things to town.” Scott laughed to himself before realising what he’d said. The Nemeton brought supernaturals to Beacon Hills, not every day people. His eyes narrowed. “When you said you’re older than democracy in Athens... You weren’t exaggerating, were you?”

#p:liodes

call-me-stiles:

Stiles raised an eyebrow at his comment. “Yeesh. Someone needs to get laid. It helps with stress tremendously.” He sent his friend a grin before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s not a big deal, Scotty boy. We’ve been through years and years of stupid stuff so I’m not stressed about it.” The boy nodded his head as he moved his lacrosse stick from one hand to the other. “Yeah. I could use it. Between Talia training me, worrying about Lydia, and dealing with my dad, I haven’t had time to get much practice in. Plus…this is kind of what we do. When we are old are we going to still play lacrosse or will we move on to other things?”

“My hand does the job, thanks,” Scott snapped back at Stiles. He picked up a ball with his stick and halfheartedly tossed it to the other. Scott started laughing though. “The mental image of us in wheelchairs or those old-people buggies, still trying to play lacrosse but inevitably devolving into a game of bumper cars. Damn. On the bright side, you can use the lacrosse stick to whack the young and ungrateful.”

#p:stiles

rcsietyler:

Scrunching up her nose when she hears him start to howl the song back at her, she covers her ears and groans. “Oh god, I could not imagine that song being sung any worse than the way you just did it, that was way off pitch.” She states and glares up at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re incredibly aggravating.”

Scott coughed out a laugh at Rosie’s reaction, completely ruining his song. He made a mental note to sing whenever he saw her. “Thanks, Blondie,” he replied to her insult, raising his brows. “I’d say the same about you, but I think you’re self-aware enough.”

#p:rosie

ali-maccrae:

“Ah, yes. The age old problem of teens trying to live life with the impending Apocalypse is on their doorstep,” he said rather seriously, nodding until a small grin broke on his lips and he chuckled. Actually chuckled. “It shouldn’t be funny, but most kids your age act like the world is ending on any given day. But in our case it’s actually somewhat true,” he said, his laugh still coming softly and even he could hardly believe it, “Talk about irony.”

Scott screwed up his face and rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t stop the smirk pulling at the sides of his lips too, and before long, he was chuckling along with Alistair. “God, what I’d give to be like most kids my age. Although, they are also dealing with the Horsemen. The difference is we’re privileged enough to be aware of it. That’s a pro, I guess?”

#p:alistair

talblack:

Talia rolled her eyes at Scott’s words as she turned her head again to glare at him. She tended to lose her temper quite often, and one thing that always made it worse was when someone told her to calm down. She wished she had a better control of it, but sometimes it was just beyond that. Like right now. “How about you worry about yourself for once, yeah?” She snapped again as she put the guard on her helmet back down and picked up her lacrosse stick, taking a deep breath as she waited for Coach to blow the whistle that signaled for them to start. Once she heard it, she scooped up the ball and ran down the field, and when she heard one of her teammates yelling at her to toss it she turned and angrily chucked it as hard as she could at them. It hit their chest, and even with all of his equipment on it knocked the wind out of him as he fell to the ground and started to wheeze hard. Coach blew his whistle again and called for a time out as everyone went to go check on him, and Talia just stood there clenching her jaw as she shook her head slightly and shrugged when Coach looked at her. “What? You told me to pass it. I passed it.” She said lowly, and he shook his head as he pointed to the locker room. “Your ass is done for the day, Black.” Talia glanced at the locker rooms and scoffed before shaking her head and throwing her lacrosse stick and helmet down, and from there she started to walk straight towards the entrance to the woods that was right there. She knew she needed to get out of there right now and that seemed like the place.

Scott held his hands up in front of him when Talia snapped back. “Hey, I’m just saying.” He let it go though, but it wasn’t long before she did break a teammate. He took a ball straight to the chest and was doubled-over on the ground. In about three seconds, Talia was snapping at Coach, and Coach wasn’t having a bar of it. Oh shit, Scott thought. Talia threw her equipment on the ground and stormed off to the woods. Scott did the same and started running after her. “McCall, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Scott just pointed in Talia’s direction, not stopping his jog. Once he caught up to her, he grabbed her by the arm, spinning her. “What the fuck was that?”

#p:talia

calypsocean:

Her smiled grew with amusement, “I know,” She replied, “But thank you, darling. I’m Calypso.” The siren was fairly certain he was affected by her, even though she wasn’t trying to influence him. If he was as strong as he felt, she was sure he would learn. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott.”

Scott just continued gazing at her. She was enthralling. He lifted his drink to his lips and sipped, the hot liquid dribbling down his chin. “Ah, shit!” He wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater, ignoring how much it burnt. “It’s nice to meet you too. It’s very nice.”

#p:calypso

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