Scott McCall

16 and full of angst.

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"Bye, everyone. It was a fun ride."

[argentbowed-blog]

“I’ll believe that if not for the fact your locker is now smashed. It doesn’t look okay, Scott. What’s going on?”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"Uh...too much protein? Sleep deprivation?"

[miss-meade]

Placing a light touch on Scott’s shoulder, she look at him carefully. “Did you hurt yourself doing that? Do you need to wrap anything up, or… or anything like that.” Diana had learnt a little while back that it was just easier to try and help than question all the motives in the world.

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"I...Uh...N-no, I should be fine." Scott had his free hand wrapped around the pulsing fist, his hues looking over Diana. "Thanks..." Scott didn't want to question why Diana wasn't suspicious, but curiosity had the best of him.

[melglaser]

Adam frowned at the other boy. “You’re gay?” He asked hesitantly being truly at a loss about where this conversation is even going.

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“I—…” Scott turned away from Adam, his brows knitting at the question. “I’ve never thought about that…like, ever.”

[mrgabrielsharp]

“Bonnie? Bonnie is a witch? Why don’t I know that?” But Bonnie didn’t know about her either. They clearly were the worst best friends ever. 

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“Wait—I-I didn’t…oh god. I just outed someone.” Scott couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing he just messed up—big time

[argentbowed-blog]

      “Are you all right?!”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“I-I…Allison?” Scott’s hues scanned the locker before him, realising what he’d just did. “Yeah…I’m fine.”

[miss-meade]

“Are… you alright, Scott?”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“I, uh…” Scott took a step back from the locker, realising what he’d just did.

[thearchxr]

“Exactly!” Giving Scott’s shoulder a quick squeeze, Stiles made himself comfortable leaning back against the counter, half watching the other boy as he mixed up the ingredients. ”Eh, I can probably reason with Elena. Jeremy, on the other hand, almost knocked me out the other day, so I’d say that’s a no-go.” The pointed look Stiles aimed at his friend was swiftly followed by a laugh. “You had instinct and not knowing better as your excuse. Straight up setting out to murder someone is kinda worse, in my book anyway. Just, ah… Keep the trying to kill me to a minimum, yeah? Direct it toward Jackson. Or Lockwood.”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“Or, I could use you as my personal punching bag when I get mad.” A smirk surfaced at the brim of Scott’s tiers, beginning to prepare the cookies for baking. “Maybe there’s more out there. Y'know, like, people who protect werewolves? We should look into it. You never know.”

[mrgabrielsharp]

“I think I can use all help I can get. So, if you know a way to get me in touch with them, that would be great.”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“Her name’s Bonnie, Bonnie Bennett. She may be a little novice, but, she definitely has the stuff of a teacher.”

[thearchxr]

“Fuck me… Does Elena know that I know? Does she know that I know about you? Cus… We could do some serious spy shit here, Scott. I can go undercover. Wait, Jeremy knows I know… Okay, nope. Plan busted.” Stiles would just have to make damn sure neither of the Gilberts got any ideas into their heads about laying a finger on Scott. “Sure he does, but he’s just your average psychotic jock. If he killed anybody, he’d snap.” He emphasized his words with a click of his fingers, “Wouldn’t be able to deal with it.” Deciding the cereal was better than nothing, the boy reached for the box once more. “If you think for a second you’re cutting me out over some self-sacrificing bullshit thought running through your head, I’m stopping you right there.” Approaching Scott, he set a hand on his shoulder, smiling as reassuringly as he could. “Scott, you and me, man. We’ll make sure no one ends up hurt.” 

[scottm-ccall-blog]

Scott couldn’t help but crack a smile at Stiles’ last remark, his head tilting into a nod. “Yeah, man. The way it’s always been, right?” He said, whisking at the bowl. “Besides, we don’t need Elena and Jeremy. Right? I mean, at this point they’re just out to murder me. Why try to reason with people who’re trying to kill you?” He furrowed his brow, hues scanning over Stiles’ “like you haven’t tried” expression. “Well, except me. I’m an exception.”

[thearchxr]

“Wait, who’s a witch that you know?” Stiles had to ask, but before giving Scott the time to begin to answer his question, he shot a pointed look at the werewolf. “Jeremy’s a hunter?! What the– This explains– Nothing, really, but goddamn!” Jeremy. Hunter. Stiles couldn’t even picture Veronica in his mind - a feat that was never usually much of a struggle for him, “Hey! I’ve– Yeah…” She was just another girl on the long list of those that had zero interest in him. “Jackson can’t be a hunter. He’s too… How the hell would he fit hunting supernatural things down in between staring at himself in the mirror and lifting weights till he pukes? Nah, he’s– Jeremy, I can picture murdering things in cold blood, Jackson’s way too much of a pussy for that.” 

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"I guess the whole hunting thing runs in the Gilbert's family. Elena's in on it too." Scott swallowed the forming lump in his throat. The thought of never being able to see Elena and Jeremy again worried him, but also shed a new light upon who he can and cannot trust. "Yeah, but Jackson seems crazy enough to actual kill someone. Pretty sure he does it on his free time." He continued on with his cookie dough mixing, letting out an audit huff. "Do you think we should be watching who we talk to? I mean—if hunters are after me, then they're probably after people we know. My mom, you, your dad...I-I don't wanna take on that kind of responsibility, but, I guess I don't have a choice anymore."

[olivedunham]

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[thearchxr]

“Nah, nah, I’m always afraid there’s, y’know, poison in it.” He returned Scott’s joke with one of his own, snatching up the box of cereal once it had been dropped to the table. “So you’re using those groceries to make snacks.” Scott’s logic was one that was always going to be on a level of it’s own. Munching on a handful of dry cereal, Stiles quickly abandoned the box. “Jackson? I mean, he’s not a complete idiot despite being a fucking douchebag, but I’m pretty sure no one in the school’s gonna immediately jump to the werewolf conclusion.” Other than Stiles himself, even if it had been a joke at the time. Tossing one of the pieces of cereal into the air, he caught it in his mouth before giving a shrug. “We’ll just tell everybody you spent the whole damn summer practicing, which… Kinda isn’t that much of a lie.” 

[scottm-ccall-blog]

“I mean, everyone I’ve met so far is either a hunter or a witch. That’s why I’m so suspicious lately. I mean, Jer—I mean, a hunter pulled a knife on me the other day when I tried to save Veronica. You remember her, right? Left boob bigger than the other, blonde hair, douche bag boyfriend, has a tendency to have sex with half the lacrosse team?” He raised a brow at Stiles, who had his mouth gaped open with a few cereal crumbs rolling from beyond his brims. “Well, some of the Lacrosse team. I tried helping her and a hunter thought I hurt her. I-I don’t know. Maybe Jackson’s a hunter too? Something worse?” Scott began to rummage through some cabinets, looking for a mixing bowl. “Maybe I should quit the team, lie low for a while. I’m drawing too much attention to myself.”

[softestbuckley]

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[whentradewindsblow]

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Fountains of Wayne // “Stacy’s Mom” (Welcome Interstate Managers, 2003)

And I know that you think it’s just a fantasy,

But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me.

[mrgabrielsharp]

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I’m sure we’ll find a way to make all of this worth it.”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"If you ever need help, just let me know. I know a few witches, powerful witches who'd be happy to help you."

[mrgabrielsharp]

Davina nodded and didn’t answer for a moment. She was just enjoying his arm around her neck. For a moment it seemed as if everything was normal. As if he wasn’t a werewolf. As if she wasn’t a witch. “Let’s hope that by bumpy you mean fun and not dangerous.”

[scottm-ccall-blog]

"Honestly? I don't think there's a point in between. Suppose we could try and make it worthwhile, right?"