Request: “Hey I was wondering if you could do a request I have about Scott from teenwolf I was wondering if the story could be based off of halseys music video colors but Scott and the reader end up together in the end”
Warnings: angst, mentions of smoking, death, yelling, fluff, minor kissing, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. This is my interpretation of the song and the lyrics, not the music video if that’s okay
Blood dripped down the stone wall, leaving a trail of footprints and severed limbs Gaping, (Y/N) fell back into Scott’s arms while Lydia choked back a sob. Nobody deserved this.. Scott thought to himself as tears trickled down his cheeks, flushing with a mix of pain and anger. They were so young.. His muscles tightened and in turn, pulled (Y/n) closer to his chest, stifling her shaking frame.
Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her tv show
You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old
Much had changed in Beacon Hills since the slaughter of innocents the pack could not save. Scott was nothing short from heartbroken, tormented by the thought that he wasn’t enough to help them You could have saved so many people.. He muttered to himself at night, far from prying ears. Each of the pack members were plague with anguish and self-hatred. Having held the weight of the world on their very fragile shoulders.
The memory of such a tragedy made Scott rest the small blunt between his teeth, inhaling deeply as he’s taken away from the pain. Or at least that’s what (Y/n) and Stiles believed. As time passed the golden boy arrived school late or hungover from stealing his mothers alcohol from her liquor cabinet. After two weeks Stiles was surprised he was still showing up to classes.
You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink
Scott’s walls were not built well to begin with and his cracks were breaking. It took (Y/n) everything in her power to not outright smack him upside the head in class. The death of those innocents were not their fault. Though riddled with guilt, she was aware enough to realize that being in a world as dark as the supernatural, some people cannot be saved. What felt worse was the shame she felt inside herself. Gazing at the boy she’d fallen hopelessly in love with. Her heart ached to see him smile once more.
Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue
A week later Scott stopped attending all his lectures. Upon hearing the news Melissa recruited Stiles to put a stop to this behavior. Being a nurse, Melissa understood the process of grief and self-hatred. But this was something she would never be able to wrap her head around. There was an emotional, animalistic connection so heightened and intrusive in a werewolf state that truly effected him to his core. She knew that her only help could be his best friend.
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue
A gentle hand knocks against his door frame. Too soft and kind to be Stiles. For the first time that evening, he leaves his bed and pulls open the door to see her. A moment of distastes washes over him, appalled at the unclean circumstances. “M-May I come in?” Without hesitation, Scott pulls open the wood frame. He shifts from foot to foot, visibly uncomfortable at the pigsty he’d been living in.
You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
I know I've only felt religion when i've lied with you
You said you'll never be forgiven till your boys are too
And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
Before he could comprehend her quick movements, she pressed her lips onto his. Though shocked, Scott’s body moved naturally against hers. The sweet taste of cherry from her lips left him dizzy as she pulled away to preach, “Stop this. Scott, please. It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself for something we couldn’t change. I spoke with the high priestess from my coven.. I begged her for answers. Needed to know if we could have done something to change the fate.. But there wasn’t.. It was set in stone.”
You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink
In that moment in time, the young boy’s world shifted. The fog dissipated and for the first time in weeks he could finally see. Guilt would rear it’s ugly head, of course. But that evening, the two teens would embrace lovingly and cope tomorrow.
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