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[wolfboy88]

WIP WEDNESDAY

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I’ve been tagged in a lot of these WIP games over many weeks and weeks. Thank you for tagging me, I do appreciate it. I haven’t had anything to share until now.

Here’s an extra long snippet from a fic I was working on for Scottuary that I didn’t get finished in time. Prompt was “summer break” which is more or less spiralled into Scott has his “hot girl summer” before starting college. Each chapter to feature a different Scott pairing)

One particular morning, after a longer-than-usual run that leaves his quads screaming and his white shirt plastered to his chest, Scott decides to detour. His usual post-run routine involves a cold shower and a protein shake, but the scent of roasted beans drifting from the Beacon Hills Beanery is too tempting to resist.

 

He joins the short queue to order, his white shirt clinging damply to his chest, emphasizing the lean muscle of his torso. Sweat still glistens on his skin, a sheen of exertion that catches the soft, internal cafe lighting. When it's his turn, he’s greeted by a deliciously sexy Brazilian barista.

 

And Scott feels it. That familiar, pleasant jolt.

 

The barista’s eyes are the colour of dark roasted coffee, framed by thick lashes. A faint smile curves his mouth—easy, confident, just shy of mischievous. He wears a black apron over a fitted grey t-shirt that hugs his shoulders just right. A touch of stubble shadows his jaw, giving him a slightly dangerous edge. But There’s recognition in his gaze.

 

“Scott McCall?” he says, voice smooth with a melodic accent Scott can’t quite place. His smile widens. “Man, I almost didn’t recognize you out of uniform. You look… good.”

 

Scott blinks, heat rising to his cheeks. He’s used to intensity—Derek’s dark focus, Boyd’s steady appraisal—but this is different. Playful. Curious. Warm. Inviting.

 

“Uh, hey. Yeah, that’s me,” Scott says, pushing a hand through his damp hair. “Do I know you?”

 

The barista chuckles, low and inviting. “Josh Diaz. Beacon Point High. I was one of your competitor school’s mascots. Timberwolf.” He mimes a dramatic claw swipe. “State quarterfinals last year? You absolutely flogged us.”

 

Scott laughs, genuine and surprised. “The Timberwolf! You guys had the most aggressive mascot I’ve ever seen.”

 

“Had to,” Josh replies, leaning casually against the counter. “Someone had to try matching your intensity. Didn’t work, obviously,” he shrugs. “But everyone knew about the McCall kid at Beacon Hills. You guys always had a solid team.”

 

His gaze drifts—slow, deliberate—over Scott’s sweat-slicked chest before flicking back to his face. The look lingers just long enough to make Scott’s stomach flip and flutter with fireflies.

 

So,” Josh continues, voice dipping into a teasing lilt, “What can I get for the star lacrosse player?”

Scott swallows. “Cold brew. Large. Extra Ice.”

 

“Coming right up, champ,” Josh says. He gestures to the small patio outside. “Grab a seat, I’ll bring it out when it’s ready. You look like you need to cool down.”

 

Scott nods, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “Thanks, Josh.”

 

He walks outside, settling onto a wrought-iron chair that’s still cool in the pre-dawn air. The street is quiet, the sky just beginning to hint at streaks of rose and orange. He can still feel the lingering burn in his quads, but a different kind of heat now spreads through him, ignited by Josh’s recognition and playful flirtation.

 

A few minutes later, Josh appears with a tall, condensation-beaded cold brew. He sets it down with a soft clink. “Here you go. On the house. Consider it a welcome to summer, no more rivalries.”

 

Scott’s eyes widen. “Seriously? Thanks, man. You didn’t have to.”

 

Josh shrugs, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze warm and direct. “Consider it a friendly gesture. Or a reward for putting in the work. You always looked good on the field, even when you were kicking our asses.” He pauses, his gaze sweeping over Scott again, a slow appreciation that makes Scott’s stomach flutter with fireflies all over again. “Still do, even covered in sweat.”

 

Scott chuckles, taking a long, grateful swig of the cold brew. It’s perfect, strong and icy. “Thanks. It’s definitely a different kind of workout this summer. Trying to keep busy.”

 

“Oh yeah?” Josh asks, a knowing glint in his dark eyes. “What kind of busy?”

 

“Just… exploring,” Scott says, a little more confident than he feels. He gestures vaguely. “New experiences. No plans.”

 

Josh’s smile softens. “No plans, huh? I like the sound of that. My schedule’s pretty open outside of this place. There’s a bonfire down at the beach tonight. You should come. Cool off after all that… exploration. Or, you know, come for more exploration,” he winks

Tagging @rhyslahey @domesticated-feral @chasing-chimeras @nightshade-emrys @phantomraeken @theoceanismyinkwell @shinigamimailjeevas and anyone else who wants to

[genetic-hellhound]

For the moodboard thing - Scott x Josh (Scosh) and purple

Scosh x Purple 😈💜

I hope you like it pookieee!

*ignore that is 1:14am please, thank you 😂*

[moralchampion]

The boyfriends are posting eachother again

[thiamsxbitch]

okay, but i want a fanart of scott and josh with lacrosse jerseys hugging. and blame @wolfboy88 for put them in my head

[wolfboy88]

Minute Monday Tuesday

Tagged by @genetic-hellhound

The song shifts again, slower now, more sensual, a throbbing pulse that seems to dictate the movement of their bodies. Bodies pair off naturally, drawn to each other like magnets. The circle thins, a more intimate space forming around them.

Josh turns back around, chest brushing Scott’s, the open white shirt fluttering, offering tantalizing glimpses of Scott’s bare skin. His palm slides up Scott’s bare sternum, slow and deliberate, a feather-light touch that still sends a jolt through Scott’s entire racing body.

“You’re flushed,” Josh observes, his thumb lightly stroking the tender skin beneath Scott’s jawline.

“Fire’s hot,” Scott manages, his voice a little hoarse.

Josh’s thumb drifts along Scott’s collarbone, a warm trail. “That it?” His eyes are unreadable, but the subtle curve of his lips tells a different story.

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[wolfboy88]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by @ksbbb @royal-callahxn @maplesyrizzup @endlessnightmaress

Scott, nursing a red plastic cup of something that tastes vaguely of fruit and regret, leans against a sticky wall and watches him. As the Alpha of the Beacon Hills pack, Scott is used to being aware of the strongest presence in any room. Usually, it’s him. Tonight, it is undeniably Josh. There is a power thrumming off him, a low-frequency vibration that Scott’s wolf can sense even through the bass of the music. It’s not a threat, well, not exactly. It’s something else, something wilder and more fluid. It calls to the animal in Scott, a siren song he’s helpless to resist.

His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat syncing with the music. Every laugh from Josh’s full lips, every shift of his powerful frame, sends a jolt through Scott. He feels like a teenager again, all awkward limbs and desperate longing. He’s so engrossed in his staring that he doesn’t notice the music shift, the beat melting into something slower, deeper, more sensual.

He also doesn’t notice Josh looking back.

One moment, Scott is watching Josh laugh at something a friend said, the column of his throat working as he tips back his drink. The next, those mahogany eyes are locked on his, a slow, knowing smile playing on Josh’s lips. Scott’s breath hitches. He feels caught, exposed. But before he can look away, Josh is moving, cutting through the crowd with an unhurried purpose that makes Scott’s mouth go dry.

“You’ve been watching me all night, lobo,” Josh says, his voice a rich, melodic baritone that slides over Scott’s skin like dark velvet. He has a faint, captivating accent that curls around the words. He stops just inches away, the heat of his body a palpable wave against Scott’s.

Scott’s wolf bristles at the nickname—wolf—but it is laced with such intimate amusement that it feels more like a caress than a challenge. “I… uh…” Scott stammers, his usual Alpha composure dissolving into dust. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

Josh’s smile widens, a flash of white teeth. “Don’t be sorry. I was watching you, too.” He leans in closer, his scent enveloping Scott—ozone after a storm, sea salt, and something deeply, fundamentally wild. “You don’t dance?”

From Spooktober Wip - “The Locus of my Affection”

Tagging @romanraekens @thiamsalpha @thiamsxbitch @mmoosen @rhyslahey @haven-of-dusk @chasing-chimeras @slyherin @rhyslahey @genetic-hellhound

[wolfboy88]

Dear @teenwolfholidayfest

All I want this year is…

1. Dark Thiam

2. Thiam AUs (college, horror, roommates, 5+1)

3. Teen Wolf Scooby Doo Fusion

4. Warlock Scott McCall

5. Josh or Jordan content in any form

6. Thiamhound, Halehound, Therek, Thiamott, Scosh content in any form

7. Xmas themed smut for any of the mentioned ships above

Thanks and Happy Holidays

@wolfboy88 || Wolfboy88 on Ao3

[wolfboy88]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rated General - One Shot - 600 words - M/M - Scosh (Scott x Josh)

Summary: Scott organises something special for his and Josh’s first official Halloween together. 

Additional Tags: Teen Wolf Rare Pair Halloween Event 2023, Spooktober 2023, Halloween, One Shot, Established Relationship, movie marathon, Slasher Fest