#scott;;

[lionkinged]

@mccallofthewild​;; CONT.

marek didn’t really know how to respond. why did a person as wonderful as scott have to carry such a burden? the lion let out a soft sigh, reaching out to brush his fingers over scott’s cheek, before leaning in and kissing him softly. “i know what it’s like. i lost my family. all of them.” he hadn’t ever told scott before that his current family wasn’t his biological one. “you’re perfect, scott mccall. don’t ever change.” his lips curled into a little smirk as his fingers went back to scott’s tattoo, tracing it. “mine? they’re mandalas, supposed to represent balance, harmony and growth. -- also, they look pretty cool, yeah.”

[notapackanimal]

* he’s gonna give Theo the Mccall Puppy Eyes until he gets a kiss *

“now that’s just rude...” he chuckled softly, eventually leaning in to kiss the other gently.

[maiacurfman]

Maia was tipsy. She was almost all the way through the flask that she had brought, and while she had shared it with plenty with other people, she had kept most of it for herself. She pushed through the crowd around her, giggling as she came up to Scott and tilted her head up to look at him, an expectant grin on her face. “You look... atrocious,” she told him, placing her hands on her hips and laughing. “My mother would be appalled by your outfit.” // @scottrileys​

[coyote-tate-blog1]

@sctmcall

Malia felt as though she was frozen in time, waiting for something to happen so that she could move forward again. It was an odd feeling, waiting for something else to happen, wanting something else to happen, but as scary as more problems for them were, it also meant that chance to know more about what they were facing. Waiting around was driving her half mad, if she didn’t do something soon she was going to lose her mind completely. Her mind eventually drifted to Scott and whether or not his research was going to plan, or, more importantly, if he needed any help. Without even thinking to call first, Malia left her home and began the familiar walk to Scott’s, aching with the need to feel useful. Part of her couldn’t help but feel like she needed to do something good after everything with the hunters. Even if she felt as though her actions were justified, their deaths had still left a black spot upon her heart that she ached to clean off. Before the coyote knew it, she was climbing Scott’s front steps and knocking loudly on the door, waiting impatiently for her alpha to answer.

[lionkinged]

his head was aching, his eyes hurting from all the reading. he’d been sitting in the study room for several hours now, preparing for class, looking at his notes from the previous classes again, but he felt like he only understood a fraction of it all. this was frustrating. no one was here anymore, they had left probably half an hour ago and were probably off to have some fun. spending time with roommates and friends, drinking something... 

normally, marek would love to do all that. but he wanted this education so bad, and he knew it just wouldn’t work out if he didn’t study as much as he could. he’d barely gotten into this college and there was no way he was going to waste that opportunity. sighing, he placed down the pen and closed his eyes for a few moments -- however, the next moment his head was on the table with him slowly drifting off to sleep.

@mccallofthewild​

[lionkinged]

@packleaderscott​;; CONT.

“whatever position fits best to get a good look at the butt, i guess.”

[notapackanimal]

@lameutedemccall;; CONT.

“so i guess you’re not mad at me for basically kidnapping you? i checked your mom’s shifts, just making sure she was working today, so i wouldn’t destroy any plans she had to spend your birthday with you.” he’d put a lot of effort into this. but it felt like it was the least he could do, after how nice scott had been to him lately. “-- i actually never had cotton candy before,” he admitted, taking some and thanking scott. “this... is pure sugar. oh god.”