Saw Scott's first episode. Cam was cannonically called Scott's stalker... He bought out Scott's entire neighbourhood so nobody else could be his neighbour... absolute freak material.
A/N: This is Day 1 Of Scott Smajor Appreciation Week, Favourite Scott Skin / Favourite Scott Series! I took my favourite Scott skin (his Wild Life red hood!) and combined it with a headcanon for my favourite Scott series, Double Life! This is where I think Scott's hoodie comes from :]
Word Count: 500+
Pearl stitched feverishly, almost obsessively, creating a vibrant red hoodie that mirrored her own. With a smile, she imagined Scott wearing it beside her, twin flames of crimson and scarlet.
But when she presented the gift, Scott's eyes darkened, rejection clinging heavily in the air. "I can’t, Pearl. I won’t,” he insisted.
Pearl's heart sank, Scott's words echoing in her mind, a bitter reminder of the painful truth: he would not be her soulmate. He would not accept the truth of their soulbound, no matter how obvious, no matter how evident. "Why not? C'mon, Scott- I made it just for you! It’s just a hoodie," she pleaded, her voice trembling with hurt, with need. But Scott just shook his head.
"It’s not just a hoodie, Pearl. I don’t want to be tied to you. You have to understand that. I'm my own person." He was exasperated, his refusal cutting deeper than any blade she had ever imagined wielding.
Pearl stared at him, the rejected red hoodie an unwelcome reminder of her longing. "But... but... we're meant to be," she begged, desperation spilling into her voice, thick and broken.
Scott's face hardened as he argued with a sigh, "Meant to be? You think I choose this? I don't like you, not like that, I can't like you like that. And I won't wear something just because you tell me to. I'm choosing my own destiny, and my own wardrobe, too." Her heart raced, the weight of rejection twisting inside her, vile and ugly. How could he not see? Couldn’t he feel the pull of their soullinks? To her, they were bound together, a shared existence forged in fate, and yet here he stood, unwilling to embrace it. She felt an icy shard of reality slicing away the warmth of hope.
Pearl watched Scott retreat silently, the door to the tower clicking shut behind him. Her heart felt shattered, yet a flicker of determination ignited within her. She traced the fabric of the hoodie, feeling an electric rush at the thought of them wearing matching outfits. “He'll come around,” she murmured to herself, envisioning him draped in the crimson cloth, softening under the weight of affection.
Weeks passed, and loneliness gnawed at her, but her mind spun a tapestry of their future, inseparable under the glow of a shared bond. In her heart, she knew the depth of their connection, and it was simply a matter of time before Scott realized it too. It was inevitable.
Pearl paced her tower, the hoodie pinned to the wall like a trophy. Each stitch whispered promises of their inevitable bond, a future she crafted solo while Scott remained blind.
"Everything happens for a reason," she murmured, adjusting the fabric as if correcting fate itself. In her mind's eye, she envisioned togetherness: laughter shared, secrets exchanged, a life intertwined. "No matter how long it takes, Scott... I'll wait for you. Until you understand. Until I make you understand." she vowed, a glint of obsession igniting in her gaze. Hope blossomed, thriving even in her solitude, shaping each passing day into an echo of love waiting to be acknowledged.
