#strungoutstiles

[redeyedmccall]

Scott sat in his office with the lights off, head throbbing so hard he felt like he was going to be sick. His skull was splitting and he buried his face in his arms. He couldn’t keep the imagine of lifeless marble blue eyes from staring back at him, fevered dreams of death, and the whispered voices of the people he loved dying because of him. All his fault. He couldn’t save any of them and he watched them all die.

No! The alpha wrenched his thoughts away. He’d blocked it out, blocked out everything that had hurt and hid in his own mind back when he felt safe and the world was still hopeful. He couldn’t go back there, Stiles was going to need him to be strong and make the right decisions. They’d tried so hard and they still weren’t safe, a random fluke could have taken Stiles away and made those awful visions come true. They were both trapped and there was no way out.

[quicklikelight]

you're great <3 i think you should hear that more often

Awwww, thanks sweetheart. <3 This is really sweet. I’ma save it in my testimonials tag for rough days.

[quicklikelight]

Bonus points if certain things start disappearing from the McCall household. :X

I mean, it does explain why Stiles has Melissa's bat all the time.

Lmao.

Scott: Where is my lint roller? I can’t find it anywhere!

::two days later::

Scott: Uh, mom? Did you throw out my conditioner bottle? I think there was still some left in the bottom...

::the next day::

Scott: I can’t find my drum sticks from that ill-considered stint in 7th grade band anywhere!

::three days later::

Melissa: Scott, do you know who’s been in my nightstand???

[redeyedmccall]

Scott stroked his fingers through Stiles’s hair, tracing down the knobs of the other boy’s spine. He couldn’t move, Stiles slept like a grabby starfish and he was pinned in place. He only hoped that whatever monstrous hangover the omega was facing when he woke up didn’t involve puking all over him. With a wiggle, Scott tried to pull himself free. Things would be easier if he could have a cold glass of water and an aspirin waiting for Stiles when he woke up.

[redeyedmccall]

Scott raced home in an absolute panic, keeping his head down and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. His biggest secret, the one that could ruin his life and put his mother’s life in danger was public knowledge? How was this even possible? Stiles had told him, Stiles had told him! Why would his best friend lie about something as important as this? Everyone knew, everything about his life was wrong. If he was exposed as a true alpha, then there was no way the McCalls wouldn’t have dug their claws into his life.

He barged into the estate, startling staff members as he hunted for the one person who had all the answers. “Stiles! They KNOW, what the hell is going on?”

[redeyedmccall]

This place was huge! Scott felt like he’d been wandering aimlessly around the halls for an hour. Well, not aimlessly. He had been trying to find the kitchen, but no such luck and he was starving. Stumpy followed along his heels and Scott paused every few minutes to give the puppy a scratch. He could see why this place would appeal to Stiles, though he couldn’t get over his shock that his best friend had been contracted. There was no one on earth more fond of the boy than he was, but Stiles was volatile and abrasive. He had too much pride and submitting to someone, even for money, seemed so strange. Scott would have thought Stiles’s mouth would have gotten him into trouble long before now, but his friend seemed happy here.

It made Scott feel like he didn’t really know anything at all anymore.

He couldn’t pick apart the knotted ball in his stomach, nervousness and stress. Fear that he’d lost so much and about the unknown trauma that had caused him to forget. Nagging unhappiness that some cousin he didn’t even know had taken away his best friend and maybe jealousy? It wasn’t like Stiles had belonged to him or that he’d have contracted his best friend, why couldn’t he just be happy? He missed his life, he missed Allison. All of this felt like some kind of weird dream and he didn’t belong, drifting back and forth trying to understand echos of feelings from memories that didn’t exist. What was he even doing here? Did he even know this Stiles or was it someone different after so many years? “Um, can someone please point me towards the kitchen?”

[imaginesciles]

I love that birthday post!~ Also Stiles sings 'BIRTHDAY SEX' terribly a minimum of four times (until Scott shoves him off their bed). :D

Stiles glares up at him from the floor and is like 'Well no birthday sex for you.' Scott just throws his pillow at him.

[runicscribbles]

One of your specialties is characterization. I love how vicious you make Peter, how you can make Allison both playful but ruthless, how your Kira is fearless, bubbly, and stern when needed. Then there's Scott, and you write him like a martyr with the wait of the world on his shoulders, but you also write him as a loser dork boy, who thinks farting is a sign of affection. You balance the different aspects of his personality so well, and all your characters are multifaceted and interesting.

T____T I have great people write with who keep me on point!<3 THANK YOU!