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“Having some issues there, Scott?” Melissa called from her spot in the doorway. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was her son was looking at, even though she couldn’t read the label from where she stood. He’d been waiting for that letter for weeks or longer, and the idea of opening it was probably so terrifying to him that … well, she knew he was going to need some help.

Finally, she took a few steps until she was at the table, and the nurse tentatively took a seat in front of him on the other side of the table. “Do you want me to open it for you? Would that help?”

Scott thought about the offer for a moment, his gut twisted into knots. A part of him knew he should be opening this himself, that it was his big moment, but he was too afraid of what the letter might say. He had fought so hard to bring his grades back up, and to write a good application essay, but what if it wasn’t enough?

Swallowing hard, he put a finger to the envelope and slid it across the table to her. “Please,” he said softly, still staring at the envelope. “I... I don’t think I can.”

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I’m baaaccckkk

I’ve been MIA for a while, clearly, but I’m sort of missing my nerdy alpha muse. Anybody interested in doing things, or continuing old threads?

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Scott stared at the envelope on the table, the UC Davis logo emblazoned in the corner, almost too afraid to touch it. He’d been trying so hard, fighting literally everything to get to this point, and now it was here. His whole future was wrapped up in that little piece of white paper.

Somehow this was just as terrifying as fighting the Anuk-ite. This could mean getting into college, or everything being ruined. He took a deep breath, reaching out to grab the envelope, but stopped, his hand falling back into his lap. Nope, he couldn’t do it.

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"what are you doing in my room?"

Send me “What are you doing in my room?”, and I’ll generate a number between 1 and 25 for what my muse will say to yours. || Accepting

#24

“I can’t go home tonight.”

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@somewhat-managed-mischief continued from x

The girl was holding a set of keys. With a fluffy pink accessory stuck to the keyring. She had a pair of skimpy jean shorts on, and a flanell shirt. Looking miffed and unhappy. The sun was setting and it was getting darker. The car beside her, well it wasn’t hers.

“-Aye, Scott, nice name an all. I’m Niamh. This ‘ere is my boyfriends car. Well, ex I should call that no-good cheatin’ son of a bitch, now. If he shows up, us’ tell him I said hi…!”  With that she stuck the key into the paint of the car and scraped alongside the entire thing. Walking slowly from side to side.

“-He be inside that bar leechin’ up to a brunette ho and kissin’ her like we ain’t a thing. So….Sorry to drag ya into this and ye accidentally becoming a witness n’ all.”

Scott winced as the sound of the key scraping against the body of the car made his skin crawl. He supposed he should stop her, vandalism was, well, illegal and all but... if the guy actually had cheated on her, he probably deserved a lot worse than his car getting keyed. He made a face, then shrugged. 

“Witness to what? I’m just trying to get to my car. I haven’t seen anything weird out here,” he said with a smile, more than happy to look the other way in this particular instance.

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I’m here, I’m doing things, hit me up if you want to do things. Scott and my cora both need love :D

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send a 😈 if your character has a crush on mine!

 alternatively, send a “ 😈+” if it’s more than a crush!

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frenchones:

His arm around her waist, that warm press of him around her, is exactly what Malia needs to ground her further around Scott. She even returns the gesture, basically hugging him, as her head rests against his shoulder.  “Yeah, that sounds great. Lots of egg rolls, okay?”

Scott smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Triple order of egg rolls, I can manage that. Any other requests?” he asked, happy to spoil the werecoyote. A night of movies and relaxing with way too much chinese food sounded fantastic, and Scott couldn’t wait to dig in.

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argentarcher:

Scooting up closer, she rested her head half on his chest and half on his shoulder, an arm coming up, too, with her hand now able to rest on his chest. It became very clear why it was here she had chosen to come rather than anyone else. This was her safe place – he was her safe place.

Her eyes briefly closed with that kiss to her head, sniffling once again. Allison didn’t bother opening them then, just focused on trying to absorb the most heat from him. “I hate nightmares,” she murmured, realizing it was probably pretty silly to be this worked up over a mere dream.

Scott smiled softly, nodding a little. “Yeah. Nightmares are the worst,” he agreed quietly, not wanting to admit that he, too, had plenty of nightmares himself. “We could watch TV, if you want? Or would you rather just try and sleep?” he asked quietly, his hand moving over her arm, wanting to do anything to comfort her.

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argentarcher:

Allison had risen the sleeve of her shirt to wipe away the slight moisture from her cheeks, sniffling softly. Red rimmed eyes had taken to the comforters being lifted, and she only took a moment before she was padding towards the bed, toeing out of her shoes before she was climbing in next to him, instantly nestling up to the warmth of his body. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologizing for showing up so out of the blue like this.

As Allison climbed into bed next to him, Scott tucked the blanket around her, pulling her close. “Don’t be,” he said easily, not even sure what she was apologizing for. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” Smiling softly, he turned his head to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

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@argentarcher continued from x

“Please don’t send me away…”

Scott blinked at the tone of her voice, the pain he heard, and shifted a little in his bed. He lifted the edge of his blanket, giving her plenty of room to climb in next to him. “C’mon,” he said quietly. “Come lay with me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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vandbaerer:

Unaware of what overcame her, Kira was long gone. Different things seemed to be able to trigger the kitsune, allowing for it to take over. Agitation and anger was one of them, which was what lead the fiery beast to possess her.

Eyes glowing a deep yellow, she practically growled in fury as he pinned her to the wall. The color in her eyes flickered to its normal state as Scott called for her, but quickly returned to the kitsune’s as it wasn’t enough to pull her back. Holding tightly onto the shaft of the sword, blood started trickling down the palm of her hand. Switching their positions, she pinned Scott to the wall with her sword. Holding him in place.

❝ 私は死の使者だ ❞

Scott felt hope fluttering in his chest as the color in Kira’s eyes faded, but it was only for the briefest of moments, and then the fox took over again. He gasped as he was slammed into the wall, his focus completely on keeping Kira from killing him, rather than any proper form of self-defense. His face shifted, eyes glowing bright red as he poured every ounce of authority into his voice.

“Kira!”

He could only hope his alpha was enough to overpower the kitsune that had clearly taken over. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to fight back, but the blade of her sword was inching closer to his neck, and he knew completely just how sharp that sword was, and how easily it could take his head off if he didn’t gain control of this situation.

Trouble Finds Me | Scott & Kira

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naturallyinterrogatory:

@sociallyawkwardalpha  ✘

   Blinking slightly at the response he was given, Stiles just stared at his friend for a long moment. “You got… kicked out…? Of where exactly?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Of the house. Mom said to get out,” Scott said, dropping onto his friend’s bed. He was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but it was proving difficult. “She’s having some friends over. No boys allowed. Partially because one of her friends likes to pinch my butt.”

unexpected guests;; closed

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There was another brief pause, some thought occurring on Allison’s end. If she had been lying at the time, he would have heard it. But who knows, someone on the verge of death could say a million things and it could be true enough if they really wanted it to be. 

“I meant it,” she whispered, lifting her head just a little to be able to look at Scott. “I think..I think i’ll always mean it.”

Scott took a deep breath, his heart thundering heavily in his chest. He hadn’t expected her to want to talk about this so soon, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to say. “I love you, too, Allison,” he said softly, a hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. “I always have. I’m sure I always will.”

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“Yeah, no plans at all. Why, what’s up?”

open to all;

      “ Hey, so you’re free tonight — right? ”

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naturallyinterrogatory:

   “Yes, I draw the line at zombies, Scott. The closest to zombies we have is Peter and he’s technically not a zombie… just a creep,” Stiles pointed out, sighing as he tossed his controller onto the couch. He clearly wasn’t going to be allowed to get back to his game. “Scott… we’ve talked about this. I know we have. And you know that I, of all people, am as pro zombie apocalypse ideas as the next guy, but in reality it’s just not possible.”

   Rolling his eyes, Stiles grabbed his phone and pulled up the news sites he frequented. “First of all, the first reports of this said nothing about people coming back from the dead, Scotty. Just that a bunch of people were standing around like some sort weird peaceful protest but no one knew what it was for,” he pointed out, showing him the news reports he’d bookmarked. While he didn’t buy into the zombie thing, he had been following the reports because… who the hell knew these days. He wouldn’t put out some sort of mind control by a powerful magic user. “Because if they did come back from the dead… they’d be useless. No working circulatory or respiratory system? No oxygenated blood moving to the muscles, no movement. They’d be in various stages of rigor mortis. No working endocrine system? No hormones, no Leptin, no hunger. Look, zombies are one of the coolest concepts, dude, but they’re just… not biologically possible.” 

   He glanced at the TV as it played the footage over and over, frowning slightly. That was new, but still, didn’t prove zombies. “Dude, you remember the bath salts guy? Everyone thought he was a zombie. High off his fucking rocker trying to eat someone’s face and growling at cops. Took five shots to take him down. Not a zombie, just someone who fucked his own brain into oblivion.”

“Bath salts aren’t contagious, though! And this is spreading! It started in Mexico and it’s crossed the border. It’s moving,” Scott insisted, annoyed that Stiles was being so damn stubborn. “A cop ate a nurse, dude. Maybe, maybe, they aren’t actual back-from-the-dead zombies, but they’re not all just high.”

He knew Stiles’ reasons for being anti-zombies, as the other teen had said, it was something they had discussed more than once, but Stiles was being stubborn and it was annoying Scott. “Something fucked up is going on, and at the rate it’s spreading it won’t be long until Beacon Hills is caught up in it, too.” The thought of that frightened him, he didn’t want the world to actually be ending, but he refused to stick his head in the sand and ignore what was going on. After everything they’d been through, a zombie apocalypse would not at all surprise him, regardless of Stiles’ staunch denial of it’s possibility.

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