#c: scott mccall

[wishfullynaive]

She was curious , perhaps compelled by her own infatuation, however, she could not deter the sheepish smile that remained on her face. Teeth gently gnawing into her bottom lip , Jessica smiled in return. "Do you ever get tired about caring for everyone else? Focus on you for a change." @scotted

[kitsxni]

closed starter // ft. @alpha-mccall

several years had passed since kira had left beacon hills to continue her journey of self-discovery. during her time in new mexico, she had honed her kitsune abilities and explored her connection to her heritage. she had often thought about her friends and the town that had shaped her, especially scott, the alpha werewolf who had been an integral part of her life. their relationship had blossomed rather quickly back then, and kira fell for him.. hard. he was her first and only love. returning to beacon hills was not a choice she had made lightly—it had been something that she thought about endlessly, something her family had warned her against but there was something telling her that she had to return to the town. to where it all started. so she did. as she walked along the familiar streets, kira couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. she knew that, eventually, she would run into her friends again, and she hoped that their reunion would be as warm and heartfelt as she imagined. she was however a little nervous about seeing scott. she didn't know why. it was during a chance encounter at the local coffee shop that her and scott's paths finally crossed. kira stood in line, patiently waiting to order her favorite latte, when a familiar scent filled the air—a scent she had missed for years. she turned, and there he was, standing just a few feet away: scott mccall. lashes fluttered as dark eyes softened, her heart racing at the sight of him. forgetting her place in the line, she stepped toward scott. "hey.." after all their years apart, how was that the only thing she could find to say?

[whittemxres]

ft. @scotted

the setting, a grocery store, the time, around 1am. there he was. the saviour of beacon hills. scott mccall. "your mom forget to get you your juice?" jackson quipped, a smirk toying at the corners of his lips.

[ofthxrns]

[ crying ] sender finds receiver crying @scotted

with knuckles bruised, coated in blood that wasn't his own, lucas sobbed. knees were pulled up against his chest, tear stained eyes looking down on the aftermath of his outburst. the young wolf didn't know what had happened but.. he just lost it. some guy was being a little too overbearing, and he was pushing every single one of lucas' buttons. he just snapped, punched him once, twice, then again and again until the other man's blood coated his hands. anger had never been an issue for the auburn haired young male, not until his transition. a familiar scent found his senses, and he quickly snapped his head up, seeing exactly who he needed to in that moment. "scott.." he gave another pained sob, then pushed himself up from his feet, damn near launching himself into the other male's grasp.

[geminibled]

"do you ever get the feeling that things are just .. off?" she frowned, lips pursing together in contemplation at her own statement. she felt things were uneasy, almost the calm before the storm. she only assumed the worst was yet to come. she exhaled a sigh, shaking her head in realisation that perhaps, such a statement may not be taken well , or deemed out of the ordinary. "i don't know , perhaps i am feeling out of sorts but i am getting the 'calm before the storm' vibes" closed starter for @scotted

[mcelebrper]

Scott McCall, do you ever play around with your hole? What is the most you’ve ever fit up there? Have you ever considered trying to fist yourself?

"My ass, dude?" Scott asked with a laugh. "I mean I've had a girlfriend that liked to stick a finger up there. It felt pretty good when she was blowing me, sure." Scott answered. The jock didn't have a ton of experience having something in his ass besides a couple of fingers, sometimes from a girlfriend, sometimes his own. "Fisting myself though?" Scott laughed again. "I'm not sure about that. I mean... How would that even fit? Would that even feel good?" He asked with a puzzled look as he thought it over. It started to turn a few gears in his mind, stuff he was going to put aside for the time being, but he was curious thinking about it.

[bxmbshclls-a]

closed starter / ft. @scotted

it had taken a couple days for erica to come to terms with the fact that she was alive. what she hadn’t quite come to terms with however, was how OLD all of her school friends were. how long had she been dead for? but, even after all this time. she’d recognise scott mccall’s scent anywhere. since her return to the land of the living, erica had pretty much been keeping to herself. but, she figured it was about time she started to show her face again. the blonde sauntered toward her friend, a smirk toying on painted rouge lips. heels clacked against the wooden panelling, as she approached scott, who was perched upon a bar stool. arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, her chin then propped atop one of her arms, close to scott's cheek. “hey, tween wolf. miss me?” the blonde gave a subtle smirk.

[parrishflame]

"Are you yet another person who does not understand the words 'no entry'?" He had been succumbed to reports of people tracing the woods, most of which remained crime scenes from the night prior. This was making his job even harder than it already was, of which he did not need the hassle. Tired eyes stared at them, a coffee in one hand, his other hand shoved deep into his pocket, to deter the winter chill. @alpha-mccall

[ewnotstiles-a]

happiness was an understatement. being reunited with scott had been something that was a long time coming. there had been countless times the two of them had made plans to meet up, but life got in the way. but now.. there was nothing getting in their way. as scott spoke, stiles chuckled lightly, pulling out of the embrace to meet his friend's gaze. "maybe i'm not really here.. maybe i'm just a figment of your imagination." stiles said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

The hug they shared spoke volumes and god did Scott need it. So much time had passed but it also felt like none had passed at all, they were the same dorky dudes sharing many adventures, heartaches, tears, finally reunited. Scott couldn't help but break into a relieved smile. "Stiles, I can't believe you're really here." It had been a while since he'd seen his best friend in person so he was in complete disbelief, but of course he always showed up at the right time, and right now the town needed the both of them.

[whitedahlia13]

That’s Where You’ll Find Me

Chapter 19: A Complication

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Allison, Scott, Alan Deaton

The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed. - L. Frank Baum, The Wizard of Oz

Alli and Scott volunteered to stay with Prada, so Lydia and Noah take the elevator up to see the Emissary. For the first couple of floors, they quietly stand, side by side.

Noah is the one to extinguish the silence. “Okay, I’ve gotta ask…”

“Yeah?” she replies, eyeing his reflection in the polished bronze doors.

“Is it weird that I kinda assumed you and I would be sharing a room?”

The residual heaviness lifts from her shoulders. “No,” she exhales. “I did too.”

“You did?” Noah asks as they turn to face each other.

“Uh-huh, and then I thought about it and….”

“It wouldn’t be fair to Scott and Alli.”

“No, it wouldn’t. And it wouldn’t be fair to you either.”

“Me?”

“You deserve some time with Scott,” she says, “I’ve been monopolizing every second—”

“Don’t say that.” He takes her hand in both of his, holding it close to his chest, not quite touching but almost. “Every minute I have with you… It feels like a gift, Lydia.”

“It feels that way to me too,” she tells him, reaching for his cheek.

She closes her eyes on contact, feels Noah lean into her palm as the elevator comes to a stop.

Her eyes meet his as the doors glide open.

There’s no time to say anything other than what her heart is begging her to say, “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” he promises, tapping his heart twice.

Read more: ao3

🏷️ @folglore13, @kylermalloy (drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged for upcoming chapters)

[thcmasstilinski]

Thomas squinted as the light hit his eyes. After years of being under the sun, he quickly noticed the difference. It was artificial. Sheets covered his hardened skin, and if it wasn’t for the instantaneous panic he felt in his chest, perhaps he’d have been comforted by it. “Hey! Hey where the hell am I?!” Noticing wires tapped into his veins, he yanked them out, pushing the sheets aside and scrambling around what his tainted memories believed to be a hospital. He quickly ran towards one of the doors, only to be stopped by a man around the same age as himself.  “Let me out! Where are they? Where are my friends?! — Chuck!” Eyes fell on him from every corner, one particularly tired looking male sat next to a sleeping blonde riddled with annoyance. But Thomas needed to make sure they were safe. He needed to find out what this place was. He wondered if he'd finally made it out of the arena alive.

[tylcrlockwood]

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I may need your help with something.”

[ewnotstiles-a]

stiles can barely pay attention to anything his best friend is saying, his mind consumed by the way his lips still tingle. it was confusing at the same time, though. kissing scott made him feel so alive, like it had sent a jolt of electricity all the way through his body, from head to toe. stiles inwardly cursed himself, and willed himself to forget about it, that it had only been an act. he’d continue to tell himself that it was just the heat of the moment, nothing else. when scott mentioned checking out a quieter room, stiles couldn’t help but nod his head. quiet was exactly what he needed too. his mind was racing almost as fast as his heart. “let’s see if we can sneak back stage and find one of the offices..” stiles offered with a smile. for a moment, his hand reached out toward scott, almost taking his hand to lead him. but, stiles managed to catch himself, and quickly shove that very same hand into the pocket of his hoodie.

his lips still feel so warm. it reminds him of the first time he kissed allison, which is — crazy. (oh, god, allison.) the quickness of stiles' pulse still drumming an uneven rhythm in scott's ears, unusually loud even over the beat of the club's music, isn't helping matters at all. isn't helping him forget what just happened — which was completely necessary, anyway, for their own survival in here. "yeah, i know. i'm just saying ... i don't know." how to string together coherent sentences again? he finds himself watching stiles chew on his lip, or rake a hand through his hair, and hastily looks away again. "i'm overthinking it." which isn't an explanation at all, so he rubs the back of his neck and does his best not to form an instant headache. "right. investigation. uh ... can we check out a more quiet room for a minute?"

[ofthxrns]

closed starter ft. @scotted

during his time with malia, she had often mentioned scott mccall and truth be told, lucas had hoped that sooner rather than later he'd meet him. the young wolf hoped that this would be the turning point in his journey. more than anything, he needed someone like him to show him how to live with what he'd become. it seemed that he would be the one to do so. entering beacon hills animal clinic, lucas padded his way up to the front desk. "excuse me.. sorry to bother you. i uh- i'm looking for scott mccall?"

[argentisms]

STARTER FOR: @mccallsmemaybe | scott & allison WHEN + WHERE: the school bus, after the events of motel california

At this rate, Allison is convinced her heart will never beat at a normally again. The image of Scott, covered in gasoline while holding a lit flare is one that’ll haunt her worst nightmares. Nearly losing him twice in a matter of twelve hours feels like a punch to the gut, something she’s reminded of every time she glances down and sees Scott’s blood that’s stained her dress. The man in question is finally safe -- At least, as safe as he can be, squished on the shitty school bus in an attempt to keep away from whatever evil witchcraft the Darach had done to the motel that had everyone out of their minds. Allison knows her back will be stiff and leg will be numb before she can fall asleep, but she makes no attempt to readjust. It's not like she'll be getting any actual sleep tonight, anyway.

It's not the most comfortable position to be in, but Scott's head is in her lap and her fingers continue to card through his hair as her mind races. Right now, this is exactly where she's meant to be. His hair is still damp from showering, the smell of gasoline lingering on her skin despite her best efforts. Maybe I should go back to being no one... The words repeat over and over in her head, her gut twisting knowing that the mental image of Scott sobbing is one she can't escape. She'd helped him clean up after the fire, held him close as they stood in the shower, silent tears disguised by the hot water. There was no question that she'd take care of him after that, no matter if they were broken up and supposed to keep things casual. It's the only thing she could do, really. They were out of their depth in a way they'd never experienced before. She didn't have claws or fangs, or even her bow and arrow -- But she could help pull him out of this darkness, offer a steady hand like he's done for her so many times before.

Exhaustion fills her, lids heavy as her eyes stay on him. Eventually she''ll pass out, drift into some sort of half-awake sleep until sunrise. But right now, her head leans against the cool plane of the window, stroking Scott's hair, while her other hand rests against his arm, hoping that he's getting some sort of rest. Out of her own curiosity, she whispers into the darkness. "Scott," she starts, careful to keep her voice quiet so that she doesn't disturb Lydia, Stiles, or anyone else on the bus. "Are you still awake?"

[mcelebrper]

Open to tops: Canon packmates/guys from Teen Wolf preferred, but open to others. Muses can be Scott’s age or older. Looking for anyone that wants to teach an Alpha how to submit, pet play welcome. Scenario: Scott received a gift from your muse, which was a black leather dog collar with a tag that says “Pup”. It can be a joke for some costume, serious, or even some enchanted collar that will help force Scott to become more submissive. Can be a light or dark roleplay.  Message me to continue over private message or discord only.

Scott looked down at the small box in his hand and glanced back up at the other man with a soft smile. “Oh.” He couldn’t help but sound a bit surprised at the gift. “Thanks, this seems nice. Seems kinda… Big? And I don’t exactly have a dog.” Scott commented as he picked up the large leather collar and held it up, looking the collar over before he looked back at the man.