#scott mccall's guilt

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) + “Grief”

Requested by @joanthangroff (TW mention of suicide attempt)

It was a long ride back from the motel. At least, it felt longer. Stiles' gaze burning holes in the side of his face wasn't making it go any faster, either. Scott could see his bouncing leg, hear his racing heart and smell the anxiety radiating off of him. Even if he were oblivious to all of that, he would still know something was wrong with him.

"Stiles," he said wearily, looking at him properly for the first time since Coach snatched his whistle back off of Lydia and told them to sit down. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. All good."

The way he glanced at him said otherwise. Scott raised his eyebrows pointedly and the leg bouncing stopped. Stiles ran a hand over his thigh and nodded jerkily as if reiterating that he was fine.

"Look, we're gonna figure this out, okay?" Scott assured him as best he could. "From what Ethan said, there's a good chance that Derek is alive. Once we get back to Beacon Hills, we can find him, and we can make a better plan. No one else is going to get hurt."

He just managed to bite back a promise. He knew he couldn't. He only hoped that it was the truth.

But Stiles stared at him like he could see right through him, his eyes narrowing. He parted his lips like he was going to retort, as he usually would, but instead, he just shook his head and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. As he ran a hand over his face, Scott frowned.

"You're angry," he blurted out.

Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "No. No, Scotty, I'm not angry." His heart skipped but he acted like Scott couldn't hear it. "I'm just... I'm tired. Last night was..."

"I know," Scott said softly. His own heart skipped. "But the darach's not going to catch us by surprise like that again."

Stiles nodded, but he didn't say anything else. In fact, he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Scott wanted to, but something stopped him. He took to staring out the window and letting his eyes unfocus as he repeated his plan to find Derek in his mind the whole way home.

*

The bus dropped them off at the school. Stiles insisted on driving Scott home, even though he had his bike. He didn't put up a fight - he just wanted to go home and see his mom before he did anything else. That phone call back at the motel had felt too real. He just needed to see her.

Of course, she was at work. Scott sighed when he found the note on the fridge, but he told himself not to overthink it. She was fine.

"Alright, well, I think we should go to Derek's loft first," he said, turning to Stiles who was lingering by the back door, his arms folded. "He'd most likely have gone back there to try and heal."

He frowned.

"Although, if the alpha pack are looking for him, that might be too obvious. Maybe we should try the animal clinic first. He could've gone to Deaton, right?"

He waited for Stiles to agree with him or suggest something he hadn't thought of because right then, all Scott had was a handful of guesses and maybes.

But Stiles didn't chime in. He shrugged when he realized Scott was looking at him.

"Stiles, are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently.

Stiles dragged a hand over his face and sighed again, his tongue in his cheek, and he could smell the irritation on him, just like when they were on the bus.

"You know what? No," he snapped, throwing his hand up. "No, Scott, I'm not okay, and, quite frankly, neither are you, and I don't get why we're just pretending that last night never happened. Because it did."

"Do you mean..." Scott couldn't quite get the words out, his throat closing up around them and forcing them back down. He shifted his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "The wolfsbane?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about the wolfsbane," Stiles said, his voice thick with emotion he was failing to contain. "More specifically, what the wolfsbane did to you, Scott."

Scott shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to ignore the sick feeling weighing down on him. "It was just... you saw what it did to all of us. Ethan-"

"Tried to saw himself open, yeah," Stiles cut him off. "Probably something to do with his freakish ability to combine into one even more freakish mutation with Aiden. Isaac - he was hiding under his bed. Boyd and Lydia were hearing things. But you, Scott..."

He took a step toward him, and Scott watched his feet, observing every little detail of his shoes and the kitchen floor.

"Scott, you tried to kill yourself."

"It was just..."

"No. No, Scott, the wolfsbane brought out all of your biggest fears and just - just heightened your true emotions. Boyd's guilt about his sister, Isaac's fear of his dad, Lydia always being the one to find dead bodies. It wasn't the wolfsbane talking when you did that. Was it?"

Scott knew he had to give him an answer. He just didn't think either of them really wanted to hear it. The truth hung in the air between them, as suffocating as the gasoline that still clung to Scott's senses.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, then looked up to meet Stiles' disbelieving stare. "We need to find Derek. We can't waste any more time, we need-"

"Scott, stop! Can you even - you nearly died! Twice!"

"But I didn't-"

"Because someone stopped you! Allison literally had to sew you back together because you felt so guilty about Derek being dead that you were going to let yourself die, too! Scott, I had to talk you out of setting yourself on fire, how can you not - how do you not see how messed up that is?!"

"Stiles, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have... I should've fought the wolfsbane, or..."

Stiles just stared back at him, shaking his head incredulously. Finally, in a much softer voice, he said, "Scott, I don't want you to be sorry that I had to save you. I just... I just wanna know that you don't actually believe what you said last night."

It was a simple request. It would take just two words. And yet...

Scott opened his mouth. Then he shook his head and closed it again, looking away with a piercing pain where his healed wound was just yesterday.

"You have to admit that a lot of what we've gone through wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

"Hadn't what?" He looked back up to see the reason for the quiver in Stiles' voice; tears shone in his wide eyes. "Hadn't survived being bitten by Peter? That's what you meant, wasn't it?"

He tilted his head but he didn't get a chance to deny or confirm. Stiles already knew. He looked like he might crumble into a million pieces.

"Scott," he said, his voice cracking as he moved closer. "I don't care what's happened to us. I don't care about the murderous werewolves or - or the hunters, or any of the crazy supernatural things that keep happening around us, alright? Because we've survived it, but what I wouldn't have survived was losing my best friend."

Scott bit his tongue, his eyes stinging. Part of him wanted to point out all the bad things - the numerous times he's put his life in danger, the people who haven't survived the craziness of their world, and everything else.

Then Stiles really did crumble. "Scott, I meant what I said last night. And I can't lose you. I can't - you and my dad, you're all... you're all I've got, and I can't - Scotty, I can't lose you as well. I need you. And I know how selfish that is, but it's true. So, if you need a reason to - to believe that you should be alive, then there it is. Me, Scott. Make me your reason if you have to, or your mom, or even Allison, because I promise you that none of us would be better off if you weren't here."

"You'd be safe, at least."

He didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out.

"You don't know that," Stiles countered, then he shrugged. "And even if that was true - I don't care. Scott, I'd rather be in danger every day of my life from some supernatural threat than live without you."

He didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was surge forward and hug him. Stiles immediately wrapped his arms tight around him, as if he never intended to let go.

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly into his shoulder.

"Just make me a promise, Scotty. Alright? Promise that you'll talk to me, so that, when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's ever happened, I can tell you what an idiot you are."

Scott chuckled and nodded. "I promise." Then, he softly added: "I mean it."

Stiles tightened his arms just a little more. Both of them savoured the feeling of the other against them. Solid. Real. Alive. Safe. For a moment, they were as physically intertwined as they were in every other way.

Scott knew they should look for Derek. They should come up with a plan to stop the darach. But he wasn't ready to let go of the first real feeling of comfort he'd felt in a while.

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Trouble In Paradise, supportive parents, Loss of soberty, Drunk Stiles Stilinski, breakdown - Freeform, Supportive Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Idiots in Love, Heartache, Misunderstandings, Father-Son Relationship, father son talks, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kinda, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Sad Stiles Stilinski, Tears, Guilt, POV Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Summary:

Stiles is having a small existential crisis.

[teenwolfbywitchofhellridge]

Some musings about Scott's morality (probably not very common and a little controversial)

Scott McCall’s adherence to his no-kill rule can be seen as both a moral stance and a psychological defense mechanism, shaped by his own fears, insecurities, and desire to preserve his innocence. At its core, Scott’s refusal to kill, even when faced with situations that may arguably call for it, reflects a deeper internal struggle to maintain a clear sense of right and wrong. However, this rigid adherence to his ideals, especially when it leads to others suffering, reveals underlying contradictions in his character.

Scott's moral code is largely centered on protecting his own sense of innocence and moral purity. By clinging to the no-kill rule, he avoids the emotional burden of directly taking a life, even if it means allowing harm to befall others. Psychologically, this allows Scott to protect his self-image as a "good" person. His reluctance to engage in lethal violence can be seen as a defense against the guilt and moral ambiguity that would come with making more ruthless choices.

In the case of the Kanima, Scott's refusal to kill Jackson despite the clear threat he posed to others shows how his need to maintain his moral boundaries outweighs the immediate threat to those around him. His insistence on finding non-lethal solutions, while noble, reflects an almost selfish prioritization of his internal morality over the safety of others.

There’s also an aspect of moral superiority in Scott’s unwavering no-kill stance. He often positions himself as the moral compass of the group, but this also gives him a sense of control over situations. By dictating that no one should kill, Scott maintains his leadership position and moral authority. However, this control is built on a framework that isn’t always flexible or responsive to the nuanced, dangerous situations he faces. His rigid moral stance can put others at risk, as seen when lives are endangered by the Kanima’s rampage while Scott focuses on preserving Jackson’s life.

Scott's no-kill rule can be seen as a form of psychological conflict avoidance. Killing someone would force him to confront the darker aspects of his role as a supernatural leader and protector. By adhering strictly to his rule, Scott avoids the internal conflict that would come from crossing that line. In a way, Scott’s reluctance to kill is an avoidance mechanism that keeps him from fully engaging with the morally complex world he inhabits, allowing him to maintain a black-and-white view of morality.

While Scott views his refusal to kill as a form of self-sacrifice, it can often lead to the sacrifice of others instead. In situations like the Kanima case, where innocent lives are at stake, Scott’s refusal to make the hard choice arguably protects his own conscience more than it protects the people he’s responsible for. This can be seen as an attempt to shield himself from the psychological toll of killing, while others bear the physical consequences of his inaction. It’s a form of indirect selfishness—by preserving his own sense of moral integrity, he unintentionally places the burden of suffering on others.

Scott’s no-kill rule is a complex and flawed psychological mechanism. While it is rooted in a genuine desire to be morally upright, it often causes harm by preventing him from making hard but necessary choices. His strict adherence to this rule can be seen as a defense against guilt, moral ambiguity, and the loss of his own innocence, but it also exposes him as someone who prioritizes his internal morality over the safety and well-being of those he is meant to protect. In this way, Scott's idealism becomes a form of moral tunnel vision, where the desire to remain "good" leads to greater harm for those around him.

[fandomnsfw]

Easy On The Eyes - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt: Because I need a break from other stuff.

Warning: (No Stiles’ were hurt during the making of this fan fiction I love you Stiles :’C) None really just cute shit and awkward and sweet Derek Hale.

Description: You got caught up in the fight between the McCall pack and the Dread Doctors a year ago and now you have something to tell the pack but soon after, everything started going according to your plan...well except the mate part.

ENJOY!!!!

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You sat next to Lydia, your hand in hers as Scott stared at the floor with a look of deep thought. Everyone else in the room was silent as they wrapped there head around everything you had just said. You knew it was a lot for someone to take in but they needed to know from you…not from Melissa once you couldn’t walk and she had to get you a carer.

“Why didn’t you tell us from the start…Y/N the things you’ve been doing and getting involved in…you could’ve died…” Scott looked up sadly and you let your eyes fall to the floor in shame.

“I found out last year…after the dread doctors…I thought it was because…Theo threw me into that pipe…but it wasn’t.” Stiles shot a furious glare at Theo who was staring at the floor with guilt.

“Stop it Stiles. If he hadn’t done that I wouldn’t of found out for years or until I couldn’t walk one day. I’m actually grateful for that injury but I don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life…I want you to turn me while I’m strong enough to survive.” You asked with determination all over your face making sure he knew you had thought about it.

“I don-Are you sure?” Scott asked seriously but before you could say anything Derek let out a huff before speaking up.

“Why the hell are you hesitating? She’s ill Scott! With all due respect if she didn’t want it she wouldn’t of asked.” Derek snapped and your eyes shot up to his face in surprise. You and Derek only met shortly after the Anuk-ite attack due to joining Scott shortly after the dread doctors when they saved you from Theo and his band of merry chimera’s.

Derek was quiet but polite enough despite that Stiles calls him sourwolf, however you found him calming to be around. He didn’t speak to you much but he was always looking out for the pack since he’d been back even the members that were new. It helped that he wasn’t too bad to look at with his black stubble, piercing pale green eyes and god like body.

“Woah there sourwolf! Calm your shit. Scott is obviously going to do it if she wants the bite.” Stiles huffed sassily as he stood to get all up Derek’s face.

“Stiles sit your cute little ass down!” Lydia snorted as she grabbed Stiles’ top dragging him back down to his seat at the other side of her.

“Aww you think my ass is cute.” Stiles preened happily as she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

“When would you like to do it?” Scott asked with a sad smile.

“It’s not like we need to arrange it Scott. You have fangs and I have my body wherever we are.” You snorted with a teary laugh earning a laugh from everyone including the parents of the pack which had been pretty quiet until now.

“Where would you feel most comfortable?” Scott asked with a little more humour this time.

“We can do it at the loft?” Derek suggested absently making you smile at him brightly.

“Why would she want to do it at your grubby loft Derek…seriously are you feeling okay today? She needs to be somewhere more sterile.” Stiles grumbled sarcastically and his dad let out a sigh before smacking Stiles round the back of his head.

“Hey that child abuse!” Stiles screeched and his dad raised his brows.

“You’re over 18…technically its just plain old abuse. Though I’m sure the Sheriff will let me off with a warning.” He informed him with a smirk as Stiles just gaped at him.

“I would actually like to do it at the loft it’s the most secluded place so if I lose control we’re far enough from people that one of your can stop me.” You commented reasonably.

“Good point. Since its winter break we have time to help you learn control before your back at Yale.” Scott replied causally and you suddenly went silent, frozen in place.

“I’m not going back to Yale I’m transferring to the same school as you Scott.” Suddenly Melissa’s voice was booming.

“Like hell you’re giving up Yale! Why would you want to transfer!? You got into a blue collar school on full scholarship honey…” Melissa looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

“Because I’m not happy there! I’m too far away…everyone at that school is either a genius or an asshole! I hate it I miss my pack…I was an orphan before this and now I have a whole family…I don’t want to be away from you guys.” You muttered sadly as you stared up at the closest person you had to a mother these days.

“Are you that miserable there?” She asked, guilt written all over her face.

“Yes…” You muttered slowly and she just nodded before walking over to you and dragging you up to wrap her arms around you.

“Okay honey.” Melissa whispered soothingly into your hair as you clung to her like a life line.

“I would like to do it tomorrow…my health isn’t too bad right now but that could change on any given day and I don’t wanna risk it.” You stated calmly as Melissa pulled away from you and everyone nodded quietly.

The rest of the night was perfect, you all had dinner while talking about classes and how relationships were going. Malia and Scott were still together, Lydia and Stiles were going strong, Mason and Corey are enjoying their first year at college together. Melissa was still seeing Chris surprisingly, Noah was still single but you’d told him about the new owner of the diner that found the Sheriff attractive earning a groan from Stiles and a laugh from everyone else.

********

You stared at the loft doors with serious determination, your heart racing a mile a minute as your fingers twitched against the cold hard metal handle. You nod to yourself as you yanked the door open to see Derek and Scott stood around the table in the lofts entrance.

You gave Scott a small smile before sending a nod to Derek in thanks for letting you use the loft. Scott gave you a sad smile in return like he was giving you some sort of death sentence but for you it was going to be a better life.

“Are you sure?” Scott asked on last time as you lifted your top so Scott could bite your abdomen.

“Yes I’m sure.” You huffed with a humoured smile as Derek let out a growl.

“Okay I got it Derek. Jeez you’re really demanding for a beta.” Scott snorted playfully before he bent down and bit your waist gently. You heard yourself let out a scream but after that everything went black.

*********

“-she’ll wake up soon just stop pacing.” You heard a voice say at the side of you but you couldn’t open your eyes.

“I know but it’s been 24 hours Scott this isn’t normal…They either get stronger or get weaker…I’ve never seen someon—her heart rate changed…Y/N?” It was Scott and Derek.

You sniffed the air and suddenly the scent of something hit your nose and you eyes shot open. You sat up and looked at Scott with a frown. You stood up cautiously and began sniffing Scott which made his eyes widen. You frown as you realised as much as you could tell he was your Alpha that wasn’t what smelt so good.

You head spun round instantly and you eyes locked with Derek. It was him…why did he smell so good? You thought absently as you turned around completely and walked over to him. His eyes flashed blue at you making your flash in return.

“You smell so good…” You whispered as you started circling him as you smelt his body.

“Derek what the hell is happening?” Scott muttered with wide eyes from across the room.

“I may have failed to mention I was 98% certain she’s my mate…but only when your wolves can you detect it from both sides…” Derek chuckled awkwardly as he blushed under your constant attentions but never moved away.

“Mate?” You perked up at the word and nuzzled against Derek’s neck as he allowed you to hang off his neck like a monkey as you practically climbed him like a tree.

“Okay this is because she’s a new wolf…she’ll learn to control it eventually…maybe I should go until she can control it?” Derek whispered and you instantly started growling.

“Mine.” You snapped as Scott tried to approach.

“I have zero intention of stealing Derek, Y/N you can keep him.” Scott muttered as he got closer but the second he took one step you launched, so before you could make contact, Scott let out an almighty roar than made even Derek’s knee’s wobble as you cowered low to the ground.

You blinked and suddenly felt a little more yourself thought you could still smell how good Derek smelt but now you knew better than to climb a man you barely knew like he was Mount Everest. You looked at Derek in horror and then at Scott with an exasperated look to why he let you climb Derek before doing his alpha roar.

“S-Sorry Derek I d-didn’t mean to do that…” You stuttered until you remembered what he’d said.

“It’s okay…I get the urges but I’m a born wolf so…I can control it. I’m sorry I should’ve told you before you took the bite but…your health…” Derek looked so guilty so when you started laughing he looked…shocked wasn’t a word that could do his face justice.

“You don’t have to apologise…you being my mate would’ve just been another reason for me to turn. What girl in the world doesn’t fantasies about having one man or in this case werewolf made to be her perfect match? It helps that you’re easy on the eyes and have a six pack.” You joked and Scott looked horrified by what you had said like you said the wrong thing but suddenly Derek started laughing and Scott looked even more worried and you suddenly remembered this was the first time you’d seen the older man laugh and it was the most beautiful thing you think you’d ever seen.

“You broke Derek.” Scott snorted as Derek finally stopped laughing.

“Shut up Scott.” Derek grumbled and suddenly he was back to his usual stoic self.

“Yeah Scott shut up.” You teased as Scott’s phone started ringing. The second he answered you heard Melissa’s voice over the phone asking his a million questions.

“She’s awake mom. Yes you can come over.” Scott huffed as his mother hung up so she could make her way over.

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Within twenty minutes the whole pack was in the loft with smiles but all the new smells made you uneasy so you involuntarily moved closer to Derek and you almost thought you’d gotten away with it too but Lydia’s voice echoed through the loft and everyone was looking.

“What was that?” She sassed as she pointed between you and Derek.

“What was what?” You muttered innocently as you fought the urge to creep closer to Derek again.

“You know what. You moved closer to Derek. Scott’s your alpha and we’ve known you longer…yet you moved closer to the one wolf you know less than anyone in this pack.” Lydia stated like she had you pegged.

“No I did not.” You scoffed as your eyes flickered to Derek who looked strangely amused.

“You just gonna stand there and let this interrogation ensue? I will take you down with me.” You hissed softly and he just smirked, his arms crossing defiantly.

“I’m Derek’s mate. He hid it from us.” You threw him straight under the metaphorical bus and he looked terrified.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Derek grumbled as everyone stared at them in shock.

“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna help me. Some mate you are.” You huffed with a childish glare and suddenly Derek let out a whine and your eyes shot open fully.

“Aww I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.” You sighed sadly and he nodded with a blush on his face.

“Sourwolf has been tamed…It’s a miracle.” Stiles cheered sarcastically and Lydia slapped his arm scoldingly.

“Why does everyone think its okay to slap me?” Stiles whined with an exasperated sigh.

“Because you never learn to keep your mouth closed.” Lydia sasses back making Stile shrink instantly.

“Congratulations if anyone deserves a mate in this world its you dear nephew.” Peter stated with a sad smile.

“I don’t know much about wolves but I’d say we should probably leave them to talk about it together…alone. Let’s go you supernatural young adults and fellow pack parents.” Melissa shouted sassily as she round everyone up but not before pulling you into a motherly hug.

“I’m happy this went better than anyone had expected. I like Hale, he’s loyal and in this world that all I can ask for you. I know I didn’t give birth to you but I have loved being a mother figure for the short year you were still a kid…” Melissa whispered softly, tears in her eyes as she wiped the already fallen ones from your face.

“I could be 30 and you’d still be the only person I’d ever consider a mother. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” You sobbed happily as she pulled you into another hug.

“I’m kind of glad you’re coming home. I’ve missed you…Scott wont let me paint his nails.” Melissa chuckled humorously before pulling away.

“Me too…I love you.” You muttered through a laugh.

“I love you too kiddo. Also Chris got back from France while you were sleeping. He brought you a present.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

“Someone’s trying to earn brownie points?” You giggled and she shot you a wink before leaving out the loft door, Scott pulling it shut as he turned green with disgust as he tried to ignore what he’d just heard.

The second everyone had driven off you turned to Derek with shy smile. You had no idea how you supposed to act now everyone was gone. He was your mate but you barely knew one another and that was evident by how still Derek was.

“Was it hard not acting on your impulses?” You whispered as you resisted the urge to reach for him.

“Very…It doesn’t help that you’re so sweet to everyone…” Derek grumbled and you frowned softly as if asking what he meant but he shook his head.

“If we’re going to be mates…maybe should be more open with each other?” You suggested gently and Derek let out a sigh but nodded in agreement.

“When other wolves or supernaturals come near you…my wolf see’s them as competition…since we’re not completely mated.” He admitted awkwardly.

“S-So if I hugged Liam?” You asked nervously and Derek let out a growl in reply earning a smile from you.

“Okay…got it. How do we mate completely?” You asked curiously making Derek’s eyes widen.

“Exchanging bites…during a full moon…usually done during…ya know.” Derek flung his hands around like you knew what he meant and you caught on pretty quick but you didn’t let him know you just turned your head to the side looking at him innocently.

“I’m going to hell.” Derek groaned and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

His eyes shot up at the sound when he finally realised you knew what he meant. He shot you a glare, his arms crossing angrily as he stared you down. You gave a sweet smile in return, as you approached him slowly. He froze as you got closer as if he was trying to stop himself from touching you.

“I’m not that innocent Derek. You mean we need to bite one another whilst in the midst of some passionate full moon sex?” You snickered and Derek flushed but nodded in reply.

“Sounds kinky.” You giggled as you chest your chest against at Derek’s arms that were still folded.

“Once we mate…we’re together forever… you understand that right? If one of us dies then other will likely have to be put down…” Derek spoke seriously and your eyes widened at his words.

“W-Why?” You whispered fearfully.

“Because its documented that the few mates that have lost their other half go feral…but most mates die at the same time of old age usually.” Derek stated sadly as he reached for you only to pull back at the last second.

“Oh…well don’t die on me then.” You whispered with mild humour but mostly seriousness.

“C-Can I…never mind.” Derek huffed under his breath.

“Kiss me? Hug me?” You asked as he blushed.

“I’m so down for either.” You added and his eyes widened momentarily before softening.

Instead of words Derek’s arms circled your waist as his lips pushed against yours with a firm yet loving pressure that made your wolf howl. You gripped his t-shirt as his right hand cupped your cheek so gently you hardly believed it was the same, full shifting vicious black wolf that you’d seen in battle, yet it was. As he pulled away you let out a little whine before sending him a pout which made him smile happily.

“Yeah…nope…you’re gonna have to bring that right back on in here wolf man.” You stated as you pulled him down, Derek smiled into the kiss but happily obliged with you commanding request.

“Yep you’ve ruined me. Never letting you out my paws now.” You chuckled sweetly and Derek shook his head at your confidence before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come on its only 8 how about I take you out for dinner?” Derek asked, a smirk slipping onto his face as his eyebrow raised in a playful way.

“Are you asking me on a date Derek Hale?” You giggled equally as playful.

“If you call the local Italian place a date.” Derek muttered with a slight blush on his face.

“Let’s go DerBear.” You giggled as you skipped towards you door.

“Yeah that’s not gonna be a thing.” Derek grumbled as he grabbed his keys.

“Mhmm yeah it is my lovely mate.” You argued as you ran off ahead of him.

You knew this was just the beginning for you and Derek but you couldn’t help the amount of affection you could already feel for the older man. He was sweet with you which probably helped since you knew he wasn’t one to be over affectionate even with Scott who he loves like a brother but you couldn’t help but be happy it was only you who could have him like this.

You couldn’t wait to find out what your lives had in store for you and your mate.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Scott McCall Would Include:

As a yandere, he is obsessive, possessive, and jealous. He doesn’t like seeing the love of his life talking to others or spending time with them. If he notices you spending more time with another he’ll become jealous and find a way to separate you. He will do anything for the love of his life even if it means hurting someone.

He'll do whatever it takes to keep you as his. That could include kidnapping and isolating you from the world. He might also resort to violence, like hurting the person who's trying to take you away from him.

He might start to become possessive and controlling of you. He'll want to know where you are and who you're with at all times. He may even go so far as to isolate you from your friends and family so that he can have you all to himself.

He might start to get paranoid that you're cheating on him or that you're going to leave him, which can make him even more possessive and controlling. This could lead him to be more overprotective of you and want to know everything about your life. He might start monitoring your phone calls, texts, emails, and social media accounts without you even knowing in an effort to make sure you're not talking to anyone else.

He will always find a way to win you back when you're starting to slip away. Whether that's through romantic gestures or manipulative tactics. The lengths he'll go to are no limits all he cares about is keeping you all to himself.

He could start to become completely unpredictable in his actions, going from being obsessive and controlling to being very sweet and loving in a matter of seconds. This can make it difficult for you to know how he's going to react when things don't go his way. He might also start to become violent when he feels threatened or when he's hurt. Extreme jealousy can also cause him to become manipulative and try to guilt trip you into doing what he wants.

But despite all of these flaws, Scott does deep down care about the person he's obsessed with. He might have some insecurities that cause him to cling to you in a way that's unhealthy, but he does love you and wants to protect you. He may still want the best for you, even if it means he has to go to extreme lengths to make sure you don't leave him.

He might start to become verbally or even physically abusive towards you, as he tries to get you to cut off contact with anyone else. He might yell at you, insult you, and even hit you to show how much he doesn't want you to spend time with anyone else.

In werewolf mode, he'll become even more obsessive and violent. He'll become more territorial over you and won't let anyone get close. Anyone who tries to come near you will be seen as a threat and he'll go after them.

In werewolf mode, he'll also become more aggressive in his pursuit of you. He'll be relentless in trying to hunt you down, no matter how hard you try to run or fight. Additionally, his physical strength will also be increased and he'll have even more powerful primal urges.

His friends will be concerned about his behavior. They'll notice that he's become more possessive and controlling towards you. They'll try to warn him that his behavior is unhealthy and that he needs to stop. But he'll be too focused on you to listen.

If something or someone targets you, he'll become even more aggressive and violent. He'll go after the person/thing that's threatening you. He'll be relentless in trying to protect you, even if it means he might get hurt or even killed.

If he goes on dates with you, he'll try to make it as romantic as possible. He'll plan elaborate and unique dates that no one else could ever plan. But if someone else tries to take you on a date, he'll quickly intervene and make sure that it doesn't happen.

He will be extremely affectionate and needy. He'll want to spend as much time as possible with you. He'll be constantly touching and hugging you, giving you kisses, and telling you how much he loves and cares about you.

As a yandere, he has a complete lack of morality, logic, reason, or sanity when it comes to his love. He will let his emotions and desires take over without a second thought and will do whatever it takes to protect and possess you. He has a highly intense and exaggerated sense of possessiveness that can lead him to become aggressive and even violent towards anyone he feels is in the way of his own desires for you. He will act irrationally, impulsively, and without restraint or regard for anyone else’s safety, feelings, or well-being.

The concept of marriage is essential. To him, it is the ultimate proof that you belong to him. Marriage is a commitment that symbolizes your eternal love and devotion. He would do anything to keep you with him and if that means getting married, then so be it. The only thing that matters to him is having you to always be his.

The idea of having children with you is a dream come true. He wants to create a family with you that reflects the intense love and devotion you share. Having children is a way for him to ensure that he will always have a piece of you with him, no matter what happens.

In the situation of you not wanting/can't have kids, he would be devastated. Children are one of the most important aspects to him even as a yandere. He wants to create a family and have a permanent reminder of the love he has for you. But if you didn't want or couldn't have children, it would cause a lot of conflict between you. He would try to compromise and find other ways to ensure that you would have something lasting, but ultimately, he would be very upset and conflicted.

The idea of family is essential to him, not just children, but also having close relationships with your family members. He wants to be accepted and seen as part of the family. This means having relationships and connections with your parents and siblings, as well as other extended family members. This means everyone will only see the big brown-eyed puppy who loves you wholeheartedly and will not understand something's wrong.

"You are mine and mine alone. Nobody else is allowed to touch you or get close to you. Only I can love you and take care of you. Anyone else who wants to get close to you is a threat and will not be tolerated. You belong to me and me alone and I will do whatever it takes to protect that. Understand?"

Size worship - He loves being bigger and having you worship every inch of his body. Being admired for his size is incredibly arousing and makes him feel like the most powerful person in the room.

Experimenting - Different positions and scenarios during sex, such as trying new angles or experimenting with different positions like doggystyle, or reverse cowgirl. He loves the feeling of being in complete control of the situation and being able to decide exactly how it all goes and ends.

Romantic gestures - While he may be a brute in bed, he still enjoys doing sweet things for you. Things like writing dirty love letters, sending flowers, or planning surprise dates that end with sex can really turn him on.

Teasing - Teasing you by withholding orgasms or delaying gratification is a great way for him to maintain control over you while also building anticipation and desire.

Forced confessions - Making you admit your attraction to him, no matter how reluctant you may be, is a great way for him to assert his dominance over you while also getting off on hearing you express your desire for him.

[dearest-love2410]

If someone has read Percy Jackson and watched teen wolf….

Scott mccall = Percy Jackson

Like come on they’re so similar!!!

Scott “didn’t want the bite” McCall and Percy “look, I didn’t ask to be a half blood” Jackson

Both have amazing sweet mums

Both are loyal to a fault to their friends

Both fell in love with a girl whose parents hate him (for Annabeth like Athena hated Percy…)

Both feel guilt and feel like they didn’t do enough

And like soooo much more !!!

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Top 10 Ships Involving POC in 10 Different Fandoms (Round 4)

Thanks to the wonderful @welldressedllama for the tag! 🥰 Just for funsies, this time I’m doing enemies-to-lovers/rivals-to-lovers/maybe-not-traditional-enemies-but-way-too-antagonistic-to-not-fit-the-bill-to-lovers edition. In no particular order:

1) Macy Vaughn x Abigael Jameson-Caine (Macigael) - Charmed CW

I ultimately respect the AbiMel plot, but these two were literally Right There. Excellent chemistry from moment one and they perfectly mirrored each other with Macy as a witch with demon blood (struggling with darkness) and Abigael as a demon with witch blood (struggling to accept lightness). To think of what could have been with the two of them and the acceptance of good and bad and the whole complex mess of the self makes me insaneeee

2) Nicky Shen x Zhilan Zhang (Zhicky) - Kung Fu CW

Idek what to say their dynamic was just so fun and watching them begrudgingly grow close was chef's kiss.

3) Eve Polastri x Villanelle (Villaneve) - Killing Eve

Literally THE enemies to lovers imho. What more do I need to say? Eve said seduction into my darkness? Yes please. Villanelle said feel emotions for one (1) woman and obsess over her? Okay. They're enemies AND lovers. They've both tried to kill each other. So? They get each other like no one else. No one's doing it like them

4) Scott McCall x Theo Raeken (Sceo) - Teen Wolf

Sorry but I'm clawing at the walls, gnawing on my hands, howling at the moon over them. Exploring all the tension and the guilt and the fear and the longing is delicious. And the layer of long-lost friends? The subtle seduction into trust and the mutual destruction on Theo's part? Sorry I'm crazy about it sorry.

5) Mona Vanderwaal x Spencer Hastings (Vanderstings/Spemona?) - Pretty Little Liars

Somebody in this fandom needs to tell me right meow why they're not a bigger thing??? Quintessential 'they hate each other's guts but no one matches their freak better'. Throw Hanna in the mix and that's the perfect formulation, but they hold their own on enemies-to-lovers grounds sooooooo well.

6) Raven Reyes x John Murphy (Murven) - The 100

Truth be told they're not my top ship for each other BUT they are the epitome of enemies to friends (to lovers). Some of the best relationship development I can think of.

7) Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (Bonnora) - The Vampire Diaries

Literally why were they not a thing? Bonenzo ily but look at them! They had such a fun little antagonistic flirty thing and Nora was canonically crushing on Bonnie. All I want is queer Bonnie and I was so close to having it

8) Kitty Covey x Yuri Han (Kitturi) - XO Kitty

Kitty literally took one look at rival Yuri making music and crossed that thin line from hate to love. Girl was like "I will take this Angry tension and transform it into Sexual tension" and I respect that

9) Kathani "Kate" Sharma x Anthony Bridgerton (Kanthony) - Bridgerton

I've only watched one full episode and seen random bits here and there but I'm obsessed with her and I'm obsessed with them. Literally scene one I was all in. They are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires

10) Luke Alvez x Penelope Garcia (Garvez) - Criminal Minds

I missed Morgan as much as the next guy, but Penelope and Luke's banter and chemistry is unmatched. Shame on the new seasons for lying to me and saying they went on a date but didn't have the same chemistry, that is such Bull

Honorable mention: Zafira x Nasir (Nasira? Nafira?) from the Sands of Arawiya duology, who I feel I cannot officially include because I have only read a small excerpt so far, but I expect to like very much

Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3

As always, no pressure whatsoever, but I’ll tag @freddieslater @aconfusedidentity @userlaylivia @scribeoffate @sees-writes @rhyslahey and anyone else who wants to play! :)

[bansheehale]

I've been wanting to read a fic where Isaac comes back and reacts to Theo (and Thiam) so bad 😭 I think they would get along

silly little SFW one shot for you below the cut!

It had been a long time since Isaac Lahey had been back in Beacon Hills. There’s a very specific grief that comes with losing everything more than once. It convinces you that you’re a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off and ruin everything.

Coming back to Beacon Hills hadn’t been easy, but Chris had asked him, and Isaac owed Chris more than could be repaid. Kid werewolves were being hunted, and the McCall pack was one of the few things standing in the way.

Isaac hadn’t been ready to see Scott again, but what he really hadn’t been ready for was how much the pack had grown. There were two new boys, younger and angrier than the rest. Liam and Theo.

Isaac liked Theo. He was a little cold, but Isaac could relate to the standoffish behavior. The guy was witty, dark, and reeked of guilt. Another thing Isaac could relate to. Very much against both of their wills, Theo became a lot like a younger brother to Isaac.

Theo would never have admitted out loud that he thought Isaac was funny, but his regularly gravitating to Isaac in groups gave it away. Isaac was the only one who hadn’t seen the blood on Theo’s hands firsthand. There was a buffer with Isaac that freed Theo from the judgment that Scott McCall’s perfect morality inflicted. Scott was a good guy, but he was still a black and white thinker after all this time. Isaac and Theo each understood being a victim in a way that was hard to find.

The only problem was Liam.

Theo was clearly falling head over heels, and wouldn’t admit it. One night, sitting on the hood of the truck, Isaac made the mistake of asking, “why haven’t you asked Liam out already?”

Theo’s expression closed off immediately. “Why would I ask him out?”

“Come on, you’re not that good at hiding your chemosignals,” Isaac said. “So what’s the deal? Is he straight?”

“He’s bi,” Theo groused through gritted teeth. “And he’s off limits.”

“Why?”

Theo lay back flat against his windshield. “I’ve screwed up pretty much everything in my life. I killed my own sister. I can’t date Liam. He’s too good for that.”

Isaac raised an eyebrow. “I saw him punch a hole in a wall just two days ago.”

“I said good, not perfect. He cares about other people in a way I don’t know how to.”

“I get it.”

“No you don’t.”

“What, you think growing up with my dad, that I learned how to care about people? He used to lock me in a freezer. You get pretty cold when that goes on for long enough.”

Theo let out a small snort. “Cold?”

“I thought that might get you.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. I’m one of the two people you tolerate. And speaking of, you should ask the other one out.”

“You really think Liam would go out with me?” Theo asked.

“He looks at you like if you don’t start making out with him, he’s going to kill himself. Ask him out.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think faster. I invited him to join us tonight.”

“I really, really hate you.”

[fairytalegumiho]

Okay!!!!!!!!

I'm a poc.

I can't stress this enough. I'm gonna lose my mind if I see another post about "you are a racist if you don't like Scott McCall". I don't really hate him, he is just not my top fav character.

The trope I hate the most in ensemble cast is-character not being called out or not facing the consequences because of their decisions or the things they do. This perfectly applies to Scott McCall.

He is perfectly ok with killing Peter if it meant he doesn't become a werewolf.

He is perfectly ok with Gerard being dead if it meant that his mother is safe from the threats by Gerard.

But no one says anything on this. Everyone just keeps saying he is a morally goody goody boy which he isn't.

If it is meant to be character development then people should agree that Scott is not perfect which no one addresses in the show.

He is a teenager. Of course he makes stupid decisions but everyone treats him like he is some kinda god in the show that it's very hard to treat him like a normal teenager.

He is not supposed to abuse Isaac.

He is not supposed to force Derek against his will to bite Gerard.

He is not supposed to let Derek die and immediately kiss his back from dead girlfriend.

He is not supposed to say "maybe they had a reason to do it" and honestly everyone that supports this statement is sick to the core. If anything Derek has every reason to be outright angry and kill every living Argent but he doesn't do that but you know what he does? Safely drops his enemy's daughter at her house. And everyone wonders why Derek is a fan favourite next to Stiles.

He is not supposed to guilt trip Stiles for a pure act of self defence.

I can go on and on for the reasons why Scott isn't my fav character but his race is not one of them. I also very recently got to know that he is a poc but he is not my fav character since long back.

[strangestofthings12]

Okay this is going to be a very rambling post because I’m tired and can’t sleep until I yell about this a little so here I am to vent on a throw away account😅

Scott McCall is a character that I don’t always love and I’m not going to lie and pretend like he is my favorite anything because he’s not. Everyone who I’ve talked about teen wolf with can tell you I have my issues with him and honestly with the writing of the show in general. BUT I will never understand the hate for him. I’ve been thinking about it because I was doom scrolling TikTok for a bit before I had to go to work and came across a video talking about how horrible Scott is and the thing is that they literally made zero valid points (to me at least. I am aware I am bias and I have a bad habit of doubling down on liking a character if I think someone is being unfair or anything so I don’t know). One of her points was literally that Scott “uses Derek as a weapon after dosing him with kanima (I can’t spell don’t tell me if that’s wrong I’ll cry😌) venom” which…… doesn’t happen?? I just rewatched the show recently and I’ll admit I don’t really like season 2 and I have issues with quite a bit of it but Gerard is trying ti play Scott because he has something over him. Allison. Derek would(probably) never bite Gerard willingly and Gerard knows this. But he thinks he can outplay and force Scott in a position where he has to choose between Allison and him being a werewolf. Derek is already paralyzed when Scott is put in this position. This would’ve happened no matter what. Scott just outsmarted Gerard because he and Deaton had a plan. One that Scott doesn’t really tell anyone. We as an audience don’t even know so why would Scott tell DEREK?!? Derek who has done anything to earn his trust they are ally’s and that is it. They aren’t friends (yet?) (I don’t know Derek is weird😭). I don’t know if any of this makes sense but what can you do. I can and probably will talk about it more but I am running in like three or four hours of sleep in like the past two days and I’m sick so this is just to help my brain shut up I doubt anyone is reading anyways😅

Now another thing is she said that Scott letting Deucalion live was irresponsible. One he is a teenager…… two Scott beloved in second chances. Oh no😭 he’s such a bad person because he doesn’t think people and irredeemable and deserve to die😭😭 I have never seen people say stuff like that for superhero’s who do that same thing unless they are people who think the punisher is a role model. Now I’m sure people have but from what I’ve seen it doesn’t really happen and we literally see Deucalion being better!!! Like??? Also she said that Theo deserves to die and I’m not going to turn this into a Theo post but how are you going ti get mad at someone being used as a weapon (I still think that dumb but can at least kinda see where she’s coming from) then say that the kid who has been manipulated and twist into the worst version of himself so that he can be a weapon deserves to be dead. Mind you Scott literally isn’t the reason Theo isn’t still in the Skin-walker prison?? Like Scott immediately wants to send him back?? Liam is the one who keeps him out because he is in love thinks Theo will be useful

Last thing (for now) is People who say the Acott is a horrible friend to Stiles. I don’t get it. At all. Like I am convinced we watched a different show?? ESPECIALLY IF THEY MENTION SCOTT NOT TAKING STILES SIDE WHEN HE FOUND OUT THE STILES KILLED DONOVAN. Nobody was actually communicating in that scene which was Theo’s whole plan(I’m sorry Theo baby I love you but I will always throw you under the bus with this😔 I have to. It is literally entirety your fault) Scott was never going to be okay with what Theo told him Stiles did. Theo used the guilt and fear that stiles was feeling to get in his head. Stiles was scared because he just fucking killed someone. He didn’t know what to do. Scott literally apologized after he found out the truth and made sure stiles knew he still loved him. I don’t get why so many people seem to think that Scott being manipulated means he’s a bad friend?? Like he and stiles werent seeing eye to eye about Theo from the moment they saw him because Scott is to trusting and Stiles to distrustful but Scott is listening and literally on stiles side UNTIL Theo gets in Scotts head. Theo wanted to drive everyone away from Scoot and turn them against him so he used Scott’s weakness. Wanting to trust and see the good in people and then he made Stlies, one of the only people who would always be by Scott (and vice versa), into a gray area when everything was already scary and new and just not going well. WHICH IS LITERALLY THE PLAN??

Anyways this is way to long and if you read this all I’m sorry and thank you?? I need ti go to sleep. Hopefully I can🙄

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Part 3 - Explanations

Words: 6287

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Tiny Bit Of Smut, Multiple Heart To Heart, Protective Scott, Possessive Stiles, Jealously, Talk Of Marking, Talk Of Mates. Think that's it.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader/Sadie McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Allison Argent, Melissa McCall, Derek Hale.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski and Reader

Summary: A little bit more of the truth is revealed and things get heated between Stiles and Sadie, not in all positive ways. Just how much can Sadie take?

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I know I missed a week there, had a busy week at work! And hopefully this extra long chapter will make up for it, I was going to cut it into two chapter but I felt it flowed better as one, so I hope that's okay! Please let me know what you think, really hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 3 - Explanations

Scott’s whispered confession reaches your ears and you collapse against him almost immediately. Being turned was the one thing Stiles had insisted that he would never want, and he’d become increasingly adamant as the years had gone on. You can’t help but worry how this has affected their friendship, this was a pretty big thing to come between two friends. You also need to find out just how badly it’s currently affecting the two of them individually. They were two of the most important people in your life, which only made hearing all of this that much harder.

Scott pulls back to look at you as soon as you’ve recovered from the shock. You know that he needs to talk, to get this off of his chest, so you don't say anything in reply. You're slightly unsure of what to say right now anyway, because he’d done it, you knew he wasn’t lying, he’d bitten Stiles and that only meant one thing. 

Besides, It's not like you can argue with him, because given his choices and his abilities, you would've done the same thing, especially in the heat of the moment. Knowing your brother the way you do, you know how hard it was for him to make that decision. He’d never wanted to turn anyone, let alone somebody who couldn’t make the decision for themselves.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind, does Stiles still have the beginnings of his mothers condition? Or had his new werewolf side shielded him from that reality? But Scott speaking pulls you from your thoughts.

"Trust me, nobody can hate me more than I hate myself for what I did that day. I know it was selfish, I do. But I couldn't lose my best friend, Sadie. Not like that, not when I had the chance to save him."

You hug him again, making sure to squeeze him extra tight. 

"I won't tell you that you made the wrong decision, Scott, because that would make me a hypocrite. I'm pretty sure in your position I would've done the same. But have the two of you spoken about any of this? The guilt you're clearly feeling? Are you guys okay?" 

"Sorry, I’m just worried about you, well, both of you." You mumble under your breath, pulling back to look at him. You're sure that your wince is visible as soon as the words leave your lips. 

Not that Scott shows any sign of being overwhelmed by your inquisition, nothing new there though. He simply gives you a fond smile as he looks you over, as if contemplating if you can handle his next words.

"Typical, Sadie. Always thinking of everyone else, never yourself.” Scott sighs softly, before he continues. 

“Stiles knows how I feel and why I feel it, and he gets it. We've talked at length about this, trust me, I think he’s sick of me asking at this point. He isn't happy about what I did, not by a long shot, but he's had time to process and he understands why I did what I did." Before Scott can continue he groans in pain and clenches his teeth.

You quickly grab his shoulders and force him to look at you. "I guess I got it from my big brother, huh?” You state matter of factly, trying your best to distract him from whatever pain he’s feeling but you watch as he balls his hands into fists, clearly doing his best to ignore whatever is wrong. Then you watch as his face begins to contort in pain, instantly worrying you. 

“Scott, what Is it?" You demand as the worry tightens your stomach almost painfully. He reaches out and quickly grabs the couch and his claws start protruding from the tips of his fingers.

"I hate to ask you this, Sadie. But I need you to go down to the basement with me. Stiles needs you, he's in pain and he and I, our connection, it’s diff…" Scott's sentence is cut off when he moans, grabbing at his head and dropping to the floor. 

You don't even think as you leave your brother, making a run for it, heading towards the basement door. You rip the door open and charge down the stairs, flinging open the final door as soon as it’s in reach.

"Stiles?" You call out as soon as you round the corner, but you come to a halt as soon as your eyes fall on the man in question, he’s chained to the wall in front of you. Growling low and sinister the closer you get to the men. You glance at Derek and Liam standing off to the side, looking like they’re ready to pounce at the slightest hint of trouble, and move away a little.

Lydia quickly grabs your hand and pulls you with her all the way to the other side of the room, with Allison and your mom. 

You very quickly realise that you can't look away from Stiles. His eyes are a much deeper purple than you had initially seen earlier. Maybe they changed depending on the situation and perhaps his emotions played a part in it too. Simply another thing you were yet to find out. 

You finally allow yourself a real look at him and the man he’s become. Your eyes move over him slowly, taking your time to check him out. He's certainly not the same Stiles Stilinski that you remember. He looks mouth-wateringly good, even covered in dirt and blood, his corded muscles ripple as he strains against the restraints, his clothes clinging tightly to his sweat-soaked body. You’re unable to get over how he was still the skinny defenceless boy you’d fallen in love with. His hair is a little longer than it was the last time he’d been home. Yet another thing you’d failed to notice. Stiles had you so distracted earlier tonight that you’d barely managed to pay attention to anything, except the things he was doing to you. You didn’t give much thought to how much he had changed. 

"Mine." Stiles growls suddenly for the second time tonight. Hearing that word again snaps you from your admiration of him, especially when he begins to thrash in his chains to get to you.

However, the tighter he pulls against his bindings the more blood drips from his elbows, but he either doesn’t care or he doesn’t seem to notice. Almost like the rage had consumed him. Stiles doesn’t even seem like himself right now, It’s almost like he’s possessed. And It’s killing you to watch him like this, to see him hurting himself in this way. The fact that it’s because of you doesn’t escape your notice.

You swallow thickly as you step closer to him, almost like you’re hypnotised by him once again. Except that this time you're very aware of the pull, so you don't put up any resistance. You wince when you catch sight of just how deep the handcuffs and chains have cut into his wrists. You’re really hoping that Stiles heals just as quickly as Scott, or he’s gonna be in a lot of pain for quite a few days at least.

"Let him free, please. I need him out of there and so does my brother." You whisper to nobody in particular, eyes locked on Stiles’. 

"We can't, Mini. I’m sorry, really. But we don't know what he'll do. He isn’t himself right now and we need to wait for Scott. Alpha’s orders." His words are careful, almost like he’s worried about upsetting you. Apparently he’s right to be worried about your reaction, because suddenly anger creeps up your spine, almost as if it isn't your own and you round on the Beta.

"I said let him the fuck out. Now. It's hurting him and my brother. So your Alpha can’t exactly speak for himself right now. So do it, let him out.” Your voice is practically a growl as you march up to Liam and shove him back against the wall. He holds his hands up to try and placate you, for some reason that just makes your anger spike higher. Your hands tighten in his jacket as you shove him back harder. “Or we can find out what happens if you really piss me off."

Anger is thick in every one of your senses. Although now this anger is one hundred percent your own. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with, though not at this intensity. It’s the feeling of needing to protect something that’s yours, so even though you might not have the same power as the people in this room, it is something you can’t stop yourself from trying to do.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you. Of course they don’t look overly concerned about you hurting anyone. It’s probably just that they don’t like seeing you upset, you quickly glance at Derek, “just wait okay, I’ll go get Scott.” 

You give Derek a stiff nod in return, watching him leave until the door closes behind him. No matter how much you try to calm yourself, it feels like the anger and despair are drowning you. It’s beginning to scare you now, there’s no controlling it, your hands shake as you screw your eyes shut, searching for some semblance of calm.

"Don't do this, this isn’t you, Sadie. It's okay, I’m okay. Breathe for me, please." You spin around hearing his raspy breathless voice and once again your eyes lock with Stiles.

His eyes have returned to the chocolate brown colour you've always loved. "Stiles," you sigh in relief. Taking a deep breath and stumbling back a little, as the anger seems to leave you in a dizzying rush, almost as if Stiles had helped you gain control of your emotions. But that’s not possible, right?

Your mother wraps her arms around you, right as Scott stumbles into the room with Derek’s arm wrapped around his waist to hold him up.

"He's back. For everyone's sake let him out." Scott’s breathless as Derek releases him and helps him lean against the wall to catch his breath.

Allison quickly undoes Stiles' chains with the key that she’d been tightly clutching the whole time, and with a nod from your brother Lydia and Liam rush to grab Stiles as he collapses under his own weight. You have to look away when Stiles rests his head on Lydia’s shoulder, jealousy and sadness hit you all at once, like a punch to your gut. Turning around in your mother’s arms you wrap yours around her too, burying your face in her shoulder.

Suddenly goosebumps raise at the back of your neck, “not now, Stiles. Sadie needs rest. Now that you’re back to yourself. I hope you understand that.” Your arms tighten around her, and you thank the stars that Melissa McCall is your mother, she has this ability to sense what you need before you even say anything. 

Without another word she turns you both and wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her body tighter, as she leads you out of the room. You follow silently, unsure of what to say. This day has already been completely crazy, you just need a little time and space to process everything. It’s so damn late you’re surprised the sun hasn't started rising yet.  

As soon as the two of you walk inside your room you collapse on the bed, throwing an arm over your eyes, but you can feel your mom watching you. 

“Can we not talk about it, momma. I just need the rest of the night to myself, we can talk tomorrow, okay? I promise I’ll be fine.” 

You inwardly flinch as the images of all the times you’ve seen Stiles and Lydia together flash through your mind on an unforgiving loop.

“Sure baby girl, you’ve got it. But you need anything, you know where I am.” She gives your leg an affectionate squeeze before heading out of the room, with a sigh you close your eyes and roll onto your, doing your best to sleep. Feeling a tear roll down your cheek as the images continue to assault your senses.

Some Time Later That Night

You wake suddenly, hearing the creek of the bedroom door as it opens slowly. You sit up and quickly turn on the bedside light, squinting at the brightness it brings. Your heart hammers in your chest as you feel yourself beginning to panic. Then a mop of brown hair appears around the door, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk, or sit, or I guess just be near you. If that’s okay? This is… I sound like an idiot, I just-” you cut him off, unable to stop yourself from giggling at him, his cheeks are bright pink and he looks so nervous. Which is so strange with how he looks now, but it’s also so much like the Stiles you used to know. 

“Come in, sit down. Dork,” you smile, patting the bed beside you trying to pretend all he is your brother’s best friend coming to talk, and completely ignoring the fact that you’d been making out a few hours ago.

He watches you closely, almost like he’s worried about scaring you off if he moves quickly.

“You sure? I couldn’t sleep, I just… I guess I just need to be near you, if you don’t mind that is. I don’t want to overstep, guess I thought we could talk.” He’s rambling and fiddling with his own fingers as he watches you closely.

You carefully lay your hand on top of his when he sits beside you on your bed. 

“Stiles, It’s okay that you’re nervous. I am too, this whole thing is kind of crazy.” 

“You have no idea just how crazy it is. Scott said he told you what happened to me. With this,” he says as he waves his hand over his body. 

“This is so strange to talk about, I never saw all of this in my future. Even though I don’t even know what this is exactly. Deaton has some running theories. Unfortunately none of us have anything concrete to go on right now.”

“Can I ask where Scott…” you can’t finish the sentence, unsure if it’s rude to ask about his mark.

Stiles swallows hard and nods, meeting your eyes, he shrugs off his hoodie and extends his arm. The mark is half way up his forearm, and to your surprise it’s still visible. You vividly remember how Scott’s had disappeared pretty quickly after he’d been bitten by Peter. 

“Yeah, I kinda got that you’re not just any kind of wolf, you’re different. Right?” you ask as he links his fingers with your own. 

Stiles leans back against the headboard and you do the same, turning so that you look him in the eyes. This feels good, like he trusts you, like he wants to confide in you, it’s something you’d always wanted. To feel like you could be there for him when he needed somebody the most.

“I was starting to get used to it, the whole wolf thing. Well, as much as was possible. But then I saw you and something changed, it was like I couldn’t control myself, I needed to get to you. I know you probably don’t want to talk about this, but when I found that douche in that room with you, I lost it. The thought of him touching you made me feel sick, the fact that you clearly weren’t interested both helped and made things so much worse. I wasn’t just angry as your brother’s best friend or even as your friend.” He reaches up and cups your cheek with his free hand, “I didn’t want his filthy fucking hands anywhere near you. I had to have you, make you mine. Possess you, mark you,” he rasps, his voice becoming breathy and laboured, and the purple in his eyes flashes again, before quickly returning to brown.

You swallow thickly, arousal and nerves swimming inside you like an uncontrollable force. “What about now?” you whisper, leaning in a little bit closer.

“Right now, I can’t lie. Those thoughts haven’t changed, they’re still there, no matter how much I try to push them down. The more time we spend together, the harder it gets to ignore, and it gets harder by the second not to throw you on this bed and make you mine.” He all but growls before clearing his throat. 

Stiles gives you a wry smile as he shakes his head. “But now I’m in control of myself, I won’t do anything, not until you know everything. I won't let you do anything more with me, not until you know as much as we do.” 

“Wow,” you whimper, clenching your thighs together as his words continue to stoke the fire inside you. You clear your throat and take a shuddered breath when Stiles subconsciously edges a little closer to you, so that your thighs are touching.

“What, you’re not even going to kiss me?” The words leave your parted lips in a breathy whisper.

“No.” His words are sharp and blunt. You wish it didn’t turn you on more but it does. 

“What else do I need to know?” you question quietly. Licking your lips as you watch him closely, wishing that you could just get this out of the way and get to the good stuff.

His thumb brushes your bottom lip, “stop doing that for starters, beautiful.” 

“Why’s that?” 

He chuckles quietly. “I think you know exactly why, so stop being a smart ass.”

Your nose brushes against his as you lean in the last little bit, “maybe you should tell me what I need to know Agent Stilinski, then we can get down to business.”

“Ugh, come on you little minx. Don’t do that to me,” Stiles groans, brushing his nose over yours softly.

“Just a little taste,” you whisper before moving in and pressing your lips to his. Stiles sighs in defeat and pulls you closer. 

“Fine. You win for now…” Stiles mumbles, pulling away briefly to meet your eyes, “but we’re not doing anything permanent. Not until we talk.”

“Yes Sir,” you grin, throwing off your duvet and climbing into his lap. The sleep shorts you’d pulled on before bed pull tight against your ass as you settle your knees either side of his hips.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, letting everything you have ever felt for him pour into the kiss. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around you as his tongue moves to brush against yours. The kiss quickly deepens and you feel his fingers beginning to dig into your skin soft harshly, but it only makes you want him more. You whimper as the passion intensifies and you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You can’t get close enough to him for your liking, It’s almost like you want to be a part of him. 

“Please,” you moan against Stiles’ lips as he pulls your hips tighter against his.

The rigid length of his thick cock settles between your thighs, and you can’t help but whimper as you experimentally roll your hips over him.

“Don’t, Sadie.” Stiles demands, his eyes glowing purple once more, only this time the colour doesn’t leave his eyes and you quickly stop your movements.

Stiles tightly grips your ass now in both hands and his fingers dig into your bare skin. You cup his cheeks and watch him closely as you tell him what you need to. Both of you breathing heavily against each other's lips, then the lust that was thick in the room quickly begins to fade.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, we should talk.” You sigh regretfully, looking down into your lap as you drop your hands to his chest.

“Hey. Look at me,” Stiles asks you, moving his hands up and gently squeezing your hips.

“I guess I’ve just wanted this for so long, you and me I mean. I never even considered you’d look in my direction.” You look up to meet his eyes, instead you find him chewing on his lower lip. “What?”

“How long?” Stiles asks as his thumbs rub soothing circles into your hips.

“What does that matter?” You ask nervously, looking at the wall behind him, too afraid to meet his eyes.

“I’m just interested. I never noticed anything, you never said anything.” 

“Come on, Stiles. You’re my big brother’s best friend. I’m just some huge cliche. Not to mention the fact that you’ve been in love with Lydia for so many years. I accepted a long time ago that I never stood a chance. Maybe this thing between us will just fizzle out soo-”

Stiles cuts you off when his lips meet yours, you squeeze your eyes shut as a tear rolls down your cheek. You wrap yourself around him tighter, doing your best to hold onto whatever this is for as long as possible. Stiles threads his fingers through your hair as he attempts to pull you closer. Both clinging to each other as you pour everything you have into a kiss once again, too worried this will be your last. Stiles pulls away slowly, giving your lips a final soft peck.

“I might not know everything about us just yet, but don’t say that we’re temporary. I’d never do that, not to you. I don’t want you ever even thinking that ever again. This is exactly why I said we needed to talk.”

You sigh and rest your forehead against his, “okay, so talk.”

“Okay. So I guess we should start from the beginning. Back when Scott turned eighteen he started having these urges. They were so intense and he really struggled to stop himself from taking every opportunity to be with Alison. When I say be with Alison I mean like be with her,”

“Okay, eww. Stop with the visuals I get it.”

Stiles clears his throat, failing miserably to hide his laugh before continuing. “Anyway, it didn’t matter where they were or who they were with, they couldn’t stop themselves. Frankly I almost threw up on several occasions, frankly I’m surprised that you didn’t notice. Anyway, it only got worse, he started getting visions, he was unbelievably possessive and protective of her and anyone who was around her got the brunt of it, specifically men.” Stiles gives you a sheepish smile as he pulls back to look at you.

“Okay, so some of this sounds familiar…” you trail off, admiring the way he looks in that moment.

“Right, I’m getting to that. So, when Alison started acting out, feeling things that were far from the usual, experiencing not only her emotions but Scott’s as well, amongst a bunch of other things you’ll probably soon notice with us, he went to Deaton for help. Scott asked Deaton if he knew what the hell was going on with him and with Allison, especially since she wasn’t a wolf. As it turns out the good doctor had some idea, he’d been doing some more research into the whole true Alpha thing, while the research is limited, for obvious reasons, it did mention something about the true Alpha and their pack having mates. Where regular werewolves aren’t heard to have mates specifically, Scott is different, and by extension so is anyone in his pack. More specifically the wolves he has turned will be the ones more likely to be affected.” You can almost feel his excitement the more he talks, and his grip on you tightens.

You gently pry his hands off of you, doing your best to ignore the hurt look that crosses his face when you climb off of his lap, moving to sit beside him instead.

You’re pretty sure that you’re starting to connect the dots, as much as you want to listen, you can’t deny that you’re becoming increasingly nervous the more that he talks.

“Please, don’t run. Not again. I know this is alot to take in, but…” you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I’m not gonna run, Stiles. This is just a lot, and it only confirms everything I was worried about to begin with.” You sigh, rubbing your hands over your face. Stiles carefully and hesitantly wraps an arm around your waist and tries to pull you closer.

You can’t deny the comfort you feel being close to him, his skin touching yours only adds to everything you feel.

“Okay. It’s your turn to talk, what exactly is it that you’re worried about?” Stiles asks, turning your face so that you’re looking at him. 

You feel a tear roll down your cheek as soon as your eyes clash with his, “let’s be honest here, Stiles. If it wasn’t for this whole mate bond thing, would you have even looked at me twice, in a way that wasn’t like I was your sister? Can you honestly tell me that anything would have changed between us if Scott hadn’t been forced to bite you that day?”

Your heart hammers painfully in your chest as you watch him, you can see the unease written all over his face. However, that only serves to prove your point and that just breaks your heart that much more.

“It doesn’t matter how things used to be, Mini, things damn well change. And we don’t know what would’ve happened. Please, don’t talk like this. It feels like you’re saying goodbye before anything even has a chance to start between us.” Cupping your face he wipes your tears away carefully. “Please, stop crying.” 

“Well we don’t know that now do we!?” You can’t keep your voice down, there are too many emotions swirling inside you uncontrollably. 

You jump off of the bed and start pacing your room, fully aware that Stiles is yet to take his eyes off of you. Hearing you bed creek you turn to face the movement, watching as he slowly walks towards you.

“Goddamit Sadie! Just stop. I get that you don’t understand how any of this works, well neither do I, not really! Not first hand! I understand that you don’t see that I could go from not seeing you the way I do now, seemingly out of nowhere. But it was like a bolt of lightning hit me the second I saw you tonight. I laid eyes on you and everything made sense, I know that you don’t completely understand, but surely you feel it?”

“Of course I feel it! I’ve felt it for the last decade of my life! My feelings didn’t just appear overnight! They only got stronger. And It fucking hurts, Stiles!” 

“Then why can’t we give this thing a go! Just let me try, please! You don’t know what this mate bond means. At least let me explain that. If you don’t want to talk to me, then ask your brother or Allison, I’m trying here okay! Just tell me what I can do?” Stiles begs, stilling your pacing when he gently takes you by the arms.

“I want to talk to you about this, whatever this is… I just don’t know what to make of all of it.”

Running your hands through your hair you inwardly groan knowing what you’re about to say. 

“But first I need to ask you something, and I want only honest answers. Even if it means that I won't like what you say, because I need to know that I can trust you. Especially If we do go through whatever needs to be done to complete this mate bond.”

“How do you know you need to do something to complete the bond?” Stiles asks, a slight grin kicking up the corner of his lips.

“Stiles,” you sigh, folding your arms across your chest.

“Okay, sorry. Go ahead, I promise I’ll be honest whatever that means for us, I won’t lie.” He looks nervous, but there’s a determination you can see written all over his face. 

“Do you still have feelings for Lydia?” Your voice remains even and steady, no matter how much you’re dreading the answer to that question. One thing you’re sure of though is that you can read Stiles like a book, always have been able to. Or maybe he just wasn't a very good liar, you just hoped he hadn’t honed that particular skill while working with the FBI.

Stiles smiles at you and shakes his head. 

“Honestly, no I don’t, at least not in the same way that I used to. A few years back Lydia talked to me about it, the guys had been joking with me about it, she overhead and pulled me to one side. We talked for a while and I realised my feelings weren’t the same as they used to be, sure I still love her, but only in the same way that I love Allison, that’s it.” He takes your hand and places it over his heart. His heartbeat remains steady and controlled, and his eyes stay locked with yours.

You’re so shocked that you just stare at him for a full minute with your mouth open, but then he begins to look a little too smug so you decide to speak.

“So, let’s say I believe you. Did Deaton say Scott and Allison needed to do something to complete the mating bond? Or was it just a sure thing the minute Scott turned eighteen?” you ramble, fully aware these questions are practically spilling from your mouth.

“I’m guessing you’re using your brother and Allison to try and distance yourself from this. I’ll play along with it.” Stiles agrees reluctantly, and you hate that you have to use your brother and his girlfriend as cover, but you need to distance yourself from the situation a little. 

“Deaton’s research indicated that a lot of the myths and stories around werewolves aren't so crazy. As it turns out there’s actually a lot of truth behind them. A werewolves mate is its other half, almost like a soulmate. So when they finally find each other it’s usually instinctual to mark each other. Obviously, like I said, Scott is different. Mates haven’t been mentioned in decades amongst wolves, not until now. So far It’s only been Scott and our pack that we know of, but still, it also means that not both halves are always wolves. Like with Scott and Allison, and you and me.” Silence surrounds the pair of you as you stare at him, he smiles and tucks a finger under your chin to close your mouth. 

You frown when Stiles’ smile suddenly drops, and he seems to be contemplating telling you something. However, then you hear him sigh and he screws his eyes shut. When he does open them you see his nervousness and worry staring back at you.

“I should also tell you something else. Something I wish so badly I could lie to you about, because right now I’m terrified you’ll want to choose this option. But I meant what I said, I won’t force you into this, and definitely not without all of the information.” 

“Okay. I’m listening. But don’t be so sure I’ll take the easy route.” You smile, trying to reassure him somehow.

Stiles seems to ignore your words, and the worry doesn’t lift from his face as he scrubs a hand over it before speaking.

“You can refuse to be my mate. You can reject me and I can reject you. We also both have the option to refuse or accept the rejection. But I promise you here and now that if you chose to reject me I would accept it. If that was what you wanted, I won’t stop you. But I will NEVER reject you. I need you to understand that whatever happens, It won't be me rejecting you.”

“Is it painful? To reject someone I mean? How would we even do that?” you ask with confusion lacing your tone. 

Stiles winces as at your reply and looks down at his hands, which he quickly tucks in his pockets.

“If that’s what you want to do, I understand. But the selfish part of me can’t explain to you how to do it. So you’ll need to get Deaton to explain it properly, I wouldn’t want you to mess it up, not if you truly wanted to do it. But yes, it is. It’s apparently the worst pain a wolf can experience.”

“And you’d do that? For me?” you ask in disbelief stepping closer.

“I’d fucking die for you Sades. What’s a bit of pain?” 

Your heart practically breaks at that statement, the look on his face alone could shatter you right then and there, so you decide to try and change the subject. Especially since you have no intention of rejecting him either.

“Wow this is a lot,” you half laugh in disbelief, running a nervous hand through your hair.

“As soon as I caught your scent, my mouth watered and I knew instantly what you were to me, even before I knew who you were. Then I saw you, and that need to make you mine was so insistent and constant that I felt it everywhere. But I wouldn’t ever do that to you, not without you having full knowledge of the situation. I was doing okay at keeping my cool, but then we kissed and I lost it.” 

“Has Scott marked Allison?” you ask swallowing thickly when you don’t find yourself completely against the idea.

“Sure has, right here,” he rasps as he trails his finger along your collarbone. 

“Scott wanted it where everyone could see it.” 

He licks his lips as your heart rate increases, you take a step back as he advances on you, until your back hits the wall.

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes once more, “have you thought about where you would mark me, if we did go ahead with this whole mating thing?” 

“You little Minx are playing with fire right now. But since we’re being honest, I haven’t thought about much else. So don’t tease me.” 

“C’mon! Tell me, please,” you whisper, unintentionally leaning into his touch. 

Stiles chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully, you can feel his eyes roam across any uncovered skin, almost like it burns under his gaze. He hums thoughtfully as he traces several places with his fingers. He starts by tracing the line between your neck and shoulder, before he slowly moves down, lingering on the curve of your breast a little longer than necessary and your heart rate speeds up as he makes his way down your body. His eyes saying everything that his mouth won't.

“So many perfect places,” he mumbles, moving next to trace the line of your hip where your t-shirt has ridden up, lastly he moves between your thighs, tracing along your inner thigh keeping his touch high. He’s so close to your pussy that you can feel an intense heat beginning to overtake you when his fingers dig into your skin.

“Guess it depends just how badly I want people to know who you belong to, doesn’t it? Or If I want it somewhere only I can see.”

You're speechless as you tremble with need in front of him, the need to have him inside you is almost overwhelming. You would do anything to please him right now, you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything. Stiles’ deep chuckle catches you by surprise as he leans in, inhaling deeply.

“I can smell your need, mate. You’re wet for me again, aren’t you?” he rumbles as he nuzzles into your neck. You’re fully aware it’s a statement not a question.

“That werewolf nose of yours is gonna be a real big pain in my ass, Stilinski,” you giggle as his breath tickles your skin.

He pulls back to grin at you again. “How about you? Where would you want my mark? I know you’re thinking about it, my little minx.”

Licking your lips you slip out from in between Stiles and the wall keeping your eyes on him. “Well, I could tell you the answer to that. But I think we’ve talked enough.” 

You slowly slip your shirt over your head and Stiles’ rumbling growl fills the room. He steps forward and you step back another step, slowly letting your shorts drop, leaving you in your underwear.

“I think It’s only fair if we get a good, long, hard look at each other. You know, for research.”

Stiles doesn’t speak and his eyes haven't moved from your body. He quickly pulls off the black t-shirt he’s wearing, and you have to hold your breath at the sight in front of you. If you’d thought he was ripped before, dear lord were you in for a surprise. He has a six pack you could only dream of and he looks like he could throw you around the bedroom with those arms. That deep V at his hips has you itching to run your tongue along it.

You swallow thickly as he smirks at you, and those purple eyes return, only showing you that his emotions have some control over their colour. 

“Well damn, you certainly healed up. Real fucking nicely.” You groan, licking your lips as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of his track pants, exposing more of that V.

“Glad you approve, Minx.” He grins, letting his pants drop to the floor, leaving him in his boxers.

“I’ve never been happier to be part of research. Because you look good enough to eat.”

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What is your favorite thing about Scott McCall? 👀

My love for Scott McCall is immeasurable. I love his kindness. His tenacity. His smile. His hope. His despair. His tattoo. His honesty. His depression. His stubbornness. His love. His openness. His guilt. His empathy. His eyelashes.

I love that he tries so, so hard.

I will probably always be stuck on s5 Scott because I think Posey portrays his slow breakdown and depression so poignantly despite the script not giving him much to work with in 5B, and while it’s frustrating to see the show not delve into that, there’s soooo much to mine into. His depression & guilt complex are really important to me personally, and I love when people see and address it.

He’s also just. I know it’s a cliche to say he’s kind, but I love how he’s kind even when it’s so, so hard to be. How he has empathy and care even for people who have quite literally shot him minutes before. And I love his anger—the bursts of protection or the quietness of it; his contempt for those who refuse to change. Then on the flip side, the way he consistently shows people there’s a better way and the fruits that we see from that labor.

And I love how much Posey loved him. You can tell how much care he put into his character, and the way his acting skills grow each season.

He’s just. I love him. 🥰

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Self-Reflection

Of all the slanders delivered against Scott McCall -- and trust me, if there is a bottom to the barrel that holds them I haven't found it yet -- the ones that drive me to distraction the most are the ones that are so easy to disprove. For example, I recently encountered a story where the author argued that Scott was a "good friend but secretly a bad friend" because he is judgemental about other people's morals, ethics, and actions while never examining his own.

I know, I know, that what they mean is that they see Scott working against Derek or ignoring Stiles because Derek's and Stiles's solution to every problem is to 'kill it before it kills you' as him being judgmental while sometimes making bad decisions himself. You see, white male characters with trauma are to be forgiven if they lie to others, be cruel to others, or hurt others, but a Hero of Color loses the right to criticize those behaviors if they make any mistake ... ever.

But, even so, the idea that Scott didn't think about the consequences of his acts is ridiculous, as much as believing he always thought he was right. I can point out at least one scene every season where Scott reflects upon the morality of his actions. I'll give examples, with the understanding that this isn't even exhaustive.

Season 1: It would absolutely have been easier for Scott to let the Argents use Derek to kill Peter, even though Derek would have died as well. He also consider the actions of the entire season.

Scott: Yeah, but that was - I mean - Would you just stop? Please? What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this.

Season 2: Scott won't give in to Gerard's blackmail even though his own mother tells him to. (Notice how all anti-Scott people miss this scene.)

Melissa: Oh, I don't know what's happening. I don't know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him. Scott: Mom, it's not that easy. Melissa: Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants. Scott: I don't know if I can.

Season 3A: Scott is so consumed with guilt over Derek's apparent death that he nearly allows himself to die and realizes he's not always right.

Allison: You know, if he's really dead, it's not your fault. Scott: Maybe. But remember that whole thing that we talked about where I wasn't accusing you of being there, and if you were there you shouldn't be? Thanks for not listening.

Season 3B: Scott has to confront the reality that he lead Allison to her death.

Scott: It happened so fast. Argent: That's right. Say it again. Scott! Say it again. Scott: How are you doing this? Argent: It's what we do. It's what we do

Season 4: Scott, in the middle of allowing himself to be bait for the Benefactor, struggles with the possibility that he'll need to kill.

Scott: I can't do that. I can't kill them. Liam: Someone has to. Scott: Why me? Liam: Because you're the Alpha. Scott: I'm not a murderer. Liam: But you are a predator. Scott: No. We're predators... But we don't have to... We don't have to...

Season 5A: After being betrayed by his pack, Scott wonders if he even has the right to be the leader anymore.

Scott: But this time, I lost everyone. Melissa: You'll get them back. You have to. Scott: Why would they come back? Melissa: Because you're their leader.

Season 5B: Scott rejects the idea that he has a "Code Against Killing."

Scott: Deucalion? You shouldn't trust him. Theo: And you're the one who let him live. Scott: I'm not a murderer. Theo: You still think you're gonna get through all this without killing anyone? Scott: I didn't say that.

Season 6A: Scott accepts that Liam has the right to mistakes.

Liam: This might be a mistake. But you don't know that yet. And you made mistakes when you were learning to be an Alpha. Scott: Yeah, I made a lot. But we don't have time for mistakes. I can't lose Stiles. Liam: So we should try anything we can to save him. Right? Even Theo. Scott: Convince me.

Season 6B: Scott changes his tactics when he realizes that he is not going to be able to find a peaceful solution.

Malia: Hey. What do we do? Scott: No more peace summits. No more running. No more half measures. Malia: What's the plan? Scott: We fight back.

But fandom clings to the idea (proposed by that most reliable of sources, Peter Hale) that Scott sees the world in black and white, so if he does things wrong or chooses a questionable path, he must see it as absolutely correct, even though he never ever said that ! It's amazing to me how they're able to agree with the moral evaluations of a serial killer, yet can't extend an infinitesimal fraction of agreement with someone who had every right to act ten times worse than he did.

Because that's true. There's a reason they can excuse Stiles plotting Derek's death and Derek sending children to kill an innocent girl as being due to stress and trauma, but find it impossible to recognize that Scott is making decisions under the same duress.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

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Moonlight Beta: Chapter 7 - Not Okay

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Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Scott had taken Lia to his house to take a shower and change out of her clothes. After refreshing up, she put on Scott's comfy clothes and waited for him downstairs on the couch, to shower and change out of his clothes as well.

It didn't take long for him to walk down the stairs, but Lia frowned when she saw him carrying two motorcycle helmets, "Kira found Brett." He handed her the red helmet as she got up, "They're fine, but we gotta go."

"More assassins?" Lia asked.

"Maybe a lot more," Scott answered.

"Different than the ones who just tried to set us one fire?" Lia asked.

"I think so, yeah," Scott answered, reaching to the door. He paused and turned to see Lia wasn't following.

Lia avoided his gaze and looked down at the red helmet. Scott walked toward her, knowing why she was hesitating, "How about I take you home? I know it's too much right now, I understand."

"I'm not like you," Lia said softly.

"Not yet," Scott told her.

"I don't mean I'm not strong or I'm never gonna learn how to be in control," Lia told him, "I mean, everything else. You and your friends try to protect everyone. Have you been doing this the whole time? I mean, how are you all still alive?"

Scott's face fell, and his gentle expression became sad. "Not all of us are," he said softly.

Lia noticed his expression and she suddenly felt a shame for causing it. She opened her mouth to apologize, but then stopped when Scott spoke, "Let me at least take you home."

Lia hesitated but after a few seconds later, she nodded lightly. Part of her was relief she wasn't forced to go after what happened tonight, but another part of her was feeling guilt and shame for not going to help him and the others.

She felt it all through the drive back home, and Scott could sense it. When he parked in front of her house, they both took off their helmets. Scott took Lia's when she got off from behind him.

"Hey," he said, and she looked at him. "It's okay. You can catch a break tonight after what happened. I don't blame you. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

Lia smiled a small sad smile and nodded, "Yeah, alright."

Scott gave her a small smile and put his helmet back on. Lia watched as he drove away, and after a moment she turned and walked into her house.

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The day after, in the evening, Mason came over to Lia's house to play video games in her room, something that eased Lia's anxiety. After the whole Berserker thing, she was still afraid of being alone.

It didn't help that her dad was working late at the hospital and her mom was being forced to work an all-nighter to solve a high-profile case. She didn't want to be all alone. Although, she was grateful that the assassins and Deadpool were over now that the McCall pack ended that.

Mason was baffled when Lia, once again, won the video game that she previously wasn't good at, "When did you get so good? Have you been practicing? Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?"

"I've been practicing a lot," she muttered the lie, slightly ashamed that she had to do so to Mason about everything.

"And I should be studying," Mason said, putting the control down and started to pack a few things, causing Lia to panic. "Where are you going?" she asked.

Mason looked over at his best friend in confusion, "Home? We've got a history test tomorrow, Li."

"Just one more game," she asked.

Mason grew concerned with his best friend's behavior, knowing that it had some greater meaning than just wanting to play a video game. After all, she should be extremely bored with it after beating Mason over and over again. "I have to go home. Lia, is everything alright?"

Lia nodded, smiling a small fake smile as realistically as she could force herself to, "I'm fine, see you at school." Mason hesitated, nodding before leaving.

After a while, Lia got into her bed to try and sleep, her paranoia was skyrocketing because nobody else was home and it had already started to rain outside. Lia went to turn off her light but paused.

Her eyes traveled around the room before reluctantly turning off the light. Her anxiety was skyrocketing and she started breathing heavily.

When Lia heard footsteps that she knew wasn't there, the girl shuttered knowing that she was hallucinating the berserkers again.

Lia childishly pulled her blanket over her head, "You're not there. This isn't real!" She peaked over, only to come face-to-face with a berserker. Lia muffled her scream, turning on her light instantly only to find that she was alone.

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Both Lia and Mason were in the weight room again. "That's a lot of weight," Mason commented. Lia sat on the bench, "Gotta get ready for the big game tomorrow."

Mason looked at her, unsure of what was going on inside her head and how he would be able to help her.

"You need a spot?" he offered hesitantly, not wanting to upset his friend even more. The girl shook her head, about to bench.

"What are you doing?" she asked as Mason walked over to her side. "I'm spotting you," Mason replied, just as stubborn as his best friend.

"I don't need one, Mas," she argued. She didn't want to feel weak, she wanted to feel strong, wanted to feel powerful. She hated being weak and she hated the fear she had of the berserkers.

"Are you kidding me?" Mason asked with a frown, "This is like 300 pounds. You're gonna kill yourself."

Lia tried to ignore him, starting to lift the weight which shocked Mason. "Does it look like I need help?"

Mason shook his head, leaving the room. Lia didn't know that Mason was going to get Scott. Although he didn't understand the connection she had with the junior, it seemed like he was the only one these days that could get through to his best friend. He knew that Scott could find out what was wrong with Lia, so he went to go get him.

Meanwhile, Lia's stomach bubbled with guilt for being rude to her best friend. She just felt so alone because she couldn't tell her parents or Mason the truth, that she wasn't human anymore.

Lia started lifting once more. As she was doing so, however, the memories of the berserkers plagued her mind and would not leave her in peace. She didn't notice that she stopped lifting until the bar got dangerously close to her chest making her start to panic.

Luckily, Mason finally arrived back with Scott who ran past the freshman boy to get to his struggling beta. He lifted it off of her with ease, with Mason standing in the back in shock.

Scott put it back on the resting place, helping Lia sit up as the girl coughed. "Lia--" Mason said as he took a step forward.

Scott crouched to her level, looking at her sadly. "I'm fine," she said softly, knowing Scott could tell she was lying even without the werewolf hearing.

"If you don't want to be with us, that's okay," her Alpha whispered, "But don't push your friends away too." Lia looked at Mason and then glanced at Scott, nodding slightly, but then she saw the berserker in the reflection of the mirror, making her breath hitch.

After school, Lia went straight to her bedroom to sulk. She was so upset with herself on how she treated her best friend, she didn't think Mason would ever want to be her friend after everything she put him through.

Mason, however, had been let into her house by Lia's mom, and he made his way to her room and didn't bother to knock before entering her room.

Mason frowned when he saw how sad Lia looked, and he stood in front of her, "I know something's going on, Li. I know you don't want to talk about it. But you're still my best friend. And uh..."

Mason sat next to Lia on her bed, "Considering the fact that the last good friend I made turned out to be a professional killer, I'm thinking that I don't have too many options for new ones. So, when you're ready to talk, talk. As long as you aren't hurting yourself again or anything, I can wait. Until then, I know I can kick your ass on at least one of these games."

Both best friends smiled brightly, and Lia couldn't help but hug the boy that seemed to forgive her no matter what. "You're the best, you know that, right?" she asked softly.

Mason hugged her back, "Yeah, I know." Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

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It had been not too long after Lia and Mason reconnected again when Scott and Kira didn't show up for school. Worried about her Alpha and pack-mate, Lia went to the boys locker room to talk with Stiles.

Lia was especially worried seeing as they were once again playing against her former school that night at the lacrosse game. She needed her Alpha there in case she loses control.

"Everything's fine," Stiles assured her, "I got a text from him this morning he said he might be a little late."

However, the girl was getting more and more anxious every minute that Scott wasn't there, "How late? When? We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game, not a scrimmage. I--I can't do this without him. He can't be late."

Coach heard the last part and made his way over, not even questioning why Lia was in the boys locker room, "Who's late?"

The two turned around to face their coach. Stiles gestured to Lia to tell him. "Scott and Kira," she answered. "They might be slightly late," Stiles lied smoothly or at least attempted to.

"Slight late is still late. What are they doing?"

Lia didn't know how to answer Coach because she honestly didn't know what they were doing on their date. "They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late," Stiles spoke in his usual 'I'm going to avoid the question' answer.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing the first game?" Coach asked.

Lia knew that she needed to get Coach out of there before Stiles gives him more answers that don't make sense and eventually anger him.

"They're having sex," she said bluntly. Stiles gasped at her, and she rolled her eyes, "What? Someone had to say it!"

"You know they are not together, right?" Stiles whispered, and Lia shrugged. "Look, if it got Coach off our backs, I'll say it again," she said as she nodded toward Coach who was now walking away.

Stiles shrugged, "Okay, then."

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It was time for the match and both Scott and Kira still weren't around, it was just Stiles and Lia now. Both sat on the bench in their uniforms while Lia kept looking around for her Alpha, but only found Malia and Noah walking to the benches.

"They're still not here," she said.

Stiles looked over at the beta and noticed she was fidgeting. The teen sighed, wishing his best friend was there to be the alpha instead of letting him try and calm the beta down.

"Okay, what's really going on?" he asked, "Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours." Lia's eyes traveled up towards the moon, and he noticed, "Lia, you're going to be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone."

Lia looked back at Stiles, "You're not worried?"

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned," Stiles said, and she nodded. "Mildly" Stiles took out his phone and began to text Scott once more.

"We're gonna lose without them," Lia said.

"No, we're not," Stiles said, "We can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good, really good."

The corners of his lips turned upwards when he got the beta to laugh, happy that he was able to get her in a better mood.

But what happened was that he indeed still sucked at playing. He was knocked down easily by another human from the opposing team. Lia walked over from the bench to her pack member, raising an eyebrow before helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna try calling Scott again."

"Yeah, you do that."

They were losing the game, big time. After a little while, Lia took the spot next to Stiles on the bench. "Neither of them are answering," he said, "I gotta go see what's going on.

Lia's eyes grew wide as she watched him packing his things up quickly, "You're leaving? What are you going to tell the coach?"

The two looked over at Coach who seemed to be throwing a tantrum. "Uh... you don't tell him anything," Stiles said, "Okay? Lia, you're going to be okay. All right?" Lia gave a small nod, and he petted her on the back before leaving, but he took his father with him while Malia stayed.

Lia was hallucinating that the berserkers were on the field, which made her miss the shot. As they kept playing, she got more and more distracted. Eventually, Brett purposefully knocked her over.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Lia snapped quietly. She thought since Brett was also a werewolf he wouldn't try and anger her, but here he was doing the exact same thing.

"Because you're extremely afraid, I can smell it on you from across the field," he said, "Are you hurt?" Lia shook her head. "Are you alive?"

Lia then rolled her eyes, "Obviously."

"Then get up."

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After the game, Lia went straight to the girl's locker room since she knew nobody would actually come in since she was the only girl on either team (minus Kira who wasn't there).

The girl was annoyed with herself for losing the game and she sat on the bench, thinking.

She wasn't expecting anyone to come in, let alone for it to be Brett Talbot. "You okay?" the born werewolf asked.

Lia glanced at him and quickly away. "We lost, big time," she spoke, clearly not interested in talking to her ex-friend.

"But you're okay, right?"

Lia scoffed and looked at him, "Why'd do you that? Why did you even help me? You hate me."

Brett looked sympathetic for the new wolf. He knew how hard it was to deal with all this power. But unlike him, she wasn't born with her powers, she literally just got them.

"Because Scott saved me. He saved all of us. Do you know how lucky you are?"

Lia was still confused, and Brett smirked slightly.

"Scott's a true Alpha. That means he didn't get his power because he was born with it. He didn't get it by stealing it or killing someone. He earned it. You're not strong just because you can lift a lot of weight now. You're strong because you endure, because what you've been through. Satomi calls it strength of character. You're lucky to have him."

Brett took one last look at Lia, checking her chemosignals to make sure she had calmed down, before leaving.

"Then where is he?" she whispered to herself. "Why isn't he here?"

"What happened to you out there?"

Lia looked over her shoulder and saw Malia walking in.

Lia shook her head, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Malia hesitated, nodding, "Okay. Do you want me to go?"

Lia let out a breath and shook her head, "No. Last thing I want is to be alone right now, actually."

Malia walked closer and sat next to her. There was a moment of silent, and Lia glanced over at the older girl, giving her a small smile, thanking her for just staying in the room in the silent.

[eneiryu]

What do you think Alec feels/thinks about Theo? I know that they're best buds and everything but as an outsider with no emotional ties to who Theo used to be and the things he's done, what do you think he wouls feel when learning about the Dread Doctors and things they did to him and where he came from? I just think the thoughts from somebody who is purely subjective about all that hell would be so interesting. Would he feel angry on Alec's behalf? Would be feel pity? Would he not really care too much but be glad Theo survived?

As is possibly becoming my very predictable response, I think it’d be complicated. At least the way I write them, Theo was one of the first trusted mentors Alec had as a werewolf: someone who explicitly wanted to help him, who he could only temporarily hurt, if he slipped up and accidentally hurt him at all, and someone who just seemed so comfortingly confident not only in his own abilities, but in Alec’s eventual ability to conquer his.

But Theo is a murderer. And at least in my opinion, there was nothing excusable or justifiable about his killing of Josh or Tracy—the Dread Doctors weren’t making him or manipulating him, it wasn’t a survival thing. And I think that’d be hard to reconcile with who Alec now understands Theo to be, even though he didn’t know Josh or Tracy. They were still people, and more to the point, people that Theo had personal connection with—as fucked up as it was—and Theo killed them for power.

And then there’s the fact that Scott saved him, and the McCall pack took him in, and if you go one by one, Theo did some pretty horrendous things to each of the pack. Killing Scott, putting Lydia in Eichen, driving Kira’s powers out of control, nearly turning Liam into murderer, etc., and so I think that would also be difficult for Alec.

Understanding Theo’s history with and abuse by the Dread Doctors would help, I think. In more ways than one Theo was made, not just in his genetics but in his understanding of the world and his actions. Finding out about it all, likely in bits and pieces, would be as horrifying for Alec as for any of the pack, I would think.

But—and this has always been the thing that’s drawn me to Theo, at least in my interpretation of him—I think it’s Theo’s own guilt over his actions that would let Alec eventually come to terms with it, in the same way that Theo (hopefully) does. Because the difference between someone who genuinely regrets their past actions and tries to make up for them, and someone who tries to distance themselves from them with excuses, is the difference between someone who can truly be part of a trusted community and a friend and mentor, and one who can’t.

[spikeface]

the terror you long to look at

Written for @teenwolf-meta’s Meta May Monday theme: Ties. 

Despite my frustration with the show’s handling of the anuk-ite’s mythology, I really liked the idea that, in the finale, it lures people into looking at it by becoming someone they long to see--but, at the same time, because the anuk-ite is a fear monster, someone they’re terrified of. I was frustrated, however, by the fact that the shape it took was either never explicit, or depended on who was doing a cameo for the finale. Here would be my picks for what the anuk-ite would look like, for the people who had to face it, if casting and time weren’t an issue:

Peter Hale would see Laura Hale. I didn’t dislike that the monster took the form of Malia, for Peter. She’s definitely someone he longs to see, and I’d interpret the fear aspect as either shame for when he’d hurt her or her loved ones, or simply fear of the fact that she sees through him. I think it would have meant a lot, however, if they’d shown explicitly that he misses Laura, and is afraid to face the fact that he murdered her even as he longs to see her. His murder of her starts the entire story, and it would have been an interesting way to incorporate it into the show’s finale.

Malia Tate would see Kylie Tate. We don’t actually know what form the anuk-ite took for her, which makes me mad, because it would have been such a good time to explore her grief for Kylie. One of the first things we learn about Malia is that she’s haunted by her sister’s death most of all, and is still, in some way, looking out for her. No matter how much time passes, she’s always going to.

Jackson Whittemore would see Matt Daehler. This one’s a little shaky because s2 ends with Jackson very clearly growing out of the headspace that made him a kanima, and literally growing away from it. But 1) they made him part-kanima again in the finale so I’ve decided that means he’s still got Baggage and 2) even if he moved on from being the kanima in general, Jackson never got to confront Matt specifically. Matt--this guy he had this intense and toxic relationship with, who represented everything the deepest part of him wanted--just disappeared from his life, only to be found dead in water Jackson could have saved him from. I think Jackson is terrified of somehow running into Matt again. I think he’s even more terrified of the idea that, on some level, he’d be happy to see him.

Ethan would see Aiden. How could he not? Of course he longs to see his brother, his literal other half and the one who felt what he felt all his life, whose life Ethan felt in turn. At the same time, we see in both 3a and 3b that Aiden’s passion for violence disquiets Ethan, even though he knows he’s protected by it, and in Motel California, Aiden also represents everything Ethan most fears, what he’d kill himself to escape. 

Derek Hale would see Paige Krasikeva. I loved that we got a cameo from Haley Webb, but I maintain that Jennifer was the weakest choice for Derek. It’s not that I don’t think memories of her haunt him, but Derek already confronted Jennifer—multiple times, and in ways that literally had to do with “seeing” her. I definitely don’t think he longs to see her the way he’d long to see Paige, the girl he was manipulated into forcing the bite on—a mistake we know still haunts him. He was rattled to lose even the blue eyes that represent his guilt about her death. I think that even now, his longing to see her would frighten him, since his desire for her once led to her death.

Scott McCall would see his own murdered body. Ok, stay with me on this one! I loved that they did a cameo with the nogitsune wearing Stiles’ body, and I think that ranks near the top of Scott’s fears, but I don’t think he’d be tempted to look at him. Conversely, I think he’d long to look at Allison, but I don’t think that desire would terrify him.

I think the desire that most terrifies Scott is the one for his own death. Scott has struggled with suicidal urges since at least 3a, and Tyler Posey has discussed how, by the time Scott’s murdered in s5, he was “ready to die.” Scott’s death is the end of the relentless struggle his life has been since he was bitten, freedom from all of his perceived failures that haunt him--like the nogitsune taking Stiles’ body, like Allison’s death. It would be so fitting for him to confront that in the library, where he was originally murdered--where his murdered body once lay on the ground, the one part of himself he’ll never be able to see. Unless he looks now. 

It would also fit really well with @daughterofluthien’s excellent meta about the meaning of Scott’s self-blinding in the finale. If the anuk-ite represents Scott’s desire to die, then the mutilation represents, ironically, his rejection of that desire, and would foreshadow his similar rejection of the lure of death in the movie, when he growls at the nogitsune: “I’m not ready to die.”