imagine scott mccall;

SO RECENTLY WILL FUCKING WALLACE HAS RELEASED SOME WHOLE NAMES AND I’M SCREECHING. HERE ARE WHAT I’VE COLLECTED SO FAR:

Scott Gregorio McCall 

Kira Ga Yoon Yukimura 

Lydia Camille Grace Martin 

Isaac David Lahey 

 Malia Elizabeth Hale/Tate 

Aiden Jacob Steiner 

 Ethan Conrad Steiner

 Liam Eugene Dunbar 

Celestine Allison Argent 

Brett William Talbot

Theodore Karl Raeken 

 Erica Carmen Reyes 

Cora Suzanne Hale

OH GOD. I’m so sorry this took so long. Hopefully it’s okay anyway?

Scott McCall does not get to indulge in many things. Alcohol, expensive items, personal safety; these are not indulgences afforded to him. But he does have one thing. He has this. 

The house is empty when he flops onto clean sheets, still wet from the scorching-hot shower he took after lacrosse practice. He rolls around in the freshly made bed, indulging in the soft scent of clean linens and the lavender spray his Tía Morena sends his mother for Christmas every year by the gallon. His muscles are still a little tight, but he knows what will fix that, what will leave him loose and pliant and breathless.

He lets his fingers trail over his chest, fingertips dragging on the smooth skin over his sternum, circling first one nipple, then the other. He teases himself, toying with the soft skin of his abdomen and the coarse line of hair trailing from his belly button. 

He doesn’t think of anyone in particular most days, just lets himself feel the sensation of hands on skin, the strong grip of his own hand, the soft trail of his own fingers. Sometimes, though, his mind wanders.

Then the knock comes again, so he answers it. Whether or not he’s crazy, someone’s at the door.

“You’re here,” the voice says, muffled by a thick scarf, but he can’t really parse the words, not when amber eyes stare back at him over it. They fill with tears, and then pain as the tears freeze dry on pale skin underneath. The man - the man on his doorstep the night of the first big storm of the season - pulls his scarf down long enough to say, “Thank fuck, I finally found you - would you just -”

And then he’s inside Scott’s cabin, unwinding his scarf and pushing off his hat, wearing a coat that’s too light for the winter and a smile that’s too sharp at the edges.

“Hey, Scotty,” Stiles says, voice thick and hands shaking. “Did you miss me?”

trans boy scott mccall who’s scared to come out because he’s afraid of altering his relationship with his mother

trans boy scott mccall who comes out after agonizing over it for months only to realize out he has the best mom in the world who could only love him more for being true to himself

trans boy scott mccall who’s secretly afraid of being a man because he doesn’t want to become his father

trans boy scott who has honest to god issues with male authority trying to figure out how that affects his perception of his gender

so I kept reading this quote in increasingly depressing ways, so you get to be tagged in this mess :)

them realizing around kira’s thirtieth birthday that she really isn’t aging, and it stops being a funny joke that lydia tells and becomes a reason they can’t stay in one place for too long

kira feels so guilty about it, her photography stuff might be easily moved, but scott’s vet stuff isn’t- and she asks her mom how she aged and for the first time noshiko doesn’t have an answer for her and it’s terrifying, she thinks it might have been triggered by her first pregnancy with kira but it’s only a guess 

and kira doesn’t even want kids, isn’t ready to be a parent and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be prepared, but she really thinks about it because she hates how they will have to move every decade or so- hates the idea of making scott pick up his life so often, of their growing pack having to move too- scott assures her it’s okay, but it’s hard not to wonder if his life would be better if he loved someone else (she can’t think about the logistics, the facts make her uneasy, the idea of still looking twenty when scott’s old, of what people will whisper not-so-discretely) 

scott keeps aging, every day a day closer to his death and the rest of her life without him (she swears she was never so negative, but she can’t stop looking at his new wrinkles, can’t stop the heavy pit of dread- she almost misses the days in beacon hills where every day survived was its own miracle)

kira and scott completely devoted to their pack and not taking enough time for themselves - malia asks, but they both tell her its fine- neither of them are good at putting themselves first, and together they end up living a great life, but not the dream they had back when it all began

mason is the one that pushes them to take weekend trips away from home, because he’s been an emissary for ten years and there’s nothing middle of nowhere kentucky has that’s half as scary as a beacon hills on a friday night

scott makes peace with his death long before kira does. his asthma’s gotten worse with age, and while his body still heals itself, it’s slower, frailer- he can feel himself growing closer to death, hears lydia’s old scream echoing in his dreams. kira has mason try spell after spell, but nothing works, and scott tells her not to worry- he’s been dead before, every day since has been luck (he dies in her arms and surrounded by their remaining friends and packmates, their family- it sounds romantic like that, like kira wasn’t biting back screams, tears blurring her last vision of scott)

(kira keeps telling herself that it’s okay they never got their vacation all around the world, but she still wants it- and after scott dies, she goes to all the places they swore they’d visit, and beautiful as they are, none of them make up for the fact that he isn’t there, she doesn’t stop traveling until she can say scott without crying)

BECAUSE HE DESERVES THIS THAT’S WHY. 

Scott at the middle of a pack pile where everyone just worships him, touching him with soft hands and softer mouths, putting their fingers and tongues inside him until he can’t take it anymore, sobbing as he comes, but it doesn’t stop because they know - they know he can go again, so they just pet him a little softer, let the oversensitivity die down some until he’s hard again, until he’s trembling with the pleasure of it as he rides Stiles’ lap, or Kira and Malia hold him over Derek’s face, or he has four of Isaac’s big fingers inside him, or maybe Lydia’s giant strap-on.