#scott94

eyes momentarily widen, quick to turn to a suspicious squint, brows furrowed in obvious confusion. he doesn't even know how to approach that question, doesn't know how to process it as something scott is seriously asking. sc/ott mcc/all, debating his own goodness. it seems absolutely fucking insane. liam knows that no human is perfect, that everyone has flaws, that everyone makes mistakes. but he also knows, truly believes, that scott is above all that. maybe he's a little too certain of that fact, admires his alpha just a little too much. while things may have started rocky for the pair, there's no doubting just how close they've grown over the years, just how important scott had been to liam. he'd taught him all that he knew about being a werewolf, had held firm in the belief that liam's anger didn't make him a monster. he had believed in liam long before liam ever began to believe in himself, had trusted him, had helped him be better. liam looks up to scott in more ways than he'd ever know how to express, a bond beyond just friends, beyond siblings, beyond anything that people ever understood. the alpha and beta relationship was a difficult one to explain, every pair unique, always shifting. but liam had always looked up to scott, had always considered him a role model, a beacon of positivity in the worst of times. even when scott didn't believe in himself, even when he thought he couldn't handle something, liam had never once doubted him. had never once thought of him as anything other than a good person, than the epitome of what it meant to be good.

there's a new moon on the rise // @scott94

she's got one foot out the door. maybe that's part and parcel of being a vampire. or maybe it's just a flori thing. run so that your sire doesn't get to you again, run so that the hunter trio never gets to you again. run, run so they don't catch you.

but that's not really fair to the mccall pack, is it? it's not their fault. not at all.

and allison is back from the dead; she's a vampire, now, too and never did flori think that she was going to have to teach a huntress - a slaypire - about the blood type guide.

maybe that's what lead her to beacon hills. maybe that's the reason she couldn't leave just yet.

the pack still needed her. scott still needed her because allison needed her.

"we may not see eye to eye on everything, but we see eye to eye on the things that matter. and i know for a fact that you won't hurt me. not now, not ever. after all, the worst things that could have happened to me already happened. so now i'm making sure that those things don't happen to anyone else."

she can read between the lines, though. she knows what he's asking. this is not about her. it has never been. it will never be. still, flori appreciates the reminder all the same.

plots please // @scott94

01: flori's story playing out the same, except she ends up living in beacon hills instead of mystic falls after jeremy gilbert finds her. she's not really part of the pack, per se, but she's a liaison. someone they can call on. someone who will hack stuff for them. someone who will help them research.

(while there are parallels between flori and the rest of the pack, she's always going to be an outlier. she's made her peace with that, mostly. as much as she likes these people, and she really does, she's good with having one foot out the door. allison may have changed the argent family motto, but she's still a hunter, and hunters make flori deeply uncomfortable. hunter culture as a whole makes flori deeply uncomfortable whether it's a white family like the argents or a family like the calaveras or people like tamora monroe, or people who fall under tamora monroe's banner like deputy vargas. she's always waiting for the other shoe to drop. for allison and any other hunter to show their true colors and yeah, sure, jeremy gilbert - also a hunter - was the one to get her to beacon hills but it took a damn long time for him to get through to her that he wasn't going to kill her just for being a vampire.)

02: flori graviates towards scott because they've got the shared person of color who is also a supernatural creature thing going on. but she doesn't want to burden him either with all her shit (triad industries, her sire, the hunter trio) because he's got his own shit to deal with (like allison coming back, either as a vampire because i genuinely think teen wolf missed the opportunity to implement them or via regular resurrection).

03: flori and scott shenanigans post mystic falls and post beacon hills. maybe they end up going to the same college.

04: flori doing tech support, always free of charge, for scott, and paw priority when it's up and running.

fingers interlock into his as she holds it in her lap. tear stained cheeks feel the cool air brush against it. each little sense feeling heightened in this very moment : the taste of metallic blood drawn from chewing the side of her cheek, the smell of lavender in the air from the candle, to hearing and seeing scott more clearly than ever before.

WHY DID HEARTBREAK MAKE EVERYTHING SO EVIDENT?

there was no one who could replace this first love. this epic, one of a kind feeling. there was no one else who could teach her what true compassion looked like. there was no one else who could teach her what true sacrifice looked like. even the ideology of undying loyalty. there were so many lessons she learned just in the few months of residing in beacon hills all thanks to scott. allison lived in awe of him and his morals.

HOW COULD SHE EVER LOOK AT HIM DIFFERENT?

" scott ... " lips purse together, sighing as brown hues search his eyes. how she would always love the sight of them. " i will always love you. " till her last dying breath, there was no changing that fact. " we just ... i don't know. " there was uncertainty in her tone. eyes wondering the room, averting eye contact, " it just isn't our time. "

SHE FELT LIKE THAT SCARED LITTLE GIRL. the one allison fought so hard to break free from. brain rattled and lost, foggy with displaced memories that didn't even feel like her own. this earthly world no longer felt like home. it felt foreign and dead like a carcass she was forced to consume. it felt bloody and raw. was it better than the darkness? the oblivion? the one you clawed your way out of?

that remained to be seen.

" yes. " panic in tone, " no. " softness shortly after. knees were pulled to her chest, holding herself in comfort. scott mccall : a mystery, a wonder. someone her brain could wrap around that he was somehow safe the more time had passed. that there was no malice in his intentions. her soul somehow knew : he simply existed to be her peace in this new found life. " it's strange. " there was a pause in speech, gathering wondering and disorienting thoughts, " i know you ... but i don't. it makes me nervous. " scared. " if i ask you a question, would you tell me honestly? "