#strungoutstiles

Scott sat in his office with the lights off, head throbbing so hard he felt like he was going to be sick. His skull was splitting and he buried his face in his arms. He couldn’t keep the imagine of lifeless marble blue eyes from staring back at him, fevered dreams of death, and the whispered voices of the people he loved dying because of him. All his fault. He couldn’t save any of them and he watched them all die.

you're great <3 i think you should hear that more often

Bonus points if certain things start disappearing from the McCall household. :X

Scott raced home in an absolute panic, keeping his head down and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. His biggest secret, the one that could ruin his life and put his mother’s life in danger was public knowledge? How was this even possible? Stiles had told him, Stiles had told him! Why would his best friend lie about something as important as this? Everyone knew, everything about his life was wrong. If he was exposed as a true alpha, then there was no way the McCalls wouldn’t have dug their claws into his life.

This place was huge! Scott felt like he’d been wandering aimlessly around the halls for an hour. Well, not aimlessly. He had been trying to find the kitchen, but no such luck and he was starving. Stumpy followed along his heels and Scott paused every few minutes to give the puppy a scratch. He could see why this place would appeal to Stiles, though he couldn’t get over his shock that his best friend had been contracted. There was no one on earth more fond of the boy than he was, but Stiles was volatile and abrasive. He had too much pride and submitting to someone, even for money, seemed so strange. Scott would have thought Stiles’s mouth would have gotten him into trouble long before now, but his friend seemed happy here.

I love that birthday post!~ Also Stiles sings 'BIRTHDAY SEX' terribly a minimum of four times (until Scott shoves him off their bed). :D

One of your specialties is characterization. I love how vicious you make Peter, how you can make Allison both playful but ruthless, how your Kira is fearless, bubbly, and stern when needed. Then there's Scott, and you write him like a martyr with the wait of the world on his shoulders, but you also write him as a loser dork boy, who thinks farting is a sign of affection. You balance the different aspects of his personality so well, and all your characters are multifaceted and interesting.