#volatilehearted

He's just gonna jump at him like Peralta and Terry from B99 // @volatilehearted .

☆ MCCALL. the very dutiful son has not only been doing laundry for his mother, but he's also been finishing up her meal prep for the busy weekend ahead.

once that's done, he's serving up two gigantic birra burritos, stuffed with all the goods. rice, black beans, esquites, shredded cheese, lettuce and guacamole. there's chips, salsa and sour cream.

of course. not to mention a bottle or two of jarritos, because, what's birra without the soda?

Scott is sitting on the floor--no, wait, now he's lying on the floor. Somehow he manages to look like he's melting down into the patchwork rug, a grumpy expression on his face.

He rarely has a grumpy expression on his face.

There's a beat-up notebook and three pencils near him, and four more pens in various areas of the room, as if they've been tossed. Because they have.

Scott was starting to settle into Beacon Hills, he'd had coffee with Stiles and they'd started to spend a bit more time together, but it was still few and far between because he was still settling in. But Scott realized that Stiles might know somewhere he could meet with a group that did sewing or knitting, he could work on his embroidery stuff at home, but he kind of missed having someone to work on it with.

Melissa’s father dying came at a shock, but some good came out of it. He’d left behind a little farm up in a forest town in Washington that gave them the perfect excuse to get out of LA. Away from the hectic city that had only become more and more overwhelming in the years following Scott getting bitten and subsequently becoming a true Alpha. So as much as Scott didn’t want to move, they packed up their things and into Scott’s beat up truck, having sold Melissa’s old car.

The farm needed a little bit of work, but the house was sturdy and the roof didn’t leak, so Scott was happy, especially when he could take off the headphones he’d semi-permanently worn since getting bitten. They were close to a Nemeton too, as both Scott and Melissa could feel the instant they crossed the boundary into Beacon Hills. It was relieving, and Scott smiled, looking around the little front yard, at the forest that their house backed.

“Scott, we don’t have any groceries and I have to wait for the moving truck to get here, do you want to go into town and grab us some stuff? I think there’s a farmer’s market going on right now.” Melissa called from the porch, drawing Scott’s attention. “Yeah! Of course! Text me what you want for dinner?” He dug his keys out of his pocket and got in his truck. He’d seen the signs for the farmer’s market as they were driving in, and he was pretty confident he could back track to it.