Plot: Scott turns full wolf and keeps giving you lacrosse balls, when he turns back he still keeps doing it without realizing it.
A/N: Once upon a time (lol). I asked @bonniebird for ideas, and this is one of them. I wish I wrote this longer, but I’m carefully trying to get back to writing.
It was with the most tiresome movements as you
switched channels on the TV. It was Friday night and you sighed loudly at the
poor range of TV-shows before switching to a music channel.
You leaned back against the couch, but only for a
second since a lacrosse ball was put in your lap and you crinkled your nose
when you saw that it was all wet, covered with a layer of thick drool.
“Ehww.” You exclaimed and when you looked up you met a pair of eyes that belonged to Scott, but not his human ones, they were more
dog-shaped ones. The wolf-version of Scott was looking gentle at you and you
took the slobby ball from your lap and toss it away from the living room.
Scott ran after it with a waving tail, around the
corner and in to his room. You smirked when you thought about how silly it was
when Scott turned into a wolf and pretended he was a dog.
You heard a rattling noise in the bedroom before it
became completely quiet. The couch creaked a bit from when you moved and leaned
forward to look down the hall, and suddenly Scott appeared and strutted towards
you, with the same ball in his mouth.
Even if he was a dog; you could see the proud look on
his face and a smile in the corners of his mouth as he came trotting towards
you, stopping in front of you and sat down and dropped the ball at your feet. “You’re
so silly.” You pat his black and furry head, his ears spreading from the
comfort of your touch.
The ball flew over the hallway again after you decided
to throw it again and a giggle slip through your lips when Scott stumbled on the slippery parquet floor.
You didn’t see it, but the sound of his pattering paws told you.
***
Scott sat down next to you during lunch, smiling
widely at you when your knees touched and he leaned in to leave a tender kiss
on your cheek. You were about to place a hand on his thigh but when you reached
for it; he took your wrist in his hand and turned it up to place yet another lacrosse
ball in your hand.
“What’s this?” you wondered and raised one eyebrow in
confusion. He didn’t answer, just shrugging and started to talk to Stiles. You punched his shoulder playfully to get his attention. “Hey, I’m serious?”
Scott finally turned to you and you waved the ball in front of his eyes, and for a second it looked like he was expecting you to toss it. “What is it?” he asked, still focusing his eyes on the ball in your hand.
You snorted when Scott turned to his food again, eating like he’d never seen human food and you toss the ball behind your back.
The sound of the ball touching the floor made Scott to tense, letting go of his tray of food and twirled in his seat. You followed his motions when he stood up from his chair, running towards the lacrosse ball that rolled towards the hallway between the cafeteria and the lockers.
“What the hell was that?” Stiles exclaimed as he followed Scott, raising his eyebrows when he saw Scott coming back, with the ball in his hands and a proud smile on his face.
“Here!” Scott said and placed the ball in your hand, kissing your forhead before he sat down and began eating again. You exchanged a confused look with Stiles before he shrugged and also began eating.
You scowled at Scott and then you slam your fist on the table. “Why are you handing me this?” you shoved the ball in his hands and he stared at you. “You… dropped it?” a deep and loud sigh of irritation blew out from your lungs.
Not a single word was said during the rest of the lunch and when you got home the same day; Scott turned to his wolf-self and started to hand you wet, used and quite nasty lacrosse balls again.
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