joeynihil:

Scott McCall x Reader

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.

Teen Wolf Masterlist

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.

somethingpoetichere:

’(I’m sorry if this sucks I wrote it forever ago and just added a few things lol)

• You’re the new girl, arriving (before beginning of s4) to stay with your long time friend Lydia Martin, and when you walk through the doors for the first time, Scott accidentally hits himself with his locker
• You try your best to suppress a giggle as you open your locker beside his, but end up hitting yourself with your own locker and end up in tears laughing right alongside the brown haired boy
• “I’m Scott McCall.” He smiles at you as the both of you finally calm down, extending his hand out for you to shake.
• “Y/N Y/L/N.” You grin at him, and Scott is head over heels for you the minute your eyes meet his
• Lydia had told him a lot about you already and he’d seen the pictures before, but no description or photo could have possibly done you justice in Scott’s eyes
• He helps show you around on your first day, and you end up quickly befriending Scott and his intensely sarcastic yet endearing best friend Stiles
• You become really good friends with the pack, as they all fell a little bit in love with your attitude and carefree smile
• You stop by your locker after lunch and share a smile with Scott as Stiles corners you once you’re away from Lydia, immediately badgering you about any potential past crushes…
• “Did my name come up like once maybe? Or was there a boy with moles mentioned??”
• “Sorry about Stiles, he’s been in love with her for years.” Scott apologizes  to you about him for the fourth time, but you laugh it off
• “Don’t worry about it, its actually really sweet. I wish a guy cared about me like that.”
• As you walk off, Scott smiles dreamily at you and thinks about how you just might have one who does
• Becoming really good friends with Stiles, who may or may not send you snapchats of Scott every five seconds captioned with obnoxious and sexual comments
• “Our favorite puppy is staring at you again.”
• “Really?” You ask as you whip your head around in history class, falling off your chair and making Lydia burst out laughing
• “Shut up.”
• Scott is left a little more than breathless by you, but puts his breathing problems around you down to his asthma (Lydia and Stiles make fun of him and motion him using his inhaler whenever you walk in the room)
• Lydia and Stiles ship you together so hard
• Scott uses any excuse he can find to talk to you
• “Do you want me to help you with calculus?”
• “Scott, have you even taken calculus?”
• “Well, no, but I mean how hard can it be?”
• You stay behind with Lydia and Malia to watch the boys practice during an offseason training session, doing homework and joking around on the bleachers as you try not to admire Scott for too long
• “McCall really does have a great ass.” You add, almost dreamily
• “And he can probably hear you.” Lydia smirked at you, laughing loudly as your face flushed scarlet
• He definitely hears, and plays even harder after that
• You’re screwing around after lacrosse practice, and he’s sort of teaching you how to play and sort of watching in amazement as you flawlessly make shot after shot
• “Let’s see how good you really are, hotshot. Up for a game?”
• “Terms?” You ask with a brilliant smile, tugging his spare helmet on
• “If I win, you go on a date with me.” He smiles confidently back at you, and you shoot him a wink, still a little surprised by his sudden burst of confidence
• “And if you lose?” 
• “Then you get whatever you want, Y/L/N.”
• “Game on, pup.”
• In a moment of pure luck, you make one more shot than he does, and when he slumps in defeat as Lydia shouts that five minutes is up, you go to stand next to him
• “I know what I want.” You declare with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, and you giggle lightly as his eyes widen in shock
• “Go out with me, McCall.”
• Needless to say, he really did need his inhaler after that…
• You share smiles with Scott from across the library and through the book shelves while you are supposed to be studying, but neither of you can really focus on your books
• You send each other the cheesiest pick ups lines imaginable in class
• After he bites Liam, you get text updates from Stiles from Scott’s house, and demand he sends you pictures of Liam duct taped in the bath tub.
• “I guarantee you this black mail will come in handy some day.”
• You’re staying in Lydia’s guest room, so it scares the living daylights out of you when you hear knocking on your window
• You throw the window open, brandishing a baseball bat and knocking Scott off the side of the house, having to stifle a laugh as he lands unceremoniously in the rose bushes
• “What the hell are you doing here?”
• “You know, I was trying to be cute.” He groans playfully, climbing back up the side of the house
• “Try a little harder next time.” You tease, helping him through the window
• You stumble a little and he falls through the window, grabbing your waist with lightning fast reflexes and shifting so that he would hit the floor and you would land on top of him
• Your faces are literally centimeters apart and you can feel the erratic pattern in which his chest rose and fell beneath you
• He can sense just how fast your heart is racing, and looks up at you in wonder as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear
• “You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?”
• In a moment your lips are on his, one hand gripping your waist while the other caresses your face, and your hands are resting on ground beside his face
• He rolls you over so that he’s on top of you, and you’re enveloped in his heavenly scent and the warmth that seems to radiate from every inch of his body
• You spend the rest of the night watching Netflix, sending a snapchat to Stiles of the two of you captioned “Netflix and chill w your man”
• Stiles absolutely loses his shit and is texting you so much that you eventually just shut your phone off
• Considering that Liam undoubtedly harbors a small crush on you (as seen when he ran into the goal after you arrived at the field on the first day of practice), they decide you’re their best shot at getting him to come to Lydia’s lakehouse
• “Y/N, please?” Scott begs you with that damned puppy dog look of his, and you grudgingly agree (Honestly, even the most heartless of bastards couldn’t say no to that look)
• I hate you, you mouth to him as Lydia forcibly pushes you through the front doors, mock pouting as he shoots you a brilliant grin
• Scott is a little surprised at the surge of jealousy that runs through him at the sight of you cheerfully persuading Liam to join you at a party that night
• “Is it too late to agree with Stiles and chloroform the little bastard?”
• “Is Scott McCall jealous?” 
• “Maybe.” He answers with a sheepish smile, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I just don’t like other people touching what’s mine, babygirl.”
• “Yours? And since when was I babygirl?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and barely concealed smirk
• He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek in answer, guiding you into your shared literature class, and you can’t help but smile
• God, that boy can make you swoon like no other
• He has a smile that literally makes you go weak in the knees, and he has no clue what he does to you
• The drive to Lydia’s lake house consists of your phone being bombarded with texts from Scott making sure you’re alright, and you ignoring them as you sing along to cheesy pop songs with Liam
• You curse as you note that Stiles changed Scott’s contact name to “daddy” when you weren’t looking
• Honestly, Stiles is like that annoying little shit of a brother that you never really wanted but were forced to love anyway
• Your contact name in Scott’s phone is “babygirl” so Stiles thought the nickname for Scott was only fitting
• After the whole Liam fiasco and the party, Scott drives you home as you wonder aloud how he stays calm during full moons
• “Perfect control.”
• He doesn’t notice your smirk as you lean over the console, lips hovering just above his ear as your hand rests on his thigh and whisper lowly, “You sure about that, babe?”
• He curses as he swerves on the road, and you laugh so hard that you nearly cry
• All Scott can do is watch you laugh, just completely and totally enamored with you
• For your first date, he picks you up on his motorcycle and takes you for a scenic hike around the Beacon Hills Preserve
• He’s definitely the type to open doors for you and pull out chairs, because lets face it, Melissa McCall raised her son to be the perfect gentleman
• He takes you home afterwards to meet his mother, and she’s a little wary at first because yeah, she liked Allison, but his first girlfriend also tried to kill a few of his friends and had the crazy family and huntress dynamic thing going on
• Melissa is pleasantly surprised when she comes home to find you and Scott in the midst of an all out water gun war in the backyard, and decides you’re perfect as you hit Scott with a water balloon right in the face
• She smiles as she watches the two of you from the kitchen window, unable to remember a time when her son looked so carefree
• You’re huddled in a spiderman towel as Melissa comes outside to call the two of you in for lunch, and you’re hit with a wave of nerves at the thought of meeting his mother
• Lunch is filled with the two of you chattering like you’ve been friends for ages, and as Scott grins at the two of you, you can’t quite remember why you had been nervous at all
• “I hope you know I’m only dating you because I love your mom.”
• You often have lunch dates with Melissa, as she needs the girl time and you really just love spending time with her (Scott doesn’t hide how thrilled he is that the two of you get along so well)
• “Your phone is ringing.” You point out to Scott as the two of you are inhaling fries at some diner and studying for history together
• “I know.”
• “Aren’t you going to answer it?”
• “They can wait.” He grins at you, kissing your hand
• Whenever you’re up late studying, he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder as he pleads for you to just get some rest
• The deadpool freaks the absolute hell out of you, and you and Stiles privately share your concerns about it to each other
• “I mean, I’m not genetically enhanced or anything, but can I get put on there for being supernaturally gorgeous?”
• “Maybe for being a supernatural ass, Stilinski.”
• You help Scott take care of Liam, and although Scott certainly isn’t fond of the fact that the young beta has a crush on you, he appreciates the calming affect you have on him
• Secretly plotting to set Stiles and Lydia up with Malia, Kira, and Scott
• Scott loves to surprise you with cute little picnic dates
• You proudly wear your McCall sportswear to every lacrosse game
• He calls you babygirl when he’s jealous or in private, and the nickname never fails to make your knees go weak
• Sweet kisses on the cheek in greeting when you meet up in the halls
• Intense make out session in empty classrooms in between classes, during free periods, and sometimes when you manage to talk your way out of history class
• Everyone’s heart melts just a little bit at the sight of the two of you lighting up whenever the other comes into view
• Making silly faces at each other from across the classroom when the teacher looks away
• Every time a new piece of the deadpool is discovered and more names added, you feel your heart break a little
• “No one else is going to die, Y/N. I swear on my life.”
• “That’s what I’m afraid of, Scott! That you’re going to die. Don’t you get that? I care about you, way more than I probably should, and that terrifies me.” You scream, the anger draining out of you as exhaustion overwhelms you
• Scott tucks you into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as you let out a sob. “If it makes you feel any better, I care about you way more than I probably should. Thats why I’m doing this, Y/N. I just want you to be safe.”
• “You’re a very difficult person to be angry at, McCall.”
• “It’s my heartbreaking good looks and killer charm.”
• Leaning your back against his chest, and he immediately leans down to kiss the top of your head as his arms encircle your waist
• Adventurous dates, like white-water rafting or paint balling… anything that gets your adrenaline pumping
• Chill dates, the two of you just cuddled up on the couch watching Friends or attempting to make breakfast together
• As long as the two of you are together, it doesn’t really matter what you do
• When the school is placed on lockdown during the testing, you’re left panicking alongside Lydia
• As soon as the barriers are removed, you tackle Scott to the ground in a hug, half sobbing with worry
• “I could get used to a greeting like that”
• “please just shut up and hold me”
• When Scott fakes his death to attract the benefactor, he has the Sheriff keep you occupied at the station with some paperwork you offered to help with (he didn’t want to worry you)
• You find out about his plan a few hours later when he stumbles into the Sheriff’s office looking like death, and after you scream a little about how much of a complete dumbass he is, you collapse in his arms muttering something about him being your dumbass, and Scott can’t help but smile a little
• “If you ever pull some shit like that again, I will kill you.”
• “Point taken, beautiful.”
• He likes to bring you flowers randomly every once in a while just to brighten up your day
• Sweet, heartfelt compliments
• “You’re beautiful to me in the mornings, at 2AM, after practice, when your makeup is only half done, when you can’t be bothered to brush your hair… you are so goddamn beautiful to me that I still get butterflies when you walk into the room.”
• Flirty text messages in class… ALL THE TIME
• “those jeans look good on you but they would look better on my floor;)”
• He loves when you run your hands through his hair, sometimes just laying across your lap just so you’ll do it to him.
• “You are SUCH a puppy, Scott McCall.”
• He feels his lungs constrict in his chest just a little bit every time he wakes up next to you, with your bedhead and sleepy smile
• FOREHEAD KISSES
• Whenever one of you goes to hold the others hand, he brings yours up to his lips absentmindedly to kiss your knuckles and just SHIT it kills you every time
• Being each other’s support system 
• “You may be the Alpha, but you’re also just a teenage boy- one who is allowed to mess up and feel sorry for himself at times. You’re not perfect Scott- and I love you precisely because of that.”
• “You love me?” He asks breathlessly, a brilliant grin on his face
• “Obviously, puppy.” 
• Hours later when you’re tangled up on bed together, a rerun of Friends blaring in the background and popcorn in between you as he mumbles in your ear, “You know, I love you too.”
• Singing along to cheesy pop songs on the radio and having rap battles on long car rides
• “SHAWTY HAD THEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANS JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FUR WITH THE FUR-”
• Knowing that for the rest of your life, you have the privilege of waking up next to someone who loves you more than you could ever imagine- and being lucky enough to have someone that loving them feels as natural as breathing
• “Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the future, and I used to be so scared of what tomorrow may bring, but now that I have you, it’s almost like nothing could possibly go wrong. And even if it does, I’ll still have you- and as long as I have you, I’m always going to be a winner.”
• “Of course you are. You’re the hot girl, Scott”

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• For the preferences thing, 21 with Scott McCall please? Thank you 💕

Requested by: @longlivethewallscrashedthrough

Prompts: (21) “Stop saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

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Word Count: 203

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“Stop saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, lightly slapping Scott on the chest. “Oh, shut up,” you giggled, shaking your head.

“It’s true!” Scott exclaimed, pulling your attention on him. Slowly, you gazed back at him, turning slightly in his arms as you raised a single brow. With a grin, Scott cupped your cheek. “Everything you say makes me wanna kiss you.”

“I literally was reading from the textbook,” you reminded, smirking.

Scott’s cheeks flushed lightly, as he shrugged. “I can’t help it,” he grinned, “I just love everything about you.”

“Well, someones feeling particularly loving tonight.” You teased, “is there something i’m missing?”

Scott shook his head, “I just wanted you to know.”

Cupping his cheek, you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling back. “I already did, silly,” you giggled, “now, let’s get back to studying?”

Scott nodded, and you shifted forwards once again. Opening back up the textbook to the page you’d last been on, you begun reading aloud once again, tracing the spot you were in with your fingertip. All the way, Scott watched with admiration in his eyes, instead of listening.

He failed the text the next day.

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Dating Scott McCall Would Include…

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t been very active lately, but I hope you all enjoy this! 

Requests are open!

• never missing one of his lacrosse practices
• wearing his jersey
• study dates
• being best friends with Stiles
• motorcycle rides
• your parents absolutely loving him
• him telling you how beautiful you are
• being the ‘parents’ of the pack
• late night movie marathons
• cooking together
• comforting him when he’s stressed
• pack meetings
• passionate kisses
• lots of corny, romantic gestures
• being close with his mother
• walks through the woods
• him teaching you how to play lacrosse
• lots of hugs
• showing everyone that you’re his
• your safety being his number one priority 
• makeout sessions in coach’s office
• him constantly checking up on you
• lots of wolf jokes
• him kissing your hands
• collarbone kisses