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You think you know what’s to come, what you are. You haven’t even begun.

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He's so happy to be able to just talk like this and even though his coffee has grown cold he still doesn't really care because something about this conversation has finally taken a turn for the good and he's happy. Despite the subject he's smiling.

"You mean you and me? Like old times?" It's obvious on his face that the idea of fighting crime along her still sounded like a wonderful thing because after all they always made a good team.

"I'd like that."

Coffee || Allison & Scott

Allison glows just a little as he acknowledges the shit she’s been through, too. That was nice, a reminder that her difficulties were valid too. 

Even though it’s hard and it sucks to think that she’s never get to open her eyes and looks at the brown eyes attached to the lips she’s kissing again, there is, in fact, life after break-up, and although she’s not sure that she won’t die alone, it can’t be too long before she finds another partner, right?

She holds onto the thought. It can’t be too long. Can’t. 

But, what if it was okay for her to go a while without one?

She reminds herself to think about this later as she nods at what he asks. 

"Yeah, it’s weird. And the people turning up dead?" She frowns. "Something odd’s going on and I don’t like it. You want to go check out some of the scenes later?"

#silverchampion #p: Coffee

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As he finally found his way out of the circle he took a deep breath and just stared at the thing. He'd never seen it work that, something getting trapped with no home of survival. But of course because of that he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do with this information. There was a moment where he looked at the demon child girl thing and he watched as she hit the invisible force field and it almost made him feel sick. Part of him felt guilty. But more of him just didn't want to stare at her.

"I don't know!" But still he just looked over at the other, his fur curling in to leave just his eyes, fangs, and claws. "Scott. Name's Scott."

Hide and Seek || Kevin & Scott

Kevin’s jaw tightened as the other boy… not fully transformed, but more so than before. When would he encounter an actual normal, unsupernatural human being? It was like he was a magnet for the weird and creatures that would scare you shitless. 

He moved out of the circle, having been about to start trying to get her attention, the other doing a fantastic job of it as she instantly went for him. Kevin moved away from the circle a distance, not knowing if she’d veer for him if near. He waited until they’d gone into the circle, hurrying forward and grabbing the other to help get him out of the circle. The… not so little girl screamed as she hit the invisible line, stopping dead in her tracks, glaring at the prophet. “Well. ” He murmured quietly, not phased by the she-demon that he’d trapped. At one time, he probably would have screamed louder than her. But now? Now, it was just yet another creature wanting him dead. “What do we do now?” He asked, looking over to the other. “By the way, I’m Kevin.” 

#yourdemonsweretoopolite #p: hide and seek

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Well he had to admit he was glad that at least Stiles admitted to being basically related but he couldn't help but chuckle as he shoved him, rolling over to stare Stiles right in the eyes.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry look at least I didn't call you a fucking Darach or something." Were they even at that point where they could joke about that? Probably not. Probably never would be. But this was Stiles, so he didn't really care.

"I don't know what I need that's the whole reason I'm asking you! I just know it's important. Some kind of herbal life saving...thing."

Every Alpha needs a BROmissary // Scott and Stiles

#connectthemoles #p: bromissary

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There's not an inch of him now that isn't glad for this conversation. Moving on from someone is hard but being able to look at her and know that she's important but she's not everything and yet it being ok that she isn't his whole world is a new concept. But he likes it. He likes that she can still make him smile. And that she can still understand that he's trying to be eighteen and an Alpha and not fuck everything up.

"We've all been through a lot of shit. Though I don't know...feels like the shit storm's only just beginning over here. Do you see Central Park disappear a few weeks ago?"

If things could go back to the way they should be with all of them just learning and living and sticking their noses where they don't belong...yeah. Yeah he'd be ok with that.

Coffee || Allison & Scott

Allison is having a hard time imagining a life without him, but whether or not she believes it now, there will exist happiness in her future without being in a relationship with Scott. For now she just has to… fuck, she has to look into his gorgeous sweet brown eyes and watch his smile light up his face and… God damn it, what was she going to say again? She tries to remember.

She loves him so much. She always would.

“That’s good. You could use all the help you can get, the amount of shit life’s put you through.”

#silverchampion #p: Coffee

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Scott turned his head at Stiles' speech, raising an eyebrow high in the air. "You know you are my family so I'm basically shaming you." But still he refused to move, crossing his arms over his chest and laying back onto the floor. "Which means really I have the longer call to shame trail going on because --- well you are you."

He sighed, rolling over and leaning on his arm. "So...are you gonna help me with this or not? You're the only magician I know who will actually put this together and hopefully not mess it up too much so ---" He shrugged. "You're my last hope."

Every Alpha needs a BROmissary // Scott and Stiles

#the sass is strong in this bromance #connectthemoles #brotp: I already had you #p: bromissary

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Scott watched the entire exchange with a raised brow, settled back in his chair as she seemed to ramble off about everything he could never possibly know. Beef and steak and chicken and duck. All of these things, of course, had English names that were easy to remember but it seemed their French names were much harder to pronounce. In fact, Scott figured he'd just stick to not pronouncing them at all. Yep. That sounded like a much better, and much less embarrassing plan.

She ordered wine and Scott was about to speak up, his mouth even falling open to do so. It wasn't that Scott was opposed to alcohol. He'd had it before, obviously, though he'd never really enjoyed it. Stiles had tried to insist that if he drank enough he'd build up the ability to get drunk, but Stiles didn't account for the fact that the more you drink the more of a tolerance you build.

      "I uh, I don't drink."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, not completely sure that he wanted them to be said. But it was too late now. She could pass her judgements all she wanted, he had already vocalized his thoughts. Silently he nodded as the waiter walked away.

                       Oh boy. Now the fun part. The please don't let me fuck this up by saying the wrong thing part.

"Well," he started, scuffing his shoe against the ground, a gentle smile akin to a puppy dog on his face. That's one thing. I'm not quite all human.

             "I'm from California? I told you that already didn't I? Uh...I work at a vet's office." He nodded. "Yep. With animals."

                           With animals. Really.

Not So Blind Date // Scott and MJ

Mary Jane slipped her tongue along the inside of her cheek, trying her best to silence a chuckle that wanted so badly to fall free from her lips. Instead, it compromised by only yielding a mirthful glow about her features, and a upturned smile. “You are so adorable,” her mouth fell open, tongue still gliding along her cheek as she tried her best to recompose herself before staring back upon those dorky, contagious expressions that he was so prone to making. “It’s French, Scott.” She couldn’t help it at this point, she was giggling. But it was the good kind, not the kind that might make him feel any more awkward. She was warming up to him so well.

"It’s French,” she admitted once more. It took her a moment, to realize that he truly would have had no idea what anything on the menu said. Pressing her lips against one another, Mary Jane extended a palm, gently easing his menu from his hands, “Here. Let me.” She pulled it back around to face her just as the waiter was coming back around toward them. 

"We’re ready to order," she mentioned to the server as he came to pause at the edge of their booth. Collecting the menus in either of her palms, she smoothed them into an orderly fashion, before offering them back to their host. "We’ll take the Magret de Canard.” She spoke French with such fluency and precision that it might have been a bit surprising to one who had not known the finer side of Mary Jane Watson. “As well as the Gigot D’Agneau Pleureur,” she offered the man a casual nod. “Though if you could bring us some extra plates?” He nodded in return, already assuming they’d be sharing the entree, as was so common in a dinning facility of this caliber. 

"And would you like the Fondue Savoyarde, to start you off this evening, madame?” The server asked, collecting their menus and pressing them in against his side.

Mary Jane nodded quickly, pleased with his offer. “Please. And a bottle of chardonnay as well.” Wine and coke. This was what was becoming of the starlet who had settled with the West Coast Wolf. Ironically enough, it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She smiled, turning to face him as the server left to put in their order with the chef.

“Fondue Savoyarde,” she explained, “Is melted cheese, generally served with a entree of your dipping choice.” She smiled. “It’s an appetizer. Finger food while we wait on the main course.” She ticked a brow, “Which is duck and lamb tonight.” Her smile broadened further, realizing full well that he very well may have never tasted either. “It’s good, I promise.” She reassured him. “It’s a lot more flavorful and tender than beef or chicken.” Her nose wrinkled, arms crossing in front of her as she leaned in to take a small sip from the coca cola their server had for either of them. 

"So, Scott. Tell me something about yourself."

#officialmaryjanewatson #p: not so blind date #otp: all of me #awkwardwolf

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"Right. Contained. Got it."

Scott concentrated, a grin growing against his features. She seemed to meet his eyes, their expressions far too similar for their own good. His clawed paws stretched and unstretched as he quickly tried to calculate the distance he had to run and the best way to get the devil child into the tiny circle. She probably knew not to just walk right into it. And he'd come to the realization he couldn't exactly drag her in by the claws. After all, hadn't she basically disappeared before?

Act first think later had usually been a good plan for Scott when it came to a fight, so within moments he was running, this time jumping above the girl instead of rolling beneath her. He landed in a crouch, looking to see what she might do. She started toward him and Scott knew that this was his only chance. "GET OUT OF THERE!" He yelled to the other as he ran for it again, jumping above her head and landing with a sprint, going directly for the circle, praying silently he had enough time to get her into the circle and get himself out of it.

Hide and Seek || Kevin & Scott

Kevin snorted a laugh, shaking his head. If he started laughing, it would likely turn into a panic attack of sad sobs of ‘how the hell did I get involved in this’ and ‘where the hell can I get off this ride’. He might have been knowledgeable but it didn’t mean that the boy truly was… happy with what life had chosen for him. 

Oh but wait.  It wasn’t life.  It was what God chose for him.  He was sooo lucky. 

His stomach flipped with worry as the transformed, trying to curb the sense of unease that came with it. But in defense… humans were… low on the supernatural food chain. Pretty much the ants beneath the boots of the supernatural world. Though then there were always those ants who though small, fucked shit up. I.E…. The Winchesters. 

So humans weren’t totally defenseless. 

Though the Winchesters had died multiple times. 

"Just…. get her to run in here. And then…." He paused, not quite sure what to do. There was a banishing spell though Kevin was unsure if he had all the materials. There was always iron, but she’d just come back after that. He shook his head. "Well of course we get out of it, but… we’ll figure it out once she’s contained." 

#yourdemonsweretoopolite #p: hide and seek

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He can feel the tension alleviating itself from their conversation as his shoulders relax and he nods. Their moods had taken a turn for the better, the idea that they might not need to remain together to still remain friends playing pleasantly in his mind. True, he still looked at her like the sun shined around her glowing personality, but being able to move on didn't mean he had to stop loving her. Because part of him would always love her.

"Yeah he's taught me a lot. Though it's hard without Deaton here, he makes it a little bit easier." His smiles warms his face as he returns the lean, sipping on the now cooling liquid.

Coffee || Allison & Scott

“Yikes,” she says, all too aware of the implications of what he was talking about. Her family would have a field day with that situation. In fact, that’s what she was running away from now. Her family’s tendency to leap in and kill without thought or consideration. “It sounds like you’re getting a lot from him, so that’s good. Glad he’s here and not hanging around with those hunters.”

She begins to smile even more brightly than she had before, and she even looks Scott in the eyes now. She leans toward him on the table, eyes shining as she drinks her coffee. 

#thesilverarcher #p: coffee #OMG LOOK AT ME WRITING

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A Letter in the Morning

When Scott would have woken that morning after their night spent together (the one where he demolished her bathroom without any sort of explanation, of course) there would have been a pink post-it note attached to the palm of his hand. Scribbled in a bubbly font in printed words across one side read the following message:

Good morning Tiger.

You were sleeping so well, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.

Don’t be late for work! There’s donuts on the counter for you — TAKE THEM BEFORE YOU GO!

Thanks for not bailing on me last night. I slept so well with you holding me. You’re the best cuddler ever, and I swear we’ll bang soon enough. ( I won’t keep you waiting forever babe. ;) )

Get your sleepy butt up and go be awesome today! And don’t forget to meet me and Peter for lunch! Can’t wait to see you baby.

Mwwwuuuuuahh!!

-xoxoxoxo MJ

#CUTIES #otp: all of me #officalmaryjanewatson #submission

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Scott couldn't help but chuckle as the words came tumbling out of Stiles. Of course he had some strange and overly historical explanation for why his ass was made of more than bone when Scott would know from years of cuddling that Stiles' ass always had been and always would be mostly bone.

"Oh God I wish it was that why couldn't it be that." He leaned over the edge of the couch, not realizing that he'd leaned too far and went crashing down landing next to Stiles in a flimsy heap.

"However I don't think those nachos had daises in them. Please try again for guess two."

Every Alpha needs a BROmissary // Scott and Stiles

#brotp: you are my brother #gif: bromissary #i literally can't handle these two shits #they are perfect

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That has always been my manta.

That will always be my mantra.

#why is 3b so applicable to my scott #he hasn't even had to deal with the shit scott deals with in 3b #but fucking precious saint scoot you know

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Scott let out a loud groan as Stiles planted himself on his torso. "You know just because you aren't going to bruise me doesn't mean your bony ass doesn't hurt my ribs!" Though he spoke in a pained voice there was a smile on his face as he gracefully shoved Stiles off the couch to go rolling on the floor.

"It's a list of ingredients. I'll give you three guesses what it's for."

Every Alpha needs a BROmissary // Scott and Stiles

#gif convo #brotp: you are my brother #god i love them #connectthemoles

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Howl - the Unlikely Candidates

Wrapped under the cover moonlight

Her arms are warm and they hold me tight

That loving smile turns into all teeth

She lays me down, says "Just feel don't speak"

  And I howl

For you tonight

For you tonight

And I howl

By the moonlight

You'll make me right

I'll howl for you

#i mean the whole song is perfect #otp: all of me #wolfspider #music for the werewolf lover

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Leaders of the Packs // Scott and Steve

(Scott and Steve's first meeting! The beginning of a most beautiful and saintly friendship/mentorship. Link at the bottom is to the google doc with all of the scene!)

Scott had walked down the street a million times. In fact this was one of the busier streets and intersections that Scott had come across in his time in New York. There was a lot going on in a small amount of space and hell Central Park wasn't too far away. Stark Tower. He was walking back and forth outside of Stark Tower. Of course there was a reason -- Tony Stark had hired Mary Jane for some kind of spokesmodel gig and he really needed to know more. Ok, he didn't need to know more but he was worried now that it would put her so far ahead of him that...well that she'd drop him with the snap of her fingers when someone inevitably becomes the better choice. It was bound to happen. He just wanted to know how long he had. He really liked MJ, more than he thought was possible, and he could feel himself growing too attached too quickly. If there was some clue at this place that would show him that he should just give up while he was ahead, then maybe he would do that. Right. So Scott pulled open the doors to the Tower and took in the bright lights of the lobby of the almost always radiant building. But he didn't know what he was looking for so instead he just looked like a lost puppy unsure of who to talk to or where to go.

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Steve finished shrugging on his jacket as he descended the last few stairs of the tower. He'd been sorting through paperwork for the best part of the morning now, and was in serious need of a coffee fix. Although there was perfectly functioning coffee machine, more than one actually, in the Tower, Steve had fancied the walk to clear his head. Plus Starbucks didn't involve Steve trying to remember Tony's instructions on how to grind coffee beans without making a mess. He'd left a note with JARVIS explaining where he was going in case Tony ventured up long enough from the workshop to notice he was gone before taking the stairs to the lobby, preferring it to the glass paneled elevator. As Steve wandered into the foyer, he noticed a young man lingering in the door way, shoulders hunched defensively. He looked intimidated by the Tower, a sentiment Steve could share, eyes darting about as if sending a silent plea for help. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Steve made his way over to the stranger, clearing his throat once he was within earshot. "Can I help you, son?"

-continued-

#dash chatzy scene #chatzy: leaders of the packs #captainsrogers #brotp: saints on earth #yep i like that tag

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Scott watched from the cut out in the wall as Stiles danced around the kitchen, throwing his backpack down at the foot of the couch as he laid himself down and sprawled out slightly.

"Are you uh, done in there?" He chuckled out as he snaked his hands down to pull the list of ingredients from his pocket. He waved them in the air so Stiles could see. "Because I have a project and it requires your attention."

Every Alpha needs a BROmissary // Scott and Stiles

#i really like that gif #brotp: you are my brother #gif: bromissary

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Stiles what are you -

Alright I'll go with it. But only if you stop singing that song.

...Dr. Pepper alright?

Hey, SCOTT

Scott, buddy, pal. Look; I know that you are in a constant state of awe, reduced to a gaping idiot at my poetic prowess on the field. I understand, all of this is fine by me. I have learned to cope with your hero worship of the glory that is my self over the years.

But Scotty, bro… you know that you have some decent qualities of your own, right?

I mean… it must have been cold there in my shadow. to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine; that’s your way. You always walked a step behind.

But, I love you regardless. You’re the wind beneath my massive wings, Scott. Now go grab me a soda.

#im sorry I had to #scott is like..but you suck at lacrosse #brotp: you are my brother #gif convo?