mccallofxduty:

           _{[  okay. okay. so maybe he’s a little in over his head.
           lydia’s perfume is sweet, luxurious, kind of like she is,
           with something sharper just beneath the surface.
           the strange glint in her eyes that makes his breath
           catch and stick in his throat, eyes flicking towards
           crimson painted nails patting against his shoulder.  ]}

                    _{“        Uh.”}

                                       _{[  oh, c’mon, scott. you can do better than that.
                                       a voice in his head hisses,
                                       one that sounds suspiciously like stiles.}  

                          _{he clears his throat, chin lifting with a proud tilt
                          smile turning into a smirk at the lopsided curve of his mouth.  ]}

           _{“Says the one that’s been dethroned.”}

                  “—-Take it back. You take it back  right now.”

                                                               {He thinks he’s being damn  cute, doesn’t he?
                                                                That little smirk,  tilting his adorably lopsided jaw
                                                                like he thinks he can just say whatever the hell
                                                                                          he w a n t s?

                                 ——Well this town had an apex predator
                                      long before Scott McCall
                                                                   and her name is Lydia Martin.}

              “Scott. Scottie. Sweetheart.
                         …Drop the act.
                                                             We all know who’s in charge,
                                                   when it comes to you and me.”

                                         {Her voice is sweet, now. Doting.}