i think my favorite teen wolf headcanon is the surreal and unquestioned devotion the entirety of beacon hills has for scott bc it’s just so great
- check out guy explaining to his boss that scott mccall was a few dollars short so he pretended the machine made an error so scott could get everything he needed and the boss fumbling to get her wallet out to cover the difference
- scott sneezes in the supermarket and everyone in a twenty foot radius runs to give him a tissue
- scott’s neighbors always seem to be baking cookies or making trays of lasagna for dinner parties that are always SUDDENLY and TRAGICALLY cancelled last minute, scott please would you be a dear and take this basket of breakfast pastries off our hands
- scott has won the “10,000th customer!!!” prize at seven different stores (none of them were rigged, the universe just loves scott mccall and wants him to have nice things)
- scott doesn’t cut in line, the line parts for him
- nervous chefs trying to work out their specials give scott a custom meal when he goes out to eat, free of charge, and their hearts melt when he responds enthusiastically
- wait but him as a kid, waiting around in the lobby of the hospital for his mom to get off shift, wanders around and chats with patients, draws them pictures and brings his books from home for other kids to borrow and hangs out with older patients, listening raptly to them or regaling them with imaginative stories, being extra sweet to all the nurses because they’re brave and strong just like his mom. every time he has so much as a paper cut he’s given an avalanche of lollipops
- it took years for scott to learn that other people have to pay for bowling
- “hey! you said there was a waiting list to be seated why’d that guy get to–oh. oh my god. honey, no, shh, that’s scott mccall. no of course. we understand, of course.”
- scott has been written into many, many wills which is gonna get awkward one day
- scott gets a cold and it goes through the scott protection grapevine and melissa stares at her kitchen counter literally overflowing with containers of soup and sighs
- officially the town motto’s latin translation is: to protect and celebrate our golden son
- SCOTT MCCALL