"the mustang kids are out
rolling over hills and the roundabouts"

okay yes there's scott x reader
but everyone shut up okay
let's pretend scira doesn't exist rn
ily

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You sat in Scott's kitchen with his mom, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your friends.

He had texted you last night that they had stopped, whatever it was they were fighting now from doing whatever it was they were trying to do.

You hadn't really gotten the details of the mission, as you weren't going.

The only thing stopping you was the brace on your leg, which you ended up having to get from the last mission you went on, and Scott told you to take it easy for a while.

"Honey, you sure you don't want anything," Mrs. McCall chewed on her nails.

"No, no, really, I'm fine, Mrs. McCall," you smiled at her.

"I told you to stop calling me that," she reprimanded. "it makes me sound old."

You laughed, "You don't look old if that's any consolation."

"Are you saying I am old?" she gasped and you laughed.

The sound of keys made you both jump and hold your breaths.

A few seconds later, in came the entire McCall pack who all went their separate ways.

Lydia went to the mirror in the hallway, Malia went straight for the platter of food next to you, and Kira went right for the living room.

"I call downstairs!" Stiles yelled, bolting for the downstairs bathroom.

"Shit!" Scott yelled after him, dashing for the stairs.

"Language!" Melissa reminded him.

"Sorry!" he called out.

You laughed to yourself, gripping the chair and the table to help yourself up.

It had been a week with the brace and you still hadn't gotten used to it.

"I'll leave you kids to yourselves," Melissa shook her head and slowly went up the stairs herself.

"Hey, Malia," you smiled at her and she smiled back, bits of food dropped out of her stuffed mouth.

"Ugh," you sighed. "don't choke?"

She gulped it down and you shivered.

"What? It probably didn't even look that bad!"

"Do you mind taking that platter to the living room?" you asked her.

"No problem," she smiled.

You and Melissa had prepared little appetizer like things to clear your minds as you waited for the group to get back.

As you reached for the second platter, you heard footsteps jogging down the stairs and a few moments later a hand covered yours.

"What did I say about taking it easy? You can barely walk and you want to carry a platter?" Scott laughed.

"Wow, that's the first thing you say to your very anxious girlfriend when you walk through the door?" you sigh, pulling your hand away.

"Sorry, I just want you to stay safe," Scott smiled, kissing your nose and taking the platter himself.

"Could you take the drinks too?" you asked him and he nodded, taking the drinks in one hand and leaving the platter in the other.

You both walked into the living room where everyone had eventually gathered.

You sat in between Stiles and Kira.

Lydia, Malia, and Scott were sitting cross-legged on the floor, not bothering to find a seat.

"So I take it the thing went well?"

Grumbles came from around the room, forcing you to believe otherwise.

"Would have been better if you were there," Scott winked at you and you groaned.

"Not in front of your ex," you groaned silently apologizing to Kira.

"No I'm fine, I swear, seriously," she smiled.

"You're always fine," you shook your head at her and she laughed.

"Your best friend doesn't really like it when you do that either," Stiles chimed in.

"It's kind of gross," Lydia nodded.

"Wait, wait, wait, this is coming from the queen of PDA?"

Lydia smiled, "That was the past."

You looked to Scott, "I kind of ship Scira more than us. Is that bad?"

"Scira?" Scott asked.

"It's your ship name," Stiles grinned. "Kira x Scott."

Scott furrowed his brows, "Wait-"

"Is Malia okay?" Kira asked, causing you all to look to her.

She had eaten an entire platter already and was about to move on to the second.

"Woah, woah," Lydia took Malia's hand. "let's not overeat now."

"Let her have her fun!" you smiled.

Scott rolled his eyes, "Last time you said something like that, you ended up in a leg brace."

You rolled your eyes, "It was an accident."

Lydia guffawed, "So it was an accident you kicked that guy in the balls?"

"W-"

"And then threatened to rip them off?" Kira chimed in.

"C-"

"Oh!" Malia added. "she kicked them three times."

"You all can go-"

"Hey!" Scott interrupted you. "language."

The room erupted in laughter.

"Do you guys want to watch TV?" Stiles asked, already reaching for the remote.

"Sure I guess, anything that's not about the supernatural."