#Spencer ‘Spence’ Wolfe oc

[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #25

[At a mission brief]

Leo: hey, I’ve got an idea-

Viper: no.

The Aviators:

Viper: oh, sorry, it’s a natural reaction. Please carry on LTJG. Wolfe.

Leo: so first we get some fuel in our jets-

Viper: Absolutely fucking not. Demerit. 

Crick: *bursting into the room and slams door shut clearly panicked*

Duckie: oh god what did you do?!

Crick: nobody died!

Duckie: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT!

Tee: I have a question.

Duckie: yeah?

Tee: can a person breathe in a washing machine while it’s on?

Duckie:

Tee: obviously this is all hypothetical-

Duckie: WHERE is Cricket?

Leo: books are for nerds.

Duckie: *smacks Leo on the head with a book*

Leo: NOOOO!

Leo: MY HAIR!

Leo: DUCKIE WHHHYYYY

Leo: *sobs loudly* I LOOK LIKE TEE!!

Tee: HEY!

Leo: *sobs in corner*

Crick: *tries to slap Leo’s ass as he walks past by*

Crick: *misses, trips and falls*

Leo: *tries to catch Crick but overbalances*

Leo: *tries to hold a chair for support*

Chair: *breaks*

Leo: *falls on top of Crick*

Duckie: *watching* it’s like watching two animals do an out-of-sync and very destructive mating dance.

Pregnant Chloe: you think we have enough responsibility to bring a child into this bunch of people and raise it?

Tee: Chloe, your problem is, is that you still see us as those idiots we were at school, when we were young, stupid and mostly high. But look at us now!

Chloe:

Duckie:

Cricket:

Daisy:

Leo:

Duckie: Leo’s hair is shorter.

Teacher: Mr. Wolfe, Ms Pruitts, I know it seems worthless to even ask but, Did you spike the Snowball Dance punch?

Duckie: something goes wrong, you blame us…

Cricket: after all these years, where’s the trust?

[pause]

The Trio: yes, we did.

Crick: Duckie. Prince Charming loves you.

Duckie: yeah, I’ve heard.

Crick: so will you go out with him?

Duckie: of course not.

Crick: PLEASE, DUCKIE!!

Duckie: I’m not sorry.

Crick: you don’t understand what you’re doing!

Duckie: I’m saying no to going out with the most arrogant guy in town.

Crick: no, he’s holding my chocolates hostage until I get you to agree to date him. Duckie PLEASE!!

Whiskey: well, honestly my favorite chocolate is-

Leo: *puts a hand over her mouth* Whiskey no

[distant rumbling]

Daisy: you can’t just go around saying that word!

Chatter: she didn’t know Daze!

Daisy: but still!

[house shakes]

[Duckie & Tee walks in]

Duckie: ..she said it didn’t she?

Dragon: said what-

[door bursts open]

Crick: DID SOMEONE SAY CHOCOLATE?!

Leo: why did Wood search ‘pretty names for a baby girl’ ARE YOU PLANNING TO HAVE A BABY?

Duckie: not that I’m aware of no. Maybe I should ask him?

Duckie: *after a few minutes* no, but he said ‘we’re planning to have a niece’, so maybe you should ask yourself, are you having a baby?

Leo: am I having a baby?

Birdie’s Basket: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @tngrace

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @interstellarloneliness

[sapphireginger]

Chapter #17

Summary:

No, the demon took pleasure in breaking Stiles’s mind piece by piece. Such a young spark with no training or protections in place made for the perfect plaything. So, he turned his chaos inward. “Y-You’re not real,” Stiles says, his voice so soft it’s almost inaudible. “I-I defeated you!” The shadow sways and then smirks, the rotten teeth sharpening dangerously. “We cannot be defeated little boy. What threat are you to us? Us who has been alive since dawn of time? It is we who own you.”

June is the month Stiles dedicates entirely to his training. His Aunt Klarysa and his cousin Spencer work with him for hours every single day. Peter will often hang around in his full shift form, something he gained thanks to the mate bond and new alpha spark.

Stiles grimaces as the tree finally levitates to an upright position once more. Then he gets the wind knocked out of him as Spencer sweeps his feet out from under him. “FUCK!” he says through gritted teeth.

Spencer stands and offers his little cousin a hand. Stiles just shoves it away and shakes his head, pushing himself to his feet. He only sways a little before heading towards another tree. “Again.”

Klarysa lets him blow off some steam for a couple hours as she tells Peter her plan. He reluctantly doesn’t stop them when she directs an exhausted Stiles to walk with her.

As the spark and the Wrażliwy na aurę become mere specks in the distance, Spencer plops down onto the porch with no grace whatsoever. 

Peter tilts his head. “He’s not going to get better if he doesn’t find a way out of this whole mental state that he’s currently drowning in.”

Spencer quirks a brow and gulps in several gulps of air, said air filling his lungs over and over again. “Yeah. Well, that’s what mother is going to help with. He’s got all the raw ability that is limitless, but he’s just stuck. It happens to all magic users at some point.”

“I remember my mother’s emissary dealing with something of the same. Hers was more the loss of her husband and child in a car wreck. Nothing could be done about it. Her magic could not bring them back. If not for my mother, she might very well have killed herself to join them.”

“Lucky for her she had your mother then,” Spencer says quietly, his eyes focused on the direction in which the two magic users disappeared.

Peter tilts his head in a slight nod. “Indeed.”

✶ 🔎 ❤︎ 🔍 ✶ 

While Klarysa’s home seems rather isolated and very deep in a forest, there is another smaller cabin even deeper in that only she visits. The foliage is thick and disorienting. Not even the sun shines through. It’s not long before Stiles finds himself lost. He could’ve sworn she was right in front of him. His heart starts to beat faster as he spins around. “Ciocia Klarysa?”

There is no response and that’s when he starts to truly panic. Silence and darkness are his worst fears since the Nogitsune. Just as his vision starts to blur, he hears an echo in his mind. 

“Mieszko.”

“Ciocia Klarysa?” he chokes out and turns, trying to find the voice.

The trees begin to sway as a rough wind picks up. Stiles’s eyes go wide in terror as a shadow seemingly emerges from the trunk of a tree.

“Little Mieszko,” the shadow hisses. “So much fear. You should be afraid.”

Stiles steps back, his eyes never leaving the one who still haunts him even now years after the possession. He remembers every second of being a puppet. Though they at first believed he would start killing other people, that is not what happened.

No, the demon took pleasure in breaking Stiles’s mind piece by piece. Such a young spark with no training or protections in place made for the perfect plaything. So, he turned his chaos inward.

“Y-You’re not real,” Stiles says, his voice so soft it’s almost inaudible. “I-I defeated you!”

The shadow sways and then smirks, the rotten teeth sharpening dangerously. “We cannot be defeated little boy. What threat are you to us? Us who has been alive since dawn of time? It is we who own you.”

Something about the statement shocks Stiles out of his terror for a few precious moments. His hand brushes over his mating mark. “No.” He doesn’t raise his voice, simply saying the one word but that one word makes the shadow angry even as it stills completely. Stiles smiles as a few stray tears slip down his cheeks. “I love my mate. I love Peter and he loves me.” 

The shadow laughs, sending shivers down Stiles’s spine. “No one in their right mind could love you! Then again, no one ever said that the wolf was in his right mind. Regardless, he may be your mate, but you belong to us!” it hisses.

“I belong to my mate, and he belongs to me,” Stiles says, his smile shifting into a smirk, “...but there is no ownership. We are equals. No one owns me.”

This time, when the wind grows rougher, it’s accompanied by burning amethyst orbs, shining from the place where amber eyes normally reside. 

“We are not afraid of you, Little Mieszko,” the being says with a smile befitting a serial killer, slasher and psycho all at once. It makes Stiles shiver. “We know what it is that makes you scream. Do you wonder what it is that makes us scream? You do not scare us. You are nothing to us. We are not scared of you.”

Stiles smirks darkly, a hint of fang showing as a black wisp of smoke joined by three more rises up behind him. “Pity. You should be terrified.”

He brings his hand up and tilts his head consideringly. The wind is now knocking the shadow around while Stiles himself remains steadfast. Between one breath and the next a blood curdling shriek, a chorus of hisses and a burning white light erupt. Stiles doesn’t look away as he speaks. 

“Non timeo te amplius. Abite compedes Nogitsune chaos. Ego me liberavi.”

With those words, the shadow explodes outward and then is sucked in like a vacuum, before becoming nothing. Though his breath is slightly labored Stiles feels like a chain, shackle and lock have been broken. He grabs at his chest, sucking in deep breaths. “I-I did it.” He laughs wetly.

A look around finds him still clueless as to where he is, but a tree looks slightly different. Maybe that’s the way. “Ciocia Klarysa?” 

He takes a step forward only to once again freeze at the sound of another presence, a voice that has haunted his nightmares. “Hello Little rabbit.”

Stiles trembles, his hands forming fists as his nails dig into his palms. The pain and slight cuts, bringing blood to the surface, ground him. “Don’t call me that!” he snaps, his tone dripping with icy venom.

The alpha wolf, now a mere shadow but resulting in rising terror nonetheless, stalks closer. “We didn’t get to finish our little game. You’re so powerful little rabbit. I want that in a mate.”

“I have a mate!” Stiles spits. “He has claimed me, and I’ve claimed him. So, you can f-fuck off!”

“Don’t be scared little rabbit. I’ll make it good for you.”

Stiles shudders and takes a step back. He remembers the attack like it was yesterday. The fear and helplessness he felt consumed him, threatening to do so now. He can hear the wolf getting closer but unlike last time, something within him bursts open and with a simple look, he constricts the wolf’s airways.

Clawed hands clutch at the shadowed throat, but Stiles tightens his grip. With another thought, the wolf rises into the air, his feet scrambling to keep upright. It’s no use though as a white fire erupts in a never ending sphere around him. 

A dark smirk forms on the spark’s face as Stiles wills the sphere to grow smaller and smaller, He relishes in the shrieks of pain the wolf lets out, accompanied by high pitched howls of agony.

The spark is not unfeeling, but he knows that some threats cannot live. Though both the Nogitsune and the wolf are but of the shadows now, they still reside inside him. They have been keeping him from all that he is destined to be. He faced one foe and as the sphere closes the final few millimeters of space, there’s another burst of light. Stiles once again, doesn’t look away.

Though his breath is even more labored now, Stiles feels a second chain, shackle and lock break inside him. His eyes flutter shut as a heat so all encompassing washes over him. It floods every fiber of his being. His fingers spark, his muscles thrum with energy and his bond sings.

The spark falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably as a feeling he’s never felt before, overtakes him. He manages to press his hand against his chest and rub, feeling a pleasant reaction from his spark. The four black shadow wisps slip back into him until they are needed again. He sinks both hands into the earth as he hangs his head.

“Liber. Liber sum. Liberavi me. Omnia, quæ ego sum, fregi vincula. Non tenebar amplius tenebris et umbra. Ego enim sum tenebrae. lux sum. Nam umbra sum. Ego sum scintilla.”

✶ 🔎 ❤︎ 🔍 ✶ 

Stiles has no concept of time only coming out of his thoughts when a soft caress alerts him to another presence. He’s not afraid as he opens his eyes. For a moment he thinks it’s his aunt but then a slight glow forms around the being of light and he sucks in a harsh breath. “Matka.”

Klaudiya smiles and presses a warm kiss to his forehead. She is not really here but she is never far away either. For a few precious minutes she holds her son, imparting the warmth of her own magic. She silently erases the very last essence of tragedy from her son’s aura, the stain her death left behind on the chłopak.

Another kiss is placed on his forehead, Stiles’s eyes slipping closed at the caress. From behind his eyelids, he sees the light begin to dim before diminishing completely. She’s gone.

✶ 🔎 ❤︎ 🔍 ✶ 

“Mieszko,” a voice calls softly.

Stiles’s eyes flutter open, meeting his aunt’s gaze. “You planned this.” It’s not a question because he knows she did.

“I did, słodki siostrzeniec. You would not have been able to thrive. Your spark would not have thrived either, if you did not face that which has wrought pain and darkness into your life.”

“I bound myself. Didn’t I?” he asks, despite being certain the answer is yes.

Klarysa nods. “Through no intentional fault of your own. It was a fear response.”

Stiles huffs and slowly stands, surprised and yet not when he finds them sitting in the cabin. “How?”

“You tell me, Mieszko. How did I do it?” she asks.

“The cleansing you did when we met that first day of classes. You didn’t get rid of the darkness. You kept it. You knew I would have to face it and today you made sure I did.”

She gives him a proud smile even as her expression is slightly sad. “I did. I do not want you to suffer but suffering is how we learn. The past will always follow us. This is fact and fate entwined. However, when we face the past head on with nothing but will and resolve and wiara… We find out what defines our strength.”

Stiles swallows thickly as he listens. He acknowledges and accepts the past. He accepts and treasures the gift of the present. The spark treasures, appreciates and hopes for the future. “Twoja lekcja została dobrze odrobiona.”

Klarysa smiles. “Thank you, Spark,” she says with pearl colored eyes. Then she leans forward slightly. “Tell me what you have learned.” Her tone is encouraging as she watches him mull over her question.

Stiles chews his lip, his body surprisingly still. “Each event is a shadow. The bigger the event the bigger the shadow but the ability to face it and come out victorious has always been there. I just needed to realize and comprehend it. The past cannot be ignored but once faced loses its hold. It will never be gone but its strength and its power are only defined by the weight we give them.”

“Aye, słodki siostrzeniec. You are only limited by your belief in your will. So long as you believe, none can hope to stop you or stand against you. Well done.”

There isn’t much to say and Stiles finds the silence is comfortable, the need to fill it nearly non-existent. The only thing needing to be said is: “Dziękuję.”

A soft smile comes from his aunt as she nods, pouring them each a cup of tea. “Nie ma za co.”

✶ 🔎 ❤︎ 🔍 ✶ 

When Peter and Stiles leave after dinner, the wolf can tell something happened to his mate. He is dying to know but isn’t going to pester the spark for answers. Peter can scent the amusement on his mate along with the slight amusement bleeding through their bond.

It’s not until they’re washing dishes—Peter drying and Stiles washing—that the subject is finally broached. “I did it.” Stiles's voice is soft, and he keeps his eyes on the soapy water.

“Did what?” the wolf asks, his tone just as soft as his mate’s.

“Faced the shadows.”

“Shadows?” Peter intones confused.

Stiles nods as he finishes washing the last glass. “Mhm. Shadows of my past but I didn’t just face them.” Amber eyes flash amethyst and a bright grin is sent Peter's way. “I defeated them. I destroyed them. I ended them.”

Something like bone deep and soul deep want consumes Peter at his mate’s words. Stiles seems to be of the same mind as the wolf and they leave a trail of ripped clothing all the way to the bedroom. This time Stiles takes his mate for the first time and by the time they’ve both cum, Peter is incoherent, only able to rumble in his chest. Stiles offers his own purr—almost catlike—in reply as they lazily kiss until they fall asleep.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Spencer request: The team meets at a bar after they returning from a case and Spencer comes in looking dramatically different (like a nice new haircut and casual outfit and glasses) and the team / OC lose their minds

YES MAAM 🫡

It wasn’t fair.

Like, sure. Life isn’t fair, and you can’t always be the winner, but this felt personal.

Spencer Reid had agreed to go out with you all one your last night of vacation, causing Penelope to get you all to to commit to coming by signing death threats.

You didn’t even have to answer her text, knowing that the second Spencer said yes to anything, you would be there.

So that’s how you managed to find yourself packed into a booth with Garcia, Hotch, Rossi, JJ, and Emily.

“I just don’t know why Morgan volunteered to drive Spencer. It sounds like a recipe for genocide.” JJ whispered in your ear, causing you to almost spit out the sip of your drink you had just taken.

Hotch eyed the two of you suspiciously before returning to his conversation with Garcia.

But that’s when you looked up, and the world stopped.

Spencer had gotten a hair cut.

And he looked fucking delicious. At least that’s what you said to yourself as your entire body froze on the spot.

He was dressed in a short sleeve button up, with the top button undone, and just these perfect pants that fit him like a glove: truly they were a gift for you at this point since all they did was make you ogle him more.

And of course, he was in his black converse, the pair you had bought him for his birthday last year. You knew because you had gotten the heel embroidered with chess pieces, A king on one heel, and a knight on the other.

But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was that Doctor Spencer Reid was wearing his glasses.

Maybe you should’ve chickened out and not come because all you could do now was all but chug the rest of your drink, trying to not stare at him.

But you weren’t the only one.

“Damn Spence. Didn’t know you knew how to dress like that.” Jj gave him a little wolf whistle which caused his cheeks to burn red, and Morgan to clap his back and slide into the booth next to Hotch.

“T-Thanks, it was, uh. It was Morgan.” He couldn’t help but fidget with his glasses, not fully used to them. Or that was his excuse. Maybe it was because he was nervous around you. Or maybe it was because you were refusing to look at him.

“Can I…”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your cheek. “No—I mean.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed JJ’s thigh under the table as she laughed at you. “You don’t have a drink yet, and I need a refill.”

Spencer nodded and licked his lips. “Ye-yeah a drink.”

You smiled at him quickly, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach as the two of you walked towards the bar.

“Y-You, you look really good.” Spencer whispered to you, as you flagged down the bartender, causing you to smile as you ordered yourself and Spencer your respective drinks.

“I’m surprised y/n hasn’t burst into flames yet.” Rossi snickered, clinking his glass in a cheers with Emily.

“Give ‘em two minutes tops.” She held out her hand in faux competition.

“Oh you’re on.”

While they all placed their bets, they failed to notice the way you and Spencer moved closer and closer to one another at the bar, not making any inference of turning back to the table, even though you both had been sipping on your new drinks for a while, lost in each other’s company.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

At Our Ex-Spence

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47766130

by sapphireginger

Stiles is ready to leave Beacon Hell Hole-Beacon Hills-behind. An offer to join the FBI is his ticket out of there. A blue eyed wolf follows along, and Stiles doesn't mind a bit.

On the other side of the US an amber eyed man puts on his glasses and gets out of bed. His first day at the FBI is almost here. "Stu?" the man's girlfriend calls out. "Coming!" he replies and rejoins her in their bedroom.

Stiles is about to start his FBI training. He meets two people of major significance on his first day. Life gets even more complicated, and he has so many questions. However, he's not sure who he trusts to give him the correct answers-to give him the truth.

Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Stuart Stilinski, Allison Argent, Spencer Reid, Klarysa Gajos (OC), Genevieve Reid (OC), Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent, Noah Stilinski, Klaudiya Gajos (Mentioned), Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Penelope Garcia, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, David Rossi, Original Child Character(s), (To Be Added Later), Jasmine (OC) (Mentioned), Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Original Characters

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Stuart Stilinski, Spencer Reid/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Twin Stiles Stilinski, Twin Stuart Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski's Last Name is Gajos, Spencer Reid is Stuart Stilinski's Cousin, Protective Spencer Reid, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, FBI Agent Stuart Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Separated at Birth, Twins, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Familiars, Past Character Death, Claudia Stilinski's Name is Klaudiya Gajos, Stiles Stilinski's Name is Mieszko, Stuart Stilinski's Name is Mikolaj, Spencer Reid's Name is Maksymilian, Good Peter Hale, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Claiming Bites, Explicit Sexual Content, De-Aged Peter Hale, Future Mpreg, Stiles Stilinski is a Polyglot, Protective Peter Hale, Stilinski Family Feels (Teen Wolf), Attempted Rape/Non-Con, AFG Angst: Begging, AFG Angst: "Do you wonder what it is that makes me scream?", AFG Fluff: Nicknames/Pet Names, BTHB: "Who did this to you?", Bad Things Happen Bingo, bad things happen, Alpha Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - Isaac Lahey & Jackson Whittemore Get Bitten, Panic Attacks, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Aged-Up Stiles Stilinski, Aged-Up Character(s)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47766130

[ghxst-heart]

ᴄᴏᴜɢᴀʀ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʟɪᴏɴ? ─ sᴛɪʟᴇs sᴛɪʟɪɴsᴋɪ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀɴᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇ

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Main OC is Scott McCall's half-sister, there are six (6) original characters, friends to lovers with Stiles Stilinski, book one covers Seasons 1 & 2 of Teen Wolf ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 8.2k

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 Kat would have liked for the group from Saturday night to remain that laid back and relaxed around one another, she knew it couldn’t happen.  That rang true on Monday morning when Kat led the group of cheerleaders and lacrosse players she usually ate lunch with to Scott, Stiles', and Spencer’s table.  Kat set her tray down beside Stiles as he quietly reassured Scott of something, but she and Lydia only caught the last part of the conversation.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, you’re not canceling, okay?” Stiles reassured him, “You can’t just cancel your entire life.  We’ll figure it out.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Figure what out?” Lydia asked, settling beside Scott and looking expectantly between her friend’s brother and his friends.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The boys were dead silent, unable to hide their shocked expressions as Allison, Lexi, Jackson, and Danny settled at their table.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Spencer quietly whispered to Scott and Stiles, “Why is she sitting with us?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shrugged and motioned to Allison, “Allison said that you were saving her a seat today, Scott.  Is this okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott nodded, but Spencer was still wondering why Lydia agreed to it. “But, she’s Lydia Martin, and she hasn’t even looked our way in the ten years we’ve known her.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, Spence, stop being so dramatic.  Now’s your chance to ogle over her up close and personal; take advantage of it.” Kat winked and nudged Stiles' shoulder before focusing on Jackson, who was standing at the head of the table.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson stared down at the lacrosse player seated beside Lydia, “Get up.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“How come you never ask Danny to get up?” The boy complained, motioning to the guy seated beside Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Danny smirked at the rest of the table before responding with a witty comment, “Because I don’t stare at his girlfriend’s coin slot.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia grinned at Danny as the lacrosse player in Jackson’s seat reluctantly moved, and Jackson sat down.  Danny winked before bringing up the popular topic of conversation of the day.  There had been an attack on one of the school buses, and it had been the buzz around the school since the principal’s announcement.  Kat couldn’t go one class period without hearing another theory of what the students thought attacked the person on the bus. “So I hear they’re saying it’s some type of animal attack.  Probably a cougar.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I heard mountain lion.” Jackson smugly said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Lydia smartly said.  She paused, taking in everyone’s reactions to her sharp comment.  She put on a slightly confused expression and cocked her head to the side, raising her voice as she said, “Isn’t it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Who cares?” Jackson chuckled.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat let out a chuff, cutting him off before he could get his next thought out.  She didn’t want to see Lydia play dumb, especially when she was so smart. “What if I care?  Maybe I didn’t know that a cougar was a mountain lion and wanted to thank your brilliant girlfriend for the information?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia sent Kat a grateful glance that Kat returned with a wink and a grin, but Jackson glared at the McCall girl, disregarding her words with his own rude comment, “Like I said, who cares?  The guy’s probably some homeless tweaker who’s gonna die anyway.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles spoke up, “Actually, I just found out who it is.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat glanced at Stiles' phone, reading the article he had just pulled up.  She knew Noah had most likely sent it to him after a long argument about invading police investigations and not waiting for news like everyone else had to.  Stiles tapped around on the page and started playing a video before holding the phone over the table so everyone could see.  The local news anchor started speaking as the video began, showing closeups of the bus and the parking lot.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The sheriff’s department won’t speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack.  Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know this guy,” Scott suddenly said, glancing up at Kat and Stiles.  Kat’s brows furrowed, and her head tilted slightly as she looked at the man closely.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You do?” Lexi asked, glancing toward Kat to see if she knew him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, I know him, too.” Kat quietly said before speaking up, “Back when we used to take the bus when we lived with our dad.  He was the driver.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat caught the confused look that Scott, Stiles, and Spencer were exchanging but brushed it off as them being most comfortable among themselves.  She knew that it was weird for them to be around a group as large as the one that had taken up residence at their lunch table.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia was suddenly bored with the conversation and loudly made it known, “Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?  Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?” Allison guiltily looked at Scott as Lydia continued, “You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Everyone looked at Scott and Allison expectantly, and Spencer and Stiles were eager to watch them scramble to explain that they wanted to have a private date rather than a group outing.  Allison swallowed her food as she tried to explain away her miswording about her plans for the upcoming night. “Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun,” Lydia said.  Scott looked at Allison, questioning her choice of words as Kat shared a sideways look with Stiles, quickly earning Lydia’s attention. “Oh!  Kat, I know you have Tuesdays off, so why don’t you and Stiles come along?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shook her head, holding back a laugh at the trainwreck Scott and Allison’s date had become. “Uh, we already have plans to study for that algebra test in a few days.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We do?” Stiles asked, quietly grunting when Kat stomped on his foot under the table.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, we do.” Kat sweetly smiled at Stiles before turning her attention back to Lydia, “Thanks for the offer, though.  Maybe next time.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson, who was listening in on Scott and Allison’s conversation, suddenly spoke up, quickly taking the attention away from Kat and Stiles. “You know what else sounds fun?  Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia sighed and grabbed the fork from Jackson’s hand as Kat laughed.  Stiles groaned, seemingly upset that Lydia had stopped Jackson from actually stabbing himself in the face with a fork, not that he would have anyway.  He wouldn’t mess up his perfect face for anything, especially comedic purposes.  Lydia suddenly thought of an idea for their group hangout, “How about bowling?  You love to bowl!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles was busy making faces at Scott as he continued to eat, silently telling him that he was making a big mistake by agreeing to a group outing with Lydia and Jackson while Jackson scoffed, voicing his doubts against Scott’s and Allison’s bowling abilities.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, with actual competition.” Jackson quipped, letting his competitive side shine through and ruining the relaxed vibe the group had achieved a few days prior.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“How do you know we’re not actual competition?” Allison asked as she tauntingly raised an eyebrow.  Then, she looked at Scott, “You can bowl, right?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott shrugged, “Sort of.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Is it sort of, or yes?” Jackson asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yes,” Scott confidently said, feeling slightly threatened by how Jackson was looking at him. “In fact, I’m a great bowler.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat let out a loud laugh, turning to hide her face in Stiles' shoulder.  She felt bad for Scott, she really did, but she couldn’t help her reaction.  Scott was digging a hole for himself, and it was only getting larger with each passing second.  Luckily for her, hardly anyone had noticed her little outburst and continued on in their own conversations.  Finally, she sat up straight and sent a sorry look to Scott, one that he responded to with an eye roll and glare before returning to his conversation with Allison.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That was subtle,” Stiles joked, poking her in the side and taking a bite of his food.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat scoffed, “I’m not known for subtly, Stilinski,” Kat giggled, falling into the relaxed conversation the group had returned to.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Later that evening, while Kat was finishing up charting at the main ER desk and Melissa was taking a small break, Scott walked in carrying takeout.  Melissa chuckled, earning Kat’s attention.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat smirked as Melissa started speaking, “Is my beautiful, talented, and wonderful son actually bringing us dinner?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Thought you guys wouldn’t mind skipping the cafeteria tonight.” Scott grinned, holding the food out to his mother and sister.   Kat eagerly took the food and started separating her own from Melissa’s as Melissa continued to talk to Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You are the most thoughtful, loving, most conniving little con artist ever.  You are so not getting the car tomorrow night.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Mom.” Scott stuttered, earning a loud “Ha!” from Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Melissa smartly asked, “There’s a curfew, no car.  But, I will take this.” Melissa took the food that Kat hadn’t claimed and started towards the back room.  Before disappearing into the break room, she smiled at Scott, “Love you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat chuckled and stood up, gathering her food together as she looked at her brother, “You can borrow George tomorrow; I’ll catch a ride from Lexi or Lydia.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You named your car George?” Scott chuckled, giving his sister a playfully judging look.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“After George Weasley.  And don’t get on me for weird car names.  Your best friend named his jeep Roscoe,” Kat said, rolling her eyes slightly. “Just, no sex in my car.  Please.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott scoffed and rolled his eyes before smiling at Kat, “Thank you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Kat grinned, following after Melissa and heading towards the back room, “See you later.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat and Melissa had hardly settled down to eat before the computer in the central station started wildly beeping, indicating that a patient was in distress or in need of help.  Melissa jumped up and briefly glanced at the computer before running to the room that was displayed on the screen, Kat hot on her heels.  Melissa threw open the door and ran towards the bed, finding Scott standing beside Garrison Meyers, the bus driver attacked the previous night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell are you doing in here?” Melissa seethed, tearing Scott away from Mr. Meyers and throwing him into Kat’s arms, “Get out!  Kat, get him out, now!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat quickly grabbed Scott’s arms and led him out of the room, scolding him as she made him sit down in one of the chairs across the hall. “Scott!  What the hell was that?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott was at a loss for words, “I just wanted to know what he knew.  I’m sorry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat glanced back at the room, listening to Melissa calm down Mr. Meyers.  She took a breath before sitting down beside Scott, pushing her hair behind her ears. “What do you mean you wanted to know what he knew?  About the thing that attacked him?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott shrugged, looking down at his hands in embarrassment. “I guess.  Stiles talked about it nonstop today, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat nodded, knowing that she shouldn’t push him anymore, no matter how hard she wanted to scold him for doing what he did.  She couldn’t understand what would drive him to do that.  Melissa came out of Mr. Garrison’s room, a stern look on her face as she glared at Scott.  She shook her head and left the two siblings alone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Look, Scott, I gotta get back to work.” Kat quietly said, patting his shoulder before standing up and hiding her hands in her pockets. “Thanks for the food.  I’ll leave George’s key in your locker tomorrow after school.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott wordlessly nodded and watched her walk away before following suit, but not before sparing Mr. Garrison’s room one last glance.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat had always been an advocate for fashion, and she loved Allison’s taste in it.  Still, she honestly would have chosen to stay home and study with Stiles over being dragged to Allison’s house to help her get ready for her group date with Scott, Lydia, and Jackson.  Of course, Lexi would have been there, but she was called into work at the last minute and was luckily bailed out of that torture of hearing Lydia ridicule every article of clothing that Allison held up.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison sighed and pulled a dark shirt with deep red flowers out of her closet, holding it in front of her body.  Kat opened her mouth to say that she loved it, but Lydia beat her to the punch with her disagreement.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Mmm, pass.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison made a face as she quietly chuckled and hung the shirt back up before pulling out a much more colorful one and holding it up.  This time, Kat had to agree with Lydia.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Pass.” The girls both said before Lydia sighed and stood up, crossing the room to Allison’s closet, “Let me see.” She swiftly looked through her friend’s clothes, not afraid of hurting her feelings as she said, “Hmm, pass.  Pass.  Uh, pass on all of it.  Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat jumped up to help her friend, grabbing the next shirt and holding it up. “What about this one?” Lydia actually liked it, the sequins on the shirt calling out to her.  She was always a sucker for shiny things.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s the one,” Lydia said, nodding her head in Kat’s direction.  She took the shirt out of Kat’s hands before shoving it into Allison’s. “Wear this.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison held it up and looked into the mirror beside her desk, a small smile forming on her lips.  Kat and Lydia shared a quick high five just as Allison’s bedroom door opened and her father walked in, nonchalantly messing with his jacket.  Allison scoffed, “Dad, hello?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Mr. Argent glanced up with one arm in his jacket, the smile on his face dropping as he realized his mistake.  He sighed, pointing a thumb in the direction of the door, “Right, I’m sorry.  I completely forgot to knock.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia plopped down onto Allison’s bed, one hand supporting her head and the other resting on her hip. “Hi, Mr. Argent.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Dad, do you need something?” Allison awkwardly asked, giving her friends an apologetic look.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I wanted to tell you that you’ll be staying in tonight.” Mr. Argent said, adjusting his jacket as he finished shrugging it on.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?  I’m going out with my friends tonight,” Allison protested.  Lydia and Kat glanced toward each other, and Kat only shook her head to tell Lydia to stay quiet.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Not when some animal out there is attacking people,” Mr. Argent stated, quite matter of factly.  Allison started to argue, but her father quickly shut her down. “Hey, it’s out of my hands.  There’s a curfew; no one’s allowed out past nine-thirty pm.” Allison rolled her eyes and threw the shirt she held onto her bed, but Mr. Argent knew what was about to happen and stopped it. “Hey, no more arguing.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The three girls watched as Mr. Argent left Allison’s room, and Lydia slowly stood up and smirked at Allison as the Argent girl deeply sighed.  Then, Lydia chuckled, “Someone’s daddy’s little girl.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat watched Allison; she could practically see the mischievous gears turning in her mind as she chewed on a fingernail and shook her head. “Sometimes.   But not tonight.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia whipped around to Kat again, who just shrugged, and the girls watched as Allison grabbed a beanie from her desk and put it on before heading to her window.  She quietly opened it and delicately climbed out onto the roof.  Kat and Lydia quickly poked their heads out to ask what she was doing before the Argent girl jumped, flipping forwards and landing clunkily on her feet in the garden below.  Kat’s eyes widened as she laughed at her friend.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Impressive, Argent.” Kat quietly called. “Cheerleader in the making!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison giggled, looking up at her friends, “Eight years gymnastics.  You guys coming?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’ll take the stairs,” Lydia said, sounding more shocked than impressed at her friend’s stunt.  Kat decided on the same form of exit, and soon enough, Lydia was pulling up to Kat’s house.  The girls said their goodbyes as Lydia and Allison left for their group date.  Kat had wanted to study with Stiles, but he hadn’t been returning her texts or calls, so she opted for a quiet night in with junk food and her dog.  It was better than fifth-wheeling, and she had some catching up on her favorite drama shows anyways.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Shortly after Kat returned home, so did Melissa.  The McCall ladies found themselves curled up on the sofa and starting on the full and unwatched DVR.  Melissa was oddly quiet, and Kat knew it had something to do with work.  She was never this down.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Mom,” Kat quietly spoke.  She waited for a response from Melissa before continuing. “Is everything alright?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa pondered the question, bobbing her head from side to side. “Mr. Garrison passed away tonight.  I hate to lose patients.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat gingerly reached out to grab her mother’s hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “One day after school, Scott and I were the last ones on the bus since Dad lived furthest from the school.  We hadn’t eaten lunch that day, and we were being made fun of because we couldn’t afford it.  So Mr. Garrison gave us a sandwich to split, and every day after that, he’d give us lunches each morning so we wouldn’t go hungry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa smiled, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shrugged, “I figure you needed something cheerful to finish the day.  It’s, like, almost eleven.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa gasped and sat up, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner, “Oh, my god.  And you have a meeting in the morning.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat giggled as Melissa yawned and stretched. “Yeah, time for bed, then.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The McCall ladies shared a laugh as they folded up the blankets around them and cleaned up their junk food.  Kat kissed Melissa on the cheek and started up the stairs to bed.  Melissa was a few paces behind her, tying her robe up as she stalked down the hall to say goodnight to her children.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Alright, kids, I think it’s time to go to -- “ Melissa stopped outside Scott’s open door, finding that his bedroom was dark and quiet.  She sighed, shaking her head as she looked at Kat. “ -- sleep.  Whatever, goodnight, Kat.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat chuckled, “Night, mom.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shut her door and started to turn off all her lights when she heard a faint thud come from Scott’s room.  Kat’s brows furrowed, and she grabbed the baseball bat that she kept behind her dresser before slowly opening her door and meeting Melissa in the hallway.  Kat glanced into Scott’s room to see a body rolling onto Scott’s bed.  Kat charged into the room, bat raised and ready to beat the intruder until they started yelling for her to wait.  Melissa and Kat screamed, and Kat stopped short when she recognized the voice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?” Kat shouted, a hand over her heart as she gasped.  She willed herself to calm down, but that brief moment of fight or flight had filled her body with adrenaline.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What am I doing?” Stiles yelled back, motioning to the baseball bat in her hands, “Do any of you even play baseball?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The lights in Scott’s room suddenly flickered on, and Scott entered, a look of complete and utter confusion on his face as he took in the people in his room.  Then, as unhappy as ever, Melissa started to scold Scott, “Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“But we lock the front door,” Scott said, even more confused that he wasn’t getting yelled at for being late to curfew. “He wouldn’t be able to get in.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, exactly,” Melissa said. “And, by the way, do either of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Scott and Stiles shrugged, earning an exasperated sigh from Melissa.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.  All right then.  You know what, that is about enough parenting for me for one night.  Kat, you are officially my favorite kid.  Goodnight.” Melissa said, shaking her head and leaving the room.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat looked between her brother and his friend, a grin taking over her features as she stuck her tongue out at them. “Ha, I’m the favorite.  Later, losers.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat chuckled and retreated to her room, carefully putting her baseball bat back where it belonged and shutting off her lights.  She heard Kota whimper and readjust on her bed.  Kat smiled and laid down, patting the mattress beside her.  Kota moved up to her owner and curled up beside her, placing her front paws on Kat’s stomach and snuggling her face between them.  Kota let out a contented breath, and soon enough, the girl and her dog fell asleep.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Beacon Hills Memorial loved showing off everything they offered high school interns and certified nursing assistants in true Beacon Hills fashion.  Kat had entered the hospital for her shift after cheer practice, only for Melissa to pull her to a waiting ambulance and sit her in the passenger seat.  She was shadowing an EMT for the night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like most other nights in Beacon Hills, the night was slow, and the EMT that Kat was shadowing was the absolute worst at small talk.  She spent most of the night on her phone, texting with Stiles and Lydia about anything they could think of.  Stiles was with his father, eating fast food in his sheriff’s car, and Lydia was with Jackson, headed to the local movie rental store and arguing over which movie to watch for their weekly movie night.  She was more invested in those conversations than in her job that she hardly noticed that her shift was ending.  The EMT had pulled up to the hospital to drop her off when a call came over the radio.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Unit One, do you copy?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The EMT glanced at Kat with a grin before grabbing the radio and speaking into it, “Unit One, copy.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We have a report of a possible 187 at Video 2C on North Evans and 5th.  Two victims, one male in his late teens, 5-D-1, one male in his late thirties, early forties, 9-D-2.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Copy, en route.” The EMT said, hanging the radio back on its stand before turning the ambulance around and heading in the direction of the movie store.  The EMT could see the confusion on Kat’s face and explained, “A 187 is a murder, 5-D-1 is a non-traumatic back injury, and 9-D-2 is an unquestionable death.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat was suddenly a mixture of excitement and fear.  Lydia and Jackson were heading to Video 2C to pick up the movie.  She hoped that they weren’t involved.  The ambulance pulled up to the movie store, and Kat’s blood ran cold.  A familiar black Volkswagen bug was parked near the shop, and the redhead it belonged to was rushing out the shop’s front door to tell the EMTs what had happened.  Kat jumped out of the ambulance and immediately met Lydia, hands on her arms as she tried to calm her down.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Lydia!  What happened?  Where’s Jackson?” Kat asked, trying her hardest to remain positive and calm about everything.  She didn’t want to assume the worst; she didn’t even want to think about it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Jackson’s fine, he’s stuck under a shelf inside, but there’s someone else!” Lydia cried, falling into Kat’s arms and letting her tears stain the borrowed uniform given to Kat earlier that night.  Kat wrapped her arms around her friend and directed the EMT inside, watching as another ambulance pulled up and started helping the other unit.  Kat took Lydia to the back of the ambulance and pulled it open so she could sit down.  Lydia and Kat sat on the edge of the ambulance and waited for them to bring Jackson out to examine him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As Lydia cried, Kat looked around the parking lot.  One of the store windows was smashed entirely, scattered on the asphalt beside Lydia’s car, and the lights inside were flickering and unnerving to look at.  She also noticed the crowd of pedestrians held back by police that had recently arrived at the scene.  Jackson was being walked out by an EMT, which was a good sign.  At least he wasn’t being wheeled out on a stretcher.  Lydia let out a relieved sigh as the EMT sat Jackson next to her and started examining his head.  As the EMT said Jackson needed a few more examinations, Noah Stilinski’s sheriff’s car pulled up.  After a quick, one-sided argument with Stiles about staying in the car, Noah exited the vehicle and asked one of the EMTs what was going on with Jackson.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson was hurt, cranky, and annoyed with playing nice as he spoke to the EMT that initially examined him, “Why can’t I just go home?  I’m fine.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I hear ya,” Noah said, stepping up to the ambulance, “But the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard.  They just wanna make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What part of “I’m fine” are you having a problem grasping?” Jackson spit, shuffling closer to Noah as his anger continued to climb. “Okay, I wanna go home.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Noah remained level-headed, “And I understand that -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, you don’t understand, which kind of blows my mind since it should be a pretty basic concept for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you!” Jackson shouted, “Okay, now I wanna go home!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎While Jackson was verbally assaulting Noah, Stiles was slowly getting out of the car, growing angrier by the second with the way Jackson was speaking to his father.  Kat carefully unwrapped her arms from Lydia, quickly kissing her temple as a form of reassurance, before making her way to Stiles to try to keep him from attacking Jackson.  Before she reached him, however, he was yelling out when he spotted two coroners rolling a stretcher out of the movie store.  The body on the stretcher was covered in a sheet rather than zipped up in a body bag, which was standard procedure to minimize panic when the public sees a dead body at a crime scene, but that didn’t stop Stiles from shouting out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Woah, is that a dead body?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Noah sighed and gave Stiles a stern look before telling the pedestrians who had somehow gotten past the police barricade to return and provide the ambulance space.  Kat pushed her way through them and made her way to Stiles, who was surprised to see her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, hands securing themselves on her waist and moving her out of their way as people started bumping into her.  He pulled her closer to his father’s car and lowered his head to hear her better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I was on the ambulance that responded,” Kat explained, and when he gave her a questioning look, she elaborated, “Shadowing, remember?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles nodded, his hands subconsciously squeezing her waist to comfort her as he looked her over, “Are you okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“A little shaken, to be honest.  At least I know that I don’t want to be an EMT,” Kat tried to joke, moving closer to Stiles and letting him wrap his arms around her in a comforting hug.  She relaxed, relishing in the wave of calm that washed over her from the action.  She chuckled slightly, “I’m just glad that Lydia and Jackson are okay.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles shook his head and let his hands run up and down her back, chuckling as he said, “Well, I don’t think I’d be too bothered if Jackson wasn’t okay.  Maybe Spence would have had a chance if Jackson had been taken out of the picture.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat giggled, a smile tugging on her lips, “Too bad for Spence, huh?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The school hallways were always empty early in the morning, especially after an emergency cheer meeting that could have been covered in a quick text to the cheer group chat.  Kat had almost an hour to kill before school started.  After filling Allison’s locker with the balloons and birthday cards Lydia had insisted on buying her for her birthday, she wandered the halls, completely bored and not knowing what to do.  She would have left to get a coffee with the rest of the cheer squad, but she hadn’t been paid yet, and she only had about fifty cents to her name.  That wouldn’t even buy the whipped cream from her favorite iced coffee.  So instead, she called Stiles and asked him to bring her coffee.  He had assured her that he was already on the way with her order.  Kat smiled to herself.  Lately, Stiles had made it part of his morning routine to bring her a caffeinated beverage.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎After the McCall girl checked in with her homeroom teacher to make sure she wouldn’t be marked absent, she found herself in the library, waiting for Stiles to arrive with her coffee and looking through the books for anything that caught her attention.  She plucked a random book off the shelf and turned it over, reading the back, when she suddenly heard a camera’s shutter and saw the flash of light.  She cursed and dropped the book as she tried to find whoever had taken her picture.  At the end of the aisle, she caught the culprit, who looked just as shocked as she did.  She disregarded her book on the floor as she cautiously made her way to the boy, who she quickly recognized as one of Scott’s fellow teammates on the lacrosse team.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Can I help you?” Kat asked, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to make herself smaller.  She felt extremely uncomfortable and confused about why he’d be taking her picture. "Why’d you take a picture of me?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The boy started rambling, “I didn’t think the flash was on, and I turned off the noise.  I didn’t know it would click that loudly -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That doesn’t answer my question.” Kat quickly said.  She had no tolerance for people that avoided her questions. “Why did you take a picture of me?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His face went pale, and he was lost for words, “I, uh, I think you’re very pretty, and the lighting in here was perfect, and I wasn’t really thinking.” He paused, trying his hardest to think of anything else to say, but nothing came.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Didn’t I tell you to wear a cup next time you messed with me?” Kat stared at him, wanting nothing more than to get out of the uncomfortable situation.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“N-no, that was Jeremy.” The boy stuttered, lowering his eyes to avoid her gaze. “I’m really, really sorry, Kat.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat started stepping away from him, “Just don’t do that again.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He wordlessly nodded, looking upset and disappointed, before Kat turned and left the library, heading straight for her locker.  She had goosebumps covering her body, and she felt as if her hair was standing on end.  More people were starting to fill the hallways, and Kat decided to distract herself by spinning open her locker and reorganizing it.  Stiles joined her with an iced coffee in hand and a grin on his face as she shut her locker.  Kat came face-to-face with Stiles, her mood instantly lifting when she met his golden-brown eyes.  She happily sighed and hugged him before eagerly grabbing the coffee from his hand and taking a large sip.  Stiles watched her with an amused face, laughing lightly at her reaction upon seeing him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Rough morning?” Stiles asked, eyes twinkling as he joked with her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shook her head and took another drink of her coffee, slipping her hand into his as they started walking to their first-period class, “No, it was just weird.  We had the shortest cheer meeting in the history of cheer meetings . . . ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles had tuned her out and let her ramble, too baffled by the natural feeling of holding hands and walking to class together to focus on her words.  She had done it a few times before, but that was just to drag him behind her when he was taking too long at his locker, and she didn’t want Mr. Harris to give him another detention.  This time, it was completely unwarranted, almost as if she had done it every morning for the past year.  His eyes were wide and locked on their intertwined hands, and he couldn’t break focus until Kat let go of his hand to snap in front of his face.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hello?  Were you even listening?” Kat asked, her eyebrows raised questioningly as she met Stiles' eyes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles started babbling, “Uh, yeah, you were talking about the thing this morning.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat nodded, “Mhmm, yep, you were totally not listening.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed, “What were you saying?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I said that one of your little lacrosse buddies was taking pictures of me in the library this morning.” Kat dished, shuddering before shaking her head, “It was creepy.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles felt his heart drop.  He knew precisely who was taking her pictures.  Matt Daehler, another benchwarmer that always had a camera in hand.  He’d never liked Matt; there was just something not quite right about him.  Adding on the fact that he was taking pictures of Kat really solidified his opinion of him.  Before Stiles could comment on it, the late bell rang.  Kat groaned and grabbed Stiles' hand again to pull him towards their first period of the day, chemistry with Mr. Harris.  The pair had stepped foot into the classroom just as the final bell stopped ringing.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“How nice of you two to fit my class into your oh, so busy schedules.” Mr. Harris commented once the pair had sat down in their seats.  Kat rolled her eyes, greeted her partner, Danny, and pulled out her notebook while Mr. Harris continued his lecture. “Just a friendly reminder -- parent/teacher conferences are tonight.  Students below a “C” average are required to attend.  I won’t name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment.” Mr. Harris walked down the aisle between the lab tables, stopping in front of Stiles, who had busied himself with highlighting in his book, to ask, “Has anyone seen Scott McCall?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎While the class was busy looking at Stiles and Kat, the door opened and loudly shut, earning the attention of everyone in the room.  Jackson hiked his backpack further up onto his shoulder before making his way to his seat.  Mr. Harris crossed the aisle to the Whittemore boy, placing his hand on his shoulder as he spoke, “Hey, Jackson.  If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know.” Jackson’s jaw clenched before he nodded, and Mr. Harris patted his shoulder before walking to his desk, “Everyone, start reading chapter nine.” He paused, “Mr. Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs.  It’s chemistry, not a coloring book.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles rolled his eyes before leaning back, spitting the highlighter cap out of his mouth, and catching it with his hand.  He caught Kat’s eye and grinned before looking at the guy seated next to her, “Hey, Danny.  Can I ask you a question?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat turned back around to make it look like she was reading the assigned passage, but listened in on Stiles and Danny.  She knew that whatever Stiles had to ask Danny would be entertaining.  Those two had an ongoing banter that rivaled his and Kat’s.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No,” Danny immediately said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, I’m going to anyway.” Stiles said, “Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Danny sighed, “No.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles paused, trying to connect dots in his head, “Can I ask you another question?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Answer’s still no,” Danny said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“He wouldn’t tell me,” Danny quietly said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles was slightly confused, “But, he’s your best friend.” Stiles sighed when Danny didn’t respond, “One more question.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Danny annoyedly asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Do you find me attractive?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat whipped around in amusement to see Stiles fall off his stool and clear his throat as if he could smoothly recover from that.  Kat gasped, a hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to quiet the loud laughs she knew were bound to escape.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Danny rolled his eyes as he and the entire class watched Stiles set his stool upright again before answering, “No.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎This time Kat couldn’t contain her laughter, and she, as well as the few students around their tables that had been listening in on their conversation, chuckled and sent Stiles playfully pitiful looks.  Kat pouted in Stiles' direction, “Don’t worry, Stilinski.  Maybe someone out there finds you attractive.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, bite me, McCall.” Stiles quipped, a smile underlining his faux anger towards her.  Kat winked and returned to her work just as Mr. Harris snapped at the class to disregard Stiles' antics before he sent them all to the principal’s office.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎After school, Kat stopped by Lydia’s house to ensure she was doing okay before making her way to the Stilinski household for her study session with Stiles and Spencer.  Kat was doing just fine in her classes, but recently Stiles and Spencer’s grades had tanked since school began, and Kat had taken it upon herself to help them out.  She would have helped Scott as well, but Allison insisted that she wanted to.  Kat let herself into the house (the Stilinskis were horrible at keeping the back door into the kitchen locked) and made her way upstairs, where she could hear Stiles and Spencer quietly conversing.  She knocked on the door as she opened it, announcing her presence.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Alright, who’s ready to do so much chemistry homework that we’re suicidal by six o’clock?” Kat chuckled, giving smiles to the boys as she moved into Stiles' room and sat down on his bed.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Spencer groaned, “I know it’s stereotypical of me to be suicidal, being emo and all, but can’t we just watch a movie instead?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We could watch Star Wars,” Stiles suggested, and the boys pointed at each other as they made noises of agreement.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat laughed and pulled out her chemistry textbook. “Nope, not until you guys can perfectly recite the fundamental chemical equations from memory.  No notes, no nothing but your brains.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You’re no fun when you’re in study mode,” Spencer grumbled.  Stiles opened his mouth to agree but was met with the waiting eyes of Kat, and they easily silenced him.  She dared him to agree with Spencer, but he just couldn’t do it.  Spencer grinned as he watched the two, “God, this is painful to watch.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Kat asked, fishing her notebook from her bag and starting a new page of notes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Stilinski, you’re whipped.” Spencer informed his friend, smirking at him and the girl next to him, “Just kiss and make it official already.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“As soon as you manage to get Jackson out of the picture and confess your love for my redheaded bestie, then we’ll make it official.” Kat nervously chuckled, shaking her head, and held up her notebook, “Um, here are the equations you’ll need to memorize and my very detailed and color-coordinated notes.” She stood up to hand it to Stiles, who was seated in his desk chair.  She looked over the myriad of papers strewn over the desk, but her eyes were drawn to a small black slide phone sitting near the printer.  Her brows furrowed, and she grabbed it.  A picture of Lydia and Jackson appeared on the screen, and Kat realized that it was Lydia’s cell phone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat looked at Stiles and held up the phone, “Why do you have Lydia’s phone?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles and Spencer shared an alarmed glance before Stiles tried to cover it up, “I found it in the parking lot last night at the movie store, I was going to give it back to her today, but she wasn’t at school.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat slowly nodded, “Spence, why didn’t you give it to her?  Ms. Martin said that you had stopped by the house, too.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I didn’t know that Stiles had it.” Spencer simply said.  Kat looked between the boys.  She knew they were lying, but she knew not to push it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Right, okay.” Kat said, recovering by glancing at her watch, “I completely forgot that I told my mom that I’d go with her to parent-teacher conferences.  So I can leave these with you guys, and then I’ll catch you tomorrow morning for a quiz.  Does that sound alright?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Suddenly feeling incredibly awkward, Kat nodded and grabbed her textbook and bag before leaving the Stilinski house.  She didn’t mean to be so abrupt and weird about the whole ordeal, but she hated being lied to.  Kat wouldn’t stand to be lied to, and they both knew that.  She knew they had lied to her; she was texting Lydia as soon as she had gotten off work to make sure she was okay.  Lydia had had her phone until Spencer went to visit her.  Kat just wanted to know why they were lying to her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat hadn’t lied about going with Melissa to parent-teacher conferences.  She had all “A’s,” but she knew that Melissa would need moral support after finding out about Scott’s grades.  The school parking lot was surprisingly full, but there was an open spot next to Melissa’s car.  Melissa was waiting outside Mr. Harris' classroom, her foot tapping on the floor as she checked her watch for what Kat assumed must have been the millionth time.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hey, mom.” Kat chuckled, “You’re early.  Why do you look so freaked out?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Because your brother won’t return any of my calls or texts.” Melissa angrily answered, shoving her cell phone into her pocket. “I thought he’d be with you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sighed, “I can try calling him, but he’s been M.I.A. all day.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Mrs. McCall, if you’re ready.” Mr. Harris interrupted, poking his head out of his classroom to greet the McCall ladies.  Kat wished she had a camera.  The look on Mr. Harris' face was one that she was sure she’d never see again: shock and confusion. “Katarina, why are you here?  You have the second-highest grade in the entire sophomore class.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat laughed but quickly covered it when she saw his face harden into a scowl. “Uh, moral support for my mom once you tell her Scott’s grade.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Mr. Harris nodded. “Very well.  Come on in.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa decided to give Scott one more call as they walked into the classroom.  But unfortunately, by the time the three of them settled into their chairs, Melissa was again sent to Scott’s voicemail.  She huffed and left a heated message for her son, “Where the hell are you?  Get to the school, now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“How about we get started?” Mr. Harris asked as Melissa turned off her phone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Sure.” Melissa finally nodded, looking to Kat for strength to face Mr. Harris and whatever he had to say.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Mr. Harris gave a short nod and cleared his throat. “Well, first off, I have nothing to say about Katarina.  Her grades are wonderful, and she’s never been a problem in class.  Scott, on the other hand, his mind has been somewhere else, as has his body.  Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat and Melissa shared a look, knowing precisely what Mr. Harris was referring to.  Melissa’s mouth formed a tight line. “Oh, well, personally, I’m not really sure what you mean by “home situation.””

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure.” Mr. Harris clarified.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, well, I’m the authority figure, so . . . ” Melissa defended herself.  The McCall ladies scowled at the man.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Mr. Harris chuckled, “Sorry, allow me to clarify.  I mean the lack of a male authority figure.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat couldn’t stop the comment that left her mouth, “As someone who had to live with the former male “authority” figure alone for three years, I can say that we are much better off without him.  He is not needed by any of us.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, does Scott feel the same way?” Mr. Harris asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yes.” Melissa immediately answered before hesitating slightly, “I think so.  I hope so.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Mr. Harris was adamant about getting his point across, and he wouldn’t stop speaking. “Scott’s one of my most intriguing students.  You can tell there’s something different about him, something special.  But he’s going through some difficult changes.  He just needs a . . . little extra attention.  A guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa’s face suddenly became very pinched, and Kat knew that she was about to blow up on her teacher.  Kat quickly sat up and reached out to shake Mr. Harris' hand. “Thank you, Mr. Harris.  I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat grabbed her mother’s hands and hastily pulled her to her feet, dragging her out of the room.  As soon as the McCall ladies were out of Mr. Harris' classroom, Melissa was yelling into her phone at Scott.  Kat knew that she was too upset to even attempt to see other teachers and directed Melissa out to the parking lot.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scott, you need to call me.  Right now.” Melissa seethed into her phone.  Kat could practically see the steam rushing out of her ears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Okay, mom, breathe.” Kat tried to help, forcing Melissa to meet her eyes. “Mr. Harris is just a miserable, lonely man that probably still lives in his mother’s basement and thinks he’s the shit because he graduated with Summa Cum Laude from Harvey Mudd College.  It’s not hard to do that at Harvey Mudd; it hardly qualifies as a university and -- “ Kat was cut off by Melissa’s giggling.  Kat let out a relieved breath, laughing along with her mother.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎However, their laughter was short-lived as the door above them was thrown open, and Mr. and Mrs. Argent stormed out, both loudly speaking into their phones.  Mr. Argent could be heard over Mrs. Argent. “Allison, answering your cell phone will make discussing the terms of your grounding much easier.  Call me back before your punishment reaches biblical proportions.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison’s mother quietly spoke to Chris as Melissa and Kat stepped up the stairs to hesitantly greet them.  Melissa cleared her throat, “Excuse me, you’re not Allison’s parents, are you?  I’m Scott’s mom, and I hate to say it, but he’s not answering his phone, either.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You’re his mother?” Mr. Argent pointedly asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Melissa’s face fell into slight astonishment at his words, “Funny how you say that like it’s an accusation.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, I wouldn’t claim it as a source of pride since he basically kidnapped my daughter today.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat carefully watched her mother and jumped in, “Mr. and Mrs. Argent, I’m going to play devil’s advocate for a second.  Maybe skipping school was Allison’s idea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Kat, please stay out of this.  We both know that’s not true.” Mr. Argent sternly said, “My daughter . . . ” He trailed off, staring out behind the McCall ladies.  Finally, he sighed, “Is right there.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat and Melissa turned around, seeing that Scott and Allison were getting out of Allison’s car.  Melissa rushed down the stairs, Kat and the Argents on her heels.  Melissa stomped up to Scott, already scolding her son before she was ten feet from him, “Where exactly have you been?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Nowhere, mom,” Scott said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Nowhere, meaning not at school.” Melissa spat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Kind of,” said Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s not his fault,” Allison stated, “It’s my birthday, and we were -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Allison.” Mr. Argent loudly said, coming up beside the McCall ladies. “In the car.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Before Allison could protest, a girl screamed across the parking lot.  Kat’s heart dropped as she tried to see over the cars.  People were running between cars, and the girl screamed again.  Indistinct and confused chatter filled Kat’s ears as the people in the lot started running for their vehicles.  Melissa slipped her hand into the crook of Kat’s elbow and started pulling her to their cars, but Kat paused when she caught a glimpse of Scott and Allison slowly walking towards the start of the panic.  Mr. Argent had disappeared, and suddenly a car horn was echoing through the lot.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Allison!” Scott’s voice yelled, and Kat whipped around to see her brother snatching Allison off the ground and moving her out of the way of a moving car.  Kat gasped and rushed over to her to ensure she was okay.  More car horns sounded, and Kat heard a faint animalistic snarl before someone shouted out in pain.  Kat, Scott, Allison, and Mrs. Argent searched the parking lot for anything.  They didn’t know what they were looking for, but they needed to look for something to make sense of it all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Two loud and clear gunshots sounded.  Kat’s heart stopped with both of them.  Suddenly, everything was still.  There was no screaming, no panicked chatter, no car horns, no snarling or growling.  It was utterly silent.  Slowly, everything started to start up again.  Kat shakily stepped away from the group she was in, seeing that Mr. Argent was holding the gun and a large mountain lion was lying still in the middle of the parking lot, breathing shallowly until life left its body.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was almost as if a collective sigh of relief sounded over the crowd.  The thing that killed that girl in the woods and Mr. Garrison, and possibly the worker at the video shop, was now dead.  It was over.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: This episode is so cute for Scott and Allison, I was surprised I got 8k words out of it when they were the focus of the episode haha but I hope you all enjoyed it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Love you all! <3

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[eddies-munsonmoved]

introducing: spencer church

[simonrriley]

newsies ocs based off of shuffled songs

@luv-ya-hun yuh just some quick headcanons, might develop them more later at 3 am while thinking about how shitty i am. fun fact i deadass just said: this is a certified yeehaw moment when i connected my speaker to my phone-

FAIRLY LOCAL -james -tiny brat -brown hair n dark eyes -15 -manhattan -very familiar with the streets, secret spots, shortcuts, etc. -real quiet -only really talks with crutchie or jojo -some rumors say he’s violent but that’s just false -bi bitch -no newsie name yet HOUSE OF WOLVES -noah -blond hair, blue eyes -muscle boye -17 -brooklyn cause fuck you i love my boys -pretty violent  -made friends with stray dogs -sells by making up insane lies, most people know by this point and dont buy from him -ran away from strict, religious family -does everything he can now to spite them -big gay -no actual newsie name -some call him the wolf (cause he acts like one and hangs with dogs) MISS JACKSON -spencer -black hair n brown eyes -big ass flirt -brooklyn cause again, fuck you they’re my boys -16 -actually thinks (surprising i know) -often found wandering the streets at night for no reason -also found on rooftops -p a  n -no newsie name yet, mostly just called spence extra: WORST -travis -dark brown hair n brown eyes -average height -trans boy -snaps a lot -has a lot of anger that he normally doesn’t show -when it comes out it’s really bad -guess what borough he’s from: THATS RIGHT IT’S BROOKLYN BABEY -his newsie name is actually “worst” cause his temper is the worst lmao im funny fellas

[molotovsoul]

Which stories do all your many ocs belong to?

You’re probably thinking that they’re from fanfics but nope, they belong to original books that I hope to get published one day.There is four main series that I’m working on, three of them weave together and the other one is a completely separate, I haven’t figured out everything yet but here is which books/series each oc belongs to:

Tether(Series title undecided):About a hunter who is tasked with taking out an out of control vamp/wolf hybrid until he discovers that is target is a former lover whom he parted ways with under tragic circumstances. Andrea is no longer the innocent wolf he once new, he thought she was dead but instead she was being held captive and experimented on and tortured to create a powerful monster to be controlled by an ancient organization. This is a story of love, revenge, penance and doing what’s right.

Face-claims:

Heath - Jensen Ackles from supernatural s1-s8

Andrea Refaeli  - Nina Dobrev.

The Knight Legacies:This is a series about royal siblings (who were hidden around the globe for their own safety) finding each other before it’s to late. Book one is also a story about redemption of the eldest sibling Freya who was transformed by the same people as Andrea in Tether.There are three books in this series so far: Knight Terrors, Knight Shift & Knight Shade :

Kade (Last-name undecided)- Tyler Hoechlin

Freya Volkov - Phoebe Tonkin

Victoria Volkov - Adelaide Kane

Nikolai Volkov - Chris Wood

Sebastian Volkov - Matthew Daddario (Possibly)

Friction(Series title undecided):This is a series about how Riley Zhao came to be the most powerful witch known. She’s also a cop and part of a supernatural council kind of like supernatural cops tasked with keeping the supernatural world secret from the humans as well as keeping the balance.)

Riley Zhao - Chloe Benett

Adrian Romero - Casey Jon Deidrick

Glimpse(Series title undecided):The glimpse series is about accepting who and what you are. It stars a deceased witch named Amelia Hayes who has to find out who killed her and why, while coming to terms with the fact that she died. It’s like she’s losing her mind and living a nightmare until she come across a troubled necromancer named Spencer.

Amelia Hayes - Eliza Taylor

Spencer Andrews - Dylan O'Brien

Sloan Hayes - Penelope Mitchell

Dean Hayes - Dominic Sherwood

The Tether series, Friction series and Knight Legacies series all eventually weave together but the Glimpse series is completely separate.

I started writing the glimpse series when I was sixteen and have decided to do a rewrite of it recently.

Does this help?

I’ll be posting more about this soon

Thankyou so much for asking, I love it when people have questions or comments about my art or writing.

[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #26

Pretty Boy: excuse me, have you ever been arrested?

Duckie: yes.

Pretty Boy: I was gonna say ‘because it’s illegal to be this cute’ but now I’m curious.

Duckie: aggravated assault.

Beau: did you call your sister dumb tonight?

Duckie: no.

Duckie: i said, ‘are you dumb?’

Duckie: I was asking her.

Beau: do you think that was appropriate?

Duckie: very much so.

Duckie: *on the phone* and if I don’t get my money, I WILL call your probation officer, BITCH!

Rick: who are you talking to?

Duckie: Tee.

Leo: I hate it when people scream.

Crick: that’s not what you said to me last night.

Pretty Boy: *opens a window*

Pretty Boy: go and throw yourself out.

Pretty Boy: you call it a near death experience…

Leo: we call it a vibe check from God.

Ice & Slider: *eye twitches*

Beau: new rule: no animals in the house.

Crick: wow, you’re really gonna throw Duckie out like that?

Beau: *whacks Crick on the head*

Duckie: Cricket stop! I promised dad we wouldn’t do anything dangerous!

Cricket: *in a child’s wagon on top of a hill* I can’t believe you would just lie to our father like that.

Duckie: *laughs & hops in the wagon w/ her sister* I’m just kidding, he doesn’t give a fuck what we do now.

Duckie & Cricket: *after doing something dumb* don’t blame us! It was like 3 am, our brain cells were sleeping!

Tee: what brain cells?

Pretty Boy: I’m not gonna fight with you!

Duckie: why, because I’m a woman?

Pretty Boy: no, because you’re scary

Duckie: oh, alright.

Leo: your eyes are so beautiful.

Crick: *putting her glasses on* thank you. They don’t work.

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #29

Rick: why do you love me though, Backwoods?

Duckie: you know I married you for your money and military benefits, right?

Rick:

Cricket: yeah, Duckie and I saw two Naval Pilot idiots in the bar your first day here.

Duckie: we were like, ‘this is convenient.’

Cricket: and the plan worked.

Rick & Leo:

Duck & Crick: *high fives*

Crick: *dancing while very buzzed*

Duckie: *joins her sister, just as if not more buzzed*

Crick: *laughing w/ her sister as they dance*

Duckie: *shouting over the music* shots??

Crick: *nodded and being lead by Duck to bar*

[the sisters are downing shots at the bar then stumbling back to dance floor and clumsily dancing]

Rick: Wolfie, I’m going to cry.

Leo: me too man, me too.

Rick: … Wolfie, I’m crying.

Leo: *through tears* me too, man, me too.

Enemy: we have your son.

Crick: I don’t have a son.

Enemy: then who just asked for chocolate milk with a straw and made us cut the crusts off his PB&J?

Crick: oh fuck.

Enemy: what?

Crick: you have my boyfriend!!

[at Pretty Boy & Duckie’s wedding]

Duckie: where’s Leo & Crick?

Pretty Boy: idk.

Pretty Boy: hang on a moment.

Pretty Boy: *whispering* I wonder if Crick is single.

Leo: WHO SAID THAT ILL FIGHT YOU FOR HER HEART!

Pretty Boy: there he is.

Crick: Leo sit the fuck down or after this wedding there’ll be missing posters all over town for your ass!

Pretty Boy: and there’s Cricket.

[senior year]

Leo: I’m going to fill Mr. Lennox’s classroom with rubber chickens!

Duckie: no, you’re not.

Leo: awww, Duck, come on, you’re no fun!

Cricket: We’re gonna fill the classroom with REAL chickens. And Cows. Maybe some goats, too.

Duckie: this is why I love you.

Leo: you remind me of the sun.

Crick: why?

Leo: hot.

Duckie: *turning to Rick* you remind me of a garbage can.

Rick: … um why?

Duckie: trash.

Rick: why are we even dating?

Duckie: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Rick: aww that’s kinda sweet!

Duckie: I never said I was the other man.

Leo: that’s the Duckie I remember.

Leo&Rick&Crick: *comes up with a long and elaborate plan to escape the locked barn*

Rick: I tell you what, we are incredibly smart.

Duckie: *opens the door*

Leo: …how did you do that??

Duckie: it wasn’t locked.

Leo: right.

Duckie: hang on. Three of you in one stall and none of you thought to check the door?

Crick: it should have been locked.

Leo: you know what part of you I like the best?

Crick: my hair? my eyes? my chaos?

Leo: nope, nope, and nope! It’s your smile!

Crick: but how? Yours is more beautiful!

Leo: do you know where my smile comes from?

Crick: where?

Leo: from seeing yours. So your smile is the prettiest.

Crick: *forgets how to breathe*

Leo: hey Angel, in the mood to spice things up a bit?

Crick: I can’t eat spicy foods.

Leo: no I meant in the bedroom-

Crick: I can’t eat spicy foods anywhere, Leo.

Rick: Wolfie, are you ok?

Leo: nooooooooo

Rick: what happened?

Leo: Crick, she- she-

Rick: what did she do?

Leo: she did her chores in a bikini top.

Rick: ..and?

Leo: She did her chores in a BIKINI TOP Wood!

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #28

Crick: *to a pilot* I’m dating a pilot.

Merlin: oh! Iceman?

Crick: no, but he’s in his squadron.

Merlin: oh! Slider?

Crick: no, it’s-

Merlin: oh-oh! I know! Maverick?

Crick: if you just stop for a second-

Merlin: mmmh. Sundown?

Crick: no, I’m trying to tell you-

Merlin: Chipper?

Crick: no.

Merlin: Goose?

Crick: no.

Merlin: Sprawl?

Crick: no.

Merlin: Stinger?

Crick: no.

Merlin: Jester?

Crick: no.

Merlin: Hollywood?

Crick: ew, no. He’s dating my sister. It’s-

Merlin: *gasps loudly* ME?

Crick: what, no-!

Leo: no idiot, it’s me. *kisses Crick’s cheek*

Duckie: Penny for your thoughts?

Leo: *offended* my thoughts are worth more than a penny!

Duckie: no, they really aren’t.

Ice: *sneezes*

Leo: OMG the Iceman is dabbing!

Ice: I’m not, I just have allergies.

Ice: *about to sneeze again*

Leo: ooh he’s gonna do it again. Fuck it up Ice!

Beau: excuse me? I lost my daughters, Baylie & Amanda. Can I make an announcement?

Store Clerk: of course.

Beau: *leans into mic*

Beau: goodbye, you little shitheads.

Leo: a theif.

Ice: a thief.

Leo: a theif.

Ice: I before E, except after C.

Leo: thceif.

Ice: no.

[in the middle of a mission gone bad, pinned down by enemy fire]

Leo: are we dead yet?

Rick: no.

[a few minutes later]

Leo: are we dead yet??

Rick: look, if we die, I promise I’ll let you know!

Rick: I’m craving something sweet.

Duckie: *gestures to herself*

Rick: I said sweet, not spicy.

Leo: how come you’ve been so nice lately?

Duckie: what do you mean?

Leo: you’re just nicer than usual.

Duckie: I can punch you if you want.

Leo: every time I see Cricket, my heart clenches and I get all nervous.

Rick: that’s because you love her.

[later]

Crick: every time I see Leo, my heart clenches and I get all nervous.

Duckie: don’t get close to him again, you seem to have an allergic reaction.

Police: you’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Duckie: wait, what do you mean THREE?

Police: yes…three.

Duckie: oh, my God— what the fuck!?

Police: ma’am?

Duckie: LEO FUCKING FELL OFF!

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #27

Crick: *trips over air*

Leo: haha babe, you’re so clumsy.

[later, when Crick’s not around]

Leo: *punching the air* who do you think you are, who THE FUCK DO YOU THINK-

Crick: people always tell me I’m going to hell for being Bi, as if I’m not going to hell for all the other shit I’ve done.

Rick: when was the last time you got laid?

Leo: when was the last time you came home sober?

Rick: touché.

Crick: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?

Duckie: I don’t think you’re psychologically prepared for this conversation.

Duckie: my Ma said, ‘If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’

Duckie: Ma, I was the one with the idea, you birthed a leader, not a follower.

Teacher: now, what are the three stages of life?

Leo: birth.

Crick: what the fuck is this.

Duckie: death.

Leo: *whispering to the paramedic before he passes out* save me, but not enough that I have to go to work tomorrow.

Another pilot from a different squad: so, what’s it like to marry so far out of your league?

Rick: *taking the guy’s drink* it’s amazing, actually. I never thought I could be this happy.

Leo: what do you do for a living?

Crick: I try my best.

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #38

Rick: only geniuses can say these words really fast. Eye. Yam. Stew. Peed.

Ice: oh c’mon. No one’s falling for th—

Wolfie: IAMSTUPID

Chatter: anyone else d——

Leo: depressed?

Crick: dead?

Daisy: drained?

Duckie: disliked?

Chatter: …done… with their chores. what is wrong with you people?

John: so how did you guys get into a car accident?

Crick: well, we were driving, and there was a deer in the road that Leo didn’t notice.

Crick: so I yelled ‘Leonard, dear!’

Leo: *buried face in hands* and I responded with ‘yes, honey?’

Everyone:

Rick: mhm and on a COMPLETELY unrelated note, TK is in the hospital.

Chloe: what?

Leo: why are you hooking up the trailer and have your show number on?

Chatter: the favorite child does what she wants.

Duckie: are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Crick: get some Coors, our old red wagon, and make a water slide and then ride down all the hill?

Duckie: ok your thing is better, let’s do that.

Duckie: hey Pretty Boy, what are you eating?

Pretty Boy: a family-size bag of chips.

Duckie: that’s not family-sized… that’s regular sized…

Pretty Boy: everything is family-sized when you don’t have a family.

Duckie, Ruth, and Kat: Rick, nOo.

Pretty Boy: c’mon, Backwoods, let’s do something stupid!

Duckie: as far as I know, I already do.

Pretty Boy: you’re sitting here and reading, that’s not stupid?

Duckie:

Pretty Boy:

Duckie: you’re the something stupid Pretty Boy. christ.

[at some point at the O Club]

Rando: *pissed off* YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Wood: that’s surprisingly accurate.

Flyboys: *dying of laughter*

Crick: hey Duck, on a scale from 1-7 what’s your favorite day of the alphabet?

Duckie: purple.

Rick: ??? excUSE ME?

Leo: *takes a pull from beer* you get used to it.

John: guess what.

Leo: what?

John: no, you have to guess.

Leo: uh? I dunno?

John: your grandfather’s in a coma.

Leo: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GUESS THAT???

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #37

Leo: who the heck is Michael?

Tom: Commander Viper!

Ron: wait.

Ron: did you think his first name was Commander?

Leo:

Leo: no.

Duckie: damn, the power’s out.

Pretty Boy: don’t worry. I’ve got this!

Pretty Boy: *picks up Leo and shakes him violently, causing him to illuminate*

Duckie: wha-

Leo: I swallowed a flashlight.

Duckie: *on the verge of cardiac arrest* WHY WOULD YOU——

Leo: *after being knocked out* what happened? did I die?

Leo: *sees crick next to him* is this heaven?

Rick: *walks in*

Leo: oh no it’s hell.

Leo: don’t panic! I’m in charge

Tom:

Ron:

Charles:

Sam:

Pete:

Nick:

Marcus:

Jade:

Rachael:

Rick:

Rick: dude, I guess that’s why we’re panicking…

John: *walks in on the trio standing over a presumably dead body*

Trio:

Trio:

Duckie, Leo, and Crick: *in unison* he was like that when we found him.

[after the mission]

Mav: Leonard, your alive!

Wolfie: mentally, arguably. but physically? yes, I am.

Rando: so, what do your two fiends bring to the table?

Leo: well Duckie’s the brains, so she basically keeps us alive.

Rando: wait, so what does Cricket do?

Leo: the most important thing— she keeps me sane.

Duckie: what’s up, sluts? Guess who got out of prison again?

Dragon: sluts?

Whiskey: prison?

Ice: AGAIN?!

Tee: did you remember the gift for the staglings?

Chloe: the ‘staglings’?

Tee: you know… Bellamy & Boone? it’s like a duckling except it’s a baby stag?

Chloe: fawn. the word you’re looking for is fawn.

Tee: …

Tee: my word is better.

Duckie: I called you like fifty times! Why didn’t you answer the phone?

[flashback of Leo dancing to the ringtone]

Leo:

Leo: I didn’t hear it.

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #30

Leo: we have to cut it off.

Crick: no.

Daisy: there really is no other way. It’s stuck.

Crick: NO

Chatter: we’ve tried everything. Peanut butter, soap, it’s not moving.

Crick: I will NOT cut my hair off.

Leo: it’s only a few inches.

Crick: *imitates Leo* it’s only a few inches.

Crick: yeah, that’s not what you said last night.

Leo:

Daisy:

Chatter:

Leo: Chatter, get the scissors for me, will you?

Crick: Duck, would you say I’m a hard worker?

Duckie: absolutely. You make everything much harder than it needs to be.

Leo: including me.

Duckie:

Crick: *blushes*

Pretty Boy: *high fives Leo*

Leo: *smirks*

Duckie: damn it Dipshit. You stole my burn!

Daisy: *wearing sunglasses & sipping on a mocktail* bc your childhood best friend and girl you’ve had a crush since forever is dating someone else & I enjoy the drama.

Leo: you want me to come home? why now?

Duckie: someone said you sound like an owl.

Leo: who?

Duckie:

Leo: who?

Duckie:

Leo: WHO?

Duckie: *falls on the ground from laughing*

Leo: WHOOOOOO?!?!?!?!

Rick: hey Leo- woah, are you okay?

Leo: *laying face-flat on the floor* living is a curse and existence is a punishment.

Duckie: Crick went on a date with some guy.

Crick: *walking in* worst. date. ever. It was so damn boring!

Leo: *getting up* Life is a gift and existence is a blessing!!

Kat: Beau annoyed me today so I told him I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Ruth: there’s nothing special about tomorrow?

Kat: no, but there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

The Wolfe & Pruitts when Wolfie’s gone for a few years:

Leo: GUESS WHO’S BACK BABY!!

Crick: *sarcastically* I am guessing you. All he’ll break loose?

Leo: yes, I’ve missed you too Angel. Now gimme some sugar!

Tee: LEONARD! *runs to Leo*

Leo: TRAVIS KAMERON *tackles Leo*

Squirrel: sometimes I think they’re dating each other rather than us….

Crick: YOU THINK??

[children 12 y/o]

Cricket: *exists*

Leo: this means nothing. I’m twelve, im sure these feelings will fade.

[10 years later]

Leo: any day now.

Leo: *planning an escape from family dinner* so at exactly 8 o’clock we all need to say we’re going to the bathroom.

Cricket: it’s that a little weird?

Leo: not in this town, Angel.

Duckie: can I ask you something?

Crick: sure.

Duckie: *points to Leo trying to jump over the fence and face-plants* why?

Crick: *points to Rick trying to look into the horizon w/o sunglasses when his sunnies are on the top of his head* then why?

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[callmemana]

Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #32

Pretty Boy: I know you’re working but I was just calling to see if you still love me bc the way you put on your shoes this morning looked angry.

Duckie: ….

Pretty Boy: also can you bring chicken nuggets?

Leo: Daisy… I think… I think I might have a crush on Cricket…

Daisy: well, congrats! You’re officially the last one to know!

Leo: fuck me.

Crick: if you really want me to.

Leo:

Leo: what did you say?

Crick: you heard me.

Beau: my daughters are at that very special age where a girl only has one thing on her mind.

Leo: boys?

Beau: chaos.

Crick: *to Leo* why do you always let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re faster than me.

Leo: I like seeing you smile when you win.

Crick: *to Duckie* does he stare at my ass?

Duckie: yes he stares at your ass.

Wolfie: hey guys, I’m playing anagrams what words can you make with i, t, n, l, c, b, o, s, m, h, e, p, and r?

Wood: hope?

Mav: hit?

Slider: phone?

Ice: can you use a letter more than once?

Wolfie: yeah.

Ice: incomprehensibilities?

Wolfie: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M-

Wood: you’re incredibly idiotic, your skin is scarred and you wear a stetson.

Wood: I know what you are.

Wolfie: say it. say it loud.

Wood: *leans in close* a cowboy.

Wood & Wolfie: *cracks up laughing*

Whiskey: why’d I ever let you two watch Twilight?

[in a bar fight]

Rando Drunk: *throws a punch at Leo*

Duckie: *tackles Leo to the floor to avoid him being hit*

Leo: that was rude. Next time, a simple ‘duck’ would work.

Duckie: if I had just said ‘duck!’ I can guarantee that your response would not be to get outta the way, you’d yell ‘goose!’

Goose: you bitched?

Leo: *pointing at Baylie* dis a duck.

Leo: *pointing at Chloe* dis a squirrel.

Leo: *pointing at Amanda* dis a Cricket.

Leo: *pointing at himself* disappointment.

Crick: *crashing through the wall* N O

Pretty Boy: *says something egotistical*

Dragon: Richard Neven, always having to be on top.

Duckie: *starts laughing in the corner of the room*

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