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Official banner for the CD-i Link Defense Squad.

Our mission? Defend CD-i Link, he is a good sweet boy who does his best. Whether wondering what Ganon’s up to, or bombing some dodongos, this boy deserves just as much respect as any other Link.

Find that sweet content and tag it as cdi squad so that all may see it and be informed of our mission.

Our mission statement: Golly! 

Paraphrased from a three stooges-esque Pathfinder one-shot: Two of the three players rolling nat1s to investigate, the third, a cleric, says, “I roll to trip and knock over [another player]!” He rolled a nat1 as well.

DM: …Did everyone really just roll 1s in a row?

Player 3: Wait. I just rolled to trip. Guys, do you remember how to fly in hitchhikers guide to the galaxy…?

Players 1, 2, and DM: Throw yourself at the ground and miss!

DM: Not only did you fail to trip, you start to fly. You how have glowing, ethereal wings granted to you by Sarenrae. She has taken pity on you and your party and granted you the ability to fly.

Player 2: Give him a fly speed of 10!

DM: You have a fly speed of 10 now.

Player 3: Great! I follow behind gliding.

DM: You quickly fall behind their movement speeds.

Player 3 to the other players: Keep going, I’ll catch up later!

anonymous asked:

How does Lance, Hunk, Keith & Shiro reacts to shy s/o holding their pinky with their own?

This ask is too pure for this world I am obliterated

-Admin Robin

Shiro:

  • Although Space Dad™  is a very affectionate partner, he would totally respect his s/o’s shyness and take things at their pace
  • He think’s it’s too fucking adorable like he will get this stupidass goofy smile and just chuckle at them
  • If they initiate it first he totally is like “wow yes okay interaction is good so good i wanna hold u”
  • But if he initiates it first he is super hesitant and his s/o will have to meet him halfway because he doesn’t wanna freak them out and scare them off
  • He doesn’t care, he’ll walk around the entire freaking castle like that
  • Linked Pinkies = cute
  • He thinks a shy s/o is so amazing and is constantly giving them soft smiles
  • Is 10000000% gentle with them
  • Cherish him

 Keith:

  • “hOly shit you’re hecking touching me”
  • With ur lil pinkes aw”
  • He thinks it’s so pure and if his s/o initiates it he will actually cover his eyes and steam will come out of his ears
  • He blush
  • “What in tarnation you’re so cute”
  • He is such a dork and is constantly asking his s/o “Is this okay?” or “Am I being too touchy-feely?” because the last thing he wants them to feel is uncomfortable
  • It’s so weird like he’s such a freaking cabbage-head idk he will walk into whatever room his s/o is in and go to where they are and just
  • Touch their pinky
  • He kinda is shy too because he doesn’t have much experience with relationships but he knows they’re more important to him than his sword and the Red Lion combined so he just rolls with it

Hunk:

  • This soft lil guy is so moved and like he actually raises a hand to his heart because “wow, you’re unbelievably adorable and I want to cook things for you”
  • He will totally be bashful and smile while looking away from them and just hold their pinky with his gently
  • Will walk around like this, he wants to show everyone how cute theyare
  • Is a very encouraging lover and will not push them at all in any way, shape, or form
  • He thinks linked pinkies is better than holding hands anyways
  • Does cute shit (i.e.: holds their pinky while he’s piloting)
  • “Hunk, th-this isn’t safe” “Shh- babe, just lemme hold you,”
  • Cooks for them and then as they’re snarfing down the food he’ll just lean across the kitchen island and reach for that pinky
  • One of his favorite things about his s/o is their hands so linked pinkies is neato for him!

 Lance:

  • If they initiate it he’ll look down at their hands and be all smug
  • “You just can’t seem to keep your hands off me, can’t you?” or “Babe, have some self-control, we’re in public”
  • But is actually really happy that they’re courageous enough to touch him, and grins until his face hurts
  • Once it happens once, he will hold their pinky any chance he gets, and although he respects their need to take things slow, he will eventually show them that actually holding hands is not so bad either
  • He squeals the first time it happens tho
  • Lance is the exact opposite of shy, so I can imagine that Lance having a shy partner would be a good thing; they would balance each other out nicely!
  • Takes them in Blue for a spin and is flying with one hand just so he can link pinkies with the other
  • Will link pinkies with you in the heat of battle and not even care tbh
  • Kisses their pinky aw aww
  • Loves them so damn much it hurts
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Dash: I guess I should get rid of this stuff.

Spring: You don’t want to save it, in case you have kids one day?

Dash: No way. When I have kids, they’re getting brand new stuff. Not leftovers from Simplicity’s crappy daycare service. Goddess, now that was a stupid move.

The Next Picasso || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alectightwood

word count : 905

pairing : jughead x reader

warnings : reader being bullied on, cursing.

summary : Reggie and his goons all gang up on you, taking you sketchbook and make fun of you but Jughead steps in to stop them.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN


     You always tried to live your life one day at a time, and making as little noise as possibly. You weren’t one to be in the lime light and having any attention on yourself was very stressful. You mother always said you were too backwards for your own good. You would only laugh and sneak off to your room where you’d spend the next few hours drawing or whatever art medium you were messing with that day. 

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This One’s For You

Summary: Dean, who’s been away touring with the band, surprises you one evening…

Pairing: Rockstar!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings: fluff, teeth-rotting, coma-inducing FLUFF

A/N: This is for Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge! @luci-in-trenchcoats I’m so sorry this is so late (and so short), I really struggled with it for awhile. Thank you for your patience, and for hosting such a fun challenge! 

A/N/N: Another huge thanks to @deanssweetheart23 who listened to me bitch about this fic endlessly…. thanks twin.

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Pouty| Brett Talbot

Requested by @rochyu :

“when the reader and brett are cuddlind in his bed naked (bc why not) and they’re falling asleep together until scott and stiles burts into his room and take him with them bc he have to help with something and then the reader and all the girls are taken to the lake house ffor sleepovers and brett find her and he so pissed bc his baby girl is not with him and pls end it cute”

Hey guys, first of all I wanted to say sorry for being so slow with updates. I actually wanted to write another request and chapter 6 of bonded tonight but I don’t feel really like myself, I feel a little bit torn down. So yeah sorry to everybody that requested something or that is waiting for an update of bonded.

I love you all, with all my heart.

Masterlist

Originally posted by lost-in-wonderland-67

You wrapped your bare legs around Brett and put your head on his chest, sighing contently. Brett smirked down at you and wrapped an arm around your naked body, the other one under his head. You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent.

“Brett, we need your help!”

Scott and Stiles bursted into the room. You let out a little scream and covered yourself with the bed sheets. Scott widened his eyes and looked at the ground, stuttering and blushing while Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Not now guys, I’m busy,” said Brett holding you tightly.

Stole rolled his eyes again and grabbed his arm dragging him out of bed, with Scott’s help that managed to throw some clothes at him.

“He’ll be home by night.”

“Bye and sorry,” murmured Scott still looking at the ground.

You sighed and fell back into the cushions, closing your eyes.


You were woken up by two voices.

“Do you think she’s dead?”

“She’s just sleeping, Y/N? Y/N! Wake up.”

You opened your eyes slowly, Lydia and Malia’s faces  a few inches from you. You jumped back a little scared.

“Why are you naked?” said Malia. You looked down at yourself and quickly covered your body.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Taking you.”

You looked at Lydia confused.

“Sleepover,” said Malia, “wear this and let’s go. I want to get over with this as fast as I can.”


You thought that you wouldn’t have fun, but you had to admit that you were having fun. You laughed, watching Lydia tell her story about her first kiss, a complete disaster.

When you wiped away your tears you looked at the time.

3 a.m.

“It’s late we should start getting ready for bed.”

Lydia nodded and pointed the bathrooms for me and Malia. When you were all changes in your pyjamas you grabbed a few sleeping bags and laid them on the ground in the living room. Lydia had rooms for you and Malia but they agreed that sleeping on the floor was more fun and, even if you didn’t see the fun in waking up with your back and your neck hurting, you told them that it was fine for you.


When you were all settled in your sleeping bags you heard the door open and Scott, Stiles and Brett walked in.

“Just in time, go change and here’s yours sleeping bags. Brett you will sleep in Y/N’s.”

You closed your eyes and slipped into a state between sleep and wakefulness. You were abruptly woken up when you felt another body get into the sleeping bag with you.

You knew that something was wrong, Brett hadn’t wrapped your arms around you and he was a pretty touchy guy so you turned around to face him.

“Are you okay?”

“You didn’t tell that you were here, when I came back home I thought that you were waiting for me,” he said pouting.

You chuckled a little and caressed his cheek.

“Sorry, Malia and Lydia dragged me here,” you snuggled a little bit closer to his chest and finally gave in and caressed your hair.

“I love you.”

“Can you shut up now I am trying to sleep?” you heard a voice saying beside you.

Brett wrapped his hand around you and kissed your head.

“I love you too.”


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Jealous

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Originally posted by glovvst

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Summary: You and Shawn have been friends for years.  All you have ever wanted was to be the one he called his, but he keeps pushing you away.  You try to move on by flirting with other guys but is tonight finally the night he let’s his jealousy get to him?

Warnings: cursing, and SMUT!!!!

AN: hey guys so I finally wrote that Shawn smut that I promised!! this is my first Shawn fic so I hope I did well!!! let me know if you want me to write more Shawn stuff!!

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Reason to watch OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heros

 1. Great nerd humor

Enemy: “Let me just uh roll for initiative.  You guys gonna roll your dice or what?”

Heros: “NO! DICE ARE FOR NERDS!”

Enemy: “Filthy casuals…”

2. The lovable evil robots and their evil robot-building dad

3. Creative side-character designs

and my favorite:


4. The sweetest and most lovable protagonists

I love this show. It’s honestly my favorite thing now.  I can’t believe I didn’t give it a chance sooner.  It’s so heckin cute please go watch it.  

jason grace

tends to keep his emotions to himself until he just breaks down

piper makes sure he lets it out when she sees that he’s on lock down mode

adores piper

like seriously

usually isn’t very reckless but if he sees you bullying anyone he will take you down

is actually very easy to make friends with, especially after the war, he’s really nice and respectful if you haven’t done anything to him or his friends

the seven + nico and reyna are everything to him

he hasn’t ever had a place where he has felt completely home so he’s forever grateful for his friends

has a couple of nerd glasses and he takes them on when he’s reading

everyone is (but piper) is surprised to see that jason grace is actually cute as hell

he’s kinda oblivious to other people feelings and doesn’t always notice when people are hurting or when he’s said something he shouldn’t have, so sometimes he comes off as insensitive

he’s a great leader but he’s not very good at handling the pressure

sometimes it just crushes him

so he was really relieved when frank took his place as preator and he always makes sure to help frank so that the same thing doesn’t happen to him

when he’s got a song stuck in his head, it repeats like a mantra for weeks

super super protective of his friends

people stealing his glasses to see if he stumbles into things and he just rolls his eyes because really guys if my sight was that bad i would’ve known i needed glasses

he forgives leo pretty fast both because hes not really one to hold grudges and also because it hurt so much when leo was gone why would jason wanna stay away when he got him back again

keeps his promise to himself and doesn’t drink at all, even when everybody else is

gets help to build a room in his cabin where the zeus statue can stand because its creeping him out

the blue jellybeans

he’s addicted to them

the monthly dinners with the prophecy heroes was his idea

he’s a cute ass slightly dangerous mama dork

trust me its scientifically proved

Mitch Marner - The Cooler Rielly

Originally posted by phillymyers

Request: “  okay i loved your mitch marner hatred imagine and i was wondering if you could do one where your morgan riellys little sister and you move to toronto and meet the team and then you and mitch both like eachother and everyone but you two can see it and if you don’t mind can you throw in some sassy auston matthes and some adorable william nylander “

I’m glad you loved it, and I love sassy Auston and Willy is always adorable so that should be simple.

I also changed this one a tiny bit? I hope you like it anyway.

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Believe It or Not. Part 18/?

Summary: Now that they know who the Kanima is, the pack needs to find a way to keep Jackson’s vicious transition at bay. But is Y/n’s mind not so clear anymore due to distractions… non-supernatural ones??

Song suggestion: Move Too Fast- Phora

(Based off of 2x06, “Frenemy”)


“I need you to promise that you won’t say anything about what just happened.” Allison’s voice startled Lydia as she pulled up right outside of the Martin house.

“I’ll promise not to say anything about what happened, if you can tell me what the hell just happened.” Lydia’s voice ranged from calm to angry and confused in a matter of seconds.

“It’s- it’s kind of complicated.” Allison sighed leaning back in her seat and fiddling with her fingers.

“Well, How about you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?” Lydia yelled, Allison not being able to make eye contact with her, “Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?”

“Part of the reason why am I asking is because Scott and I aren’t supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it’s better if you just keep what you know to yourself.”

Lydia was no longer angry, only hurt now.

“Fine. I’ll keep what I know-which is nothing- to myself.” She snapped as she started to open the car door and get out.

“Hey. He’s not just my boyfriend, you get that right?” Allison asked, pulling Lydia back into the car.

“Let me go.”

“Just for one second, please try and remember-”

“Remember what?” Lydia’s eyes filled with tears along with Allison’s.

“Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you’re with him. Or those times in class when you - you can’t stop looking at the clock because you know that he’s standing right out there waiting for you. Don’t you remember what that’s like?”

A long pause weighed itself between each of them, Lydia had to pull herself away from Allison’s stare.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’ you’ve had boyfriends?”
Allison rose her eyebrows, laughing slightly.

“None like that.” The strawberry blonde sadly stated, “Jackson was never mine the way Scott is yours, and he never cared about me the way Stiles cares about Y/n.” Her eyes widely gazed into Allison’s.

Deciding she’d had enough, Lydia finally released herself from Allison’s stare and got out of the car.

Y/n still sat in the same exact spot that Stiles had left her, sitting on the edge of her bed completely speechless.

Her mind replayed his words over and over again in her head.

‘I know, I’ll give you all the time you need.’

She wished all of this would just end, she wished it was over so she and Stiles could work things out and be able to do normal teenage things.

Y/n was startled from her thoughts when her bedroom door burst right open and Scott ran through, chest heaving up and down.

“We have to go find Jackson.” He managed to say between quick breaths.

“What, why?” Y/n stood up and started walking towards her brother.

“Because if he doesn’t change back soon he’s gonna kill someone else.” Without another word needing to be said, she followed Scott and Stiles out the door of the McCall house, relying on Scott to track Jackson by scent.

They found themselves speed walking through an alleyway between two brick buildings, it sounded like music was coming from one of them. Scott stopped as they reached the end of the wall and placed his hand out to signal Stiles and Y/n to stop as well. They placed themselves staggered behind him, Stiles peering over Scott’s shoulder and Y/n behind Stiles.

To keep herself steady but make sure she was still able to see around them, Y/n placed one of her hands on each side of Stiles hips without really thinking about it. He turned his head and made eye contact with her to which she returned.

“Sorry.” She whispered dropping her hands.

He just smiled, “it’s alright.” Then he turned back around.

“Any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked aloud.

“To kill someone.” Y/n nodded her head sarcastically.

Stiles turned around to look at her, she just smiled innocently, “Ah, that explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now.” His arms fiercely gestured towards her.

She just raised her eyebrows at him, Scott had also turned around with a confused expression on his face caused by his spastic friend.

Stiles looked between the both of them, “What? Come on. I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.” He shouted frustratedly.

Y/n raised her hands in defense as Scott decided to ignore Stiles and face back around the wall.

“Just help me find it.” Scott sighed.

“Not it, Jackson.” Y/n reminded and Scott rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Alright, but, does he know that?” Stiles piped up, “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway.” Scott answered.

“Yeah but that’s just the thing, how did he pass the test?” Stiles pointed out.

“I don’t know.” Scott and Y/n sighed in unison.

“Maybe it’s like an either- or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom, right? When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles finished his statement staring into Y/n’s eyes.

“When it’s Jackson.” She answered Stiles, putting together what he was trying to say.

They both smiled each other, Scott watched a little distracted as his sister and his best friend problem-solved together. It seemed like it was supposed to be that way.

“Uh- dude. See that?” Stiles smacked Scott’s arm and drew his attention to what looked like a tail swaying outside of a window.

“He’s inside.”

“What’s he gonna do in there?” Y/n asked.

“I know who he’s after.” Scott whispered as his eyes landed on Danny, flashing his fake I.D. and walking into the club.

They entered into a room with blinding flashing lights, blaring dance music, and sweaty bodies moving against each other and taking up almost every square foot of the club.

Y/n looked around her in awe, she’d never actually been in a club before. It made her uncomfortable but it was also pretty cool. Everyone in here was just living normal lives, something she has forgotten how to do.

She turned around smiling to talk to Scott, only to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing. Her eyes met Stiles, a ton of drag queens playing with his facial features and pulling on his clothes.

At the sound of Scott’s voice, y/n realized he was still facing the opposite direction.

“Dude,” Scott turned sideways to look at y/n, “everyone in here’s a dude. I think we’re in a gay club.” He finally turned the full length around and his eyes became wide.

“Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?”

Y/n couldn’t suppress it any longer, she doubled over in contagious laughter. Scott joined her while Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Come on guys, let’s go sit at the bar and look for Danny and Jackson.” Y/n started walking to the bar stools. She confidently walked and placed both hands down on the cool table, causing the bartender to look up at her. Scott and Stiles following behind until she was standing on either side of her.

She smiled widely and blinked a couple of times, the bartender returned a small smile.

“Three beers please.” She chirped.

The bartender laughed, “ID?”

Y/n’s smile dropped. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, the bartender just chuckled lightly.

“How about three cokes?” He asked rhetorically before walking away to retrieve the beverages.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around to see both Scott and Stiles mocking her with their smiles, obviously trying not to laugh out loud.

“Oh shut up,” she snapped, “if he wasn’t gay that would’ve worked.”

She begrudgingly sat down on one of the stools, Scott sitting down to her left and Stiles standing with his hands on the counter to her right.

The bartender returned with three cokes, and one of which he slid across the surface towards Stiles.

His eyes widened with confusion looking down towards Y/n who just shrugged with a smile before turning back to the bartender.

“That one’s paid for.” He yelled over the loud music. When he turned around and walked away from them, they spotted a guy straight across the bar and sitting on the other side. He raised his glass towards Stiles.

Scott and Y/n caught each other’s eyes before completely losing it and bursted out laughing.

“Oh shut up.” Stiles’ face curled up in disgust.

“We didn’t say anything.” Scott put his hands up in surrender. Still laughing.

“Yeah, Well your faces did.” He rolled his eyes at them.

As if on cue, all three of them turned around to face the crowded dance floor with flashing colored lights.

They were all looking around in opposite directions, looking for anything that could be dangerous. Well, Jackson.

Y/n looked all around her, covering every place she could see with her eyes. She sighed, frustrated with her lack of success. Out of the corner of her eye, she found herself watching Stiles’ movements. She watched as his hand rubbed the top of his head and his mouth hung open, obviously frustrated as well.

Feeling her presence, Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and made eye contact with her. Not for long as she turned her head down quickly so he wouldn’t see how flustered she was.

“What?” He teased her.

She looked back up at him, his beautiful, big eyes making his heart skip a beat (which Scott heard).

“Nothing,” she shook her head and laughed slightly, “sorry.”

She turned away from him and focused her gaze back on the club. For a few seconds, he just stared at her and smiled.

They had no idea, but Scott was watching everything that had just occurred between them. He just smiled, who better for his sister than his best friend?

“I found Jackson.” Y/n pulled him from his thoughts as she pointed to a swinging tail from the corner of the club. Scott stood up quickly, follows by Y/n. But they found themselves frozen. What do they do?

“Let’s go, Prada. You’re all of six pounds, there can’t be that much to come out of you.” Lydia sighed as she crossed her arms, shivering a little bit from the cold night air.

She looked down at her barefeet, wiggling her toes to assemble some sort of warmth.

“Lose something?” A voice that she didn’t recognize caught her off guard.

She looked up, and there was the same annoying boy from the counseling office.

“Get Danny.” Scott ordered Stiles and Y/n as he started to rush off.

“What’re you gonna do?” Y/n shouted after him.

He just turned around and lifted his hand, showing off his extended claws. Not waiting for a response, he ran off again.

“Works for me.” Stiles sarcastically stated from behind Y/n.

“Danny!” Y/n and Stiles shouted simultaneously, trying to move through the bodies of people dancing, which was harder than you’d think.

Scott was following the Kanima, who was sneakily slithering across the dance floor go unnoticed by all the people. As Scott kept following him, he was able to see Danny, and his sister and friend struggling to get to him.

He watched as the Kanima, Jackson, whatever, was moving quickly towards Danny.

“Jackson! Don’t!” Scott shouted, but he was too late. He knew as he watched Danny’s body fall to the ground paralyzed.

“What do we do with him now?” Y/n managed to ask between heaving breaths as she and Scott dragged Jackson’s now human body out of the club, one of his arms wrapped over each of their shoulders. Stiles following closely behind making sure no one was watching.

They continued to drag Jackson’s limp body until they reached the doors of the jeep. Stiles unlocked the doors and then helped his friends place Jackson in the back seat of the car.

Y/n climbed in the back after they had situated him and her face cringed as she had to sit in such close proximity to Jackson. She shoved his body so that he was sitting upright as opposed to laying down and over the top her. She smiled once she got him situated.

“Oh my god, could this get any worse?” Y/n heard Stiles gasp from the front seat of the car, causing her to lean her head over so she could see out the front windshield. Her eyes were met with a ton of police cars pulling up outside the club. One license plate in particular she recognized.

“I think it can, that’s your dad.” If looks could kill, Stiles’ eyes would’ve burned through her skull right then in there. She just smiled innocently.

“Get rid of him.” Scott demanded and Stiles’ eyes became wide.

“Get rid of him?”

“Do something!” Scott whisper-yelled, his arms flapping around.

Stiles got out of the jeep begrudgingly and strode over to his father’s car. Both Scott and Y/n we’re watching until y/n heard a grain escape Jackson’s mouth.

“Jackson, be quiet.” Y/n smacked his face lightly while she pleaded.

“What are you doing here?” The sheriff questioned when he turned around to see his son standing right behind him.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It’s a club. It’s a club, we were clubbing, you know. At the club.” Stiles clapped his hands together and sighed on the inside knowing how stupid he sounded.

“Not exactly your type of club.” The sheriff raised his eyebrows.

“Uh- well dad, there’s a conversation that we-”

“You’re not gay.” His dad cut him off, rolling his eyes.

With the most offended look on his face Stiles retaliated, “Wha- I could be!”

“Not dressed like that.” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, “Also not with the way I see you look at that girl in the backseat of your car right now, the same girl I’ve been watching you look at since you were 7.”

The sheriff had pointed behind Stiles, and he followed the way it went. He turned around to see both Scott and Y/n staring at them. Then y/n just waved with the most innocent smile on her face while simultaneously looking nervous.

Stiles turned back around the meet the smirk on his father’s face, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s right. I notice more than you think,” he said placing his hand on his son’s shoulder, “sometimes I notice even before you do.”

Stiles watched his dad walk away as he tried to process the recent encounter they just had. Was his dad right? Had it always been her?

He shook himself out of his thoughts and walked back to his car where his friends were waiting.

“Uh, What about your house?” Stiles asked Scott as he drove aimlessly through the town of Beacon Hills. Y/n remained silent in the backseat with an annoyed expression on her face as an unconscious Jackson rested his head on her shoulder.

“Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.” Scott replied.

“I still say we just kill him.” Stiles arm flailed as the sarcastic suggestion left his mouth.

“We’re not killing him” Scott and Y/n harshly stated in unison, shutting Stiles down.

“God, f- okay, okay, I got an idea.” Stiles surrendered and looked in the rear view mirror to make sure he had Y/n’s eyes, which of course he did.

“Does it involved breaking the law?” She raised her eyebrows towards him through the mirror.

“Don’t you think that’s a given by now?” He answered her with another question.

“I was just trying to be optimistic.” Y/n let her body fall back into the seat, pushing Jackson off of her again only to sigh in disgust as he just fell right back on top of her.

“Don’t bother.”

“Scott! Y/n! Stilinski! I’m gonna kill you!”

The three exchanged concerned glances with each other as they stood between multiple trees in the woods during the early hours of the morning. Only a few feet away from a police van meant to hold criminals, which they had stolen to hold Jackson.

“I’ll go in.” Stiles sighed reluctantly heading towards the doors of the van leaving Y/n and Scott behind.

“You probably shouldn’t go alone, just in case.” Scott called after Stiles causing him to stop walking and turn around.

Scott was about to suggest he go with him when Y/n pulled out one of the Chinese daggers Allison had given to her and walked forward past Stiles and Scott without saying a word.

Once she stood in front of the van doors, hand on the handle, she turned around to face them.

“You coming?” She nodded towards Stiles as he smiled and approached her. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the doors.

Y/n took a deep breath before stepping off of the ground and onto the cold metal floor, the dim lighting and gray walls making her shiver.

She hesitantly sat down as Jackson’s cold stare followed every move she made. Stiles took a seat next to her.

“Okay, I brought you some foo-”

“Let me out now!” Jackson’s body shook with anger.

“You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?” Stiles fired back all in one breath.

“You’re doing me a favor?” Jackson scoffed.

“Yes.” Y/n interjected rather loudly, startling not only Jackson but Stiles as well, “you’re- you’re killing people.” She practically yelled, her eyes filled with disbelief towards Jackson’s stupidity.

“To death.” Stiles added whilst enunciating dramatically.

“Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now - you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?”

Stiles held out both sandwiches towards the angry teenager.

“You actually think my parents won’t be looking for me?” He ignored the offer.

“Uh, well- not if they don’t think anything’s wrong.” Stiles cockily held up Jackson’s phone showing a text message sent to Jackson’s parents, smiling proudly.

Y/n smirked as she watched Jackson fall back against the cold metal interior in defeat.

“Scales? Like a fish?” Jackson raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“No, more like a reptile. And your claws have this liquid that paralyse people, oh and you have a tail.”

“I have a tail?”

“Yeah, You have a tail.” Stiles repeated himself.

Y/n sighed, bored with being stuck in this stupid van listening to their stupid conversation. She leaned her head back against the metal and close her eyes, attempting to block out the two boys voices.

“Does it do anything?”

“No, not that I know of.” Stiles squinted at the ground as if trying to replay every encounter he’d had with Jackson in his Kanima form.

“Can I use it to strangle you.” Jackson’s jaw tensed up. Y/n’s eyes popped open and head snapped up.

“Yeah, You still don’t believe me.” Stiles scoffed and he and y/n exchanged the same annoyed glance before they both turned back to Jackson.

Y/n sat up straight, leaning forward so her elbows were on top of her knees.

“The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?” She questioned.

“I went home.” Jackson answered as if it should be obvious.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, you bitch. What the hell else would I do?”

“Hey don’t be a dick to her.” Stiles immediately snapped at Jackson in her defense.

“It’s alright I can handle it.” She whispered towards Stiles.

“Yeah, Yeah I know you can handle it you just shouldn’t have to.” He looked at her as he spoke.

She just smiled lightly at him before turning back to Jackson. She pulled her Chinese daggers back out and stood up to walk towards Jackson.

Quickly, she stabbed both of them on either sides of his legs. She didn’t actually want to hurt him, but she definitely wanted to scare him.

He jumped, his wide eyes not able to look anywhere else besides straight into her determined ones.

“You attacked Stiles, Derek and I at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic- right in front of Stiles-”

“Which was lovely, thank you.” Stiles interrupted before Y/n continued.

“And one of the Argent’s hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny. Your best friend.” She finished. Voice completely calm and level the entire time. Which if you asked Jackson it was worse than her yelling.

“Why would I try to kill my best friend?” Jackson shot back as Y/n sat back down next to Stiles.

“Well, that’s what Scott’s trying to figure out right now.”

Stiles sighed and checked his phone.

“Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out how he’s going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!” Jackson’s words echoed throughout the small van.

“All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the full moon, what happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened.”

Stiles and Y/n decided they needed to get out of the van that they’d been locked in for hours on end with possibly their least favorite person.

Y/n waited anxiously for Stiles to open the door. It finally swung open and he hopped out, with her not following too far behind.

As Y/n stood with outstretched arms, she was startled at the sound of Stiles’ voice.

“Oh my, god.” He panicked. Heartbeat returning to normal once they both realized it was Allison.

“They know.” She quickly stated, looking shaken and panicked.

“What?” Stiles replied.

“They know Jackson’s missing.”

Stiles’ first reaction was to hold up Jackson’s phone, which now has his fingerprint all over it. He looked at Y/n who was just staring back at him with fear in her eyes.

“All available units proceed to Beacon Hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until sheriff Stilinski’s arrival. Proceed with caution.”

All three of their heads snapped towards the the sound of the police radio from the van repeating the previous message over and over.

They all scrambled to get inside the van, Y/n squeezing between Allison and Stiles as her started the vehicle.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked him.

“Somewhere very far from this.” He said as he aggressively threw Jackson’s phone out the window.

“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not going to remember stealing Danny’s tablet.” Scott spoke to Allison, y/n and Stiles.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison suggested.

“Then somebody else knows what he is.” Y/n added, adding onto Allison’s theory.

“Which could mean someone’s protecting him.” Scott followed the theory further.

“Like the bestiary says, ‘the Kanima seeks a friend’ right?”

“Okay, hold on,” Stiles interjected “So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know? I mean, who would do that?”

“Somebody who wanted to protect him.” Allison answered Stiles questions but looked at Y/n, who nodded her head.

“There’s something else, Scott continued, “you said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?”

“No it can’t be. Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don’t know about you three, but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.” Stiles sarcastically replied, Y/n just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think it was actually trying to kill us,” Y/n got Stiles’ attention, “Remember when we were at Isaac’s the first time?” She shifted her attention to Allison and Scott, “it went right past us, didn’t it?”

“You’re right, it just ran off.” Allison agreed.

“And it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage.” Scott pointed out to Stiles.

“Well, Yeah, but it tried to kill Y/n, Derek, and I in the pool.”

“Did it?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“It would’ve. It was waiting for us to come out.” Stiles still grasped to what he thought was true.

“What if if was trying to keep you in?” Scott tried to guide his friend to be on the same page as the rest of them.

“Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Allison laughed at his comment, and Y/n rested her hand on his arm for a split second before the conversation continued.

“Because there’s something else going on. We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything that’s going on with Jackson, or why someone’s protecting him.” Scott sighed.

“Know thy enemy.” Allison’s voice made all of them look in her direction.

“Just something my grandfather said.” She clarified when she looked up to see all their eyes on her.

“All right, I got it, kill Jackson. Problem solved.” Stiles smirked and dropped his arms to his sides.

“He risked his life for us, against Peter. Do you remember that?”

“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny”


“It doesn’t mean he’s still not worth saving.” Y/n argued, “I mean I hate him as much as anyone, but I would’ve died if he hadn’t gotten me to the hospital.”

Stiles looked at her slightly watery eyes as she recalled that night. She could learn to fight all she wanted, but nothing could prove how strong she was other than this moment. And he admired her for that.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Scott reminded.

“So what?” Stiles rhetorically asked.

“So I didn’t either!” Scott all of the sudden yelled.

“You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody.”

“That’s his own fault.” Stiles replied calmly, no one had anything else to say because they knew he was right.

“Doesn’t matter. If we can save him, we have to try.”

Stiles and Y/n had left to go on a food run while Allison and Scott stayed behind to keep watch on Jackson. But it was getting dark out so they offered to go get some Mexican food.

Y/n stayed silent as Stiles drove, music playing lightly in the background. It felt really peaceful, the silence between them. Knowing that once they figured everything out with Jackson, once everything was all over, maybe they’d become something.

Y/n let her forehead rest against the window, watching all the houses and buildings pass quickly by. Then she saw a car that she would recognize anywhere.

“Wait stop.” She said but Stiles hadn’t quite heard her.

“Stiles stop the car.” She yelled, scaring the crap out of him but he slammed on the breaks.

“Y/n what the hell-” he was trying to ask but when he looked over her door was already open and she was walking quickly with a purpose. He hurriedly opened his door to follow.

Derek’s car was parked at the gas station, his back to them as he was waiting for it to be completely filled.

When Y/n saw him she was overcome with an overwhelming amount of anger, she really wasn’t acting like herself, but she couldn’t control it.

“Hey Derek!” She shouted once she was practically right behind him. He turned around with a confused expression to see who had said his name, but the expression left fast due to the teenage girl punched it off his face. Y/n instantly felt pain course through her fingers and up her arm.

“Woah Y/n-” she heard Stiles voice from a distance but ignored it anyway.

“I trusted you!” She screamed, anger taking all control of her body.

The passenger side door opened and Isaac stepped out quickly walking to the scene. Derek stood up and held his hand on his face, not saying anything.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you were on our side, my side. Don’t you have anything to say!” She yelled at him some more until Isaac stepped in front of her, grabbing the sides of her arms and forcing her to face him.

Her angry eyes stared into his ice blue ones, and they were both silent for a few second until he spoke.

“Y/n,” he whispered, “now is not the time, go home.”

She thrashed angrily and tried to shake herself out of his grasp, but she obviously couldn’t because of how much stronger he was.

“Y/n!” He repeated himself again, causing her to stop moving. Isaac saw that tears were streaming freely down her face, and for some reason that made him hurt too.

Stiles watched from behind her as Isaac’s thumbs stroked the sides of Y/n’s arms, and she visibly calmed down.

“Let Stiles take you home.” He whispered to her one more time.

She looked behind him and coldly stared at Derek. Sighing, she turned away and started walking back towards the jeep with both doors still flung open.

Just as she was about to step inside, she turned back to see Isaac still looking at her. The sounds of jeep starting up again breaking their gaze as she got back into the car with Stiles.

“We should probably just go back.” Stiles said calmly as he flipped the wheel around until they were headed back in the direction they came.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered making Stiles’ head snap quickly in her direction as if to reassure himself that he heard her voice. “I shouldn’t have done that, I- I don’t actually know why I did.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re human. We get angry, we feel betrayal. Also he’s an ass so you have nothing to apologize for.” Stiles tried to lighten up the made as she still had tear stains on her cheeks, he smiled at his success when y/n laughed quietly.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Stiles had a question creeping in the back of his mind. Hands gripping the steering wheel tighter he decided to ask her anyway.

“So uh, what, what happened between you and Isaac?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as Y/n turned to look at Stiles, who’s eyes were positioned straight ahead on the road.

“What do you mean?” She asked confused.

“I- I don’t know, you know what nevermind let’s just drop it.”

They sat in silence for the rest of the way, honestly it was because Y/n had no idea what to say. She didn’t even know what he was talking about.

Stiles and Y/n ran towards Allison’s car once they realized that Jackson had escaped from the van they had been keeping him in.

They approached the window to see Allison lying in Scott’s arms.

Y/n hesitantly knocked on the window, causing the couple to jump wide awake. Scott quickly rolled down the window while Allison looked away, obviously embarrassed.

“You guys might wanna take a look at this.” Sighed Stiles.

They hurriedly got dressed and met Stiles and Y/n in front of the open doors of the van.

“I have to tell my father. Scott. He’s going to kill someone.” Allison’s voice shook as tears threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes.

“Okay, tell him. Tell him everything.” Scott reassured her.

“Scott, I gotta tell mine too.” Stiles spoke from behind Y/n.

“This is all my fault.” Scott sighed as he aggressively ran both hands through his hair.

“It’s not.” Y/n immediately rushed to her brother and put her hand on his arm trying to calm him down.

“We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.” Allison said as an attempt to reassure Scott that this was out of his control.

“You’re right.”

“How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?” Y/n turned around to face Stiles.

“I don’t know.” He honestly answered her.

“He’ll believe me.” Scott said as his eyes illuminated gold.

Scott and Stiles went to go get his dad while Y/n and Allison traveled to the Argent residence to try and figure out more about the creature that Jackson spontaneously turns into.

They ran up the stairs, skipping every other until they reached Allison’s room. Allison flipped on the lights and both girls gasped, nearly having a heart attack.

“You scared the hell outta us.” Allison expressed as she walked right past Lydia to her laptop.

“I’ve been sitting here for an hour, waiting for you.” Lydia replied. Glancing Y/n up and down as she talked to Allison.

“I can’t hang out right now, Lydia.” Allison dismissed her best friend.

“ I don’t need anyone to hang out with. I need someone to talk to.”

“I- I understand that it’s important, but if it can just wait-”

“Why is everyone always telling me to wait? Why can’t anyone have ‘right now’ available?” Lydia complained.

“Because you can’t have everything right now. You know what I need? I need someone to translate five pages of archaic Latin. Obviously, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.” Allison snapped at Lydia, which really caught Y/n by surprise but she had to restrain herself from laughing.

“I know Archaic Latin.” She strawberry blonde confidently stated.

“You know Archaic Latin?” Allison and Y/n asked rhetorically in unison.

“I got bored with Classical Latin.” The girl shrugged.

“Just how smart are you?” Y/n whispered. But Lydia just looked at her and smiled devilishly and walked towards the computer screen that Allison had pulled up. Y/n just rolled her eyes and followed until she was next to Allison while they both stood behind Lydia.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “Ms. Morrell said that word means ‘friend.’ The Kanima seeks a friend.” She nodded her head, how could they have been so wrong.

“She was wrong, it means ‘master.’” Lydia clarified as she sat back in her seat.

“The Kanima seeks a master.” Allison whispered, meeting Y/n eyes that were probably as wide as hers.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping bandages around her knuckles that were covered in dried blood from Derek’s face.

She placed her elbows on her knees and let her head fall in her hands. She audibly sighed. This was too much. All of this is too much.

Her eyes fell shut as she sat there and began to feel overwhelmed with exhaustion. Trying hard not to replay the last couple of days in her head.

However, she was distracted when she heard a slight creak in her bedroom floor near the window.

Her eyes snapped open and she slowly lifted her head. Her daggers were on the floor next to her feat and she quickly formed a plan. Instantly she bent down and grabbed them, swiftly spinning around to face the possible intruder with the daggers positioned in her hands.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She yelled at Isaac as he stood in front of her with his hands up in surrender.

“You don’t have to go all Wonder Woman on me, okay, I’m just here to check on you.” He stated sarcastically as he put his hands down.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she relaxed her body and threw her weapons on her bedsheets.

“And why would I need you to check on me?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

He shifted uncomfortably looking down at his feet.

“Look,” he started, “What you did today. I know why you did it, but it can’t happen again.”

“Holy crap, did Derek send you here-”

“No he has no idea that I’m here. If he did He would kill me. I’m not here for him I’m here for you.”

He almost yelled at her, she stood silent from being too shocked.

She watched his eyes shift down to her bandaged hand, she immediately moved it behind her back and avoided his gaze.

Without warning he walked towards her and gently grabbed her injured arm, lifting it up until his fingers lightly traced over her bandaged ones.

“I’m here because you got hurt, and if you lose control like that again, it could be worse. We can’t let that happen now can we?”

She didn’t answer as she just stared straight at him. What the hell was happening?

“Even humans need an anchor.” He whispered as he hauntingly stared into her eyes. For a second, he wanted to kiss her. But he knew that was too much.

He dropped her hand and walked back towards her open window. He got one leg out before her voice stopped him, “who’s yours?” She asked, “who brings you back when you lose control?”

He was silent, just smiling at her until he finally answered.

“You.”

And then he was gone.

Imagine having a crush on Chibs...

Request: - Crushing hard on Chibs and all the others make fun of you because he is a lot older - love your writing 😙

A/N: none really, sorry this is so short, trying to push through this writers block 😭


That smile. His devilish grin was my drug. His silver hair was my weakness, not to mention the accent, I thought to myself as I watch the one and only Chibs Telford walking across the parking lot.
“Earth to y/n!” Tig said loudly to me, taking me out of my obvious day dream. I felt my face burn, causing Tig, Jax and Opie to laugh.
“Jesus y/n, you make it so obvious sometimes” Opie chuckled while sparking up a cigarette, I just rolled my eyes.
“You guys are just jealous because I don’t like you…” I jokingly said, making all three men laugh.
“No y/n, we all know you like old men” Jax said nudging my side, I felt the burn creep up my face again.
“Shut up Jackson!” I said shoving jax, then chibs walked up.
“Jackie boy, leave the lass alone won’t ya” Chibs said to Jax which caused Jax and Opie to burst out laughing. I got up and walked away before embarrassment eats me up.
“Y/n! Come back, I was playin” I heard Jax yell but I was already gone. I went inside the clubhouse and lit up a joint. Leaning my head back I closed my eyes and took a nice long drag.
“Lass” I heard Chibs say, I open my eyes and he was sitting next to me. My heart rate went up.
“Oh hey, want some?” I mumbled out anxiously, he took the joint from me and chuckled quietly.
“What?” I ask him, his focus shifted to mine.
“Ye like me don’t ye?” Chibs questioned me, my jaw dropped and that must’ve gave Chibs the answer he needed. Chibs placed his hand on my thigh, and for a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.
“I like ye too, how bout I pick ye up tonight for a date?” Chibs asked me with a sly smile, hanging the joint back to me.
“Yeah, I would love that” I replied to Chibs, resting my head on his shoulder as I inhaled the smoke. Pure bliss.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have funny springtime theater stories?

Oh, do I.

(All anecdotes anonymized, because my colleagues don’t really need the embarrassing bits of their private lives any more exposed to the general public than they already are.)

1. The one literally every actor has.

Big scene, romantic tension’s all built up, the two leads go in for their dramatic kiss …

… and kiss …

… aaaand kiss ……….

………. and ……………… kiss …………………..

……………………………………………………………….. and I’m left peeking in from stage right saying “WHAT HO” over and over in the hope that they’ll take their cue sooner or later.

2. The opposite of that one.

Lead #1 was acting a trifle off all evening. No big deal, spring is hard on some people, we all just stepped it up a bit to pick up the slack.

The big scene rolls around, the audience is buying it, lead #2 leans in for the kiss – and lead #1 dodges it. (The audience cracks up.) Lead #2 is a cool guy, rolls with the laugh, makes a joke of it, tries again – and lead #1 PUNCHES HIM IN THE MOUTH. (The audience falls apart. The rest of the show was a total loss.)

Turns out lead #1 was super gay, which never came up because normally it wouldn’t matter, it’s just acting – but apparently in the spring she just couldn’t tolerate a guy kissing her. The poor woman was so, so embarrassed once she had a little time to come to her senses.

3. The actually-kind-of-depressing one.

The play featured a baby, which was of course just a doll swaddled in cloth. The baby was supposed to be abandoned to die, because evil king illegitimate child etc etc, you know how these stories go.

So the actress playing the mom stands alone in a spotlight on a darkened stage, gives her heartbroken monologue, there’s sniffling from the audience, everything’s going great. She walks over to the edge of the stage, bends over to set the doll down – and suddenly someone in the front row starts gesturing at her, don’t put it there, give it to me. She ignores the guy at first, but he starts getting really worked up.

Well, the actress figures, okay, it’s spring, people are a bit on edge, it’s not as if it actually matters to the plot, let’s just roll with it. She hands the guy the doll, he cuddles it up and rocks it, she pantomimes desperate gratitude to him for saving her baby, the audience loves it, the show goes on.

…and then in the middle of the third act I’m waiting backstage when one of the ushers comes around looking quietly panicked, and informs us in a low voice that there’s been a kidnapping, they’re keeping it quiet so as not to panic anyone, but if we see police moving through the audience or apprehending someone, that’s what’s going on, and if the word gets out they’d appreciate it if we can keep everyone calm. Everyone’s appropriately horrified, we quickly plan how to stall and drag out the last act if we need to, and then I have to go on stage.

Now, when you’re on stage you can’t see the audience all that well, there’s too much glare from the footlights. So, from my point of view, all I could see was that people were fidgeting a little, and someone was moving around, and then all of a sudden there was a whole cluster of people running and shouting and someone definitely got tackled. All I could do was try to keep the scene moving and hope that if we carried on like nothing had happened everyone would calm down, which in fact they did.

The moment I was off stage, of course, I ran straight to find one of the policemen (who were everywhere at this point) and ask what had happened. He was very polite and calm and reassured me that the situation was under control and the kidnapper had been apprehended and there was nothing further to worry about.

“And the victim?” I asked. “Are they okay?”

The policeman hesitated and stammered a little and finally said:

“Ma’am, it appears that the victim was … a doll.”

Apparently that poor man had just had some kind of break and tried to actually run off with the doll, and the police hadn’t realized that it wasn’t a real baby until they’d gone to some trouble to make sure he didn’t panic and drop it, and tackled him to the floor in a way that wouldn’t injure it, and so forth.

They never did charge the man with anything (what would they have charged him with? Petty larceny? It was a doll!) He did get referred to psychiatric help, though, and a few seasons later wrote a very sweet letter to the actress who handed him the doll in the first place, thanking her and apologizing. So it does have a happy ending.

You’re Gorgeous: Josh Dun x Reader fanfic

A/N: Okay if any of you are anything like me, you’ll still be wishing it was Halloween and you’re not even ready to think about Christmas. Sorry this took so long to get too, geez. Lol it’s snowing right now, but Josh fluff is perfect for any season, so let’s just roll with it… love you guys and thank you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Since it’s getting colder out I was wondering if I could request a Josh Dun x reader where the reader wears his sweaters and they cuddle and play outside with the leaves or something. Everything you write is so amazing and I’m a big fan or your work!

“Wake up babe,” Josh nudged you lightly. You had fallen asleep on the couch together eating leftover Halloween candy and watching a horror movie. While the movie kind of freaked you out a little, Josh’s arms were so comforting, and you couldn’t help but slowly drift off into sleep. “Hey y/n, it’s time to get up.”

“I’m comfy,” you whined, snuggling up beside him. “Don’t want to move.”

“But then how are we going to get caramel apples?” he raised an eyebrow. Your eyes opened, you sitting up, staring at him, excited.

“Caramel apples?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Josh laughed. “That woke you up alright.”

“Come on, let’s get dressed,” you decided, tugging him off the couch and traveling to the bedroom. You decided to put on some leggings, a tank top, and you slid on one of Josh’s sweaters, earning a playful glare.

“Is that mine?” a smile curled on the side of his lips.

“Maybe,” you admitted. “But it’s so cozy and it’ll keep me warm.”

“It is a bit chilly out,” Josh sighed, slipping on a sweatshirt himself. “I guess I’ll let you slide.”

“Thank you,” you giggled, and he hugged you tight.

“Let’s go,” he suggested. “Maybe we can even get pumpkin pie while we’re at it.”

“That’s a lot of sweets,” you reminded.

“There’s never too much,” he argued. You guys drove to the farmer’s market downtown, something your town had set up every time it got to be around autumn. Josh turned up some of your favorite music, you leaning back in the shotgun seat, one of his hands holding yours, both of you humming along to the song. Something caught the corner of your eye, the Starbucks sign at the side of the road, and you tugged on Josh’s sleeve.

“Hey, I hear it’s PSL season,” you hinted. “Aren’t you tempted just a little?”

“Fine, one small detour,” he agreed with a smile. After picking up delicious Starbucks, you finally arrived at the farmer’s market. There were little children with their families picking out pumpkins, scouts selling baked goods, and a light chill in the air. Red, orange, and golden leaves littered the ground, warm apple cider being sold in mugs, and plenty of scarves and boots. It was definitely fall.

“Everything’s so pretty,” you grinned, taking in the sight. “It’s like stepping into a fairy tale.”

“Yeah, it’s really gorgeous,” Josh nodded, putting his arm around you as you walked down the street. “But it will never be as gorgeous as you.”

“Shut up,” you teased, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re such a flirt.”

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m the flirt.”

“Whatever,” you laughed. “Let’s go find the caramel apples.”

After passing by the kettle corn, cobbler, pork roast, sweet potatoes, and soups, you finally spotted the table full of caramel apples. “Awesome,” Josh smiled. “Go pick out four, that way we can give some to Tyler and Jenna.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to eat them all?” you joked, picking up one and holding it out to him.

“I’m sure,” he promised, pulling out money from his pocket and handing it to you. “I’m going to go buy a basket and grab a pumpkin pie.”

“Great,” your eyes lit up. “Let’s meet by that tree over there when we’re done. Okay?”

“Yup,” Josh nodded. He gave you a kiss on the head before taking off, leaving you to choose a couple of caramel apples. You picked out several before going to the register, greeting the old lady before handing him the cash.

“I saw you with that young man with the pink hair,” she chuckled. “You two seem very friendly.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” you informed with a laugh.

“He must be very sweet,” she gave a fond smile. “It’s so nice to see young love in the air. Young couples are so adorable to watch.”

“Yeah, he’s extremely sweet,” you agreed as she handed you the apples in a small crate and your change. “Thanks so much. You have a great day.”

“You too, sweetheart,” the old lady waved you goodbye. You walked over to the tree, spotting Josh sitting underneath it, basket beside him, talking to a couple little kids. A smile spread on your face as you approached him.

“I want to play drums too,” a little boy in a sweatshirt told Josh.

“That’s awesome,” Josh grinned. “I bet you’d be great.”

“Who’s this?” a little girl with pigtails wondered, looking up at you as you sat beside Josh.

“Y/n?” Josh laughed, turning to face you. “This is the love of my life.”

“What?” the girl tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Josh is my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh,” her eyes lit up. “Are you married?”

“No,” you frowned.

“Hopefully one day,” Josh replied, nudging you slightly.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “One day.”

“You should play with us,” the boy in the sweater decided. “It will be fun.”

“What do you think, y/n?” Josh raised his eyebrow. “Up for a little bit of playtime?”

“Absolutely,” you chuckled. You placed the candy apples in the basket and the little girl helped pick you up from the ground and led you guys towards a small park. Josh carried the basket, as well as the little boy on his shoulders, and you glanced at him. He’d be such a good dad. He was so good with kids and full of laughter and love, you’d love to start a family with him one day.

“Do you love Josh too?” the little girl wondered, tapping on your leg. “He said you were the love of his life.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I love Josh very much.”

“That’s really nice,” she beamed. “I hope I fall in love one day too.”

“You will,” you reassured. “Everyone does eventually.”

“That’s gross!” the little boy exclaimed overhearing your conversation. “Girls have cooties.”

“Oh just you wait,” Josh laughed. “You’ll change your mind about that later.”

“Here we are!” the little girl exclaimed, spinning around in circles happily, racing towards a pile of leaves before jumping in it.

“Come on,” the little boy begged when Josh put him down. “Play in the leaves with us.”

“I don’t know, buddy,” Josh contemplated it. “It might get a little messy.”

“Please?” he gave him sad puppy dog eyes, and Josh couldn’t resist.

“Okay,” he complied. “Let’s go play in the leaves. You going to join us, y/n?”

“Of course!” you giggled, letting your little kid side out for a bit.

“Yay!” the little boy laughed, racing towards the leaf pile and jumping in it.

“You ready?” you turned towards Josh, extending your hand.

“Heck yeah,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both raced towards the leaf pile, barely big enough for the two of you to jump in. You laughed as the leaves crunched underneath the two of you, the two kids cheering happily, the little boy sprinkling leaves on the tops of your heads and the little girl trying to scoop up the leaves on the sides to make the pile even bigger.

“You have a little something in your hair,” you joked.

“No kidding,” Josh rolled his eyes playfully. He moved closer to you, surprise tackling you until you were covered in leaves.

“Ah! Josh!” you cried, both of you laughing as he kissed you on the lips. He pulled away and the two of you grinning. “You’re so sneaky.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” Josh smiled.

“Whatever,” you smirked, deciding to get revenge and you tackling him this time, pushing him into the leaves with a hug.

“Oh gosh, y/n!” he shrieked, and you giggled, before feeling someone else hug you from behind, and another person.

“Group hug!” the little girl announced.

“Dog pile!” the little boy insisted.

“I think there’s a huge difference between a group hug and a dog pile,” you chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter,” Josh shook his head. “We’ve got little friends and lots of sweets, comfy sweaters and fall leaves, and love is in the air. And I’ve got you, that’s all I could ever ask for. Right?”

“Was that an attempt at a really shitty poem?” you raised your eyebrows and tried not to laugh.

“An attempt,” Josh blushed.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

“You’re gorgeous,” he insisted.

“I love you,” you giggled.

“Love you too, y/n,” Josh grinned.

We’re The Real Losers Club|| IT Cast x Reader

“Y/n….Y/n….Y/n…-” Finn zoomed in on Y/n’s face with his phone, he was recording Y/n. The girl was leaning on the couch in the dressing room. She turned her phone off and looked at Finn’s phone.

“Bitch, fuck you want?” She asked playfully. Finn exploded with laughter. Y/n soon laughed as she stood up and stretched.

“When the hell Andy coming back with the food?” She asked. Finn shut his phone off and shrugged.

“He should be here soon,” he said. Y/n nodded as she walked over to the door and opened it. They had to get back on set in an hour or two, so they decided to take a lunch break and Andy was out getting everyone some McDonald’s. And Lord we all know how’s that’s gonna end. Y/n and Finn walked down the hallway, talking to each other. The two were in a deep conversation until Jackson came running down the hallway screaming.

“Hey! Hey, hey! Slow it down bud,” She said and grabbed the running child. Jackson breathed heavily and rigidly. From around the corner, Jack came. Laughing harder than ever.

“The hell you do to this child,” Y/n questioned

“All I did was come around the corner and scared him, then he just started running!” Jack laughed. Y/n shook her head and placed Jackson on the ground he was like a magnet as he latched himself back onto Y/n’s leg.

“Aw, Andy’s gonna kick your ass,” Y/n said and eyed Jack whom laughter started to decrease.

“What you mean?” He asked.

“You know Jackson gotta go back on set, why you scary him like that?” She said and grinned. Jack pulled on his collar. He even had sweat trickling down his face.

“Good luck! Come on Finn, we got food to find,” Y/n said as Jackson let go of Y/n as Y/n started walking off.

Finn started strutting as he puckered his lips and walked with Y/n. Jack looked at the two and then at Jackson. Jackson then smiled.

“Oh shut it Georgie,”

-

“WHERE THE HELL THE FOOD AT?!” Y/n shouted as she stood on a chair that was under the white tent outside where the next shooting was about to happen.

“I thought Andy was getting the food,” Chosen said as he stood in the sun looking up at Y/n.

“Yeah he is but he taking too damn long,” Finn said.

“What ya’ll talking about?” Y/n turned around and saw Andy with a couple of paper bags that he sat on the table.

“Alright, everyone! Come on!” He said and clapped his hands. Sophia was already making her way over with Jackson in her arms.

Y/n jumped off the seat. “You got food?” She mumbled and looked in the bag to see burger and fries. Andy chuckled at Y/n and wrapped an arm around her neck You did great out there today,” I don’t see why Y/n gets to be the first one to see Bill in his character,” Wyatt said as he ate one of his fries. “Go an complain to Stephen King,” Andy said as he let go of Y/n. Y/n chuckled as Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Where the hell is Bill anyway?” Andy questioned as he looked at his wristwatch. “Probably lurking in the dark like he always does,” Y/n mumbled. Andy laughed and nudged Y/n who grinned.

“Why you talking shit?” Y/n screams at the sudden voice behind her she grabbed the paperback and slammed it in Bill’s face.

Bill stumbled back and quickly removed the bag. Andy being the playful director he is started laughing once again.

“Y/n what the hell!”

“Bill what the hell!” The cast started laughing.

“Y/n, don’t mess up his face, we all gotta go to the interview today remember,” Andy laughed out as his face was red from all the laughing. Y/n chuckled and nodded.

“You slapped me with some greasy burgers,” Bill said and took a burger from the bag.

“My bad, you scared me,” Y/n half-assed apologized. Bill just playfully rolled his eyes.

“Alright, you guys after this scene you all will go home early to get dressed so we can head to the interview,” Andy said as he wrote on his clipboard.

The cast nodded.

-

Y/n tightened her bow tie before and fixed her blazer before walking out of her trailer and outside where everyone was there laughing and telling jokes. Andy looked up and saw Y/n and smiled.

“You’re the last of us,” Andy said.

“Damn, how come I didn’t think of just wearing a blazer and jeans?” Finn said. Sophia chuckled. Andy then clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s go!” 

-

“Okay, so Y/n, how-how do you get into character so quick?” Jimmy asked. Y/n had her elbow on her knee and her chin resting under her hand.

“To be honest I don’t even know,” She replied back, the audience laughed at the girl as she smiled at them.

“So, how is rehearsal for the movie?” Jimmy quickly asked. His eyes sparked with curiosity. Y/n felt Jack put his head on her arm. “Despite us not seeing Bill in his full on Pennywise costume, it’s great,” Jaeden answered. Jimmy nodded. “Andy, is it like taking care of kids with the cast?” Jimmy laughed. The audiences laughed at his question. Andy laughed and nodded. “Yes, defiantly with that one,” Andy pointed at Y/n. Y/n gasped. “What?! Me?! I am so innocent!” “She lying you guys,” Bill piped up. The audience laughed some laughing way harder than the other. “OH! That reminds me. I have a couple of videos that Andy shared, you guys ready?” “Hold on, Andy you gave him, videos?” Y/n asked as she looked at Andy whok was already laughing at the projector on the back. It displayed Finn and Y/n dancing to the Stranger Things theme. Y/n’s tattered ripped up shirt that was her costume for the scene they were about to shoot in like 4 minutes. Andy voice could be heard from behind the camera as he laughed. The cast and audience laughed. Jimmy laughed as he placed his head on his desk as he laughed. Y/n placed a hand over her mouth. Jeremy was shocked but he soon started laughing. “Y/n, why?!” He said. Y/n gently pushed his arm. “Don’t judge us!” She shouted. Another video displayed as Y/n and the cast surrounded over a PC. “Oh! I remember this!” Jackson tiny voice shouted. Sophia squinted at the scene but soon started smiling. “You guys wanna be so curious, go ahead, look,” Andy voice said from behind the camera. “Andy, kiss my ass, you guys probably didn’t make Bill look that scary, got these kids bothering me about this,” Y/n said. She had on an oversized onsie with monkey prints. The audience laughed as she felt Jack vibrate. He probably was laughing. Y/n typed into the google search bar with the cast behind her all trying to look down at the PC. She pressed images and waited. That was till she saw the costume. “B r u h, what the-ANDY YOU SAID-WAIT! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!” The kids started screamed as Bill walked in. “It’s a killer clown Y/n, What is it supposed to look,” Bill cleared as throat as he slowly started turning around. “This is my cue to leave–” He quickly mumbled. “Bill get over here,” “WHY DOES HE HAVE NO HAIR?!” Finn shouted as he shook the PC screen. “Um-I feel, offended!” Bill said and eyed Finn. The kids quickly turned around and screamed. “HOW THE HELL YOU GET IN HERE?!” Fin shouted. Jackson was already running out of the room. “ANDY DO SOMETHING!” Jack shouted and hid behind Chosen whom backed up. Andy was laughing so hard that he almost dropped the camera. “Why is it that when I need a nap, EVERYONE GOTTA BE IN MY TRAILOR, GET OUT!” Y/n shouted as she held the door open. Andy laughed harder as he zoomed in Y/n’s face. Y/n saw and stuck her tounge out. “Follow my insta, now get out,” “But wait. Don’t you all want a balloon?” Bill said as he looked at Y/n and the rest of the cast. He said it in his god-forsaken Pennywise voice. “Oh…oooh….ooooh, see, you on that bullshit Bill,” “Who is Bill?” He asked. “What in fuck?!” Finn screeched. Andy was laughing way too hard. “Hey Sophia, nice shoes you got on, I saw you walking pass the sewers with them on,” he said. Sophia shook her head. “No, that’s your guys problem,” she said and walked out the trailor. “You know what, Wisemoney,” “Pennywise,” “Big-Buck, that’s why he kicked your butt at the end, we win,” Jaeden said and crossed his arms. “God! This is legendary! The real Losers’ Club,” Andy laughed out. Bill looked at the camera and laughed. “Wait, everyone, on set. I wanna see how this ends,” Andy said and made his way to Y/n’s trailor door. “Bill try to at least put on your Pennywise make up,” Andy said. The film stopped right there. The audience was laughing as Jimmy’s face was red from all the laughing. The cast was laughing as well. “It gets better!” A next video started to play. Everyone was on set in the town of Derry but the sun was setting. It was empty because half of the extra cast went home. “So! You think you can defeat us?!” Finn shouted as he had on his huge hulk hand. Bill stood right across from the two. He slapped on his Pennywise make up. “No.” Was his simple response. “I know I can defeat you infants,” he said in his Pennywise voice. Jeremy threw a book that he had in his hand. “May the lord help thee!” He said. The thick book (probably a Stephen King book) hit Bill’s foot as he quickly flinched away and yelped. “oW! WHERE DID YOU GET THA-” “MY HOUSE!” “Was that the bible?” Y/n asked as she eyed the abandon book. Bill started running towards Jeremy but Jeremy screamed and hid behind Y/n. But Y/n screamed as she flailed her arms hoping Bill wouldn’t get any closer. “Yes! That’s the screams I wanna hear! You’re doing great you three!” “ANDY HELP ME YOU LAZY BASTARD!” Y/n shrieked as Bill grabbed Y/n’s hand. Finn clapped his hands and started running towards Bill and jumped on his back. Wyatt was soon in the far off background drinking some tea. This caused Y/n to laugh as she saw the video. The video ended. “Oh god! Man! That is something!” Jimmy laughed out. Everyone laughed along. “You guys are truly the Losers’ Club. Finn jumped up. “RICHIE!” He shouted. Jack grinned as he jumped up and onto the sofa. “STANLEY!” He shouted. “GEORGIE!” Jackson shouted as he jumped up as well. Jaeden then shot up. “B-BILL!” he shouted. “Dear god,” Y/n chuckled. Chosen shot up. “MIKE!” Sophia “BEVERLEY!” Jeremy “BEN!” Jack “EDDIE!” Y/n shot up as she did her characters voice. “C/N!” Bill shot up. “PENNYWISE!” “AND WE ARE THE LOSERS CLUB!” They shouted together. The audiences cheered so did Jimmy. “Everybody! Give it up for the new adaptation, of the IT cast!” He shouted. Everyone stood up and cheered. Andy stood up as they waved as the cast walked off the set. - Everyone laughed at the table softly as they ate their food. “Y/n looked like she eas having a Vietnam flashback when she saw those vids,” Jeremy laughed out. Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed. Bill rested his head on Y/n’s shoulders. “I’m so tired,” he mumbled. “We all are, it was fun tonight,” Chosen said m everyone nodded. “Well my good ol’ losers club, get some sleep,” Andy said. Jackson yawned as he crawled from under the table and rubbed his eyes. “My mom is here, I have to go, bye you guys,” he said. Everyone waved at him. “Bye little Georgie,” Y/n said. Jackson giggled as he walked off. “Yeah, we the true Losers’ Club,” Sophia said. “Hell yeah we are,” Jaeden said. Y/n smiled. Yep, this was her life. (Okay, really I’m back, I gotta start doing request so have this as I finish them.up)