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.
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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.
Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?
Word Count: 2,946
A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!!
** tweets are in italic **
Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.
“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.
“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.
“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.
“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.
I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs.
“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.
I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.
“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.
* * * *
“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.
“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.
“Who are those guys?”
“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.
“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands.
Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.
“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.
“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.
I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.
* * * *
@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.
I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.
@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!
* * * *
I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.
“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.
I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.
* * * *
@EthanDolan follows you.
@GraysonDolan follows you.
@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.
@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!
@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.
@GraysonDolan retweeted you.
@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.
@EthanDolan retweeted you.
@EthanDolan retweeted you.
* * * *
“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages.
Grayson Dolan sent a message
Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie.
I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again.
Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it.
“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied.
Y/N Y/L/N: Hey.
I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan.
Ethan Dolan sent a message.
Ethan Dolan: What’s up!
I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time.
Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up!
* * * *
It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.
A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready.
I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.
Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.
Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.
Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.
Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?
Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?
Y/N: Sounds good!
Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!
Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.
“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.
“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.
“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.
“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.
* * * *
“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.
We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.
“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.
Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.
Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.
* * * *
We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.
Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.
The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.
* * * *
“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.
“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.
“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.
“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.
He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.
Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.
Y/N: Are you ready yet?
Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.
“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.
As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me.
I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door.
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
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
“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
“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
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!
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
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
(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.
So, it occurs to me that Takiya, like, never receives an explanation?? About there being DRAGONS?? Like even if we pretend like he didn’t remember the time Tohru turned into a dragon in front of him, by the time of the house party I’m pretty sure he’s clued in. And he just… never asks about it. “Hey Kobayashi why is your maid a dragon”. Nope! For goodness’s sake, he even winds up with Fafnir living with him and no one’s bothered yet to explain anything to him. And he just, seems pretty okay with that? We’re talking, like, master level chill. He’s just rolling with it. What’s with this guy.
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.
obianidala au where they’re all teachers at the same high school and eventually it becomes a well-known fact among all the students (and the rest of the faculty) that there is Something Going On between mr skywalker, ms amidala, and mr kenobi
at first everyone thinks that it’s anakin vs obi wan competing for padme’s affections because heteronormativity but then one day a hapless student accidentally stumbles upon anakin and obi wan making out in an empty classroom. the picture, which is captioned FUCKING PLOT TWIST, gets retweeted by practically every single person in the school.
after that it is an all-out shipping war. everyone’s placing bets on who they think will end up together. anakin bets on obidala and padme on obikin just to fuck with everyone (obi wan watches disapprovingly from the sidelines…but he may or may not have slipped a couple dollars in for anidala). the anidala, obikin, and obidala factions are all pretty evenly sized, but there is one tiny obianidala subgroup who no one else takes seriously. to everyone’s astonishment, obi wan’s the one who finally cracks. in class one day a student makes a sly remark that obi wan has heard one too many times, and he just yells WE’RE ALL DATING OKAY WILL EVERYONE PLEASE SHUT UP ABOUT IT
needless to say, this announcement is the talk of the school for weeks, if not months afterwards. the tiny obianidala subgroup gets very, very rich. it is not a coincidence that principal yoda suddenly decides he can afford to comfortably retire at the end of the school year.
You know what? I really hate Andrew. This guy bothers me in a few different way.
1. He’s an Obvious Love Interest
Even though there’s nothing overtly romantic yet, I have a knee jerk reaction to token, het love interests in movies and shows. It’s generally disdain because it’s so damn overdone. It hasn’t come to fruition yet, but I can’t help but feel like I’m waiting for the ball to drop here
2. He’s pretty unnecessary
He’s unnecessary as a character and also unnecessary in a cast full of women. This is obviously a female oriented show, as much as DBZ or many other majority male cast shows were male oriented shows (even though any gender can enjoy any show, I shouldn’t have to clarify, but I will anyway). Like, go away Andrew, let the show have women supporting women. We so rarely get that done respectfully in anime
3. His Damn Fans
Or should I say stans? Because before seeing his defense squad popping up everywhere, I was actually only just rolling my eyes at the guy. Now? Fuck Andrew, fuck Ankko. My opinion has been swayed by these idiots.
Anyway, rant over. I feel better now, that’s been building for a while
Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill,” Hanna suggested, her words coming out slow and a little garbled. “I’ll go first. Um…” Her eyes scanned her friends’ blurry faces. “Spencer! Fuck, Marry, Kill: Em, Aria, Mona. Go.“
Alex ran her tongue over the back of her teeth. “Uh..“ Goddamn it. She cleared her throat and swallowed her nerves. “I guess I would fuck Emily —”
“Watch it, Hastings,” Ali joked affectionately, while Emily blushed.
“I can see that,” Aria giggled. “You’re hot, Em.”
Mona just rolled her eyes.
“Okay, guys, let me finish,” Alex said, with a laugh. She paused to take another swig from her bottle. Warm flooded her and she didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or the company she was in. “Anyway, fuck Emily, marry Aria, –”
At this Aria grinned and ducked her head, while the others barely even blinked, like they expected that answer. “Kill–” Alex’s eyes flitted up to Mona and their eyes locked.
Alex’s lips twitched into a mysterious smirk, and which Mona returned with a sly grin of her own. “–Mona,” she finished. “Sorry, Mona. No hard feelings?”
Mona held Spencer’s face while she sipped from her water bottle. “None whatsoever,” she murmured with a grin, once she’d finished and replaced the cap.
“Your turn, Spence,” Hanna announced excitedly. “Come on!”
“Relax, Hanna,” Mona nudged the blonde lightly in her side.
Alex leaned back against the armchair behind her and stretched out her long legs, propping her feet up in Aria’s lap.
“Okay, let me see…” She surveyed the girls silently for a moment, when an idea popped into her head, and a grin touched the corners of her lips. “Aria. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Hanna, Emily, Alison.”
I just needed this happy moment because damn it my next post is going to be depressing as fuck, enjoy it while it lasts guys.
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I’m sure most of you know this, but: when a bird has new feathers coming in, they are itchy as HELL. And from my own experience I know that they love it when you dig your fingers down through their feathers to massage and itch at where their new ones are coming in.
So I have been thinking for a while now:
Would this apply to Warren?
(I bet you ten bucks it would)
So lets say Warren is pulled from that God awful crash site, taken to the mansion unconscious, and put in the medical branch of the school to heal.
And let’s also say that his metal wings perhaps did not survive, and were completely stripped from his back; leaving two giant lacerations for Hank to patch up and heal.
So now, a few days later after poor Warren wakes up and realizes his beloved God is gone and he is alone once more, let’s say that his wings start to poke through and grow. Hank is surprised, the team is shocked and happy, and Warren just rolls his eyes. ‘Yeah, nothing new guys. Been there done that.’
But what Warren forgot is that itchy, dry, needy, almost whiny feeling his wings get and torment him with when any new feathers come back in.
One or two or three feathers is no big deal; they come in fast and have minimal itching and no irritated skin.
But when he’s growing a whole new wing?
God, it takes everything in poor Warren not to claw his own skin off. While the team giggles and laughs at the sight of Warren’s weird, chicken like wings, he just glares and ignores them. Locked up in the hospital room in isolation until he is ready to enter society again.
But now Warren’s feathers are coming in, and all hell breaks lose for him.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to cringe worthy itches that make his muscles tighten up when he relieves them. Now every few seconds he’s twitching at the feelings ruining up his wings, digging his nails into the pink new skin.
And it’s so EMBARRASSING.
The X Men visit Warren about every other day, making sure he hasn’t murdered Hank. And after just a few days, Warren has gotten it under control enough to hide it from them. He always has been able to keep it a secret in the cage fights and on the streets.
But eventually, it gets so bad he can’t help but dig into a few itches while someone is around. And while everyone knows feathers that are growing in, just look flat out UGLY, it’s even more embarrassing.
He starts off hiding hiding his wings completely, keeping those ugly quills that look like strange needles sticking out of his skin totally hidden. Tucked behind his back and away from unwanted visitors. And then the small vane grow in, making it more recognizable and slightly less weird. The primaries grow a little faster, while the secondaries take the longest.
Which leaves Warren, just a week later, with long, half full primaries that hang low and awkwardly, and little coverts that are white fluffy specks among the hideous quills. Right now they are almost wings. Big and folded, but still semi-bare.
In simple term:
They’re still ugly.
No one’s allowed to see them.
Which makes the fact that this is the time when they are so damn ITCHY and needy a little bit difficult to deal with.
It’s a night when the team has invited Warren along for movie night since he was released from bed rest and officially a member of the school. He agrees, feeling rather lonely and tired of himself, and joins them that night in the living room for a movie marathon.
He made sure to itch his stupid growing wings all day, hoping to satisfy them enough and rub his skin so raw he wouldn’t have to think twice about them tonight. There is no hiding them now, they are too big and everyone will just have to put up with the temporary uglyness.
So as Warren is sitting on the couch, plastered between Ororo and Kurt, and the itching starts up TWICE as bad, he panics.
God, it burns and makes him want to jump up and run his body all over the gross rug on the floor. But he sits still, holding his ground and flexing the muscles to try to dull it.
But it doesn’t go away, and the itching of feathers pushing through skin becomes too much for Warren.
'Fuck it,’ he thinks, and sits forward a little to dig his nails into where his radius is and the feathers are growing slow. He digs away, itching hard and frowning at himself when he’s done.
So it’s fine now. Good. No one noticed, it’s fine. Only- it’s back again. As soon as Warren’s hand leaves his wing.
He now begins to realize his plan today of 'itch itch away and be fine tonight’ has utterly failed; only succeeding in firing his wings up even more.
They NEED fingers digging at them. They NEED that relief. Right now, they say.
'Move the quills,’ they cry to Warren. 'Dig through the feathers, itch the skin, coax these stupid quills into moving along faster, sooth your stupid irritated skin and help them grow Warren. Rub each one, pull on them, make them stop hurting,’ They practically scream to him.
“Dude, are you ok?”
It’s Scott who breaks Warrens thoughts and conversation with his dumb wings, and he looks up to see everyone’s eyes on him.
“Uh, yeah. Why?” He furrows his eyebrows. Don’t let them see it.
'Show them Warren,’ his wings cry to him again before Scott answers. 'Show them so they can pity us and run their hands through the quills and itch them and relieve them, all those hands, all on us at once. Help us Warren, tell them, let them massage and coax those feathers into growing quicker,’
Warren nearly pisses himself at the thought.
“You’re bouncing your foot faster than Peter and gripping your wings…” He’s brought back once again by Scott’s worried voice.
“Oh,” he turns to see each of his hands have a death grip on his wings where the quills are short, and he snorts as he let’s them go. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
But the team wouldn’t believe it that easily, and it’s Kurt who speaks up.
“I vonce read zat birds like it ven you itch and massage their new feazers coming in!” He smiled those pointed fangs at him.
Of fucking course.
“Does that apply to you?” Ororo sits back to ask him and smiles.
“No!” Warren scowls and shifts in his seat. “Of course not, I’m not a damn bird!” But tonight is not his night, and he must really be desperate if they can read him this well.
“Come on! Do they itch? We won’t judge-” Ororo sticks her hand out and before Warren knows it she’s itching at that tight skin between the many quills and small vane.
And Warren just fucking moans out.
He stiffens and bends towards her, his bigger feathers standing on edge and he closes his eyes tight, opening his mouth a bit.
“THEY DO! I KNEW IT!”
He’s not sure who said it, because he’s too lost on the feeling of multiple hands itching their own spots on his giant, desperate wings. They giggle and joke to themselves, asking Warren, 'Where’s it the worst?’ And 'Does it feel good?’ To which he would all reply with a quiet moan and push his wing into the hand, earing a laugh from whoever it is.
“This is so cool-’ Ororo would laugh at the sight of her team mate now sprawled out across their laps, drooling away on her pants.
They would forget the movie and massage and itch and just dig away at Warren’s beginner feathers until each one has had its fair amount of being pulled and played with. And Warren would scream inside for them to stop it, he’s not this weak, he can itch his wings himself damn it! But oh, this just feels so GOOD, and why hadn’t he just let this happen sooner!?
And let’s just say, that about a good two hours into this Disabling Warren Marathon, they look down to see Warren still biting his lip and arching his back into their now nearly numb fingers.
"It was that bad?” Peter would ask and smirk, working on the primary bases which Warren is so thankful for, and the Angel nods.
“Damn. Warren, you could have just told us,” Jean smiles as she says down to him.
Warren would just simply hum, too content and overly stimulated into relaxation and pleasure to even consider forming words.
“This is definitely a thing now,” Peter would say to his team mates,and as much as Warren wants to growl and say 'Don’t even think about it punk,’ he knows his wings have taken over and his body is theirs as they lean into the rough touches of his new friends.
NCT REACTION TO YOU BEING TOO CLOSE WITH YOUR GAY BEST FRIEND
Taeyong: He would usually glare at you both and will always come in between you both. And when he finds out about your friend being gay he’ll just laugh and say,”Oh jinja?hehe..” (He’ll laugh it off)
Doyoung: He would get jealous very easily and would be bold enough to pull your friend away from you too. He is the type who will come out of no where and hug you while saying,”MINE!” When you tel him about your friend being gay he’ll start jumping while saying,”AISH WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS BEFORE!!!”
Taeil: He would not really pay attention that much but when things get more, he’ll start getting jealous but won’t show it at all. He will just smile. He will think about it all the time and finally he will ask you about your feelings towards your friend and when you tell him that he’s gay he will laugh awkwardly and apologize for not trusting you.
Ten: Since he is a really friendly and outgoing guy himself, he won’t really notice it that much because he himself would be with you all the time. He’ll be friends with your friend and would probably know about his sexuality.
Jaehyun: He’ll try making you jealous by being close with his friend(girl) and when you ask him about it he will tell you the reason staright away. And that will be when you will tell him about your friend being gay. He’ll nod and laugh in embarrassment.
Hansol: He will start giving you the silent treatment. He wouldn’t be that jealous, he’ll be more of sad. When you ask him about why he isn’t talking, he’ll just sigh. When you’ll ask him again, he will tell you the reason. You’ll start laughing at him and he will ask you about why you are laughing at a serious thing like that. You’ll kiss his cheek because of his cuteness and tell him about your friend. When he hears it he’ll hide his face because he would feel so stupid.
Johnny: He would stare at you guys with a pokerface and will stay close to you to keep his eyes on you both. His mood will always get bad whenever your friend comes. You’ll notice it and ask him about why he hated your friend and he’ll angrily reply,”Well why would I like that gay friend of yours?Do you not see what he does when he’s with you?” And you’ll reply back,”THAT’S CUZ HE IS…gay..” Johnny’s eyes will widen and he’ll say,”Oh…he’s gay…woah…it wasn’t unexpected though.” And after that you’ll nudge him playfully telling him to shut up.
Yuta: He’ll just roll his eyes at you guys whenever you both will be cuddling and stuff. But whenever you’ll look at him he’ll smile sweetly at you but little would you know that its a fake smile. He will later find out himself about your friend being gay because he is wise enough.
Kun: He would smile at you both but from inside he’ll be really sad. When you ask him about why he was sad, he’ll just smile and say,”Nothing…” but obviously you wont let him go. You’ll ask him again and when you tell him the reason he’ll probably ask you about what gay means. When you explain it to him he’ll just smile while blushing
Winwin: He’ll notice it a lot and would consult other members about it. And they would encourage him to ask you about it. When he does, you’ll tell him the reason…he’ll try to take it in and then smile shyly.
Scottish!Dex headcannon that his family is actually incredibly rich, the most out of any of the SMH. (this got long soz)
Back in Scotland his family’s jobs range between medical scientists, engineers, real estate agents and architects. The Poindexter’s own 7 Chateau that they use as hotels, with one being the family home (for literally all of them) down West. They just had a thing for always saving money and preferred more thoughtful shows of affection than extravagant gestures, hence why Dex always seemed to save his cash up.
All the Poindexter’s know how to fish for everything and anything, however, they focused on lobster as a way to help out the local fisherman that supplied food to their hotels. With lobster being one of the pricier, but most popular menu options, it was always good to have more than any other establishment.
Dex’s dad moved to Maine when he met Elizabeth Walford, a young British engineer who had been staying in one of (what was 4 at the time) Chateau on a family holiday, before she moved to Maine for work. He took her out on the boat, and finding that she could handle the waves, and the rain, and the smell, he decided he just had to go with her.
Using a bit of family money (with permission from grandma Poindexter obviously) he moved to Maine and started his own lobster fishing business. He bought a boat, hired some men, ensured all of his equipment was top notch, and six years later he was married and a father to three kids.
All the kids were taught how to fish, with Dex’s dad knowing full well that anytime they went to Scotland they were all going to get roped into helping out on the boats.
Speaking of going to Scotland, Dex see’s his family every year for Christmas, they alternate each year between gathering at Eastfield UK, on the Walford farm (aka, Dex’s mums side of the family) and at Port Charlotte SCT, at the Poindexter Chateau (aka, Dex’s dads side of the family). With both sides coming together for Christmas, there is about 80 people. It gets intense.
Dex chose Samwell because of it’s extensive IT courses and the amazing hockey team. He applied for a scholarship, not necessarily because his family couldn’t pay, but because he knew that both his mother and father were planning on branching out their business and he knew that they didn’t want money to get tight.
Ever since the Saint Patrick’s Day Debacle That Will Not Be Mentioned happened, Nursey has been acting kind of strange, and Dex can’t really figure out why. It’s possibly because Nursey is going up to Scotland for Christmas with his family. It had been during the dying hours of a kegster that Nursey had excitedly told him that he was going to spend a Christmas with his two mothers (who usually got forced to work over Christmas) as they were going to be staying in some fancy Scottish hotel, and as an early Christmas present they bought him a room and a return ticket. He was going to spend the entire holidays there, and was going to be flying back two weeks before classes started.
Maybe Nursey was worried that they were going to run into each other (highly fucking unlikely, like come on Nurse you should now that Scotland is a lil bigger than a kilometre square), and that Dex was going to ruin his Christmas, which Dex wasn’t going to lie, stung a little.
REQUEST: Can I make a request for you and Warren to be caught snuggling by the squad who don’t know there dating so the guys try giving Warren a talk on leading her on and he gets really offended cause he loves her. That was really specific sorry 😅 PAIRINGS: Warren Worthington III x Reader WARNINGS: cursing LENGTH: 812 Words A/N: Also tagging @kurtwxgners and @phoenixejean cause they’re Warren hoes.
To say that everyone was weary of Warren was an understatement. When he arrived at the X Mansion a month after the battle with Apocalypse everyone was on edge. Nobody knew if he actually wanted to change his ways or just destroy the X-Men.
After a week or so Charles decided he was telling the truth. Once you heard this you felt more comfortable around Warren. You and him became close, sharing stories and talking a lot. One day when the two of you were hanging out he kissed you.