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[kanima-claws]

PLOTTED || @badassxqueens 

THE FEMININE SCREAM that ripped through the air sent a jolt of panic through Jackson’s shoulders. A quick glance over his shoulder and he could see a girl being carried by two guys. She kicked and screamed at them to put her down, but they weren’t letting up. Jackson found himself taking a step over there, but before he could get within helping distance, it was too late.

“1, 2, 3!” 

With arms flailing, the girl hit the water of the pool with a loud slap and a splash. She resurfaced seconds later, pushing her brunette locks out of her eyes as the boys laughed at her.

“Ugh!” She slammed her fists into the surface of the water, a smile on her face, “You guys are assholes!” 

The way they all laughed together let Jackson know that it was all in good fun. He felt some of the tension roll of his shoulders. Coming from a town where screams of terror were common, he was still getting used to the fact that people could laugh without being in real danger. 

College was a much needed change. A break, even. A time to actually have fun without worrying about if letting your guard down would kill you. 

He took a sip from his red solo cup. The liquid burned as it went down, filling him with a much needed warmth. If he waited long enough, the alcohol would kick in and his anxieties would go away.

Eyes scanned over the crowd, looking for a plan of action. He could flirt with the girls lounging by the pool (or the guys tossing the football around in the grass). He could go kick ass in beer pong. He could leave.

Okay, the last one wasn’t really an option—but if the party really blew before he did, he might. 

A loud cheer from the beer pong table drew Jackson’s attention over. Someone made a shot. Big deal. It wasn’t enough to keep his attention and he almost looked away until he caught sight of a brunette girl at the end of the table. He stopped, his eyes narrowing. 

Hold on a second...

He slid through scantily clad bodies as he made his way over to her. He knew that face. The name though, shit, what was her name? Nina? Selena? Elle—

“Elena?” He tilted his head to get a better look. It had to be her. He was sure of it.

[kanima-claws]

[ continued from here x @spider-gwenmaxstacy ]

GWEN.

Shit!

Okay, so she could never leave this room again- good to know.

Of all the people who could have caught her changing, why did it have to be the biggest asshole on campus? And why now? Okay, Gwen. It was time to think through what just happened instead of standing here embarrassed and naked. God, she was like a deer in the headlights.

She needed to cross the road quickly or she was going to get hit.

Okay, first of all, she needed to address this internally. Jackson Whittemore had just seen her change, but was her body all he had seen? Or had he noticed the suit too? Considering he was a dickhead, he probably saw tits and ass and focused on those for the brief period of time that he looked. First, she needed to hide the suit in her backpack, underneath her multiple textbooks, binders, and pencil bags. It made her look like a complete dork, but it also kept people from rummaging in there. They’d just assume there was more schoolwork.

Okay, she had done that, but she was still naked. So, changing was next, unless-

She needed an alibi. If he ended up asking her why she was naked, what would she say? ‘Oh, I’m a nudist?’ Yeah, she didn’t think so. That meant she’d have to regularly do this and that was the last thing she wanted. Unless, she plays coy and says she was ‘secretly hoping’ he’d come in? Gross, but he’d buy it.

Her suit was incredibly cool, but she couldn’t exactly wear underwear under spandex. Not in that suit, no sir. So, here she was. Having been found completely naked by-

Her mind was running in circles.

She said fuck it to wearing a bra and just found a pair of lacy underwear her friend had bought her to ‘actually get some in college’ (thanks a lot, MJ.) and a yellow sundress. Whatever, it was a quick change.

“Look, Jackson-! Fuck.” She sighed, “Please come back. I’m so embarrassed.”

Damn, her Theatre 201 class really helped her sell that last part. She was probably going to find and ask Wade Wilson to help her commit seppuku after this, but she needed to craft the perfect alibi. If there was one person she didn’t want to know about her secret, it was Jackson. Not only was he a dick, oh no, he was also the person who would probably get into the most danger. Not to mention the fact that he constantly picked fights with people. Yeah, not really someone she wanted Spider-Woman to be seen with.

Fuck. Guess she was going to have to play coy- figure out what he knew.

And she couldn’t change in the passive room at this time of night again or he’d make a habit of walking by, she was sure. Whatever, at least he was hot.

Jackson stopped at the sound her voice, his head dropping and a low chuckle coming out of his mouth. It wasn’t the first time he had seen a girl naked, so he wasn’t going to go wetting his pants or anything. He seemed to turn his body around, with little care in the world in the world about how he moved. At her request, mostly just to humor her, Jackson came back to the doorway, resting his hand on the metal door frame. He really wanted to know what her explanation was for this, but first he’d give her a hard time. It was what he did, would anyone expect anything less from him.

“Why? With a body like that you shouldn’t be,” Jackson’s eyes stray from her face down to the yellow sundress she had now put on, not doing anything to hide the fact that he was checking her out. “What? Were you having a little late night spontaneous rendezvous? Was it a dare? Or are you a nudist or something?”

His eyes fall to her backpack, “Ooh, was it a study date?” He lets himself wander into the room, his limbs loose as he circles around her.

“I gotta say, I didn’t peg you for the type, Stacy,” Jackson sucks in a breath and raises his brows, “And an exhibitionist? That’s ballsy.”

He’s still chuckling as he walks over to the water filter, which is why he came here in the first place, to fill up his water bottle. 

“Guess you’re not as uptight as I thought.”

[ohdeer-malia]

| continued from here | ✘ @lostvacvnt​ 

STILES.

SHIFTING the flashlight in his grip, he marched through the woods with reckless abandon. ❝ yeah. ❞ He nodded his head a few too many times before pausing when he saw Malia’s expression, ❝ i mean kinda. i kinda have a plan. it’s like a half plan. partial plan might be more accurate. ❞ Stiles didn’t have a plan, his plan had consisted of searching the woods and hoping for the best. ❝ it’ll be fine. we’ll figure it out, promise. ❞

THE COLD night air bites at Malia’s bare legs. Her arms are crossed, her long, dark brows low. She knows Stiles well enough to know when he’s full of it. She doesn’t have to listen to the tick in his heartbeat to know that Stiles has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. She’s sure they’ve passed this rock at least three times. 

❝Really?❞ She arches her brow, skeptic, ❝Because it sounds like your ❝half plan❞ is going to get us ❝completely lost❞ and ❝fully killed ❞.❞

[ohdeer-malia]

| continued from here | ✘ @lostvacvnt 

STILES lets out a loud laugh at her question before snorting and hiccuping, which only made him laugh once more. Bottle held loosely in his hand, he swayed from side to side, vision blurring. ❝ so much ❞ The words slurred together, ❝ like more than you could ever imagine. ❞ He sets the bottle down on the nearest surface, placing a hand on the wall to help hold himself up, ❝ you’re really blurry but you’re like the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. i’m glad you’re not a coyote anymore. ❞ Another chuckle escapes his lips and he rubs his face with his free hand, ❝ i think i’m wasted. ❞

❝ YEAH, NO KIDDING.❞

Malia envied the drunken state that Stiles was in. Stupid werecoyote healing. What she didn’t envy was the wicked hangover he was going to have in the morning. Thanks, werecoyote healing. She also didn’t envy the fact that she was probably going to be the one that he called at two am when he was hugging the toilet bowl and the alcohol started coming back up. Stupid human bodies.

❝You gotta quit doing this to yourself,❞ Malia picks the bottle up and moves it so that he can’t grab it again. Then it dawns on her—she’s the one being the responsible one.

And wow, it kind of sucks, but what’s she gonna do? Get drunk with him? Been there, failed that. Alcohol tasted disgusting so it’s not like she could simply enjoy it, especially when she couldn’t even have fun. 

❝I’m not gonna keep fishing you out of toilet bowls, Stiles,❞ She tells him, even though she knew that she would, ❝One day, you’re just gonna drown in there.  Is that how you wanna go out? Drowning in a toilet bowl?❞

[kanima-claws]

[continued from here] || @danielle-jenkins || 

DANI.

Danielle wasn’t particularly someone who enjoyed a scene. Yes, she loved being the center of attention, she couldn’t deny that. But she didn’t necessarily like a scene. So, if anything, when Jackson made contact with her and she made contact with the wall next to her locker, the first emotion she felt was annoyed.

To any onlooker, they’d be shocked. He was being so rough with a girl. But Danielle wasn’t just a girl, she could handle her own. Her first reaction was to growl lowly under her throat, flinching a bit from the contact.

She opened her eyes to meet Jackson’s, trying her best not to get too angry and slip up. She might have had less self control than Jackson—eh, actually, nobody could have less self control than Jackson. Once he discarded her like yesterday’s trash, she stood there for a moment while everyone crowded and asked are you okay? do you need anything? what’s his deal?

Christ, people, I’m fine.

With a snarl, she took off after him. She didn’t catch up until they had both reached the upper level of the school, and she grabbed his arm just as forcefully, tugging him into an empty classroom off the path. Slamming the door behind her, she shoved him up against the wall of the whiteboard, her eyes transitioning from a natural blue to an ice blue.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Whittemore?” Dani snapped. “Maybe instead of treating me like garbage in front of the whole school, ask me about it in private, you short-tempered asshole!”

“But it’s alright, not my reputation I’m tarnishing. Pushing a fucking girl around.”

Jackson rolls his eyes so hard his optic nerves might snap. He can feel the uncomfortable metal shelf where the whiteboard markers rest pressed against his lower back. The pain ripples through his spine and only further pisses him off. Markers clatter to the floor. 

“Give me a fucking break,” He barks right back, his steel blue eyes penetrating hers. pushing back against her so he’s not cornered against the board, “You’re not just some poor, defenseless girl, so save the act. If you can dish it out you can sure as hell take it.” 

“What’s the matter, Dani?” He takes another stride forward, tilting his head at her. His bottom lip juts out in a pout, but he doesn’t feel any pity for her. He’s merely mocking her, “You don’t want to air your dirty laundry out in front of the whole school? Don’t worry babe, they’re probably going to find out eventually. 

And then what? You’ll run away, back to Washington or to the next town over, with your tail between your legs? I mean, you’re on the track team, right? You’ve got the legs for it. I think you’ve got enough practice at running off. Unless that’s a big, fat lie too. But hey, you know what? You can craft a new identity for yourself based on more lies since you’re so good at that too.”

[kanima-claws]

[continued from here] || @danielle-jenkins || 

DANI.

Danielle couldn’t help but scowl. The most annoying thing about Jackson Whittemore was how eerily similar he was to her. Their personalities were almost identical, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t annoy the crap out of her.

She exhaled heavily through her nose. “Maybe because I could easily get you suspended for amount of times you mentally undress me per day,” she snapped.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. Opening them again, she said, in defeat. “If I had anyone else to ask, they’d be the first ones. I just need an alibi for the night.”

Jackson lets out a scoff, barely dignifying her response with a glance, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m not undressing you, I’m trying to figure out how such a huge pain the ass can fit in such a small body.”

That was...mostly true. Dani was like him, so he knew that just the slightest bit of flattery would go to her head. He had to make sure she knew just where she stood on his radar—or at least convince her that he didn’t think she was secretly kind of hot. 

“What’s in it for me, huh?” Jackson crosses his arms, tilting his chin up at her, “I’m not feeling very charitable, so you better make it good.”

[glodnyupir]

@zombiers

Roman skeptically looked at his security monitors that faced outside of Godfrey Tower; this kid had been riding by every evening for a week now and stopping. Roman walked outside the front entrance of the building. “Hey Goonie, if you’re so curious about the Tower we have guided towers!” Obviously he was joking, but he knew that ‘up to no good’ look a mile away considering he is always up to no good as well.

[kanima-claws]

[continued from here] || Stiles

STILES.

Stiles’ eyes grew wide as he looked at Jackson.  Jackson who shouldn’t have been here.  He had been walking home through the edge of the woods because his Jeep had broken down again.

Walking home from The Jungle.

Dressed in women’s clothes and makeup.

“Fuck.  You should not be seeing me like this.”

JACKSON OPENS and closes his mouth, looking for something to say, but at the sight of Stilinski it’s almost as if the English language has been knocked out of him. He’s seen Stilinski look pretty ridiculous. Let’s be honest, the guy was a walking disaster. But this...

This...

He doesn’t know what this is.

“I...” Jackson can only shake his head, “I’m gonna be honest, Stilinski, I don’t even know what the hell I’m seeing right now.”