Im back! This ones a short imagine today but part two will be up soon. As always enjoy!
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Some of the guys said that Stan wanted to see me in his office. Great, he probably wants to talk about how I'm 'Not taking important commands' or some shit.I walk into Stan's office and he turns round a computer. It's playing the video I took when I proposed to Katrina.Time skip(till a minute or so into the video)
Then a knife hits the screen. I grab my gun and point it at where the knife came from. I turn around to see a woman around my age holding another two knives. "That's enough Stan!" She says walking over to collect her knife and shutting the laptop. "I told you to wait outside." Stan says trying to belittle her but she pushes back. "And I told you not to show that video." Stan sighs and turns to me. "Rapp this is your new partner Y/N." "I don't want or need a partner." "Well that's good cause neither does she, you'll be the perfect match. Now both of you get to training." I know it's no use arguing with Stan on this so I walk out, Y/N following close behind.Once we start training I can instantly tell that Y/N knows her shit. Her hand-to-hand combat is the best I've seen yet. After an hour or so of training we sit on a log and rest. "Hey, I'm sorry 'bout Stan, I told him not to show that video." She says but I stay silent. "Ok so your one of those silent ones, until you get angry. By the way your a good fighter but you should be more aware of the position of your feet." I look at her properly for the first time. It's weird she has familiar facial features. "Thanks. You surprised me, you could rival Stan with your hand-to-hand combat." She murmurs something under her breath that I didn't catch.
It's quiet for a while after that but something's annoying me about when we first met. "Why did Stan call you by your first name? He only ever calls anyone here by their last." Y/N scoffs. "Stan would like to keep a lot about me classified. I read your file so I know about you. But if I know more about my partner than he does me maybe I should even it out. Right?" I nod asking her to continue. "Y/N. Y/N Hurley." My eyes widen and my jaw drops. "Your Stan's kid?" "Not really I'm his niece. He took me in when my parents died, been training me since I was a kid." "That must have been tough." She seems a bit taken back by this and so was I. Since when did I try and make people feel better? "Er? Yeah it was sometimes, he has a soft spot for me I guess but he's a good guy." After saying that she leaves to go get a shower. I just stay there for a bit thinking about my new partner.
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Dylan O'Brien imagines
Teen FictionJust some cringe worthy imagines about a great actor and the characters he has played. Please bear with me because this is my first time writing imagines and they will be riddled with spelling errors. I hope you enjoy them. Xx Emo_vibes