Ian McKinley Imagines/Headcanons

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ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏʟᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛʜᴜᴅ...ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴜᴅꜱ... ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢʀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ᴀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ... ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ, ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴄʟɪᴍʙɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɪʀ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛꜱ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ 2 ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱɪʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʟᴇ, ᴛʜɪɴ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ, ᴠᴇɪɴʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴀɪʟ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜ...

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"What the fuck?..."

You prop up intrigued as arms grow from outside the window, crawling through your fucking window

The grunting transitions to gasping and panting until a young skinny boy falls through your window,

"Hey- Y/N-", he fumbles to the floor coming in, "agh, hey... wyd?"

I Should've fucking known, Black fluffy hair, black nail polish, pale arms, black clothing,

"What the fuck Ian, can't you just come in like a normal fucking person?"

you drop your guard and lower the bat. Ian stands back up and brushes himself off,

"Where's the fun in that?" he scoffs.

Sitting back down on your bed you feel your heart rate slow,

"You scared the shit out of me-",

"Whoops" Ian chuckles, throwing himself on the foot of your bed and sighs in relief,

"so- what you wanna do?"

"Maybe teach you how to use a fucking door-" you joke

"Idk maybe something...relaxing-"

The night is calm, the breeze is cool, the moon is bright, illuminating the clouds, the streets are quiet, it's perfect,

"Ok...what about going out, we don't have to go far, just... to be outside in cool air, maybe have a butt or 2"

it sounds peaceful, you grin looking back at him,

"you still got those Newports?", You say with a suggestive smile.

Ian returns the smile with a soft chuckle, "mmhm"

After some more debate you finally give in, "alright lemme get My coat-"

You see him light up with excitement as he heads back for the window, "Wicked" 

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