#i was in my highschool gym but there were apartments above it looking out onto the court

[s0fter-sin]

i dreamed about gambit last night and honestly my subconscious peaked right there

#i was in my highschool gym but there were apartments above it looking out onto the court #and i had snuck into one of the apartments and was sitting on the window sill looking at remy on the court #then professer x and magneto walked in looking for remy #they were the james macavoy and micheal fasbender versions like post dark pheonix #but remy looked like how he did in the animated series #anyway i told remy to run and professer x came up to me and asked exactly how much money i had stolen from him #whenever he touched me tho his telepathy would freak out and hurt him so he gave me an evil eye and it calmed down #they asked me to help find remy to return the money and nothing would happen to him #we went to a steal mill and climbed like a million flights of stairs i ended up flinging myself up the stairs soi think ihad enhanced agilit #and erik floated charles up #when we got to the top the roof was like the top of a mountain and a huge cliff #turns out deadpool had managed to capture remy and was torturing him even tho he said it wasnt what it looked like #remy then rolled over the cliff and i ran and pulled a sword from deadpools back and jumped off too #i caught remy and used the sword to stab into the cliff and slow our fall then i woke up #but it was so detailed like normally i dont do faces well but it was 100% charles erik and remy #i wish i had stayed asleep longer it was so cool #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #did you miss me? #he ruined my dream journal

[writteninkat]

ii - rubies?!

word count - 1,903

warnings - mention of scars

"he's so tall and handsome as hell. he's so bad but he does it so well."

index

As you waited for April to come around, you spent your remaining days working out and training your quirk on your own. You didn't want to look for your father nor did you want to bump into him- the only time you wanted to see him was during UA's sports festival where you know he'll be watching so you can rub it in his face how good your life is without him.

As you work out in your apartment building's gym, you can't keep the blond out of your head. Was he doing alright? Should you have asked for his phone number at least? Where did he study? Was he even from this area?

Your mind races and wanders around thoughts about the blond, causing you to trip on your own feet on the treadmill. Before your hands come in contact with the running deck, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, saving you from the fall but not from the embarrassment.

You take a few moments to stop and think about what just happened, allowing the whole thing to just sink in. I almost tripped because I was thinking about some guy. Stupid mistake.

Your savior puts you down beside the treadmill, hands immediately letting go of your waist. "You okay?" Despite having such buffed-up arms, he had such a sweet voice. You look to your right, checking to see the face of your knight in shining armor.

"My name's Izuku Midoriya." He smiles widely, extending his hand towards you. You take it, smiling back. "Y/n L/n, and yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for saving me, I could have attended my first day in UA with a bandage on my forehead." You chuckled, watching the guy's facial expression turn into excitement.

"No way! You'll be attending UA? That's crazy so am I!"

Your eyes widen, finally someone I can be close to in that new school. "What class are you in?" You move to turn off the treadmill, picking up your water bottle from the floor. You unscrew the cap, taking large sips as you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Class 1A."

The water backfires, going down the wrong pipe. You cough out the water, rubbing your chest in pain as Midoriya pats on your back in worry. "You okay? Again?"

You wave your hand at him, coughing a few more times before clearing your throat. "So am I." Your voice comes out rough and broken but still understandable.

For the rest of the day, you chat with Midoriya, getting to know each other as you helped each other work out. Like whenever you needed help with your form, he'd guide you. When he needed more weight on his back as he did push up, you were more than happy to sit on him as you scrolled through your cellphone.

As the end of the day, before the two of you part, he asks for your number so it would be easier to contact you. You kind of regret giving it to him cause he wouldn't shut up about the heroes he looked up to. He was such a hero nerd you found it funny.

When he calmed down and told you good night, you hit the sack yourself, images of the angry blond with beautiful ruby eyes filling your head as you fell asleep with a smile. And honestly, that was the best sleep you've had in years.

You're walking yourself to your new school, heart drumming against your chest. The feeling was a little too nostalgic, it was the same feeling you felt back when you came to UA for the practical exam. It felt like time went by a little too fast. You calm your mind, remembering your mom's text to you earlier that morning, telling you good luck with your first day.

You try recalling your goal- to become a hero despite my father telling me I couldn't. To become a hero, to become a hero to become-

"Hey Y/n!" Midoriya waves at you, his smile as bright as the sun. It's sickening but you shrug it off, it suits his face. "Oh, I hope it's alright if I call you Y/n."

"Only if I can call you Izuku." You wink at him, smiling as you continue your way towards the building. As Izuku rambled on about how nervous he was for today that he couldn't sleep properly, your mind raced back to the thought of the school uniform being uncomfortable.

You were so used to wear pants that showing off your legs seemed taboo to you. Don't get it wrong, you like your legs, you think they're okay. But you've been wearing pants maybe eighty percent of your life that you don't like showing even your knees. You can't sit the way you want with skirts- especially if the way you want is your legs either parted apart as you sink onto your chair or your legs on the desk as you scroll through your phone lazily.

Given that it was school rules to wear a uniform, you decided to cover up your legs with black thigh high instead, cursing at the skirt for being a little bit too short for your liking.

"Here it is." Izuku points up at the board right above the classroom door that read 1A. "I just hope I'm not classmates with Tenya or Kacchan." He chuckles, reaching for the door.

"Tenya? That glasses dude who seemed like someone pissed in his cheerios the morning of the exam?" Izuku nods his head but your mind wasn't at ease just yet. Who the hell was this Kacchan?

Your mind wanders again but your thoughts clear away when you hear two people arguing.

"Take your feet off that desk now." You chuckle, recognizing that voice. You mentally send a sorry to Izuku's way.

"Hah?" And that voice too!

You look up, scanning the room and looking for your two new classmates who were arguing. Iida's back covers who he's getting mad at, forcing you to step inside the classroom to get a better look.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin."

"You're kidding me right? Your old school put a stick in your ass?"

As you thought, that voice belonged to the same guy who's been infiltrating your head ever since you met him. Day and night. However his attitude caught you off guard, he wasn't this rude when the two of you met.

"Rubies?" You say out loud, the blond, or as Izuku calls him, Kacchan looks your way, eyes widening at the sight of you in the same classroom as him. His once smug expression is wiped off his face as he stares at you, completely taken off guard.

Tenya and a brown haird girl who looked a little too much like Kirby approached Izuku and they began talking to him. You, in the other hand, are being pulled out of the classroom by the blond. His hand still as soft as you remember, his grip isn't even that tight around your wrist. Just enough to tug you to where he wanted to bring you without hurting you.

The two of you stand right outside the door leading to the back of the classroom. He turns around, smug expression completely gone and replaced by confusion.

"You never told me you went to UA." He says, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he leans his side on the wall. You cross your arms on your chest, leaning to the side as you rest most of your weight on one leg. "You never asked." The two of you look at each other in silence for a few moments, your heart going haywire in your chest as he keeps his eyes on you. Such eyes that could keep you in a cage of trance forever.

Bakugou opens his mouth but before he could get a word out, a tired voice cuts him off. "Get inside the classroom." He tired-looking man with unkept hair and peach fuzz tells you both. Was he the school janitor? Nevertheless, the both of you walked back inside the classroom, Bakugou's eyes silently telling you that the two of you were going to finish the conversation later.

You sat down on your seat, eyes following the same tired-looking man as he stood in front of the class. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on."

He hands all of you your PE uniforms, telling you all to quickly change into them. You follow the girls to the changing rooms and you hang your PE uniform on your locker, already unbuttoning your uniform but you stop yourself.

I can't show them that.

A girl with long black hair, similar to yours, looks at you from the side, her expression questioning. "I don't think Aizawa sensei is okay with late students. You should quickly change."

You wrap your hands around yourself, cringing at the thought of other eyes on your body. The girl's expression changes into a softer one and she smiles, "Don't worry, nobody here will judge. All bodies are beautiful the way they are."

Exactly, yeah. If these girls were going to be your second family until you graduate highschool, you shouldn't be afraid. You can trust them, right?

Slowly, with slightly trembling hands, you begin unbuttoning your uniform. Taking a deep breath in, you slip your long sleeve down your body, showcasing the many scars that littered all over your back.

You can feel the atmosphere change into a silent, much colder one and your thoughts begin to race. Was it wrong for you to show them this? You've only been together for a few hours, how could you show such a vulnerable side of yourself?

Your eyes squeeze shut, ready for the comments and snickers but instead you hear a squeal. "We have the same bra!" A pink girl squeals, pointing at her pink lacy bra. A smile creeps onto your face as the girl extends her hand towards you, "I'm Mina Ashido. Nice to meet you, twinnie!" She perks and as soon as you take her hand, she shakes it softly before pulling away.

You quickly dress up into your PE uniform, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. "Woah, L/n! The white streaks on your hair look so cool! Where did you get them done?" Mina asks, completely taken by your hair, her eyes sparkling as you flushed at her compliment. No one has ever complimented your hair so genuinely like that before, makes you feel kind of proud having it.

"It's actually natural. My dad has black hair and my mom has white." The girls begin to ooooh and soon after, you all have reached the fields. Aizawa stands beside a white square with a device in his hand, patiently waiting with lazy eyes on his students.

"You should put your hair up like that more. I think the white streaks are cool." Bakugou tells you, his eyes and face forward as he listens to Aizawa talking.

You wouldn't tell him, but his words had your stomach feeling weird things and you feel your face slowly heat up. You swallow whatever you were feeling and face forward.

"Don't tell me what to do, rubies."

You had to buy more ponytails.

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #bakugou bios #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bnha imagines

[satendou]

⟼ dreamscapes

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⇢ pairing: kuroo/reader

⇢ au: agedup!au

⇢ summary: you wake up from a nightmare and kuroo comes to find you

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: smut, overuse of petnames, praise, no prep

⇢ word count: 1960

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⇢ a/n: unedited and yes it was inspired by the dream. there might be some projection going on here.

everything was foggy, grainy for some reason as you stood in the doorway of the school gym. there was no sound, though you knew there was a volleyball game going on behind you while you stared out into the night.

the only thing you somehow knew with crystal clear certainty was that kuroo was there, standing right behind you for some reason. you couldn’t turn to look at him, but his hands were on your shoulders. his voice wasn’t his own but you knew it was him as he told you that you were never good enough for him, that he’d found someone better, that you should leave before you made things worse--

you awoke with a start, heart thudding in your chest as you tried to process what was going on. the dark was disorienting in your half-awake state, the shadows spinning and forming indistinguishable shapes until your eyes adjusted, finally able to make out your surroundings.

you were laying in bed beside kuroo, your partner of five years, in the apartment you’ve shared with him for three. highschool was long behind you, but the dream lingered, filling your sleepy mind with all manner of insecurities and questions. you had always felt secure in your relationship, for the most part-- minus the small hiccups here and there that came with any relationship, of course.

your eyes fluttered closed only to replay the dream over again, taking it further and further by actually breaking up, fighting with him, moving out and trying to start afresh. tears pricked your eyes, opening once again to stare up at the ceiling for only a moment before you were getting up.

the door opened with the smallest creak, your footsteps light as you padded down the hall to the living room. you blinked in the bright light when you flicked it on, looking around at the home you had made with kuroo, fighting to remind yourself that it was just a dream. 

yet, as you sat down on the couch, turning on the tv to try and distract yourself, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. part of you wanted to go back to bed, curling up against kuroo and letting him chase your fears away. the other part kept you rooted to the couch, staring down into your reflection in the water while you worried about things you didn’t need to. you didn’t want to go lay down only to replay fake scenarios in your head and scare yourself.

“sweetheart?”

you almost jumped out of your seat at kuroo’s soft, sleepy voice coming from the doorway, whirling around to look at him. your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him-- shirtless, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and so handsome it almost hurt.

“did i wake you?” you asked, forcing a smile to your face. it wasn’t as hard when he was right in front of you, padding towards you wearing a concerned frown.

he shook his head, cupping one of your cheeks in his hand while the other carded through your hair. your eyes were red, meeting his with a sad, pleading look, asking him for something he didn’t understand. “no, baby. i reached out for you and you weren’t there. what’s wrong?”

his touch on you did wonders, pushing the dream and your nasty thoughts to the back of your mind as you leaned into his hand. you blinked, your smile falling slightly. “it was silly. i had a dream and couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“come here, princess,” he said, reaching out towards you. you went willingly enough, curling yourself into a ball, hiding your face in his neck. “what was the dream about?”

laughing, your face heated up. you were feeling sillier by the second, with his arms wrapped around you and his rough, just-woken-up voice in your ear. it was clear you had nothing to worry about and relaxed into his hold. “we were back in highschool, at a volleyball game-- at night, for some reason. it was like midnight.”

kuroo laughed at that, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer.

“yeah, i don’t know,” you said, trailing a finger up his arm. “anyway, i was standing in the doorway to the gym, not even watching the game and you left-- the game? in the middle of it? and broke up with me. said i wasn’t good enough and some other stuff. it was just a dream.”

kuroo huffed in exasperation, tilting your chin up so he could look you in the eyes. “it was just a dream. i love you, _____. don’t forget that.”

his lips touched your forehead, chapped but warm on your skin. they trailed down over your temple and cheek, pausing to kitten lick the tip of your nose which made you laugh and smack him, before landing on yours.

your lips parted, tongue gliding against his with a moan. he still tasted faintly of mint from when he brushed his teeth earlier that night, morning breath not quite set in yet.

“don’t start that, princess,” kuroo whispered even as he maneuvered you to straddle his hips. “it’s late.”

“mhm,” you said, trailing kisses down his cheek and the column of his throat. latching onto his pulse point earned you a hoarse groan, his hips bucking up into your panty covered core. “tetsu, please.”

“you’ll be the death of me, kitten,” he whispered, grinding your hips down against him once. “sit up for a sec.” tugging his pants down his thighs, his cock sprung free, already drooling precum down his shaft. your hand wrapping around it caused him to his, head tipping back as he said, “look what you do to me, pretty girl. just you, no one else.”

even though you knew what he was doing, it still caused your heart to skip a beat. he was so good to you, always knew just what to say when you needed it without even having to think about it. your hand moved in languid strokes, watching his face contort in pleasure. any thoughts of your dream were gone, your mind filled with the aching desire to be filled with kuroo’s cock, to be surrounded by nothing but him.

“shit, wait--” he said, trying to stop you as you pulled your panties to the side. it was too late though, a startled moan spilling from him as the head of his cock slipped inside of your tight pussy. “fuck, fuck. careful, kitten.”

your breath hitched, hand tightening around the base of his shaft while his hands held you up, keeping you from taking more than you could handle. tears pricked the corners of your eyes, the stinging stretch of his cock filling you up almost too much to handle. your cunt fluttered around him, drawing more raspy noises from him as he watched his cock disappear inside you. 

“tetsu, you feel so good,” you whispered, your hips finally meeting his. his head dropped to rest on the back of the couch, face twisted into a pleasurable grimace at the tight fit. “i love you.”

“love you too, pretty girl,” he grunted, rolling his hips up into yours. you were too tight for him to do much else, but his thumb found your clit after a moment, rubbing sloppy circles around it. “need you to relax so i can fuck this pretty pussy. you want me to take care of you, right?”

you nodded, whimpering as you rocked back forth, seeking more friction. it wasn’t enough just to have him in you, you wanted him to remind you who you belonged to, to make it so you could never doubt him again. “take care of me, tetsu,” you begged breathlessly, digging your nails into his shoulders. “please, i need you.”

“come for me then, pretty baby,” he whispered, cock twitching when you squeezed down around him. you were dripping down his balls, smearing a mess across his thighs with every roll of your hips. before he knew it, you were lifting yourself off him and dropping back down, causing his breathing to stutter and his fingers to falter. “fuck, just like that. good girl,” he breathed, helping to guide your movements.

his fingers left your clit in favor of gripping your other hip, forcing you to grind your clit against his curls every time your hips met his. 

“can’t, tetsu,” you babbled, your legs giving out after only a few minutes of bouncing.

without missing a beat, he tipped you over onto the couch, locking your legs around his waist and bracing himself on his elbows above your head. sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath coming in pants as he set a pace that made your head spin. “you feel so good, kitten. you’re so beautiful taking my cock like this, i can’t get enough.”

a stream of babbles fell from your lips, his name mixed with begging for more, harder, faster, anything he would give you. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down flush with your chest, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“just like that, tetsu, please,” you cried, back locking up when his cock brushed the swollen, sweet spot inside you. you teetered on the edge of coming, tugging painfully on the tangled black strands of hair in your grasp. “please, please, please--”

“come for me, princess,” he growled, hitching one leg up onto his shoulder and stuffing himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “now.”

your lips parted in a soundless cry as the wire snapped, heat flooding through you as you came. he didn’t let up, fucking your pulsing cunt through your orgasm until your legs trembled from overstimulation. your back met the couch again, body feeling like jelly as he thrust a few more times before spilling inside you, filling your womb with heat.

“i love you,” he whispered once, then again and again. he could feel the mess dripping out of you, down onto the couch, but couldn’t bring himself to move. he gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes, smirking at the way you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“love you too, tetsu,” you whispered, giving up the fight and letting them flutter closed. “‘m tired now. can we go back to bed?”

laughing, he said, “let’s get you cleaned up first.”

once he had you cleaned and bundled in his shirt again, he deposited you on the bed, climbing in beside you. you were on him an instant, making a sound of contentment as you curled as close as you could physically manage to him.

“needy, aren’t we, baby?” he teased, even as his arms came around you. your arms were around his neck in a way he knew would make them go numb shortly, head tucked under his chin so your warm breath puffed across his neck. he could feel the small kisses you were leaving against his skin and smiled.

“mhm,” you murmured in agreement, trying to cuddle even closer, though it was impossible with the way you were molded to him. “don’t leave me, tetsu.”

“never, sweet girl,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers up in your hair and pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m yours forever.”

“really? forever?” you asked, cracking one eye open to peek at him. “careful, i might take you up on that.”

laughter rumbled in his chest, his forehead coming to rest on yours. “you won’t hear me complain. now go to sleep. you wore me out.”

your eyes closed, breath mingling with his as it evened out, a small smile remaining on your face. the images that flickered behind your eyes were all pleasant, not even a hint of your previous nightmare lingering in your mind as you fell asleep in kuroo’s arms.

⇥ masterlist

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #.dreamscapes

[ceo-of-daichi]

Characters ~ Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader, Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader

Summary ~ Just some fluffy headcanons about what these 2 would be like for your birthday :)

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ Swearing, Slightly Suggestive

Word Count ~ 1.5k

A/N ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @super-noya !! Hope you have the best day and enjoy these fluffy headcanons🥺

Ok so this man is not one for extravagant acts of love and affection like I feel Suga would be! 

He just wants you to have a good time and enjoy your special day because he really appreciates you

SO hear me out, I feel like he would go to your friends and start to organise a surprise party

Fully organising it for weeks before, he wants everything to be perfect

Why do I feel like he makes bunting for it, and banners? I feel like he is hands on, he wants you to know that you are loved by everyone and this is the perfect way

Gets to the point that you almost catch him making the banner and he legit has never moved so fast in his life, quickly spinning you round and walking you out the room.

‘Hey Keishin, what you want for…’ Before you could finish your sentence he had turned you around. ‘K-Keishin what the fuck are you doing?’ You asked as he pushed you down the hall away from his room. 

‘Oh i just.. Erm, I thought we could make dinner together? A real couple bonding experience you know?’ He smiles through his rapidly thought up plan.

‘But you're a shit cook,’ You state, raising a brow at him and laughing slightly.

You are so confused the whole time, he starts acting hella weird on occasions and honestly you have no idea why. He was suddenly trying to keep you busy a lot more than usual...was he cheating on you? Basically you start to worry

He sets up the school gym, hanging his homemade banners and bunting. The boys and your friends help him (you don’t go to Karasuno because that would be pedophilia HOWEVER you know the boys through Ukai and therefore the gym is the perfect place)

ALSO lots of balloons that Hinata and Kags spent the whole day blowing up, Tsukki kept laughing at Hinata because he could NOT tie a balloon. This meant Tsukki now got left to tie all Hinata's balloons.

You get slightly worried because all you received from your boyfriend was a simple text in the morning saying ‘Happy birthday love! Hope you have a good day.’ 

You also received a text from your friends that said ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Be ready for 7pm we are taking you out!’ 

Ngl low key sad that you weren’t going to see your boyfriend that day! SIKE.

Your friends pick you up for 7 and they walk you to the gym, because you don’t live far away. 

Confused af because… WHY are you at the school gym, when you left highschool like 3 years ago.

Open the double doors to reveal all your friends, the volleyball team and Ukai.

Honestly almost had a heart attack, but you quickly hugged your friends before running over to Keishin and giving him a BIGGG hug and a lil kiss

You had a bomb ass time, they all got you little gifts which were super cute! 

Keishin definitely is someone I feel goes above and beyond for gifts like, something you really need, or something hella practical you didn’t know you needed.

Like… a chainsaw or something you get my point

So you are really grateful for what he gets you and from that you can tell he really cares and pays attention

At the end of the night you thank your friends because you have had an amazing time but they are like… it was mainly Ukai

This kinda shocks you

So you thank him! And also I feel like he would really say happy birthday with soft sex after :3

‘It was really Keishin that organised all this?’ You questioned, unsure why he hadn’t said anything. He was letting other people take the credit for something he worked really hard on, sounds like him.

‘Yeah, he roped us in but he worked on all the decorations and cake.’ Your friend says as she picks up her bag to go. Waving her off you go to confront your boyfriend. Sauntering up to him with your arms crossed over your chest and a brow raised, you began to speak.

‘So… this was all you huh? How come you didn’t say anything honey?’ You gave him a playful glare.

He chuckled and moved closer to you, ‘Mainly because i didn’t want you to call me that…’ you saw the blush appear on his ears as he stood inches away. 

‘I thought you loved that nickname babycakes’ You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. You knew he hated pet names; this was the perfect revenge for letting everyone else take credit for his work.

‘You know I hate your pet names love…’ He whispered before catching your lips with his, hooking his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you melt into the kiss.

‘Happy birthday [y/n]…’ He said after pulling away from your lips to start roughly kissing your neck. You had a feeling this is where your actual birthday gift was about to be given.

I feel like Suga is hella big on birthdays, like he wants to make it the best day for you (as you deserve)

So he probably starts off waking you up early with a balloon in his hand, softly singing happy birthday (even if he doesn’t live with you he will find a way into your apartment or house)

Soft kisses all over your face when you awake, whispering how he has the whole day planned for the both of you

Suggests you wear something summery before leaving you to change

He is DEFINITELY someone who has pre prepared your favourite breakfast so when you come out your room all you can smell is food.

After yall have eaten breakfast and chatted for a bit allowing you to wake up, he leads you to your car, not letting you know where he is taking you

KING of being cute af on the drive, either holding your hand or thigh

Why can i see this man taking you to a little seaside town, letting you go into all the amusement arcades and paying for all your games so you can try win an awesome prize

Won’t leave till he has like thousands of tickets bet

HE IS DEFO SOMEONE WHO SPENDS AN HOUR TRYING TO WIN YOU SOMETHING FROM THE CLAW MACHINE LIKE I DON’T TAKE CRITICISM

After yall are done with the arcades ( i also feel like he would wanna play mini-golf?) he takes you to a really cute restaurant on the beachfront

Definitely told them it was your birthday when he booked so they would sing you a song or something like they do in TGI Fridays i love the balloon crowns ok

He requested when he booked that you got a table next to the windows that look out onto the sea because he knows you love to watch the ocean

 But he also pays for the food, even if you insist you should split it (it's your birthday... he ain’t letting you pay for shit)

After you both have had food, he takes you for a walk along the pier (boardwalk) and onto the beach

You both just chat nonchalantly and bask in each others presence, allowing the sea breeze to wash over you

Before you leave he takes for ice cream and you both sit on a bench on the pier looking out

Probably lean your head on his shoulder and be all cute

Then he drives you back home… WRONG he takes you to a cute location and you star gaze

Safe to say its the best birthday you have had in a while

‘Koushi, where are you taking me? I thought we were heading home?’ You question, gazing out at the field where he had parked his car.

‘You really thought your day ended with ice cream huh?’ He chuckles as he got out of the car, running round the side and letting you out. Confused you let him lead you, eventually you got to the top of a small hill that looked over a lake. Sitting down on the grass looking out on the view, you couldn’t help but think about what an amazing day you were having. All thanks to your boyfriend.

The lake was surrounded by greenery, not a house or big road in sight. Your eyes immediately focused on the small forest off to the left of the lake, the trees gently swaying in the wind. You loved trees, and wondered what type of habitats would be hiding inside. It truly was a beautiful place. Especially the stars, the way they twinkled a light gold against the contrasting night sky. You found yourself sighing deeply as you let your thoughts be taken over by nature. As you were lost in thought a soft pair of eyes landed on you, not being able to look away at how engrossed you were with the surrounding scenery.

‘Wow this is beautiful…’ Noticing how the sky wasn’t polluted by light and how clearly you could gaze off into the sky.

‘Yeah… my favourite view’ He wasn’t looking at the sky though… his eyes locked on your figure once again as you gazed off into the sky. Being with you was his favourite place to be.

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[we-arethenewheroes]

I Hate Bullies part3

Stray Kids Felix Imagine

Bully!felix x reader

Synopsis : you just got a scholarship (thanks to your amazing grades and talent at handball) and just got transferred to one of the most prestigious high school in Seoul Korea : Inchang Highschool. But of course, life couldn't be so wonderful. (ft enhypen, theboyz, clc, nct and more)

Part1 Part2 >>

Almost 3 weeks has passed and this afternoon is your first game of the season. You got to know your new teamates, you learnt that the girl who tried to pick a fight with you on your first day is Ahn Jiha, a year below you, and is part of the team. She made it very clear that you don't have your place there, trying to make you trip and fall, stealing your clothes, locking you in the locker room.

As for Felix, he continued to apologise and tried to be nicer to people. That wasn't always easy, but he managed to not fight since you arrived.

You became really close to Eunbin, and she quickly became one of your greatest friend. As for Chanhee, he was very shy the first time he met you, but after Felix's apology, he opened up to you, told everything that happened with Felix, how he met Eunbin, and how greatfull he was that you transferred to this school. You guys cried a lot that day, but became very close after that.

With your tuition, you bought new clothes, and saved a bit for new handball outfits.

You enter the classroom with your new pair a sneakers, greeted your classmates and made your way to your sit. At your surprise, Felix was already at his desk, smiling at you.

"You look really pretty" he says, leans his head on his arm, looking at you.

"Good morning to you too Felix." You say, siting at your desk. Eunbin and Chanhee quickly joins you.

"Today's your first game, right ?" Eunbin says, taking a sit in front of you.

"Yes ! It's just against some school nearby, not a big game, but it's a chance for me to show my level."

"I heard you were really good at handball" Chanhee says, siting in front of Felix

"Haha, I don't know if I'm really good, but my skills got me a scholarship so I guess I'm not half bad" you say, smiling at Chanhee.

"We'll all be hear to cheer for you Y/N, eight Chanhee ?"

"Yeah ! We made banners and signs yesterday, I hope you get really embarrassed but still feel our love and support" Chanhee, making his friends laugh.

"I'll be there too, by the way"

You three turns to Felix.

"We know, Felix, you've been telling the whole school to come to the game, otherwise they'll have to face you." Eunbin says

"Uh- well yeah, I gotta support my girl"

You look at Felix. "Your girl-"

"Well threatening students is not the best way" Eunbin glares at Felix.

"Yeah yeah whatever, it worked soo :)"

Eunbin sighes, knowing she won't win.

You get to the field with your team, the whole school cheering for you. You start the game and quickly realized two things : 1, your opponent are REALLY bad, they have no coordination, the game is already won, and 2, Jiha is trying to do everything to make you fail, which is dumb because your in the same team. I wish she could just leave me alone and focue on the game, she's so stupid I swear.

The game is pretty boring, your team is leading of 10 points, and there's only 1 minute left to the game. You take the ball to score a last point, making a perfect 5-15. You run to the goal, noticing Jiha blocking a player, making the way for you. You run next to her, jump to throw the ball, but feel a arm hit your legs, making you fall forward, hitting your knee hard on the floor. You're pretty sure you heard a loud noise coming from your said knee. You look above you, making eye contact with Jiha smirking at you. This bitch-

You didn't had time to say a word as you saw someone grabbing Jiha's collar.

"What do you think you're doing ?!"

"F-Felix ?.. w-what do you mean, I-"

Felix was looking extremely mad, almost grabbing her off the ground he clearly noticed what Jiha had done. And she seemed very scared.

"I saw you ! You did it on purpose ! I'm gonna make you pay for this"

As Felix put his first up, you quickly grabbed at his arm

"Felix no! Don't do this"

As you touched his arm, Felix realized where he was ans what he was doing, letting go of Jiha who quickly ran away.

Soon afterx the coach arrived, taking Felix aside as you went to the infirmary.

"Lee Felix, what do you think you're doing ? Were you going to punch this student ? And what for, uh ?"

"This girl made Y/N fall on purpose."

The coach seemed shocked "What did you say?"

"I saw it, Eunbin and Chanhee saw it too. She swang her arm and hit Y/N's legs to make her fall. She's been a nightmare to her since she got here. Jiha needs to be punished."

"And why didn't Y/N told me about it ?"

"Because she hates bullies, and don't wanna have to do anything with them.."

The coach sighed. "Thank you for telling Felix, I'll punish Jiha for her actions, but you can't go around and try to beat students up, even if you're very angry, got it?"

To the coach surprised, Felix noded and bowed to her goodbye before leaving.

He ran to the infirmary, not seeing you. He got to his class searching for you, but only found Eunbin packing your stuff.

"Eunbin ! Where is Y/N ?"

"She went to the hospital, apparently she broke her knee, the ambulance just felt, you just missed her."

"Do you know which hospital-"

"You don't need to go, she'll be fine, she won't stay there very long, just the time to get her cast. Also, her uncle is with her. She'll be back tomorrow, okay ?"

Felix looked really concerned, but noded and sat down.

"What you can do is get her stuff to her house, I said I was gonna do it but maybe you'll see her at home ?"

Felix looked at Eunbin, smiling.

Felix was in his car, driven by his driver, looking for your apartment. Felix never visited this part of town, it's just behind his neighborhood, but looks very different. There's no big houses, lights, parcs, here is just crappy apartments, drug dealers, dark allies. Felix gets to your apartment ans knocks on the door, your bags in hand.

To his surprised, a small boy opens the door.

"You must be Y/N's friend, thank you for getting her stuff."

"And who are you?"

"Junho, Y/N's cousin, she's not here, if you're wondering. Thank you for getting her stuff."

Junho reaches out his hand, grabbing your bags, closing the door behind him.

"You're.. welcome I guess.."

The next day, you got to school with crutches. Felix, who was waiting for you at the entrance, quickly grabbed your bag.

"It's fine, I can hold it-"

"No you can't, come on let's go inside."

Felix helped you sit, and got your stuff out of your bag.

"Felix stop." Felix looks at you. "Just- stop."

"Y/N what do you-"

"I can deal with myself, okay ?? I don't need you to hold my bag, are help me sit, or beat someone up. You almost got me out of the team, you know that ?? I could've got in serious trouble, and I still can. This Jiha girl is definitely gonna come after me because of what you did ! So just- leave me alone !"

You were very mad at Felix yesterday, and stilm are. I'll definitely get in serious trouble, jeez why do I have to pay for his mistakes ??

Felix looked at you, looking hurt, but he understood.

She's right... She could've got in trouble...

"I got it, I won't bother you again.. sorry Y/N..."

For the ehole day, Felix tried to stay as far from you as possible. You started to feel bad, was I too harsh on him ?..

The next day, when you entered the class, the same beam of light appeared behind you as the first day Felix met you. You were smiling, with your hair down, blushy cheeks, and glossy lips.

I can't do it. I can't let her go.

"Y/N." Felix says, standing beside you. "I know I saud that I'll leave you alone, but I can't stay away from you.."

"Felix..."

Then, Felix got on his knees, looking down.

"Please forgive me Y/N!"

You strated to feel your cheek go red as you bent down to get Felix to stand up.

"Stop this Felix this is really embarrassing."

You sigh and look at Felix.

"I forgive you, but I really don't need your help, okay ?"

Felix quickly nods "I promise I won't help you!"

You sigh again and go take a sit.

You're walking down the hallway to go to practice, your heavy bag on one shoulder. You see from far away Felix walking, looking down at his phone, and another student, walking quickly with a big pile of papers and books. You soon realise that the student can't see where is walking, and is going straight to Felix, who bumps onto him hard, making the srudent fall.

"Oh oh..."

Felix looks down at the student, emotionless, as he looks at the papers and books.

Felix, no, don't get mad please. You try to run but your knee hurst to bad. You watch the scene, walking as fast as possible to stop Felix from beating the student up.

Felix gets down, reach for the student, grabs him by the colar to get him back on his feet. Thsi boy seem so scared, apologising like crazy, but to your surprise, Felix brushes the dist away from the boy's uniform, and bent down again to pick up the papers.

Uh ?..

"Where are you going with all this?"

"T-t-the t-teacher of-f-fice"

"Let me help you with that."

Felix picks up the pile of papers, giving it to the boy, then grabs the heavy books. He turns around towards you, walking to the teachers office, and notice you.

"Oh ? Y/N, Hi ! Are you going to practice ?"

"Uh? Oh yeah.."

"Hey- can you, wait for me here ? I'll be there in no time."

"O-okay" you say, as Felix strats running to the teachers office, followed by the boy, also running.

You si in the hallway and waits for Felix. Not so long after, Felix comes back, still running. He then crouches in front of you.

"Felix, what are you doing ?"

"Get on my back."

"What ?"

"Come on, get on my back. I saw you struggling to walk, so get one my back."

Felix grabs your back, putting it on his shoulder, and waits for you to get on his back. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he gently grabs your legs. He gets up and walks towards the gym.

"You don't have to do this.."

"But I want to."

"Why ?"

"Because I love you."

"Uh- Felix that's not-" you sigh "it's not because I said that it's love-"

"I know I know, but I already told you, I love you. And I'll make you love me too. I can't let you go, I can't just give up on you."

You feel your cheeks get hotter, and look at him. First the first time, you understand him.

The sun was dancing around his features, you could see his freckles and long lashes. His eyes were glowing as well as his skin. You felt his muscles working, but the time seemed to have stopped.

Arrived at the gym, Felix lets you get down on the ground and hands you your bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N" he says, before turning around to leave.

"Felix wait !"

He turns around back to you, as you quickly kiss him on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow" you say, smiling at him, then going to the locker room.

....what just happened ?

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[shhh-no-ones-home]

bases loaded* highschool!ricky horror x reader

+++++++++ Highschool au woo!

originally i was like ‘hey maybe they could like sneak into an empty classroom’ and then i remembered in my highschool there are batting cages for softball practice in a long narrow room above the gym. also the only way you can get to it is a staircase that goes from the basement at the end of the hall with the art/shop/weight training rooms all the way up to the gym and the batting cages above it, its like a four story staircase. (i know it sounds weird but our school has had a lot of additions over the years, theres a wrestling room in the back of the ‘new’ gym too) but thats kind of where the idea for this came from so if it reads weird or doesnt seem like a normal highschool set up, i promise it is because i lived it, its literally in my highschool lol.

* -  You two sneak off during class to find an empty room (this was  og promt). He has to keep you quiet during a hard fucking so you dont get caught

Song: mrs infamous (my sweetness) by palaye royale

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @musicsexandpizza69 @ryansitkowskiswifey +++++++++

"Meet me at the end of the shop hallway during sixth period."

I replayed that sentence in my mind over and over again. He sounded so needy whispering it in my ear as the bell rang to release us from lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it made me blush each time. I thought about if skipping class would be worth it but it always was. We were seniors after all, which meant what few classes we did have, we didn't have much to do at this point. I rounded the corner and spotted him at the other end of the hallway, smoking out the open window. I walked quickly towards him, hoping none of the art teachers would notice me. When I got to him I smiled.

"Did you miss me?"

I said quietly, making him jump. He sighed out in relief.

"Jesus y/n."

I laughed a little bit.

"You said to meet you. What are we doing?"

He smirked at me before putting his cigarette out on the window sill.

"We, are going to have a little fun."

He grabbed my hand and started towards the stairs.

"Since we haven't been able to hang out after school for the past like two weeks I figured we could have some time to ourselves during. Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do."

I smiled to myself as he looked around, leading me up the stairs once the coast was clear.

"And we're heading to the batting cages because?"

this stair case only went to one place and i had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked.

"It's private, and with it being over the gym no one will hear us."

I raised a brow.

"Oh?"

He sent me a wicked smile before turning back around. When we got to the top he paused, letting go of my hand.

"Isn't it locked during school hours?"

I asked. He just ignored me, kneeling down and pulling two pins out of his hoodie pocket.

"Nothings locked if you try hard enough."

He said smoothly, moving to pick the lock. I smiled to myself as the door popped open and he stood up. He held it and kissed me endearingly.

"After you m'lady."

i smirked at him.

"How thoughtful."

He followed in after me. The whole room was dark aside from the light coming in from the 'windows' to the gym. You could hear the coaches  instructing students, it sounded like they were playing kick ball today which meant we'd be home free in the noise department. i walked along the far wall, making sure no one down below would be able to see us at the angle. there were gym mats littering the floor along with a few racks of equipment and large nets to catch the balls that were hit. in one corner however there was a medium sized table with two chairs behind it, where the coaches usually kept their clip boards and the water coolers and things. today however it was empty. i walked quietly over to it, leaning my hands on it to make sure it wouldnt squeak under my weight. when it didnt make a sound i turned around and slid up onto it, kicking my legs under me and watching ricky as he looked around. by now the gym class had started their game and you could hear the loud sound of rubber being hit and students yelling to their teammates.

"you stalling for a reason kiddo?"

i asked, pulling rickys attention to me. he held his pointer finger to his lips to shush me as he peered out the glass-less window down at the class. he looked back to me after a second and smiled. i watched him intently as he strutted carefully over to me, placing his hands firmly on the table on either side of my thighs.

"you ready to go?"

he asked smoothly, staring into me, his gaze falling momentarily to my lips. i shuddered, running my hands lightly up his arms. i always could get lost in his ocean eyes, the dark makeup pulling me in deeper as he beckoned me with his siren song. i nodded to him before capturing his lips in mine, pulling him to me as i kissed him hungrily. we slowly began making out and i could feel his hands move to my hips, squeezing them gently as he stood up. i detached from him and inhaled deeply, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.

"i love you ricky."

i said a little dazed. he smiled at me before kissing me lightly, his one hand moving to my face to caress my cheek.

"i love you too y/n."

he waited for my response and as soon as i smiled at him, bringing my hands to hold his waist to me, he was back to my lips. i hummed against him as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. as we continued to make out i moved to get his jacket off, unzipping it slowly and pushing it down his arms. he dropped it to the table next to me and returned his hands to my exposed thighs. he pulled away from my mouth, moving down my neck as i snaked my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, just under his black beanie.

"im so glad you wore a skirt today."

he mumbled against my collar bone, making me shudder at his hot breath.

"so am i."

i sighed out, feeling him slip his hand between my legs. he moved his head back up to kiss me as he ran two fingers over my clothed heat.

"so needy."

he said seductively, making me blush.

"i missed your touch."

he moaned low in his throat at my comment before pushing my skirt up quickly and pulling me to the edge of the table. i caught myself, dropping both hands to the table behind me as i leaned back. when i looked down between the two of us i could see his bulge pressed hard against his tight jeans.

"god, i need you so bad right now."

his voice was barely above a whisper. i pecked his lips before looking back down between us. i slowly began to undo his jeans, looking back to his face every once in a while to see his eyes screwed shut as i grazed him, pushing his bottoms down. he breathed deeply, barely opening his eyes as he pulled himself out of his jeans. i groaned to myself as he pressed his member against my thigh, spreading my legs apart and pushing my panties to the side.

"you ready baby?"

he asked lowly. i raised a brow.

"did you bring it?"

he looked confused for a second before realizing what i was asking and pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. when he opened it i could see it was half empty but he had remembered to bring a condom this time.

"got it."

he said, pulling it out and tearing it open. i helped him roll it on before leaning back again. i moaned as he ran himself over my slit, getting my wet over his tip before he guided himself into me. He reached up to cover my mouth with his hand and looking panicked for a second.

"youve gotta be quiet princess, or we're not gonna get very far."

i nodded and he dropped his hand back to the table. i scooted closer to the edge of the table as he pulled halfway out and pushed back into me a few times. as he began thrusting a little harder i brought one leg up to hook around his waist, bringing him closer to me. as he got rougher he finally remembered to take care of me, bring his hand down to circle my clit. i dropped my head back immediatly, giving him access to kiss and suck at my neck again. my eyes screwed shut as he pounded into me, breathing heavily against my skin. i moaned again and he shot upright, covering my mouth as he continued fucking me hard. i looked at him with dark eyes, reaching for his shirt and gripping it tightly.

"ricky."

i moaned into his hand. he decided that wasnt enough though and replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing me roughly as  his movements got sloppier and more uneven. i could feel him twitch as he kept moving, thrusting into me and pushing his thumb against my clit. then i felt it, my vision went blurry for a second as my orgasm wracked through my body, making my thighs quiver against his waist. he thrusted hard one last time before pausing and sighing heavily into my mouth as he came. we both sat there breathing heavily for a second before he pulled out of me. as he was pulling the condom off we both heard a whistle blow from inside the gym, then one of the coaches yelled for the class to clean up.

"you ready to dash?"

he asked, pulling his pants back up and helping me down off the table. i nodded, fixing my panties and my skirt back into place.

"lets hope we dont get caught."

i winked at him, picking his hoodie up and draping it over my shoulders. he smirked down at me, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the door.

"do we ever?"

#wattpad #x reader #smut #Ricky horror #Ricky Olson #miw #one shots #imagines #221

[secretlynestaarcheron]

Cold as Ice - Five 

A/N Thanks to everyone who messaged me about it being up late, I am sorry about that I thought I had it scheduled but I guess I didn’tttt. Enjoy! 

Nesta moved through the ice, she was right that her 9:30 am class sucked, her head pounding from the alcohol and having to deal with her sister last night. She made Mor make a pitstop to make sure her sister got home, walking her to the door and lecturing her on an important life decision which was just met with an eye roll. 

It creeped her out, honestly, that her sister would go for a college guy, especially Tamlin. Even without the school rivalry he was just disgusting. She jumps, moving into a spin, losing her thoughts as her eyes blur. She turns to see Mor run through the lounge moving towards the locker room, Nesta looks towards their coach Morta Queen who was watching Amren with dagger eyes as she worked on a new trick. 

Mor hops along towards the rink as she ties her figure skates, she huffs as she looks up to see Nesta staring at her. “Thanks for being helpful,” she says, stepping onto the ice and glancing towards Coach Morta who was giving Amrem critiques. “Do you think she noticed I was late?” 

Nesta titles her head looking back at Morta before looking back at Mor with an obvious look, “What do you think? She notices everything,” she replies, with a slight shrug, “just have a good excuse ready for when she asks.” 

Mor blows the hair that fell out of her bun and shakes her head, “Does getting coffee with an old friend and not paying attention to the time count?” 

Nesta laughs, sliding across the ice and twisting as she looks back at Mor, “Good luck, Mor,” she murmurs, slipping on her headphones and pressing play on her competition music. She pushes through her performance, knowing that her coach is watching from across the ice. 

“Alright ladies!” Coach Morta yells, clapping her hands while the girls pull their headphones out while moving towards the coach. “I saw a lot of potential and even more mistakes, I want you all to clock in at least twenty times through your routine before our next practice.” 

Everyone groans and turns towards each other, “Everyone, hit the showers, Mor, hit the gym. I want a three mile run done in fifteen minutes for being late,” she says, before turning and exiting the ice. Nesta looks over at Mor and shakes her head while she says, “Yeah, it appears she noticed, I thought it would be worse though.” 

Nesta steps off the ice, sitting down on the bleachers watching her teammates make their way into the locker room while she sips on her water and scrolls through instagram.  Her eyes narrowing at Mors post, Cassian had a key to their apartment? She scowls towards the gym as if Mor could see her, they would have words about that later. 

After a sufficient enough break she gets back onto the ice, every worry about her sister or class work was gone as she moved gracefully over the ice. 

“Pretty impressive, when will I learn that?” Cassian yells, stepping onto the ice with bright white figure skates. She stops when she spots them, pulling out her headphones while letting out a chuckle as he struggles with the difference the skates give. “Wanna stop laughing and teach me something, coach?” 

She shakes her head, moving towards him and reaching her hands out, “Let’s start with some basics,” she replies, moving backwards and she pulls him forward. He looks at her with an “are you serious right now” look, “What? You need to know how to balance before I can show you anything else.” 

“Alright, you’re the coach,” he retorts as they begin to lap around the rink, “I gotta say, I am surprised you are actually teaching me, I really thought you would just throw me into it and make me want to quit.” 

She chuckles, watching his facial expression intently, “Hey, I need a new duet partner and if you’re good maybe I’ll get you to switch over,” she says with a slight shrug as she lets go over his hands. “Ready for some basic technique? I just need you to get comfortable on the ice without having a bunch of pads protecting you.” 

He nods, watching her as she steps one foot in front of the other, lifting her left leg straight up in the air. His arms straight out beside him as his leg holds him up, his other leg only slightly above his knee at a right angle. 

She claps her hand as she stands back up, “That was truly amazing, I really think you're onto something,” she chuckles, as he turns towards her, “Your flexibility sucks, your balance sucks for a skater too, how long have you been playing hockey for?” 

He scratches his head. “Since sophomore year in highschool, so four years,” he says as if that’s something to be embarrassed about but she’s seen him on the ice, she’s seen what he can do during a game. He was brilliant for someone who started so late. 

“How can I become more flexible?” he says. 

She squints at him trying to see if he was being serious or not, “This isn’t that big of deal, I can work around your flexibility.” 

He shakes his head, “No, I should be more flexible anyways, tell me what to do coach.”

“I don’t really have a set routine, I usually just hit up the yoga classes they have here or look on youtube or pinterest for stretching, and make sure you stretch after every workout.” Her eyes narrow at that last part because she knows none of them do. 

She coaches him for a few more minutes before the rink workers yell at them to get off because free skating ended twenty minutes ago. She hates herself for saying what she says next but she did have fun today and they do have a bet, “When is it my turn?” 

He turns towards her shocked, “I didn’t think you’d ask willingly,” he pauses thinking, “Wanna meet here on Tomorrow  around 6?” 

“I work Tomorrow night,” she replies frowning. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, 6am not pm,” She frowns at him, “You want me to get her at 6 am?” 

He nods as he makes his way towards the men's locker room, ‘I’ll even bring you coffee,” he calls. 

“I like Iced Caramel Macchiatos!” She yells at him before the door shuts, closing them off from one another. She moves towards her own locker room, a new spring in her step.  She glances around the empty lounge, pulling out her phone to text Feyre, she had seen her creepying around before practice and wanted to make sure she got home safe. 

As she pushes the door open, she looks down as her phone buzzes a new message from Feyre: Surprisingly, you were right, Tamlin sucks. Rhysand gave me a ride home. 

Nesta shakes her head at that, deciding to get more into that tomorrow. Rhysand wasn’t a bad guy so he had Nesta stamp of approval. 

#nesta archeron #nesta and cassian #nesta archeron au #nessian fanfiction #acotar #acomaf #sjmaas #cold as ice #nesta x cassian #feyre archeron #rhysand #morrigan

[pemini]

Masked | Mark Lee

「 every ‘what if’ and ‘I wish’ amounted to him 」

⇢ Word count: 3,103

⇢ Genre: fluff, comedy, some angst

⇢ Warnings: swearing, fire

⇢ Pairing: Spiderman!Mark x reader

You have always been a terrible cook. Your mother's failed attempts to teach you how to cook rice back when you were thirteen brought that to light. The first time, the rice burnt to literal ashes, and the next, it was barely edible. At sixteen, you tried baking a cake for your best friend Donghyuck’s birthday, only to end up being seconds away from burning your house down. It was no surprise to anyone, but yourself, when one of your culinary endeavors really did result in flames. It was in your and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, at the age of nineteen.

You and Donghyuck had known each other since you were born. The two of you proudly boasted that fact with the framed pictures of both of you in diapers, bathing in the same tub, celebrating your birthdays together and graduating highschool in the same class all placed around your apartment and hung up on your walls. In first grade, Donghyuck became friends with Mark, resulting in great jealousy on your part, because Mark was “stealing” your best friend. That problem solved itself, and the three of you became inseparable. Mark made frequent appearances in the pictures around the house, as well as your apartment itself, since he spent more time in it than in his own. Despite your apartment being his second home, he refused to live with you and Donghyuck, partly because you were both extremely messy and loud, but also because he knew he would “get sick of you” if he saw you that frequently. At least, that’s what his excuse was.

Mark was an extremely busy nineteen year old. In fact, you would argue that he’s too busy for a nineteen year old. With him being a biochemistry major, it was no surprise. His apartment was littered with notes and diagrams and he rarely left his home without at least one of his textbooks, in case he had some time to do some extra revision. On top of all the studying, he always seemed to be at the gym. It was almost as if his own home was a pit stop between school, the gym and you and Donghyuck’s apartment. It was never a surprise when he cancelled on study sessions and arcade hangouts last minute, at some point you stopped asking why and simply blamed it on his busy schedule.

It was just past sunset when you decided to bake cupcakes, for no particular reason but sheer boredom. Donghyuck was holed up in his bedroom playing video games and Mark was too busy to come over, leaving you to entertain yourself. You looked up a recipe online, making sure to add “for beginners” at the end of the search. After all, you weren’t completely unaware of your talent for messing up your cooking- but, you were optimistic. Hence, you choosing to bake for fun in the first place. Two hours of “perfecting” the (awfully clumpy) batter later, the tray went into the oven. You patted yourself on the back for your efforts, and smiled at the thought of the perfect cupcakes that you would rub in Mark and Donghyuck’s faces in half an hour. Five minutes later, you were sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. Not long after, your slumber was interrupted by Donghyuck’s frantic screams and the deafening sound of the fire alarm. The kitchen was in flames. Donghyuck was emptying water bottles on the growing fire while shouting at someone on the phone. He was a great multitasker.

“That dumbass tried baking and fell asleep, who the fuck does that? She hasn’t even woken up.” You bolted up from the comfort of the couch, now in complete panic, and began running around the two bedroom apartment in search for a fire extinguisher. You could hear Donghyuck’s obnoxious voice over the blaring fire alarm and the sound of the approaching firetrucks, which did not help your case.

“I am literally going to burn to death because I’m roommates with a crackhead who can’t cook, I’m going to die, Mark, this is how I die-“ In the midst of his rant and water bottle emptying, his sleeve caught on fire. His voice had already risen up three octaves and his water bottle supply was proving useless, and now the poor boy was on fire. “Y/n- Oh my God, where the fuck are you?”

“I found the fire extinguisher, I’m coming- fuck, wait-“ You screamed back, scrambling into the kitchen and tripping over your own feet. You looked up to see Donghyuck flailing around wildly, which would’ve made for great entertainment if you weren’t trapped in an oven.

“Hurry up I’m on fire I’m burning I’m going to die- Mark! He hung up, I’m going to die alone-“ Just as you began extinguish him, you heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by the sound of the door being busted open as firefighters stomped into your apartment.

You froze in place, the orders barked by the firefighters barely processed in your mind, the smoke settling into your lungs and your watering eyes proved to be too much of a distraction. Your breathing had long sped up, shortened and frantic, you could barely see your own hands amidst the smoke. Just as you were about to break into full panic, you felt a pair of steady arms wrap around your waist. Mere seconds later, you were lifted off of the ground in someone’s arms, with your cheek flush against their chest. You were faced with New York City’s landscape, the buildings that towered over you were now at face level. The night was no darker than usual; not quite moonlit, yet not as artificial as it seemed to be. For a second you could see the silhouettes of strangers inside the buildings surrounding you, the potential wonder of “can they see me to?” Had no time to be fulfilled, as you closed your eyes and screamed as if it would change the fact that you were already midair. You were dangling between buildings in the strangers arms, not flying, just dangling. You held your savior closer, mumbling prayers for safety.

“You okay?” The male chuckled. His laugh reverberated through his chest, eliciting chills in your entire body. The familiarity of his voice silenced you. It was warm; soothing, almost making you forget about your situation. You finally took a moment to breathe before opening her eyes, only to be greeted by a vibrant mask.

“What the fuck,” You exhaled, studying the mask’s large white eyes and its web detailing. “you’re Spiderman?”

“Yes, I’m Spiderman.” He giggled. “And you are?”

“I am a big fan.” You let out a clumsy combination of a sigh and a giggle, “and you’re Spiderman.”

“Yes, I think we’ve already gone through that.” Just as those words left his lips, the wind stopped blowing through your hair and the comforting pressure of his arms around your waist ceases. He gently placed you back on the ground, and although you failed to notice the close proximity, you were mere centimeters apart and his hand lay resting on your waist. You forgot your arms still laying on his shoulders with your fingers tangled behind his neck, too distracted by the warmth of his body and the faint outline of the eyes behind the mask. As well as the shock of being meters above the ground and caught in a fire minutes earlier.

“What the fuck?” Donghyuck’s voice snapped you out of your daze. The hand on your hip suddenly felt heavy, as well as your newfound awareness of your arms around the superhero’s neck. Both of you hastily pulled your hands away from each other, placing them awkwardly at your sides as you turned to Donghyuck. “So, you’re telling me that the Spiderman had the time to save you out of a burning building, but I was left to burn to death?” He pointed his finger accusingly, first at you, then Spiderman, and then placed it solemnly on his chest. You reminded yourself not to roll your eyes- just to save yourself from another influx of drama.

“I have two hands, and I doubt you would’ve enjoyed hanging onto my leg.” He laughed, stretching his arms as he spoke. “Besides, you look fine!” The way his shoulders shook when he laughed could’ve given you deja vu. His movements, his scent and the wight of his arms that were once around you formed into an unknown syllable at the tip of your tongue. It was as if you’ve collected every puzzle piece, yet couldn’t fit any of the pieces together.

“Sure, whatever. I’m gonna go call Mark so he can pick us up. We’re staying over at his place tonight.” Donghyuck said. He looked you up and down, smirking to himself. “Too bad you can’t get changed.” Your eyes widened the second you looked down at what you were wearing. Your oversized 2011 Justin Bieber t-shirt with matching purple pajama bottoms and crocs were your go to stay in outfit. In your defense, you could have never predicted that your kitchen would light on fire and that Spiderman would break in and save you. Yet in that moment, you still deeply regretted buying those pajamas back in 2011.

Much to your discontent, Spiderman directed his attention to your clothing as well, laughing. “I know I just saved you out of a burning building and all, but are you really wearing crocs?”

You scoffed, lightly pushing his chest. “They’re comfortable! You’re wearing spandex.”

Just as he was about to reply, the song Love Yourself by Justin Bieber started playing. Right from his spandex pocket. Spiderman glanced at you briefly before he took the phone out of his pocket, reluctantly answering the phone call. The syllable caught in your tongue turned to a word, the puzzle pieces slowly clicking together. You could hear Donghyuck’s voice on the other end, talking about staying over for the night.

“Mark?” He turned to you at the mention of the name, telling Donghyuck he would be on his way and ending the call. His head was hung low as he took a few steps closer to you.

“That’s me.” His replied. The confidence that radiated off of him ceased, instead replaced by tense shoulders and fidgeting fingers. “Can we talk somewhere else?”

The walk to wherever Mark was taking you was silent, an unusual contrast to almost every moment you spent together. Mark was in a constant fit of giggles over something you said or did, and vice versa. Every conversation you had led to another, and you were both convinced the you would never run out of things to talk about. Every word between you was already said, except for three words you kept dear to yourself. Mark meant a lot to you, more than you would like to admit. At some point, you considered it almost embarrassing how big of a role he played in your life. The situation in which you met was nearly as awkward as this one- the cliche ‘guy spills coffee on a girl in a café, promises to make it up to her, they end up as lovers’ trope- except, you were not lovers. Although, the line between best friends and lovers was terribly blurred in everyone else’s eyes, (especially Donghyuck’s, who never misses the little smile dancing on your lips when Mark says something stupid, or the way Mark’s eyes shine when you trips over your words.) neither of you noticed that there should have been something more in your story. The coffee spill should’ve lead to a date, which should’ve lead to a kiss, which should’ve lead to more. Alas, your story was never meant to be generic, and at the point you were at, there was no changing it.

Mark lead you into a secluded alleyway, pressing his back against the wall with a sigh. You stood in front of him, the past events replaying in your mind all to form a singular question. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to- I swear to God- there were so many times when I was alone with you and I just wanted to tell you but I- I couldn’t do it.” At that moment, everything about him screamed uncertainty. From the tapping of his foot and his fidgeting fingers, to his shaky voice. You’ve known Mark longer than you’ve really known yourself, yet you’ve never seen him like this- so insecure, so.. apprehensive. You could tell he had stressed about this exact moment millions of times before, that the outcome could break him. “I don’t want you to see me differently.”

“Mark, this doesn’t change how I see you- ” You paused, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. The same way this exact moment clouded his mind daily, it made home in your mind as well. Thoughts about the day you tell Mark how you feel were constant. They took place in a considerable amount of your daydreams, they intruded your less stressful thoughts while you conversed with Mark, and they occasionally popped up when you should have been focusing in class, only making it harder for you to pretend that you were fine with being “just friends”. In fact, the thought of you and Mark being nothing but friends, the thought of watching him fall in love with someone else, that thought clung onto your lungs like an iron fist and you were just about to run out of oxygen. “You’re my best friend. I don’t care if you’re half spider, or whatever. I just want to be there for you, can’t you see that? I do everything I can just to show you how much I care about you- how much I fucking love you- and it just feels like a waste, because you weren’t even honest with me. You hid half of your life from me, Mark, and it hurts.”

“You love me?” He barely whispered, his body went still, looking at you through his mask expectantly. The fist around your lungs tightened and you could feel your heart drop right beneath your feet. The silence that followed his question felt like an eternity, you could hear every flicker of the street lamps and every laugh from every stranger passing by the alleyway, yet it felt like it was just the two of you. To you, the world had stopped entirely and it lay in his hand. After he decided the silence dragged on long enough, he pushed himself off the wall and took a few gradual steps towards you. “Do you want to take it off?”

“What?” His question was, needless to say, unexpected and confusing, though somewhat unsurprising; Mark had a tendency of switching between one thing to another at pace that’s hard for the average person to keep up with. You repeated the question in your mind and your mouth went dry as you stared at the outline of his eyes, hands shaking. Mark reached out and put your hand in his, lifting it up to his cheek.

“Take the mask off, I mean.” He chuckled, yet you could practically sense his nerves from miles away, betraying his confident demeanor. With his assistance, you traced your fingertips down to the edge of his mask, right at his jaw, and carefully tugged it off of his head. That night, was when you saw him for the first time, really saw him for all that he is. And at that moment, he was doing anything at all, but you could’ve sworn that his eyes held all the stars you’ve ever seen. His disheveled hair, up in angles that would’ve made you laugh if it weren’t for the current situation framed his face perfectly, and it was like your hand had a mind of its own when you reached out to run your hand through it. The light sheen of sweat covering his face only made him look so much more angelic under the moonlight. And his lips, curled up into the little smile you’ve grown to love so much. You barely noticed his face inching closer to your own, too caught up in his eyes, his lips, him. Before you could remind yourself to breathe, after noticing your breath had been caught in your throat for the past minute, his eyes were closed and his lips were on yours and you knew you would never again worry about what should have been. Every ‘what if’ and ‘I wish’ amounted to him with his arm around your waist and his hand placed your cheek, and you knew you have found your forever in the taste of his lips. He pulled away too soon.

“I love you too, y/n. I love you so, so much and I’m so sorry. I know I should face told you, I just- the thought of losing you was eating at me and I was so insecure and afraid and I am so sorry, please don’t be mad at me, I-” You cut his rambling off with a kiss, his wide eyes and furrows brows melting your heart, you could feel him smile into the kiss. You both broke into a fit of laughter mid way, starry eyes on each other with puffy lips, and he couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and smother you with kisses till you could barely breathe. You found heaven.

The too familiar tune of Love Yourself by Justin Bieber blared from his pocket once again. Your laughter died down, “Let’s go get Hyuck before he beats us up.” He said, taking hold of your hand and starting to lead you out of the alleyway.

“Mark, your mask.” You reminded him, only to earn a shrug and a “fuck it” in return.

“It’s okay, I’m going to tell Hyuck about it, too.”

“No, I mean there’s news reporters outside our apartment building, you really don’t want them to know you’re Spiderman.” You flicked his forehead lightly and handed him the mask. And with that, he quickly placed it back onto his head, and walked with you, hand in hand, into the city, and into your long awaited- not so generic- love story.

“As if I didn’t already know, it was obvious as fuck. I thought y/n would catch on sooner.”

“Come on, Hyuck, you had no clue, don’t lie!”

“Dude, I got you Spiderman socks on your birthday on purpose, I am Lee Donghyuck, I know everything.”

“Sure you do, what else do you know?”

“That the two of you are dating and haven’t told me yet.”

“What the fuck.”

#nct #mark #ultkpop #prettyboysnetwork #kwordsmiths #mark lee #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #mark x reader #mark fluff #spiderman au #nct au #nct scenario #nct imagines #lee donghyuck #nct oneshot #nct fluff #damn i hate tagging like this but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do #g:nct

[alyssaiswriting]

Keep It To Myself

inspired by: Keep It To Myself by Ellise  go listen to it cause she deserves more recognition

Summary: highschool party au

after you and Zabdiel sleep together you see him at a party talking to his ex and you want to hurt him like he hurt you

Word count: 1,911

Your hips sway side to side with the beat of a Becky G song, you're on your 3rd cup of beer, you chug the last of it before making your way to the backyard for another cup.

As your pouring from the keg, you look around the party spotting some of your friends. Chris is dancing very closely with some girl you have for physics class. Erick is talking very loudly with guys you don't really recognize. Richard is making out with a blonde girl you can't see the face of and Zabdiel is sitting on the poolside seats talking lowly to a girl who is facing away from you.

as your trying to figure out who it is, zabdiel's hand slides from her shoulder down to her wrist where he takes her hand in his. The motion triggers something in your brain and memories of his hands sliding up your thighs when he was in-between your legs replay in your mind. He laughs and you're reminded of him laughing from above you as he discarded his shirt in your dimly lit bedroom.

Your heart drops when the girl he's talking to turn to look over her shoulder and you notice it's Fiona, his ex. your so distracted that you don't notice your cup overflowing till it spills over on your hand and splashing your bare leg.

"Shit!" you curse moving the cup to your other hand and drinking some so it doesn't spill more.

"Here" you stop drinking to see Joel handing you some napkins.

He grabs your cup so you can wipe your hands and legs "thanks" you sigh.

"I saw you watching them," Joel says, Joel is the only person who knows about what happened between you and Zabdiel. You had to get it off your chest and Joel's the only boy who wouldn't immediately run off and tell all the other boys or tease you.

"what do you think they're talking about?" you ask, taking your cup back from him.

"I don't know, but you know Fiona, she probably apologized for cheating on him for the third time and Zabdiel just forgives her like always" Joel rolls his eyes, you swallow the lump forming in your throat at the thought of Zabdiel going back to her cause then what does that mean for you?

You guys are interrupted when a classmate named Yasmine comes up to you guys and starts yelling about a game of spin the bottle in the basement before running off selecting more people.

"Ew no," you say but she already walked away.

She skips over Erick and his group of friends and makes her way to Zabdiel and Fiona. They nod and stand and you immediately change your mind.

an opportunity has just arisen and you're not about to just let it get wasted.

"Actually let's do it" Joel's eyes widen. "No" he looks scared and you snort "ok ok, I'll go alone, I'm sure the other boys will be there" Joel nods and you place a quick peck on his cheek before walking off.

After walking down the steps of the basement you immediately spot Chris and Richard seated on the floor waiting for a circle to fill you decide to sit by Chris.

"Hey y/n" he smiles brightly at you.

"Hi" you greet each other with a kiss on the cheek as you sit beside him.

"I knew Joel wouldn't come" Chris snickers.

"Hey, don't laugh at him" you slap his arm "you know he cherishes kissing and other things, he's a romantic" you defend him.

"Ok ok" Chris raises his hand in surrender.

You look over the group spotting Zabdiel who is already looking at you with a stone set glare.

You raise an eyebrow mouthing a "what?"

He mouths back "let's go" and tilts his head in the direction of the stairs.

You look to Fiona who's sitting very closely beside him then back to Zabdiel raising both eyebrows before rolling your eyes and looking away.

There are about 12 people in total sitting in the circle. Michael the party host places the bottle in the middle. "Remember the kiss has to be at least 7 seconds, you're only allowed 2 passes so use them wisely, Ok who first?" One girl you've seen around school but don't know her name raises her hand and crawls to the middle to spin the bottle, it lands on a boy in your gym class.

The bottle gets spun a few times before eventually landing on Zabdiel.

A girl that's in Joel's theater group is the one who spun it. You grit your teeth as she crawls over to him. Zabdiel looks at you before the girl grabs his face and forces him to look at her then they're kissing.

You suck in a breath of air looking away from them to try and lessen your mix of anger and hurt.

After what feels like an eternity they pull apart. It's Zabdiel's turn to spin.

You watch his movements as he leans forward and spins the bottle.

Your heart beats harder against your chest when the bottle starts slowing down and you think it might land on you but by some force of nature, it stops right in front of Chris. You smile looking up at the two. Almost immediately they both say "pass" making the group laugh.

Chris spins the bottle it lands on Katherine from English after they kiss she spins and it lands on Richard they kiss then he spins.

You watch bored as the bottle spins and spins before it lands on you. Surprised you raise your eyebrows. Chris cheers laughing loudly.

Your eyes travel over to Zabdiel who is glaring at you, out of all the boys Richard is the one he gets jealous of the most, Richard is also the one who flirts with you the most.

So with a smirk in Zabdiel's direction, you crawl over to Richard and even climb onto his lap, placing his hands on your hips.

"This is just for show, we're only friends" you whisper to Richard so no one else will hear.

He laughs and nods, you give him one last stern look before leaning in, Richard meets you halfway connecting your lips to his.

His lips are soft against yours so you let yourself enjoy the kiss, licking Richard's bottom lip, he allows you to slip your tongue in, he sucks on the tip making you smile before your lips connect again you bit down on his bottom lip, opening your eyes to see him look back at you with lustful eyes. His hands tighten on your hips and you both close eyes going back to a more rough pace of kissing.

"I don't think they're playing anymore" you hear a female voice say.

"It's going on 15 seconds" you hear someone else say.

"Do y'all wanna get a room or?"

You pull away and Richard smirks at you "friends don't kiss like that"

You touch your now swollen lips as you crawl off him, you glance at Zabdiel as you say "no, they do"

You sit back next to Christopher who's smiling widely "shut up" you say before he can start his teasing.

"Your turn to spin y/n" Natalie from French says.

You nod and spin the bottle, you watch it spin and spin before it lands on someone, and you don't have to look up to see its Zabdiel.

Christopher is cheering and laughing once again because in his mind what are the chances you'll have to kiss his 2 best friends in the span of 1 minute. But little does he know that you and Zabdiel have done a lot more than that.

"Are you gonna pass?" Katherine asks after neither of you make a move. You look at Zabdiel who is looking back at you with a set jaw.

"No, come here y/n"Zabdiel motions with his hand for you to come to him but there's an edge to his voice that you don't like.

"THE COPS ARE HERE" someone yells down the stairs of the basement.

You let out a sigh of relief, then you remember you told your parents you were sleeping at a friends house, not coming to a party.

The whole room quickly stands to the feet. "I need to find Joel," you say to no one since everyone is trying to scurry out of the room through one basement door.

You ring him but don't get an answer. Joel is the only person you know who hasn't been drinking.

"I'll take you home," Zabdiel tells you.

"No," you say

"Y/n I didn't drink tonight, let me take you home!" Zabdiel shouts over the screams of all the teenagers.

"I don't care! I don't want to go with you!" you stay stubbornly.

Both your heads snap up to the stairs when you hear footsteps.

The pants of an officer uniform can be seen and Zabdiel is pulling you out the door before you can even think of an escape plan.

"Let go of me" you shout pushing at his grip on your wrist as he pulls you through the grass. You're stumbling due to not being able to keep up with his long strides.

"Y/n stop it!" Zabdiel snaps turning to you "do you wanna have to call your parents to pick you up at a party with alcohol? Cause I don't"

You huff and pick up your pace allowing Zabdiel to take you to his car.

Once you're both secure and have your seatbelts on he's driving off. "I can't go home," you say

Zabdiel frowns looking at you before looking back at the road "why?"

"I told my parents I was sleeping at Josephine's," you say.

"You haven't spoken to Josephine in 2 years" he scrunches his eyebrows.

"My parents don't know that"

"Then where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, one of the boys' houses" you lean your head against the headrest.

"What about mine?" Zabdiel asks and your anger rises once again.

Your eyebrows scrunch together, "Where's Fiona?" you ask.

Zabdiel shrugs. "Take me to Richard's," you say, you notice his grip tighten on the steering wheel tighten and it makes you laugh.

"You can't seriously be mad about that" you laugh.

"What the hell was that y/n," he asks his jaw clenching.

"Uh it was part of the game" your eye lids are heavy as you watch him drive.

"Didn't seem like you were just playing"

"Yeah well did you have fun with Fiona" you spit

"Why do you keep asking about her?" Zabdiel looks at you quickly

"I don't know but you both look like you were playing" You watch as Zabdiel's eyebrows knit together but flattening out as a look of realization crosses over him. " you're jealous" he realizes but you ignore him

"do you think she knows about us?" you ask "do you think she notices every time your eyes linger a little too long?" you lean your elbow on the middle console and rest your head in your hand. "maybe I should tell her?"

Zabdiel glances at you, but you're nowhere near done. " I should tell her how much you like my tongue and when I slide it up your cock slowly just before you fuck my mouth"

Zabdiel visibly gulps and you smirk sitting back in your seat "or maybe I should just keep it to myself"

AN

this took me 4 days to write but I kind of really like how it turned out

leave request if you want (can be any of the boys) 

#cnco #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine

[trekkingbeaconhills]

Sterek AU - I Remember You Part 1/?

(Stiles graduates highschool and has trouble finding the will to go.)

Stiles lied awake, staring at his ceiling. Nothing but the sound rain against his window. His clock read “1:30 AM” and he tossed over onto his shoulder. He pulled the covers over his head and began to cry. Nothing was going right. Malia was gone, Lydia… Scott. They weren’t like his friends before. They’d all grown apart from Stiles. From him losing his mind with the Nogitsune to losing his complete life. His life was in shambles. He literally couldn’t think of his most recent happy moment. They’d moved on to other people. Malia… He could feel her touch on his shoulder now. Lydia… he had confessed his love for her multiple times, but after the last time, he didn’t feel anything for her. Scott… he had Liam, what did he need with Stiles anyway?

He couldn’t sleep anymore. He was too afraid that he would disappear again. If only he had someone that cared about him the way he needed to be cared for. He wrapped his arms around himself to give some comfort to his body. He missed Derek.

He missed the fights and the angst. He missed the warmth that radiated from his body. He sighed a sigh of exasperation and let out a choked sob. Why did he have to leave? Why couldn’t Stiles be happy for once in his entire life? He felt broken. Nothing good ever happened for him. He let his head sink deep into his pillow and closed his eyes. Graduation was in a few days anyways. He might as well get used to being alone.

Sleep finally drug across his eyes, but as soon as he began to slip away, he could’ve sworn he saw a dark shadow pass over his bed.

The next few days were a blur. Graduation practice, caps and gowns, pictures with his dad. All seemed to just fly by. It was almost normal. He hugged his father as he went into the Beacon Hills gym for one last runthrough. He saw Scott and Lydia sitting in the bleachers so he thought he might as well make their last day together special. Lydia sat, her strawberry blonde hair straightened with some black high heels on. Her nails had recently been done, so they were shining against the red gown. She was so beautiful.

“Hey, Stiles,” Scott said with a big grin on his face. “We were wondering when you’d show up.”

“Yeah,” Stiles replied, wringing his hands. “I was taking pictures with my dad.” He sat down across from Lydia, her eyes searching his face. Her green eyes made him blush, and he looked away. He inhaled and raised his eyebrows. “Anyone else know where we’re supposed to be?”

Lydia pursed her lips. “You and I are going to the front. Since I’m Valedictorian, I’m the first to go. I think you’re up there with the 4.1 GPA group.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and pointed toward the chairs that were set up neatly in rows of ten on either side. To think, the people he grew up with would soon be gone. Some would die, some would have children, some would become so successful that they might have a chance of getting out of this morbid town.

Stiles nodded at the gesture. “Oh, okay.” It was getting busier in the gym. People started showing up. They were all getting in a line at the door, so the three got up and made their way into the group of people that were getting called by last name to line up. Lydia was the first. Then the rest of the student council.

“Stilinski,” Mrs. Martin announced with a smile on her face.

Stiles was greeted by eyes that he didn’t want on him. “Hey, I’m here.” He got right behind some girl named Sylvia Smith. He’d seen her around before, but he didn’t care enough to actually notice her. He stared at the back of her head and realized that she had a huge scar on the back of her neck. Hm, he thought to himself.

“Now,” said Mrs. Martin, “as we practiced before, we walk out and each of you sit accordingly. So Lydia will be in the front, and then everyone files in behind. There will be someone else on the other end pointing you to which side you will be on. Okay,” she squeaked, holding back tears, “let’s do this one more time so we can perfect it for your parents.”

Droning music started playing, but to Stiles it sounded like the end of his life. He walked to the front and turned to the left side of the chairs and stood until the rest of his row got placed, and then they all sat down. This continued for another ten minutes of people walking into the death march. Eventually, Mrs. Martin got everyone situated again, and then with a clap of her hands, she exclaimed: “Okay! That’s it. This is your last day as a high school student!”

The gym erupted into whoops and hollers behind him from a pair of jocks that got at least a 2.4 on their GPA. Stiles rolled his eyes and let his head roll to the side. He was so ready for this to be over. They all got up and strolled back to the lobby. Another 30 minutes would pass and family members would be flooding the gym.

Stiles met back up with Scott and prepared for the long journey to being graduates.

“Are you ready?” Scott asked, his hands on Stiles’ shoulders.

“Ecstatic,” Stiles chuckled. “What are we gonna do with ourselves, Scott?” He had good intentions asking the question, but Scott looked at Stiles with sincerity. He gripped his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

“No matter what. You will always be my best friend. That’ll never change. You’ll go off to college, and who knows where I’ll be. But we’ll always catch up over breaks. Don’t worry.” He cooed Stiles and rocked back and forth.

Stiles laughed and shook his head, but greeted Scott’s hug with a pat on the back. “Don’t start crying yet.”

Scott’s grip got tighter and he stopped rocking. “Stiles,” he said with a serious voice. Soon his hands turned Stiles around. “Look.”

He squinted his eyes. “What am I looking at?”

“Right there.”

“I don’t see anything.” He saw Chris Argent and Melissa McCall coming through the doors going into the gym, but that wasn’t unusual. He saw Lydia’s mother kissing her on the forehead. All of the sudden, Stiles saw his father come through the doors along with another person dressed in blue jeans and a short sleeved V-neck. Dark hair, strong build. “Oh, my God,” he whispered, his heart going a million miles a second. “Derek.”

As if saying his name was a trigger, Derek turned his head toward Stiles, and Stiles exploded in an arm-spazzing jerk and tried to release himself from Scott to hide behind him. Derek smiled and waved at them both and continued to walk with the sheriff.

The hyperactive little spaz’s heart tried to come out of his throat.

“Stiles, I didn’t know seeing Derek would cause you to have a panic attack.” Scott smiled. “I wonder what he’s doing back in Beacon Hills?”

“I don’t even care, I’m just glad he’s here,” Stiles said, still recovering from his near-death experience.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Oh, my God, dude.” He felt instantly relieved. Like everything was lifted from his darkened heart. “He’s here.”

Scott looked at him peculiarly and opened his mouth. “You gotta little cr-”

“Oh, shut up. As if.” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Everyone get in your lines! You know where you’re supposed to go!” Mrs. Martin yelled above the crowd. “It’s time! 3:00 on the dot!”

Students began to mingle between each other to get in their appropriate lines. Stiles shrugged at Scott and smiled the whole way to get back in line behind Sylvia Smith.

“We at Beacon Hills are like a family. From growing up as toddlers to standing here today, we have all grown together. Our lives will never be the same without one another. We’ve been through so much, I can’t imagine my life without my friends. Now, as we travel on our way to greater things, whether it be going to college, starting a family, or running a business, we will remember where we came from. Thank you to the faculty and to the parents for raising such wonderful, talented children that are here before you today. We appreciate everything you have done for us.” Lydia’s speech brought tears to almost every student and parent in the gym.

The gym erupted with claps and whistles. Stiles’ eyes searched the stands, looking for Derek and his father. He was too late. They’d already started calling people up by rows. First, Lydia.

Stiles’ row stood up and circled the seats until they were about to step on the stairs to shake hands with the principal and get their diploma.

“Sylvia Marie Smith,” the booming voice echoed. She walked up the stairs. This was it.

“Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.” He shook as he walked up the stairs. Derek was watching him.

“That’s my son!” Another voice rose from the bleachers and it was followed by cheers and claps. Stiles smiled, shook the hand of the principal and walked over to the assistant to get his diploma. Cameras flashed and he smiled, his heart full of happiness.

The rest of the students went by followed by the “goodbye” speech.

“Congratulations, CLASS OF 2017!”

The gym blew up with hats being thrown up in the air. Stiles yanked his off of his head and threw it higher than any of them. He searched frantically as everyone ran off the bleachers to hug their kids and friends. His heart pumped so loudly that he was sure everyone heard it.

Then there he was. He could see the pale green t-shirt. It was him. He shoved through people standing around until he got to a clearing. “Derek?” he called out. He turned his head in every direction. “Derek?” He lost him again. “Der…”

“Stiles,” the low voice was behind him.

Stiles whipped around at lightening speed and was face to face with the tall, handsome man with emerald eyes and dark, black hair. It took all he had not to just wrap his arms around the man’s waist.

Derek smiled and blinked. “Hey.” His voice was so smooth and velvety that it made Stiles feel a pain in his lower abdomen. He had kept his beard trimmed like always, and his hair was neat. His lips were pink and he had gotten a lot tanner than Stiles had remembered. Derek’s eyebrow twitched and he looked at Stiles’ feet and back up. “Stiles.”

Hearing his own name made him straighten up and smile at Derek. “Hi, I’ve really…”

“Derek!” Scott’s voice boomed through the bustling crowd. “Derek, it’s been so long!” Scott and Derek embraced each other with a pat on the back.

Derek’s eyes skimmed over Stiles and back to Scott. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been in Mexico doing some relaxing. It’s been really nice. Kira says to tell you ‘hi’ by the way.”

How dare Scott just come up and interrupt what Stiles was thinking about saying, but wasn’t really going to say because he was too nervous to say anything at all? How selfish. The two continued talking about what Derek was doing in Mexico and about what all happened with Stiles and the forgetting and all that good stuff until John Stilinski showed up and grabbed Stiles by the shoulder.

They turned away from the two wolves. “Hey, kiddo. I’m so proud of you. I’m glad you stuck with it despite everything that’s happened to you.”     “Thanks, Dad,” Stiles said, giving a half smile.

“I’m going home. I’ll let you get back to talking with your friends. Later we can go out to eat or something.”

“Okay. I’ll be home in a while then.” Stiles turned back to Derek and Scott while they were finishing up their conversation.

“So, Stiles.” Scott reverted. “My mom’s having dinner at our house, do you want to come?”

Derek gazed at Stiles again, but this time, Stiles stared back at him. He caught himself with his mouth open. “No, I think my dad wants to take me out later. Thanks, though.”

“No problem,” he said, “just let me know when you want to meet up so we can spend a little time together before you go off to college. I know you’ve already packed your room.” Scott said his goodbyes and left the school.

It was just Derek and Stiles now.

“So, what were you saying earlier, Mieczyslaw?” Derek asked, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall.

“Oh,” Stiles recalled, a little embarrassed by Derek knowing his real name. “Nothing, just glad you came by to see us.” He lied.

“Hmm,” Derek hummed. “Nothing else?”

“Nope,” Stiles popped his “p”.

“Okay then.” He frowned a bit, but also looked unimpressed. “I’ve gotta get going. I’m going around to say goodbye to everyone then I’ll be going back to Mexico.”

This made Stiles’ heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. “Oh…” He couldn’t move his feet. He kinda swayed a little bit until Derek touched his arm. It sent a spark through his whole body. Stiles looked up at him with his mouth open.

“I’ll come see you last, okay?” Derek smiled. “It was good seeing you.”

And just like that, he was gone, and Stiles was alone again.

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