More yogcast high school. This time of Hannah, Kim, and Duncan. I still have to get the hang of drawing these lovelies. And the next pic is of Kim crushing on Smithy with Ross and Trott being….well themselves. Idk if that would ever be a crush situation but it might be cute???? In the end Kim would be with Duncan though because I ship it and if I think of this as an anime then that’s probably how it’d go down lol
Warnings: Everything is a warning. Violence, blood…just…yeah.
Don’t want to give away the major point in the story so just please read with CAUTION!
A/N: This idea popped into my brain and wouldn’t leave until it was written down, so here it is. Heartbreaking and unnecessary. Enjoy
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon. There wasn’t a cloud in
the sky, the birds were chirping, and the air was full of the wailing sirens of
police cars and ambulances.
You sat on the curb and watched the people as they
frantically ran around you, a mix of crying parents, focused police and shaken
Paramedics were surrounding you, trying to get you to talk and tell
them the things they needed to know, but all you could do was sit and stare.
Going into shock is different for everyone, some people pass out, others scream
and convulse, but you just sat there. Your fists balled up in your jacket so
you didn’t have to see the blood on them, though you could still smell it. The
metallic tang of it etched into your mind forever.
Lisa loops her arm through Barry’s on their way to Detective West’s car, knocking their heads together so there’s less chance of them being overheard.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” she says lowly, tone conversational, and Barry smiles at his earlier words parroted back at him.
“S’not a big deal,” he says dismissively. “Least I could do, after you stood up for me like that.”
Lisa silently disagrees, knowing that without Barry’s intervention, she’d be stuck in that school far past when the final bell would ring, confined to the nurse’s office until her father decided he had let her stew in anxiety and anticipation long enough—and yeah, Ms. Temple is cute, but Lisa’s been tired of her not-so-subtle attempts to get Lisa to open up about her home life since the first time she stepped foot in that office, three days into freshman year. “Still, kid. Thanks.”
If you ever think “hey I wanna write a fanfic for this au…never mind they’re already a lot of those” fUCKING WRITE IT! Because I bet there’re people out there who fucking LOVE those au’s and needs someone to write more for them
fUcKiNg WrItE iT
Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)
My entry for the Sterek Support Network’s August prompt: school AUs. I was kind of at a loss for ideas so I just ended up grabbing about seven rough ideas from my school themed prompt list (bonus points if you can pick out all the ones I used) and stuck them all together. It’s a little late and a little long, but hopefully you guys enjoy it.
“I can’t believe I got stuck working with Derek
Hale,” Stiles groans, dropping his tray to the lunch table with a flourish
that sets his pasta surprise (surprise! It’s not actually pasta)
Across the table, Scott tries to mold his
expression into one of sympathy, but it only lasts about two seconds before a
smile starts creeping out again.
“Dude, it’s not really that bad, is it?”
“Obviously it’s not bad for you. You got
to partner up with your girlfriend.” The grin’s back in full force now, and
Stiles figures he can’t really blame the guy since he and Kira have been
dancing around each other all summer, but only made things official when school
started up again a week back. Still, Stiles can’t help feeling a little
betrayed. Where’s the best friend solidarity? The loyalty? Two solid
years as lab partners up in smoke at the barest nudge and a hint of a shy
smile, and Scott’s not even trying to feel bad about it.
“Meanwhile,” he continues, while Lydia
and Danny slip into seats a little ways up the table, “I get stuck working with
one of only four seniors in the entire school taking chemistry. You know what
it means when a senior takes chemistry, Scotty? It means they weren’t
smart enough to take it as a junior.”
Scott bites down on a laugh (seriously, the
traitor) while Danny eyes him thoughtfully.
“Aren’t you guys taking AP Chem?”
“Not the point,” Stiles replies, waving
him off. “Actually that just makes it worse. His parents probably made him take
it for college apps or something. I am going to be carrying this guy all
Lydia takes a bite of her salad, somehow
managing to make biting a cucumber seem like a predatory act.
“I’m sure he’d be willing to carry you if you
asked him nicely.”
“Not this again,” he mutters, stabbing his fork
viciously into a noodle. The fork slides right over the rubbery surface and
sends it bouncing off the tray and straight into the side of Scott’s brown
They all stare at the escaped noodle blankly for
several seconds, before Stiles slides his tray pointedly away.
“Do we seriously need to run through this one
more time? I am not into Derek. I wasn’t into him last spring when I
showed up to lacrosse games to cheer on Scott. I was not into him over
the summer just because he had that stupid lifeguard job and I liked going to
the pool. I like swimming, ok? If anyone was ogling his abs it was you
two.” He shoots Lydia and Danny pointedly judgmental looks. Lydia smirks while
Danny shrugs, unashamed.
“Hey, I know how to appreciate a view. What’s
weird is you protesting so much.”
Tags - Highschool AU, Teen!Derek, Growing up together, Friends to Lovers, Truth or Dare, First Kiss.
“You know you love me…I know you care…”
A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption.
It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.
“Just shout whenever…” Derek grated out, hissing at Stiles. “…and I’ll be there…WHAT?”
“Bieber? Really Derek-” Stiles choked, laughing as if he had lost his mind.
“You got a problem with that?”
Stiles jerked away from a snarling Derek, huffing out – Whoa, raising both hands in surrender. Not even a beat later, he shot a shit-eating grin at Derek.