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#19: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

Dan already had his coat in hand and was headed to the door when he noticed Ross, hunched in front of his computer. He’d been working so hard lately, staying way past everyone else and coming in early, sometimes just sleeping at the grump space. Dan backtracked until he was standing behind Ross and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Ross, maybe you should take a break,” he said. As much as he liked ragging on Ross, he could see that he was getting worn down. 

“I’m fine,” Ross said, tersely. Dan could see how tightly he gripped his stylus as he redid the same line of a drawing six or seven times, before moving to another one. Dan moved his hand so he could rub a circle on Ross’ back. He glanced around, even though he knew they were the last ones in the office, and pressed a quick kiss to the back of Ross’ neck. 

Ross relaxed, just enough that Dan felt comfortable taking the stylus from his hand and setting it on the desk. Ross looked up at him, brow furrowed, but in confusion and exhaustion more than anger.

“Why are you still here?” Ross asked. Dan knew there was more to that question that just the immediate, but he tried to ignore that.

“Because I wanted to check in on you,” he replied, gently, cupping Ross’ cheek and then adding, “you fucking scrub,” just to see Ross smile a little and roll his eyes.

“You’re the scrub,” Ross grumbled, but he still tipped his head up as Dan leaned down to kiss him.

“Come home,” Dan pleaded, nose bumping against Ross’. Ross turned away to glance at his screen, and then sighed.

“Fine. But I want a whole fuckin’ platter of pizza rolls.”

Dan smiled. “Deal.”

stiles stilinski imagine // idk what the title should be so here you go

Summary: (Y/N) is new at BHHS. Her first lesson chemistry & her teacher was Mr. Harris. She hadn’t expected anything else but it hurt her a little when she realized that she was sitting alone. Only until a boy came late for class and realizing that only one seat was still available.

Characters: (Y/N) x reader , Stiles Stilinski,

Word Count: idk

A/N: YO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE SO PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF I SHOULD DO ANOTHER ONE. BTW SEND ME REQUESTS SO I CAN WRITE MORE!!

‘There it is.’, you thought. You stand in front of the BHHS, not knowing what is going to happen throughout the years, not knowing where your first class is, not knowing anyone nor anything.

“Your locker is that one and your fist class is in this classroom.” The lady said as she circled some numbers out.
‘Thank you.’, you said politely even though you knew she wouldn’t care if you even said nothing.

                                     -

You had trouble finding your first class but eventually you were sitting in the right one.
At one table in the third row. Alone.
You didn’t expect anything else because still, no one knew you but it was a little heartbreaking ‘cause none of your classmates found the interest in talking to you.

You lost your train of thoughts when the teacher yelled: “Stilinski! 5 minutes late!”
“Sorry!”, the apparent 'Stilinski’ mumbled while he almost fell in front of everyone.
“Wow” slipped out of your mouth while the pen you were holding glided out of your hand, falling at the ground causing him to look at you. You gazed at him; Into his gold/brown eyes that shimmered beautifully in the light, his messy brown hair & his scattered freckles around his face that were more than just cute. He was beautiful.
“Take a seat”.
Those words made you loose your train of thoughts again. You looked around, realizing that the only available seat in that room was next to you.
The beautiful boy took the seat.
“Stiles”.
“Huh? Oh, yea- umm… (Y/N).” You smiled a little, still embarrassed of your reaction of when you saw him.
“Cute name.” he smiled at you.
You blushed, causing him to laugh a little.
“Thanks.” You gazed at him again.
“So what is it about that look you gave me already 2 times in 5 minutes?” He smirked.
“uh- well.. i-i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He started laughing a little. “It’s ok you don’t have to answer.” He put his hand on your thigh to calm you down because you were obviously a little nervous, but before you could react he threw his hands in the air and said “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. That was stupid of me. I am stupi-”
“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it.” You grinned at him.
“I’m a jerk, I’m sorry. Are you new?”
“Yes. Yes I am new and I have no idea where my next classes are”
“Well, Miss 'I don’t know where my classes are’ would you give me the honor to take you to your next classes?”
You laughed “You’re weird, but I really like you”

                                    -

The bell rang.
Stiles started packing his stuff into his backpack. You did the same.
“You have your next class with me on 2nd floor” Stiles said while he was leaning against the table in front of you & looking at your schedule.
“Oh, ok great.” You stood in front of him, looking at his beautiful eyes which were still looking at
your schedule.
He looked up.
You watched each other until he leaned in.
You did so too.
You felt his nose on yours until Mr. Harris interrupted. “Out of my class. Immediately.”
You two both said “Ok.” And ran off.
There was an awkward silence between you two as you were walking down the hallway.
“Hey Stiles!” you turned around to see who it was. A  boy with an uneven jawline.
“Hey man. What’s up?”
“Nothi-”
“Oh God I’m an idiot. (Y/N), Scott. Scott, (Y/N).”
You giggled.
“Nice to meet you” Scott said. “Hey I talked to Lydia and she finally wants to hang out with you!”
That sentence hit me ,so I started walking off.  
Wow. It’s my first day at this new school. Everything is going well, I start liking a boy who actually tried to kiss me and know I find out that he likes another girl?
“(Y/N), wait!” He started running towards me but I hadn’t stopped walking. Stiles had faced me. “Who is Lydia?” I sounded like a jealous girlfriend.
He was silent for a moment. “A girl I had been in love with since 3rd grade.”
“Well congratulations, now you have a date with her.” I stormed off.
Why am I like this?
I don’t even know him.
Why do I sound like a jealous girlfriend?
I asked myself all these questions but unfortunately, I had no answers for them.

                                       -            

Stiles POV

“Thanks, you just ruined everything.”
“Sorry man I-”
I ran off, not caring what my best friend had to say. There was something about her that I couldn’t explain.
I think I was falling for her. I knew that I had only known her for a couple of hours but that didn’t matter. “I have to find her.” I said to myself.
So I looked everywhere. At the lacrosse field, the girls dressing room, the girls toilets, the hallways & even our classroom. And now, I walked towards my car like I always do when I am frustrated or pissed.

(Y/N) POV

I found myself laying on top of a Jeep Roscoe.
I heard footsteps coming closer so I got up to see who it was. Stiles.
I ran up to him and hugged him tightly.
“I am sorry I shouldn’t have reacted that way I mean I don’t even know you but still-” I talked so fast the whole time, “I like you so darn much I don’t even know how I can possibly like someone as much as I like you in only one day and-”
the next second I felt his lips on mine. My hands on his neck and my cheeks cupped in his hands.
We put our forehead at each other’s as we pulled apart.
“Did you know that that is my jeep?” He pointed at the blue vehicle I was lying on a moment ago.
I giggled.
“Not until now.”

Can you hear me?

“Can you hear me?” I don’t understand how I could or even should hear it but I did. Coming from beneath the waters of that still lake. A voice, clear as the waters this lake would have during the day that I was fishing on, loud enough to make me feel like it was right in my ear, yet soft enough to hear what was definitely pain inside that plea. “You’ve been hitting the bottle too much Riley. That’s enough for tonight” I chuckle to myself. The moonlit water was always my sanctuary from the constant blaring noise and flickering neon lights of the city. None of that here. Just the crisp breeze of the wind, the stars shining on the now black waters of the night lake. “Help me…” I thought I heard but I don’t have time to react before my fishing line tugs softly, then hard. Something pulls on my roughly, angrily it seems for being snagged. “Goddammit, there shouldn’t be anything this big in the lake, it’s too shallow.” I try to reel in the line, pulling on both my pole and using the reel with all of my strength. I grunt, having never used so much force, “Argghhh..” when the line snaps. All that’s heard afterwards is the echoing of the loud thud from my behind hitting the inside of the boat. Catching my breath for a few moments, I get back up to check on the now broken line. My boat begins to rock, as if it’s starting to shake. Something seems to be trying to rock it. I try to balance myself and the boat by keeping my feet right against the inside edge, but it doesn’t stop. Faster and faster the boat rocks when all of a sudden, it stops. “F*** this, I’m done” I say to nobody I thought. “HELP ME!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!!” Loud screams fill my ear, hell bent on making them bleed. They grow grow louder, shrieking agonizingly in my ear drums. I lose my balance as the boat is starting to rock again, harder than before. I don’t remember hitting the water. Everything is in shades. I’m swimming underneath the water but there isn’t a way to resurface. The moon looks disgustingly gray now. I don’t know if I can do anything now. What happened? Who was calling to me? What was that voice? Wait, I think I see something. It’s… It’s a boat! Yeah! “Hey!” I swim up closer to the boat. It’s you! I see you! “Hey! Oh my goodness, I thought I was losing it, I’m so glad you’re here…” You look down right at me but it doesn’t seem like you notice me. “Hey!” I’m losing my mind. I don’t understand. What should I do? I swim as close as I can. You’re right there… “Can you hear me?”

Rajigaze Dec 23

Reita (reading mail): “I’ve been dating my boyfriend, a full-time worker, for 6 months. I’m still a student so we don’t have many chances to meet, but this Christmas we both happened to get the day off so we’ll be able to spend it together. It’s our first Christmas together and I want to get him a surprise present, but our age difference is pretty big so I’m having trouble deciding what I should get him. I want some advice from you two! I’m seriously looking forward to your anniversary live! I hope I can see the GazettE a lot next year! We rock!”

Uruha: Hmm…

Reita: So they have an age difference – I wonder how much? Well anyway, we don’t know but…they’ve been dating for half a year, and it’s their first Christmas together, and she wants to get him a surprise present.

Uruha: That’s the happiest time, isn’t it? (*I think he means in the relationship, because it’s still the beginning)

Reita: So what would you suggest for a present? Like, if you get him this, your relationship will go well.

Uruha: Ahhh, but that’s really the most fun time, isn’t it?

Reita: Please suggest a present!

Uruha: But honestly I just think they’ll be happy just to be with each other!

Reita: Yeah, yeah, I know! BUT! She wants to get him a prESENT! A surprise present.

Uruha: Hmm…a surprise, huh…I wonder…what would you consider a surprise Christmas present at this age?

Reita: Me?

Uruha: I mean, we’ve already given you pretty much everything.

(Uruha giggles)

(Reita cackles)

Reita: Yeah, we’ve already worn it out…

Uruha: We’ve covered everything

Reita: We’ve covered everything…and there’s just no feeling in it anymore

Uruha: Mhm…

Reita: Yeah…..but what could she give him that would make him happy? A thing, or…

Uruha: Her heart?

Reita: I mean, it really is the heart, but…

Uruha: This, right? *pounds chest*

Reita: Here? *pounds chest*

(both laughing)

Reita: My chest muscles are sore, I can’t hit it too much!

(both gigglin n gigglin)

Uruha: But what should she give him? Other than her heart

Reita: Oh! I get super happy when people write me letters…or like, how about a homemade cake!? Or…it could be like accessories, or something else you buy…we have to suggest something!

Uruha: A homemade cake would be nice eh?

Reita: Yeh homemade cake

Uruha: A letter…like, yeah it’s nice, but…idk….that goes along with the gift, you know? That’s not like, the main part.

Reita: Ohh, like when you give them the gift, the letter comes with it?

Uruha: Yeah, you just write like a few words…you don’t have to write that much

Reita: Okay so what should she get?

Uruha: I…I like the cake idea…..

Reita: Cake……

Uruha: But isn’t that a lot of work to make?

Reita: Yeah, it seems like it would be.

Uruha: It’s too much effort

Reita: Yeh

Uruha: You gotta think of like a design too…

Reita: Yeh

Uruha: Too much work

Reita: Yeah and like, if she’s going to his house, she could just take the cake there, but if they’re meeting somewhere first and going out, she’d have to bring the cake…..

Uruha: Ahhhhh….well then, they can eat the cake when they get home, so couldn’t she just bring it along with her…I guess not…….

Reita: (laughs) What, like she’s gonna take the cake to the movies?

Uruha: Hmmm…

(Reita laughin)

Uruha: Yeah I didn’t think about that

Reita: It should be something that’s not too big n bulky

Uruha: Well, she has to walk around with it…so what about like a teddy bear!

Reita: (laughing) Well like I guess…is she even gonna have time to get something? Like, this is broadcasting in the middle of the night on the 23rd…and she’s meeting him 2 days later! No matter what we suggest she’s not gonna have time to get it!

(Uruha laughs normally)

(Reita laughs very hard)

Uruha: She can’t wait for us to answer, she has to get ready!

Reita: Yeh……why don’t we just forget it then

Uruha: hehe

Reita: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

Uruha: Do cake! do the cake!

Reita: Yeahhh! I would be so happy if I got a homemade cake!

Uruha: Yeah

Reita: Yeh…do u like cake

Uruha: Idk I don’t really eat it

Reita: I like kugurofu

Uruha: Huhuhu

Reita: Kugurofu, and…what was that other one…I forgot (laughs)

Uruha: Well it’s been a week

Reita: Hexon house?

Uruha: Hehehehehehe

Reita: What was it…? Oh hexenhaus!

Uruha: Bush something 

Reita: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA– yeah so get him cake and a letter.

Uruha: Yeah

Reita: Yeah

Uruha: Yeah