Riker Imagine

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"Ugh, Riker these finals are killing me!" You groan through the phone. For the past 3 hours you have been stuffing your brain with information studying for your finals tomorrow.

"You’ll be alright, babe," he says comfortingly, "you always do great on finals." You smile and then take a deep breath.

"I know but you know me, I always stress over my grades like this." You reply defensively. "I have to go, gotta have a good nights sleep."

"Don’t stress so much about it, you’ll be fine I promise" he says encouragingly. "Goodnight, love."

"Night, babe." you respond and hang up the phone with a smile. No matter how stressed out you get, Riker always finds a way to make you smile like an idiot. You put your binder on the floor and turn the light out. You tuck yourself under the covers, soon falling into a deep sleep.

——- Time Skip ——- Lalala ————-

The ringing of your alarm pierces your ears at 7:00 in the morning. Grumpily you put your hair up and put skinny jeans and a hoodie on. Not bothering with makeup, because finals are no time for dressing up fancy, you grab an apple and your bag and head out the door.

Once you get to class they ask to take your phones up. When you take yours out to turn it off you see a text from Riker.

Hey babe, just wanted to say good luck on your finals! I’m rooting for you even though I am all the way in LA. I love you <3

You smile after reading it and quickly turn your phone off. Let the tests begin.

——— More time skip ——- oops I do this a lot ———-

Finally the tests are over with and so is the day. It is now the last five minutes of class and everyone is just talking waiting to leave. You exhaustively stare at the clock for the next 3 minutes until someone from across the room grabs your attention.

"Uhm, Y/N," she calls you over, looking out the window curiously, "is that-" she stops mid-sentence and moves out of the way for you to see.

Standing right outside the front doors in the freezing cold snow is Riker. You cup your hand over your mouth and mutter “oh my gosh”, not believing he was here. Just in time the bell rings and you practically run out the door. You rush through the hallway, not really caring who you bump into, and make your way to the front of the school.

As soon as you push through the front doors you drop all your bags and run to your boyfriend with a huge smile on your face. His lips quickly curve up into a grin and he holds his arms open, waiting for you to be engulfed in them.

You crash into his body and wrap your arms around his neck tightly as if he were going to disappear at any moment. He wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around, now attracting a bit of a crowd.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here!?" you ask in a bit of a squealish tone, nuzzling your head into his neck.

"I thought you needed a bit of a pick me up after finals," he answers setting you down, "so I came to surprise you." He picks up a starbucks cup off the bench next to him and hands you one.

"I got you some hot chocolate," he says, swooping his hair to the side.

"Is it still hot? It seems like this weather would cause it to get cold pretty soon." you say feeling some warmth on the cup.

"Well," he says with a smirk, "it’s not as hot as you but it’s still pretty satisfying." 

You roll your eyes at him and set your drink back down. “Oh shut up and kiss me, you dork,” you say laughing.

He leans down and places his hands gently on your waist. Your lips meet and move together in perfect sync as you move your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his soft blonde hair. You both smile into the kiss as it deepens and you hear some “oohs” and “awes” from your fellow classmates. In need of air you and Riker pull away, still looking into each others eyes.

"I missed your kisses," Riker says softly.

You smile and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “And I missed yours,” you reply, “now let’s go, I think this calls for a celebratory cuddle session.” 

Riker picks up your bags and carries them in one hand while holding your hand with the other, completely forgetting the hot chocolate. You two drive home in comfortable silence and spend the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.

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