i may be late for these gifs :))

Just a Witchy Marinette and her familiar Adrien (who may or may not be a cursed human boy ;)


Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 252
warning : smut
summary : Kai and Reader are best friends. After the transition Kai finds himself wanting to bite her , feed on her and … (lets just say the deleted scene got to me in a way and this story is the result.)
* gif by wood-x-chris

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It wasnt the first time Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place at midnight hours. It was their thing , or one of them at least. None of them knew that this night was going to change everything between them. Ever since Kai had turned into a vampire it became clear he had a thing for the real thing - no blood bags but feeding directly from someone. He liked how the warm blood dripped down his throat. Problem was Kai wanted one person’s specific blood - his best friends’ Y/N’s. Only her blood was able to wake up every fiber in his body. The young heretic didn’t know why that was and at first he had been worried to ask her , afraid she might push him away and he’d lose their friendship. After one accident with Damon , when the vampire tried to kill him again , Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place and she had been the one to offer to open up a vein for him. Later on Kai had told her how he cant stop thinking about her , biting her and being around her and she had agreed to help him , hiding a secret of her own.

It was one of those hot summer nights and Y/N laid in bed with a book in her hands. Reading was her escape from reality and every spare moment she had she took as an opportunity to do just that. Her life wasn’t ordinary , not in the traditional sense of the word anyways. Most of her friends were supernaturals and she was one of the few humans left in the group. Her best friend was a vampire witch hybrid. Though he was more than a friend to her - he was the missing piece in her life she never even knew was missing until he showed up.
Y/N flipped another page of her book when a gust of wind blew through her window and with a muffled thud someone’s feet landed on the floorboards. Her heart skipped at bit when she looked up from her book and saw Kai standing there looking hotter than ever. He was wearing jeans , a white shirt and his favorite dark blue / black jacket.
“Hey.” said Kai grinning motioning towards the window. “Why do you keep your window open so widely at night ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous ? Someone might sneak into your room.”
Y/N laughed , putting her book away moving a little on her bed to make space for him.”It might be , but not with you around.”
“Your friends would say the opposite.” replied Kai , kicking his shoes off climbing onto the bed next to her. “I am a dangerous sociopath , remember ? Even more so now that I am a heretic.”
“The only thing I find dangerous about you is how I could never get enough of your constant talking.” she laughed.
“You don’t find it annoying ?” he asked amused. “Most people would literally put a sock in my mouth to keep me from talking you know. Damon tried once.”
“Not at all. I love the sound of your voice.” she laughed. ”Are you hungry?”
Kai smiled at her , his hands behind his head. “Always am , sweetheart. Being a vampire is so weird. I can hear things from miles away and thats awesome except when I have to listen to your friends bicker. They do that a lot by the way.“
“Yeah , things are a little on edge lately.” she sighed tossing herself onto the pillow next to him. Kai turned to his side , his fingertips touching the skin on her neck feeling her blood flowing , pulsating in her veins.
“May I?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Kai ?” she said smiling moving her hair to the side. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Yeah but its nicer when I do.” he said rolling on top of her , his knee between her legs. Y/N smiled as Kai gripped her wrists holding them on either side of her head , purple black veins flickering under his eyes. The sight of Kai’s vampirism always did things to her - send butterflies to her stomach and shock waves *down there*. He smirked devilishly and sank his teeth into her neck.
The feeling of having a vampire feed on someone’s blood is hard to explain. Its a rush , pleasure and the good kind of pain at the same time. Of all three when Kai was feeding on her , Y/N felt the pleasure most of all. That night as every other night Kai had fed on her she felt the waves vibrate through her body , concentrating mostly on her heat. It was impossible to avoid the feeling. Her crush on him had grown into strong feelings and having him this close and personal did things to her nothing and no one else could.
A low moan escaped her lips as Kai drained an artery , slowly pulling away from her feeling Y/N slide down a little and grind her crotch against his knee. He wiped away his mouth looking at her with a surprise and curiousity in his eyes.
“S-Sorry.” she muttered. “I dont know why I did that…”
Kai was starring at her , only then realising the feeling he always got while feeding on her went both ways. He had thought it was one sided , a side effect of his vampirism or something but maybe he had been wrong. Y/N’s eyes met his , noticing a different kind of glow in them. He smiled nervously , brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment before his lips touched hers , kissing her gently for a second but long enough to make her head spin even more than before.
Y/N’s heart beat faster than ever and she had trouble remembering how to breath, blink or function for that matter. Kai gazed into her eyes , trying to figure out her reaction. He could hear her heart racing after the kiss but had no idea what that reaction meant. Her heart always raced like that when he was around.
“Kiss me again” she whispered and his lips crashed against hers again ,demanding and hungry for more. He leaned towards her pressing his crotch against hers as their lips felt like they were glued together. Y/N moaned into he kiss feeling Kai’s hand slide between their bodies towards her heat. Kai pushed his way into her panties , rubbing her clit slowly with his fingers. He wanted her , not just her blood but her , all of her. He wanted to kiss every square inch of her body and make her his again and again.

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okay so lately i am really really into the characters of mystic messenger, so i decided to make a rain aesthetic gif, here’s MC and 707 with matching turtlenecks

this took several hours and may i please die now???? 

lmao stay tuned for more fanart and hopefully more gifs <3

any kind of support is super appreciated; thank you so much for liking my art!!

Title:   Arrangements

Part One

Pairing:  Loki x Reader

Warnings: Maybe swearing

Summary: When Asgardian Royalty arrived at your door, you knew what you were expecting. The same rude, arrogant and brutish personalities as every other prince to ever make your acquaintance.  Not this time, however. This time you have to make a choice; one that will change your life forever.

Word Count:  2.5k

A/N: This takes place before the first Thor movie btw, also the tag list is open for part two which will be up on Sunday, mainly because of the snow I have no school and loads of free time, so let me know if you want to be tagged


You stepped back from the man you had just accidentally walked into.

“Ah, a maiden. Could you please get me a glass of water and bring it to the throne room,” the man ordered politely while looking down at you.

“I’m sorry?” You replied trying to mask any shock or offence in your voice.

You were the princess of Vanaheim, not a servant. Just because you weren’t in a long flowing dress or wearing a crown did not mean you weren’t royalty.  You didn’t know who this man was, but you were perfectly willing to play mind games with him.

“A drink. Of water. Bring it to the throne room. Understand?” He dictated.

You simply nodded in reply and retreated to the kitchen.  You knew that that man must have been one of the Odinson brothers. That’s what the meeting in the throne room was to be about; welcoming your humble guests to the great planet of Vanaheim. This was going to be so much fun.

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Angelica waited for him to reply. There was no answer.

The treasurer’s office was in total darkness, with the curtains drawn. It smelled of ink and dust, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Two stacks of papers guarded the figure of Alexander who, holding the quill, as usual, was writing. Angelica wondered how the hell he saw where or what he was doing, but he was just doing it. Non-stop.

- Alexander, do not ignore me! What the hell is wrong with you? - she asked again.

Seeing him so focused, so absorbed, one could almost feel the weight of the obligations he wanted to fulfill, heavy as chains. The quill continued to move when Alexander spoke, without turning.

- I thought I had made it clear, I will not go upstate - said annoyed - I have a so much work to do. If Eliza and you can not understand I-

- The only one here who can not understand it is YOU! - remarking the ‘you’, Angelica released the knob and walked behind the desk, looking at Alexander straight, the furniture between them. Alexander did not let go of the quill but he was more self-conscious and avoided the intense look with which Angelica seemed to attack him.  

 - Listen to me Hamilton and listen to me well - Angelica snatched the quill from his hand to make him look her in the eye. It worked.

- I’m tired of a stupid puddle of water separating me from my home here; tired of planning and planning the perfect vacation with Eliza so that now you throw it all overland; tired of having to wait weeks to hear from you; tired of having to imagine your face, and when finally I have you in front of me, after traveling 5,500 kilometres… you deny my request? - she took a deep breath and pointed him with the quill - Oh, Alexander, this is falling very low…

- Angelica, I’m sorry - he spat - I understand that this bothers you, but it’s my job that is at stake! I’ve fought hard for this, I can not afford to throw it all away now-

Angelica banged on the table. Alexander was startled.

- And in what the hell is good for you? To unveil you? To overwhelm you, get away from your family, not be able to enjoy your own children? - more than angry, Angelica seemed on the verge of despair.

Alexander’s eyes widened. Then he looked at the ground, guilty. He rubbed his face with both hands. There were too many fronts open at the same time, he was overwhelmed, could not think clearly. Finally, Angelica saw a fracture in his chains, an opportunity. She relaxed his tone and slowly, left the quill on the table.

- You have written so much that you could fill the entire Congress - she said, almost whispering, with a touch of admiration - I do not think they care that you take a break, and resume your duties in a while … or at least, that you divide them enough to be able to allow you a vacation …

Alexander looked at both hands conscientiously. Closing his fists, he looked up to reconnect his pupils with her sister-in-law’s. They maintained the connection, a chill ran down her back.

- Eliza … she has been preparing this vacation for months, it really makes her very happy - she took a deep breath - and personally, I didn’t lie when I said I would miss your face.

Alexander got up, catching up with her. The desk separated them physically, but for them, it no longer existed. He took a strong breath, squeezing his eyes, and when he opened them, they had the look of a prisoner who was crying out for help to get out of his own prison. Luckily, Angelica had the key he needed.

- Alexander, let’s enjoy these three months…


Taking a Break AU: the beginning (2/3)

Summer of 1791, New York City. Elizabeth Schuyler’s vacations are in several danger due to the fact her beloved husband Alexander Hamilton refuses to go to the family vacation in any way. Luckily, her sister Angelica may take a different way in this AU and, perhaps, change some things…

Phew! Finally, the second part is ready! I’m so sorry for have it this late, better late than never? *runs*  
I had a great time doing these gifs, I hope they see okay!
Also, forgive my English grammar please, I’m not native and I SUCK AT WRITING if there are some important errors please tell me
WOW, what will Alexander answer? HOW TO SAY NO TO THIS HA HA 

no seriously how

First part!

More of Taking a Break AU!

1: Hidden Figures

In many ways, Hidden Figures, was a perfect movie to start this project with. This film tells an incredible story of three inspiring women (each in their own ways) who work at NASA in the 1960′s, during a heated time in American history and the Space Program itself. The audible gasps of the crowd during the movie - and the discussions I heard after leaving the theatre - made it clear to me that the message of this story came across beautifully and its themes may resonate now more than ever. Highly recommended!

Added bonus: the movie started late so we didn’t have to watch any previews!

- This is a part of my MotionPictures project, a series where I see a movie every week in 2017 and create a GIF based on it. 

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Proud Daddy

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 260

Warnings: Daddy! Dean

A/N: Just something I threw together before bed. Tags are late and everything. Sorry. May not even be worth a tag. *Shrugs*

“Dean?” you breathed shallowly as the doctor handed you your baby girl. Dean watched the doctor hand you the baby, a look of aww and wonder on his face. He was the happiest you had ever seen him.

“It’s a girl,” you cried, kissing her pink cheeks as Dean smiled down at you. “Your baby girl.” He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. You hoped that look didn’t go away for a long, long time.

“My girls are the most beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours while his hand cradled your baby’s head. “Hey, baby girl,” Dean smiles at your daughter.

“Campbell,” you smiled at him, hoping he would approve. It was in honor of his mom, the fiercest hunter you’d ever met. Her reappearance has threw everyone for a loop, and you knew just how close Dean wanted to be with her. “Cami for short”

“It’s perfect,” he breathed, kissing her on the forehead. “My little Campbell. My beautiful Cami. Perfect,” he managed, his voice constructing with emotion. “I love you,” he said, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

“I love you,” you smiled, his lips finding yours again. “Let’s get the rest of the family in here. I know they have to be dying to meet her.”

A baby in this world. With this life. It wasn’t going to be easy. Thankfully you were surrounded by love and support. And Dean. You knew he’d be the best father in the world. Everything would be just fine.

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Request: Can I request an Isaac Lahey imagine where Y/N is a newly turned wolf and doesn’t have an anchor since Isaac left her for Allison, but she needs him? I love your writing!!💜💜

includes: angst, almost turning, fluff, flirting, more angst, etc.

gif: ? (let me know so I can cred!)


Crowds of crimson were smushed into the stadiums, their cheers echoing around the sun sparkled field where the lacrosse match was currently being held. To mark the end of spirit week, Beacon Hills would host its annual bonfire and post lacrosse school celebration, one (Y/N) had no interest in attending whatsoever, yet found herself wandering into. Two french braids framed either side of her weary face, her lips bent into a semi-permanent frown, her chest covered with a bright red lacrosse tee sporting the number 14 on the back. She grimaced lightly as she tried to squeeze between the rows of students and to an empty seat close to the grass. She folded her legs, eyes glowing under the light as she caught sight of number fourteen himself sprinting across the field and effortlessly scoring a goal, to which the crowd erupted in applause. She smiled a little, freezing over when Isaac’s unmistakable blue eyes caught her from across the field, as she could feel them boring into her from all the way in her seat. He flashed her a big grin, so she pursed her lips and waved politely back, her chest tightening with pain. She used to come to every game to support Isaac, but as this was her first in ages, the first where that boy on the field was but an acquaintance at this point, remembering the past and how he’d send her those smiles only hurt. 

The sun began to set, casting a pink hazy glow over the grass, the scoreboards lighting up neon red and illuminating Beacon Hill’s close score with the visiting high school. There were two minutes left on the clock, and the boys stood like a wall as they formed a stance in the center of the field, their last shot to take the win. Everyone’s colorful signs were still, bodies unmoving as they tensed. A whistle went off, and a blur of colors went running in all directions. First to McCall, then number 20, then by some miracle Stiles didn’t drop the ball, then to number 14; Isaac. As the last seconds ticked to a stop, his eyes gravitated to (Y/N), and she gave him a small nod and a mutter beneath her breath.

“You got this.”

She knew he’d heard, the little tilt of his jaw as the ball whizzed into the net told her that. Then students burst from their seats like popcorn, screaming and jumping to their victory, many pouring from the stadiums and onto the field. The girl stood, shoulder bumping someone’s as she rose, her focus landing on a shorter girl with brown eyes and a distinct face. Her breath hitched at once, praying the girl didn’t recognize her, but that look of fear and recognition said otherwise. 

“You’re-” the girl gaped, but (Y/N) was already sprinting away and melting into the crowd in a matter of seconds.

She spun around, making sure she’d lost the girl, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Then she was split from the crowd and pushed to the middle of the field, where the boys had grouped and were huddled around Lahey, whose name echoed around the stadium. He smiled, drunk on the victory as he was hustled from the group, his blue eyes lifting and freezing on the girl. She gave a half smile, and he went to approach her at once, but was cut off by a brunette who’d barreled into him, none other than Alison Argent. She threw her arms around his neck, and his smile faded as he was distracted, lifting his gaze a second later but catching no sign of (Y/N). He pat Alison gently and peeled her off, saying something to her and running into the crowd before she processed his goodbye.

“(Y/N)!” he called, and though his voice was drowned out by students, he knew she’d hear it. “I know you hear my voice, just, come back, okay?”

He finally broke from the crowd and saw her, arms folded over her crimson top, her back against the edge of the stadium. 

“You’re here,” he breathed with relief, skipping over to her.

His blonde curls were plastered to his sweaty skin, his blue eyes alight and bright under the big white lights, his arms smeared in dirt and grass. God, was he a sight for sore eyes.

“Where else would I be?” she tried playfully.

“I don’t know, actually,” Isaac stopped, leaning against the bleachers beside her, “wherever you’ve been hiding these past weeks?”

“Oh,” her smile faltered, “yeah I’ve just been, uh-”

“Busy,” Isaac nodded solemnly, “yeah.”

“You were great out there though,” she tried to lighten the mood. “Remember when we used to practice together?”

“If by practice you mean you’d throw me a ball and I’d catch it with superhuman speed, and then I’d throw one and you’d miss it and it would somehow hit you in the face by accident-”

“Oh shut it, Lahey,” she giggled, giving him a shove.

He smiled wide, “couldn’t forget it. Oh and cute jersey,” he added, “a little big though. You must’ve got it off some really tall and handsome guy I bet, one with a smolder to make the girls swoon,” he teased.

“He’s actually pretty average,” she shrugged with a grin.

“Ouch,” he covered his heart with mock hurt. “But I bet you might be good at lacrosse now.”

“Why so?” she pondered.

“Well, now you have the…gift.” He said it quietly like someone was listening, but of course no one was.

“Sure, if that’s what you call it,” she laughed bitterly, “some gift.”

“Why the long face?” he tapped her nose lightly, “It’s a blessing in disguise.”

“Not really,” she said with a sigh, “that’s actually why I’m here.”

“What?” Isaac inquired, eyes narrowing. “So you didn’t come to see the game to see m-” he paused thinking over his words, “us.”

“No,” she admitted, folding her arms over her chest. “Well, sort of.”

“What gives?” he questioned, trying not to seem taken aback.

“My father is here,” she muttered.

“That asshole,” Isaac groaned and shook his head in disgust.

Her father, one of many Beacon Hill’s policeman, was not only a strict officer, but also a terrible excuse at a good parent. He’d left his wife, hurt his daughter, and to say they didn’t get along would be an understatement.

“I know, just, shhh, okay?! He’s here because a girl was near the woods the other day and got attacked by a creature and she goes here, so he’s, you know, patrolling.”

“What!?” Isaac gaped. “What attacked h-”

He froze, icy eyes glazing over, jaw setting as a realization settled on his features, “you did not.”

“I may have,” she grimaced.

“Oh my god!” he panicked silently, grabbing her by the shoulders and shifting her behind the bleachers where it was completely empty. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I’m sorry, okay!” she threw her hands up in defense, “it was really late and I’d lost control, I didn’t know what I was doing. I just saw this blurry shadow and I was so angry and out of it that I jumped at her out at her without thinking. She screamed and called for help, and I really could’ve torn out her throat if I wanted-”

The girl paused, catching Isaac’s opened mouth and wide eyes.

“But I didn’t!” she exclaimed. “I ran away, and she’s fine, it’s just…”

“Just what?” his jaw pulsated lightly.

“I may have just seen her here and she may have totally recognized me and my dad may definitely be onto me about being a werewolf,” she rushed in one breath.

“Jesus,” Isaac ran a hand through his gold curls with agitation. “How did all this happen?”

“I-I don’t know, Isaac. Things have been super rough for me recently, and this transition being thrown on top of it just has me in a constant state of feeling helpless and absolutely insane.”

The sun was gone now, the sky black and dotted in golden stars, shadows flickering over the faces of the huddled supernaturals. From over the field, students were already lighting the big red and gold fire.

“Why haven’t you told me?” he whispered sadly.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the one who abandoned me.” 

She’d said it without thinking, her mouth dropping as she regretted her words at once, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright,” he shook his head, “I had it coming.”

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head.

“Don’t be, you’re right.”


“One of the many reasons I’d missed seeing you was because I couldn’t even apologize to you,” he chewed at his lip with worry like he always did when he was stressed.

“For what?”

“Scott told me how much you’ve been struggling,” Isaac murmured. “And don’t,” he raised his finger when he saw her grimace, “be mad at him for telling me. I forced him. I forced him to tell me everything, since you wouldn’t.”


“No, just listen,” he cut her off. “What you’re going through shouldn’t be something you do alone. And I know you pushed everyone away, even Stilinski won’t shut up about it. And it’s my fault. When you were bit I just got so scared, and I-I panicked. I wasn’t okay in the head, I thought you would never forgive me because I know you never wanted this. I chose it, I chose this, but not you. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling that resentment, so I broke us apart, thought maybe it’d be better for you to experience this transition by yourself, but that was an absolutely shit thing to do and I see that now, and I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

She just stood there in the silence of the night and chirping crickets, her heart racing.

“Say something?” he asked, “please?”

She cleared her throat and rubbed lightly at her temples, “I’m not saying I agree,” she murmured hoarsely, “but I understand. And I know it’s selfish of me to just barrage in here and ask for your help, especially now that you have priorities with Alison and everything.”

His full lips twitched down at the mention of her name. “(Y/N)…”

“No,” she insisted, “my turn.” She nodded, “I know you’re happy. You have everything you want. You’re praised on and off the field, you have the girl of your dreams, you have it all. But meanwhile, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing right now and how I can survive. And yes, seeing her run across that field and into your arms, it hurts, Isaac, like shit. But, I need to let that go, I know. I have to focus on myself, because the only thing that hurts worse is turning and losing control, slipping up and feeling myself lose sense. So, I’m asking for your help, please.”

Isaac’s eyes were shimmering, it looked like he’d cry, but he didn’t. He just cleared his throat and nodded, “of course.”

“(Y/N)!”  a voice hollered, through the night.

A breeze brushed her skin as none other than her father walked from around the bleachers, clad in his uniform.

Dad,” she addressed him curtly, her heart racing.

“Lahey,” the officer nodded at Isaac, who he not only had taken a liking to, but had absolutely no idea was a werewolf.

“Sir,” he bent his head.

“Can I speak to my daughter a moment?” he said, hie eyes fiery as they landed on the girl.

Her eyes widened as they caught Isaac’s, and he shook his head at once, “I’m sorry, I can’t do that sir.”

“Excuse me?” his voice lowered.

“I said,” Isaac’s polite smile vanished, “I’m not going anywhere.”

The officer’s eyes narrowed with dislike, “very well. (Y/N), I just had a very distressed young lady inform me that the thing that attacked her in the woods looks just like a girl at this school, you, in fact.”

“Oh?” she shrugged, “weird.”

“Mmm,” he huffed, “is it? That you’ve been acting up, and then this happens right near our home last week?”

“Mom and I’s home,” she corrected, “not our.”

“Don’t try that tone,” he spat.

“Then don’t pretend you didn’t walk out on us after hurting us both.”

Her father’s hands trembled like he might hit her, but he didn’t this time.

A heat sparked in her chest, a knot in her heart as she felt the tips of her fangs extending out, her nails curling against her fists. Isaac’s eyes widened in alarm, and he wrapped his hand gently around hers so as to hide the claws, his hands catching the drops of blood that dripped from her palms.

“I’m sorry sir, but your daughter and I are going to be on our way now,” he said, pulling her carefully around the bleachers.

“Don’t walk away!” he barked, to which Isaac ignored him.

“Stay calm, okay sweetheart? I got you.”

She breathed heavily, throat rumbling dangerously.

“I know what you are!” he hollered.

Isaac growled audibly and spun on his heel, “with all due respect, sir, your daughter was not in the woods the other night, alright? She was with me.” Issac’s slender fingers reached for his back pocket as he pulled out a small package and threw it to her father, who caught the silver wrapping and squinted to make it out. Then, before he could register, Isaac wrapped his arms around her and was away in another moment. He swept her into the deserted parking lot and into the passenger seat of his car, locking the doors and spinning to the girl. His car was warm and familiar, and ironically the place he’d broken her heart.

“Hands,” he commanded.

She extended her wrists, and he unfolded them slowly to reveal the bloodied mess.

“I’m going to rip his throat out,” she said, he teeth piercing her tongue as she growled, her eyes glowing gold.

“No, no, you won’t. You’re going to take a deep breath and count with me, okay? Everything is okay. Focus on something that grounds you, that brings you back, an anchor.”

“I don’t have an anchor,” she growled, her face contorting as she groaned in pain.

“You do,” he insisted. “I need you to focus on someone, picture their face, that person who you can’t live without, and hold onto that, okay?”

Her teary eyes opened, locking to Isaac’s blue orbs, “okay.”

She breathed heavily, never blinking or tearing her gaze from his as he counted slowly with her, rubbing his thumbs soothingly on her arm and matching her breath patterns.

She honed in on those unblinking eyes, the little dimples by his lips, Isaac’s safe and dark scent, and the memories and songs they’d sang in the very car she sat in. Then, slowly but surely, her teeth retreated, her claws retracted, her eyes faded back to their usual color.

He smiled wide and gently pulled her into a hug, “you did it, I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah,” she wiped quickly at the tears in her eyes, “not without you.”

He pulled back and hesitated, his thumb coming to brush a loose tear from her cheek, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she sniffled and pushed her hair from her eyes, “I’m just a mess.”

“A mess with an anchor,” he grinned.

“You, Isaac.”

“What?” he stuttered, his breath catching.

“You’re my anchor.”

She just stared at his awestruck face, her fingers trembling in her lap. Then she sighed and made up her mind, turning to leave the car.

“Wait, don’t.” He touched her shoulder softly.

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head and wiped her ruby stained palms on her jeans, “I know that was wrong, that having you as my anchor is wrong, but I can’t help that.”

“No, it’s okay,” he soothed.

“Really?” her eyes flickered over his face uncertainly.

“Yeah, really,” he breathed, “you’re still mine.”

Her heart practically flipped from her chest, unable to help the short laugh when she breathed, “oh?”



A sudden silence and thick tension spread over the two, their eyes locked, their faces inches apart.

“What did you give him?” she broke the silence, her blood rushing in her ears.


“My dad, what did you give him earlier?”

“Oh,” Isaac smirked, eyes glinting mischievously, “condom.”

She practically choked on the air, snorting and covering her mouth, “you what?”

“Well he’s not asking questions now is he?” Isaac laughed with an arched brow.

“No, he’s not,” she grinned dumbly at him. “You just had that on you then?”

“I was lucky,” he shrugged.

“So, you and Alison…?” she let the question dangle.

“What? No, oh no!” he waved his hands, “no no no.”

“Oh,” she sighed, sounding more relieved than she’d meant to let on. “But, you were going to?” she asked. 

“No, sweetheart,” he laughed, “that had been in my pocket for a while because this girl I used to date was super kinky and she used to fuck me after lacrosse games all the time.”

“Wh-” she started, her eyes going wide when she caught his words. She shoved the giggling boy and covered her reddened face, “shut up, Lahey.”

“I’m not lying am I?” his lips twitched, eyes sparkling dangerously.

He pulled her hands from her face, and she pressed her lips together, smiling, “well, this guy I used to date would be all sweaty and hot after his lacrosse games, and it would turn me on so much,” she teased.

“Really now?” he flashed a smile.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, smile fading when she realized those honey colored curls were still a mess over his sculpted, dirtied, sweaty face, which is exactly what drove her insane.

He snorted, “oof, don’t jump on me or anything.”

As much as she would’ve wanted nothing else, she said, “I know, off limits, hah hah.”

Isaac’s smile faded, a quiet enveloping the space again.

“About what you said earlier, about Alison-” he murmured lowly, blinking through his lashes. “You were wrong.”

“I was?”

He nodded and bit at his lip, eyes boring hungrily into hers, “I made a mistake, letting you go.”

He tilted his face, bending closer, breath fanning over hers, and she pulled away, which hurt like hell, “Isaac.”

“I know,” he groaned and sat back. He reached his fingertips out and came close to lacing them in hers, withdrawing before their fingers could intertwine. “God, I know. But, I just want to…” he shook his head, aching in his voice, he didn’t have to say anything though, she knew what he meant.

“I know, me too. Goodnight, Isaac Lahey,” she smiled sadly, stepping into the frigid night.

“I can drive you,” he offered, but she knew one more second near him and she’d make a bad decision, so she shook her head.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

And then he watched with agony as the girl he was irretrievably in love with walked away.

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Title: Nerves Can Be a Good Thing
Character: Peter Parker

“Hey, just wanted to leave you a message. I tried calling earlier but no one answered so I thought I’d try again. You’re probably just busy or somethin’, I dunno. But uh, give me a call when you get this, I’m a little worried about you….This is Peter by the way.”

Peter ended the call and tossed his phone onto his bed, taking refuge on the ground while he waited for a potential answer from you. It was Saturday night and the two of you almost always did something together. But in all the times he had tried calling you, there was no answer.

He nearly had a heart attack when his phone started ringing, quickly sitting up and snatching his phone.


“Heya, honey.” Aunt May’s voice said over the phone, and Peter could help the frown that settled into his face when he realized it wasn’t you.

“Oh hey, Aunt May.” Peter said, falling back onto the floor.

“Well you sound disappointed, is something the matter?”

“Nah, just expected someone else.”

“Okay, well we can talk about it later if you want. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be late again, there’s some money on the kitchen table if you want to order some food.”

Peter nodded. “Souds fine, talk to you later.”

Aunt May ended the call and he let the phone drop onto his chest while he sighed deeply. Peter rested his hands behind his head and tried to focus on something else.


After Tony gave him back his spider suit, Peter had been more careful about choosing his battles and spending more of his time being a normal teenager. But, that meant he had a lot of free time to do nothing.

After 45 minutes passed and there still wasn’t word of you, Peter decided to head over to your place and see if everything was alright. It was unlike you to go this long without a simple response to tell him you’d talk later.

Peter checked the time and started to put on his shoes, and in an instant he was out the door.


The lights were on in your house, so Peter guessed that someone had to be home. Even if one of your parents answered, he could at least ask if you were okay.

Peter straightened out his shirt and ran up to ring the doorbell, rocking back and forth on his feet while he waited for an answer.

“Hey Peter, what are you doing all the way out here?” You said, surprised to find your friend standing on your doorstep this late in the evening.

Peter took a minute to take in your appearance. You were wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, but he noticed that you face was all made up like you had just been somewhere.

He could see your eyeliner that was was beginning to smudge at the ends, telling him that you’d been out for some time.

Peter knew the color of your lips, he also knew that you weren’t one to wear lip stuff if it wasn’t for a special occasion.

“Hey…(Y/n),” He said, trying to figure out what you had been doing. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

Your hand when to touch your mouth and you made a face like you had remembered something important. “Oh yeah, it was for a thing.”

You let Peter inside, he explained all of his messages of worry and that he had come over to make sure you were alright.

“Oh yeah, I was just doing a thing and my phone was on silent for most of it, then when I got home it was dead.” You explained to him as he followed you upstairs.

“Speaking of, what exactly is this ‘thing’ you went to?” Peter was now leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom while you began to rub off all your makeup. He found himself slightly laughing when most of it just transfered under your eyes to make you look exhaustingly tired. Then a thought occured to him, it was a Saturday night and you had made yourself look nice for something unannounced. “It wasn’t a date was it?”

Peter attempted to sound like he was teasing you, he even pulled out his boyish smile to convince you that he was totally and completely unaffected by you going out with someone else.

Even if that was the farthest thing from the truth.

“It was actually,” Peter felt his heart drop, still trying to outwardly seem like he was peachy-keen.

“It wasn’t anything too fancy, I just wanted to try and look nice for it you know?” You paused, running a hand towel under the faucet before you started properly washing your face. “He was nice and all, but I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

That caught his attention, and his brows lifted ever so slightly. “Really? Why’s that?”

You turned off the faucet and shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess he just wasn’t my type.”

“Type? You have a type now?” Peter never heard you once mention the sort of person you preferred to date.

You looked over at him and smiled. “Everyone has a type, Peter,” You said, walking past him to go to your room. “Even you do.”

“Yeah, but like, you’re not gonna go out with him again,” Peter sat down on the edge of your bed and watched you walk around. “Are you?”

“Any reason why it matters?”

“N-No,” He tried to make it nonchalant, but you were already staring him down like you knew something and he sighed. “Because…”

You took a seat on the floor, crossing your legs under you. “You can tell me, I’m not gonna laugh at you or anything.”

Peter laughed nervously and looked down at his hands. “Because, maybe,” He broke off his sentence to clear his throat. “Maybe, I was planning on asking you out or something,” The volume off his voice got quieter towards the end of his sentence. “But like, I totally understand if you don’t want to or anything! It was just me…saying stuff. Unless you do want to! I mean that would be really nice, but don’t worry about it.”

It took you a few moments to understand exactly what he was trying to say to you, but over the years you’d become an expert at decoding ‘Peter Parker Ramble’.


“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you.”

There was a moments pause.

“Wait! Really?!”