“Scott, Stiles will you wait up.” You yelled after the boys
who were jogging ahead of you, and had seemed to vanish of the fain path, that
was slowly vanishing. You stopped running and caught your breath, taking a deep
gulp from your water bottle, and hoping the two dummies would realise they’d
left you behind.
After a few minutes of wondering blindly through the woods
you decided to sit down and get your bearings. It wasn’t until something caught
“Scott… Stiles?” You called out as you pushed yourself off
the ground and began looking for the source of the noise.
“Sorry Sweetie just me… Lost again?” Isaac wondered out of
the clump of trees to your right and you sighed.
“I thought you were someone else.” You muttered as you
blushed a deep red.
“Yeah I heard, you need me to help you get back to the road
again?” He offered. You could tell by his tone that he thought finding you lost
in the woods yet again was amusing, it wasn’t like you couldn’t eventually find
your way out, just that you’d been listening to Stiles ramble on rather than
paying attention to where you were going.
“No I can get out of the woods I did grow up in Beacon Hills
so I know where to go.” You swallowed the lie and started to walk in the
direction that you thought was the right way. Missing the tilt of Isaac’s head
and the chuckle when he easily picked up the added thuds of your lie in your
“You need to stop playing in the woods if you’re going to get lost every
time you go near them.” Isaac said, not moving from the spot he was stood in.
you span around to face him only to see a smug smile plastered on his face.
“I wasn’t playing I was exercising.” You snapped quickly before turning
on your heels.
“You’re going the wrong way Sweetie.” His smug arrogance
irritated you to no end but unless Stiles and Scott, who were most likely waiting
for you in the car park of the trail, turned up in the next few minutes you
would never get out of the woods.
“Well which way would you suggests, seeing as you seem to
live in the woods.” You snapped back, irritation clearly showing on your face
as you crossed your arms and lent on one leg.
“Probably that way seeing as the other way leads out of
town.” Isaac said with a raised eyebrow as you follow his hand to see he was
pointing in the opposite direction.
“Well I’ll be on my way and I’ll leave you alone in the
woods like a creepy loner dude.” You mumbled as you stomped away from him.
“My god Sweetie, break my heart why don’t you… good luck
getting back to the car park.” His tone was cold and sarcastic but you didn’t mind,
if he wanted you to be nicer she shouldn’t have been so arrogant.
“Whatever Isaac, I’ll see you next time I get lost.” You snap
back with equal arrogance.
You squeaked nervously when he gripped your arm and span you
around until your arms were crushed against his chest. His arms slowly slid
around your waist as his breath became heavy and for a moment you thought he
was hyperventilating. Then with a step closer you were cradled to him as his
lips met yours in a soft kiss.
He moaned softly and you pulled away and attempted to catch
“Get Lost Soon Sweetie.” He mumbled once he’d finally let
you go and began walking off into the woods. You stood still, dazed for a
moment, before snapping back to reality making a mental not to ask Scott and
Stiles if they knew anything about Isaac.
I know I vanished from here and twitter since like Friday or whatever. I didn’t even talk to friends or anything, I kinda just needed a break from everything. I’ve been fighting a cold/virus too. Sooo on another note, I’ve struggled with chronic back pain for about 7ish years now, I’ve whined about it here and there in posts so some of you know already. Anyway I’ve been doing physical therapy for about 5 months now with basically no improvement—it actually got a lot worse and I started having numbness in my limbs and stuff. So they put me on this new medication yesterday for that and now they wanna do this procedure for the pain on June 12th. It actually makes me really nervous and I’m paranoid as fuck that they’re gonna fuck it up and paralyze me or make my pain worse cause I ALWAYS seem to be in that 1% of possible risk when it comes to medical things, like agajdkjd fuck. But a big part of me is like, wow if this actually works and even for a few weeks/couple months? Fuck, even ten minutes would be appreciated as long as they’ve found something that helps.
Sometimes I think, man, it sure must be nice being the good guy.
I relate to you, Rokurou. When I hit bottom, I was crushing man’s skull like sparrow’s egg, between my thighs… and I think, why you have to be so bad, Velvet? Why can’t you be more like good guy? Then I have moment of clarity… if Velvet is good guy, who will crush man’s skull like sparrow’s eggs between thighs? And I say, “Velvet you are bad guy, but this does not mean you are *bad* guy.”