“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.
“So, did you ask her yet?”
Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”
Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”
Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”
Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”
Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”
“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”
Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”
Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”
“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”
“Uh, just now!”
“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”
Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.
“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot. A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”
“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”
Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”
Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”
“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”
Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”
[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”
Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.
Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”
“So.” He repeated under his breath.
Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”
Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”
Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”
Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.
Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”
Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”
“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.
[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”
Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.
Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”
Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”
“What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”
Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.
As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”
Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”
Oh my god. This slo-moed GIF has got me transfixed. Let me explain why…
Firstly, There was no need for Jensen to stand so close to hand over that glass. All he needed was to extend his arm a little bit more. Then he looks at Misha so weirdly, like what the hell is that? Then, Misha “adjusts” his seat by full on sliding his shoulder on Jensen (this is why I slo-moed it).Then look at Jensen’s dumb face. As soon as Misha’s shoulder “accidentally” slides against him, he breaks out into that tiny smile.
Now compare that to how Jared pours Jensen a drink.
Summary: The reader is Dustin’s sister, and the night takes a weird turn when Steve Harrington is invited to the annual movie night. Steve has to decide what’s more important; keeping his promise to Dustin, or telling the reader the truth.
Word Count: 3153
Authors note: THIS IS SO ANGSTY! Please let me know what you guys think about this one!
You were sitting in your kitchen when you heard the doorbell ring. Loudly you called to your brother, “Dustin, the troops have arrived!”. Dustin was fooling around with something in his room.
You heard a weird noise and faint whispers. Shaking your head you called out, “Is that Mews making that noise because I-”. Dustin yelled back no, and asked you to get the door.
You rolled your eyes but agreed, “Fine I’ll get it”. You didn’t mind getting the door because you weren’t really doing anything.
Tonight you’d be babysitting the gang because it was movie night. You had to admit you enjoyed being with the kids, they were hilarious and extremely entertaining.
You were wearing your normal movie night gear; leggings, fuzzy socks, and an oversized shirt. The doorbell rang again and you yelled, “Calm down guys I’ll be there in a second!”.
Looking down the hall before answering the door you saw Dustin was still in his room. You brushed it off and finally opened the door. To your surprise it wasn’t any of the kids.
It was Steve Harrington. He’d caught you off guard, “Steve what are you doing here?”. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of light jeans, making your heart swoon. To say you had a crush on him was an understatement.
You’d first started to get close with Steve from tutoring him. For the past month or so you’d spend two hours a week with him, helping him with his english class and college essay.
You’d started to see a side to Steve that not a lot of people knew, and you loved it. The problem was that you were way to insecure to think you were anything but friends with him.
The little voice in your head constantly reminded you that Steve was too good for you. It didn’t matter that he’d broken up with Nancy awhile ago, you still hid the way you felt about him.
Steve took off his sunglasses, “Dustin said it was movie night”. You smiled to yourself over the fact that Steve wore his sunglasses despite the fact that it was already nighttime.
You moved to the side and let Steve enter. Over his shoulder he said, “I like the socks by the way”. You were happy his back was to you or else he would’ve seen your blush.
Steve made his way into your living room, sitting down on the couch. You heard Dustin loudly say, “Shit” while still in his room. You raised an eyebrow and called for him again, “Dustin what the hell is happening?”.
He poked his head out of his room, “Nothing (y/n)! Oh hey Steve…oh shit Steve”. Dustin had completely forgot he’d invited Steve to movie night. Steve turned around from the couch, “What’s up little man”.
You heard more noises coming from his room, and you were getting extremely suspicious. Finally you walked into the living room, making your way to where the footrest was.
Opening it you took out your stashed walkie talkie. Steve raised an eyebrow, “You have one too?”. He found himself smiling while watching you fiddle around with it.
While finding the right channel you explained, “It’s for emergencies…and I think Dustin is hiding one from me”. Steve swallowed hard, he knew for a fact that Dustin was keeping everything from you.
Smiling he said, “Why don’t I try to talk to him, that way you don’t have to eavesdrop!”. You put down the walkie talkie, it was worth a shot. Nodding your head you said, “You’re right..I wouldn’t want to break his trust”.
Steve let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in. Quickly he made his way to Dustin’s room, slamming open the door. As he took in the scene all he said was, “What the fu-”.
Dustin pulled him forward, getting him to shut up. All Steve saw was bloody towels in the corner of Dustin’s room, and a broken window.
Steve realized it was Mews, dead, in the corner of the room, “Dustin, explain”. Dustin started talking quickly, giving Steve the quick version of everything that had just happened.
Dustin had found this little lizard thing, named him Dart, and kept him hidden from everyone. Dart was from the upside down, and had killed Mews…and was now somewhere on the loose.
The first thing Steve asked was, “So how do you know it’s not a lizard?”. Dustin rolled his eyes and went on another big tangent. Steve laughed, “Okay..Okay! Look we need to tell (y/n)”.
Dustin shook his head, “Hell no is that happening! I want to keep (y/n) safe which means this stays a secret! Everything stays a secret, promise that Steve”. The last thing Dustin wanted to do was put your life in danger, so he hid everything from you.
Steve shook his head, “Look man, I really don’t think that’s a good idea..she can already tell you’re hiding something from her”. Dustin finally heard the rest of the boys responding to his code red.
He rushed to get his bag together, “Look I need you to distract her for me okay I-”. Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “Ain’t gonna happen you need too-”. The boys were already forming a plan while on the other line.
Dustin looked to Steve, “Please Steve….I care about her too much..and I know you do too”. Steve was taken back, and he ran a hand through his hair trying to deflect things.
Dustin smirked watching how Steve was nearly blushing. He was already halfway out the window, “Tell her plans changed and I went to Will’s house okay?”. Before Steve could even agree Dustin was gone.
He yelled out the window, “You owe me!”. Steve left Dustins room, but not before covering up the rest of the crime scene. He clapped his hands together before leaving the room, proud of the job he’d done.
Steve made his way back to the living room to find you standing up with your arms crossed over your chest. You were nervous, “What did he say? You guys were in there for awhile..”.
Steve smiled, “Uh movie night plans changed…Dustin left to go to Will’s house”. Immediately you grabbed your coat and made your way towards the door.
Steve pulled you back by grabbing your arm, “(y/n) slow down, trust me he’s fine”. You shook your head. Too determined you said, “No Steve, something is up!”. Steve felt bad lying to you, but he knew it need to be done.
“He’s going to meet Max…they’re having a date at her house!”. Your eyes widened and you found yourself smirking. Calmly you asked, “Why didn’t he tell me?”.
Steve continued to think on his feet, “That’s why I was in there so long..I was..uh giving him advice…he felt weird coming to you”. You thought over the last week, and realized it started to make sense.
You put your coat back down, “So what exactly did you tell him casanova?”. Steve felt extremely relieved that you’d bought what he’d said. Smirking he explained, “I promised not to say”.
Rolling your eyes you made your way towards the kitchen, and Steve followed. You finally got yourself a slice of pizza, “Well let’s just hope you’re a better flirt than you are a writer”.
Steve pretended to be offended, and you both started to laugh. He winked, “I can be extremely charming when I wanna be”. He couldn’t believe that you were flirting with him.
Normally you were to shy and you’d ignore all the little comments or hints he’d make. Steve found himself smiling while watching a smirk form upon your lips. You made your way towards the couch, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re the King”.
Steve’s jaw dropped, and part of him was turned on hearing you tease him like this. He plopped down onto the couch, letting you set up the movie.
You didn’t know why, but suddenly the voice inside your head was gone. You just had the feeling that something about tonight was different, tonight was special. So for once you flirted back.
You’d put in the movie Dustin had picked, and smiled when you realized it was one of your favorites. Steve picked up on your laughter, “What movie is it?”.
Making your way back to the couch after pressing play you sat down next to him. Turning you said, “We only watch the classics here at the Henderson household”.
Steve nodded his head, but out of the corner of your eye you saw his smirk. Smirking too you softly said, “It’s The Goonies”. You’d moved slightly closer to him when you’d spoke.
He smiled, “How about next time I pick the movie?”. You felt goosebumps in your stomach with the promise of “next time”. Trying to harness your new confidence you joked, “If there is a next time”.
Steve pretended to be offended again, using it as an opportunity to move closer towards you. There was no longer any space separating you both, and Steve’s arm rested against the back of the couch.
You smiled to yourself at the fact that he wasn’t trying to push things with you. That reassured the way you felt about him, so you leaned into him.
For a moment Steve looked down at you, surprised that you’d cuddled up next to him. Smiling he put his arm around you, “Oh there’s definitely going to be a next time (y/n)”.
Steve felt your body vibrate against his while you laughed, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy. You looked up to him, and his breath hitched from anticipation.
As you held his gaze you moved your head up, your face now inches from his.You rested a hand on his thigh, “You were right”.
Steve looked from your lips to your eyes, and then back at your lips all while you listened to the slow rise and fall of his chest. Breathlessly he asked, “About what?”.
Smirking you moved to kiss him, “You can be really fucking charming when you want too”. Steve laughed, and moved his hand to cup your face pulling you closer to him.
Just before you could actually kiss there was rapid knocking on the door. Steve groaned, “If that’s D-”. His eyes widened when he remembered that the boys could possibly be in danger, and that could be them.
You got up, “I’ll go check, I’m sure everything’s fine Steve”. He smiled, trying to look calm. Steve remained on the couch, not wanting to concern you.
You opened the door, and saw Billy Hargrove leaning against the frame. Billy grinned, “Hi (y/n), how are you doing tonight?”. You raised an eyebrow, “I’m doing fine..what’s up”.
He sighed, “I’d hate to be such a bother, I was wondering if you could help me with something”. Billy looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.
You smiled while trying to not look so intimidated, “It depends on what it is”. He started to lick his lips while laughing lightly. Instantly Steve picked his head up, he knew that laugh.
Billy leaned forward, “Well aren’t you a fun little thing”. Steve got up and walked towards the door. Turning around you looked to Steve, and saw how annoyed he was.
Billy laughed again, “Is that really you Harrington, or am I dreaming?”. Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, visibly tense. You chimed in, “Look Billy, what can I help you with?”.
Steve stood next to you now, “You’ve got about one minute Hargrove, any second longer and I think I’ll puke from looking at your stupid face”. Billy winked to Steve before putting his attention back on you.
Smiling he said, “I’m looking for my little sister Maxine, the last I heard she was with Lucas but-”. You turned to Steve, and saw him standing there with wide eyes. Slowly you said, “Steve where is Dustin”.
Billy raised his eyebrows, all to amused, “Well well well, if it isn’t the first lover’s quarrel”. Steve turned his attention towards Billy.
Pointing a finger at him he said, “Look asshole, we don’t know where your sister is, and to be honest I wouldn’t fucking tell you if I did”. Looking to Billy you could start to see his own anger rising.
Billy let out a breath, “Wrong move amigo, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into”. You looked back to Steve, and watched him take another step towards Billy.
Steve hadn’t answered you, and that was your main concern. You turned to Billy, “Look Billy, now is not the fucking time to worry about who’s dick is bigger”.
You clearly had his attention so you continued, “The only thing I give a single shit about is finding my little brother, so you’re either going to help us or get the fuck out of my house”.
Steve smiled for a moment at the fact that you’d put Billy in his place. You were extremely confused as you watched Billy start to smile.
He nodded his head, “You’ve got fire sweetheart, I can respect that”. Just as mysteriously as he had showed up, Billy left. He got in his car and sped off into the night.
You pointed a finger at Steve, “You better start explaining Steve!! Why did you say Dustin was with Max?”. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. When he looked at your face and saw how concerned you looked, his heart sank.
Mentally he told himself, “Man up Steve, or else you’ll lose her forever”. You repeated his name, fear consuming you. Steve took your hand, “Follow me-”.
Steve lead you towards his car but you stopped walking. You were angry at yourself for pushing away your gut feelings that Dustin was acting weird.
The voice in your head came back, and you were consumed with guilt. Trying not to cry you said, “I knew something was up…and now it’s my fault…Dustin is in danger and it’s all my fault”.
He kicked at the ground, “It’s not your fault (y/n)..it’s mine..I made a stupid promise”. You were confused, what would Steve have possibly promised.
Steve finally looked you in the eyes, “I promised Dustin I would lie to you-”. Your jaw dropped, you were feeling so many emotions at once.
Something felt off, “About what?”. Steve was unsure of what to do, but out of instinct he took a step towards you.
He explained, “We wanted to keep you safe…I wanted to keep you safe”. You were shaking your head, “From what Steve?!”.
All you knew was that Steve had lied about where Dustin went, and now he was missing. You were scared that what had happened to Will would happen to Dustin, but that you wouldn’t get him back.
Steve shook his head, “I-”. Every fiber in his being wanted to tell you the truth, but he was afraid. Should he continue to lie to you and let you hate him knowing it would keep you safe?
You voice was extremely shaky and broken, “When my dad died I promised him I’d keep Dustin safe Steve…and now you’re telling me there’s real danger…and I let him walk right into it-”.
That was it, seeing you so devastated broke him. Steve knew that he needed to tell you the truth even if you didn’t believe him, even if you never wanted to see him again.
You could hate Steve for the rest of his life as long as it meant he’d never be the reason you cried again. Steve walked over to you and took your hands in his, “I made a promise too..I promised I’d never let anything bad happen to the boys…not Mike..not Dustin..none of them”.
Steve continued, “The truth puts your life in danger…but I promise I’ll always be there to protect you okay?”. Part of you wanted to think he was lying, but you could see how emotional he was.
He shook his head, “Dustin thought that keeping the truth from you would keep you safe but…but…it just fucked everything up..”. Steve was looking down at you, and looked so vulnerable.
So you nodded your head and let him explain everything. The truth about what Will had gone through….the upside down…the demogorgon…Dart… you listened to it all.
It was a damn lot to process, but you tried your best and followed along. The more he spoke the more you realized that maybe this had been the source of your weird feeling.
This was what made tonight so special…maybe this was meant to happen.
When it was all over he was left breathless, trying to read your face for any cues. Steve sort of blacked out while telling you everything and he was afraid he’d just sounded crazy.
Softly you said, “I trust you”. Steve blinked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly. You cupped his cheek, “I trust you Steve…I know you care about me and that you thought lying was doing the right thing”.
Steve smiled, he was so sure he’d lost you forever. Suddenly you remembered, “I know how to find him! The emergency walkie!”. You rushed in the house, grabbing the walkie talkie and turning it to the right channel.
There you heard Dustin clear as day, “Lucas meet us at the old junkyard with Max, code red!”. You looked up and saw Steve standing over you. You stood up, “Come on, let’s go-”.
You went to walk out, but Steve pulled you back again. He couldn’t wait any longer, Steve finally crashed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, dropping the walkie and instead running your hands through his hair.
Steve held on tightly to your waist, all his feelings rushing forward. The kiss left you breathless, all you could do was smile. He softly said, “Wow”.
Smirking you teased, “Just wait until next time Harrington”. Steve laughed softly at your joke. He bit his lip, “Next time”. Shaking your head you kissed him again, unable to resist.
You heard Dustin’s voice again on the walkie, bringing you back into real life. This time you took Steve’s hand and lead him towards his car, “I hope you still have that bat”.
Steve found himself laughing again as he started the engine. As he took off towards the old junkyard, he looked to you in the passenger’s seat.
He watched the street lamps light up those beautiful eyes of yours. That infamous half smirk of yours you did when you were determined to conquer a situation.
Most importantly, he watched himself fall deeper and deeper in love with you.
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
Warnings: all the cute ass fluff, hedges into smut world
A/N: The suggestion from @salvachester was as follows: ohhhhh!!!! Hmm let’s see… Dean (or the reader, your choice) eats the last piece of pie and the other one gets all pouty and faux offended, totally melting the other :D
Well this is what I did with it. Hope you like it! It took a turn I didn’t mean for it to, but I’m rather satisfied with the results. :D Happy FLUFF DAY!
Title: Finding the Way Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: Going back in the timeline in this one to fix my errors for communication with Shaun.
“Good morning, Dr. (L/n).” Shaun said as he brushed passed you and Dr. Claire to head to his locker.
“Morning, Shaun.” You said absentmindedly, trying to get the ink of your pen to run, shaking it to and fro.
Claire glanced up from her charts to look at you curiously, her eyes shifting to the back of Shaun for a second before she sighed. “I don’t get how you do it.”
“What? Keep my will to live? Cause let me tell you that I might be losing it.” You said as you half-heartedly tossed your pen to the side, deciding it was done for.
Claire couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, I mean,” She broke off, hands gesturing where Shaun previously stood. “He talks to you. You don’t even have to try, you just know how to talk to him.”
You held back the laugh. “Are you kidding? I have no idea what the hell I’m doing when it comes to Dr. Murphy,” You said with a bitter laugh. “We greet each other and sometimes I can manage to get him to talk about something small and then that’s it. I’m still figuring out how to reach him.”
“If it’s any consolation; you’re doing a hell of a better job than I am. I can barely get him to acknowledge my presence let alone something as simple as a hello.”
“Oh come on, I think it’s just because you weren’t very nice to him when you two met.” You teased, smiling whenever she gave you a pointed look.
“You of all people should know I was not being mean to him.”
“Of course I do, but like Dr. Glassman said, he can’t pick up on the same social cues we can.”
Claire nodded, both of you entering a familiar and shared mind space together. “Yeah, and there’s the whole question thing too.”
“Don’t remind me, I suck when it comes to avoiding asking him questions. I tried turning some into phrases and then writing them down, but they didn’t make any sense.”
Claire’s eyes went to yours. “You wrote down things to say to him?”
You squinted your eyes at her; knowing what she was implying. “Stop that, it just helps me think.”
Claire grinned, the crinkles around her eyes becoming more prominent. “I didn’t say anything.”
You elbowed her affectionately, closing up your charts before digging around your pockets. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra pen would you?”
In hindsight, walking through a busy hospital while trying to shove your scrubs into a laundry bag to take home was probably not the brightest moment of your career.
You didn’t make it that far before your shoulder mashed right into a blob of white and blue, and the person in front of you would’ve toppled right over had you not instantly dropped your scrubs to steady them, your hands tightly wrapping around their arms.
“Oh jesus! I’m so sorry!” You cried in an apologetic tone, looking up right into the wide gaze of Dr. Murphy.
“Shaun!” You removed your hold on him as soon as you noticed who he was.
“Hello,” He said calmly, as if you hadn’t just knocked right into him, his hands adjusting to their normal place. “Thank you for catching me.”
“I’m really sorry about that, are you okay?” You asked with a slight tilt of your head.
Shaun looked blankly passed you, swaying ever so slightly back and forth.
Your face expressed confusion until you realized your error. “Right, no questions,” You said with a slight tap to your head, thinking for a moment until you spoke again. “You could have really gotten hurt if you had fallen.” You tried weakly.
Shaun nodded. “Yes, but I’m okay thanks to you.” His eyes glanced down to your scrubs on the ground, he knelt down at picked them before holding them out. “You dropped these.”
“Oh sorry,” You said, quickly taking them from him with a flustered smile “Thank you.”
“You say sorry a lot.”
The already glowing flush on your face deepend as you let out a forced laugh. “Yeah, it appears I do.”
Shaun scanned your face for a moment before his gaze adverted to your scrubs. “Are you heading home now?”
“Yes, my shifted ended a couple minutes ago.”
“Okay, you might want to drive more carefully tonight. There was an accident not too far from the hospital.”
Your ears perked up and you resorted to nodding at him. “Thanks for telling me, make sure you get home alright, too.”
“I will, have a good night.” He said shortly with one final nod to you before he walked away.
Summary: Dean comes back, still as a demon to have sex with reader once again. He’s even more turned on when you tell him you like him better this way.
Warnings: Language, Smut
You sat in your house, laid on your couch, moved to your bed, sat in the bathroom, you tried everything to get Dean out of your head. You’re trying to convince yourself you hated having sex with a demon but shit you didn’t. He was hotter this way. Now knowing he’s a demon and he chose you to have sex with makes this 10x hotter and harder to forget about him.
You went back to your couch and turned in the TV. It’s was about 12 in the morning, your eyes became heavy, you eventually drifted off to sleep.
You were woken up by a loud noise up stairs. You looked at the clock on your phone “3:13” you looked around seeing if there were any weapons around. Of course nothing. You sat up and tried hiding. You heard someone call your name.
“Who the fuck?” You whispered to yourself
“I’m tried of playing games! Let’s get this game done!” You heard, shit that’s Dean! You were a little too excited to see him.
“Dean?” You shouted up to him
“Hey baby miss me?” He asked, he was right in front of your face now. His hot breath on your face made you wet.
“Dean what are you doing here?” You wanted to act badass but all you wanted was him to be fucking you.
“I came back for more. I need it.”
“Oh you need it huh?” You asked with a smirk. “What makes you think I want you?” You asked him. You’re such a tease you thought. The only light was from the TV.
“You’re soaking wet right now”
“ What makes you think that?”
He smirked and ripped your panties off. You were only wearing on of his t-shirts and your underwear. He stuck his hand down to your soaking wet folds.
“I don’t think baby, I know” he’s voice was deep, his were pitch black now. Fuck he’s hot.
“What can I say? I like this Dean better?” You smirked. He was face was insanely close to yours, his lips were so close you’re surprised he hasn’t kissed you yet.
“Dean” you said in almost a whisper.
“You want more sweetheart?” He asked
“Fuck baby yes” his fingers were still teasing you, not touching your clit, he avoided it.
He grabbed you and went upstairs to the bedroom, he tossed you on the bed, he turned on the light right next to your bed.
“ Lucky for me I know where everything is.” He smirked, you shot him a confused look not knowing was he was talking about.
He went into your nightstand, he pulled out a vibrator and rope.
Your eyes widened. Fuck me. This is going to be amazing.
“Get up and undress for me. Now.” You did as he said he sat in the bed and watched you.
You slowly took off your shirt his eyes were buying holes in your body. Your legs were already trembling from how bad you wanted him. You slowly took off your lace bra. You were completely naked in front of him, he palmed him self through his jeans.
He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He sat on top of you so he can tie you down. He tied your wrists and ankles to your bedframe. He put rope around your waist and tightened it.
“You’re going to love this sweetheart.” He put the vibrator on your clit “ready?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded your head and he turned it on. You closed your eyes trying not to moan already. You’re breathing started to become shaky.
Dean watched you be helpless and he was enjoying every second of it. Dean smirked at himself and he started to strip in front of you. He was down to his boxers and his dick sprung up and hit his stomach.
He came over to the side of the bed
“Open” you opened your mouth and he stuck his dick in your mouth, you chocked because you weren’t expecting it.
“You like chocking on my big cock baby?” He asked
Fuck he’s so hot. He kept fucking your face, you had moans escaping every once in a while but fuck you wanted him in you.
You tried to talk but he wanted take his dick out
“What was that?” He asked giving you a chance to speak
“Dean ahhh” you moaned as your climax was hitting. He quickly turned off the vibrator so you didn’t come.
“What the hell? I was going to cum?” You were pissed
“Excuse me? You need to learn respect.” Dean came on top off you and lined his dick up with you. You breathed in hard waiting for this.
“Oh this is what you wanted sweetheart, you want me to fuck your little pussy huh?” He asked you moaned at his words.
He smirked and slammed into
“FUCK DEAN” You screamed it hurt but felt so good.
He kept slamming into you eventually you got used to his huge cock.
“Yes baby come on, fuck me harder” you moaned, he did as you said and fucked you harder. you kept moaning louder and louder
“You like me better like this huh?” He asked focusing on pounding you
“Yes baby, I love demon Dean. I love you right baby” you were moaning and trying to talk. All of a sudden the room was spinning your vision went blurry and you couldn’t hear anything but you knew you were screaming. You were cumming on his dick
“Yeah baby you liked cumming on me?” He asked fuck
“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned “come on baby cum inside me” you moaned louder
Just like he shot a load into you and rode out his high with moans louder than some of yours.
He rolled off of you and you both cleaned up after he untied you.
“Sorry y/n I won’t bother you anymore” he said almost out of the door.
“Wait wanna know why I like you better?” You asked
Mia rolled the
end of her side braid around her bun and secured it with a bobby pin while
staring at herself in the mirror.
The curtain next
to her billowed open and the cool ocean breeze raced through her, reminding her
to pay attention to the sound of the crashing waves outside her parents’ beach
house; something she hadn’t indulged in, in a long time.
Her bedroom door
opened and it took her visitor less than 5 steps to reach her and rest her chin
on her shoulder while putting her hands on her arms.
“Isn’t it odd how even when we look the same, I’m
still the prettier one?”
Mia rolled her
eyes at her identical twin who stared back at her in the mirror.
“You look nice. I wonder why”, she said and Mia caught an ironic note in her tone
but brushed it off.
“It’s been a while since the whole family’s gathered”, Mia said with a shrug.
“Oh, I’m sure, Aunt Marie will appreciate your effort.
Come on”, Ava chuckled.
Ava frowned and
studied her sister for a second.
she exclaimed raising an eyebrow, “You
“Ava”, Mia sighed, “You’ve been here for
a minute and you’re already getting on my nerves. What is it?”
Ava stood up,
walked towards the door and opened it before glancing back at her dumbfounded
and two-minute younger twin.
TITLE: You Know What They Say About Love and Hate….
IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) hated each other when they first met. But it’s been three years, did feelings develop or do they still hate each other? You know what they say about love and hate…
[gif is not mine. requests are open. this one shot was heavily influenced by dan and blair’s relationship from gg -some quotes are directly from there, see if you can spot it].
warnings: swear word, mention of the word slut.
word count: 2.4k+
‘…Because when we open our heart we can explore a world of love. And be pleasantly surprised by the people already in our life…’ gg 3x18
(Y/N) walked down the stairs, the train of her dress flowing nicely behind her. She felt like she was in a movie. ‘I feel like a goddess right now,’ she thought. She smiled to herself imagining her date’s face as she came down. Her smile however dropped as soon as she saw that it wasn’t Nick. “Rogers, what the hell are you doing here?”
Steve turned and saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he swallowed the gasp that would have escaped out of his mouth because of her beauty. He put on the facial expression that he often wore around her -indifference and anger.
“Trust me, I don’t want to be here either but there was a change.”
“What kind of change?”
“Tony,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sighed and crossed her arms. “Look (Y/L/N), we need to do this, for him.”
“We’ve tried everything, Rogers. I mean there’s nothing on the guy.” The guy in question was Pepper’s new paramour. Of course nothing was happening between Pepper and the new guy but that didn’t stop Tony from wanting to rip him to shreds. Tony, being Tony of course wanted intense background research on the new guy, trying to find out his deepest, darkest secrets.
“I know, but he wants us to try one more time.” Steve walked towards her, standing in front of her but not close enough to touch her if he extended his arms.
This time Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s your best friend.”
She shrugged, “Gives me more reason to call him pathetic.” (Y/N) started walking to the door, Steve couldn’t help but watch as her arse sway. “Coming Rogers? Or are you too busy staring?”
Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya
A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O
Warnings: fighting, harmful words
I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.
“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”
I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.
Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.
“Y/N? Where are you going?”
“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”
Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.
“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”
Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.
“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”
“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”
“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”
“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”
“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”
“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”
“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”
“Yeah, well, too late for that.”
And with that I was gone.
It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.
“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”
“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”
“Well of course!”
I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.
I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.
There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!
And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…
I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.
“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”
And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.
I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.
I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.
“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.
“Look, it’s not what you think!”
“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”
“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”
Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.
I stormed through the house until I found Tom.
Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…
The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.
“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”
“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”
I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.
“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”
“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”
Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.
“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”
“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”
“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”
“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”
Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.
“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”
“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”
Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.
“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”
I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.
“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”
Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.
“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”
“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”
(requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 4 101 warning : smut summary : Kai meets Reader at the Salvatore house and teases her with magic. *gif by christophwood ____________________________
Ever since Kai turned into a heretic , Damon and his friends made it their mission to keep an eye out of him and keep him busy so he doesn’t kill anyone. Weirdly none of them seemed to even consider that maybe he was changing and that now with his coven was gone there wouldn’t be any reason for him to snap. When they asked him to come over that day he had no idea the day was going to be full of surprises for him. To Kai spending the day at the Salvatore’s with Damon and everyone else (except for Bonnie who still couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him) had seemed like the most annoying thing in the world. They kept eyeing him, following his movements around the room while he looked around , wondering if he’d give them the slip. There were so many things there , he couldn’t help but want to check out every single one of them. It appeared that over the decades , the Salvatore’s had gathered quite an impressive collection of all sorts of trinkets. “Put that down creeper.” said Damon , taking a sip of his bourbon seeing Kai holding one of the old vases. “If you break it , I will break you.” “Always so hostile , Damon. Why is that ? Has Elena stopped letting you — tsk tsk , you know.” said Kai wiggling his brows. “Cuz that would definitely do it , or maybe its just who you are. I still can’t figure out which one is it. Or what Elena sees in you. Stefan is so much better than -” Damon held onto his glass so hard , the glass smashed in his hands sending shards everywhere. Elena ducked to try and avoid getting pieces of it in her body , rolling her eyes before pulling Damon down on the sofa with her to keep him from killing Kai. “Owh , did I struck a nerve ?” “Ignore him.” said Elena quietly , rubbing Damon’s forearm. The young heretic kept walking around the room under the stare of the couple , slowly making his way to the hallway , checking out the paintings when the front door opened and someone he had never seen before in his life walked inside the house and bumped into him almost knocking him down. “Watch where you are —” started Kai , freezing on the spot. “Oh hello.” Kai checked out the knew comer from head to toe, twice - the girl looked around his age , wearing short shorts , a plain white top with her hair made in waves. He was surprised to figure out she was a human since there weren’t that many humans left in the Mystic Falls gang. He wondered who she is. One thing Kai knew for sure - the girl stole his breath away and he wanted her to like him and be his friend or more maybe than a friend. So far he hadn’t managed to screw anything up with her , so maybe there was a chance for at least one of those things to happen. “Sorry.” she smiled nervously , taking a step backwards. “No harm done.” he smiled , unable to look away. “Wow you are like really pretty. How don’t I know who you are?” “I um — W-who are you again?” “Oh right sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” said Kai grinning at her , nervously running his fingers through his hair before shaking her hand, holding onto it a few seconds too long. “Step away from the human.” said Damon , getting up from the sofa to welcome his friend. “Welcome home troublemaker. Had a good year at NYU?” Kai couldn’t take his eyes off the new girl and she appeared to have the same problem , glancing at Damon only for a few seconds. He could hear her heart racing and her breathing becoming uneven. Damon gave Y/N an awkward one arm hug , messing up her hair right after until she slapped his hand away. “NYU was — fun , I guess though nowhere near as fun as hanging out here…apparently.” she said , running her fingers through her hair trying to fix the mess her friend had made. “I am just trying to get to know your friend , thats all. Why ? Does she have a boyfriend or something ?” wondered Kai , not taking his eyes off her. Thinking this girl might belong to someone else but him made him feel weird. “You still haven’t told me your name.” “Sorry — I’m Y/N and no , I d-don’t have a boyfriend.” said Y/N smiling nervously. Elena wrapped her hands around her pulling her into a hug. “You never said he was that hot.” she whispered to her friend. “You think I’m hot ?” said Kai with an smile on his face, taking a step towards her until Damon pulled him away. He glanced at the vampire , pushing him off. “Oh stop it with the over protective stuff. I am not going to hurt her. I think she likes me , it would be a shame if I don’t get to know her at least. What do you say? Do you want to spend the rest of the day with the most dangerous heretic ?” Damon groaned and Kai ignored him , taking another step towards Y/N. He could hear her heart beating so fast, as if trying to leap out of her chest the closer to her he got. Something told him it wasn’t fear that was causing her reaction. “I promise you , whatever they have told you about me - they’ve over reacted.” said Kai , snaking his hand around her waist and walking her to the sofa. “Yeah because what you did at the wedding was a walk in the park.” said Damon , but Kai ignored him completely. All his attention was on Y/N. “Who knows , maybe you will see the good in me.” he smiled lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment. “Hey do you have twitter ? You should follow me - cobrakai1972. You know , like Karate Kid? ” Y/N felt a tingly feeling spread from her stomach through her body the second Kai touched her. He didn’t seem evil like her friends had told her , he just seemed — like he wanted someone to talk to. There was no denying he was smocking hot and somehow in their first few moments together he had stirred something inside her , something she hadn’t felt since her boyfriend Kol. No way she’d hate Kai , ever. It was already too late for that. “Um … I don’t believe I’m familiar with that movie.” she laughed nervously. “OH then maybe we can watch it together like — you know, on a date?” he asked raising his brows for a moment just as they sat together on the sofa. “Wait – we just met and you are asking me out already ?” “Yeah , why ? Is that odd ? Sorry , I’m a little rusty on my social skills. You know , magical timeout and all.” he smiled nervously. Y/N turned towards her friends raising her brows as if to say ‘Thats the super dangerous person you told me about ?’. Kai had a danger vibe around him , yes , but he didn’t seem as dangerous as her friends had made him out to be. He seemed nice and cuddly with eyes that could melt any girl’s heart. Like they already had started melting hers. “You two are full of surprises , aren’t you ?” she wondered turning towards her friends. “So where are my welcome home cupcakes with those red sprinkles on top ? I thought you said there would be cupcakes.” “You like cupcakes too ? Awesome ! Ch-cholate ones right ?” Y/N glanced at Kai and then at her friends and then at Kai again , slowly starting to piece things together. Were they trying to make up for killing Kol with the white oak stake to get the stupid cure ? Sure they hadn’t known about her and the original vampire back then but it still hurt like hell. A nervous smile showed on her face and she ran her fingers through her hair. “Yeah …. with chocolate frosting and melted chocolate on the inside.” Kai grinned rubbing his hands excitedly. “OH those are the best. I love you already.” “S-sorry what?” said Y/N blinking a few times really fast. “What ?” “You said ‘love’.” “No , I didn’t. I said ‘like’.” “Ohh-kay.” she said clearly remembering him saying ‘love’. “You like cupcakes and you are talking to me without that judgy look in your eyes all your annoying friends get whenever I am around.” said Kai sincerely. “How can I not like you ?” Kai grinned at her , pinching her cheek. “Don’t – don’t do that.” “Why ? Is it annoying you?” he said pinching her cheek again as she tried to swat his hand away. “You missed.” Y/N started laughing , even more seeing Elena and Damon’s expressions. They were looking at them with a look of disbelief , suspicion , surprise as if Y/N had gone crazy and like Kai had done something evil instead of being all cute. ‘What?’ she mouthed. 'He is smoking hot –’ “Alright thats - that’s enough. If you two keep it up like that I will need a lot more of this.” said Damon shaking his empty glass in his hands , moments before he poured himself another glass with bourbon. Kai raised his hands in defence. “Fine , I’ll stop talking.” “Yeah , as if thats going to happen.” muttered Elena sitting on the other sofa , reaching for Damon’s glass and gulping it at once. “Sorry , you might need to get yourself another one.”
ABOUT 20 MINUTES LATER
Kai had stopped talking , mostly because he couldn’t figure out what to say to Y/N to get her to get out with him. He was starting to get worried something had gone seriously wrong with him because not once in his life he had felt that way. Why were his palms so sweaty and why was his heart doing those weird flips? How it was that he couldn’t focus on anything else but her in that moment ? Y/N kept glancing at Kai noticing how he hadn’t taken his eyes off her , studying her face with curiosity in his blue eyes. Was she imagining it or was he moving closer to her ? Kai pressed his lips together for a moment , lightly licking his lower lip with a low 'hmmmm’ following afterwards. Damn thats hot. she thought unable to look away from him. A few minutes later Stefan and Caroline arrived at the house with the cupcakes her friends had promised her when they called two days ago. Stefan said something to her but she could barely see or even hear him. All her focus was on Kai and how in this moment his fingertips were grazing across her arm slowly sending chills all over her body. Y/N swatted his hand away but he didn’t give up. No matter how hard she tried to focus on reality it wasn’t possible , not with her new blue eyed friend doing all of this. “Oh just get it out of your system and kiss. I can’t stand the thought of an evening with the two you and that tension.” said Damon suddenly. Y/N and Kai turned towards him. The young heretic was grinning and she was looking at her friend with a mix of shock and surprise in her wide eyes. Only half an hour ago he had practically tried to drag Kai away from her and now he was suggesting they make out. What ?! “I – I don’t want to kiss him. Why w-would I want to kiss him ?” she stuttered. “T-this is ridiculous.” Kai put his arm around her shoulder pulling her towards him , sending electricity through her veins. “Oh sure you do , sweetheart.” grinned Kai placing his other hand on her stomach. “Owwh listen to that heart beat - racing so fast , so strong. Hmmm…” Kai leaned in towards her brushing his nose against her cheek slowly moving it towards her neck while snaking his other hand on her stomach , getting her to lose it completely. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second and glanced at Damon then at Kai , pushing his hands away getting up quickly. “I’ll be right back.”
Y/N almost ran to the kitchen to get something cold to drink and find a way to cool down. Kai’s touch and just his presence had sent so many butterflies in her stomach she was 100% sure somehow they’d burst out of her. A few minutes later she had poured herself a glass with her favourite lemon / ginger ice tea and had leaned against the kitchen counter , taking a sip. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back for a moment letting out a small moan. “Oh that felt good.” she muttered to herself. “So hot moaning like that…” said a male voice , sounding way too close. When her eyes opened Kai was standing right in front of her , so close his body was almost pressing against hers. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him leaning in towards her. His eyes kept darting between hers and her lips , his breath lightly hitting her face. “Kai – what are you doing ?” she wondered trying to find a way to pull herself away from him. No way she’d kiss him. No way she’d let him kiss her either no matter how much she wanted to. Luckily for her his grip wasn’t to strong and she pushed him away. Kai grinned at her , reaching for one of the cupcakes on the counter swiping some of the frosting with his finger and licking it clean right after. Y/N’s eyes widened and she tried very very hard to push away all those thoughts , but instead of helping he pushed it even further - licking some of the frosting from the cupcake with his tongue without taking his eyes off her. “MMmmmhmmm those are delicious. You should try them , here.” he swiped some of the frosting and held out his finger for her. “Come on , you know you want to. Plus how can you say 'no’ to chocolate cupcakes.” Y/N gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away. “I um …no , t-thanks.” Quickly she turned around walking out of the kitchen when barely a few steps away from the door , Kai caught up with her and without saying a word backed her against the wall , pinned her hands over her head and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Then as if nothing had happened he walked on his way to the living room leaving her breathless with her heart pounding so fast , even she could hear it. Y/N walked to the sofa , clearing her throat and lightly scratching her head. Kai poured two drinks - handing one of them to her. “T-thanks.” she smiled nervously unable to stop thinking about that kiss. Kai had sneaked up on her pushing her buttons so hard they were stuck and now all she could think about was him. Even more than before. How did he even do that ? “Go out with me.” he asked suddenly. “I barely know you. Why would I go out with you ?” “Thats why I want you to go out with me. To get to know each other. Isn’t that obvious or do kids do it differently those days? Tell you what. If by the end of the night I haven’t convinced you, I’ll let it go.” "Just like that ?” "Just like that.” he said raising his hands in surrender and then something flashed in them for a split second. “But you will go out with me. I know you will.” "Cocky much?” "Alright you two , break it up - my ears are bleeding.” said Damon sitting between Y/N and Kai. “Y/N is the smartest person here. She is not going to go out with you -” "We’ll see about that.” said Kai with a smug smirk on his face.
The evening dragged itself on. Eventually everyone stopped eyeing them and she relaxed a bit. Kai had cooled it down with the teasing but just as she thought he might’ve given up on that idea something happened. All of the sudden she felt as if someone was touching her way down there. Y/N glanced at her lap but there was nothing there. For a moment she thought it had been her imagination and pushed the thought away.Then it happened again only this time there was a little more pressure and it felt as if someone was drawing circles her clit and a quiet moan left her lips before she had had the time to stop herself. "Are you okay ?” asked Kai innocently , placing his hand on her hip very slightly moving it. “Do you need water or something ?” Y/N turned towards him seeing the devilish spark in his eyes for a second and thats how she knew - whatever was happening , it was him. He was somehow responsible. Damon glanced at her then at Kai , grabbing the heretic’s hand and droppingit on Kai’s lap with a smirk on his face. "No , I’m g-good. Thanks.” she muttered with a small smile , shooting him a warning look. How can he do that , specially with Damon sitting between them?! Kai grinned at her and took a sip of his drink when all of the sudden her legs parted slightly and an invisible finger entered her ,making her moan a little louder. Damon turned towards her straight away while everyone else glanced at her and she started coughing to try and cover it up. "S-sorry , it went down the wrong p-pipe.” "Go out with me.” whispered Kai leaning over behind Damon’s back. "No.” she whispered through gritted teeth , feeling the invisible finger getting joined by another. Y/N gasped , starting to clear her throat to cover it up feeling them curl around pumping in and out of her slowly picking up the pace. Quiet whimpers kept escaping her lips no matter how much she tried to muffle them. Y/N balled her hands into fists , her nails digging in her palm almost drawing blood while she tried not to moan every time Kai’s magic fingers curled inside her. A couple of times she shifted on her seat , even tried pushing her legs together but none of it seemed to work.The girl was sure if she says something her friends would intervene but — she didn’t want them to. Y/N had no idea how her new friend was doing this but she enjoyed every second of it. "Ahhh that’s some really good bourbon.” muttered Kai , taking a sip looking around the room innocently while he continued teasing her with magic. Her skin felt on fire and the more she tried not to moan the worse things got. It was as if Kai wanted her to moan and his fingers picked up the pace even more. Y/N rested her back against the sofa digging her nails in the cushions. For a second she glanced at Kai and could see devils dancing in his eyes , turning her on even more. Another curl of his fingers later her back arched off the sofa and a quiet moan left her lips. Kai turned towards her grinning , his fingers slowly picking up the pace while an invisible thumb rubbed her clit. Y/N’s cheeks had flushed , her eyes kept fluttering closed and the way Kai kept looking at her with innocent eyes as if there is nothing he had done was just too much. “I freaking hate you.” she whispered through gritted teeth. “What did I do ?” wondered Damon. Y/N grabbed his glass with bourbon and gulped it all at once. “Woawh…” said Kai with an amused look in his face. Kai continued teasing her , pumping his fingers deep inside her curling them around ,watching her squirm and try not to moan failing almost every time. Luckily her friends had started laughing about something and didn’t hear her whimper or see her legs shake as she came. Her thoughts were a mess , her skin was on fire and the lingering feeling of Kai’s lips on hers was driving her completely nuts. All she could think about was how much she wanted him. There was one thing left to do. Y/N turned towards him with an innocent smile on her face. “Kai?” "Yes , Y/N ?” "Will you come help me with the um - “ ”-cupcakes?” “Yeah … lets go with that.” she muttered , getting off the sofa with Kai on her tail. Y/N’s legs felt like jelly and she tried to hide it while walking out of the living room and into the hallway , turning right instead of left , heading towards the cellar. Kai caught up with her at the stairs pinning her against the wall not waiting a second before smashing his lips against hers. Their lips moved hungrily together as if trying to swallow each other. He took her hands by the wrists and pinned them over her head , pressing his body against hers ,pushing his crotch against hers making her moan into the kiss. "Go out with me.” he asked again gazing longingly into her eyes. Y/N shook her head , wounding one of her legs around his waist. A smug smirk showing on his face pushing against her again , resting his forehead on hers. Kai started saying something but she shushed him. ‘They are listening.’ she mouthed. ‘I dont care. I want you and I always get what I want.’ he mouthed back , slipping his hand in her jeans and under her panties until his fingers reached her clit. His lips formed a small letter ‘oh’ realising her panties were pooling with arousal. "Someone had fun.” he whispered as quietly as possible. “I wonder what you taste like ? Hmmm … ” Y/N s eyes widened knowing her friends are upstairs listening in. What if one of them comes looking for them ? A devilish spark flashed in Kai’s eyes and his lips smashed against hers drowning out her moans while his long fingers pushed inside her to the last knuckle curling around , pumping inside her a couple of time. Each curl made her back arch off the wall and her hips kept pushing down on his fingers wanting him to go deeper. Y/N tried hard not to groan in frustration when his fingers pulled out. She had thought teasing her with magic had felt good but that felt magnified to the max. Kai brought his fingers to his lips , moaning as he cleaned his fingers as if her juices are the most delicious treat there is. ”So delicious.“ he moaned , leaning to whispering her ear. "And so tight around my fingers. It will feel so nice stretching you out.” Y/N’s eyes widened and she slipped down the wall for a moment just thinking about what would happen next but he held her steady. However on fire she had felt upstairs , in that moment she was burning up. “Mmmmhmm … So , what do you say sweet cheeks ?” he whispered in her ear. “ Will you go out with me?” he asked again loosening the grip on her hands. “When?” “Tomorrow ?” Y/N hooked one of her hands around his neck , slipping her other down between their bodies pushing its way in his jeans , palming him through his briefs. “Only if we get out of the house in the next 15 seconds.” “Is that a challenge?” “12 seconds –” Kai grabbed her , whooshing them upstairs and through the door before anyone had had the chance to see them , though the sound of the door closing shut with a loud bang got all her friend’s attention. “Pay up brother.” said Damon with a smug smirk. “Told you they wouldn’t be able to resist each other.” ______________________
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.
“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.
“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.”
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.
And then he watched with agony as the girl he was irretrievably in love with walked away.