the go away nobody likes you house

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Catching Peter’s attention…


Since the turning of Scott to a werewolf you were there to help him out. So you rolled up like Silles at this wolf thing. It was weird for you a first and Scott was trying to keep it from you but Stilles being Stilles he blurted it out to you. Well and since then you just went with it. Since the begin Derek was nice to you and explained everything, what was pretty weird at first. Him being the sour wolf and everything.

You were doing your daily run, when something caught your eye. You stopped and looked around. You learned from Derek to look and listen. The littles of sounds could tell everything.

Everything was quiet and you didn’t saw anything of place. In the distance you saw the roof of the old Hale’s house. You runned toward it. Derek had to be somewhere in there.

You reached the house. You opened the door slowly. You looked through the door not seeing anybody in it. 

“Derek.” You asked quietly. Not wanting to make too much sound. Nobody responds. You fully opened the door entering the house. You looked around and you didn’t saw nobody. You turned to the door when you saw a man appear in front of you. He had a little smile on his face and his eyes were brightened up. You knew at that moment that he was a werewolf and would have to be just one of the werewolfes in Derek’s pack.

“I was looking for Derek. Is he around?” You ask him like it was the most normal thing ever., having a werewolf in front of you showing his bright eyes. He’s eyes got back to their normal color and he looks a little confused for a few seconds.

“He’s not around.” He says with a gruff voice. He looks at you from head to toe.

“Do you know when’s back?” 

“No.” He walks pass you into the house. “I never saw you before.”  

“I never saw you either.”

He looks back at you and gives you a small smile.

“Well let me present myself to you then.” He says. “I’m Peter Hale.”

And with that you made the connection. “You’re Derek’s uncle.” You statted. He nods his head.

“Y/N.” A voice behind you says. You recognise it immediately. You looked back and saw Derek walk towards the both of you. He steps between you and his uncle and looks towards you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” You say to him. You looked towards Peter and Derek. Derek body was stiff. Like he was staying his ground. You decided to just leave. You didn’t know what was going on but the change of body language in Derek says enough. “I should go.” You said taking a few steps back. “I will call you later Derek.” And you turned you back towards them and walked out of the house. 

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“Stay away from her.” Derek says irritated.

“I didn’t do anything.” Peter says to Derek watching you walk away. Letting a little smile grow on his face. “Who is she?” He looked back towards Derek and asked.

“Nobody you need to know.” Derek statted quickly.

I think your wrong! 


A/N.: Maybe I will do a part 2 or a mini series. Don’t know for sure yet. So you know, tell me what you think. 

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Of course it’s her, was all Chat could think as his months-long search for his fated partner came to an end with a dizzying crash. Of fucking course it was her.

He was starting to suspect divine intervention. Or witchcraft.

Because every single time he thought he was moving on from his hopeless crush, every time he thought he’d finally be able to stop swallowing that bitter pill when she smiled like that at anyone else, finally be able to stop stumbling over his words when she smiled like that at him, every single time…

It ended up being her.

Girl that had him blushing all night at his first masquerade ball? Marinette.

Person he ended up exchanging notes with during his computer class through all of his last year of collége? Marinette.

Super awesome superhero who was protecting Paris actual real live supervillains like it was a piece of cake while he ran himself ragged trying to catch a few common muggers? It was Marinette.

Falling in love with your best friend was hard.

It was hard and nobody understood.

Especially not said best friend, who was now dangling them both from some conveniently-placed overhang in her yo-yo line, her adorably ferocious glare melting away into shock.

“Adrien?!” Ladybug whisper-hissed, shocked and horrified.

Yep. That was him.

“What are you doing here?” she half screeched, like a pet owner who’d come home to find her house ruined.

Chat could relate.

Not getting over you, obviously, he did not say.

(Fuck his life.)

“Well,” he sighed, letting go of his momentary betrayal and helplessness on the breath, “I was trying to catch a mugger.”

“A mugger,” she repeated flatly.

“I think he got away,” Chat confessed, craning his neck to look at the street below them.

“Adrien…” Ladybug started, and then stopped. “…You know, everyone in Paris thinks you’re some kind of… destructo cat-burglar.”

Chat twitched.

“I know.”

I thought you were some destructo cat-burglar.”

Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

He gave her an arch look. “I don’t believe you.”

Ladybug breathed deep, a millimeter away from an exasperated sigh. Then, in a comically robotic voice: “You’re Chat Noir. I can’t believe it.”

He managed to hold onto the look for only a few seconds longer, and then burst into snickers. “Sailor Moon and a meme. Nice.”

“Only because I love you,” she said, easy as breathing, and it took everything in Chat not to catch his breath, to keep laughing like nothing of note had just happened.

Of course.

Of course it was her.

Secret of These Hands: Intro (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello darlings! I hope your days are going alright. I have so much work I need to get done this weekend, but I decided I needed a mental break from it, so I decided I would write for a little while. I think I’m going to the D23 Expo this summer, and I’m finalizing my lineup.. gotta save up for all these damn cosplays lol. Anyways, enjoy this intro!! 

Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: Reader is a runaway, other than that, none.

MASTERLIST


Ever since you were little, your world was a blurring headache. Ever single day, any contact with another person would send you hurdling through their past. When you were a child, the experience would be too much for your mind, and you would often pass out in public. 

You were with a special power. You could see into people’s pasts and memories just by the smallest physical contact. Nobody else in your family had any sort of ability, nor did you know of any in your ancestry that had them either; making you the first in your bloodline. The thing was, your parents didn’t try and help you through it. They were scared of you. When your ability started to surface, you were five. You were coming home from school, and you hugged your mother when you walked through the door. The contact made memories that were not your flash in your mind, and not only did you feel it, but she did as well. 

Since that day, neither of your parents touched you. You were isolated from your family within your own home, and mentally separated from the rest of the world. You were different, and you kept it a secret from everyone for fear that you’d be sent who knows where for scientific purposes. 

To prevent the headaches that were caused by your ability and to keep people from finding out what you could do, you always wore a pair of black leather gloves. The fabric kept you safe, and it soon became your best friend. You barely took them off, you had the tan lines to prove it. 

Through the years your family became more hostile with you, and grew distant. You honestly didn’t think that they loved you anymore, so when you turned eighteen, you ran away. In the middle of the night, you gathered the little things that mattered, and your huge stash of cash that you had accumulated since you decided this was what you wanted to do. 

You stood in the doorway, taking a look at the only life you’d known. 

“Goodbye.” You whispered into the empty space, your face expressionless. There were no tears, no guilt. Instead, there was a freeing smile across your face as you walked away from the house, finally escaping the miserable life you lived. You were on your own, and that was okay. 

There was no going back. You hopped in a cab, going straight to the airport. Nobody would go looking for you. You didn’t want them to anyways. You were free, and that was all that mattered…


I hope you liked the intro! Your character needed a back story for the actual story to make sense, lol. I hope you have a wonderful day! xoxo

TAGLIST IS OPEN FOR THIS SERIES. 

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Arranged Marriage (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous who wanted angsty Philip x Reader, maybe an arranged marriage.

Summary: I don’t want to give to much away, but here you go. You love Philip with all your heart, and you wish your relationship didn’t have to be a secret. Find out what happens when your parents force you into an arranged marriage.

Warnings: Death, sadness, angst.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 3000

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this story, although it is very angsty. When the requester said angst, this is what I wrote. I apologize if this is super sad and if people send me asks saying that you want an alternative version I will write one. Anyway please enjoy and have a great day!

PLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE I RAISED PHILIP’S AGE TO 24 IT STILL TAKES PLACE DURING THE HAMILTON TIMELINE.

The moment you woke up, you smiled once you remembered the date you and Philip had planned for this afternoon. With that thought in mind, you quickly got dressed and headed downstairs to eat breakfast.

“Good morning mother, good morning father.” you greeted as you took your place and began to eat.

If your mind hadn’t been wandering, you would have noticed the suspicious glances your parents were giving each other. There was silence at the table for a few moments until your mother spoke up.

“(y/n), your father as something that he wishes to discuss with you.” she admitted, quickly looking back down at her plate.

You stopped eating immediately, and felt the ball of nerves in your stomach grow. Did you parents find out about your secret relationship with Philip? Where they going to tell you that you aren’t allowed to see him again?

These thoughts ran through your mind until your father brought you back to reality with his clearly over-rehearsed speech.

“As you know, your twenty-fourth birthday is approaching and you still have not found an appropriate man to marry. That is why, you mother and I have put together an arranged marriage.” you father finished explaining, looking at you nervously.

It took a few moments for the information to really sink into your mind. Once it did, however, you jumped from your seat, livid. Steam was almost coming out of your ears and your face was red before you spoke.

“An arranged marriage? How is this fair? Why does it matter that I am not yet married, I will find love in my own time!” you shouted, trying to get your parents to realize how ridiculous their plan was.

“I will not be spoken to like that, especially by my own daughter!” you father shouted back at you, standing up to face you at eye level. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw your mother looking away from the scene, not offering any input.

Before any more words could be exchanged, you grabbed your shawl of the coat rack and stormed outside. Not taking the risk of looking back, you hurriedly made your way to the Hamilton’s house. You knew you would be welcomed there.

Once you climbed the steps leading to their front door, you knocked and waited for somebody to answer. It wasn’t long until Eliza Hamilton herself opened the door. She took one look at the frightened and angry expression you wore, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Are you alright, dear?” she questioned, rubbing her hand comfortably up and down your back.

You sighed and closed your eyes before answering. “I am not the best that I could be, and I apologize for coming over unannounced. I just had to get away, and I needed to see Philip.” you rushed, trying to explain yourself.

Eliza simply laid her hand on your shoulder, silencing your rambling. She assured you that all was well, and that you were always welcomed. After you had been calmed down a bit, she lead you to Philip’s room, where he sat writing at his desk.

Aware of the sudden movement at his door, Philip glanced up from his writing and saw you waiting outside his room. At once, he stood and ushered you inside, silently thanking his mother as she left, giving the two of you some privacy.

“(y/n), dear, it’s wonderful to see you, but I thought our outing wasn’t until later.’ Philip greeted as he tried to rack his brain for clarification of your date.

Arms still wrapped around him, you explained. “It wasn’t suppose to be until later, by I had to see you. Oh, Philip.” you cried. “My parents are forcing me into an arranged marriage.” you announce.

Philip stared down at you in shock. He couldn’t speak, only sort through the information he had just been giving. You, the woman he was courting, the love of his love, were arranged to be married. He knew that your parents were unaware of the relationship, but he thought that they would accept it if they ever found out.

“Is this absolutely true?” he whispered. Philp just wanted to make sure that this was not some big joke, you both would be laughing at for weeks.

Unable to speak, you buried yourself into Philip’s body even further and shook your head yes. You heard Philp’s sharp intake of breath and felt him guide you towards his bed.

All that could be heard were your quiet sobs, as Philip tried to think of a way to stay in your relationship. It wasn’t until your sobs had quieted that Philip finally spoke.

“I have an idea.” he stated, hesitantly. “It might be completely crazy, but it just might work. (y/n), I love you so much and I cannot stand the thought of you being with another man, so run away with me.” Philip proposed, grinning like crazy.

You just stared back at your boyfriend in shock, wondering if he meant what he said. “Run away, Philip what are getting on about?” you asked, shaking your head.

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Into You (1/?)

Summary- Tom wants a relationship without everyone prying in, but reader is tired of hiding in the shadows. Based off the song Into You by Ariana Grande.

AN- I may stop writing, but I’m not sure yet, I’m gonna take a few says to think over whether I want to stop writing, or continue with this blog.

Send in requests my ask is always open for anything

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

PART ONE - INTO YOU

I’m so into you, I can barely breathe
And all I wanna do is to fall in deep
But close ain’t close enough ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah
So name a game to play, and I’ll roll a dice, hey

The lights were blinding as they flashed in your eyes, yet you still managed to maintain the small smile for the cameras. As well as the never ending flashes, the shouts from those taking the photos that were going to be plastered on the internet in a matter of hours. All you could hear were people screaming at you to look somewhere, or pose a certain way.

It tired you out, but it was just something that came with the job, a job you loved very much. But these events were not the highlight of your life the limelight, with the stress of trying to find the perfect outfit, then not being able to get a moments peace the second you stepped onto the red carpet.

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Some Curse

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Words: hair under 1,600

A/N: Obviously my first challenge would need to be for my wife’s and her sister-wife’s celebration. Congrats to @impala-dreamer & @idreamofhazel on your milestones! I don’t know where this came from…thank you to @amanda-teaches for the beta. The quote I chose from the challenge is in bold, and I’d like to apologize to Sam Winchester for using such a profound quote of his in such a ridiculous way.

Warnings: Swears. Imbibing in some adult type bevies. Dean is in a mood.

Paring: Kinda, sorta, not really Dean x Reader. (Sam’s there too in a friend type capacity)

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You were going out tonight. Winchesters be damned.

Monster isn’t caught yet Y/N…it’s taking girls Y/N…you’re a girl Y/N…we have whiskey here Y/N…Sam can’t be seen by the cops Y/N…we’re on a case Y/N…blah blah blah.

All valid points. All of which you were blatantly ignoring. The three of you were at a complete dead end; Sam had been pegged as a possible person of interest at the latest crime scene, so he was on lock-down. Dean wanted to go stake out yet another abandoned farm house. You had a brand new shirt that was going to get you free drinks all night and you needed to get away from the brothers for a few hours.

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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Like, Graves needs help on a case, and he's utterly desperate, alright - he researches books in his library and stumbles upon this thing about demons who supposedly know everything ? and he shouldn't, really, but he does anyway. blood, pentagram, candles, he feels silly and then he feels sillier when the demon who appears is - is cute as hell. what the heck. he didn't order that. oh shit.

Ahhhh Demon!Newt!!! I started writing this on my lunch break bc i couldn’t wait. Read it here or read it on Ao3

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There Ch. 5 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hey babes! I hope your day was good yesterday. I got to play with babies all day and go to the beach, earning myself a nice sunburn across my shoulders. Yay… Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I love you all, and you’re so amazing. xoxo

Description:You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings: None

Chapter 4

MASTERLIST


You dropped off Victoria at your mom’s house for the night, just in case you ended up staying out late. You didn’t want to have to wake her up in the middle of the night just to take her home to put her in a different bed. As you were making your leave, your mom kept nudging your shoulder, pestering you with questions about your date with Bucky. She had always liked him, and she was glad you were finally putting yourself out there. For the longest time, she had been worried sick about you, but when she found out that Bucky had swept in as your saving grace, she couldn’t have been happier. Not only that, but even when you were Pietro’s fiance, she kept telling you that you should have married Bucky instead. 

“So, where are you two going tonight, huh?” Your mom wiggled her eyebrows at you, elbowing you in the arm playfully as you grabbed your purse. 

“Mom, honest to God, I don’t know.” You chuckled lightly, placing your hand on the door knob. “If you really want to know how it goes that badly, I’ll call you and tell you about it. Okay?” You turned towards her, urging her to agree so that she would finally leave you alone. 

“Okay, okay. You know I’ve always liked that man.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, nodding her head.

“Yes, Mom. I know. You’ve told me many times.” You opened the door, stepping outside. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.” 

“I love you too!” Your mom waved at you as you slid into your car, pulling out of the driveway. It was five o’clock. Only two hours till Bucky picked you up. You had to get home and get ready, fast. 

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so far today:

1) trump has pulled his demand that funding for the wall with mexico be included in the current spending bill which needs to be passed by friday

2) a federal judge has blocked trump’s attempt to deny federal funding to sanctuary cities

3) the house oversight committee thinks flynn “appears to have violated the law” in not reporting payments from russia

what a good day to not be trump. vive la resistance!

softer world sentence meme.

❛ i miss doing nothing with you. ❜
❛ when i look at you all i can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. ❜
❛ i wish being a good person could erase the bad things i’ve done. ❜
❛ everyone you love will eventually die. but sure, go have another nap. ❜
❛ if we couldn’t carry our dead inside us, we would be empty. ❜
❛ when live gives you lemons take the lemons and be thankful you got anything. ❜
❛ i don’t know how to make things right. so i’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. ❜
❛ if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of hell. ❜
❛ there’s two ways we can do this. the easy way, or i cut you. ❜
❛ the hospital sounds restful. i could use a rest. ❜
❛ I’m in love with the you I wish you were. ❜
❛ you and i were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy. ❜
❛ sometimes i want to ruin my whole life so i can start over without feeling guilty. ❜
❛ the only thing we leave behind when we die is fear. ❜
❛ i wonder what kind of person i’d be if i didn’t worry so much about what kind of person you wanted.  ❜
❛ even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty. ❜
❛ ah, unrequited love. when your best isn’t enough. ❜
❛ love is a drawer for knives to rust in. ❜
❛ there’s no silence worse than the silence of a friend. ❜
❛ looking at you is like looking in a mirror except i like what i see. ❜
❛ when my cage is by the window i can see the sun. ❜
❛ my body is a temple and there’s another funeral today. ❜
❛ infinity does not have your picture in its locker. ❜
❛ i have never seen them scared before. ❜
❛ you can’t get any further away before you start coming back. ❜
❛ nobody grows tired of something they can’t have. ❜
❛ there’s a lot that can go wrong in a life. ❜
❛ i was lost until i found you. now i’m lost and on the run from the cops. ❜
❛ happiness is not a house where you can live. ❜
❛ when they look back on their lives, they’ll smile. ❜

What Comes Next?: Awake [3] (King George III X Reader)

Pairing: King George X Reader w/ brother! Alexander

Triggers: cursing… i dont.. OH… insecurity… if there are any others please tell us!!!

Prompts: Soulmate AU where you switch bodies with your soulmate on New Years after your 22nd birthday

Word Count: 2255

A/n- Welp another entry to WCN is finally here!!!

Countdown (1) Switched (2)

Masterlist


Alexander woke George up to tell him that he had to go to a meeting.

“Who gave you the right to wake me up this early? It’s been like an hour since I went to sleep!” George growled.

“Y/N- George–I forget you’re still in there–it’s been five hours.” Alex rolled his eyes.

“And…” George coaxed for Alex to give a better reason than that.

“Nothing, just stay in the house I don’t need you running around alone.” And with that Alex left and George went back to sleep.

George woke up to a pain in his gut that made him curl up in pain. What the bloody hell was Y/N doing to his body????

Then, there was a knock on the door. The knock was persistent and it seemed like the person wasn’t going away.

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The Sun Will Set || Part 8 || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by kths

A/N: YOOO I’M FINALLY POSTING CHAPTER 8!!! I can’t believe it has taken me so long to get it done. I’m seriously so, so sorry for the ridiculous wait time. I had some serious writer’s block, if you couldn’t tell. This is an incredibly pivotal chapter to the story. It’s the beginning of the end, as we’ve only got a few more chapters left before this story that is over a year in the making comes to an end. There’s a new character introduction in this chapter, and said character will play a very important role in the end of the story. As usual, please please please give me feedback! Tell me if you loved it or hated it or anything in between. I absolutely adore each and every one of you and it makes me so happy when I receive messages about TSWS. Happy reading!

~L

Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 3,530

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Warnings: Depictions of death, violence

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue |

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What’s in a Name

Summary: Since he had returned she hadn’t left his side. Their hands clasped together from the moment she saw him again. But in the rush of Stiles’ return, and all of their memories coming back as well, everyone had seemed to forget something. Something pretty important.

Notes: It’s actually been years since I’ve posted a fic so hopefully you all like this!

Read on ao3 if you wanna :)

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blackout | chapter four

Originally posted by mean-suga

chapter song | masterpost | next chapter

apocalyptic au - jimin x reader - angst | smut

word count : 2.6k

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Can I ask for the boys reaction to their s/o being yandere toward them? Please<3

Ah, I love writing yandere stuff, enjoy! 

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • he thought your relationship was going really, really well!
  • you were such a nice girl, such a kind person, definitely the light of his everyday life.
  • that’s what he thought, at least, until one day, a friend of his went missing.
  • a close friend. gone.
  • he was pretty shaken all day, so he came to you for comfort…
  • only to find you disposing of her body.
  • he was just kind of struck at first, confused and scared and pissed and wanting to know why.
  • for him, of course! because you love him! because nobody else can lay their hands on you, their eyes on you, you won’t let them.
  • her pretty eyes were always on him…so you took them out.
  • she won’t look at him ever again.
  • you’re laughing now, like this is funny, and he’s just staring at you because he doesn’t understand.
  • he thought you were truly a pure human.
  • you promise it was all for him!
  • you couldn’t have him leaving you for some other girl, that would be heartbreaking!
  • you tell him he can’t leave you.
  • not now, not ever.
  • as scared as he is, he finds your mind to be an absolute labyrinth.
  • he wants to know more. he wants to get to the core of why you act this way.
  • you’re insane, truly insane, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still love you.
  • he feels trapped.
  • but he stays.
  • he tries his best to keep you stable, and when he thinks you’re going to snap, he gets you the hell away from anybody and everybody who might even be looking at you, because he doesn’t entirely know what sets you off…
  • but he knows he can fix you. if he just keeps trying, he can fix you.
  • he’s just a little afraid of what you’re capable of.
  • short leash it is!

Rantarou Amami

  • you’ve been acting off all day, this isn’t like you.
  • why won’t you let him leave the house?? he just needs to go get some groceries.
  • he’s concerned and confused, because you really, really don’t want him to leave the house.
  • you’re practically locked onto his arm, just pulling him back into the house every time he tries to go to the door.
  • he finally asks why??
  • and so you tell him.
  • the neighbour was eyeing him up yesterday, you’re sure of it. she wants his body.
  • his body that belongs to you.
  • you demand that he stays him, nobody else can look at him, nobody.
  • so you hold him, practically shaking with fear, fear that somebody will take him away from you.
  • you can’t let that happen.
  • he’s not liking this side of you, he liked the side of you that was caring and sweet, so why are you suddenly acting like this now that somebody else is taking an interest in him?
  • you say that only you can have him, only you, nobody else.
  • you love him too much to let him slip away from you.
  • he’s a little concerned at first, but decides that you’re probably just protective…
  • and he loves you, so he’ll let it slide this time.
  • but he’s a little shaken now.
  • he wishes you wouldn’t be so controlling.
  • he doesn’t really understand how deep this goes…
  • and hopefully, he’ll never have to.

Ouma Kokichi

  • he was honestly pretty pissed off when his head servant went missing.
  • he had been calling for her all day, and getting nothing.
  • it wasn’t like her to slack though. ouma is her supreme leader, so why was she ignoring him?
  • he decided to look around for her, but couldn’t have expected to find her lying on the ground bleeding out.
  • he also couldn’t have expected to see you kneeling over her, stabbing her over and over and over again.
  • he just stares, awestruck and terrified, watching you stab her over and over and over and over-
  • he leaves without saying a word, before you can even see him.
  • he actually has to rush to the bathroom to vomit, he just watched you mutilate a corpse.
  • his sweet innocent S/O, mutilating a dead body.
  • he’s pale and sweating and scared.
  • he’s afraid of you. he’s afraid of what you can do.
  • you actually managed to lie to him…?
  • well, in your mind, that’s what that nasty bitch gets for spending so much time around your man.
  • how fucking dare she.
  • when you finally clean up and go back ouma, he simply welcomes you back with a smile.
  • he just needs to forget about this.
  • he needs to push it into the back of his mind, he needs to push his fear and disgust down, and he needs to love you unconditionally.
  • he’s absolutely terrified, but he’s so much more terrified of being alone.
  • sure, you just killed one of the most prominent people in his daily life, but…
  • you’re still here.
  • and he needs you to stay, no matter what.
  • so he’ll let you kill for him, he’ll let you think he doesn’t know.
  • as long as you come home at the end of every day.
  • but that doesn’t stop him from breaking down and crying sometimes because he’s so afraid of you and he loves you so, so much.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • he had actually been investigating the murder of a young woman when he found out.
  • a woman he had just done a case for the other day. so this was actually really suspicious.
  • he had found almost no clues at all, nothing to help but a knife at the murder scene.
  • a really, really familiar knife.
  • a knife that looked a lot like the ones you kept at home.
  • coincidence, he assumed.
  • but that all changed when he found your bloody clothes in the laundry.
  • he was terrified at first, there was no way, no way you killed her.
  • he didn’t want to paint you in a negative light, but…
  • he had to ask. he couldn’t just let this slide.
  • and it really didn’t take much for you to admit to what you had done to her.
  • it was the explaining that took a little longer.
  • she had been spending so much time with him, she had been keeping him away from you with her stupid case.
  • he had even missed your date last night because of that bitch and her case.
  • so you handled it.
  • you took her out of the picture, so now he doesn’t have to spend time with her anymore!
  • he doesn’t even know what to say, he’s terrified of you, you just murdered somebody so he would love you more.
  • but no matter how scared he is, he’s more scared that you’ll do something awful to him if he tries to leave.
  • and regardless, he can’t force himself to stop loving you…
  • and he can’t bring himself to turn you in.
  • but because he can’t bring himself to stop you in any way, this just keeps happening again and again.
  • he lets you overtake him.
  • he lets you keep him as your own.
  • he lets you claim him.
  • there was never any hope for him from the start.

Kaito Momota

  • he loves you so, so much.
  • you’re all his joy in the world! you’re adorable, happy, friendly, and by his book, you could never do anything wrong.
  • so you can imagine his surprise when this all went down.
  • it started with a childhood friend of his going missing for a week.
  • it continued with you disappearing for hours at a time.
  • it ended with her head in a box on his doorstep.
  • he was horrified.
  • you were so confused, didn’t he think she was pretty? you thought this would be a good gift AND get her out of the way, two birds with one stone!
  • he loves it…right?
  • he can’t stop crying, but he’s furious, you just killed somebody.
  • he doesn’t take it in a stride.
  • he doesn’t accept it.
  • he doesn’t accept you.
  • he tells you he’s calling the police, and that he’s not letting you get away with this.
  • but…you can’t really let him do that, you hope he understands.
  • and besides, you cut the phone cord hours ago, silly kaito.
  • he was panicking by this point, he needed to leave.
  • so he tried to run from you.
  • but you REALLY can’t let him do that.
  • so instead, he’s going to stay with you forever.
  • locked away.
  • and you will never, ever let him go.
  • he’s terrified of you. he wants to get away from you. but he can’t stop loving you, so he tries to fix you.
  • you can’t be fixed.

Kiibo

  • it took him a while to realize he was missing some memories, that he was blacking out at random points in the day, and that he was running out of storage.
  • it didn’t take him long after he realized that to realize that he was starting to hear your voice when you weren’t there.
  • was this a bug? a glitch?
  • no, no, there was no bug like this.
  • eventually the voice got louder, spoke more often, telling him how much you loved him, how much you cared about him, how nobody would ever love him like you do.
  • and then it got darker.
  • it told him that you loved him more than you loved anything else in the world, how he didn’t need a single other person in his life when he had you, how you would have him all to yourself forever no matter what the consequences.
  • he brought it up with you a few times, looking genuinely unnerved and scared, but you just kept saying you didn’t hear anything, and that you had no idea what he was talking about, and that he should run a virus scan.
  • it keeps getting louder and louder, more and more frequent until he finally just couldn’t take it anymore.
  • you were there when he broke down, yelling and crying and sparking and demanding answers from you, completely hysterical.
  • he just wanted silence.
  • it was so loud, it hurt him, every word cut deeper and deeper.
  • he’s so scared, so scared, so-
  • and then he shuts down.
  • overheated.
  • you sigh, another failed attempt at making him love you.
  • oh well. you’ll delete the memories and try again tomorrow. new approach, maybe.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • he would never find out.
  • not ever.
  • he’s too trusting, he loves you too much.
  • you’re too manipulative, you want him too much.
  • so he’ll believe whatever you tell him, and he’ll love you forever, and he’ll never know that you’re a murderous psychopath willing to do anything to claim him.
  • or at least, that’s how things were for a long time.
  • but you can only trick somebody for so long before they catch on.
  • with gona, it actually probably could have gone on forever if you hadn’t let him witness you.
  • it was something that didn’t seem too bad to you, actually very tame.
  • you had snuck into his room to kill the things that took up so much of his love, the love that belonged to you.
  • those stupid, worthless bugs of his.
  • you had killed every single one in every single tank, every cage, every terrarium, all emptied, every bug slaughtered.
  • your plan was to dispose of the mess and play dumb if he asked about them, but…
  • that was hard to do when he was standing in the doorway, staring at you and your handfuls of dead insects.
  • he was enraged.
  • he wanted to hurt you.
  • but a gentleman would never.
  • he just kind of stared at you, confused and hurt and crying.
  • you were such a caring person, how could you do something like this? he thought you really liked his bugs.
  • his fear and sniveling is almost enough to make you feel guilty.
  • almost.
  • you say you did it for him, everything is for him, but he needs to be paying attention to you instead of them!
  • he doesn’t understand.
  • he could never understand.
  • but he could also never abandon you, he’s a true gentleman.
  • so he stays…even if it mentally destroys him in the end.
  • he never gives you any affection anymore, just cold, sad, scared looks. nothing more.
  • was it really worth doing this to him…?
  • of course.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • he doesn’t wait to see what happens.
  • he confronts you the second things start getting suspicious, the second he starts seeing your bloody clothes, the second sharp objects in the house start going missing.
  • and you’re not going to lie to him, that’ll only make him more suspicious.
  • so you’re open.
  • you killed the neighbour.
  • she deserved it for daring to lay her eyes on you.
  • she deserved it for coming to the house to bring you things.
  • she had to die for the two of you to be happy together!
  • he knew it, but he still didn’t want to believe it.
  • and he loves you, he loves you so, so much, but he can’t love this.
  • he can’t love you thinking you can own him like this.
  • he’s disgusted with your kill.
  • no matter how much you beg, how much you plead, he leaves.
  • he thought you were different, he thought you were proof that not everybody in this world is scum.
  • he guesses he was wrong after all.
  • you’re just as bad as he is.
Family Reunion (Bucky Barnes)

enjoy mi amigos 

-Jazz

Request;  Hey! I love your writing! I have a request can you do one where it’s a family reunion and you have to bring your boyfriend which is Bucky. And this was the first time your parents meet him

Other characters featured; tin can man is mentioned 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language (I was doing sO good at not using it) 

Word count; 805

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Peter Pan+Felix Imagine/Who’s it gonna be?

“Can you please do an imagine where you are a supernatural and you went to never land because you got bullied for being different and then Felix and pan have feelings for you and then Felix just randomly kisses you and you are in shock but then ends up with smut??? Thx LY”

Omg love you too doll! and Of course I can(:  Warnings: Smut, bullying, depression

Your alarm woke you up. You look at the clock , 6:30am.

“Ughhhhhh” you groan, school was one of your least favorite things to do.

You hit the dismiss button on your phone, got out of your bed and brushed your teeth.

After you brushed your teeth you went to pick out an outfit, after a good waste of 15 minutes you decided black leggings, boots, and a flannel was your best option.

Just as you start to do your make up your mom walks in.

“Hunny, I have to be at work early today so you’re going to have to walk to school.”

Your head snap backs at her so fast, “WALK?” it’s like almost 3 miles, and I’ll totally miss my first period!”

“Well I’m sorry hunny but I must get to work now, I think I’m getting a promotion!” she says as she walks out of your room.

You roll your eyes, “Great well I have to skip out on the makeup if I want to make it by 2nd period.”

You walk out of your room and walk out of the house, luckily it was perfect outside, not too sunny and not too cold, just right, with that you plugged up and started listening to your favorite songs.

*******

At school you get to your 2nd period, P.E. You roll your eyes once again, you hated getting sweaty, it was terrible.

You went into the girls locker room, this was where it began.

“Haha freak.”

“What is she doing here?”

“Thought the animal protection would’ve came and captured her by now!”

You hear as you walk to your locker, you see, you were, different. You had special powers, that nobody understood, and for that, you were considered different, and people treated you terrible.

You started to undress yourself, trying to be not noticeable, trying to not look anyone in the eye, trying to mind your own business. Just as you got fully dressed and were about to put on your P.E shoes , one of the girls who would constantly talk down on you, took them.

“Hey! Give them back!” you yelled at her, she gave you the death stare. 

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“Just give me my shoes back.” you said in a less confident way.

“Or what? You’ll cast some evil spell on me?” all of her friends started to laugh, making you feel so little.

“Why don’t you just leave? Nobody wants you here anyway.” an other girl says.

You start to feel tears , so you just look down.

“What a baby.” She throws your shoes at you. “There!”  It hits your face “Ouch!” everyone laughs at you, you run outside of the girls locker room, without your shoes, and run to the girls bathroom and cry your eyes out. You don’t attend P.E that day.

******

Lunch time and you were starving. You packed your own lunch like always, and eat alone in the library, you start to read one of your favorite books “Peter Pan.”  It was just amazing story, you liked to imagine that somewhere you could actually be happy, think happy thoughts, go to Neverland, be with Peter, and never ever, grow up.

“Psh, like that will ever happen.” you roll your eyes, but continue to read.

Just then someone *SNATCHED* your book from your hand.

“Oh no.” you say knowing it was one of the girls.

“Really? Peter Pan? Can you be anymore pathetic?”

“Give it back.” you say with tears in your eyes.

“You seriously cry for everything don’t you?” she says.

“Give. It. Back.” with your eyes turning red.

“Whoa look at her eyes!” some guy yelled, all eyes on you now.

“Oh please, you don’t scare me, and here I’ll prove it.” she rips a page from the book.

“Stop!” you push her and grab the book from her.

“You bitch!” she slaps your face, and with that, you loose it.

You hold out your hands, and with all your might you push her, but you push the whole side of the library that she is on, the library windows broke, shattering glass everywhere, books, tables, and chairs,were also flying everywhere.

People where crying, hurt and in pain, you, you were scared for your life,so you ran, you ran for your life.

You ran out of school, you needed some place to go, you couldn’t go back home, so with that, you ran until you couldn’t anymore.

*******

You get to a hiking trail, that was very popular, but luckily for you, it was a Monday, and nobody ever goes on Mondays. You get to the edge of the cliff, and you cry, you cry for what feels like hours. Will this feeling ever go away? Will you ever be excepted?

*******

Going back home, you’re exhausted, surprised that your mom isn’t back home yet, you walk into the house with a note left on the table. 

“Sorry I couldn’t cook dinner for you, going out with a couple friends, there should be left overs in the fridge love ya!” - Mom.

Well that’s just great. You walk to your room, and slip into your pajamas. You watch some tv until you are ready to sleep, you turn off your light and turn on your night light, leave the tv on for you to drown out your thoughts, and start to fall asleep.

*Tap Tap* on your window. 

“What the?” You say. You then lay your head on your pillow, trying ignore what just happen.

*Tap Tap*

Your head shot up. “Okay that was definitely real.”

You got out of your bed, grabbing your old baseball bat for comfort, you walk to your window and you open the curtains, it’s a boy!

You scream and drop the bat. You run to your bed and hide under the covers!

*Knock Knock*  a little louder this time.

“This is it, this is how I die.”

The boy knocks a little louder, you wait almost a minute and look to see if the boy is still there, he is.

“Dammit.” you say.

“Might as well die now, he isn’t going to leave.”

You walk to the window and open it.

“Well it’s about bloody time.” he walks in your room as if it’s his own, sitting on your bed, looking and picking up stuff.

“Uh who are you?” 

“Oh did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter, Peter pan.”

******

After that day you have been on Neverland ever since, you’ve gotten the hang of everything, you know the rules and pretty much everyone here, you loved Neverland, and you wouldn’t trade if for the world.

You wake up to the smell of the soil of Neverland, smiling and stretching out your arms, you get ready for the day, braiding your hair, putting on your clothes, ect.

You walk out to the two boys in your life, Felix and Peter, they were both crazy for you, and you honestly felt the same way about both, it was simply an amazing feeling to have two boys after you, and you already told them that you simply couldn’t choose, ever since that day, they decided to fight for you, but not with swords, with pick up lines.

“Hey love.” Peter says.

“Hi Peter how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

You simply blush.

“Y/n!” I got some flowers for you love!” Felix says.

“Oh my goodness they’re beautiful!.” you say.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Kiss ass.” as he pushed Felix out of your vision.

“I was thinking I can teach you how to hunt today, we need some more meat.” he winks at you

“No Y/n is on kitchen duty so it looks like you’re going to have to take someone else.” Felix says

“Actually boys, I’m not doing anything today, I have to take care of the younger lost boys today, so see you at dinner, bye!”

You loved seeing them upset, it was the cutest thing, their nose would scrunch up, faces would turn red, it was adorable.

*****

That night you decided not to have dinner with everyone, you really needed your beauty sleep, Peter actually had you working along beside him and it was very tiring, and even though today was technically your day off, you still had to deal with little lost boys.

With that you go off and take a nice hot shower, you scrub yourself and he soil of Neverland leaves your body and washes down the drain. You spend about in hour in there, just thinking, singing, and of course just relaxing, you loved times like this where you could just reflect on how far you have come.

You go to your room and start to get dressed, just as you were in your pajamas, you hear a knock on your door, so of course you open it, it was Felix.

“Hey Felix!” you smiled

“Hey Y/n , was I interrupting anything?”

“No actually just was about to go to bed, why?”

“Oh..”

“Yeah uh, why do you ask?” you asked a little confused.

“Because.” he says blankly but nervous.

“Because what? You asked

“Because this.”

And before you could ask another question he than kisses your lips, you were shocked for a bit, but you then begin to kiss him back, running your fingers through his dirty blond hair.

He picks you up and takes you to your bed, he then lays you down on your bed, and starts to kiss your neck.

Getting little moans out of you, you start to get more into it by grabbing and pulling his hair.

He then lifts up your top and starts to kiss your breast, roughly and very sexually, you feel his package growing.

“Felix…” as you start to become wet down there.

He then takes off his shirt, exposing his slim but fit body, you run your fingers down his abs, and he starts to take off your bra. Exposing both of your upper parts area, you are both wanting each other more than ever now.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” you moan into his ear.. “I want you now.”

He then quickly takes off his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed, you look at his aroused partner and quickly blush, he was packed.

You then take off your pants and underwear, ready for him.

He placed himself at your core, then slowly pushing himself in, making you both moan.

“FELIX” you moan his name as a little louder.

“Ugh Y/n you’re so tight.” Felix says

He starts to push himself in and out of you, at first slowly, the going faster and faster.

You pulled him down to kiss you, he kisses you back, his lips were soft. You loved his lips, even though they had only met yours a couple minutes ago. He slowly pushed his tongue in your mouth, play fighting with your tongue, he won, of course.

You closed your eyes feeling yourself cumming . He then lay his head on yours ready to cum as well, he was moving his hips very messy now and could hardly keep a rhythm. He continued moving his hips till he groaned moaning your name out loudly and pulled out as he cum.

After he came, we sat their silence.

“Felix what the hell did we just do?”

Skydiving

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: #23 “I have a strict no deals with the devil policy.”

Words: 436

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When you entered a friendship with the hamilsquad you basically became the mom friend. The one that tried to keep all the others from doing the stupid things that could get them hurt, arrested, or killed.

You could handle some of the stuff they got into but there were other nights where you just went along to make sure that nobody died.

Tonight was one of those nights. Except that you were really tired and crabby, and didn’t want to go anywhere.

So when your phone rang, showing Alex as the caller, you knew that you were in for a long night.

“Hel..?”

“Y/N! I hope you’re ready we’re coming to get you,” shouted Alex through the phone. “We’re going sky diving!”

“I have a strict no deals with the devil policy.”

“Aww Y/N come on don’t be like that! We’re all going so you don’t have a choice. We are already ten minutes away from your house,” Alex told you. You heard cheers coming from the phone. You groaned.

“Alright fine! You owe me for this though,” you growled.

“Awesome! We’ll b-” he started to say before you hung up.

You got ready putting on some yoga pants and sweater, then grabbed all your stuff.

They pulled up and shoved you into the car, right onto Lafayette’s lap. Your crush. Joy.

You and Gilbert made small talk on the way there, John driving, and Alex and Hercules giving you guys suggestive faces throughout the whole ride.

Getting there you were all outfitted with your gear and were on the plane. You sat next to Gilbert, slightly terrified. All the others were chatting excitedly.

“Would you like me to jump with you?” Gilbert asked you, taking your hand. You nodded quickly.

Alex jumped first, then Hercules and John. Gilbert took your hand and you both jumped together. Thankfully he didn’t let go of your hand.

“Y/N! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!” Gilbert shouted.

“WHAT!”

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I HAVE BEEN FOR A LONG TIME!”

You were shocked. The guy that you have feelings has feelings for you too.

“I LOVE YOU TOO!”

You could hear cheers coming from beneath you.

Gil grabbed you, pulling you to him as best he could, and planted a quick kiss on your lips. He pulled away and then pulled your parachutes so that you both fell softly to the ground.

The rest of the boys pulled the both of you into a group hug before making their way to the van.

Gilbert pulled you in for another kiss.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” 

Beloved Friends (Prompt #2)

Requested by anonymous: 2 for the prompts list with isaac please ?

#2: You are drunk

A/N: I hope you enjoy it, thanks for requesting! I really liked this one :)

Originally posted by hottguycelebs

Okay, you shouldn’t have had the last three drinks. You get that now. Too late, apparently, but still. Why did you go into the upper floor of Lydia’s house? Oh yes, because you searched for your phone that you left in your handbag in her room.
You sigh and push yourself away from the wall to get to a destination you don’t know yet. You are definitely dizzy. The whole hallway sways and you are pretty sure that you are not walking in a straight line but far too wasted to care about it. At least nobody sees you up here. Yet. Because now you reach the stairs which lead into the living room and there the party is still in full motion. The music is pounding in your head and you hear the people’s laughter and screams. The whole school is here and will probably observe you falling down those stairs. Well, at least they will have something to talk about, you think to yourself, before you take the first step bravely, clinging to the banisters.
In that moment someone all too familiar appears at the end of the stairs and stares at you, slightly concerned. Isaac. Your best friend. A warm feeling spreads in your whole body at his sight.
“What were you doing up there?”, he asks you suspiciously as you master the next few steps.
“Getting my phone.”
“And that took you fifteen minutes?”
You stop and look up at him quizzically. “Has it been that long?”
“Ehm, yes?”
Usually you would have considered this embarrassing but with all the alcohol in your blood you just laugh and that makes you sway dangerously. Isaac gasps, is about to climb the steps to help you but you have a better, a quite reckless idea. You just jump to overcome the last distance. Good thing that your best friend is a werewolf with excellent reflexes. He catches you reliably.
“Are you out of your mind?”, he growls unnerved.
You just chuckle and tip on his nose playfully. “Come on, I trust you.”
He keeps on holding you in his arms while he scans you with a frown. Finally he states: “You are drunk.
“Uh…maybe a bit.”
“Or more than just a bit! When did that happen?”, he questions you incredulously.
“It’s Hayden’s fault. She wanted me to do that drinking game with her and I totally forgot that she can’t get drunk anymore. Well, I lost. Bummer.”
Isaac sighs exaggeratingly while he rolls his eyes. Then he suddenly lifts you up in one swift move and starts to carry you through the room, not really the best idea for your stomach.
“What are you doing?”, you complain, feeling like a baby.
He grins. “We are gonna make you some coffee to sober you up, dummie.”
You groan grumpily but it’s perhaps not the worst idea. And the kitchen is empty which is a really good thing after the other guests already started to stare at you. You can’t blame them, they probably suppose that you are so drunk that Isaac has to carry you, which is not the case. He just likes to be the caring and responsible friend. Easy for someone who can drink whatever he wants without having to fear the consequences.
As you enter the perfectly clean kitchen he sits you down on the work surface like a child before he turns around to search the room for the coffee machine. You on the other hand already focus on the mixer next to you.
“You know what? I think I want a milkshake instead of coffee”, you decide.
He raises his eyebrows. “Does that help?”
“I think everything non-alcoholic will help.”
Isaac just shrugs and approaches the refrigerator to get some milk and ice cream. “What do you want? There is chocolate, strawberry and banana.”
You whip your feet in the air, back and forth, and snort at his unnecessary question. “You know what I want.”
He smiles to himself and grabs the strawberry ice cream, carries the ingredients to the mixer to create the perfect milkshake for you. He is really good at it, you have to admit that. And because your head is still not back to normal you decide to focus on him to stop the room from rocking like a boat.
It’s fascinating to watch him work with alcohol in your system. How his blue eyes are fully concentrated on the task, how his lips are opened just a tiny bit and his muscles under the blue t-shirt tense as he handles the mixer. How his cheeks are a bit reddened from the heat in the house and his perfectly shaped jawline moves as he smiles while he pours the pink liquid into a big glass.
You realize something in that moment and you can’t keep it to yourself.
“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”, you ask him.
The smile gets brighter as he looks up at you. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, you do. Inside and outside.”
“Thank you.”
You purse your lips. “You know, other girls would’ve expected something like: You too.”
He laughs and comes closer to hand you the milkshake, his eyes sparkling sassily but also affectionately. “You know how beautiful you are. Especially to me.”
His words make you blush so you start to drink the tasty shake just to hide your cheeks. He observes you very closely, probably to make sure that you are really drinking it. As if you ever rejected one of Isaac’s handmade milk shakes!
“Better?”, he asks you as half of the glass is empty.
“A lot. But I am so sorry. Haven’t you been talking to that girl before I went upstairs?”, you remember now.
He places his hands to your sides to lean on the working surface, being even closer now. You don’t mind, you are used to that.
“Yeah, but don’t worry. She wasn’t the one.”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “You can’t always search for “the one”. You are too picky.”
“What if I have already found her?”, he says bluntly.
You nearly choke and cough. His intense gaze proves that he means you with that. It’s not even totally surprising. You have always been close since you came to Beacon Hills, always in tune with each other. You just never…took your friendship on this level.
“You can’t know if someone is the one if you haven’t even kissed her. That doesn’t work”, you tell him after you finally recovered.
He frowns. “I have kissed you.”
“No. You have fake kissed me to make a point in front of my ex. Fake kissing doesn’t count, you didn’t really put much effort in it.”
Isaac smirks, amused of you and your matter of fact tone. He comes even closer now and though you sit on the shelf he is as tall as you, so you are eye to eye with him. His eyes have always fascinated you. This sensation is even stronger when you are drunk, as you realize right now. You could lose yourself in them.
“Soo…if I put more effort in it…like now…”, he murmurs hoarsely.
By now you can sense his warmth and odour. He smells just as good as he looks. And you know exactly that his character is even more incredible.
You have the common sense to put the glass away as his nose nearly touches yours. Your heartbeat fastens and your senses are immediately heightened, the dizziness is gone.
“Should I really kiss you when you are drunk?”, he asks, his breath brushing your chin.
You glare at him. “Don’t you dare to pull away now.”
He smiles and doesn’t. Instead he finally buries his hands in your hair, pulls your head a bit closer to overcome the last distance and presses his soft lips on yours. You are unable to control your reaction, your body takes over and your head is empty. Just like that you wrap your legs around his body and your hands around his neck, kissing him back passionately and hungry. Hungry for more. He definitely puts more effort in it right now than last time. Like, a lot.
“Was about time”, a voice snaps you out of your trance and you break apart breathlessly. It’s Lydia. You haven’t even noticed her entering the kitchen and by now she is already leaving again, carrying a glass of water and shooting you a meaningful look together with a bright smile. Then she is gone and only you two are left.
Isaac’s smile is even brighter than Lydia’s.
“I think I know for sure now”, he mumbles, lifting you to the ground again.
You pout. “Was that it?”
Isaac laughs. “I won’t do that again until you are sober. Come one, I will get you home”
Home kind of sounds good because it suggests your comfortable and warm bed. Isaac doesn’t wait for your approval anyway, he just takes your hand to lead you through the living room to the front door. Displaying you as something linked in front of all these people. And you love the feeling of it.

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