#its gonna replace cece in the morning

[p2iimon]

im taking up the name simon. like as a secondary name. just so u know

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folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

*

Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

[keichan]

Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader Part 9: The Two of Us

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two?

Authors note: This is completely a domestic chapter (: I’ve written and deleted it about a good 5 times I’d say. I’m not going to lie, this first month of college has absolutely been kicking my ass. I had to drop my Japanese food class because it was just too much. For ex: I had to write a 300 character paper twice in one week over the difference between 和食　and　日本料理. It was garbage lolol. 

ANYWAYS MY NEW TANAKA SMAU IS COMING OUT AT THE END OF THIS MONTH WRITTEN BY ME AND @pipsqweaks​

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Word count: 1430

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

Warnings: manga time skip!!! FLUFFFFFF

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Your alarm blares loudly on the side of your bed. Rolling out of your sleeping state, you slap around you until you find your phone and switch it off. You quietly attempt to slide off the bed letting out a near silent groan, only to have Kei envelop you in a hug from behind, around your shoulders.

 “Where are you going sweetheart?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. His body felt heavy. He was so tired he was struggling to sit up straight. Your arms rose up to grip his wrists gently. “I have class in two hours, baby. It’s nine in the morning.”

“Two hours?” Kei groaned, pulling you closer to his bare chest. “Sweetheart, just cuddle with me a little longer.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek before slowly laying you back down. You laid on your back, before Kei wriggled over to place his head onto your chest, and curled his body around yours. Within a matter of seconds he was snoring and twitching in his sleep. You ran your fingers through his long hair as you let out a tired chuckle. Almost every morning that you had to wake up before him was like this. 

When he wanted to stay in bed, it was hard to say no. 

It’s been almost a year since you two have been official and six months since you two have begun renting your own home in the suburbs of Sendai. Close to your university and jobs.

You quietly hum as you caress his face and he gravitates towards your touch in his sleep like a baby. Your hand glides across the sheets to your phone to check the time. It was now 9:45, though you didn’t really notice how quickly time flew as you basked yourself  in the comfort of Kei’s presence.

You tap his cheek gently with your fingers. 

“Baby, wake up. I need to go get ready for class today.” 

Kei buried himself into your chest holding you tighter than before.

“Just skip today.” His voice was muffled by your shirt. You tiredly laughed. “The semester just started, you know I can’t!”

Kei rolled himself off of you before meeting your eyes. He squinted at you and propped himself up on his elbow. A hand carefully extended out and he lifted your chin with his finger before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You scrambled around the kitchen making both yours and Kei’s breakfast before leaving to class. Luckily campus was only a 10 minute walk and you were still making pretty decent time. You jumped to see him behind you leaning on the door frame. He used both hands to rub his eyes under his glasses before adjusting them on the bridge of his nose. He had a resting frown on his face as he walked over to the counter to begun making his cup of coffee. 

“What’d you make this morning, angel?” He asks, placing the mug to his lips, the heat from the drink fogging his lenses white. You turn to present him his food.

“Strawberry pancakes!” You extend the plate in front of his face for his frown to fade into a smile as a corner of his lips tugged upwards. He grabbed the plate from you and placed a small peck on the side of your cheek.

“You’re the best.”

You two basked in a comfortable silence as you both at your breakfast. Kei always liked to sit on the right side of you so his left and can always rest on your thigh. Even in silence it gave him comfort to be touching you in some way. Glancing up at you every once and awhile to offer a tiny smile and give you a light squeeze. 

Every morning was like this since you’ve moved in. Though on the days that Kei had decided to be a morning person, he would be the one who cooks. 

You turn your wrist to check the time. 10:35.

“Baby I’m gonna go to class, I’ll see you later.” You stand up and your hands reach to collect the plates before Kei gently slaps them away. He raises a finger to point at you. 

“Don’t worry about the dishes, it’s not like you live here.” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes. You cup his face just to pinch his cheek roughly.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

“I pay half the rent here too, baby.” Your eyes meet his to be greeted with a deep scowl.

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“You don’t have to try, dummy.”

You release your hold on his face, to cup it once more and peck his lips. He swiftly grabs the back of your neck in your attempt to pull away, only to deepen the kiss. Pulling you onto his lap, he holds you by the waist. His lips trail to the side of your face and slowly down your neck and collarbone, nipping gently. Kei’s hands slip underneath your shirt. You softly place your hands on his chest, his actions ceasing immediately. You kiss the side of his cheek and check your watch again. 10:45. 

You quickly stand up and sling your bag on your shoulder, taking a long stride to the door you call, “I’ll be home around 4 today, baby! Don’t miss me too much!”

“I love you, sweetheart!” 

The front door firmly closes leaving Kei in silence. A small smile rests on his lips and he begins to tidy up the kitchen. 

With his hands on his hips he glanced over the area giving himself a slight nod for doing a good job (he took a little over an hour to deep clean, just to make you happy). But he still felt like there was more he could do. 

You place your hand on the door knob only for it to be yanked open causing you to stumble forward. 

“Welcome home!” Kei said warmly, he was wearing his signature smirk as he peered down at you. 

“How long were you waiting at the door for?” You pondered. Kei shrugged looking away from you, his stance was towering over you. You studied his face. He was overly excited about something. You reach forward to grab his arm but it’s tucked behind his back along with the other. He doesn’t budge. You groan and pucker your lips looking up with your eyes squeezed shut. His lips gently press against yours. 

“Babyyyy, what’re you holding? Lemme see?” You bunched the material of his shirt up in your hands peering up at him. 

He rolled his eyes, “well if you’re gonna act like this…”

His right hand curved around his body, with his left returning on the other side to grab the object. Well… it wasn’t an object… it was a…

“TSUKISHIMA KEI! YOU ADOPTED A PUPPY WHILE I WAS IN CLASS!” You squealed before gently grasping the dog from your boyfriend's hands. It was a small shiba-inu puppy. It’s ears perked up as you stared at it with its tongue out panting slightly. Your eyes were as big as the moon.

“His name is Hiro. I got him from the shelter down the street.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his ego growing slightly bigger than before.

“He’s cute isn’t he?”

“Yes he is!” You booped Hiro’s nose with your index finger. Cradling the dog in your arms you look up to Kei.

“This is the start of our own little family, isn’t it?”

Kei melted in place as you gave him the most perfect smile. The one he’s been in love with all of these years. The smirk completely dissipated from his face to be replaced with a smile so big his eyes squinted shut. He laughed a genuine laugh. He moved closer to you to grab your face with both hands. 

“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I’m so lucky it’s with you.” He placed a quick peck to your lips before rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Remember when you confessed to me that one time, and you said we’d get a dog-“

“Please don’t talk about my confession-“

“At least I said yes.”

“Yes a whole two business weeks later, thank you very much!”

“Do you want me to take it back?”

“That’s not allowed, sweetheart.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I’ll defin-“

Kei cut you off by placing his lips on yours, rather roughly, trying his best not to squish your new son between your chests. 

This was you and Kei’s forever. 

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Rose Tint My World Chapter 1 (Pharon) - Dottie

Summary: High School is finally over for Phi Phi and Sharon, and now they have the entire summer to spend together before they go off to college. Throw in a nightmare of an ex, and being trapped in a fast moving confined space for hours on end and you get… well, you could probably guess. 

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love and support I have received, especially concerning this fic! This fic wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you!!! And thank you to Ortega for being so amazing and supportive (I mean shes practically my wife), and a huge loving thank you goes to Jazz for being a big part of my emotional support (poor bitch had to put up with ME) and for helping me whenever I got stuck!! Also thank you to Cece for being so amazing and wonderful all the time, she doesn’t get near the amount of credit she deserves, she’s so nice and I love her. And thank you to my actual sister and loml purecamp for betaing this and for just existing????? because she’s perfect???? And lastly, but most importantly, thank you to everyone who has read this/is reading this/will read this. I could not have done this without you in the first place and I am in awe that you’re even reading this. I love your pussies. Okay enough of my sappy bullshit and on with the fic. :)

Phi Phi groaned as the alarm on her phone blared at seven forty-five on a saturday morning. It was disgustingly early and if it weren’t graduation day and if her grandparents hadn’t driven up from Texas to see her graduate and to take her out for breakfast, then she would have shut her phone off and gone back to sleep.

Sharon had kept her up way too late the night before, deciding that it would be cute to have a date night at their old elementary school’s playground. Phi Phi thought it was stupid no she didn’t but the way Sharon giggled into her shoulder as they laid on the damp grass, and pretended to know anything about astrology, made Phi Phi’s chest so full of happiness, love and adoration for that dork.

When Sharon had dropped her off, it was nearing four in the morning and the pair were exhausted. Though for some reason, Sharon had declined Phi Phi’s invitation to spend the night, which was fine she guessed, but odd.

She shut off her alarm before checking to see if she had any messages, which she normally never did, but to her surprise there were a few messages waiting for her. Two from Sharon, one from her aunt and a Facebook message from Dida.

She ignored the messages from Dida and her Aunt and opened her texts from Sharon, confused as to why she was awake at this ungodly hour when graduation didn’t even start until one.

From: Party City Bitch 🖤

Received at 5:45 AM

I’m home. Srry I forgot to txt u when I got home. Love u

From: Party City Bitch 🖤

Received at 6:27 AM

Hey bby I kno yer sleeping but I just wanted to say i love u and i have a surprize foru but yer gonna hav to wait until aftr graduation.

Phi Phi smiled despite the sappiness. She was dating an absolute dork. She checked her other two messages which were both just simple ‘Congratulations’ texts. She locked her phone and rolled out of bed, trudging into the bathroom for a quick shower. It was going to be a long day, she could already tell.

Xx

Breakfast with her mom and grandparents went unexpectedly smooth. Her grandparents had kept going on and on about how excited they were to meet Sharon later that afternoon and all Phi Phi could think about was Sharon walking in with white contacts, ten inch heels and dark make up. She was lucky her conservative grandparents were so accepting of her sexuality, but she was still worried that Sharon might be a little more than they could handle. Of course she would never voice those concerns aloud, but they were still her concerns nonetheless. She loved Sharon and it meant a lot to her that her grandparents accepted her how she was; spooky, stupid and beautiful.

Phi Phi was nearly sick with nerves when they got to the high school, knowing that in just over an hour and a half Sharon would be meeting her southern baptist grandparents for the first time- as her girlfriend. She said her quick goodbyes to her mom and grandparents and rushed off to join the rest of her class, her cap and gown clutched tightly in her shaking hands.

She squeezed through the parents and family members all crowded outside the gymnasium. As she briskly walked she kept an eye out for Sharon, but unfortunately, the spooky blonde was nowhere in sight.

“Phi Phi, wait up!”

She stopped in her tracks and turned toward the voice, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to who was calling out for her. She’s less surprised to see Dida’s smiling face rushing towards her. Phi Phi sighed before a fake smile found its way onto her face.

“Hi Dida,” Phi Phi greeted as she’s pulled into an awkwardly tight hug.

“We did it, girl! We’re graduating,” Dida exclaimed as she pulled away, her eyes bright and smile as perfect as ever. Her makeup was flawless, as per usual, and of course she was one of those girls that looked good in her cap and gown which made Phi Phi slightly jealous.

“Yeah! C-congratulations,” Phi Phi tried to match her enthusiasm but she could practically hear how forced it was. Dida’s smile never faltered, but what else was new?

“Thank you! Congrats to you too! Where’s Sharon, I wanted to say hi before the ceremony started,” Dida asked and glanced around in hopes that she would catch sight of Sharon.

“I was j-just trying to find her, I kn-know she’s around here somewhere,” Phi Phi frowned, she just really wanted her girlfriend to pull her away from the unnecessary conversation.

“Phi Phi,” she heard an all too familiar voice call out. She immediately turned at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice, her eyes raking over the crowd. She recognized the blonde hair instantly, but didn’t recognize the girl it belonged to, well she did, but she was used to seeing her behind closed doors and in sweatpants, not out in public all dressed up.

Sharon stood before her, her hair in bouncy waves with her normal black lips and heavy eyeliner replaced with a neutral color lipstick and light mascara. Her freckles were on full display with a hint of highlighter accentuating her natural cheekbones. She was all dressed up in a powder blue dress that matched her cap and gown and nude heels instead of her normal black on black. She looked so beautiful it took Phi Phi’s breath away.

“Oh my god, Sharon you look so different,” Dida squealed, lightly pushing past Phi Phi to pull the blonde into a constricting hug, which Sharon returned in a more genuine and natural way than Phi Phi had.

“I know,” Sharon said pulling away and gravitating over towards her girlfriend. “I’m meeting Phief’s grandparents today, so I wanted to make a good impression,” Sharon squeezed Phi Phi’s hand and flashed her a toothy grin.

Phi Phi’s heart swelled at the confession, she was shocked Sharon would do that for her, but not at all surprised at the same time. Sharon had always paid close attention to Phi Phi’s stories about her visits to her grandparents farm, and she had known how close Phi Phi was with them, so Sharon understood how important it was that she made a good first impression even though they hadn’t discussed it.

“That’s so exciting,” Dida exclaimed, she almost continued but was interrupted by their principal calling for them to line up. “Guess I better get going then, congrats to the both of you,” Dida shouted as she rushed away to line up.

Phi Phi turned to Sharon, now that they were alone. Sharon gazed back at Phi Phi, a light blush gracing her face. She looked calm and composed, but underneath Phi Phi could see how nervous the blonde was.

Once Dida was out of earshot, Sharon turned towards Phi Phi, looking less composed than she had only seconds prior. “Do I look okay?” Sharon bit her lip and gestured towards herself.

“Y-you look beautiful,” Phi Phi said quietly, a smile fighting to break out onto her face. “You d-didn’t have to do this.”

Sharon smiled and shook her head, “I know how important this is to you, and I didn’t want to scare them away.” Her eyes were still wide and nerve ridden and she wouldn’t stop fidgeting with her dress, it was adorable.

Phi Phi let the smile take over her face as she pulled Sharon down for a chaste kiss, taking the taller girl’s shaking hands into her own, “I love you.” Sharon beamed back at her, pride dancing in her blue eyes.

“Did you two not hear the announcement to line up,” a harsh voice interrupted and the two girls turned to face Ms. Del Rio. “Go line up!” She left no room for protesting so the two scurried toward the rest of the students, suppressing their giggles.

Right before they made their very short, yet separate ways, Phi Phi stopped Sharon from walking away and pulled her in for a hug. “I’ll meet you back here in an hour and a half,” she whispered, then let Sharon go. She got a wink in return before Sharon turned and walked past a few more people until she found her spot.

Xx

The ceremony went off without a hitch and well, it was completely stupid and boring. She sat in between two students she had never even interacted with before and wanted to bang her head against the metal chair in front of her during Alaska’s Valedictorian speech- which of course was about how all of them were a family and had grown so close over the years. It was all complete and utter bullshit. She couldn’t see Sharon from where she was sitting either, so her entertainment was little to none and she had no distraction from her destructive thoughts. The only thing she could think about was her grandparents, whom she loved and whose opinion she cared for deeply, turning their nose up at Sharon, whom she loved and cared for deeply.

She was so wrapped up in those thoughts that she barely noticed that the names had started to get called out as each row stood up. She finally snapped out of it when it was her row’s turn to stand up go up on stage to get their diplomas. The next thing she knew her fake diploma- the real one would later be mailed to her- was thrust into one hand while the principal shook her other hand. She then walked off the stage posing for a quick picture and then she was back in her seat. It felt like a matter of seconds, she didn’t even hear Sharon’s name get called out even though there were only a few people between them.

Phi Phi had always hated that her last name was towards the middle to end of the alphabet, even though it was a small school. But that day she had never been more relieved because once she sat down she only had to wait another two minutes before Jinkx Monsoon, the senior class president, lead the tassel turning- which was completely pretentious but Phi Phi stopped caring freshman year.  

It was finally over, she was officially graduated. After 11 years of complete and utter hell, and one year of nothing but surprises, she was finally done. Sharon was finally done too, which made Phi Phi immensely proud. School work hadn’t come easy to her, but she had persevered and she /graduated, she had her diploma- well, a fake one.

The school orchestra began to play the commencement song, which was the students’ queue to exit, one row at a time. Phi Phi felt like she could finally breathe again when she got back out into the small hallway next to the gym. She looked around for Sharon once again, but this time she didn’t have to look very far because Sharon was heading her way.

“That wasn’t entirely p-painful,” the blonde smiled proudly at Phi Phi as she approached and enveloped her into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” Sharon whispered.

“Not as p-proud as I am of you,” Phi Phi whispered back, pulling away, realizing that it was probably time to go find their families. She was suddenly taken over by nerves again, and she could tell from the look in Sharon’s eye and her wavering smile, that she was just as, if not more, nervous.

“Th-they’re going to l-love you,” Phi Phi insisted, her voice sounded a little too hopeful for her liking, but she didn’t think Sharon noticed, and if she did, she didn’t say anything.

Sharon quietly looked down at herself again, and bit her lip. She started fidgeting with her dress again, pulling it down at the bottom even though it nearly reached her knees as it was. Phi Phi wanted to reach out and make all of her insecurities go away, but she had no idea how to do that because she had the same insecurities and they had been eating her up since she found out her grandparents were going to graduation. She hated seeing Sharon that way. She was normally the more confident one, the one who taught Phi Phi how to see the good in herself and her speech impediment, instead of just focusing on all of the bad.

“Hey,” Phi Phi said quietly, reaching out to take hand so she would stop fidgeting. “Th-they’re going to love you.”

Sharon shook her head and averted her eyes again. “You don’t know that,” Sharon whispered.

“I d-do know that,” Phi Phi squeezed Sharon’s hand, causing the blonde to look back up at her. “I kn-know they’ll love you, b-because I love you.”

Sharon took a deep breath, it was like a flip of a switch and she seemed to have a newfound confidence as she straightened her posture. “Let’s do this then,” Sharon said with a smirk.

Phi Phi smiled brightly at Sharon’s increased confidence. She turned and lead them away from the gym, in search of their families.

Sharon found her parents with ease, who greeted Phi Phi in their usual, loving way with Sharon’s mom, Joan, complimenting her dress, and her dad, Bob, giving Phi Phi a teasingly hard time on her shoe choice, which were heels. In hindsight, they were a bad idea given how clumsy she was, but she didn’t fall so she deemed it a success.

Phi Phi’s family were harder to track down, especially since her short height ran in her family. But eventually Phi Phi spotted them near the front doors of the school. It was just her mom and her grandparents, which was what she expected. She was an only child and her dad was next to nonexistent. He never cared about her anyways, that much was obvious when he left them to start another family with a woman ten years younger than her mother. Not that she cared anymore, anyways.

“Oh look there’s your mom!” Joan said, pacing a hand on Phi Phi’s shoulder and pointing with her other hand. “Karen!” Joan let go of Phi Phi and lead the pack towards Karen, Phi Phi’s mom.

Sharon squeezed Phi Phi’s hand as they followed closely behind Joan. The two mother’s greeted each other with a hug and a ‘I can’t believe our babies graduated!’. Phi Phi glanced at the very sweet little old woman standing next to her mother and smiled brightly, figuring it was better Sharon meet them sooner rather than later.

“Oh, Phi Phi, congratulations, sweetheart! Your grandfather and I are so proud of you,” she said, squeezing Phi Phi in a hug. She smiled and hugged her grandmother back just as tightly.

When she pulled away she turned back to Sharon and motioned for her to walk over from where she was nervously standing.

“G-grandma, Grandpa this is my g-girlfriend, Sharon. Sharon, this is m-my Grandma Sophia and my Grandpa H-henry,” Phi Phi introduced, lacing her fingers together with Sharon’s, trying to stand as tall and look as confident as she possibly could.

Sharon smiled brightly at the elderly couple, her hand squeezing Phi Phi’s. “Hi,” she greeted not sounding nearly as nervous as either of them felt.

Sophia smiled back at her politely and looked her up and down, she squinted as if she were inspecting a piece of artwork. Phi Phi’s stomach was in knots, and the longer her grandmother stared at Sharon, the worse it got. She just wanted her to say something- anything.

“You look different than the pictures Karen’s sent me,” Sophia squinted her eyes as she inspected Sharon’s face. She then turned to her daughter and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure this is Sharon?”

Karen rolled her eyes, “Yes mom, that’s Sharon.” She sent an apologetic look Joan and Bob’s way, who just smiled back in return.

Sophia turned back to Sharon with calculating eyes and then turned to her husband, who had also been staring at Sharon for far too long without saying anything. They shared a knowing look that only made Phi Phi more nervous.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” Sophia drawled out approvingly. Sharon blushed at the compliment and darted her eyes to Phi Phi, who felt a lot more relaxed than she was before.

“Thank you,” Sharon replied.

“A good different, I hope?” Sharon didn’t sound too sure of herself, but Sophia laughed and nodded. She patted Sharon’s arm in amusement.

Phi Phi couldn’t tell whether or not it was a good sign, but she hoped it was. Sharon seemed to be taking it well, so Phi Phi wasn’t too worried about her.

“Are we going to go eat, then? I’m starving,” Sophia questioned, earning her a stern look from Karen.

Xx

Dinner went by relatively smoothly, it was more like a late lunch, but by the time they had finished waiting for a table and then had gotten their food, it was nearing late enough in the afternoon for it to have counted as dinner. Sharon had sat sandwiched between Phi Phi and Sophia, the latter of whom had practically interrogated Sharon throughout dinner, much to everyone else’s amusement.

By the end of dinner, Sharon and Sophia were practically two peas in a pod, joking and sharing embarrassing stories about Phi Phi- a few of which even Karen jumped in to help tell- that she couldn’t even get mad about if she tried because two of the most important people in her life were getting along and it was honestly all she could have possibly wanted in that moment.

After the bill was paid and they all made their way to leave, Sharon stopped Phi Phi so they were a few feet behind everyone else, the adults all seemingly knowing to leave them be as they walked out the front doors.

“I still have that surprise for you,” Sharon said, her tone giving away how excited she was. Phi Phi couldn’t help but smile at how adorable it was. “You have to close your eyes first, and no peeking,” Sharon very seriously insisted.

Phi Phi just rolled her eyes, her smile widening as she closed her eyes. She felt Sharon grab ahold of her arm  and lead her out the front doors. She was nervous but excited about the surprise Sharon had for her, she had no idea what it could possibly be but her mind kept going back to the image of Lady Gaga standing out in the parking lot, waiting for Phi Phi, as impossible as that was.

She felt the warm May air hit her skin as they exited, loving the feeling of being embraced by the warm breeze. She let Sharon blindly guide her until they came to a stop, “Okay, baby, open your eyes.”

Phi Phi’s eyes fluttered open and in front of her was a mint blue, nineteen-sixties volkswagen beetle with a little bow on the windshield. Phi Phi sharply inhaled, her thoughts running a thousand miles per hour. Did Sharon buy her a car? She felt an array of emotions, the primary one being confusion.

“Sh-sharon,” Phi Phi trailed off, at a complete loss for words.

“I saved up a majority of every paycheck I’ve gotten since we became friends and I wanted to buy it for you,” Sharon explained, wrapping an arm around Phi Phi’s shoulder. Phi Phi was smiling so wide that she thought her face would crack.

“But that’s only half of the surprise,” Karen piped up from behind them, Phi Phi turned to look at her mom in confusion before turning back to Sharon. The blonde smiled at her and lead her around to the passenger side of the car. Sharon opened the door and sitting there on the seat was a folded up road map, still confused, Phi Phi opened the map as directed by her girlfriend. On the map, Phi Phi noticed one of the roadways highlighted in bright pink highlighter, she followed it three times with her eyes but it still didn’t make any sense.

“I d-don’t understand,” Phi Phi looked at Sharon with furrowed eyebrows. Sharon sighed fondly and rolled her eyes.

“We’re going on a roadtrip!”

Phi Phi blinked at Sharon. A road trip. “To where?”

“LA, baby,” she said proudly, “I planned it all out by myself.” She said it so proudly that Phi Phi couldn’t help the smile taking over her face. Sharon planned out an entire trip for the two of them- Sharon.

“When d-do we leave?” Phi Phi asked when she realized she hadn’t really said anything and Sharon’s proud smile had wavered briefly.

The proud smile was back, “Tonight!”

Xx

When Phi Phi got back home it took her roughly an hour to pack everything she would need for the trip. She was bubbling with excitement, a whole month/month and a half with Sharon before the two went their separate ways for college.

Phi Phi had decided on The University of Texas long before her and Sharon had even acknowledged each other, whereas Sharon was dead set on The University of Pittsburgh. They knew that keeping their relationship was going to be tough being so far apart, especially after being as close as they were. Sharon wasn’t as worried about the distance as Phi Phi was, she reasoned that they would have skype dates and Sharon would fly out occasionally to visit and Phi Phi would come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so it wasn’t like it they would be going without seeing each other for longer than three months at a time. In the fall semester anyways.

Phi Phi’s interrupted from her thoughts by her mom knocking on her door. Phi Phi had everything packed and had been looking through pictures of herself and Sharon. Yes she was aware that she had turned into a huge sap.

“Hey, sweetie, Sharon’s here,” Karen said from the doorway. Phi Phi smiled and started gathering her things and taking them down to the new car with Karen’s help.

Sharon greeted Phi Phi with a kiss and helped pack up her things into the car. It didn’t take too long and when they were finished, Karen took Phi Phi off to the side as Sophia, who had come outside to say goodbye, took Sharon off to the side.

“Be safe and have fun, I only have one baby,” Karen said, moving hair out of Phi Phi’s face. The brunette rolled her eyes at her mother’s sappiness, but felt a pang of sadness that she wouldn’t see her mom for a couple of weeks.

“I love you,” Phi Phi said as she pulled her mom into a tight hug.

Karen pulled away and smiled at her daughter, “I love you more, now go before I start crying.”

Phi Phi laughed, and turned and walked towards Sharon, who had finished her conversation with Sophia. Sharon had a smile plastered on her face, but Phi Phi could see right through it, Sophia had said something that upset Sharon.

Phi Phi said her goodbyes to her grandparents, before finally getting in the car. Sharon was taking the first driving shift. They waved goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway and they were off.

They made it to the end of the block when Phi Phi couldn’t hold her curiosity in any longer.

“What d-did my grandma say to you?” Phi Phi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sharon looked over at Phi Phi with fake confusion, “Goodbye?”

Phi Phi sighed in frustration, “Sharon, sh-she obviously said s-something to upset you.”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sharon denied, obviously lying through her teeth.

“Sharon,” Phi Phi said sternly, why wouldn’t she just tell her?

“Just drop it, Phi Phi,” Sharon snapped, her tone very pointed.

“I’m n-not going to drop it, it’s obviously upsetting y-you.” She didn’t understand why Sharon wouldn’t just tell her, she normally told her everything.

Sharon opened her mouth to yell back but right when she turned her head, a tall figure dashed out in the middle of the street and right in front of their car.

“SHARON!” Phi Phi screamed, just in time for Sharon to slam on the breaks. Phi Phi squeezed her eyes shut and waited for impact. She heard something small hit the front of the car, not nearly as bad as she had expected.

She blinked open her eyes and looked over at Sharon who was staring straight ahead with wide, horrified eyes. Phi Phi glanced out the front windshield, meeting the gaze of one Alaska Thunderfuck.