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emeraldtawny · 4 years

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12 Days of Vampmas - Isaac

And Day number 11: Mr Isaac Newton himself. I mean, I had to leave him for last since it is his birthday today!

Prompt: “Kissing under the mistletoe.”

The slow floating descent of the evening’s snow cast meandering shadows underneath the lamplights of Paris, the crowd size in the city petering out, if only a little. Weaving through the crowd with your hands intertwined, you and Isaac emerge into the open air, you hearing the deep relieved sigh of your boyfriend beside you. Giving his hand a squeeze, you pull his arm gently and direct your gaze to the empty bench sat in front of a manicured hedge. He takes your cue and follows your gaze, squeezing your hand back in response. The both of you sigh softly as you sink into the wooden bench, your feet thanking you for alleviating pressure from your constant walking through town in heels.

“I think we did quite well. Don’t you?”

“For the holidays, I suppose it wasn’t too bad.”

Both of you turn the face the other with a grin and a smile, exhausted but undeniably happy. You sit up straight and turn to face Isaac properly, him mirroring you a moment later.

“Happy Birthday, Isaac. And Merry Christmas.”

The way he seems to fight the quirk of his lips has you fighting off a wide smile of your own and after a soft clearing of his throat, he mutters just louder than a whisper but filled with nothing but tenderness,

“Thank you, ___.”

A soft rustle from the hedge behind you makes you both freeze. Isaac turns his head towards it in curiosity before his pink hues widen to the size of saucers. Crudely hung from a tree branch by a piece of string, a bundle of green is suddenly thrust out from the hedge to hang between you and Isaac above your heads, a neatly tied red ribbon wrapped around the plant’s stems. You blink up at it whilst Isaac seems to sputter in shock.

“Mistletoe…” You breathe out softly.

Beside you, your boyfriend has turned around from his seat on the bench to reach into the hedge, his movements rigid from his anger but clumsy from how utterly flustered he is. You cut a glance to his face, the delicate crease between his brows, the way his teeth clench in both anger and embarrassment, and the flush of seemingly his entire face in a wash of red all sweetly adorable to you, though you know he’d hate it if you told him so.

Instead, you opt for grabbing his shoulder to pull him back from his mission to defile the shrubbery. He baulks sweetly, eyes wide open in innocence and his hair dusted with snowflakes. Compelled beyond your ability to resist, you grab the lapels of his coat and lean in closer, his eyes somehow widening further at your advance. A tradition as old as this leaves no room for excuses or resistance, Isaac putting up neither besides a soft gasp as you press your lips to his.

You take your time, easing yourself into it and letting your lips melt into him. You both stop for a breath before you reunite your lips, the warmth of the kiss a treasure in the freezing night air. Your eyelids flutter open to watch Isaac’s face, humming softly at the sweet bliss illustrated on his face, his eyes closed as he focuses on the burning, addictive heat of your lips. His hand moves to your hip to slide you closer, your legs tangling softly together and your grip on his coat tightening as you find purchase in his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. You pull back a hair’s width to breathe before returning to take his lower lip between your teeth and relishing the soft sound he makes in his throat. Pulling his lower lip gently, you break the kiss, both of you sitting in relative silence, only your soft panting breaths registering in your ears.

You open your eyes slowly to find Isaac, eyes closed in faux contemplation. With a smile, you lean forward to bump your nose against his and that breaks him from his trance. He blinks once. Twice. Then, his face erupts in flames and he stands from his seat so quickly he almost topples over.

“S-sorry! I’m-I’m just ...I'm going to crab some Christmas crepes-I mean! Grab some Gris-” He grumbles then clears his throat harshly, “Be right back!!”

You have to chuckle at the pure fluster in his actions as he dashes off, the embarrassment radiating off his person enough to melt the snow around you for miles. You hear the hedge behind you rustle again, as well as badly concealed laughter.

“Now THAT was worth the wait. Poor ol’ Newt’s face was priceless!”

“Indeed. Now, every Christmas will give me a splendid memory of Ai-chan’s flustered face. What a wonderful holiday.”

You sigh. Loudly. “Thank you for helping me, you two. You can go home now.”

“Glad to be of assistance. And thank you for the front row seats to your lovers’ pashing.”

It’s now your turn to reach angrily and flustered into the bush in an attempt to throttle a British author. Though, with the lingering whispers of heat still tingling on your lips, you honestly couldn’t deny how special a Christmas this has been.

Day 10 - Shakespeare ← Day 11 - Isaac → Day 12 - Vincent

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevam fanfic #ikevam isaac #12 days of vampmas #hope you all have a merry christmas and a happy holiday no matter your belief <3

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rons-wheezely · 5 years

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Ron Weasley || A Little Push

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Genre: fluff

Summary: “And damn, consent never sounded so hot.”; Post Hogwarts!Ron x reader; Ron helps with the shop, and good ‘ol George helps you two out.

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After a few years of revolutionizing the Auror industry with Harry, he decided to help out his older brother, George, with Weasley‘s Wizarding Wheezes. Business was picking up again, but with Fred gone, it was getting too hectic to run a one-man show. At least, that’s what George told Ron.

“Ron, do you mind restocking the chocolate frogs?” George calls out to him whilst ringing up a long line of customers. The dings and receipts fly out along with each happy customer. Rush hour dies down, and George spots a familiar face entering the store.

“Well what do we have here?” He leans over the counter,” I haven’t seen you in eons, y/n. How’ve you been?”

“You saw me just last Tuesday, George.” You chuckled at his exaggerated shrug response. “I’ve got to hurry; I have to catch the afternoon train.”

“What’s with the leave?”

”Isaac, my youngest cousin, is having a birthday party. He wanted a Pygmy Puff for his birthday. His mother refused and told him it was too girly to own.” You made a face of disgust for the gender stereotypes his mom had enforced on him. You were getting him a Pygmy Puff, whether she liked it or not.

“y’know, Ron actually has a tatt—“ George started to whisper before Ron walked in.

“Ron what?? What’d I do this time?” He sees you and stops in his tracks.

He hadn’t seen you since after the war, and honestly, he was missing out. The small crush that worked so hard to fade over time came back so alarmingly, ten times as strong as it was before. His heart pounded so loud he wondered if everyone in the room could hear it, given his brother had a certain shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oh.” He looked at you and immediately he was made well aware of how lazily dressed he had been that day. His hair was ruffled and unkempt, his attire had literally been thrown on in minutes, and my god, is it too late to do a breath check?

Why does he feel so flushed in the face?? It’s just y/n, there’s nothing to worry about. Keep it cool Ron, you’ve got this. You two are friends, not lovers. But even then..

You stared back,” Hello to you too?”

Ron’s head whipped away so quickly you wanted to ask him about his whiplash. His face was turning red, but then again, this was a joke shop. He could’ve easily eaten something meant as a prank for his brother. He scurried away as fast as he came thundering through the door.

“Ron’s having a hard time adjusting; him being away and all has messed with his noggin, I think.” George says matter-of-factly. “It’ll do him some good to hang out with friends, yeah?”

“Could I join?” Your eyes lit up too quickly to be a coincidence. You looked at the floor sheepishly,” I mean, only if it’s alright.”

George looked at you with a warm gaze that only a Weasley could do,” Of course.”

“Is she gone?” Ron crept back into the main room where his brother was. You just left the store a second ago, and he let out a breath of air.

“She’s gone.”

“Blimey, I thought my heart was going to burst.” He clenched his hand over his chest.

“Wow?? Ron’s in love with y/n?? And still hasn’t confessed...” George shakes his head in dismay. “I can’t take it anymore, Ron. I should’ve pushed you out the door after her.”

Ron’s face heats up imagining the scenario playing out. If he’d bump into you and he’d catch you in his arms and then-

“Get a room, Ron.” Hermione walks through the door with Harry and Ginny following behind.

“I am in a room.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed. “All these years, and you still haven’t spilled your feelings to her?”

“Her answer would be the same denial no matter what year it was.”

The group bickers with each other, snickering at Ron and catching up on missed memories. Y/n bursts into the shop again, bending over to catch her breath.

“George I forgot the.. the gift receipt.” You said in between breaths of air.

Dozens of eyes fell upon you, and all the chattering stopped. You paid no mind to the staring as you grabbed the receipt out of his hand and sigh in relief as you walked out the door. You didn’t make eye contact with anyone other than George because of a nervous tick, leaving everyone blatantly ignored in your hurry.

With the sudden realization of what happened, Ginny grabbed onto Ron’s shoulders and started pushing him out the door. “Ron, it’s your chance!”

Everyone erupts in a chorus of encouraging words to Ron, leaving him flustered as he’s shoved out of the shop. Like any cliche, he bumped into you, but you fell over and he couldn’t quite catch you in time.

He tenses up, looking at you on the ground. ”Bloody hell, are you alright?”

“More or less..” You laugh and he helps you up. “What brings you tumbling into me, Ron?”

“..I-“ he glances back and sees all of his friends pressing their faces to the shop glass and giving him the thumbs up. “I’m.. very much in love. With you.” He pauses in between some words but rambles into his confession. “I know we’re friends, but seeing you now and not being able to.. to kiss you is driving me mad, not going to lie.”

You can only stand there dumbfounded. He wanted to kiss you?? “This whole time? You wanted to kiss me, even when we were younger?”

“When you word it like that it makes me sound like a pervert, but yeah, I suppose so.” His hands are fidgeting but he manages to grab onto yours. “We don’t have to be anything more than friends, if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know what the proper response is, but I like you too? I always have, Ron.”

His gaze that was once on the floor now bore itself into yours. He pulls you close to him in a hug, satisfying the crave of your touch. Foreheads touch and he whispers in your ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

And damn, consent never sounded so hot. You nod and butterflies burst in your stomach when your lips touch for the first time. You grasp onto each other tightly, savoring the moment as much as you could. You might as well just take him to Isaac’s birthday party..

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-A/N-

Thank you cutie so much for your patience on this one!! It took me some time to think of a post-hogwarts plot, but it was definitely interesting to write; a real challenge, that one. I don’t necessarily do first person POVs, so I tried to focus on his standpoint instead lol.

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sassysweetstories · 5 years

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gentle melody // blurb

Summary: reader plays music at the local coffee shop and catches Stiles’ eyes.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, swearing, angst, yelling, minor kissing, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

Stiles fidgeted in his seat, Scott on one side and Isaac on the either. “Scott are you sure this is a good idea? Taking a break when a siren is out here possibly killing people?” The squirmy boy hisses into his alpha’s ear. Scott scoffed at his friends attempt to destroy their one night of peace. “Stiles. Shut up and enjoy the show. Get yourself a drink and relax.” Sighing, he takes his friends not so kind advice and grabs an iced coffee to subdue the heat of anxiety that bubbled in his chest. “Relax.. relax.. relax.. I can relax. I’m Mr. Relax..” He sips the cool drink, humming in delight but before heading back to his seat, Stiles ran into a warm body with a loud thud.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!!” The voice said from below him. When he looked to see the culprit, his whole world seemed to turn upside down. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen stood in front of him with a shy smile, voice as sweet as vanilla. “I swear I need to watch where I’m going.” She blushes crimson and his heart melts as she bobs from side to side, her guitar swinging with her movement. “Oh no, you’re totally fine! I should be the one apologizing, I’m constantly running into things. And in this case I ran into a pretty girl.” He assures her softly. (Y/n) blushes, laughing quietly and Stiles heart yearns to hear more.

“That was a terrible flirt, I’m sorry. I’m Stiles. Are you performing tonight?” Gesturing to the guitar in her hand as he stuck out his palm for her to take. When she slides it into his, neither one of them can deny how perfectly they fit together. “I’m (Y/n). And I thought your flirtation was very cute. I am performing tonight. I have a few songs I wrote that I’m very excited to play. You staying to watch?” She was hopeful that he would stay for her, cheer her on as she sung her heart out. When Stiles smiled, (Y/n) was sure enough he was a living angel. How could someone be so handsome? “I am! Some of my friends and I are here to take a break from-” He paused for a second before finishing. “-from school.”

(Y/n) thankfully hadn’t noticed the little hiccup as she smiled up at the man with dreamy chocolate brown eyes. “Well maybe afterwards, I can show you around? Maybe give you a guitar lesson?” She mutters smoothly, moving her eyebrows flirty. Stiles pointed at himself, blushing and flabbergasted that this girl would ever want to talk to him longer than five minutes before nodding like a confused puppy. The sight makes (Y/n) laugh before she bids him farewell and goes behind the curtain to prepare for her set. Diana, (Y/n)’s drummer, smirked at her friend’s flustered expression. “Who was the boy?” Probing the young woman. Without hesitation she flipped Diana off, laughing as she tuned her guitar.

Stiles returned to his seat, grinning from cheek to cheek. He buzzed with excitement, practically jumping out of his seat to see the girl with the bright smile and the voice of an angel. How could someone be so enchanting? When the blood red curtains pull open, his heart nearly explodes. “Good evening, everybody!” Her voice makes everyone smile, drawn in by her mere presence. The crowd screams for her. “I hope you’re all ready for some good music and a good time!!” The music starts off with a warm guitar rift accompanied by the soft kick of Diana’s drums. When (Y/n) sings, her voice washes over the room like a cool mist, drawing them in like a drug. Nobody can be pulled away, especially not Stiles.

He’s literally on the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees as the young man gazes up at (Y/n) with the biggest heart eyes anyone’s ever seen. The room seems to shift and move to the power of her tone, so strong it could rupture and tear the building apart. However, it doesn’t. It stays standing because she let’s it. Stiles doesn’t have a doubt in his mind that she can control whatever she wants with the confidence she emulates in her voice, the way she moves on stage entrances everyone on a holy level. When (Y/n) hums the last lyric, the room erupts in a chorus of claps. Stiles stands to his feet with a wide smile while Scott sits, coming to a realization when (Y/n) leaves the set. “I think we just found our siren..”

(I hope you guys liked it! Please comment below!)

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my-emotional-self · 7 years

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I Like You (Stiles x Reader)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Fluff, Swearing, Smut

Requested Dialogue: “Hold up, she said what?”

Requested By: @1dindaplace

The music was blaring through the house as people danced together, red solo cups in their hands. You could see Stiles from the corner of your eye, talking with Scott heatedly. Two years ago you moved to Beacon Hills with your mother, needing a fresh start. Soon, you became quick friends with Stiles, Lydia, Scott and Allison. They even told you all about the supernatural and since you had always been fascinated in that stuff, you were more excited than anything when they told you.

Stiles and you became really close, being the only non-supernatural ones of the group, besides Allison but she was technically a hunter. You were really good at digging around and finding information, so that is kind of what you did in the group, just like Stiles; that was how you came to start growing fast feelings for him. He was adorable to say the least, his one-liners were the best and you loved how he was just an overall dork.

You also knew he was madly in love with Lydia, but you couldn’t blame him or her. The two of them knew each other for years. Confiding in Lydia one night about your feelings for Stiles, she made sure to reassure you she did not feel that way about it. It gave you a little more confidence, but he just didn’t seem to get the hint.

Walking into the kitchen, you filled your cup up with more beer from the keg before going to find Lydia. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore Lyd” you yelled over the loud music. She quirked her perfectly manicured eyebrows at you, not quite understanding what you meant. “With Stiles. I just think I have to move on from pining over him. I feel like he’s never going to come around. Maybe I should just find a guy here at the party to get my mind off him.”

Lydia softened her face as she looked at you. “If that’s what you truly want Y/N. But I have a feeling Stiles will come around sooner or later” she said with a wink.

Letting out a huff, you took a large sip of your beer as you scanned the crowd, your eyes landing on Isaac.

“Well, if Stiles wants to take his time, then he can. Even though I’m in love with him, I have needs to!” you declared with a grin. Turning around, you walked into the living room where everyone was dancing and started dancing with Isaac.

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“Hey, where’s Y/N?” Scott asked Lydia as she made her way to where Stiles, Scott and Allison were standing along the wall.

“She went to dance. She said she was sick of waiting.” Lydia said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I mean, I don’t blame the girl one bit.”

“Sick of waiting for what?” Allison chimed in, a curious look on her face; Stiles was bobbing his head to the music, not even paying attention to the conversation.

“For this idiot to make a move” Lydia pointed to Stiles and he didn’t even see her. “Y/N is in love with him and she said she has needs, so she went to find Isaac.”

Stiles’ head whipped around so fast as it pounded into the wall; his hand immediately rubbing the spot he hit. “Hold up, she said what?”

Lydia all but rolled her eyes at Stiles, “She’s in love with you dummy. She’s sick of waiting around for you to make a move. Said she would find someone else to fuel her needs.”

In that moment, Stiles bolted from his spot, racing to find you. What you didn’t know, was that Stiles felt the same way towards you; all those late night detective work, and Star Wars movie marathons. He never thought he would find someone who liked all the same things he did, until you moved to town.

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Your hips swayed to the music, a smile plastered on your face. This was what you needed, to just forget about Stiles for a little while and let loose, having some fun. Isaac’s hands were wrapped around your hips as he stood behind you, grinding with you to the music.

You felt someone grab a hold of your hand and you opened your eyes to see who it was. Instantly, your breath hitched as you saw Stiles standing in front of you, his hand clasping yours. “Can we talk?” he shouted into your ear and you merely nodded at him.

Taking the initiative, you walked to your bedroom, Stiles closely behind you. Opening the door, you and Stiles entered your room before you hesitantly shut the door. Your heart was racing as you stood there, shifting from foot to foot.

Stiles took a deep breath of his own, opening his mouth and then closing it as you stared at him. “Look…..I just….and me….you know?” he rambled out not even forming any complete sentences which caused you to giggle. You loved it when Stiles got flustered; you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“Use your words Stiles” you softy told him.

He let out another sigh before he tried to speak again. “I heard what Lydia said, and, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being an idiot and not taking the hint that you liked me. To be honest, I have liked you for a long time now, and I didn’t think you felt the same way, but I guess you do which is great. Really great. Because I like you too. And I’m sorry. And….yeah.”

You felt your face begin to heat up as Stiles spoke, taking your lower lip between your lips. Your eyes were glued to the floor as you tried to control your breathing and you noticed Stiles’ feet were becoming closer to you.

Gently, he took your hand in his, using his other hand to lift your chin and meet his gaze. His eyes trailed from yours to your lips and you let go of your lip. In a flash, his lips were on yours, a surprised noise coming from your throat.

The kiss soon became heated as you walked him backwards towards your bed. Giving him a light push, he fell back as you got on top of him and straddled his waist as you continued to kiss him.

As fast as your hands could move, they started to undo his button and zipper; Stiles kicking them off in haste. He helped you undress rather fast and you were impressed with him to say the least.

Wrapping your hand around his shaft, Stiles groaned out into your neck as you felt his fingers trail down to your aching core. “Damn Y/N, you are so wet” he breathed out into your ear as you whimpered.

“Only for you Stiles” you mewled out; Stiles’ eyes going dark with lust at your words. Before you knew it, he had flipped you over as he hovered above you.

“Condom?” he rasped out as you pointed to your nightstand drawer. Stiles reached over and quickly opened the foil before rolling it over his cock.

He lined himself up at your entrance as his eyes lingered on yours. Nodding your head to let him know you were ready, he pushed in slowly; your moans of pleasure echoing in the dark room.

Stiles starting moving in and out of you and you felt so full with him inside of you. “Faster” you panted out and Stiles did as you asked, his pace quickened.

His lips were assaulting your neck and you knew there would be hickeys in the morning, but you didn’t have a care in the world about that right now.

“Are….are you close, cause fuck I’m close” Stiles asked as you felt his hips slow down a beat.

“Yes Stiles, don’t stop” you moaned out and Stiles picked his pace back up; his fingers going between your bodies to find you nub. “FUCK!” you screamed out in pleasure as your orgasm washed through your body; your toes curling and your nails digging into his back.

Stiles’ came soon behind you, your name mixed with curses leaving his mouth as he still inside you. The two of you lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms as you came down from your highs.

“That was worth me being an idiot, don’t you think?” Stiles asked with a smirk on his face.

You erupted into giggles, “Definitely worth it.”

You both got dressed quickly and headed back downstairs to join the others; your hands intertwined together.

“About damn time!” Lydia shrieked when she saw the two of you; your faces a glow with smiles.

#Stiles x Reader #stiles stilinski #Stiles Fanfic #Stiles Fanfiction #Teen Wolf Smut #Stiles Smut #Stiles Stilinski Smut

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moonlightfanfics · 7 years

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Countdown

A/N: When I started writing this it was not supposed to end up this way, I prefer it though lol

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Summary: Reader fell in love with Theo way before she knew who he really was, he has just come back and she realises that he can’t know about how she really feels about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.7K

For the longest time in what seemed forever there was no new threats, no fallouts or arguments. Beacon Hills was as normal as any other town. This caused the pack to do mundane things such as meet up at the mall or have movie nights. You guys actually felt like regular teenagers.

It was the third Friday in and it was the first time that everyone was there. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam, Hayden, Mason even Isaac made an appearance. Also, it was the first time that Theo showed up.

Before he was revealed to be ‘evil’ you had grown a strong crush on him, one could even say that you were in love with him. It almost killed you when you found out about him because you were so close. You had grown apart and you hadn’t held a decent conversation since.

You called bullshit the minute he reappeared, you were on the same page as Malia but what frustrated you even more about him was that he was the hottest guy you had ever seen. It didn’t help your case at all and you knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help it. It annoyed the fuck out of you so you distracted yourself by covering up the fact that you liked him with snide remarks.

You were all sat in Lydia’s front room, all engaging in different conversations. Stiles was bickering with Isaac as usual, whilst Malia laughed at the two. Scott was chatting with Liam and Mason, and Kira was busy on her phone. You were sat in between Lydia and Hayden, Theo was directly in front of you, you could feel his eyes on you and it made you squirm.

“Do you mind Theo? I could maybe concentrate more if you weren’t staring at me.” You said eventually, you had to make the situation like it always was - Theo thinking that you hate him.

You sort of did, he was smug, arrogant and God you just wanted to punch his face. Theo smirked slightly and shook his head.

“How would you know if I was staring at you if you weren’t looking at me?” You clenched your jaw and ignored him. Lydia spluttered behind you and you gave her a death glare.

“I’m literally going to lock you two in a room if you don’t sort yourselves out.” Lydia sassed.

“I would rather be in a room with Deucalion.” You scoffed.

“The tension between you two is sickening. You guys either need to fuck it out or hit each other.” If Lydia was a werewolf she would have heard your heart pound.

“I have no idea what you’re on about.” You played off.

“You’ll see.” Lydia winked knowingly. You screwed your eyes in suspicion. You had known Lydia all your life, her match maker tendencies often got the better of her.

“Lyds no.” You warned, she shrugged her shoulders and cleared her throat.

“Everyone listen, we’re gonna play a game. 7 minutes in heaven.” She immediately turned to look at you and you growled involuntarily. They all nodded and moved to sit on the floor. Lydia grabbed an empty beer bottle and placed it in the middle.

“Y/N do the honours.” She chirped. You flared your nostrils and span the bottle. You watched it spin and you willed for it not to be you. You sighed in relief when it landed on Stiles and then you let out a giggle when the other landed on Isaac.

Stiles and Isaac looked at each other in unison and both their faces went pale. Everyone erupted into laughter at how ironic the situation was.

“Come on Wolfie, let’s get it over with.” Stiles grumbled.

“If you go too far I’ll file a restraining order against you.” Isaac warned. Stiles flipped him off and followed Isaac into the small room.

Exactly seven minutes later, they came out the room looking hot and flustered, making you all laugh even more.

Two more rounds were played where it involved Kira and Malia which they seemed to enjoy, and Liam and Hayden which was boring because they were already dating.

“Okay snack break and then we’ll do one more last round.” Lydia announced.

Everyone scattered to get food or go to the toilet. You were hungry and if you were going to be doing any funny business you needed to do it on full stomach.

You’d be lying if you said that your stomach didn’t lurch each time the bottle span, dreading that it was going to land on you and Theo. You couldn’t decide whether you were glad or pissed.

“Aw what’s wrong babe? Mad that you haven’t had me yet?” Theo said, snapping you out of your daze.

It took a while for you to register what he had said because you were so lost in your thoughts about what you did or didn’t want to do to Theo Raeken. He was leaning on the kitchen door, his arms folded which only maximised his biceps and a smirk plastered on his face.

“Are you ever not smirking?” You eventually said, turning away from him and heading to the kitchen counter.

“Come on Y/N, you know me, this is my permanent face.” He answered smugly. You roll your eyes and return your attention back to finding some food.

“For your information Theo, I am not mad, I’m just hungry.” You decided to tell him even though you had no idea why you did.

“You’re a bad liar you know.” He said, suddenly close behind you making you jump a bit. You turned around and laughed, running a hand through your hair.

“Yeah well maybe you’re just a shit werewolf, maybe you’re not as good as you think you are.” You cocked an eyebrow, his face hardened and he stepped closer to you.

By now you could hear Lydia calling everyone back and you couldn’t even move. Theo’s gaze had you locked in place.

“Don’t push me Y/N.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Or what? You gonna wolf out? Can’t control yourself around me huh?” You teased.

“I wonder if you’re as loud in bed as you are everywhere else.” He growled.

You squealed and your body grew hot. You were lost for words and Theo knew this, he exhaled through his nostrils and smirked. He looked you up and down and left you standing there helplessly, going through what he said over and over again in your head.

“Shit.” You said to yourself. You left it a few seconds before leaving the kitchen, Lydia noticed how you and Theo practically left together and she grinned.

“Okay final round.” She said. You were still in a complete other world from what Theo had said to you, his eyes when he said it were full of an expression you had never seen before from him and it made you feel dizzy.

You vaguely heard the bottle spinning and rowdy noises when it stopped. You half-heartedly looked up and you felt sick to your stomach when you realised it was Theo.

You knew what was coming and you were pretty sure Lydia had planned it and soon enough the second spin landed on you. You sighed and clenched your fists. Without even looking you knew that Theo was smirking.

Lydia clapped her hands in excitement and nudged you to move. You finally glanced at Theo and he was biting his lip, sending you in a frenzy.

“I-I can’t do this.” You blurted, shakily standing up.

“Yes you can now go.” Lydia muttered quietly so no one could hear her. Of course, Theo did and he piped up.

“Don’t think you can handle me Y/N?” He grinned wickedly.

“I don’t think I can stay in a room with him without wanting to kick the shit out of him.” You growled. Theo pouted and Malia scoffed.

“Do it for the pack Y/N, go on!” Lydia commanded. You laughed at her and reluctantly walked towards the closet but not before saying.

“Just know when the seven minutes are up, I’m outta here.” Theo chuckled behind you sending shivers up your spine but you ignored it and opened the door.

The room wasn’t as small as you thought it would be, it fit you and Theo comfortably however it was small enough for you to smell his cologne.

“Bet you didn’t expect this.” Theo mumbled. You lent against the wall and lulled your head back.

“No, I didn’t.” You sighed, closing your eyes. Even though it was dark, you didn’t want to even look at Theo, otherwise your body would make up its mind for you.

“Are we gonna get this over with?” Theo said huskily, you gulped because he sounded like he had just woken up and that was your weakness.

“We don’t have to if we don’t want to.” You replied. Theo sighed and shuffled on the spot.

“You are literally so infuriating Y/N, are you really not going to do this cos’ you hate me that much?” He responded. You snapped open your eyes.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do Theo. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of ‘being with me’ just so you can run and tell all your followers about us.” You declared.

“I’m flattered but that’s not the reason Y/N, don’t forgot I know you and you couldn’t give a shit about what people think of you.” Theo insisted.

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” He replied quickly. “I think you know that once we do this, there’s no going back. You won’t be able to pretend you don’t like me anymore because I will be all you can think about.“

You scoffed and shook your head. "That’s not the reason Theo." He was getting dangerously close to the truth and you were starting to panic.

"You won’t be able lie to yourself anymore Y/N.” Theo growled. “You won’t have to loathe the darkest parts of yourself that like me despite all that I’ve done.”

Now you were having a full on anxiety attack, Theo was too reckless, too unpredictable - but you couldn’t deny it, he knew you. You could feel tears coming on and you saw Theo’s smile fade he began to say something but you ran out of the room.

He immediately followed you and he saw you grab your bag and keys and head for the door.

“Y/N wait!” He called, you ignored him and left the house.

“What did you do?” Lydia asked.

“Fuck.” Theo said scratching his head.

You made it home and wiped away your tears. You had no idea why Theo had gotten to you so easily, it was like he was inside your head, pulling out every thought you had ever had.

You took your time to go upstairs to your room as you were exhausted. You switched your light on and saw Theo sitting on the chair in the corner of your room. You screamed and dropped everything.

“Theo! Get out!” You could hear your blood rushing through your ears.

“No, not until you tell me what just happened.”

“I mean it Theo. Get. Out.” You seethed, Theo shook his head and stood up.

“Listen Y/N. I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

“Then get the fuck out.” You replied. You switched your bedside lamp on and turned the light off because it was too bright.

“I’m going to bed now so if you can just leave.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“No.”

“Jesus Christ Theo what do you want from me?” You cried.

“I just want you to be honest with me Y/N! Please, I need you to say how you really feel about me.”

“Fine. I hate that I trusted you, I hate that you put my friends in danger and I hate that I was so close to telling you how I really felt about you when you betrayed us.” By this point tears were streaming down your face and you furiously wiped them away.

“I see.” He mumbled.

“No, you don’t, because yes I cover our connection because I hate myself for the truth.” You panted. “So if you promise to leave me alone I will be honest with you.” Theo was nodding his head. “I like you Theo, a lot. I always have, as soon as you came to Beacon Hills. I was so sure you liked me back and it literally felt like you ripped out my heart when you did what you did. In spite of all that I still like you and I hate it.”

“Please let me explain Y/N.” Theo begged.

“No I’m not done. When Scott told me I didn’t believe him, I told him on the phone - 'I know him though and I know what he wouldn’t do to hurt me. Then you made me feel like it’s my fault because maybe if I noticed the signs…” You were crying now.

“It wasn’t your fault baby.” Theo added, walking closer to you. You shook your head and took a step back.

“But I was too caught up on you to realise, you had me wrapped around your finger and you used that, you used me Theo.” You were finished and you couldn’t believe you had just said all that out loud. Theo was silent but his eyes were filled with tears and you had to look away.

“I know you have no reason to believe me when I say this but I almost didn’t go through with it, but the dread doctors were too far gone. I tried to make them go away but they wouldn’t listen.” Theo pleaded. “I wanted a fresh start with you but they made me do it.”

“It was still you Theo.” You sobbed.

“I know but it was out of my control by that point. I had no control over myself it was like the need for power was so strong and I realise now that I don’t need that anymore, all I need is you.”

“It’s too late Theo.” You sniffed. “I went through so much pain, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get over that.”

“No Y/N, please. Try.” He strode over to you and cupped your face, he leant his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered so quietly but you heard it and you gasped and closed your eyes also.

You were silent and your heart was beating erratically. Just as the longing became unbearable he ducked his head down and firmly pressed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you lost yourself in Theo’s peppermint breath and soft lips. He placed one hand on your back and pulled you in, you willingly let him - your body moving in sync with his.

Your knees felt weak and you realised that the only thing keeping you up were his strong arms. Your brain was working in several different ways and you didn’t know how to stop it.

The warmth of Theo’s mouth sent a current through your body and you nearly moaned. God you loved him, you loved him so much.

And just like that the kiss was over and you were suddenly aware of your surroundings. You were panting and you felt dizzy. Theo helped you balance yourself, still keeping a firm grip on your back.

He reached up and stroked your hair out of your face. You smiled and looked down. He lifted your head up gently and only then you noticed how clear his eyes were.

“Don’t hide away from me Y/N, I won’t hurt you.” You nodded and gathered your thoughts. Theo wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. You felt like crying again so you did, Theo stroked your hair again and again until you calmed down.

“Do you regret it?” Theo asked after some time.

“No.” You sniffed. Theo let go of you and nodded.

“Do you want me to go?”

“What do you think?” Theo laughed and hugged you again, holding you tighter than usual. He couldn’t believe that he had been given a second chance but one thing he did know, he wasn’t going to blow it.

A/N: Again, this has been written for so long, like last September I just never got around to posting it.

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Been a while since I posted a fic, I’m still compiling more short stories, I had a few ideas come to me. It’s gonna take me a little while to get them done, especially since I got a new project to work on too.

Anyways, set after Captivate. (I’ve been wanting to do a little more after confession fics, since I did alot of befores)

Now that their feelings had been recognized, the pair are learning the boundaries of their budding relationship.

It was awkward, it wasn’t unpleasant, but things felt a little more awkward than it used to be - also a strange sense of comfort. These feelings came to be after their moment of recognizing their affections for one another.

It felt good that they were more welcome with being close, but it still felt weird because of that. Zack was so used to being a loner, and not showing a softer side of himself so casually. Ray seemed to draw it out with ease, even when he’s not thinking about it, while she herself had rarely felt what it was like to be loved, mostly appreciation and support when she was around Zack. That’s why it felt awkward, it was the opposite of what they were accustomed to. However, the comfort they felt was from the warmth and security the two felt when their new affections did show.

Kissing was still a very new thing to do as well, most times Zack would do it on his usual impulses, but it was Ray who often lead him into a softer and mutual meeting. When that did happen, Isaac felt himself wanting to melt. It felt incredibly good to press his lips against hers, savor a strange and new taste that sent his mind in a spin, and lightly breathe in her scent when they both needed the air. Ray seemed to fall under the same spell as well, her eyes often gave away her haziness, to which Zack often teased her about by asking if she was seeing imaginary snakes.

Ray knew this was a loving relationship, but it seemed strange to say they were boyfriend and girlfriend, Zack would think such titles were mushy. She did notice Zack would use words of possession here and there like ‘my’ or ‘mine’ when describing her, like he acknowledges the new change in their bond, but the proper words felt like a foreign language to speak. She didn’t mind after all, this was still so new to them.

As the days passed, the weather began to show signs of turning sour, dark clouds covered the skies and thunder began to crack through the air, the two had to find some sort of cover and quick. They were stuck in the alley with no signs of an alcove or even an abandoned building to break into, and they had to race against time before the storm covered them. Hidden within the labyrinth of the alleys, was a car, all smothered in dust and leaves, and with the tires obviously stripped from it – seemed good enough to camp in once the storm clears.

“Wait up Zack, let me check it out first,” Ray said as she brushed away dust from the window.

“No time, Ray. It’ll pour down any fuckin’ second!”

“Just be patient,” Ray retorted.

Zack huffed as he watched Ray glance inside the automobile, then back away with a nod to let him continue. Isaac pulled and arm back and slammed his elbow into the front window, feeling it shatter from the force, and reached to pull up the knob to unlock the door. Ray helped herself into the back of the car, quickly brushing out all the dust that had accumulated into the vehicle and vented fresh air inside. Soon, another loud crack of thunder rolled through the air, actually making Zack jump from how loud it was, he dropped his scythe and nudged it under the car as quick as he could.

“Lemme the fuck in!” he shouts.

“Alright, hop in, quick!”

Zack wasted no time climbing into the car and slamming the door shut with a sigh of relief, and within seconds, the rain began to pour loudly.

“…Fucking rain…” Zack grumbled, then glanced to Rachel, “Why’d you need to check this thing anyway? It’s obviously a piece of shit…not like we’re gonna try to drive off with it.”

“I know, I wanted to make sure the alarm wouldn’t go off when we broke in.”

She had a point.

“Brainiac…” he mumbled.

Ray quietly laughed, “Don’t you like that about me?”

Zack grumbled again, before reaching to pull his hoodie over his face – Rachel had affectionately taken to calling it his “turtle mode” when he got flustered or wanted to retreat from new feelings. Some things never changed, it was for the better anyway. Sure, things were a little different, but why should they change completely from this new shift in their bond? They still acted like every day was the same, however, it was being more open to new actions that made their situation different.

“Alright, Zack…you can stop hiding in your shell now,” Ray teased.

“Ugh…that turtle bullshit again?” Zack huffed. “Come on, ya’ gotta stop callin’ me cute shit…I’m the exact opposite of cute.”

Ray was feeling that playful type of behavior with him, she seemed to enjoy their small moments of play, even if it was just a little bit of rough housing, it was when Zack showed genuine and pure emotions. So, she tried to get him to cut loose more often, it did help him vent out aggression, while letting out his free spirit – or his inner kid, as she would tease.

“Try and make me,” she prodded.

She had a sly grin on her face, a look that easily goaded Zack into trying to pinch her cheeks or ruffle her hair into poofiness. As soon as he raised his hands up, Ray was already on the defense, and grasped at his hands trying to grab at her, the two uttered amused laughs at their attempts to fight or fend each other off, as the car lightly rocked on its suspension.

“Wipe that smug ass grin off your face,” Zack growled.

“Wipe yours off,” she retorts.

Soon, he covered Ray’s mouth as his attempt to both quiet her and cover her smile, she uttered a slight annoyed growl and tried to retaliate. Her own inner kid had a solution and she acted on it, but it was a terrible idea. Zack felt Ray, smack his hand away for a second, he raised a brow and saw Ray trying to spit something out or get something off her tongue.

“…Did you seriously just try to lick my hand?” Zack stoically asked.

“I was trying to get it off my mouth!” she shouted with embarrassment. “I wasn’t thinking about the bandages!”

Zack tried so hard to hold back a snicker, but it quickly slipped out before he erupted into laughter. His laughter continued for a good while until a flash of lightning blinded them, followed by loud cracks of thunder, Rachel quickly got up and wrapped herself tightly around Zack.

Isaac held her close in response, always remembering to be her sense of security when she felt scared about something, and even ran his fingers through her hair.

“Hey…we’re fine…we got something covering our heads,” he spoke softly.

“I know…the storm sounds really harsh, and it’s so loud,” Ray replied, then pouted, “…and it kinda ruined our fun.”

Zack snickered, “Who said we had to stop?”

Rachel did feel like continuing their carefree moment, but for the time being, she was liking being close to Zack a little more. Zack felt Ray snuggle against his chest as she leaned to get comfortable, which made his heart race.

“This is nice…” Ray spoke.

She complimented their position like this before, his arms wrapped delicately around her as he offered his strong body as a wall to protect her with. The first night together after their reunion.

“…It is nice…” Zack mumbled, “it’s warm…well…warmer…since yer’ not a tiny fuckin’ brat anymore.”

She was a growing woman, and he treated her as such now, though with his usual bluntness. She could tell the difference of his words between a compliment and teases. What he said now was a compliment, he had more of her to hold. Ray leaned up to look at Zack staring at his odd-colored eyes for a while before inching close to capture his lips, she felt him freeze for a second, before finally relaxing to make the feeling mutual. It’s obvious he was still trying to accept her affections without retreating.

The two were in a soft lip-lock for a short moment, before pulling away for some air. Now, Zack felt like he wanted to take the lead, placing a hand on her cheek to bring her back to him, and brought her to another kiss.

It was a strange thrill he felt when kissing her, it made his heart race with more adrenaline than chasing down someone to slice, and filled him with a sense of ease.

Zack still struggled with instincts though, if they screamed at him to do something, he’d do it with little thought of consequences. Right now, they yelled at him to drive the kiss deeper, parting Ray’s lips so he’d steal her taste.

Rachel flinched slightly from surprise, it was rare for them to bring it to this caliber, and when they did, her mind went in an uncontrollable spiral. Zack seemed to sense this vulnerability as his instinct screamed at him some more, making the man push his weight on her so Ray was laying on the backseat, with him on top of her. Slowly, he pulled away once more for air, they both had a dazed look on their faces as they stared each other down - if he was in his right state of mind right now, he’d ponder how he could weaken so easily over something so simple.

The rain, Ray’s expression, and his predatory nature clouded his mind. Ray’s heart was pounding just from how they were, but it began to thump hard in her chest the moment she felt Zack’s lips of her neck. She had stopped him once before, but with the sound of both the rain and the thunder, he couldn’t hear her try and snap him out of it. Zack’s instincts screamed at him to kiss her and to keep doing it. Kissing her neck felt so nice, her skin was soft, her scent drew him in, and he could feel her heartbeat under his lips.

There was that strange sensation again. Like before, when Zack found her neck, it made the pit of her stomach flutter and her body heat up. She quietly whimpered from the feeling as she tried to beckon Zack’s name again, only to fall on deaf ears.

“Zack…we…we need to slow it down…” she tried to speak.

The only reply she got back as his lips moving to her throat, kissing at her skin fairly harder this time. It almost pinched, feeling his mouth give her skin a slightly hard suck from such a hungry kiss. She had to snap him out of it, one way or another.

There were two options, try and let him off lightly, or the other method to which she’ll feel terrible about later.

“Zack…seriously…listen,” she beckoned.

Her hands found his shoulders, then began to try to push him off, but his arms surrounding her were firm. It wasn’t working, she wanted one more method before resorting to something harsher. She quickly moved her hand up and shoved it right in his face, startling him and made him back off from her.

“R-Ray? What the fuck?” he shouts.

Now, he’s back to his senses.

“Finally…” Rachel sighed.

“What did you do that for?” Zack groaned.

Ray lightly rubbed at her neck, still feeling the slight sting Zack’s kiss left on her skin, when she removed her hand, that’s when Zack noticed it.

“Sh-shit…did I hurt you?” he asked.

“It’s nothing serious, Zack…it’s not an injury or anything just…” she paused, her face becoming flushed.

“Just what?”

“It’s…a hickey…” she mumbled. “Um…a love mark.”

Zack’s mind went blank for a second, then felt his face beneath his wrappings start to burn, he even pushed himself off after realizing the position they were in. Realization in general began to hit him hard, he remembered Rachel’s previous warning the last time he got that way, and felt he had gotten far more overboard than before.

“Shit…fuck…god dammit,” Isaac began to mutter to himself.

“Zack? Hey, I’m not angry,” Ray said as she tried to bring a hand up.

“Ya’ should be, Ray…” Zack grumbled, “…I’m a guy that can’t control his own damn impulses. Shit, I don’t know how this works…if I kiss you, it’s fine, but if I do it too much, it’s not fine. It’s…confusing as fuck. I’m obviously not meant for this crap.”

He felt Ray lean her head against his shoulder to cheer him up, “This is still a new situation for us, Zack…no matter how many days pass. It takes time for us to find those boundaries and learn to avoid them until the time is right. That’s what I feel, at least.”

“…I don’t even know what boundaries are, Ray,” Zack stoically replied.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Isaac,” Ray said. Hearing his full name got his full attention, “…before we…you know…found each other, you seemed to be aware of your actions when we were close.”

Zack lightly bit at his lip as he thought about it, he would hold Ray close, but whenever he felt his instincts nag at him, he fought so damn hard to hold back from acting on them. Sneaking a forehead kiss or a peck on the cheek was enough to satisfy it, but now it screamed at him for more. They were more open to affections, but he didn’t know how much was too much.

He sighed to himself, “…You’re gonna have to show me, Ray. Being okay to do this shit kinda…throws me in a loop, I wanna hold back…but since you’re fine with us doing this shit, my dumbass brain tells me to do more, because it still might be okay.”

“I guess that’s the beauty of learning to build this relationship,” Rachel replied, “you’re not alone to feel this. I’m here with you too, and I’m also trying to figure things out…I guess I just have a better way of trying to explain this confusion.”

“Yeah, ya’ do…otherwise I’ll probably be punching a hole through the window of this car,” Zack replied. “That’s how I deal with confusing shit.”

“You’ll need to save that for when the storm passes, I’m sure you don’t want to be soaked,” Ray spoke with a giggle.

“Oh fuck no,” Zack quickly replied. “Ugh…good call…”

Rachel giggled again, “See? Things haven’t changed too much. It’s all about working together, and learning together.”

“I guess ya’ got a point…” Zack mumbled, then leaned against the car door.

Ray assumed that Zack wanted to lay down and get comfortable, she picked herself up and motioned for him to scoot down to cozy up in what little room they had. Isaac offered himself to be an area for Ray to rest on, feeling her snuggle up against him again as he kept her secured.

They remained quiet for a moment, until someone had to speak up.

“Hey, Ray…what would you call this?” Zack asked, “…the whole…’you and me’ thing.”

“Well, there is a word for it, a few actually, but a man like you would never want to say them,” Ray spoke, “…I guess if you want to be neutral about it…I’d say it’s ‘Us’…”

“Us, huh?”

“Yeah, just you and me…in our own little world,” Ray mumbled.

“…I like it,” Zack said. “…a lot.”

Rachel faintly blushed and had a small grin draw across her lips, she could tell that Zack wanted to say more, but he just wasn’t someone to express their deepest thoughts. His body language always did it for him, be it from the tone of his voice, his facial expressions, to even how he acted. Right now, all of it was saying that he doesn’t regret taking the next step in strengthening the bond they shared, and that he enjoyed having Ray at his side. Their relationship was still budding, but it was something the two of them still needed to work on, one step at a time.

Soon, the rain had ceased, and it was only a matter of time until the sun began to shine again. The pair sat up and slowly exited the car as they looked to the skies. All of the dark and violent clouds had left, all that remained were smaller, gray clouds that trailed behind it.

“I’ll be damned, looks like we can move on,” Zack prattled. “…maybe find a better spot to camp in besides the back of a car.”

“Yeah, I don’t think sleeping in there would’ve been too comfortable,” Ray agreed.

“You’d sleep like a fucking baby,” Zack teased as he knelt down to retrieve his scythe.

He wasn’t wrong, sleeping so close to him did give her a good rest.

Isaac shook off the water off the blade of his weapon, then glanced to the car.

“Right, now that the rain’s gone…I can finally smash the fucking window,” Zack said, then he glanced at Ray, “actually…you give it a go.”

He handed her the weapon as he gave her a mischievous smirk, followed by a wink. Zack was letting her have a moment of destructive fun. Rachel took the weapon and held onto it the best she could, then reeled back before giving it a good swing.

SMASH!

The glass shattered into oblivion, not even giving a simple moment of resistance, and Zack let out a proud laugh.

“Fuck yeah, that’s my girl, smash the fuck out of it!”

Rachel blushed from his words of possession yet again, then walked around to the front of the window and gave that one a crack too. With another loud smash, the glass shattered and spilled all over the dashboard, then she heard the man applaud at her quick handiwork.

“Niiice, I should get you to break shit more often,” Zack laughed.

Ray handed Zack back his weapon, only to feel him mess up her hair in approval.

“You’re such a good influence, Zack,” she jested.

“You love it,” he retorts, before leading the way.

Isaac may be destructive and blunt a majority of the time, but he had this other side to share with Rachel too, and only her. She did love his wild nature, but she also loved him. They’ve gotten to know one another so much better through the passing years, and supported each other when they needed it most. Even though it was built on a promise, how could their bond not grow from it?

Ray caught up with Zack and quickly caught his hand in hers as they traveled through the alley ways to where ever they felt they wanted their next destination to be.

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