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chainofclovers · 3 years

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Ted Lasso 2x10 thoughts

GOOD GOD.

“No Weddings and a Funeral” is like being hungover but also coming out of a hangover. Having a terrible cold but also feeling better and appreciating every breath that comes through your nose. Embarking on an organizational project and accidentally falling into a photo album and crying about the pictures and organizing almost nothing tangible but making a few things more clear in your brain.

So much of this episode is about the AWFUL POINTLESSNESS OF DECORUM. How loud is too loud when you’re drinking stolen wine and shrieking about sex in a church right before your father’s funeral? How should you feel--thirty years later, as an accommodating, anger-averse person--about having been too angry to attend the funeral for your father who killed himself? What expression should you make when you show up really late to a different funeral? Why must you wear uncomfortable shoes just because someone died? What happens in your mind between standing up to give a eulogy for a man you’re still angry with and choosing to Rick Roll your mom and everyone else as an act of complicated love, humiliatingly incomplete until someone else starts to sing? Should you worry about your therapist seeing your normally tidy flat in a full-on state of depression mess? Is it okay to be offended that your boyfriend is so uncomfortable about death that he can’t stop making morbid jokes? Should you care about other people caring that you’re crunching an apple in church or squealing with joy to be reunited with a friend you’ve not seen in awhile? Are you obligated to explain your behavior if your kid doesn’t understand how you could stay with someone unfaithful? How far behind the counter should you sink when your [undefined relationship person]’s mother has just let you know she can see your dick through your underwear? Is a funeral reception an okay place to find a hookup? Is a funeral reception a decent spot for a break-up? Is a funeral reception a good time for a love confession when you know the person you’re confessing to is happy with someone else? And who do you make eye contact with when you can’t look directly at the person asking you if you’re okay when there’s so, so much about you she doesn’t know yet? Even if--for this tiny little moment within a vast swath of many okay and not-okay moments--you’re honest when you tell her that you are?

I fucking adored this episode because it answers all these questions very simply: Show up. Show up for yourself. Show up for your friends. Try not to harm yourself. Try not to harm your friends.

I love that this episode is about the messiness of adulthood and the things we bring with us from childhood and that it takes place partially in Rebecca’s childhood bedroom, and in Ted’s childhood memories. Dwelling in those places (whether physically or mentally) isn’t an automatic recipe for regression, but it does get everyone closer to the things that made them who they are, to the unresolved and half-buried parts of them that still make them tick today.

Forever obsessed with every single detail about Rebecca’s childhood bedroom.

Forever obsessed with Deborah’s decision to Rick Roll herself every single morning of her life.

Forever obsessed with Rebecca’s decision to Rick Roll her father’s funeral as a way to not have to make up a single word about her father and to do something very vulnerable and kind for herself and her mother and everyone.

Forever obsessed with Ted’s decision to Rick Roll Rebecca Rick Rolling her father’s funeral.

Forever obsessed with an entire found family backing it up.

I love that it is Isaac’s leadership that ensures every single member of the team attends the service for Paul.

I am very, very interested in Jamie’s love confession to Keeley because I do think it will spark some reflection in Keeley but I do not think it’ll go the cliched love triangle route.

Each scene with Rebecca and Sam struck (for me, a human being sharing a subjective perspective on the internet) the tender-awkward-beautiful-stressful chord I was hoping it would. I think it’s wonderful that Sam is honest with Rebecca about how difficult it is to keep their relationship a secret, and I love that Rebecca has a million mostly-unarticulated reasons for why she’d much prefer the secret to continue. I like that Sassy, Keeley, and Nora respond to the revelation as friends; they might be tempering their judgments in part because they’ve all gathered to bury Rebecca’s dad, but I don’t think their reactions would’ve been that different even on a happier occasion.

While there are a million and one different reasons why a continued relationship between Rebecca and Sam could cause serious ethical problems, I really love that when people share big news on this show, the people who care about them generally react by trying to see why the person is doing what they’re doing. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t also hold each other accountable, but in my book it’s OK that Keeley’s first reaction was to feel happy that her friend is having some fun.

Also everyone has been making weird judgment calls this season, and this episode felt like a moment of real breakthroughs in terms of people telling the truth about things that happened to them and leaving themselves open to honest responses from others.

September 13, 1991. It’s so tenderly, beautifully, overwhelmingly meaningful that there’s still so much Ted and Rebecca don’t know about the things they have in common in these parallel lives they’re leading. The scene between Sarah Niles and Jason Sudeikis is so beautifully acted, and so is the scene between Hannah Waddingham and Harriet Walter. The way they intertwine to communicate that Ted and Rebecca basically lost the ability to trust their fathers simultaneously, from an ocean away? In the hands of lesser storytellers, it would feel too perfect a mirroring, but here it feels heartbreakingly imperfect. All the things they still don’t know. All the questions they try to ask each other. All the things they don’t dare ask yet. And then the storytellers are holding a candle up to all of it and letting the audience bask in the glow of this connection even if Ted and Rebecca can’t fully understand it yet.

I am so proud that Rebecca and Deborah were able to embark on the beginnings of a conversation about the ways Deborah and Paul’s relationship might have resembled or not resembled Rebecca and Rupert’s. It feels possible that they could get to a point where Rebecca truly internalizes her mother’s pride that she broke a cycle by leaving Rupert, and could maybe even understand why her mother made the choices she made. I love that in the final scene, they’re still relying on their old mother-daughter conversational patterns—the frustrations, the snippy shorthand, the passive-aggression. Mothers and daughters!

I am also proud that Ted—albeit via a joke about Sharon charging him for the house call—indicates that he understands the value of Sharon’s work. He’s changed a lot, all in realistic ways for someone who loves learning and really does want to meet people where they are and appreciate them. I’m very moved that instead of putting himself in a real harmful situation by showing up to the funeral on time at any cost, he did what he needed to do to take care of himself and accept care from someone else. And then Sharon’s suggestion that he think about things he loved about his father? And the way he’s able to share a positive memory of Rebecca’s own father at a time when she really needed it? Gosh.

Awkward, undecorous transition from 1991 to present-day incoming...but SASSY! She’s just, like, a whirling dervish of loyal friendship and not giving a fuck and penis size discussions and being casually, delightfully cruel to Rupert, who so deserves it. Rebecca was going on a real face journey when Sassy goes off with Ted at the end, and I’m sort of *eyes emoji* about all of that, but I continue to feel like Sassy is the most imperfectly wonderful friend-from-the-past kind of person and I love everything she and Nora get to do in this episode.

Keeley saying “That baby is whack” might be my favorite line in the episode? Maybe the whole show? Not really but really.

FUCK YOU, RUPERT. Bex and Diane, y’all are fine. And I truly feel for Nate...whatever scheme he’s getting suckered into. Whatever insecurity Rupert is preying on. I want Nate to go to therapy, too.

I feel like it was an unpopular opinion at the time, but I loved Rebecca’s 2x1 revelation about vulnerability and fear of getting hurt and needing to let someone love her. Sassy doesn’t always word things in the most nuanced way, but I think there’s a real possibility that she did ask Rebecca to really consider what it means to feel either safe or unsafe with a person but to know that in either circumstance, that person could end up causing her pain. Standing in that closet with Sam, managing to make it clear that she’s not asking for a break because she knows he will hurt her but because she has to figure out how to be with a wonderful person who could cause her pain...the growth, man. Makes me emotional.

I emerged from this episode feeling, of course, stunned by all the amazing parallels and revelations and beautiful acting and Rick Rolls and just, everything. I also emerged feeling sad/raw/tender because messiness and decorum and growth and coping mechanisms and death and dramatic irony and not knowing things about people and not knowing what you don’t know...it’s a sad, raw, tender place to be.

To quote a guy who got a whole sitcom (lol) named after him, life is real hard.

#ted lasso #ted lasso s2 spoilers #meta by me #ted lasso 2x10 #a lesbian watches ted lasso #lotta feelings in here y'all #cw suicide

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hepaidattention · 3 years

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denial

part 5

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

read part one, two, three and four here

Scott was shaking his head, his arms propped up on the lunch table with hands intertwined and placed in front of his chin. “I don’t know...” he looked deeply concerned, like he didn’t trust any plan that didn’t come from the mouth of Stiles. “Are you sure, Allison? ‘Cause it seems...”

“Genius? Brilliant?” she smirked, plopping a tater tot in her mouth with sass.

“I was going to say messy.”

“Scott, relax. It’s going to work.” Allison was sure it would. Lydia was the most jealous person she knew - there’s no way this wouldn’t.

Before Scott could voice more of his doubts, Lydia dropped into her chair with a huff. “God, I despise this school’s feeble attempt of a sustainable meal. I knew I should have packed my own.” Lydia grumbled. Neither Scott nor Allison answered though. They were just looking at her. Lydia felt uncomfortable under their insinuating stares so she looked over her shoulder, then over Scott’s head for a distraction. “Where’s Stiles?”

Allison was eating tater tots with a face that was purely devious. “Don’t know, haven’t seen him since class. Got any plans?”

Lydia’s head dragged back to meet Allison’s treacherous gaze. “No, I was just going to ask him how his test went.”

“Right, right,” Allison spun her fork between her fingers, the tot sitting on the ends of the four prongs. “What was his test on again?”

Lydia’s cheek smashed into her fist as her other hand used her fork to pick at the questionable food on her plate. “Uh, I think it was A&P,”

“Oh, well that’s great, Lydia - you know plenty about that subject, right?” Allison had a teasing tone, but even Scott found it slightly cruel. They could both tell where she was going with it. Lydia kicked her from under the table in, but Allison continued with, “Maybe you could help him study next time, you know, give him a few anatomy lessons of your own.”

Lydia threw a tater at her head. Allison dodged it. Lydia looked at Scott and he was avoiding all eye contact, so she knew that meant he knew now. If he didn’t, he’d just be looking at them like a deer in the headlights. “You told him?” Lydia hissed across the table.

Allison shook her head, trying everything not to laugh. “No, I promise I didn’t.”

“I- I sorta already knew,” Scott awkwardly scratched his chin, his voice timid and sweet. “Stiles told me, you know, when it happened.”

Lydia was trying not to shrink into her seat and cower. “You’re evil.” Lydia told the grinning Allison.

She shrugged, her eyebrows dancing as she ate the tater tot from her fork. “You know, you’re right, Lyds. I am being unfair. Obviously you’re just friends with Stiles, and I realized - I just want to see Stiles happy. I mean, don’t we all? He’s had a such rough year, and I think he deserves some happiness - so me and Scott think we should try to set him up with someone.”

Lydia’s face fell, her eyes unblinking. “You... want to set up Stiles...Stilinski?”

“Yup, kind of the only Stiles we know,” she nodded enthusiastically. “At first I clearly had you in mind, but once you said how you’d be happy to see him with someone else I realized you really were just friends and I’m not going to push something that’s not meant to be. Now, now I’m thinking about Ginny Green. She looked really into him, and I mean she’s super sweet.”

“And hot,” Scott meekly added, still feeling morally wrong in this plan. Also morally wrong in subjecting people, so he added, “But more importantly, she’s sweet.”

“Yes, so true,” Allison gestured towards Scott and dramatically dropped her arms to the table. “So hot. What do you think, Lydia? I mean, obviously you know Stiles way better than I do, so we really need your help in this whole thing.”

Lydia pursed her lips, her cheek still resting on her fist like she was bored with this conversation. “I think you’re full of bullshit.”

Allison scrunched up her nose, her eyes squinting with it. “Tell that to Ginny Green.” She pointed behind her.

Lydia whipped around, seeing Ginny making her way to the table with a tray of food. Lydia looked back at Allison in horror. “You didn’t.”

Allison was waving at her, her face appearing innocent and friendly. However, the look Allison gave Lydia was nothing but conniving and wicked. “Why? Do you think someone else would be a better fit?”

Lydia gave up on Allison. She looked at Scott for help, but he just ducked his head and pretended he had been eating this whole time. Ginny sat down beside Allison, and Lydia wanted to punch her right of her seat. God, Lydia hated Ginny Green. No, it wasn’t because she liked Stiles either. Ginny Green had been more of a bitch than Lydia herself since 2nd grade. Everyone knew her as sweet Ginny but Lydia could smell a bitch a mile away. It was always the bitches who pretended to be nice that made her skin crawl. At least own up to it, god.

“Hey everyone,” Ginny gave a sickly sweet smile that made Lydia was to puke.

“Hey Ginny,” Scott was genuine, it hurt Lydia’s heart just how genuine and nice that boy was.

Ginny grinned and looked at Lydia. “Hey Lydia,” The stink eye she gave her, with the pursed lips and carping glare she bestowed, it was enough for Lydia to just leave the table. However, Stiles just then flopped in his chair beside her before she could make a move to leave. Now she couldn’t leave, then Allison would be proving her point, as well as trying to set up loyal, unwavering-love Stiles with the Wicked Witch of the East. Stiles was not about to become one of her flying monkeys - not if she had anything to do with it.

“Hey,” he said just to her. It was quiet and warm, and he meant it for Lydia and Lydia alone as he smiled at her with her golden honey eyes.

“Hey back,” she felt her nerves calm some. Stiles said hi to everyone else at the table, but mostly to the new guest. He was enthused to speak to someone new, so engrossed into a conversation about things that weren’t supernatural for once, that Stiles failed to notice the not very subtle hints of flirting Ginny kept offering to him. Stiles never reciprocated, he was too oblivious for it. But he never once stopped talking - Ginny knew all the right questions to ask. Almost as if someone, and by someone she meant Scott and Allison, had given her a Stiles 101 guide book beforehand.

At one point, Lydia wasn’t entirely sure when, Kira and Isaac joined the table. Kira and Scott were quiet and she thinks flirting, its hard to tell with them. They’re both so awkward sometimes. Isaac didn’t say much, he just listened to Ginny and Stiles blab while he held Allison’s hand under the table.

Lydia had said nothing, not even once. She didn’t want to interrupt, Stiles clearly was enjoying himself, but she also was very quiet due to her growing hate for Ginny Green. Not to mention a new found hate for a certain Allison Argent’s antics. Not Allison herself, she could never, but her devotion to making her life a living hell was becoming a new found loathing for her.

Much to her surprise, when the conversation transferred from Ginny and Stiles to Ginny and Kira for a moment, Lydia felt a hand reach in her lab and grab her hand. Lydia looked down, Stiles’ fingers entangling with hers. She looked up to meet his eyes, wondering what on earth he was doing, when she realized he was silently asking her if she was okay. There was a flutter in her chest, squeezing his hand and forcing a smile up at him. That seemed to satisfy Stiles, but he didn’t let go of her hand. They were holding hands under the table, and she didn’t want to let go. The thing was, it was obvious, too. The way Stiles’ arm had to angle, anyone at the table who had eyes could tell his hand was in her lap. Lydia wasn’t sure if maybe she too was a little evil, because she couldn’t make herself let go, despite the gaze of Ginny Green looking between them with a flicker of sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Stiles was clueless too, using his free hand to eat his lunch as he continued to talk about whatever their conversation had headed to now.

His hand stayed there for a couple minutes, Lydia appreciating his tender concern and the feel of his hand in hers too much to make them separate. It wasn’t until Lydia felt like she was being stared at that her grasp loosened. She looked over at Allison (across from her), and Scott (who sat at the end), both watching them with smug expressions. This immediately made Lydia snap her hand away from his and suddenly stand up at the lunch table, excusing herself abruptly.

Allison was happy with the outcome, but Scott was not. Scott looked guilty, Stiles looked confused, Ginny looked pleased, and Isaac and Kira just shrugged it off as moody Lydia.

“... You know what I mean?” Ginny said, talking to Stiles. His mind, however, was a little preoccupied with watching Lydia storm out of the cafeteria. “Stiles?” Ginny questioned, but everyone knew that he was a goner. A few seconds later he got up, without excuse, and followed Lydia's trail.

Ginny looked insulted. “What’s their deal?”

“They’re like in love or something,” Isaac informed, before anyone else could interject. Once everyone made it blatantly obvious that was the wrong answer, Isaac tried to laugh it off with a, “Uh, hell, like I know, right? Ha, they’re uh... I’m sure they’ll be right back.”

The table went silent. Ginny, without another word, stood up and left the table (leaving her untouched food for them to deal with).

Scott let out a chest rattling sigh. “Are you happy now?” he said to Allison, his face in the palm of his hands.

“Yes, perfectly.” Allison shimmied her shoulders and popped another tater tot in her mouth in enjoyment of her success. “It’s all going just as I planned.”

read part 6 here

#stydia fic #stydia #teen wolf fanfiction #denial stydia series #my stories #my stydia fics

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ikevamp-shrine · 4 years

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It’s a match up baby

Hi there love! I just say your post saying u do matchupz 😱😱❤❤❤ i got so excited so now im here requesting one❤🌈🔥hope u dont mind🥰 okay so... ❤🥰 i am a aries, infp, Hufflepuff female 🦊 i am shy and difficult to get to know (apparently it took me 2 months to start opening up to my friends, ooops), i tend to bottle up my emotions, my friends would likely describe me as incredibly stubborn, gentle, kind, over dramatic, goofy and fun loving. Okay ima do this in 3 asks hope ya dont mind❤ 1/3... ❤🥰 I am pretty aloof and blunt, i like i will 9/10 times tell you to your face how if feel about you if you ask 🙈once u are part of my inner circle i am playful, teasing, i am an extremely sarcastic person that makes snarky remarks under my breath and my kind of humor is a bit of dark and self deprecating. I will definitely be the person making jokes at inappropriate times and something about inappropriate things (its one of my coping mechanisms) 😂 2/3... I love my friends and family and will fight anyone how threatens them, although when it comes to me you can do or say anything to me and i wont do anything (I honestly cant stand up for myself). I swear like a sailor although i am trying to get that under control, however the road rage is real. I tend to blush easily which i hate 🙈 I am very go with the flow, and i never burn my bridges 🙈 i am very forgive and forget🦊, okay one more 3/3 + one more🔥🙌sorry if this is TMI...I enjoy my own alone time and i definitely dont like crowds and loud sounds (ie you will never find me in a club) i love cuddles although i look like someone that wouldn’t. Ive been told i come across as calm and confident, while in truth on the inside i am really scared and insecure. I am incredibly awkward when it comes to boys and have been told my sarcastic comments are x100 when i talk to them (oops).🙈 Thanx so much dear ❤ Sorry if this is TMI🔥Cant wait to see who i get matched with 🌈🎀

Thank you for requesting @nad-zeta . I hope you enjoy and have a good rest of your day.

I MATCH YOU WITH...

Napoleon Bonaparte

Charming people and getting them to open up is one of his things he does ya know? So your difficulty in getting to know is no problem to him

Napoleon is also a very patient man so you being shy does not effect him since he is used to it from being around Isaac

He honestly finds it absolutely adorable

He would understand bottling up your emotions since he is so used to putting others before himself (including other’s emotions before his own) but he would do every trick in the book to get you to slowly open up to him and to get you to talk about your emotions, wants, and needs

He would find your stubbornness incredibly sexy as he loves a challenge from time to time you would keep him on his toes

Your gentleness and kindness would always bring a tender smile to his face and make his eyes soften with adoration

He would roll his eyes at your goofy, fun loving, and over dramatic side but would ten out of ten join you in your antics then tackle you to the ground all while having one of his famed laughing fits

He can’t help but feel pride well up in him at your bluntness and confidence when you tell someone how it is but at the same time would inch closer just- and only just- incase you need him

Napoleon can’t help but to get turned on by your teasing but if you go too far he will quickly turn it around on you and leave you like a puddle of goo

He always snickers at your sarcastic and snarky comments unless they are directed towards then he will once more leave you breathless and begging for more

The first time you made a self deprecating joke... he was a little taken back- why was such a strong, beautiful, amazing woman joking about herself in a self deprecating way?

He figured out after a little that your way of joking was unique and soon found humor in it himself- though he will always kiss you hard and tell you how perfect you are if he feels as if you start believing the jokes you say about yourself

Napoleon finds your badly timed inappropriate jokes endearing though he will still give you “the look” as if telling you not right now even if he is laughing hysterically on the inside

When I tell you this man would be head over heals in love with you when he seeing your protectiveness I mean it

The first time he sees your protective side he feels as if the whole floor falls out from under him because how is this woman so perfect? Like damn girl get you some. Go off hun- he finds it extremely hot.

Don’t expect to walk the next day lol

he finds your inability to stand up for yourself confusing (since you’re so quick to protect others) but won’t question it cause you won’t need to defend yourself... after all he will protect you with everything he has

He would absolutely make you put a quarter in the swear jaw each time you say a naughty word though he would see how hard you work to keep your mouth under control so he would go easy on you time to time

You blush easily? He is going to use that to his advantage (after all he thinks your blush is so cute so he loves seeing it)

He would appreciate your go-with-the-flow approach to things and your ability to forgive and forget so easily

He would respect your alone time aka leave you alone when you wanted him to- no questions asked

Dislike crowds but you both need to go out in public? You better believe this man already made a map of the least populated streets in the city and if you had to go in a bigger crowd he would snake his arm around you and put on his most imitating expression to make people part like the red sea around you both

He doesn’t like loud noises either- war and all- so when there happens to be a thunder storm, a holiday that people have fireworks with, or if it’s just too loud in the mansion that day he would pick you up, carry you to his room, and snuggle in the bed with a blanket over both of your heads to try and block out the sound

He will even cover your ears with his hands if the sounds get too much for you

He knows everyone has insecurities and fears, and that it’s normal, and he can’t just kiss them away or say a few pretty words and they will disappear, he knows that, but he would want nothing more than for you to feel good about yourself and for all your fears to disappear all at once

He would see himself in you when you showed your calm and confident side (remember children confidence is sexy- and if you're not confident fake it until you make it)

he would have to hold himself back or he would end up jumping you and taking you were you stood

Napoleon would also keep you so busy- inside the bedroom and out- that you wouldn’t have time to feel or be awkward, but if you happen to be at anytime he can’t help but pat your head at how adorable you are

Other Matches:...

Leonardo da Vinci

You two would definitely have your ups and downs but he would always respect your space. He would find your protectiveness attractive and wouldn’t make you open up to him- instead he would wait until you were ready to talk. You would probably find his clutter and sleep schedule annoying but would get over it or learn to work around it. His flirty side would defiantly frustrate you (mainly because you wouldn't stop blushing while you were around him). You two would butt heads with when it comes to stubbornness but Leonardo would find your persistence sexy. He doesn't mind your not so PG mouth.

He would join in on making self depreciating jokes, so both of you would end up spending a long time just going back and forth absolutely roasting each other/ yourselves. He would encourage you to stand up for yourself but will always be there when you need him. You want to cuddle? This personal heater is yours for only the small price of a kiss. And cue the awkward, blushing mess Leonardo fell in love with.

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maraudereestauderelb · 7 years

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Our future...

An Isaac Lahey Imagine (soft smut)

Imagine you've been in a relationship with Isaac but fell in love with somebody else and then you meet again years later...

“I swear to God, I don’t know what was going on in those twins’ heads! I mean…when one of them told me…they had a thing for…you…know some games in bed”, Derek kept on talking awkwardly smiling while Y/N and Isaac were already lying on the couch crying of laughter. “But how the hell was I supposed to know they’ve been talking about me as their… I dunno…sex slave?!” “I can’t believe this really happened!”, Y/N whipped a tear away. “Oh believe me, it did”, Isaac assured her. “Yeah! Before I could react in any kind of way one of them enthralled me to the bedpost with a tie! Could the both of you please stop laughing!”, he screamed smiling himself. “Don’t you dare act like you didn’t like it, Derek! I know you!”, Y/N pointed at him holding her belly. “That wasn’t the question! You asked about my most fucked-up-experience!” “And I’ll never ask again!” “Those freaky bitches always had a thing for me! Isaac always ended up with the cute ones!” The laughter died. Only Derek giggled one more time: “Woops.”

The three of them found themselves hanging out together more and more often. But even though they usually had fun together it was still weird from time to time…

“Don’t mind”, Y/N forced herself to smile and sipped at her whine avoiding to look at her ex-boyfriend: “I bet, Isaac isn’t a saint after all.” “Oh, Merlin, neither are you, sweetheart! You’ve been in a relationship with Alexander Miller!”

Within seconds Derek found himself caught between to people that desperately wanted to kill him. “I guess, I had enough”, he sighed in the awkward silence: “I’ll call it a night…” He stood up from Isaacs couch and walked to the fireplace. “I’ll go too then”, Y/N added when she tried to get control over her thoughts again. Why did he say that! Anything else! But this?!

“No...no…”, Derek shook his head: “Why should you two, beauties, end this night so early, I bet you still got plenty to talk about”, and with these words he almost ran out of the room before anybody could say anything else. “Wow, the last time he escaped this fast was when we went to a double-blind date together and his girl turned out to weigh about 220 pounds…”, Isaac commented so dry Y/N laughed again and the awkwardness was gone again.

“Oh and by the way…your apartment is stunning!”, the Y/H/C-haired gushed as she looked around herself at the open plan living room/kitchen/dining room again. Isaac’s apartment was located in a huge, modern building in the nearest big city to Beacon Hills, the view was amazing. Everything looked so aesthetic. “Really? Hasn’t got much personality, has it?” “It’s clean and practical”, she shrugged smiling: “That’s your personality. Uncomplicated.” “Thank you…I guess”, he smiled: “I’d give you guidance around it but the only rooms left are my bedroom and two bathrooms”, he shrugged. “You’ve got two bathrooms?!”, her mouth swung open: “You don’t even need two!”, she gently pushed his shoulder: “And I don’t even have a bed!” “You get what you deserve”, he smirked before he had a sip of whine. “Ha. Ha.”

“I’m joking obviously! I bet you could have better! You’ve got a great job!” “But no motivation to move again!” “Oh you poor little girl”, the he joked and Y/N’s heart made a quick jump by the sound of his laugh. Merlin, who was she trying to convince here? She still had feeling for him! She already knew it when she had seen him in the café a few months ago… And she missed being close to someone. No, not just someone. Him.

Shyly she smiled at him and avoided to look directly into his blue eyes. What am I doing here? She looked down at her shaking hands and put the glass of whine on the coffee table, when in her movement their knees touched completely naturally.

The girl sighed when she stood up and walked to the huge windows and looked down to the street. She wrapped her hands around herself questioning the life she was living.

It took him some time but he finally followed her and when he stood directly behind her he placed his hands on her shoulders consoling. She felt his touch and the warmth he rayed. Her entire body seemed to relax under his small touch and she closed her eyes inhaling his sent when she leaned back to his chest.

“By the way”, she suddenly whispered and a soft smile appeared on her lips: “I missed you.” “Really?” “And the thought of you never returning scared the hell out of me…” “And I thought you were glad to not have me around any longer.” “Isaac…you meant so much to me, how on earth could I ever think like that?”, she asked curiously and turned her head in his direction as she opened her eyes a bit. “I don’t know…”, he whispered with a scratchy voice before he leaned down, his lips gently touching hers. Their eyes slid close when she shivered under the familiar feeling of their lips parting and his tough tender billing hers. She twined her fingers behind his neck pulling him closer as they shared their breaths. This was all she was secretly hoping for over the last months.

But he pulled away way too soon. She looked at him surprised, crestfallen almost devastated when she saw his facial expression. “What’s wrong?”, her voice trembled with fear. “I shouldn’t have done that…”, he steered clear of her gaze. “Yes, you should have…Isaac…” He escaped her touch and starred at her: “What are we even doing here? We’re making fools of ourselves!” “What? Why?”, her legs started shaking. “Because we both know if you could have him you wouldn’t be here!”

She stopped breathing for a brief moment unable to say anything. “You have absolutely no idea how I felt when told you’d break up with you because I felt you loved him more than me! And the whole time I was hoping you’d tell me I was wrong! But you didn’t. You chose him over me!” “Isaac…I never wanted to hurt you!”, she felt how her vision got blurry. “Don’t waste your breath!” “But I love you, Isaac!”, Y/N suddenly shouted taken by surprise by her very own words. “No, you don’t.” “I do! And I know you love me to, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened!” “Maybe. Maybe I really do! But maybe this time you’re the one who has to learn that sometimes this isn’t enough…”, he looked hurt more than she had ever seen him before and it was killing her to know it was her fault.

“So you’d rather see both of us sad to teach me a lesson than to leave the past behind and move on happily?” “It might be easy for you to move on from our past, because I never put you through the pain you put me through!” “Isaac, I love you!”, she shouted once again: “I always did! You’ve been my first love…” “But obviously not your last…Y/N, don’t you understand you’re only here and want me back because you can’t have him?!” “And don’t you understand that this doesn’t matter anymore! I love you and it’s killing me to know all you see when you look at me are the sad parts of our past…when all I see when I look at you is my future… our future …”

He starred at her shocked, so shocked he didn’t back off when she moved closer and placed her hands on his chest. She felt his fast heartbeat underneath her fingertips. “I know I made mistakes, I know I’m completely messed up after all that happened, but whenever I’m with you, is the only time when I can picture myself happy again in the future. You’re standing by my side, watching me at every step… With you I’m embracing feelings I never thought to have ever again! But you…you’re my haven… And I want to give all of me to you. I want you.”

She was crying when he locked their lips once more. Her whole body was shaken by her feelings and she wrapped her arms around his neck like she was drowning. He pulled her against him, thinking that he could never ever get her close enough. He’d keep her warm, he’d keep her safe, he’d keep her, this time and forever. Her fingers gripped his hair and her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest while a soft moan escaped his lips when he lifted her from the ground and she twined her legs around his hips. He pushed her back against the big window and kissed her like he never did before. All gentleness and carefulness were gone and gave way to pure desire and craving.

Her shaking hands started to unbutton his shirt and pushed it over his strong shoulders. And even though both didn’t really understand what was happening he carried her to her bedroom, unable to wait any longer. He’s been waiting so long, too long. He needed her, he wanted her now.

They’re lips separated again when Isaac pushed her back against the doorframe to his bedroom. Their breaths were unsteady and choppy by the time that Y/N slid onto her own feet again and turned his back into his direction. He understood immediately and opened the sipper of her black dress. He lead it slip of her shoulders before he started kissing and licking her shoulder. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. A choked moan escaped her lips when he gently bit the soft skin. Merlin, this is too good to be true.

She grinned at the time when she escaped his arms, which were wrapped around her naked hips, and walked to his bed. Alluring she laid down on the bed and gave him an inviting glimpse. “You have no idea, how often I dreamed of this…”, he soughed when he looked at the young woman relishing every moment. He climbed on top her and she smoothed her fingertips along his jawline to his lips. “It’s not a dream…”

Their lips clashed back together both in great needs of each other. She whispered his name like a prayer at the moment when he started to move hips lips further and further down.

After all this time with him touching her like this she finally felt happy again. She felt the seven letters on her wrist vibrating but for the first time in forever she didn’t want to remember. Her future was what counted now. And this man, Isaac, was her future.

He kissed her inner thighs before he pulled down her panties and came up to her again. “I love you so much!”, she sighed between two rushed and uncontrolled kisses. He shoved his pants down, eliminating the last barrier between them.

“I love you too”, he whispered his forehead leaned against hers when he finally pressed inside her. “Gods almighty”, Y/N almost screamed biting her lip at the sound of Isaac’s uncontrolled moan. I never want this to end…

They’re bodies were as close as possible and fitted perfectly into each other, like this was right where they were supposed to be, now and forever. The redemptive passion kept on rising between them as they were making love in a way they had never done before, until it was over…

Isaac carefully slit out of her and rolled next to her. Their breaths were unsteady and yet sounded satisfied and happy. Y/N faced him with a smile on her lips and her heart was still pounding so fast she could easily feel it. She leaned down to him and placed sweet kisses on his chest before she cuddled into it. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close while he used is other hand to cover their bodies with a blanket.

“I don’t even deserve you!”, Y/N sighed so he gently kissed her hairline und mumbled: “Yes, you do…just promise me to never leave me again.” “Believe me”, she looked him deeply into his blue eyes: “I promise”, before she locked their lips for the last time in this night.

By Selina Masterlist

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