Hosie~ One Shots

A Dare To Remember

Josie Saltzman and Hope Mikaelson had never seen eye to eye. It wasn't just that Hope was arrogant and frustratingly good at everything, or that Josie was too smart for her own good and had a way of getting under Hope's skin. It was that every time they were in the same room, they fought like their lives depended on it.

So, when Lizzie—tired of their endless bickering—smirked at Josie during lunch and said, "Bet you wouldn't dare kiss Hope at the party on Friday," Josie's pride wouldn't let her back down.

"Fine," she said, lifting her chin. "You're on."

She didn't expect Lizzie's smirk to widen into something truly devious. "Oh, this is going to be so entertaining."

Friday night came faster than Josie would have liked. The Salvatore School's grand hall was decked out in fairy lights and pulsing with music, students laughing and dancing under the glow. Josie nursed a drink, pretending not to be scanning the crowd for fiery red hair and an attitude problem.

Then she saw her—Hope, leaning against a column, looking effortlessly stunning in black, arms crossed as she surveyed the party with that signature smirk Josie so badly wanted to wipe off her face. Well, this was her chance.

Summoning every ounce of bravado, Josie walked up, stopping just close enough for Hope to notice her presence. The moment their eyes met, Hope raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, Saltzman?"

Josie didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed Hope by the collar of her leather jacket, pulled her in, and kissed her.

It was supposed to be quick. Just long enough to win the bet and leave Hope stunned. But the second their lips met, something changed. Hope stiffened for half a second—then she melted, one hand slipping to Josie's waist, the other curling into her hair. Josie's pulse pounded as warmth spread through her chest, drowning out the music, the party, the world. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a firestorm.

When they finally pulled apart, Josie's breath was uneven, her heart racing. Hope looked just as affected, blue eyes darker, lips slightly parted. For the first time, there was no snark, no challenge—just something raw and real hanging between them.

"Wow," Hope murmured. Then, her smirk returned. "Didn't know you had it in you, Saltzman."

Josie swallowed, forcing herself to regain control. "Yeah, well... I like to keep you on your toes."

Hope tilted her head, amusement flickering across her face. "So, was that just to prove a point?"

Josie hesitated. It was a bet. But lying felt impossible with the way Hope was looking at her.

"...No," she admitted softly.

Hope's smirk softened into something almost affectionate. "Good."

Before Josie could respond, Hope leaned in again, this time pressing a slower, deliberate kiss against her lips, leaving no room for doubt.

Lizzie, watching from across the room, groaned and handed MG a twenty-dollar bill. "Unbelievable."