never beg anyone

Listen to me

Negan x reader 

Words count : 2,093 

Warnings : Negan language, smut, NSFW, Y/N. 

Fandom : The Walking Dead 

You were a new member of the Saviors. You’ve been on your own for about a month after you lost the members of your group. You came across members of the Saviors who got you back to their place, the Sanctuary. You’ve met Negan and he, obviously wanted to make you one of his wives, but you said no. He wouldn’t give up that easily.

Originally posted by marythenurse



You woke up this morning, kind of tired after yesterday’s run. You lazily got up, got some random clothes on, it wouldn’t matter that long since you were going to take a shower. You took some clean clothes, and some underwear Negan got you. You told him that you wouldn’t become one of his wives but he kept on trying. And even though you would never become one, feeling desired again felt kind of good. You headed outside your room, walking down the corridor when suddenly you felt someone holding your wrist tight enough to make your hand turn red. There he was, Negan. “Ouch, you’re hurting me !” you screamed, causing him to hold you tighter. “oh, you have no fucking idea how fucking hard it’s been for me. Seeing you walking this fine ass around, flirting with those pricks when you can have, ME.” he said as he leaned over you, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. 

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Believe It or Not. Part 17.

Summary: shit goes down

Suggested song: “Verbatim” by Blackbear

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(Based off 2x05 “Venomous”)


Jackson was lifting weights in the boys’ locker room with Danny after school, both just minding their own business and training for the next lacrosse game.

Time became a blur, because once Jackson was able to comprehend he was being kidnapped it was already too late, Erica was dragging him god knows where and he wasn’t strong enough to stop her.

All of the sudden he was being dragged down a flight of stairs and into a basement. The cold, concrete material tearing holes in his shirt as Erica and Isaac held him on his knees. Jackson looked up into the eyes of Derek Hale.

“What happened to you on the night of the full moon?” Derek asked with a smirk, placing medical gloves over his hands.

“What? Nothing. Nothing happened.” Jackson answered quickly, Isaac’s hand gripping his shoulder tighter and tighter every word he spoke.

Derek stood up, making Jackson nervous by the way he was staring into his eyes.

“You’re lying.”

“No wait. No wait, I can, I can- I can prove it. I taped myself.” Jackson panicked.

“You taped yourself?” Isaac laughed mockingly.

“Yes. It was the full moon. And maybe while you were curled in the corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so - called gift your big, bad Alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing. You want proof? Let me get the video.”

“No,” Derek smiled placing a piece of cut glass between his fingers, “no, I have a better idea.”

“What is that?” Jackson’s eyes grew wide as Derek took slow, menacing steps towards him with the sharp piece of glass.

“You know Jackson, you’ve always been kind of a snake- and everyone knows a snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom.”

Jackson had no choice as the loyal betas dug their fingers in his mouth to keep it open. Derek forced the tip of the glass into Jackson’s mouth, letting a sample of the venom he stole from the animal he encountered the other night slide on the boy’s tongue.

“You’re still a snake Jackson, just not the one we’re looking for.” Derek stood up and walked away as Jackson’s body fell to the ground, paralyzed.

Unable to move, Jackson just got to watch as Isaac bent down to look into his eyes.

“You’re still going to have to do one thing for us. Well, actually, for me.”

Time seemed to be moving extremely slow as Y/n walked through the hallways of Beacon Hills this morning. Coffee in hand, she wandered the halls with her head down watching her feet drag across the ground.

To say she didn’t get enough sleep would be an understatement. She wasn’t just not sleeping, she would cry and cry until she finally drifted off under the covers. Only to jerk awake gasping for air, reliving either her conversation with Stiles in the jeep or any time she’s had to run for her life due to the supernatural.

Seeing him today would kill her, she hadn’t heard one word from him, and she knew it was because he had nothing to say to her. Around the others y/n knew they were both going to have to suck it up and act okay, and she wasn’t prepared for that.

Y/n walked into class and approached her usual seat diagonal from where Scott usually sat. Only to be met with the last person she expected to see sitting there, Isaac Lahey.

“This is my seat jackass, move.” She motioned to the side with her hands, annoyance written all over her face.

He laughed at her, glancing down towards his hand as he made his claws replace his fingernails. “Yeah, I think I’ll stay.”

He peered up at her face to see exactly what he wanted to see, defeat.

Rolling her eyes, y/n took the seat behind him. She glanced over at Scott and gave him a questioning look with her eyes, to which he just shrugged.

Two seconds later, Stiles ran into the room and crashed in the seat behind Scott.

“Dude, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I’ve got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news.”

“I think we already know.” And that’s when Stiles eyes landed on Isaac.

Y/n unenthusiastically made her way to her next class after the most uncomfortable experience of her life in the last one. Dreading the rest of the day knowing that she’ll have to encounter one more class period with Isaac before the day is over and she can go home.

She walked through door of coach’s class and again, walked towards to the seat on the side of the room that she sat in behind Scott.

And just as she was about to set her things on the desk and sit down Jackson cut off in front of her and sat down.

“Seriously?” She whined, “Is everyone’s goal today to piss me off?” She spoke out loud to herself as she found another seat at the back of the room next to Lydia.

Y/n wasn’t listening to anything coach was babbling about because she was too busy straining her neck and ears to know what Jackson was talking to Scott and Stiles about.

Scott must have seen her struggling because her phone vibrating caught her attention. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the small device, opening the message she received from her brother.

‘I think something big is going to happen in Chemistry.’

Confused, she texted him back, ‘what do you mean?’

Y/n looked up to see Scott on his phone typing aggressively fast. Which started to make her worry.

‘Isaac and Erica are going to run the test on Lydia in chemistry, and if it works, they’re gonna kill her.’

Her breath caught in her throat as she finished reading the message. Y/n glanced over to look at Lydia except the strawberry blonde wasn’t in her seat.

That’s when y/n remembered coach had let her go to the board to write the answer, and she was writing something that’s for sure. Even though y/n hadn’t been paying attention she was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer.

EMPLEHENOEMOS

It was written all over the chalkboard, covering every blank space that there was.
Y/n watched as the girl turned around, black smudges under her eyes caused by tears that had escaped. Lydia was gasping for air, she looked terrified.

“Okay then,” coach interrupted “anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?”

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off of Lydia, feeling honestly really bad for her. Y/n was having flashbacks to when she was ignorant while all of this was going on, when no one was telling her the truth about what was happening. A strong feeling of guilt consumed y/n as she realize they were all putting Lydia in the same position. Y/n knew she didn’t owe Lydia anything, they weren’t friends. But she believed Lydia was smarter than she led on, she had to know something was going on. And knowing your friends are hiding something from you, makes you feel the deepest and emptiest illusion of pain that there is. Y/n knew first hand, she wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Not even Lydia Martin.

Once again y/n was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of her phone buzzing, it was from Scott and there was an image attached. She quickly opened her phone to see a picture of the letters Lydia had written on the board except the image was flipped and she could finally see the real meaning.

SOMEONEHELPME

It was english.

“Derek is not gonna kill her without proof.” Scott said to both y/n and Stiles as they walked through the hallways of the high school to their Chemistry class with Mr.Harris. Scott oblivious to the sad stares Stiles and Y/n gave each other when the other wasn’t looking.

“All right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?” Stiles continued to question out loud as they walked through the door of the classroom. All walking at the same pace until y/n stopped walking altogether, causing a chain reaction with Scott and Stiles.

“I think here and now.” Y/n sighed, then Scott and Stiles followed her gaze to where Isaac and Erica were standing at the opposite side of the room. All five of them glanced to where the one and only Lydia Martin was seated, with an empty seat right next to her.

“One of you has to get to that seat first.” Y/n whispered to the two boys standing by her side. Without saying a word, Scott and Stiles started rushing to the empty seat at the same time that Isaac and Erica did.

Luckily, Scott got to the seat, and even though it was only for two people, Stiles managed to sit with them too. Relieved, y/n grabbed a seat at the table next to the one her friends were sitting at. Erica and Isaac settled for sitting together at the table behind them, not taking their eyes off of Lydia. Without really thinking, y/n kept looking over her shoulder and staring at them. Would they really do something at school? In front of everyone?

She was mostly staring at Isaac. She remembered the look in his eyes when he had her pinned to the ice, he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt her. She was still embarrassed that she practically begged him not to hurt her. Y/n was never going to beg anyone for anything, ever again. Allison’s been helping her train every night for the past week. She truly felt stronger.

Y/n watched the both of them, Erica looked like pure evil, scheming bitch. Catching her completely off guard, Isaac looked right at Y/n. He must’ve sensed her staring at him. Every bone in her body was screaming at her to look away, but the way his eyes locked with hers caused her to stay exactly where she was. He smirked at her and winked, god she wanted to punch him so bad.

“Y/n.”

Allison’s voice finally allowing Y/n to be released from Isaac’s ice blue eyes. When she looked up at Allison she noticed right away the confused look on the girl’s face as she looked at Erica and Isaac.

“Just sit down, I’ll fill you in.” Y/n whispered in a failed attempt to keep the two betas from hearing her, knowing they probably still heard her anyway.

Allison let her bag fall off of her shoulder and onto the ground next to the lab stool, taking her seat both she and y/n placed their elbows upon the table and leaned their heads close to each other.

“They’re planning on testing Lydia.” Y/n informed Allison.

“”Right now!” Allison panicked, immediately being hushed by an annoyed y/n.

“Yes, right now. So as we go through the rotation for the experiments we just have to make sure neither one of them ends up at a table with her, okay?”

Allison just nodded her head in agreement instead of saying anything, swallowing harshly with worry. The terrifying thought crossed through her mind, what if it is Lydia.

As if y/n knew exactly what Allison was thinking due to the wide-eyed expression on her face, she placed her hand on Allison’s arm.

“It’s not her.” It can’t be.

“Erica, you take the first station. You’ll start with… Mr. McCall.”

Mr. Harris instructed the two. Erica smirking and Scott rolling his eyes and making their way to a lab table as Mr. Harris finished pairing the two off.

Allison and Y/n remained together while Isaac was paired with Stiles. Relief flooding through y/n when she noticed Lydia with some other person instead of Isaac or Erica.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, wait. Give me a chance to talk to Derek.” Scott begged and pleaded to Erica while she held the same smirk as before.

“Why don’t you talk to me instead,” she smiled with big puppy-dog eyes, “That’s funny. In school, you guys act like you’re broken up, but she’s all over you.” Erica scoffed looking at Allison.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Scott attempted to hide his secret, unaware of the increases in his heart rate that didn’t go unnoticed to Erica.

“If I were Allison,” her hand found its way to his thigh, “I’d be wanting you all the time.”

Over at y/n and Allison’s table, Y/n was watching the revolting encounter between Scott and Erica while Allison actually tried to focus on the project.

“Allison don’t look.” Y/n warned her oblivious friend, her eyes transfixed on the two.

“Oh my god.” She heard Allison sigh, and she glanced over to see Allison death-glaring right at Erica.

“Hey, I said don’t look.” Y/n shrugged. Both returning to the assignment.

“Switch!” Mr. Harris’ voice only added another layer of tension to the room.

Y/n looked around quickly and rolled her eyes whilst sighing as she realized that the only open seat was next to Isaac.

Reluctantly, she let herself fall onto the cold, metal stool. Immediately getting to work on the next step of the experiment so she could ignore his presence.

He smirked at the fact that she was so determined not to talk to him, laughing slightly, he broke the silence.

“What, no hello?” He perked up so he was sitting straight, listening to the increase of her heart rate.

Y/n glanced at him for a second, not long enough for him to notice before she got back to work attempting to control her breathing.

“No, thank you for not slashing my throat when I had the chance?”

This time she dropped all the lab tools in her hands, sighing and sitting up straight so she could look him straight in the eyes. Restraining herself from slapping the smirk right off his face.

“Thank you? You want a thank you for not killing someone? Look nimrod if you hurt Lydia, I’m gonna-”

“Going to what? Beg and plead for me not to hurt you… again?”

Tears threatened to escape eyes but she held back, she wouldn’t let him see that.

“I was going to say turn your ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present.” She collected herself.

“Really?” He smiled widely, “I’ve never actually been to one of her big invite- only parties. I did ask her out once though.” He glanced forward as he said his last thought.

“Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story. I’m gonna pass, thanks.”

Isaac caught himself off guard as a genuine laugh escaped his lungs at her response. He cleared his throats as to not seem so distraught.

“It was the first day of freshman year-” but he was cut off immediately at the sound of y/n’s voice.

“And you thought everything was going to be different for you in high school, but she said no.”
Y/n sarcastically dragged on the ‘no’ for emphasis as she poured some weird blue liquid into a graduated cylinder.

“Yeah, She even laughed. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain.”

When Y/n was done with her current task, she let herself look at Isaac again, his gaze already on her.

“Unrequited love’s a Bitch.” She stated coldly, “Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know. Channel all the negative energy.”

He smiled while she smirked confidently at him.

“Nah,” he laughed leaving his eyes locked on hers, “I was thinking I’d channel it into killing her. I’m not very good at writing.”

Isaac became very pleased, seeing the breathless and terrified look on y/n’s face. Although, he was taken aback when she leaned forward, face inches from his.

“Listen to me. It’s not Lydia, and even if it is, you can’t kill her-”

Y/n was cut off when Isaac grabbed her wrist and wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, unaware that his claws had been released.

“No you listen to me, you and your little friends aren’t in charge here.”

Noticing his eyes starting to glow yellow, y/n whimpered, “You’re hurting me.”

His eyes instantly changed back normal as he stared deeply into her frightened ones, his claws fading back to regular finger nails as well. But he didn’t let go of her arm, just loosened his grip until his touch was ghosting over her skin.

She watched his expression change from angry to… guilt?

“Switch!”

“I’m sorry.” Isaac breathed out, finally letting go of her. His gaze drifting down to the floor ignoring the shuffling of students around her.

“You mean that, don’t you?” She whispered leaning down towards him, causing him to sheepishly look back up to her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t want to hurt anyone, do you? You don’t have to Isaac you can get out-”

“I believe he said switch.” Stiles interrupted y/n, eyes dead-set on Isaac’s figure.

Without saying a word, Isaac got up and left the stool whilst Stiles replaced him.

“What was that all about?” Stiles questioned y/n.

But she didn’t answer, instead she watched Isaac take a seat next to Lydia before Scott could stop him. Stiles noticed too, neither of them knew what to do.

Isaac looked up at Y/n’s glaring eyes, and she knew, he was going to do it anyway. Derek was his alpha, and he would do whatever he was told.

“What are we going to do?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting an answer.

Y/n and Stiles continued on with the further instructions for the experiment. Y/n glancing back every five seconds to where Isaac and Lydia were.

Stiles watched her distraught behavior, and he understood it for he felt helpless too.

“Are you okay?” He decided to distract her.

Y/n turned back around to continue her work.

“I’m fine.” She replied shortly.

Stiles huffed in response, “Y/n seriously-”

“I am being serious Stiles. I’m fine.”

Frowning slightly, he decided to let it go. Both of them turning back towards the beta and the strawberry blonde. He hadn’t done anything yet, and they were left to wait anxiously.

“Time.” Mr. Harris stopped the working students, “If you’ve catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the last part of that experiment- which I’m sure you’ll all enjoy, you can eat it.”

That’s when it clicked. Y/n, Stiles, Allison, and Scott all made the connection. They all stared at the crystal being held in Isaac’s hand. The Kanima venom not visible, unless you were looking for it like they were.

Isaac handed the crystal to Lydia, and she took it at the nice but not-So-nice gesture. The strawberry blonde continued to lift her hand holding the crystal to her mouth. Y/n watched speechless as Lydia opened her mouth, but just before she could taste it-

“Lydia!” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the classroom, stopping her from doing anything as he stood from his seat and stared at her with concerned eyes.

“What?” She asked annoyed.

“Nothing.” He sat back down, defeated.

Isaac smirked as Lydia ate the crystal, realizing he won. His smile only grew when she didn’t get affected by the poisonous venom. Isaac looked out the window to see Derek watching, Scott saw him too.

Unconsciously, his gaze left the window to see if y/n was watching. And she was, she looked angry. Except, he didn’t know if anger was the right word to describe her, was she disappointed?

Whatever she was, looking at her right now made his face fall. He couldn’t grasp what was happening right now, all he knew was that he hated that he had hurt her. He shook the feeling off immediately, he had more important things to worry about.


Once the bell had rung they all hurried out of class. Y/n looked around the hallway unable to find her friends, she started walking to look around the students shifting past her when all of the sudden she was grabbed and pulled into another room.

She squealed slightly, until she had fully entered the room and turned around to see Scott. Behind him, Allison and Stiles.

“Shut the door.” Scott asked sternly, she obeyed without saying a word.

“Derek’s outside waiting for Lydia.”

“Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked for clarification.

“If he’s thinking she’s the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool.” Scott stressed

“It’s not her.” Y/n stated from the corner, arms crossed and staring straight in front of her.

“Y/n, she didn’t pass the test. Nothing happened.” Stiles took a few steps toward her.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” She looked down towards the floor.

“Hey,” Stiles approached her all the way until he was right in front of her, without thinking he cupped her face in his hands, “we’ll figure it out.”

He searched her eyes as she stared hopelessly at him. At a loss for words, she just nodded her head until he let go of her.

“It doesn’t matter,” Allison thankfully broke the tension between the two causing Stiles to turn his back to Y/n, “Derek thinks it’s her. So either we can convince him that he’s wrong, or we’ve got to figure out a way to protect her.”

Silence fell over the room as everyone processed her idea.

“I really don’t think he’s gonna do anything here, not at school.” Scott pointed out.

“What about after school? What if we can prove that Derek’s wrong?” Y/n perked up, letting her arms un-cross and fall comfortably down at her sides.

“By three o’clock?” Stiles questioned.

“There could be something in the bestiary.” Allison suggested, giving y/n a warm smile before walking over and standing at her side.

“Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it’s not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”

His expression turned extremely concerned and serious as he stressed the last part of what he said to Y/n and Allison.

“What does that mean?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“That you guys can’t heal like I do. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Allison smiled softly and glanced at y/n as she let out a small laugh. Allison continued to place a comforting hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“I can protect myself, and Y/n can too.”

“Yeah, Scott, don’t worry with her training I’ve gotten really good.” She reassured her brother.

“I just don’t either of you getting hurt. Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay?”

Y/n felt slightly awkward as Scott’s attention became completely focused on Allison as he continued.

“I- I don’t care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I’ll hear you and I’ll find you as fast as I can. We have until 3:00.”

Allison and y/n had the task of translating the pages of the bestiary, since it was in Latin the best idea they had was to go to Ms. Morrell for help.

“So What was that?” Allison couldn’t help but ask Y/n.

“What was what?” Y/n asked cluelessly, although she was scared that she knew exactly what Allison was talking about.

“Back there with you and Stiles, are guys like-”

“No.” Y/n stated before Allison could continue to grill her with questions, “I don’t know- I just can’t be with someone right now.”

“Can’t or don’t want to?” Allison raised her eyebrows.

But y/n just rolled her eyes, ignoring Allison as she opened the door to Ms. Morrell’s office.


“Do you mind me asking where you got this? Uh- book?”

The two girls stood there awkwardly, Y/n turned towards Allison waiting for the girl’s answer.

“Um, a family heirloom.” Allison attempted to say nonchalantly.

“Interesting family. I’m pretty familiar with most Romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach.” She sighed while examining the pages.

“Can you give it a shot?” Y/n ask more intense than she meant to, earning a slight glare from both Allison and Ms. Morrell.

“Alright, uhm, “Kanima” - do I have that right?” She looked to the two girls for confirmation.

“Yeah.” Both Allison and Y/n answered in unison. Causing Ms. Morrell to glance at them suspiciously, but they just gave her an unsuspecting smile.

“Like the wolf, it’s power is greatest at the moon’s peak. Huh, sounds like a werewolf.” She let out a laugh.

Both girls responding by laughing as well, gesturing as if the idea of a werewolf were crazy.

“Oh, there’s some words here I don’t recognize.” The teacher’s brows furrowed, confused.

“Just try.” Allison pushed.

“Please.” Y/n added at a lighter tone, nudging Allison in the side to try and stay cool. Even though neither of them was actually succeeding.

“Could I hold onto it for a little bit?” Ms. Morrell asked politely.

“Now is better, please.” Y/n replied quickly, silently cursing herself for making the same mistake that Allison just did. Man they really sucked at this.

“Alright, uhm- okay. ‘Like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks a friend.’”

“A friend, what does that mean?” Allison asked out out loud, not really sure if she was expecting an answer from anyone.

“Maybe it’s lonely.” Ms. Morrell suggested.

“Like a teenager.” Y/n whispered hesitantly from beside Allison, who glanced at Y/n and immediately made eye contact her. Wide eyes from both.

A few seconds later, y/n received a text from Stiles.

‘We need to get Lydia out of here, now!’

“We have to go.” She held her phone screen up so Allison could read the message, and they rushed out of the room without saying anything to Ms. Morrell.

They started making their way towards to library which is where they would meet Stiles and Lydia.

“I want to.” Y/n said to Allison, continuing on the subject from before they walked into Ms. Morrell’s office.

“And- I don’t know how to explain it- I know how I feel about Stiles, but, I just can’t right now.” She shook her head as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

Allison grabbed the sides of her arms and turned Y/n to face her, causing them both to stop walking.

“I get it, I do. Trust me.” Allison smiled lightly to which Y/n returned the small gesture.

“He’s mad at me now.” Y/n laughed quietly.

“That’s because he’s a 16 year old boy,” Allison reasoned, “he’ll get over it, and when he does- he’ll understand to Y/n. You don’t see the way he looks at you, but I do.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “How does he look at the?”

“The way I look at Scott.”

“If we’re doing a study group, why didn’t we just stay in the library?” Lydia asked as Stiles hurriedly pushed her out the double doors exiting the library.

“Because we’re meeting up with somebody else.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie.

They continued to walk down the halls a little ways and then suddenly from beside them Y/n and Allison approached and adjusted quickly to their walking pace.

“Well, why don’t they just meet us in the library?” Lydia asked again, pouting at the two girls that just showed up.

“That would’ve been a great idea! Too late.” Stiles sighed unenthusiastically.

Lydia stopped walking right in the middle of the hallway.

“Okay, hold on-”

Suddenly she was shoved forward by Jackson who had just joined them as well.

“Lydia, shut up and walk.” And she obeyed, Y/n rolled her eyes at his unnecessary aggressiveness towards Lydia. She was just confused, she didn’t know what was going on and that wasn’t her fault. It was their’s.

Stiles pulled the jeep and parked it next to the curb outside of Scott’s house.

Everyone hopped out and made their way up the steps of the front porch.

“If we’re studying at Scott’s house, then where’s Scott?”

“You realize it’s my house too, Lydia?” Y/n asked, expressing her annoyed attitude.

“He’s meeting us here!” Stiles chimed in.

Stiles practically slammed the door, continuing to look all three locks present on the wooden piece.

Lydia raised her eyebrows for him to explain the weird behavior.

“Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood.”

Allison and Y/n looked at each other, knowing this was a disaster.

The panicky and spastic boy then continued to place a chair underneath the door handle.

Y/n closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, waiting for him to explain this one.

“And a murder!” He added way too excitedly.

“Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute.” Jackson motioned up the stairs, she followed but stopped halfway.

She looked back at the three that still remained by the door, then continued to roll her eyes and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.

Y/n felt overwhelmed with the turn the day had taken, afraid of passing out she took at seat at the bottom of the stairs and put her head in her hands. Allison and Stiles looking out the windows on either side of the door.

“Stiles give me your phone.” Allison was the first to speak.

“Why?” He asked as he handed it to her.

She ignored him as she dialed Scott’s number waiting for him to pick up.

“What’s wrong?” The room was so quiet Stiles and Y/n could hear Scott’s voice.

“It’s me,” Allison replied, “you need to get here, right now.”

“Okay. I’m leaving now. On my way.”

The hand that was holding the phone fell down at her sides, Allison shook her head and laughed slightly.

Stiles walked forward to retrieve his device but she pulled it back up and held it in both of her hands, prepared to make another phone call.

“What are you doing?” Stiles voice caused Y/n to raise her head from her hands so she could observe the interaction.

“I think- I think I have to call my dad.” Allison’s voice cracked as she struggled to hold back tears.

“No, but if he finds you here- you and Scott-” Stiles tried to stop her but she cut him off.

“I know. But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, okay? They’re here- they’re here-” Allison couldn’t restrain the tears any longer, letting them flow freely and stopping her from finishing what she was saying.

“They’re here to kill Lydia.” Y/n calmly filled in the black for her, Stiles and Allison looking over at the sounds of her voice.

“I got an idea, just shoot one of them.” Stiles motioned to Allison as she held her cross-bow in her hands.

“Are you serious?” She whispered, frightened. Y/n still remained on the stairs.

“Look, they don’t think we’re gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off. So just shoot one of ‘em.”

“Which one?” Allison shook her head and looked back out the window.

“Uh- Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head.” Stiles suggested.

“If Scott was able to catch an arrow. Derek definitely can.” Y/n intervened, a pessimistic tone laced her words.

“Just shoot one of the other three then.” Stiles angrily motioned with his arms.

“You mean two?” Allison questioned as she was looking out at the street.

This caused Y/n to finally move from her seated position, moving to look out the same window as Allison.

She counted Derek, Erica, and Boyd…

“Where the hell is Isaac?” She asked, turning to look at Stiles.

Y/n didn’t wait for a response as she ran up the stairs to where Jackson and Lydia were. As she reached the top of the stairs she saw Lydia standing in the hallway.

Allison ran up right behind her.

“What’s happening?” Lydia asked with a terrified expression on her face.

“Someone’s trying to break in.” Y/n lied quickly as she ran forward and grabbed Lydia’s arm.

“Come with me.” She pulled Lydia into her room, continuing to drag her into her bathroom.

“Stay in here, lock the door, got it?” She searched Lydia’s eyes as the girl nodded her head. Y/n shut the door, then waited until she heard the switch of the lock. Once she did, she ran back out in the hallway where Allison was standing right outside Scott’s room.

“Stiles, it’s!” She shouted down the stairs to where Stiles remained. Then she turned to face Y/n, panic all over her face.

“I’ll take care of Erica, you get Isaac.” Y/n was about to protest saying she didn’t have a weapon but before she could, Allison pulled out the two Chinese daggers that Y/n had been training with.

Allison tossed them to her and she caught one in each hand, letting them spin until she grasped them in the position she wanted them.
Y/n walked back into her room, head not facing straight in front of her. So you can imagine her surprise when she ran right into another person, that other person being Isaac. She stared up to his smirking face, speechless.

“Nice to see you again too.” He smiled, so confidently it made her want to scream.

“I won’t let you touch her.” She snarled through gritted teeth, not in the mood for his sarcasm.

“That’s not really your choice.” He tilted his head to the side, looking his now yellow eyes with hers.

“I won’t fight you.” Y/n spoke.

“Because you’re afraid you’ll lose like last time?” He stepped towards her, trying to intimidate her.

Except she didn’t step back, she remained exactly where she was.

“No, I’m pretty sure I could easily kick your ass this time,” he laughed but she kept talking, “but I won’t fight you because I don’t think you want to fight me.”

His smirk dropped, now he looked angry.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He snapped, eyes turning back to normal.

“Maybe not. But that night you hesitated to hurt me- to kill me when you could’ve. And don’t say you stopped because Derek told you to, because you stopped way before that. You don’t want to kill her, Isaac. And you don’t want to fight me either.”

“Wanna bet?” He stepped forward again and this time she reacted by stepping back.

“Okay,” she raised her eyebrows, catching him off guard as she let her daggers drop out of her grasp and onto the floor, “do it then: hit me, bite me, kill me.” Y/n shouted at him, completely calm.

He just stared at her dumbfounded.

‘Come on’ he spoke to himself inside his head, trying to motivate himself. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. Looking into her eyes right now, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

He opened his mouth to say something but was caught off guard as the Kabila fell from the ceiling, grabbing Y/n’s neck and holding her against the wall.

She squinted her eyes in pain, not wanting to look at the creature.

Without even thinking about it, Isaac reacted by grabbing the tail of the Kanima and throwing it away from Y/n. The Kanima hissed at the two, then hurried out the window and onto the roof.

“Thank you.” Y/n whispered, staring wide-eyed at Isaac.

He didn’t say anything as an unsuspected arrow laced with Kanima venom shot him in the leg.

Allison entered the room, and killer look ok her face as she stared Isaac down. Scott walking behind her, a limp Erica propped over his shoulder as he dropped down to pick Isaac’s paralyzed body up and placing it over his other shoulder.

Y/n speechless followed Allison and Scott down the stairs, where Stiles and Lydia stood on the front porch facing Derek.

Once the last year had made it onto the porch Scott tossed the two bodies in front of Derek’s feet.

“I think I’m finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott.” Derek smiled at the beta, “You’re not an omega, you’re already an alpha of your own pack.”

Scott looked behind him, seeing Y/n, Allison, Stiles and Lydia all standing behind him. He knew Derek was right.

“But, you know you can’t beat me.”

“We can hold you off until the cops get here.” Y/n interrupted, smiling when she saw the distraught look on Derek’s face.

“You know Derek, when no one else would tell me the truth, you did. I thought you were a friend, thank you for showing me the real you.” Y/n told Derek as she walked forward to stand beside Scott.

“Get them out of here.” Derek ordered Boyd without saying anything back to Y/n.

Allison took Lydia home while Stiles stayed behind to help Scott and Y/n fix anything that has broken during the multiple fights that took place tonight.

“I can’t believe it’s Jackson.” Stiles whispered.

“Really? You can’t believe Jackson who verbally abuses his girlfriend and isn’t nice to a single person, is a homicidal lizard?” Y/n replied sarcastically as she placed a lamp back on the table in the living room.

“Way to go taking out Isaac tonight Y/n.” Scott changed the topic.

“Actually I didn’t do anything,” Y/n stated, causing both boys to look at her and urging for her to continue, “he saved me from Jackson tonight.”

Neither of the boys spoke, Scott looked confused while Stiles expression could be described as… jealous?

“His dad was murdered and he had no friends, So of course he accepted Derek’s offer. But I don’t think he wants to be the bad guy.”

“Are you- are you kidding? Do you know how many already bad things he’s done?” Stiles started shouting.

“Yeah- because he’s been told to do them, they’re all afraid of Derek.” Y/n shouted back.

“Okay stop!” Scott interjected himself between the two.

Y/n stared into Stiles’ confused eyes while he stared into her angry one.

“We should be trying to help them, all of them.” Y/n looked at Scott now, referring to Derek’s three betas.

“Y/n, they have to want to be helped.” Scott replied to his desperate sister.

With that, Y/n didn’t feel like she could be in the same room as them anymore. She quickly went upstairs and into her room. She stomped through the door and ran her hands through her hair, so overwhelmed with the situation. Once her hands dropped to her sides, she turned around to see Stiles standing at her door frame. She couldn’t tell if she was relieved or if she wanted to slam the door in his face.

“What?” She asked. It was dark, but from the tone of Y/n’s voice Stiles knew she was trying not to cry.

“I just came to say I’m sorry. Not just for right now, for the other night.”

“It seems like that’s all we know how to do when it comes to each other ,” Y/n locked her eyes with his, “apologize.”

Stiles didn’t know what to say to her as she sat down. He decided to approach her cautiously and sit down next to her.

Y/n didn’t look at him, staring down at the floor.
It was only when she felt his warm hand intertwining his fingers in her cold one, that she looked up to him.

“That’s not all we know how to do,” he whispered with a small smile, lifting up his other hand and placing it on the side of her face while using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her fallen tear, “and you know that.”

Stiles leaned forward and Y/n involuntarily followed his actions until their lips found each other in a slow, yet passionate kiss. Y/n was to the first to pull away once she realized what was happening, no matter how much she wanted to stay.

“Stiles-” she sighed with her eyes still closed, holding onto the kiss.

“I know.” He cut her off, smiling kindly.

“I’ll give you all the time you need.”

Speechless, Y/n was left to watch Stiles walk through her door, leaving her alone with her thoughts. And an overwhelming sense of admiration for him.


•• and that’s all(:••

Since I’ve experienced so much attitude in my time at Mode, I’d like to posit an observation: One thing that is often lost in the changing of an attitude is the cause for that change. This is best understood when you consider attitudes on a personal level. I ask you, dear reader, to think back to a time when you experienced a major shift in your life. Was it an external change, something that happened outside of you, and forced a change of attitude to help you adapt to the future? Perhaps you saw a friend demonstrate a prowess that cast her in a new light. Heck, maybe it was as simple as your friend getting a makeover. Or perhaps that friend was undergoing her own life change, one in which she would no longer be present in your life, compelling you to make your own change to keep her in it, even if it were in a new context.

Just as important: Maybe the change was an internal one. Maybe you realized you were no longer interested in maintaining your status quo. Perhaps you wanted to try new challenges not only in your professional life, but also in your personal one. Or maybe one day something just changed inside you in the way you saw that good friend, causing you to want her to be more than, well, just a friend.

—  extract from Daniel Meade’s final letter from the editor.

i’m done telling people how to treat me. i’m done waiting by the phone for a text that’s never going to come. i am worth so much more than this. i will never beg anyone to love me. i will never beg anybody to treat me the way i know i should be treated. if you cannot see just how much i have to offer, that is your loss. i will never fall on my knees or plead for someone to treat me right. you will lose me. you will lose me and you will know that it was your fault and i will already be gone. i will do myself a favor and never look back at you once i start walking away. i am worth so damn much, and i love myself too much to have to beg for love. i love myself and i deserve the world. if you cannot give that to me, i will give it to myself. i promise that you are the one who is suffering a loss, not me. i love people like it’s the only thing that i know how to do. i love people so strongly and so purely, most people will not experience that kind of love in their lifetimes. I did not lose anything except for someone who was too selfish to love me correctly. But you, you lost someone who had enough love for you, it could have filled you up eighteen times and still had some left over for later. You have suffered the greatest loss. I, however, will live knowing that I have so much to offer to the right person.

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I’ve never been here before. Never really sat on a chair to think about another person. Never was the type to fall in love and trust anyone, or even worse, never was the type to be loyal. Being faithful to me was like a waste, I thought everyone lied the way I did, so I made sure I built some walls to keep myself and my feelings away. I’ve never even cared for people to stay in my life, if you wanted to be here, then be, if not, go on. Hurting me was hard, by the time someone tried to hurt me, I’ve already had ammunition stored to crush them. Never cried for anyone, never begged anyone to stay, never chased anyone… If you want to leave, leave. That was me, only focused on me, living on a quiet peaceful bubble doing whatever I wanted, not noticing the wreck I was causing outside of it. Many times when I kind of noticed, I ignored it, shrugged it off and kept going. I don’t know when it started, what made me do it, who pushed me to that limit, all I know is, the broken hearts were all my fault, no one had to do or say anything, I wanted perfection when I was highly imperfect. I doubted everyone because I thought they were all like me. Then, you happened, and when I thought I could never change, I did. I cry if I feel you’re leaving, I miss you when you’re not around, I stare at your picture and smile, I think of you, I don’t even look at anyone else anymore, I’d given up my old self to build a new us, and although I’m a mess, this mess wants you to stay and help me fix it, sometimes I don’t even know how I hurt you, I just know I do. I’m sorry, please forgive me. I don’t deserve you, but I can’t be without you.
Ugly

Love you. @giupear


There was a gentle knock on the door, but of course; she wasn’t going to open it. Not like this. For she was curled up in bed, hiding her face away from the world. She wasn’t being dramatic, and it wasn’t exactly all by choice. 

Of course she wanted to open the door to whoever was knocking; but she couldn’t grab the strength. She’d looked in that mirror and been more than taken aback by the face looking back at her. She looked and felt utterly awful; her nose was ned, she had pimples lacing her jawline and her eyes were dark with lack of sleep; being up all night with a cough did that. 

Maybe it had been building up for a while, she’d locked herself indoors researching for her novel. 

Maybe her skin had grown used to being shut up and wanted her to stay indoors a little longer. If it did, it was certainly succeeding, because there was no way she was going to get up and leave.

The knock repeated, this time a little louder.

Lucy didn’t budge, her fingers tangling in her messy blonde lock; her face smushed into the fluffy duck feathered pillows, her mind begging for whoever was beyond the wood of her door to take the hint and leave.

But of course an internal begging never gave anyone much long, and the door banged for the third time that morning.

“Lucy?”

She knew that voice, she’d know that voice after all.

How come he was knocking the door? Natsu must have been in a polite mood this morning.

A little smile flickered onto her face. Ah. Of course, she’d locked the window well, along with her curtains being drawn. He’d had no choice but to use the door.

“Lucy! I know you’re in here.”

She pressed her lips together, still hidden in the blankets, a little hermit to the rest of the world. Away from her best friend was also included, Natsu was not stepping foot in here unless he found a way to get inside without looking at her face.

She grumbled slightly, peeking her head out from under the blanket, her curtains being closed left the room in a dark gloom; the only light coming from the hallway outside. 

She had a feeling this boy wasn’t going to let up, she was going to have to tell him to leave.

“Natsu…” She raised her voice, it croaky due to not being used in a while; she’d been sitting in silence for such a lot time that it was a surprise to hear something so close to her ears. “Now’s not really a good time!”

There was a small pause, Natsu obviously listening closely to her words. She could see it now, him standing there in his usual manner, a rough stance with his expression of confusion settling across his features. That pink hair in its usual perfection of a mess, and his delicate vibe of friendliness only making her self issue worsen. She couldn’t let him see her this way, she was hideous. Ugly.

Pimples that were this big deserved to be hidden behind a paper bag, and she felt like an old lady with those dark circles beneath her eyes. 

Her nose just made her look downright ill and she was growing pale at just the thought of him coming inside and realising that his best friend was nothing but an ugly fraud. 

She wore make up most of the time, and pimples didn’t settle on her face for this long. she was a disgrace. She felt sorry for him already and she hadn’t even let him inside; he was safe from the horrific sights inside.

Lucy shook her head, yanking back the blanket and pulling herself upright.

“I know you told us to leave you while you write, but it’s been days.”

“So?! I’m not done!” She barked. Just go away… if he just waited a few days, maybe she could find a way to make herself look a little more presentable. She wasn’t really sure why she cared so much, it wasn’t about him. She just felt awful looking, it had nothing to do with him… and that was exactly why he couldn’t see her like it. It would only make her feel worse after all.

“So… you’ll need a break.”

She shoved her slippers on, listening to the dragon slayers soft voice, it calming. But it was having nothing but a negative effect, he was only persuading her to open the door after all, and she wasn’t going to give in.

“I don’t, just go away.”

“Lucy…” There was a single bang on the door like he had decided to rest his fist on the wood.

“Please. It’s a bad time. I’m busy.”

“It’s not about the book is it?”

“What?” She wrapped the blanket over her shoulders and took a few steps away from her bed, moving into the lowly lit hallway, the door facing her clearly. She could even se the shadows underneath where the boy stood.

“You don’t get this mad about the book.”

“I’m not mad!” She grumbled, finding herself move closer to his voice; like it was beckoning her to move forward without her realising. She did miss him a lot, but it was too much for him to see her in such a state.

“What is it really? You’re not going to let me in?”

“I’m tired.”

“I thought you were busy.”

“Well now I’m tired.”

“I have some bread with me that Mirajane made, I could give it you and then we could eat it together.”

“No.”

“How about I just give you it then, just open the door.”

“No.”

“Not even that?” His tone changed slightly, it turning into a whining sound, “Come on Luce…”

She frowned, her body all the way to the door now, standing opposite as if she really were having a normal face to face conversation with the boy.

“I miss you.” He said quietly.

She looked down at the shadows of his feet. And then she couldn’t help, the words just spilled out of her mouth.

“I can’t, I’m ugly.”

She heard his hand move on the other side of the door, listening quietly to him swallowing.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to see my face.”

“Ugly?”

“Yes. It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.” He  was right, she couldn’t hear him laugh, but something was very still about his voice. It wasn’t like he found it amusing, but more so that he was offended by her statement as if she had just called him ugly rather than herself.

“Okay… then I’ll talk to you later.”

“You’re not ugly, Luce.”

“You can’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to.”

“I’m sorry Natsu, I just can’t.”

“You think I just care about what you look like?”

“This isn’t about you Natsu.”

“You’re saying I can’t do anything to help?”

“You definitely can’t.”

“Okay…”

The room went silent, he was in such a thoughtful mood, she felt a little sad that she was sending such a lovely Natsu away.

“You might feel ugly right now, but it’ll pass Lucy.”

She rolled her eyes, he didn’t get it. Nobody would. She didn’t just think she was ugly, she felt it. Just like she knew she wasn’t good enough for him to see her.

“I feel ugly next to you a lot.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I have so many scars. They ain’t goin’ away. And my hair-“

“Your hair is beautiful.” She said immediately.

“Your opinion doesn’t make my mind change.”

“Then you should understand well.” She grunted darkly. Why was she speaking to him like she was angry? But it was true, if her opinion couldn’t change his mind then it went the same way for visa versa.

He sighed gently.

“One day you’ll see the Lucy I see. And you’ll wonder why you never felt something so strong and beautiful before; maybe it’ll even surprise you. You could look like a yeti and it wouldn’t change who you are inside, Luce. Beauty is the intelligence you have, beauty is that mark on your hand, beauty is the relationship you have with every one of your keys. The tears that fall with laughter. The smile after every job we do.”

She stared at the floor, just listening to his voice. His words were not making her feel better, nor were they fixing anything. She still looked like this.

“Beauty was meeting you.”

bisexualmagnuschase  asked:

would you ever consider doing a nerseydex fake dating fic??? I would literally cry I love your writing and fake dating is my weakness

“Holy fuck,” Dex curses. Nursey immediately looks around, trying to pinpoint what’s got Dex so riled up. All he sees in Dex’s line of sight is a girl, though. A pretty nice looking girl, too. Nursey would probably try to hit on her if he saw her at a party.

“I need you to hold my hand,” Dex whisper-shouts.

“What the fuck?”

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mermaidssarereal  asked:

If I can give you any advice, never beg anyone to stay in your life. This may mean literally nothing to you right now but you'll realize it's for the best

I don’t beg for her to stay. I give her reasons why she should come back to me:)

Things I’ve Learned in 2016 (and still learning)

1. Effort CAN betray you. No matter how much you’ve done everything you can there are things in life that are beyond your control like your patient from passing away. It’s not your call. You have to accept it and let it go, and you’re going to repeatedly learn this again and again throughout your life. It doesn’t mean you’ve failed, stop beating yourself up; you’ve done what you can.

2. Even if you can do things on your own, EVERYBODY needs someone, a friend, a lover, or anything. Life is better when it is shared through good times especially the bad ones.

3. Don’t be afraid nor be ashamed to ask for help. Sometimes life can get to the best of us. And it’s okay.

4. Society is obsessed with the “positive” hype. But I’m here to tell you that IT IS OKAY NOT TO FEEL OKAY. What you are feeling right now is valid. You don’t have to force yourself to “be positive” because that’s what you’re supposed to. It’s okay to feel sad, to feel lonely, to feel like nothing is ever going to be right, but keep in mind that all of those are TEMPORARY. I promise you, you will feel better, maybe not right now, but you will. And it’s okay if you don’t feel okay right now.

5. Stop saying sorry when you are not at fault. Respect yourself.

6. Never convince or beg anyone to stay. If they want to, they will. Never prove your worth to someone. Never change yourself to make someone like you. You deserve someone better, who will appreciate and adore the whole of you. Always remember that.

7. Year after year you wait and search for “your person”, your soul mate. To be honest, I don’t know if that person exists. But most times we don’t notice the people who care for us are right on front of us all along. Recognize those people who love you unconditionally. Stop looking for your person; and start taking care of the people you have right now.

8. Don’t be afraid to show emotion, no matter how deep or silly it may be. Don’t be ashamed to show that you care. There is no such thing as too much. It’s human; it’s raw; and it’s beautiful. It’s what the world needs, something true, something untarnished.

9. It’s always a never-ending process of learning to love yourself. I still find it difficult to love myself fully.

10. Always take care of yourself. It’s not selfish because you cannot simply give what you do not have.

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do the "ways to say I love you " 28 and 35? I'm a sucker for angst

Anon 2: Do prompt 28 when I’m dead please? I love your blog btw.

+ Anon whose ask I accidentally deleted asking for 28

28: When I am dead

35: As a goodbye

The Way You Said I Love You

Also decided to combine this with these asks

Anon: 20 <3

cleareyes95 : Prompt: I can’t lose you.

from the sentence prompts

1: “I can’t loose you”

20: “I thought I could manage. I can’t. Not without you. Not ever, like that”


“What do you remember, Nico?” Her voice was soft, it wasn’t accusing or degrading, it was innocent questioning. The same way someone would ask Nico what the weather would be like, or if his flowers were blooming, not asking Nico to remember memories he had suppressed so far back into his brain, he often forgot them all together. What do you remember?

“I remember screaming.” Bits and pieces of the memory floated through his brain, fuzzy and too far away to reach. “I remember someone screaming. I don’t know if it was me or not.” Her gaze was meant to be as soft as her voice, but that, Nico decided, she needed to work on. He could tell she wasn’t satisfied with his answer. “I remember begging. Begging him not to go. Not to leave me.”

Please,” the tears cut through the grime on his cheeks, “please don’t go. I can’t lose you. You’re all I have left.” Nico had never begged for anything since his sister died. He knew from painful experiences that begging never brought anyone back. It didn’t bring his mother back. It didn’t bring his sister back. But he had to try.

“Your mind is working to bring back the suppressed memories. Don’t fight it.” Nico wanted to punch them back into the darkest corner of his mind. He didn’t want to listen to this lady that Hazel had made him come see. She wasn’t helping him any.

“I don’t want them back.” Nico gripped the armrests with white knuckles and clenched his jaw shut.

“You have to accept them before you can move past them.” The sound of her sitting forward in her chair made Nico want to punch her. He would give anything to not be here, putting himself through literal mental torture. He’d give anything to be back home in Will’s arms.

Will.

“Nico,” Will’s voice was jagged with his panting.

“Don’t,” Nico was frantically trying to stop the bleeding. “Don’t try to talk. Just stay with me. Look at me. Stay awake, Will.” Will nodded, but his eyes were already drooping.

“Nico, I’m not going to make it out of here.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Nico, stay alive, okay?” Will’s hand touched Nico’s cheek, smearing blood on it. “Stay alive for me. Find someone who’ll make you happy. Be happy again. I love you so much.” His breathing was slowing with each word he said, and his hand fell from Nico’s face, his eyes closing. Nico heard himself scream.

“Will! No, no no! Will, wake up! Please wake up! I love you, oh my god, wake up!” Will’s body went limp in Nico’s arms despite Nico’s constant shaking. When he didn’t wake up, Nico placed his forehead on Will’s, the tears and blood dripping down his chin. “I love you.” It was nothing more than a whisper, words that were only ever meant for Will. His husband. “I love you.”

Nico didn’t know where the sense of calm that rushed over him came from. “I thought I could manage without him. I can’t. Not like this. Not ever like this.” He left her office without another word.


Okay, now you can take them away from me