never beg anyone

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.
big bang reaction to: their parents walking in on them having sex

request: Can I request scenarios for the BigBang members having their parents walk in on them having sex?
author’s response: thank you for requesting and i hope you have a marvelous day!


Originally posted by 2k08revivalkpop

t.o.p (ignore the caption): so fucking embarrassed. not just because one of his parents had just caught him “doing-the-do”, but because for some reason the idea of being watched turned him on. after the horrible incident, he would ask if you were okay with ever having sex while being watched (of course, not by his parents) and if so, if you’d want to try it.

Originally posted by biggerthanbang

g.d: the moment he heard the door open and noticed someone had entered the room, he made to cover your body, shielding his own. once he’d seen it was his parents, he literally became stiff with embarrassment. he would be just a little pissed after the fact: sex was something he loved and now every time you two “did it”, he would remember this had happened.

Originally posted by bigbangersball

taeyang: wanted to fucking die. since the day after that, he would be almost haunted by the look on his mom’s face as she saw the two of you getting it on. during sex from that moment on, he would be terribly paranoid, casting anxious glances at the door almost every second.

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

seungri: pretends it never happened. from that moment on, he never told anyone and begs you not to tell anyone as well. if you even bring up something that happened on the same day of that atrocity, his face flushes crimson and he immediately reverts the conversation to something else.

Originally posted by lookatmedae

daesung: “yeah, baby, i bet you like tha – holy fuck – shi – jesus – what the – ”

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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The Drug Lord (Part 2)

**(A/N Hey guys!!! I’m so sorry this took soooo long for me to write and post!!! I got super busy with school and graduating high school and I never got around to it😕😕 so after keeping you all waiting here it is!!! Btw I’m sorry if it is short!! Dedicated to @rosegoldxharry because she has been waiting so patiently and she was the first one to request part 2)

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People say that when you love someone there is nothing that can deter you from that person. No matter the mistake, love conquers all things.

But were those people aware of the fear that can be struck through you when you hear your loved one shoot another person?

Because now, even though she is madly in love with one of the wealthiest drug lords in the world, Rose is afraid of the man she loves.

She knew what she was getting into when their relationship started. She knew he was a drug lord. She never realized that she would witness Harry kill a man.

Harry never wanted her to be around for something like that. That’s why he ordered Niall to get her out of there.

What he didn’t know was that the love of his life would have heard the gunshot from outside of the warehouse.

Rose was frozen where she stood outside. Fear had planted her feet into the gravel parking lot of Harry’s murder house.

What was she expecting from him? She knows exactly what he does and the dangers that come with the job. If she knows if the dangers why is she so surprised? Why is she so scared? Because, she never once imagined that her Harry, of all the people in that warehouse, would be the one to kill another person.

Rose feels nauseous to know that her lover’s anger became so overwhelming that he shot a man. Something deep within her wants to believe that someone else had fired the gun, but she knew better. If it was someone else, Harry would have been the one to bring her out of the building.

She knows that he has anger issues but he has always promised he would never hurt her. She knows he wouldn’t. So why is she so scared?

If she has been aware of Harry’s anger and his job, why is she scared? If she knows he wouldn’t hurt her, what does she have to be afraid of?

She loves him, he loves her.

There is know reason for fear.

Right?

“Get this cleaned up!” Harry shouted while everyone stood frozen, “Now!”

The men started to scurry to clean the mess that Harry caused with Alex’s blood.

“Boss, Rose and Niall are still outside,” Jason, one of Harry’s workers, informed lightly in fear of pissing off his boss.

Harry’s stomach churned.

Why was Rose still here?

He stormed towards the door, ready to find out why Niall had failed to follow his orders. As he threw the door open he saw her standing in the middle of the parking lot, frozen, unmoving, with her back towards the building.

Harry couldn’t help but feel scared to know why she was standing completely still.

His eyes shifted to Niall who was begging her to Move as he tried to bend down to at least get her to look at him.

“Rosie? Please get in the car. I will take you to the house,” Niall pleaded, “Rosie it’s gonna be okay.”

Harry felt his heart break hearing those words as he approached his motionless girlfriend.

“Baby?” Harry softly called out the pet name he knew she loved.

At the sound of his voice a tear fell down her face, broken from the fear she felt.

It was so foreign, being afraid of him. She wanted to run away, but where would she run? They lived together, and he was her only source of comfort.

That was the hardest thing to cope with.

She feared her own consolation.

“Baby please talk to me,” her lover’s voice sounding so broken and confused.

As soon as she looked up into his emerald green eyes, the pain throbbed in her chest. Tears fell from her grey eyes, the motion in her body coming back as she backed away from him. The fear of him suffocating her.

“No baby please,” Harry choked on his words as he fell to his knees, “baby I love you please don’t hate me.”

Harry’s sobs shattered her heart as she stepped farther back. As she stared at him she began to sob harder.

“Baby please come back to me! Baby please!” Harry’s words broken up and as he pushed them past the lump in his throat.

“H-Harry,” Rose stuttered through her tears, looking down at the man she loved so much, but now she feared, “I can’t.”

Rose rushed past him to her car as he began to scream his pleads for her to stay.

“NO! BABY PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE!” Harry screamed as if he was writhing in pain, “BABY PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME! YOU’RE ALL I HAVE!”

It broke her heart to hear him beg for her. Harry never begged anyone for anything. She just couldn’t stay, he scared her. Today was too much to handle.

As she slammed her car door shut she began to scream out her cries of pain. She looked back at Harry to see him fall over onto his back while he clutched his chest.

She could still hear him screaming for her as she broke down in her front seat. She loved him so damn much, it hurt so bad. She doesn’t want to leave. He scared her, but she knows he is still the love of her life. Otherwise it wouldn’t hurt this bad to leave him crying out to her.

She put her hand to her chest trying to stop the pain as she screamed. Her driver door swinging open as she begged for it to end.

“You can’t leave him like this Rose. You know this. It’s killing both of you,” Niall softly reasoned.

The painful screams coming from Harry filled her ears as she felt like all the air was getting sucked out of her lungs.

“Come on Rose, don’t leave,” Niall pleaded.

“He killed someone Ni,” Rose’s heart shattered at the realization of her own words.

“Rosie, does he scare you now?” Niall questioned.

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Rose he would never hurt you,” he tried to console her, “look at him.”

She turned around looking back at her broken man calling for her on the ground.

“He needs you Rosie,” Niall whispered with concern coating his words.

Rose’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to go hold him and end both of their pain, but it was hard. He just killed a man.

“Niall, I want to stay, hell I love him so much it hurts, but Ni he killed a man because he let his anger get the best of him!” she grew frustrated because it seemed like Niall just doesn’t understand that fear had overtaken her.

“Rose he would never hurt you!” Niall yelled out, “He loves you so fucking much! You are all he has Rose! He can’t lose you!”

Rose contemplated her options. She loves him so much that she looked past his job to be with him, but now he has killed a man with her around. Would she be able to look past this?

She knows he would never get angry enough to ever hurt her, but her mind keeps racing.

Rose looked back at Harry. Her heart jumped and broke at the same time.

“Move Niall,” Rose spoke harshly.

“Rose,” he tried to speak.

“I said move!” she snapped.

He slowly backed up and Rose huffed as she got out of her car. She strode over to the broken man as he whimpered. His eyes squeezed shut as he cried.

“Get up,” she spoke to him.

Harry’s eyes shot open at her voice.

“Baby,” he whimpered as he looked up at her.

“Harry stand up please?” she sadly muttered to him.

He slowly got up not looking away from her, as if she might leave it he looked away. A tear rolled down his cheek as he stood in front of her.

“Baby please don’t be scared of me,” he whispered.

Rose fell in love with Harry for many reasons. One of those being that no matter what, he always cared for her and he was gentle with her unless it came to sex.

He could never bring himself to yell at her even if she thoroughly pissed him off. Sure, they had arguments but he was never disrespectful to her. She returned that behavior to him as well.

Yeah, he had anger issues and took them out on everyone else, but not her.

She was his girl, his baby, his princess, the love of his life. He was never a danger to her, she knew that. So what was she afraid of?

“Baby,” Harry whimpered.

Rose looked up at Harry and saw his teary eyes filled with hurt and she hated it. She hated seeing the man she loved look so broken.

“Harry,” she spoke softly.

He almost didn’t hear her but he was looking at her too closely to have missed it.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please don’t leave me, I love you so much, you’re all I have, please don’t leave,” Harry started to ramble, but he got cut off as Rose put her hand over his mouth.

“Babe stop,” she interrupted, “Don’t ever do it again because I will not visit you in prison, I can’t lose you, that is what I’m afraid of.”

Rose wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck as he wrapped his around her waist.

“I promise baby, I’m so sorry,” Harry apologised with a voice full of sorrow.

“You might need to find out an activity to take your anger out on,” she muttered into his neck.

“I’ll do anything as long as you stay with me,” he kissed her head while the last of his tears fell down his face.

Harry’s biggest fear is to lose Rose. After losing his mom and dad he never thought he would never have anybody else come into his life that would love him. Then he met his Rose. She was more than he could ask for.

“I love you Rose, forever and always princess,” Harry smiled down at her.

“I love you too Harry, forever and always,” Rose leaned up and kissed him.

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.

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.


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Don’t worry I’ve got a happy ending planned. But damn I really like how this is turning out. Also I’ve got another fic to share before I do the next chapter of Shape of You. Hopefully I get chapter 16 up next week =)

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Two

Nesta

I thought school was hard. All the studying and the memorizing was burning me out. I loved my studies, I loved learning and I was content with my life. Then I met him. Brown eyes and dark hair, he was a complication wrapped up in a mystery I wanted to solve. Weeks passed and I grew attached to him. I opened up my life, my heart to him. For the first time I felt something for someone other than my sisters. Then just as quickly as he came into my life, he was gone. I would be lying if I said he didn’t leave me with a broken heart. Because he left me behind, he changed me and then never looked back.

Med school was nothing compared to losing a piece of my heart I didn’t even give away. It was hard to live without a heart inside your chest. It hurt to breath most days, on my own here in the town where his ghost haunted me.

He didn’t deserve my heart, that’s what everyone kept telling me. But that didn’t mean I didn’t have hope that he would turn that car around and find his way back to me.

I didn’t let anyone in after he was gone. I went from one night stand to one night stand. My sisters got worried, they watched me decline. My grades were good, I was a shoe in for a spot at the hospital. But I wasn’t the same girl I had been before. I wasn’t happy, I had lost that when Cassian left me behind. I had lost a lot when his taillights faded from this town. I lost my heart and I lost part of myself to that brown eyed boy.

Maybe that’s why they don’t write songs about brown eyed boys, because they never stay. Because they never stick around long enough for the world to make sense again.

If I didn’t get blackout drunk on the weekends, I would go home crying. Feyre told me that was worse than the drunk horny girl she had to force out of the bars at closing time. It’s not that I wanted someone to replace him, because I didn’t. I wanted him. No one could replace the fire he started when we met. It was hard living without him, when I fell so hard for him.

Maybe it was his dark eyes, or the mysterious cloak he wore. I don’t know why but when he pressed me up against the wall in that bar, I was gone. I didn’t care who saw us, I didn’t care what happened next. I just wanted to be with him. His bad boy attitude and his black leather jacket laying on my floor were the brightest memories I had.

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When Rey first sees Finn again, he has someone with him.

(That doesn’t stop her from kissing him, obviously. And holding him for as long as she can.)

The person Finn’s with waits very politely, and Rey moves to shake her hand as soon as she can bear to separate herself from Finn.

“So, who’s this?”

“Rose,” Finn says, cracking a sideways smile. “The mechanic. We, uh. Got assigned to a thing together, and…” He tilts his head and looks at her in a way that’s probably meant to imply something.

Rey squints at Finn. She’s not good at reading these long pauses.

“I’ll tell you later,” Finn says, and Rey nods curtly. That’d probably be best; Rose is holding her polite expression very nicely but really shouldn’t be forced to stand here and listen to the couple talk.

Rey catches Rose’s eye and startles a little.

Rose has dark eyes. Like Finn’s, in a way, but also completely different; hers shine with curiosity and interest. She has a hard set to her eyebrows and mouth, despite her soft cheeks, and Rey guesses that choppy, soft haircut was self-inflicted.

Rey also guesses that she’s going to have a hard time keeping herself away from Rose, with those eyes.

Oops.

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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.

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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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