*whispers* someone write a fic where Derek saves Stiles from a fire even though it’s terrifying for him to do because it reminds him of his family and then Stiles is all surprised and awed by it and Derek realizes that Stiles the secret love of his life almost died and then KISSING
You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.
Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your
heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam,
exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at
the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally.
You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each
one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to
unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.
You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could
really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day
and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with
everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced
yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The
library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to
shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making
sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time
was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You
know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those
puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were
He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the
same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around
though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half
weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better
word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes
it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching
you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop
and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.
He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him
last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and
see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.
me, unzipping my backpack and turning it over, causing countless syringes to cascade out like the niagara falls of biohazards: “i understand and respect that but you’re going to have to forgive my lack of sympathy”