#wesacrifice

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☂: Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

@there-is-blood-on-my-hands. We haven’t talked OOC in a long time–I blame time differences and work–but she was always so so sweet to me. Any verse I tried out, she absolutely loved and ran with. She made trying out new things with Stiles so comfortable and fun. I never felt scared to give her something new to play off of. She’s a huge reason why I’m so quick to make new verses and not care what anyone thinks. Miss you, Charlie!

ツ: An OC you created that you are proud of?

I’m so bad at narrowing these down, but I have a supernatural OC I’m quite proud of: Armand, a talkative half-English half-Puerto Rican librarian, who has a bad case of the Jekyll and Hydes, if you catch my drift. 

☂: Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

It was the night she broke up with him. He hadn’t cried there, but when he’d gotten home he ended up curled into a ball on his bed with silent tears streaming down his cheeks. They would end up together, he truly believed that. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt in the meantime.

[unsent]: I don’t know if I can do this.

——-

He was sitting on the hood of Stiles’ jeep where they were parked at the clifftop. It was a beautiful night and it reminded him of all the times they’d met there to escape everything and just be together. It’d been a month into the summer since she left. He was respecting her wishes for space by not calling or texting. His best friend had seen how torn over he was about it and invited him out, he hadn’t known about the spot. They were eating when the song came on that festered the open wound he swore he could feel on his chest. It was the first time he traced two circles absently on the hood, ignoring the look from Stiles.

[unsent]: I miss you. I wish you were h-

——-

Three months. Scott hadn’t heard a word from her and he was beginning to wonder if he ever would again. There wasn’t even a happy birthday text. But still, he believed.

[unsent]: I think I’m going to get a tattoo.

——-

She was back. Without a word, she was back. He still couldn’t believe it. They were going to talk… and then they didn’t. Everything happened so fast and there wasn’t time to. It got put on hold and then he had to tell her about her mom. But even that had been cut short and now he’s laying in bed exhausted, still thinking about her. Not sure if he should call or text, wonders if she’s mad at him.

[unsent]: I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you sooner.

——-

There was a look. There’d been a lot of looks, but no actual words. On one hand, the two of them didn’t need them. They’d always been able to read each other. A look, a nod, acceptance. Allison had a connection with Isaac, Scott felt something for Kira. Eyes met at a crowded party and that was it. Only, he knew there had to be more.

[unsent]: I want you to be happy. I want us both to-

——-

It’d been a long day. They had the funeral in the morning, her casket had been bathed in sunlight. He’d gotten up to talk, but Stiles had to finish for him after he broke down the third time. Chris had a reception where he told everyone he was leaving for France, another blow had come from Isaac who said he’d be going with him. Scott couldn’t blame him. There were days he’d spent in bed, barely moving, barely speaking. He’d gotten out today though, known she would’ve dragged him out sooner if she could’ve. Now it’s dark and he’s sitting at their bridge, another one of their spots. Alone.

         “Are you calling me fat? I need twizzlers right now alright? Only the red ones and I swear if you laugh you’ll get a taser to the crotch.”

         "Alli! No, of course I'm not calling you fat. It's good that you have an appetite, it's better than you being sick. But fine — fine, I'll get you red twizzlers, no laughing, but what about a smile?"

          “No…” Her muffled voice said otherwise, her voice obstructed by the mentioned Oreos.