wails @ brittany bc i'm rereading our isaac/lydia
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wails @ brittany bc i'm rereading our isaac/lydia
ice cold fingers are quick to seek warmth over the soft skin of her stomach, slipping in beneath her shirt almost as swiftly as allison herself did inside the sheets of the bed, the smile currently pressed against lydia's shoulder serving as a silent answer to a question that hadn't been asked at all; no, not sorry.
❛❛ i'm cold. ❜❜
it's so hard to type when i'm not allowed to sit up but god damn it i've been chipping away at this reply all day just so i can hurt brittany's feelings
wailingway replied to your post:so, starting tomorrow i’m going to be away for a...
ARE YOU GOING TO BE OKAY DON’T LEAVE ME
YEAH i'm gonna be fine don't worry!!! i'll message u after i get out of surgery tho so you'll know everything went well~
notdamagedgoods replied to your post:so, starting tomorrow i’m going to be away for a...
what cutie
myself 8)
"Don’t pretend like you ever cared."
angst sentence meme. ( closed. )
❝ oh, come on. ❞
it’s pushed through his lips with irritation, but, his facial features are soft when he looks at her. he’s only got a day left here, and they’re fighting. again. she drives him crazy, but, instead of staying at scott’s like he’s been offered about five million times; isaac takes refuge at lydia’s. whether it’s her floor, or couch, or that one time where he actually fell asleep in her bed- he’s here.
but, fuck, she can drive him up a wall. and, her saying this only makes it worse. teeth grit a little before one of his hands move to slide along his neck while he tries to think of a slew of words that don’t make him sound like an ass. he’s trying here.
❝ i care. i don’t— fuck, lydia. i don’t care much about anyone else. maybe scott, yeah. but, even then it’s not the same. i wouldn’t come back here for scott. guess what, though? i came back for you. so, don’t fucking say i don’t care. i really, really do. ❞
this is the only time ull see a vagina isaac
#who says i wanna see a vagana
wailingway:
❛ Stop acting like you don’t wanna fuck. ❜
❛❛ did pretending to be a bitch for so long actually make you good at it? ❜❜
「 ʟ y ᴅ ɪ ᴀ 」
❛ Don’t touch me ! ❜
❝ Lydia ...! ❞
He'd tried apologizing, tried reaching out for her with nimble fingers, but his sister had brushed off every word, escaped every touch until there was space too much space between them both.
❝ Would you just stop? Please? ❞