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Rescue | Kat & Miles
Miles glared down at her, and with only that glance he felt a sudden sadness. It was like a punch to the gut and he felt a breath hitch in his throat. This was it. He couldnât take it anymore, and after trying to be strong for so long he could feel himself slowly begin to crack like glass. When she backed away from him, he let himself fall to his knees. If anything he should have been the one that was tugging onto her shirt telling her to not let anything go to waste. He was more than grateful, she should have known that; he was only scared more than anything. One wrong move and he could have lost her like all the others in the past. âI should be the one saying that.â The brunette muttered under his breath, watery eyes hovering over her own. âBut all I can ever say is sorry because you never deserved any of this.â And when I try too hard things never work out.
Tears ran down her cheeks when he didn't take her blood. She just let it drip not making any attempt to wrap her wrist. "Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!" She cried. "I wanted this! I want us to be together! I'm not leaving you, ever!" Kat then forcefully put her wrist to his mouth. "Now drink!" Kat demanded. "Please!" She cried, she couldn't stand him being hurt. It was told that blood would heal vampires thirst and wounds.
Teen Wolf / Maze Runner Crossover AU. They donât remember who they are. They donât remember how they got here. They donât remember each other⊠or do they? Why do these âstrangersâ feel so familiar? You can run, but you canât hide and there are worse things than werewolves in these woods. Will they ever escape the Maze?Â
The Maze Runner: Stydia AU (âĄâżâĄâż)
Newt totally braided Lydiaâs hair
AU: Serial killers
Allison finds out about Stiles âhobbyâ and decides to join him and let him mentor her.
She could have been shocked after hearing the explanation. But she really wasnât. In fact it had no impact over her whatsoever. But suddenly something snapped and Beatrice realized the right thing would probably be help the girl. This were small things she was trying to remind herself of. Doing no more than simply raising a hand, she watched in silence as the strangerâs wounds started to heal.
Kat watched as the bruises faded, as if it didn't happen. A stranger healing her out of kindness, one of the last things she had expected. All Kat was feeling was pain, chaos and strife, no happiness. Now that the bruises had faded, she didn't feel happiness but emptiness. Everything that happened was just a memory, not worth the pain and suffering but she still felt empty.
Staying quiet she had rubbed her wrist hoping for pain but it wasn't there. Pain was the one thing that kept her alive. Swallowing hard, she managed to speak "Thanks..." Her throat cracked. She didn't know how much longer she could stay in the training room without feeling embarrassed or awkward around the stranger. Remembering Miles telling her to stop getting hurt, stop hurting herself, cause one day she will end up dead.
Death did not scare her. She experienced the feeling of death when Ender told her good bye that long ago, accepting the emptiness and when he came back, she still felt empty. Happy to see his face, but her emotions could not show it on the outside of her body. For weeks she had dreamed Ender drowning, and Kat jumping in to save him but to only drown herself with him awaiting death.
After getting out of her thoughts she looked at the girl, she looked like a good person. The type of person that is a nurturer. Kat remembered when she used to be like that, care so much. But now everything's changed, every time she cares or tries to help someone she is pushed away. She still felt thankful for the girl's generosity. "I'm Kat." She managed a smile across her face, more of a force because it was hard for her to naturally smile these days.Â
Rescue | Kat & Miles
When he heard the distant footsteps among heartbeats, he felt a sense of relief. The familiar feminine voice brought upon him comfort, but the pain still lingered. He didnât pay attention to her words; their heartbeats thudded too loudly in his head to feel arsed to. Miles let out a loud whimper when he her attempts on pulling the object out began. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut when she continued. It almost felt like the first time he stepped out into the sunlight, this time only it pulsated through his very core. After a while of her attempts, he felt a swift, sharp pain strike him and it lingered there for a moment which left him groaning, hissing as he squirmed helplessly on the floor. His senses had heightened. He knew it because of how stronger her aroma had become and how he was able to make out the objects in the darkness again. When she lifted her wrists towards his lips, he shoved  them away almost immediately; a pained look plastered across his features. âYou need to stop that,â he breathed out, dark orbs trained on her bleeding wrists. âOr youâre going to get killed one of these days.â The brunette pointed out, his tone raising slightly. âYouâre supposed to care more about yourself not put your life at stake!â
Kat winced immediately after he had pushed her away. She let the blood spill onto her leg now. Not understanding why he doesn't want to take her offer. "I just wanted to help...you're in pain...and I just want to help, please don't let this go to waste." She said softly, holding her wrist there, she looked away from him. Eyes watering, she fell forward catching herself holding onto his t-shirt tightly in her hands. "I can't let you suffer like this! I just wanted to help!..." She cried, then let go and scooted away slowly.
Slowly Beatrice approached the girl, carefully analyzing her wounds. Then tilting her head to the side, an innocent look on her face, she found herself absurdly apathetic to the situation, and not bothering to help, Tris asked. âWhat happened to you?â
Kat did not make eye contact with her as she had looked at her wounds "I was beaten by somebody...it's nothing."
I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot.