"They think I'm insane
they think my lover
is strange."
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"Lydia." Brian said from beside the smoking teen.
"Brian." She mocked, letting the smoke fly in the air.
"I need to go." He said.
"Then go." She answered, clearly not interested.
"I can't just go, you need to sneak me out." He said, snatching her ciggerate.
"Don't take my shit." She growled, taking it back.
"If you want some, ask." She added, smoking it again.
"Give me some." He demanded, wrapping a hand around Lydia's neck.
Lydia was use to this, considering she pretty much had sex with every type of man.
The sloppy, the prepared, the lovers, and the kinky.
"Here." She opened her mouth and let the smoke fill his.
"I hate you, you little tease."
"Don't they all?"
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This a very mature story.
Read with caution.
Human Au.
Stydia Au.
Endgame Au.
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Basket Cases • Stydia Au
Fanfiction"Sure they were bruised and sure they were broken. But they were both in love with the other." -- Stiles Stilinski, son of the abusive, drunk sheriff. Sleep deprived, anxious and promblimatic. Lydia Martin, pretty on the outside, bruised on the insi...
