Loving you. My hands on your pale skin. Blue magic and burning embers. Trails of kisses and unspoken words. Flickering flames and midnight snacks. The flow of trickling water and the rush of adrenaline. Static on a radio and bruised lips. Blood stained hands and a rushed "I love you."
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The Tethers We Create → Stiles Stilinski & Steve Rogers
Fanfiction• "I want to be selfish, just this once. I want to have this. I want to have you." • • "You already have me." • ______ Leaving Beacon Hills and heading to New York for spring break, Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinksi set out on a path of greatness. Or wh...