Stock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

To the public eye, her life is perfect. To him, she is a perfect. To him, she is a princess. ****************** "Our story's anything but a fairytale but I wouldn't have it any other way" - Luke Hemmings

Little do we know that when we fight our own demons, we can fall in love with them as well.

[ON HOLD] Her whole body is bloody and scarred. His torso and legs are bloody and scarred. *** Her soul is clouded with hate, self hate. His thoughts are occupied with hate, self hate. *** She don't care what others say. He cares about what others say. *** She walked alone. He walked alone *** But suddenly they walk together.

"who is this?" "if i told you then you wouldn't want to text me anymore."

"We can live in a broken home together." [A.I.] **TRIGGER WARNING !!!!!!!!!!: includes death, cancer, self-harm, and depression** ***COMPLETED: 3/14/16*** cover art credit to mylastnameiscuadrado on instagram

"You want me, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath forming goosebumps on my bare arms. "Thats a lie, Luke." "That's what you want me to think. You like playing hard to get." Shit. He knew me too well. "Am I wrong?" his lean arms played with the straps of my tank top as I struggled not to sigh. "No."

It's you, May. You're what I want forever. [COMPLETE] achievements: #1 in fanfiction

'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'