Isaac: "Show me you scars?" Issac whisper in your ear, you turned towards him.
"Why?" You asked nervously,
"Because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there"
Liam: "Hey Y/N?" Liam calls from the bathroom,
"Yes?"
"What's this blade doing in your make-up bag?" Your heart skips a beat.
"My razor broke in the shower so I put in it there until I could find a safe way to get rid of it" you reply. "What were you doing in my make-up bag anyway?"
" I was uhh trying to find something to cover up this pimple on my forehead" he blushes as you remove the pink eye shadow from his forehead.
"Well I don't think pink is really your colour" you smile, fixing him up. "Brand new"
His smile fades as he looks at your thighs in your shorts. "What are those?" he points to the small cuts on your legs. He takes the razor from your make up bag, "Your razor didn't break did it?"
You shake your head as your eyes well up with tears "Please don't hate me"
He tightly embraces you, "I could never hate you but you can't hurt yourself anymore. Call me anytime you feel like you need to"
Peter: Peter teased you all the time, playfully to him but he never knew the impact it had on you. He made you feel worthless, like you didn't deserve to be loved and yet you stayed with him. You fought through everyday trying to maintain your grace and dignity. Peter thought you found his jokes funny, clever and never gave it a second thought until he walked in on you crying in your bedroom. You sat on your floor, your legs covered in dark and light bruises.
"Y/N?" He sat by your side, rubbing your back. You didn't want to look fragile in front of your werewolf boyfriend but you couldn't hold it in anymore. You told him your feelings, how his words hurt. For the first time, you saw him cry. "I can't believe I've been doing this to you for so long. I'm so stupid."
You wiped away each other's tears as he promised to never make a joke at your expense again and vowed to make every day like the first day you met.
Jackson: You felt Jackson's hands around your waist as you woke up, his chest rising and falling steadily. It was like the calm before the storm. You enjoyed the peaceful sounds the morning brought and the wood that poked into your back as he scooted closer to you. You turned over and kissed his soft, slightly chapped lips. "Good morning"
"Hello sexy." He loved calling you that. You kissed him as he ran his hands up your legs over your hips. He stops at the waistband of your (his) boxers and pulled them down slightly. He traced the lines on your skin with his fingertips with thoughts running through his mind. Are there new ones? What if you weren't happy? Was he not enough? His heart sank as he thought about not making you happy.
He opens his mouth to speak but your finger presses against his lips. "I know what you're going to ask. No, I haven't even thought of it. Yes, you make me happy. You make me so unbelievably happy, I didn't know I was capable of loving someone so much until I met you. Don't doubt yourself because you, Jackson Whittemore, are the best thing that's ever happened to me"
Just a reminder... You are worth it, so please keep going.