cause i wasn't really happy with how the old one turned out

50% OFF starters.
  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"
It Wasn't Real (final part)

Pairing: Taeyong x (female) reader
Genre: angst, smut, and fluff
Summary: You’re a 17 year old girl who’s never had a boyfriend, never had your first kiss, never even had sex before. But when Taeyong gave you all those things and you find out it was a bet you start to wonder. Was it all real?
A/N: so i was thinking, and i really need your opinions on this, I don’t want all my scenarios to just be focused on females if you get what I mean. I was thinking of making a male version of this, it won’t be the exact same of course, but it will be similar. I am aware that there are male fans out there. So if that’s something you would like me to do please please let me know. - Maya


Part 1 , Part 2

You felt the sun shine through the window and warm your skin. You opened your eyes, squinting at how bright the sun was. You felt an arm pull you closer and heard a groan from behind you. Memories of last night surfaced and you couldn’t help but smile so widely. You had sex - no you made love with someone that meant so much to you. You gave yourself to the man you loved. You turned around and was met with a pair of brown eyes staring at you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Even like this he was able to amaze you by his beauty. He was able to take your breath away so easily.

“Hi.” He whispered pushing strands of hair out of your face.


“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” You smiled and looked down shyly. You felt his finger lift your chin up. His smile widened as he took you in. The morning light warming you both as you laid tangled together in the sheets.

“I love you Y/N. I love you so much, please don’t forget that.”

“I love you too.” Something seemed a bit off, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. Not when he pressed his lips against yours in such a gentle manner. You loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered in the moment.

You entered the familiar coffee shop needing to get out of that dark room. You sighed as you heard those stupid chirpy bells ring. You never realized how happy they sounded until now. You kept your head down until it was your turn to order.

“Can I get a medium Americano please?”

“That will be $3.78 ma'am.”

You reached for your wallet when suddenly a hand handed the cashier four dollars. You turned around and were met with those same chocolate brown eyes. Those same eyes that caused you to melt whenever you looked at them. Those same eyes that stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Those same eyes that used to have this beautiful spark in them, but now that spark was gone.

“Actually, you know what, nevermind. Thank you.” You quickly said walking away from the cashier.

“Y/N wait! Please!”

“How could you?” So much hurt in that one question. Your eyes brimming with tears the longer you stayed. You backed away from him when he tried to reach for your hand. He sighed and ran his fingers through his white hair that you loved so much.

“What I did was awful. If I could take it back I would, you know I would.”

“Do I? Do I really because I feel like I don’t even know you! You were my first Taeyong! I told you I loved you!”

“I know and I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Y/N, but everything between us was real. The study sessions at the cafe, the late night talks, the kiss, us. Everything was real. Please, don’t go.”

Tears were streaming down his face by the time he finished. You just wanted to hold him and kiss the pain away, but you were frozen. You didn’t know what to believe anymore and it tore you apart inside.

“I opened up to you, not because of the bet, but because of who you are. You’re this amazingly beautiful and kind person and I couldn’t help but fall for you. There is no excuse for what I did and I know no matter how many times I apologize it will never be enough. Y/N you gotta know it was real. What we did was amazing for me and I know I don’t deserve you. I didn’t deserve to be your first kiss, your first time, or your first love. I don’t want to let you go Y/N.”

“What was the bet?” You whispered. You needed to know. You needed to know if hurting you was really worth it.

“They bet me that I wouldn’t be able to fuck you in a span of five months. If I won Johnny and Hansol would give me two hundred dollars each.” He said quietly not meeting your eyes.

You scoffed in amusement. Four hundred dollars was betted to get in your pants. Breaking your heart was really worth four hundred dollars?

“So those four months we spent together, it was all for fucking money. Fucking money Taeyong!” You yelled unable to keep your anger and tears locked away.

“I was stupid I know! No amount of money is worth losing you for! I’m so sorry, I love you so much. Please believe me! What we did three days ago wasn’t just fucking for me. We made love Y/N, you know that. You mean so much more to me than four hundred dollars. Just please. Please don’t leave me.” Taeyong begged. His hair messy from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. His eyes red from crying and his face flushed.

“You already lost me.” You whispered starting to walk away.

You needed to leave before you broke down. The pain became too unbearable, but deep inside you believed him. You believed everything he said. You just didn’t want to. You felt his hand grab your wrist and you pull you into his chest. He held you tightly as he cried onto your shoulder.

“No, please no. I can’t lose you. I can’t live with the fact that you hate me. I need you in my life. I can’t live without you Y/N. You became this huge important part in my life and I-” He couldn’t finish his sentence. You sobbed into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His hold on you keeping you from falling onto your knees.

“I love you Taeyong.” You whispered.

“I love you too. Please don’t leave. Please stay with me, I’m so sorry.” He kissed the top of your head and stroked your hair.

“I’m not going anywhere Tae. I’m not leaving.”

"I love you forever and always"

Request:  Anything Elijah please, I just need more Elijah

warnings: None

Authors note: Hope this is okay.I enjoyed writing this.Please feel free to request.

Did anyone see the crossover!?

My eyes shot open at the noise of the alarm clock.I was already running late as much as I wanted to just stay in bed with Elijah, I was trying to have a normal 25-year-olds life.I wasn’t going to let being a vampire stop my dreams. I resisted the urge to put my head back on my boyfriends chest and sleeping.

Pros of being a vampire- vampire speed.It wasn’t long before I had my clothes picked out.I took one last look at a sleeping Elijah before putting on my denim jacket and grabbing my travel cup of blood and leaving the room.

“Ah, y/n Love just the person I wanted to see"Klaus spoke with a smile.I knew he wanted something by the tone of his voice.Klaus was like a brother to me ever since I met the Mikaelson about 5 years ago in mystic falls.I was a newly turned vampire just learning the rules and how to control the bloodlust.Stefan was helping me control myself, fight the need to drain every ounce of blood in someone's body.Most girls are attracted to Klaus I mean I was too but ever since I saw him Elijah stole my heart sounds cheesy but it was true.You could say the rest is a very long history. 

"Klaus what can I do for you? I’m running late so can it wait till later"I asked as I looked at my watch I had 5 minutes to get to work and I really couldn’t be late.Again.

"You’re not going to work y/n I went to see your boss and told them to give you the day off.I need someone to look after Hope while I go and deal with some business"I could kill Klaus sometimes but I couldn’t be too mad I loved looking after Hope.

"Fine, who do you need to deal with now?"I asked it was always something with Klaus he could never let something go. 

"No one for you to worry your pretty little head about y/n.Now where is my brother?"Almost as if on time Elijah popped out of our bedroom ready in his suit.God I loved him in a suit.

"Brother I really wish you would stop using y/n as a babysitter"Elijah smiled as he walked closer to me.

"Morning beautiful” He smiled as he pecked my lips.

“Morning,” I murmured against his chest as I gave him a hug.I was in the mood to spend the day back in bed watching whatever crap was on Netflix.

“Right let’s go” Klaus ordered.I knew whatever this business was it was serious something had Klaus rattled.I said my goodbyes and went into Hopes room.

It was just me and little Hope most of the day until around 4 pm.

“Y/n"I immediately turned about as I put Hope down for a little nap.A day of playing was too much for the little one.I turned to see Stefan smiling at me.

"Stefan” embrassingI almost screamed running over to him embracing him in a hug.He wrapped his arms around me and instantly I knew something was wrong.Stefan was my best friend I could read him like a book.Stefan was there for me when to know one else was before Elijah I and Stefan were often mistaken for a couple although I loved Stefan with all my heart I never saw him like that.

“Whats wrong,"I asked as I broke from the hug.Looking back at me was not the Stefan I left when I came to live with Elijah.The Stefan I left was happy determined but the Stefan in front of me just look broke.It was then he told me everything that had gone off in mystic falls from Damon and Elena to his mother.He just needed a break and to be honest I needed my best friend.

I loved living her in new Orleans but I missed home.

"Right I’m not having this anymore"I stated as I moved from my seat picking up Hope as I went over to the CD player.Stefan smiled instantly knowing what I had in mind.Ever since I first met him if we need to cheer up we woul put the CD player on and dance and sing away our problems.

"Y/n I don't dance” Stefan laughed.

“Stefan Salvatore we all know that’s a lie"I laughed dragging him up.In the next few hours we laughed cook and it was really what I needed.As I put the food on the table Elijah and Klaus walked in yet again covered in blood.

"Seriously” I laughed “The amount of washing I do in this house”

“Stefan my old friend” Klaus smiled passing him a drink.There was something wrong with Elijah he was quite he only greeted me with a small smile when normally he wrapped his arms around me.Elijah made his excuses to go clean off.

“Klaus,” I said as more of a question.

“That which got into his head.He will be okay"Klaus reassured however I wasn't sure.As I made the way to our room I heard small sniffles.

"Elijah” I whispered.

“Y/n love I’m okay.The which got into my head and I just can’t lose you y/n” Elijah turned away from me not wanting to see his face.Even a year into our relationship he still hated me seeing him upset.

“Elijah your not going to loose me okay?If you like it or not I’m here to stay"I reassured Elijah turned around and gave me a warming smile.

"I love you y/n forever and always"My heart started beating out my chest as the words left his mouth.I had been wanting to hear those words for years and it may have not been how I pictured but it was still perfect.

"I-I loves you too Elijah” I smiled as he hugged me tight placing a small kiss on my lips.

“Right what’s to say we get you cleaned up and then go down and eat then curl up and watch Netflix"I smiled causing Elijah to laugh.

"Sounds perfect.”

anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//


‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.


'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’


'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’



'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.


'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.


'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.


'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.


//The end.//

Random lyrics sentence starters
  • "They make it easy."
  • "You give in to everything."
  • "There's no need to disappear. i've got room for you in here."
  • "I've been longing after you since the start."
  • "All you have to do is stop by."
  • "So shut the bedroom door and shut out the world some more."
  • "Take it easy."
  • "I'm building an empire."
  • "So little time and so much to do."
  • "This is as good as it gets."
  • "Why are you wasting your blood, your sweat, your tears?"
  • "I'm never gonna look back."
  • "Think twice, you might not like it."
  • "Only I know the ugly."
  • "I paint pretty on my face."
  • "I'll fight, I scream, I'll misbehave."
  • "Got secrets you won't see on stage."
  • "All we do is drive."
  • "All we do is think about the feelings that we hide."
  • "All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign."
  • "Sick and full of pride."
  • "California never felt like home to me."
  • "His laugh echoes down the hallway."
  • "It's so simple, but we can't stay."
  • "Over analyze again."
  • "Would it really kill you if we kissed?"
  • "It's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl."
  • "I understand that you are not impressed."
  • "I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress."
  • "I'm not going to get too sentimental."
  • "I don't know if you've been loving somebody, I only know it isn't mine."
  • "I know this world is killing you."
  • "My aim is true."
  • "Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things that you say."
  • "I can't stand to see you this way."
  • "There’s nothing you can do."
  • "Boy, she’s taking over you."
  • "Let’s misbehave."
  • "You should've been there."
  • "I would've been so happy."
  • "That was the moment I knew."
  • "I just wanna be alone."
  • "Your close friends always seem to know When there's something really wrong."
  • "He said he'd be here."
  • "What do you say when tears are streaming down your face In front of everyone you know?"
  • "What do you do when the one who means the most to you Is the one who didn't show"
  • "I'm sorry I didn't make it."
  • "I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me."
  • "You've shown me eventually what you'll do."
  • "I don't mind, I don't care, as long as you're here."
  • "Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again. You'll just come back running."
  • "And I'll take you for who you are if you take me for everything."
  • "I have the skill, yeah I have the will, to breath you in while I can."
  • "Does your heart ache when you get around me?"
  • "Does your heart break when you think about me?"
  • "I did what they thought would be good for me."
  • "Now you wanna cry call me a cheater, left you to die, though I did neither."
  • "Do your worst."
  • "I couldn't be your friend, even if I tried again."
  • "You had me all wrong."
  • "It's never enough to say I'm sorry."
  • "No matter what I do, you're always mad."
  • "I can't give you what you want and it's killing me."
  • "I'm starting to see maybe we're not meant to be."
  • "There's no way out for you and me."
  • "How I wish that we could meet again."
  • "Don't you break my heart again."
  • "I still believe that change can happen, though it's hard and it happens slowly."
  • "I still believe forgiveness comes with love."
  • "We all have our secrets."
  • "I'll never catch up with you."
  • "Shit gets dark when you lose it all."
  • "You were like home to me."
  • "Please don't close your eyes. Don't know where to look without them."
  • "I know you care."
  • "There's trouble ahead, I can feel it."
  • "You are just saving yourself when you hide it."
  • "I know you care. I see it in the way you stare."
  • "I'll be saving myself from the ruin."
  • "It wasn't always wrong."
  • "Now I don't warm my hands in your coat, but I still hope."
  • "Why can't I dream?"
  • "I can't say that I'm sorry for loving you and hating myself."
  • "It's killing me to walk away."
  • "How come you don't want me now?"
  • "How come you always lead me on?"
  • "Why don't you want to show me off?"
  • "Tell me why you couldn't try and keep me here."
  • "I see you by my house walking with a different girl."
  • "Someday soon, I won't be the one who waits for you."
  • "Have you lost the same things I have lost?"
  • "Do you know that panic I know?"
  • "I wish time was still. We'd stay right here with time to kill."
  • "You left everything behind except yourself."
  • "All I see is question marks and nothing else."
  • "You must have landed in New York by now."
  • "Please don't bring this love down."
  • "You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"
  • "I don't know how to be something you miss."
  • "I never thought we'd have a last kiss. Never imagined we'd end like this."
  • "You're showing off again."
  • "I'm not much for dancing."
  • "How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something... There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions."
  • "I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe."
  • "I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are."
  • "I hope something reminds you wish you had stayed."
  • "I never planned on you changing your mind."
  • "What did you expect from me?"
  • "I know how it's going to end."
  • "I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down."
  • "You knew all along."
  • "Try to forget me and just move on."
  • "Oh, my dear, what have I gone and done now?"
  • "I ruined the evening again."
  • "I don't have love left inside."
  • "Are you desperate for an answer?"
  • "I don't have an ounce of good left in me now, that's why I walked out."
  • "I am not the one that you should blame."
  • "Do your best to forget my name."
  • "Can you place yourself in a moment's notice, in my situation?"
  • "You've made me cold and afraid."
  • "If you gave me a chance to love you, could I come back and love you?"
  • "I gave you everything, but I couldn't give enough."
  • "You threw stones at me and said that they were thrown in love."
  • "Turns out that I don't really love you at all, 'cause love would find forgiveness."
  • "Nothing's good, nothing's right, but I love you."
  • "Turns out that I don't really love you at all."
  • "Love would find forgiveness."
  • "I felt you in my legs before I even met you."
  • "I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you."
  • "You were all I had."
  • "I was yours, right?"
  • "The crowds in stands went wild."
  • "One day, we will be remembered."
  • "For a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world."
  • "I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you."
  • "If you have children some day, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name."
  • "I've never been so ashamed."
  • "It really felt like you and me were getting better."
  • "I hope that you still want me."
  • "Don't walk away and leave me without a reason."
  • "There's too much to say that hasn't been said."
  • "I know I was wrong and I'm sorry for making the same mistakes."
  • "I know I make it hard."
  • "I know you want to want me."
  • "Wish I could take it back, but you know I can't."
  • "I hope one day you understand."
  • "This can't be the end."
  • "This is the end."
  • "Don't walk away."
Harry Styles Imagine: Forever Wasn't Meant For Us Part Three.

Here it is loves :)

Part 1

Part 2

*One Year Later*

After my falling out with Harry I decide to reinvent myself. I moved across town, exercised more, worked harder, and put dating on a hold. Of course the first few months were hard; constantly seeing his face everywhere, the nonstop phone calls and texts, and the endless amount of memorabilia I had of him. But after all the tears and sleepless nights I became someone new, someone stronger. I didn’t need a man to be happy or okay, I could survive on my own. But under all the countless barriers I had stacked up around my heart, still laid a fragile girl who still had some feelings for him, Harry. Part of me still was saying yes to him Ieven after a year, which is why I threw myself into work. Could you blame me for still having feelings for him? The man who I thought I was going to marry, have curly headed children with, and grow old with? Of course I was supposed to still have feelings for him, I prepared to spend the rest of forever with him.
“(Y/N)…(Y/N), were you even listening to a word I said?!” Lilly exclaimed snapping her fingers in front of my face. People around us in the small quaint café turned to look at us, interested in what caused her outburst.

“Hmm? Yeah Lil, you were talking about her guest list.” I replied distantly.

“Yeah and that Harry is going to be there so I’m going to need you to get your shit together and not become some crazy emotion bitch at my wedding
“You know Lil bridezilla isn’t a good look on you.” I mumbled sipping my hot coffee.
“(Y/N), you know I don’t mean to be one. It’s just this only happens once and I just want it to be perfect but I also want you to be okay. I know what you went through last year with him and I just want…”

“It’s fine Lily, I’m fine. Everything is going to be fine, don’t worry.” 

I strongly recommend you listen to Woman by the 1975s when you get to this part, like continuously listen to it throughout this whole part!!! You can find it HERE. <3

*One Month later* 

“Everyone would you please put your hands together for Mr. and Mrs. Zachary Anderson!” The D.J announced.

The crowd gathered around the double doors as Lily and Andy walked out looking happy and in love as ever. The twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling dazzled off of her dress and the dim room seemed to illuminate the two of them. They made their way to their table and smiled at all of their guests.

“Come on take seat next to me, my maid of honor.”Lily motioned to me.

“Hey Mrs. Anderson.” I smirked.

“Oh god that sounds amazing.” She murmured into my side.
“Yeah I bet, you look amazing by the way, you’ve got that bridal glow going on.” I said.
“Have you talked to him?“ She asked looking into my eyes with concern. 

“Talked to who?”

“(Y/N), don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Harry, honestly I didn’t even know he was here.”

“Oh now you’re just being an ass, he’s apart of the wedding party how could you possibly not see him!”

“Look Lily-“

“All right now it’s time for the speeches! First up is a speech from Harry Styles.” The D.J spoke

Oh no

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him at the center of the dance floor. His once curly locks were now looser and longer, his features a bit older, but his beauty still beautiful as ever.

“Urm.. thanks for that introduction. Anyway, today we are here to celebrate the joining of these two lovely people and it is right that they should be celebrated. It is, I suppose you could say, a vow for love and how it can change our lives. I know that love has changed mine. And I know that when you have something like what Zach and Lil have, you should never let it go…” He started looking directly into my eyes.

Oh god there it was.

“But this isn’t about me, it isn’t about any of us actually. It’s about Zach and Lily who made it good and found the love of their lives in each other  and I can speak for us all when I say “Congrats and good luck.’” He finished and walked off.

Everyone clapped at Harry’s speech except for me. I sat there deep in my thoughts, his words dancing around my head killing every other thought I could have potentially had for the rest of the day. What did he mean by love changing his life and never letting it go?

“Hey, are you okay?” Lily whispered into my ear.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine thanks for asking.” I reassured.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I should’ve asked Zach to look over Harry’s speech before he gave it. I know it’s still a sore subject for you.”

“Lil, aren’t you the one who should be worried over? I’m fine, really. I promise. Now go have your first dance with your husband.” I said as I playfully pushed her up and out onto the dance floor with Zach. 

Everyone gazed on adoringly at them as they slow danced to Woman by The 1975s. My heart stung a little as the song started.


“Oh Harry I love this song!” 

“Yeah me too baby.”

“Oh ,what’s the name of it? Ugh, I totally forgot!”

“I think it’s called Woman, love”

“This should be our song.”

“Yeah it should (Y/N).”

*Flashback end*

Just as I was about to head back to my table to squander in my self-pity a hand softly grabbed my shoulder.

“Hey (Y/N).” 

It was Harry. 

I looked into his sorrowful green eyes and sighed. “Hey Harry.” He looked away from me and over at Zach and Lily. 

“They’re playing our song.” He whispered as his eyes began to gloss. 

“Yeah, I guess they are.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Will you dance with me?”

“Of course.”

He lead me over to the dance floor and held me close. One of his hands were wrapped around the small of my back and the other, holding onto mine with a comfortable tightness. Almost as if he let go I would slip away. I nuzzled my head into his chest and inhaled his scent, he still smelled like cinnamon and sweet strawberry shampoo. 

“I missed us dancing to this song.” He breathed next to my ear.

“Me too.” I replied back, perfectly content with where I was. I wasn’t angry anymore, I didn’t resent him or question myself about the whole situation. Sometimes it’s okay to let go and forgive. We all make mistakes and what would true love be without tests, trials, but most of all forgiveness. In order to truly love someone, you have to be willing to forgive them even when they hurt you. Because at the end of the day, deep down inside you still love them all of your heart. 

“Do you think we could start over one day? Build back up your trust for me; so one day we can be like them?”  He asked, rubbing his hand gently up and down my back. I turned my head and saw Zach and Lily swaying to the gentle song looking totally and completely enamored with each other, as if the other put the stars and the moon in the sky.  

“Yeah Harry, I think we can, I think we can.” 

 *That’s it kiddos :) Please send in more ideas for me to write about, I really enjoyed writing this little series.Xx. *

In Defence of Emma Swan and Killian Jones

I feel like a Victorian poet or something with this title. Which is cool. So let’s proceed.

I talked to a friend at university today who also watches ONCE and is a hardcore EvilRegal. She doesn’t dislike Emma or Killian but she’s not big on them either. So her interpretation of ‘The Apprentice’ combined with some shit I’ve seen around tumblr brought on this post.

I raged about some things in the episode yesterday. There are issues I have with that episode, none of them having anything to do with Colin and Robert’s brilliant acting or Emma and Killian’s precious characters. I’m quite comfortable with blaming all my rage on Rumpel and some of it on A&E xD However, I have had some sleep, read some reviews and reactions and I’m here to tell you that Emma Swan and Killian Jones are wonderfully wonderful precious cupcakes who we need to love and protect and I’m about to go right ahead and tell you why too.

(No disclaimers needed, I do not hate on anyone here, not even Rumpel, all I’m doing is defending my favourites.)

Let’s start with Emma, shall we? I’m not gonna delve into the OOC argument. If your friend who life has been kicking down basically… their whole life, suddenly has a family and a home and is finally finding love and has the gall to be happy about if, you’re not gonna scold them and tell them to stop acting like that and be themselves now, are you? So, please, take that bullshit argument as far away from me as possible, I’m done with it.

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  • Harry: As soon as you walked into the house and made eye contact with Harry you felt a tension in the air. You took your heals off and walked over to Harry who was on his phone reading through Twitter not obtaining anything he was reading. His eyes continued to scan the screen ignoring your presence until he threw his phone onto your lap. "do you think I am dumb?" He asked after your eyes skimmed over the headline which read '[Y/N] spotted with a hot boy who isn't Harry Styles.' You shake your head at the nonsense displayed on the screen. "You honestly have to be kidding me Harry. Are you believing is garbage?" You asked locking his phone and putting it on the side table. "I see no reason not to since you aren't denying it." He says crossing his arms. "Babe, this is the same website that started the rumor that Zayn was actually a transgender." You laughed and he didn't seem to amused by your poking fun at the website. "babe, I would never cheat on you." You sighed standing up trying to show your assertiveness to the boy who towered over you. "Pictures don't lie [Y/N]." He stated anger beaming through his green eyes. "your right those photos aren't lying because I'm hugging my fucking cousin you complete dumb ass! Remember he came to visit like 3 months ago and he literally stayed in the house." You said raising your voice at the end of each sentence. His face dropped in embarrassment, he should have realized the all too familiar face of your cousin in the picture. "Damnit baby, I'm sorry." He almost whispered to you, defeat in his voice as he uncrossed his arms. "Yeah, you should be." You said crossing your arms. "If anyone, I thought you would know not to trust everything you see on the media." He wrapped his arms around you in attempt to hug you. "I know that was just so dumb. I'm so sorry." He mumbled into your neck. "It's okay. Just ask me first and let me explain, okay?" You said uncrossing your arms. "deal." He snickered.
  • Niall: He was fine all morning, the night before replaying in his mind as he got dressed to go to band practice as you slept in the bed, which he wished he could still be in. When you woke up alone you couldn't stop thinking of last night and sent a few cheeky texts to Niall. He didn't answer but he did open them so you just assumed he was too busy to reply. You clean up around the house for a while the stared to cook dinner as Niall came home. He marched his way to your shared bedroom as soon as he saw you. You brushed it off but once the meal was done and you didn't hear a noise from upstairs you decided you should go check on Niall. As you walked into your room you saw your blond boyfriend spread eagle on the bed with his head buried into the pillow, face down. "Baby, dinner is ready." You whispered, he answered with a hiccuped breath. "Babe is everything okay?" He didn't answer. "Ni, baby turn around and talk to me." He turned his head and you were greeted with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Whats the point of me even being in the band." You cocked your eyebrow at him. "There's a rumor that I left the band and some fans are like happy about it." He sobbed "I'm not good enough am I?" He asked as he chocked out another sob. "Nialler, you shouldn't let the fans get to you like this. You shouldn't read the negative stuff, you and I both know you deserve to be where you are more than anyone else. So don't let a few fans with the clear unpopular opinion ruin your day." I said as I slid my hand up his shirt to scratch his back lightly. "It just hurts, yanno." You continued your scratching as he continued to rant. "You probably think this big man who dominated last night is so sensitive and weak." He said after his rant fully rolling over. "oh no baby, your sensitive side turns me on so much." You said causing him to chuckle. "There's that smile I love to see." You said kissing his cheek and running your finger along his stomach. "Now come eat, and forget about what those dumb girls say." You said kissing his temple. "God I love you." He mumbled as you walked away.
  • Zayn: You were fuming as you sat there waiting for your best friend to arrive back at your shared flat. The hook up in your car made you want to break everything that he owned in this house. You stared at the paused tv screen which showed Zayn laying with a girl in the white Mercedes Benz that your father gave you and you still owned. You were not really mad that he took your car without your permission it was more about the fact that he slept with some random girl in the car. You looked at the picture of you and Zayn standing with Mickey and Goofy at Disney World which you flipped faced down. Even looking at his photographed face made you want to knock yourself out with a rock. Another hour rolled by before you heard a few masculine laughs that wasn't his and then heard him tell his company he will meet them upstairs. He strolled into the main room and looked at the screen which is almost impossible to ignore. "Whatcha doing [Y/N]?" Zayn giggled at the screen. "You think this is funny?" You asked, anger evident in your voice. "you think stealing my car and sleeping with a random girl is funny?" You were now standing, meeting eye to eye with Zayn. "You don't re-" you didn't give him time to finish his sentence. "That's my car Zayn and just because you are some famous person now doesn't mean you get to dick around with whatever you like!" You yelled. "[Y/N] calm down." He said putting his hands up in defense. "how dare you tell me to calm down!" You were so angry, your eyes were budging out of your head. Zayn took the yelling for a few more minutes until he finally interrupted you. "that's you!" He yelled, causing you to stop. "what?" You asked clearly confused. "that was after Niall's party, you got shit faced so I brought you to the car and laid with you. See, you can see your pink dress with the black bottom." He pointing to the dress that was clearly yours. You covering your mouth, hating yourself for everything you just said to him. "I love you [Y/N], you're my best friend. I would never do anything like that... Especially in your car." He said smirking at you. "I love you too Zayn, and I'm sorry I just lost my head." You signed wrapping your arms around his waist as he immediately swallowed you in a hug. "It okay, you were jealous." He giggled. "I was not jealous!" You said hitting his chest. "it's okay, I get jealous sometimes too." He said letting you go and retreating to his friends.
  • Liam: He was wrapped up in your arms sobbing, all the articles about his break up and the whole scandal tore him to pieces. His most recent girlfriend admitted to cheating on him more than once the night before their 2 year anniversary, this day was more than 3 months ago. The media just caught up with the news and having the whole incident thrown back in his face made his heart hurt more than anything. He thought he found the girl of his dreams, he was ready to spend the rest of his life with her, but she evidently had different plans. Soon enough he calmed himself down and tried to rid his eyes of tears. "It kills me, just thinking about it." He sighed keeping his head in the crook of your neck as you two continued to lay down. "Thank you for always being there." He said kissing you neck lightly and looking up to you. "Anytime Liam." You smiled as you traced the tattoo on the forearm that lays across your body. You loved Liam, always has and always will. You two grew up as neighbors and vowed to stay friends right before his first audition for the X-Factor. "[Y/N], do you think I will ever meet the right girl?" He questioned causing you to chuckle. "There are so many girls out there, and one day you will find the perfect girl and live in a little suburban area with your million dollar record label and pet chihuahua." You joked causing him to spit out a laugh. "And if all else fails we live together and grow happily old together with Mr. Whiskers and a tall glass of whiskey." The tears were completely gone and substituted with his infectious laugh. "Part of me wishes she never told me yanno, I mean sure I've read the articles over the past few months but I never thought they would be true." He said crossing his arms. "She really got me." The room fell silent as we watched the ceiling fan spin. "Liam, you deserve the world, and don't you ever forget that." You whispered. "I promise I won't." He smiled his eyes shifted close.
  • Louis: Louis was currently sitting across from you with his arms crossed. The stare down between you two was so intense that you could feel it in your bones. "This is a waste of my time." You said standing up and going to walk away. "isn't everything?" He questioned. "what's that supposed to mean?" You snarled biting your lip. "According to everyone I'm a waste of your time." He said pulling the box of death sticks out of his pocket. "and apparently these are more worth it." You gasped at the box of cigarettes that now sit in front of you on the table. "You and I both know those aren't mine." You use to smoke, a lot more than your average teenager should, but you went cold turkey last year on your 20th birthday. In no way was that your decision but Louis wanted you to, so you did. "This box may not be yours, but this is exact type of cigarettes which were in your hand when these pictures were taken." He slid his phone across the table. You scoffed at the picture and read through the article that claimed that you've been smoking since you were 14 and the article stated that you had no intention of stopping. "You know what these things can do to you [Y/n], are you trying to die?" He asked. "I can't even bare the thought of having to lose you, and I read all these tweets and see all these photos of you smoking it makes me sick." He was now squeezing the bridge of his nose. You had no idea why he was getting so bent about this. "Louis I haven't smoked in a year, and not to mention this picture was taken before I even met you." You explained sliding the phone back at him. "So next time know your facts before you come to question me and stress yourself out." You then threw the pack of cigarettes back at him and walked away.
  • -jenni