just didn't get around it until now

elvls  asked:

we didn't have a cashier this morning, because he no call/no showed. so it was just me and my manager, and we can't do the breakfast rush by ourselves (it gets really busy) so we didn't open until another girl could come in around 8. we were telling customers and most were good, but a regular yelled "What?! I should get a free freeze then!" ... no? "So it's my fault you have no cashier?" yep. now it is

Got7′s Reaction to you pretending that you can’t speak Korean when they say something mean

Thanks! I’m glad you like the reaction and I hope you keep liking them :)


*You knew he was about to say something mean so right after he said it you pretend that you didn’t understand what he just said.*

Y/N: *in English* “I swear he best not say it again or he’s going to die today…”

*You tried saying it as fast as you could so he wouldn’t understand, which somewhat worked. But he could still tell that you were mad so he gave you a back hug. (you’re Mark).*

BamBam: *in Korean* “So now you’re pretending you don’t know Korean?” *mocks you by trying to say what you said in English.*

*You’re literally just Mark.*


*He started to laugh after he said that you didn’t looked good with what you had on. So you pretend that you didn’t understand what he just said.*

Y/N: *in English* “I look nice in this.. Right? Yeah, I think it’s fine.*

Yugyeom: *in Korean* “No, it actually doesn’t. I personally like the one you had on earlier.” *laughs*

*You look at him with the maddest face ever and while he still laughing you push him out of the bathroom which he probably fell lol.* (you’re JB)


*You two were just making fun of each other all day, which was pretty funny and fun, until he decided to take it to the next level. He decided to make fun of the way you spoke Korean. At first it didn't bother you but the he kept doing it and it annoyed you and made you get angry. He saw that you started to get angry and stopped doing it.*

Youngjae: “Yah! Don’t get angry! we’ve been doing this all day… we’re just joking around.”

*You were angry at him so you completely ignored what he just said and pretend you didn’t understand.*

Y/N: *in English* “You want to keep making fun of me go ahead.. Now I’m only going to speak English and you’re not going to understand a word I say. Just watch.”

*Obviously you spoke so fast that he didn’t understand so he just threw out whatever English he could think of at that moment that would make you stop being mad, which it low key did.. (because the way he says it is just hilarious)*


*You two were waiting for the rest of the guys to come so while you waited you started to listen to music and sing (in Korean) since you were bored. JB just sat there next to you and laughed.*

JB: *in Korean* “You shouldn’t sing in Korean… It doesn’t suit you.. Go back to singing in English.” *laughs*

*You try to ignore what he said and pretend you didn’t understand but you got so angry about what he just said that you just had to respond.*

Y/N: *in English* “Fine JB! If you don’t want me singing Korean I won’t. I’m not even going to speak it anymore.”

*He has no idea what you just said but he could tell you got mad so he looks at you straight in the eyes and laughs.*

JB: “Jagiyaaaa…. Joke.”


*He knew you’d get mad but he said it anyway because he just wanted to mess with you.*

Junior: *in Korean* “Yah! Why is your dinner today tasting horrible? Don’t you know how to cook?” *laughs*

Y/N: *in English* “What is Korean? Like I have no idea what you just said.. Did you say something bad about my cooking? Because like… Are you going to cook instead?” *serious face*

*He knew you just asked him a question but he didn’t really understand what you said so he just (gif).*

Y/N: “That’s what I thought..”


*You were still learning Korean but you could speak it pretty well since now that’s the only language you hear but you still made some mistakes here and there. Mark thought it would be funny to make fun of you when you made a mistake so when he heard you make one, he took that chance.*

Mark: *in Korean* “Jagi, why don’t you stop speaking Korean… You just keep making mistakes. Just talk in English, it’s so much better for you.”

Y/N: *in English with anger in your voice (you’re literally Jackson right now)* “Sorry, I don’t speak Korean and don’t understand what was really said so can you like translate.”

Mark: *laughs* “Yes!”

*You just stand there looking at him while he laughed but then he came up to you and gave you an ‘I’m Sorry’ hug with a kiss which made your anger go away.*


*Right after he said it, he knew you were going to get mad so he quickly hugged you while he laughed.*

Y/N: *pretending not to know what he just said* “Why are you hugging me? Stop.. Get away.” (you said that in English of course lol)

*He then would start to say sorry and to not get mad at him, that he was only joking.*

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A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world. 

Until Sam goes out for a supply run.

Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans. 

Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.

The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”

Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”

For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”

Eleanor stared up at the box of cereal she wanted with disdain. It was up on the highest shelf and pushed all the way to the back. It was also the last box. She walked looked at either ends of the aisle, alone for the time being. She didn’t want to go bother an employee for a ladder to get it down for her. Eleanor put her basket down and stepped onto the shelf second from the bottom, lifting herself up to be able to reach the box. She grasped for it, fingers just grazing the edge of the box. She cursed her average 5′5 frame mentally and stretched, getting her fingers just around the edge when a noise behind her startled her. Her hand slipped from her she was holding onto the shelf for safety and she slipped backwards, landing hard and ungracefully on the floor. “Ow,” was all she said, a pain radiating in her ass where she’d fallen. And the box was still on the shelf, mocking her. 

anonymous asked:

omg!! i just read a text post on protectmarkjin and it was about 2jae when JB did a sexual hand gesture and Youngjae reacted to it. and now i'm wondering if you know about it because i didn't and i'm freaking out!

Hello, my dear!!

I had actually only been vaguely aware of this exchange until I came across this beautiful gifset that shows the exchange with explanations!! Honestly, I cannot get over it because do you SEE Youngjae’s face?? He is so fake scandalized and amused, and Jaebum looks so proud of himself!!

[GIF by mjbm]

Like, honestly, I just love this moment because, like Danielle pointed out, it could be interpreted as either just them joking around or it could be Jaebum lowkey confessing again, but either way I just love the way it shows how playful they are together! The fact that they make dirty jokes to each other just delights me for some reason, haha! It’s like my lowkey obsession with this moment from the first episode of GOT7ing.

I just get so incredibly amused by this entire exchange, and I find the way Youngjae actually turns to Jaebum and then they share their amusement at the dirty reference together to be just really… is it wrong to say adorable??? I’m just so fond of the idea of the two of them having inside jokes and references, and if some of them are dirty, well… perhaps there’s a reason based on 2jae’s history of, well, a certain level of interactions! ( x x x )

There is also a Saiyan Husbands Club. Even if said husbands don’t exactly know it yet.
  • When the club was just Goku and Vegeta, it started off as nothing more than the usual competitive schtick. “I trained in 150 G this weekend, Kakkarot.” “Really? So did I!”
  • “My son Trunks beat up some punk trying to take his mom’s purse.” “Really? My son beat up a dinosaur trying to eat Chi-Chi!”
  • “My son is better than your son!” “Are you sure, Vegeta? Because my son-” “JUST SHUT UP!”
  • Later Goku and Vegeta actually do some healthy bonding activity that wasn’t sparring. Like the time they both forgot about Mother’s Day until Trunks and Goten reminded them and they found themselves taking an emergency trip to the mall. They ended up competing over who could get their wife the best gift.
  • They had to stop sparring at Capsule Corp. after they broke the gravity room for the nth time and Bulma just got tired of it all and told them to can it.
  • There was that time they went to Toriyamaland with their sons. Goku, Goten, and Trunks especially enjoyed the “It’s a Small Universe” ride. Vegeta glared at the little Namekians and humans singing and barely had to refrain from blowing up every little automaton he could see.
  • Once in a while Vegeta actually visits Goku’s family at Mt. Paozu with his son. Chi-Chi is actually surprised and pleased that Vegeta also enjoys her food- up until he and Goku end up fighting over the last dumpling/sushi/beef flank. “She’s my wife, so it’s mine!” “You already ate that entire table! Stop being so greedy, you clown!” “You ate the last fried shrimp, so we’re calling it even!”
  • When Gohan got married, he also got brought into the club-that-didn’t-exist whenever Goku visited his new home…and Vegeta trailed along just to find something to gripe over with his rival. Gohan ends up being the glue for their conversations when Goku starts giving him tips on married life and Vegeta starts interjecting with his own snarky comments. It is unanimously agreed upon to never broach the subject of the bedroom, however.
  • The only girl who knows about the club is 18, who joined without them even knowing it. (Sound familiar?) With her strength and being married to a human just like the other three, she actually opens up discussion even more. “Okay, how do you guys manage to wash dishes without breaking them?” “Wash dishes? What?” “…You guys are hopeless.”
  • “So Gohan, how did you manage swinging Videl around without accidentally throwing her into the air on your first try?” “Well dad, you gotta-” “This conversation is ridiculous!” “Okay Vegeta, how do you swing around Bulma without her getting hurt?” “…”
  • Once they accidentally stumbled upon the Saiyan Wives’ Club with 18. 18 just stood by and tried not to smirk as the wives tried to explain that they were shopping for a fishing trip. The husbands were just confused.

anonymous asked:

people saying those things are so shitty. reminds me of when pnc started people said it was about larry or didn't wanna take part because the people who started it were larries. and after louis repeatedly mentioned it and thanked us for it, they now try to say that it wasn't larries who started it and organised it. like it's not relevant to it (larry) but it's so stupid that the boys has to hate everything we do until we do something they love, then it didn't happen.

Yea it’s the same now. We always promoted it as one direction project, not Louis project, not Larry project. I know about non larries supporting the project even though they think the meaning is different. And that’s ok even though you just can’t take one part of the meaning away from the song, but that’s a different story. Some people are going around telling people it’s a larry project and not to support it and blahblahblah and obviously once it gets bigger they are then going to go screaming that it never was a project coming from larries and that it is work of the whole fandom. I honestly don’t care. I am glad for the support we have and this is going to happen anyway so:)

anonymous asked:

Oliver getting mad at Annalise because she overworks Connor

Oliver curled protectively around Connor, pulling him close into the comma-shape of his body, with Connor’s back snug against his chest.

It was only 7:15pm. Connor was still wearing the tank top and boxers he wore under his work clothes, too tired, it seemed, to shower or put on his pjs.

Connor’s hands held Oliver’s at his waist, fingers laced and squeezing. “Don’t be mad,” words punctuated with a yawn.

“I’m not mad at you,” Oliver said and kissed the back of Connor’s neck.

“You’re mad at something. I can feel it.”

Oliver frowned. He was mad. Furious even. It was Friday, and this was the first night all week Connor had been home before ten. Even still, he might have been able to bury down his anger if Annalise didn’t need Connor to go in to work the coming Saturday and Sunday both.

Tucked beside him, Connor burrowed and sighed. “You don’t have to stay here with me.” Even though his hands clung no less tightly to Oliver’s. “I know it’s still early.”

“I’d rather hold you than be anywhere else.”

Connor laughed, light and brief. Oliver was sure it would have gone longer if he hadn’t been so tired. Now, Annalise was stealing Connor’s laugh as well as his time.

“You’re too good to me,” Connor said.

“You deserve good things.”

“I already have the best thing.” Connor twisted and pressed a kiss to Oliver’s cheek and then his lips. He must have felt Oliver’s frown. When he pulled away, he was frowning too. “You are angry.”

“It’s not you.”

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anonymous asked:

Oh god that scenario you made was totally adorable!!! <3 <3 Could you do another one with 2P!France?? Pwease :3

((Im assuming you mean the “First Steps” scenario with 2P!Canada? XD Yeah, i’m just gonna assume that one. I’ve been getting a couple 2P!-specific requests with that theme since i posted that; at least i know that you guys dig the fluff, since you guys can be pretty angsty trolls XD. BTW, the stupidly ironic name for this child is gonna be Adelaide….because Guys and Dolls is the shit))

Scenario: *Just Stupid Fluffiness: First Steps (2P!France; Francois Bonnefoy)

You were getting ready to head off to work, passing by your fiancee, Francois, who was sitting on the couch watching what seemed to be a game of soccer ((or football, for you non-Americans)). Sitting on the floor between his legs was your daughter Adelaide who seemed to be just as immersed in the game as her father was; although, you were sure that it was more out of wonder for the TV itself as opposed to the game. Her shining purple orbs reflected the TV screen as she watched with wide-eyed awe. The soft curly hair framing her face also matched that of Francois (and the small curl beginning to sprout from the top of her head definitely gave away that she was his daughter), but the locks were your hair color instead. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the two dorks with their gazes set dead-on the TV in front of them; when was the last time you found them doing anything else as you head out for work? the fact that you couldn’t even vaguely recall a time was sad enough to bring you behind the couch, resting your arms on the cushion beside your fiancee’s head.
“Francois? Would you mind doing me a favor today?” you asked, leaning your head closer towards him in hopes of increasing your chances for a verbal response this time around. This seem to pay off too, because the blonde spared a minute away from the TV screen to instead fixate his gaze on you.
“Depends; what exactly is this favor?” he asked, his gruff french accent working well with his ruffled and disheveled appearance. His untamed mane and half-buttoned shirt spoke for how little activity he had planned for today besides watching the game.
“Well, i was wondering if you could teach Adelaide how to walk. I’ve been trying to get around to it for a while, but i just never seem to have the time, and considering….” before continuing, you gestured to the many soda cans and snack wrappers he had lying haphazardly across the coffee table. Even Adelaide seemed to find entertainment in a recently-finished can of Pepsi that her father had neglected to throw away. “….all that you have going on here, i’m assuming you got time to kill.”
Finally taking a proper look at the room for himself, Francois gives a look of slight defeat as he lets out a small sigh and once again cranes his neck up towards you.
“Sweetheart, if you want me to clean up can just ask.” he says with a slight chuckle. Giving him a smile, you brushed a stray curl out of his face before giving him a kiss on the forehead, to which he responded with an appreciative hum.
“After you teach her how to walk. Goodbye, sweetheart.” You say, then looping around the couch to meet with the toddler now banging the soda can on the floor. “And goodbye to you too, sweetie.” You say, kissing the babbling girl on the top of her head.
“Have a good day at work, darlin’.” He bid roughly, the natural huskiness in his tone causing him to clear his throat softly after you closed the door. Upon your departure, he sat up from his slouched position on the couch, now resting his elbows on his knees as he ran his long fingers through his hair and looked down at his daughter resting on the floor. Adelaide turned herself around to meet his amethyst gaze with her own, giving a curious look as her fingers still fumbled with the can.
Already sensing the tediousness of the task lying ahead of him, Francois let out a groan before scooping up his daughter and walking to take her to the backyard, where he hopes the fresh air and open surroundings would encourage her to do more than crawl.

“You’re going to make this extra difficult for papa, aren’t you?” he asked with a tired look in his eye, noting how his child was now quite literally crawling around him in circles. It was as if she was purposely mocking him, and the devious glint in her orbs definitely gave away that even she knew she was proud to be doing something that evidently displeased the frenchman (even if she didn’t fully understand why it was annoying him in the first place).
This routine had been going on for just over two hours, and the merciless amount of sunlight that Francois had been receiving in the meantime was more than making up for the several straight days he spent in his dark living room. Adelaide didn’t seem to mind though, in fact she seemed to relish in being outside for a change; it was surely motivating her to be more active, just not in the way Francois was hoping it would.
Exasperated, Francois sat back on the grass, taking a breather to contemplate other ways to teach his daughter to walk. Maybe Google was the best resource? As he was thinking of this, he couldn’t help but notice the way that his daughter was playing with the soccer ball lying a few feet in front of him. She seemed to be trying to move it the way she saw on TV, except she was instead resorting to crawling on top of it. Amused by her actions, Francois got back up with a huff and walked over to her, taking both of her small hands in his own to stand her up. Upon getting the support she needed, he saw her reaching her legs out to kick the ball.
After this, a brilliant scheme began formulating in the groggy mind of the blonde. This would almost be too perfect.

“Guys, i’m home!” You called out, but was shocked to see that the living room was empty. Honestly, you had quite forgotten how the room even looked without your husband sitting on the couch; though, you could see the mess was still lying there. Upon observing this, you hoped that he had at least begun teaching Adelaide how to walk, like you asked him to; if not, there’d be some serious problems….for him, at least. Beginning your hunt, you wondered where they could've went off to in the house; you checked your bedroom, the nursery, the dining room, and even the kitchen! You didn’t even think to check the backyard (the one scarcely used for anything else besides the occasional late-night beer hangout with friends), until you heard the familiar faint laughter of a little girl coming from behind the house.
Upon looking outside, you were surprised to see Francois skillfully dribbling a soccer ball between his feet, baiting a stumbling Adelaide as she attempted to reach the ball.
“You….I can’t believe you actually did it.” You said in slight awe, unable to mask the genuine surprise in your voice. Francois didn’t take any offense to it though as he then swiftly passed the ball to Adelaide, who dropped to the floor immediately to play with it, before walking over to greet you.
“Welcome back, mon cher. You have a good day?” he asked as he gave you a kiss on the cheek while wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You welcomed his hold with a smile as you responded with content lacing your tone.
“I did, even better now that i see you’ve done some good work while i was gone. Apparently she’s a soccer-fanatic like you, then?” you asked, hugging him around the waist as you gave him a small kiss on the lips.
“Ah, well, at least she had good taste.” he responds lovingly, interrupted when he felt a small tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he saw Adelaide gazing up at him with the soccer ball in hand. It was evident from the look in her eye that she wanted to play with him again.
“Ah, one moment, mon petit.” he dismisses, but is once again cut off when she gives him a set of puppy eyes that could warm the heart of even the coldest man. Seeing the effect it had, you gave Francois one last squeeze before letting go of him to go inside.
“I’ll leave you guys to play for a couple more minutes. Though, i want to see you both cleaned up before dinner.” You said firmly, seeing Adelaide smile upon seeing her father reach down for the ball, to which she happily handed it to him.
“Alright. Now, Adelaide, show papa what you got.” he encouraged as he once again began dribbling the ball away from the toddler, who followed after him with shaky steps.
You prepped dinner by a window so that you could see them playing outside merrily until he finally scooped her up and invited her inside to get cleaned up before dinner.
It was times like these that reminded you how grateful you were to have a great husband and father to your child like Francois. Even if he was a little rough around the edges, it didn't do much to disguise his softer interior that you couldn't help but fall in love with every time.

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((*long exaggerated sigh* wOW, that took awhile. I just now noticed how many scenarios i have in my inbox that are 2P!France-specific, so i’m wondering why that is. I mean, i already know this particular scenario-theme is popular because of the one i did with 2P!Canada, so was there a recent scenario that you guys really liked with him or something? I can’t help but feel like this i all kinda coordinated XD))

anonymous asked:

Didn't someone say that the whole 'some fans guessing the endgame "plot twist" around the beginning of the show and the writers getting mad and treating that group of fans like shit until in the end they were proven right and the writers pretend they didn't do anything wrong' happen in Lost? Either you or someone other really smart person in Swen said that. Sounds pretty reflective of what's happening now with this show.

i think that was @ashermajestywishes, but yes, it would definitely explain their SWENphobia and the SQ interpretation becoming more and more obvious as the show winds down. or they’re just assholes. hard to say. 

I’ve see these artgiffy-thingies around and wanted to make one too (+also because I can’t stream or make a video atm~ x’D)
…Aaaand well, basically it’s not the steps of how I did this in the right order, it’s just the layers I have for the pic in the end. (my methods are horrid) X’D

Click here to the actual finished pic~

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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