#annirps

[crownedmidas]

Give Love A Chance || @annirps 

“Give a girl compliments and she throws it away,” June shook his head, a slow grin forming on to his lips as she began to walk away. She would be perfect; absolutely 100% perfect, from her eyes to her legs, to the way she held herself. He turned towards his friends. “I’m going to marry that girl,” he announced, earning a round of scoffs and eye rolls, protests of how she clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and pleading for him to let this one go. Juniper decided then and there he’d never let her go. 

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Mason & Lily -- 

[text] Where are you?

Elliot & Libby -- 

[text] So good news and bad news.

[text] Good news, you have the best ass in town. 

[text] Bad news, Missy's husband saw. 

[text] I think you have a new admirer. 

Ace & Clover -- 

[text] I miss you too. 

Lu & Ivy -- 

[text] My dick misses you. 

[text] The things I want to do to you right now. 

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Naia/June: "I’d like it if you stayed."

With all their lovers quarrels, June had to laugh, a bitter sound, not like his usual hearty sound, but with all joy drained, and hatred remaining. What he hated most was that she had predicted this. She had predicted that things would go poorly, from the very moment they met, yet he was right as well. He had predicted she’d fall in love with him, swore up and down she would, and when he turned -- to tell her to go fuck herself, at that, he saw it in her eyes. He had been right, just as she had.

He was a fool, an utter and complete fool not to turn away right then and there, to leave her standing on her own two feet, with hope in her eyes, the same kind he held for months without end. Yet the words that left his lips weren’t the angry sort that he originally intended, a desperation in his voice instead, the kind that held onto the same hope she clung to, the type he never thought he’d ever see her touch. “Give me a reason to,” he demanded, their eyes locked in their inevitable standstill. It was just as they predicted.

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Elliot/Libby: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."

“Oh, so he’s my child when he passes out in the yard,” Elliot argued, moving towards the other side, grunting as he lifted him up. “You’ve got to stop feeding him Missy’s cooking under the table,” he went on as they carried the large dog inside towards the house. 

“On the couch,” he gestured, swinging the sleeping dog forward. He seemed twice as big now from when they originally adopted him, and twice as heavy as well. He sighed as he looked down at their beloved pet, a frown, much different than his usual frowns, forming onto his face. “I think there’s something wrong with him. Hannibal doesn’t usually do this,” he went on. “I’m going to get the number for the vet,” turning away, yet barely had a chance before Missy’s head popped into their door. 

“Yoohoo! Did I hear something about a child?” 

Elliot sighed, turning abruptly back towards Libby, holding out a fist as their game of rock paper scissors began, Elliot sighing at the inevitable loss. Grabbing the phone, he tossed it to Libby. “Vet,” he told her, watching her turn away, his own feet moving towards the foyer. 

“Missy, what brings you around?”

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Mason/Lily: It’s like… once you’ve been hurt, you’re so scared to get attached, again. - You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second with you. - You knew I wasn’t perfect, but I tried to be for you.

“It’s like… once you’ve been hurt, you’re so scared to get attached, again.”

Mason exhaled a breathe of smoke, licking his lips. “I’m not going to say sorry anymore. Not because I’m not sorry we hurt you, because I am,” he told her, dropping the cigarette from his lips, snuffing out the object. “You’re scared to get attached, but I’ve never stopped,” he told her, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Even when I was with her,” he went on. “I’ve always been yours and I’m not going to stop trying.”

“You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second with you.” 

Mason shook his head. “Don’t say that,” he told her, brows furrowed as he stared down at the carving of their names. “Don’t say that like we’re all done. You and me, we were always meant to be,” he stated, forcing his gaze up to meet hers. “You don’t mean it. You can’t,” he went on, though the look in her eyes were tired and sad, a combination he wished he weren’t the cause of. “Lily, I love you,” he told her, though wondered if that were enough anymore.

“You knew I wasn’t perfect, but I tried to be for you.”

“You didn’t try for me,” Mason scoffed. “You’re right. I knew you weren’t perfect. I knew I didn’t want perfect, Lily, I wanted you. I’d never ask you to be perfect. I’m not your parents,” he stated, refusing to look away now, even if she had. “You didn’t try for me. You tried for them,” he went on, the venom clear in his throat as he gestured towards the pristine building that belonged to the Billings girls.

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Erin/Neil: I’ve met someone else. - I hope that one day I will stop missing you. - You left me.

“I found your letter,” Neil told her, watching as her brows furrowed in confusion as she turned her back to face him. He couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Neil lifted the worn out piece of paper, one folded and refolded a hundred times over, with creases in every corner. “Where did you get that?” Erin questioned, sitting up straight in bed now, holding the sheet to her chest, and snatching the piece of paper from his hands. “That’s private. I was never going to send that,” she went on, turning her head away. “You should have,” he told her. “I’ve met someone - I hope that one day I will stop missing you - you left me,” he quoted, watching as she stood up from bed. 

“I’m going home,” Erin answered hastily, fishing for her pants. “You should have told me,” Neil continued regardless. “I would have came sooner. I would have stopped and came back home. I would have tried to--”

“But you didn’t,” Erin snapped, cutting him off. “You didn’t call. You didn’t write. And you wouldn’t have come back. I wrote that letter because I was trying to get over you and I was sad and the one person I would talk to when I was sad wasn’t here,” she said, giving him a pointed look. Erin shook her head. “You were never going to come back. You never should have came back,” she went on, searching for her shirt. “Don’t be mad,” he begged, crawling across the bed and gripping onto her wrist. “I didn’t tell you to make you mad.”“And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t really want you back,” Erin answered, a low blow and a lie at that, one that would have hurt her more if she weren’t angry now. What gave him the right to look through her stuff? What gave him the right to read that letter? What gave him the right to leave? Neil dropped his hand and Erin turned her head. 

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#ok but davin when did u tweet justin?

@annirps I want Justin to spit in my mouth

i confessed when i had my first communion and that was it??

[devildocks---moved-blog]

i just think it’s strange. i can see how it can be nice for those who want to vent and get some things off their chest, but i always feel like i’m going to the principal’s office or getting fired from work when i go.