"Guess this is the part where I'm supposed to hold your hand.....?" I said, looking off in the distance squinting my eyes awkwardly as I went for his hand without looking. "Wrist." He growled, catching my wrist before the skin of our hands could meet. "Yup, got it. Wrist it is." I strained out clearing my throat uncomfortably. ©2016 tortillllla ®All Rights Reserved

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

secrets are harmless, aren't they? [ highest ranking #90 in fanfiction - 2015.06.25 ]