Breakfast With Tiffany - Angst Ending

I should specify that SM provided no credits to a producer in the description for the official “Heartbreak Hotel” music video. This is a work of fiction so any connection Gray might have with the song is conjecture. Be sure to read the beginning of this story here and check out the fluff ending here.

Originally posted by grayground

It was one of the worst fights that you and Gray had ever had. You didn’t even realize that you were yelling until Gray walked away from you without a word. He shut down like he always did which only made you more furious. The last thing you heard from him was the front door slamming on his way out.

That had been months ago and you’d since stopped hoping that he would come back. Roughly two weeks after the fight you came home from work to find all of his stuff gone. The landlord left a voicemail informing you that Gray had paid for his remaining share of the rent but that the lease was not to be renewed.

It was like learning how to walk on your own all over again. You had to take things one day at a time. And you tried to concentrate on the small victories. Like those mornings when you woke up and weren’t immediately crippled by his absence. Or how you were starting to recognize your reflection in the mirror again though it still made you cringe at how empty your eyes looked.

At first, all of the guys would text you with updates or to ask how you were doing but their conversations became more infrequent until it was only Jay that reached out. He told you that Gray was taking things harder than he let on. That he had scrapped and rewritten the song he had been working on with Tiffany but when the time came to release it, Gray wanted no recognition. The song carried the bitter taste of memory and Gray was happy to cut his losses and be done with it.

You stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew. The mornings were getting colder so you wrapped yourself in a hug to keep warm and inhaled the cologne that still lingered on your pajama shirt. It was one of the shirts that Gray had left behind. A plain black t-shirt that could have been mistaken for anyone’s apart from the smell. You couldn’t bring yourself to wash it just yet.

You felt a lump form in your throat, a precursor to another crying spell, and you shook your head to clear your mind. Instead you pulled out your phone to scroll through the last texts you’d received from Jay.

He shouldn’t do that to himself.

I know but he’s not right right now. - Jay

Tell me he’s going to be okay.

He will be but he needs time. I shouldn’t even be talking to you anymore. - Jay

I understand.

I love you, girl - Jay

Love you too.

And Jay?

Yeah? - Jay

Take care of him.

I always do. - Jay 

That was all you were going to get out of him. It hurt but you knew he had already been too generous. You put the phone face down on the counter so you could rummage for some breakfast. The bagels were getting close to stale but you judged that you could still salvage them by toasting them twice so you popped one in the toaster.

It had been a long time since you didn’t turn the television on as soon as you woke up. You hated how silent the apartment had become so you almost always had noise. This morning, however, you wanted to try having silence again just to see how it felt and it didn’t take you long to realize that you didn’t like it. So you turned on the neglected radio before you filled your coffee cup only to freeze when you heard the DJ’s voice.

“And now we have your number one song of the hour: Heartbreak Hotel by Tiffany!”

You screamed at yourself to turn it off, that you weren’t ready to hear it just yet, but the melody drew you in before you could react.

“Your eyes that see the end

Shakes me endlessly

Tangles me up

Has time come that I can’t make up?

This painful feeling, stop I can’t hide it”

You were shaking after the first stanza but you made yourself listen to every line that she sang because you knew they were Gray’s words. It was like he was speaking to you for the first time since the fight and it was paralyzing. You didn’t know whether to cry or throw your coffee mug at the wall. In truth, you didn’t have anything left in you. You were spent. The only thing you knew was that there was no going back now.

So you got ready to face another day at work and as you locked the front door you wondered when this would all start feeling like a dream. You didn’t want the chaos that came with dating a celebrity or to be surrounded by a group so devoted to their work that it always made you feel out of your depth. You needed more in control of your life than that. You wanted to stand strong on your own two feet without the fear of falling. You wanted to just be normal.

Request//Zico//Ice Cream

You fumbled to the bedroom, stood in the full length mirror, and gazed.

You trailed your eyes from your head to your toes, your swollen tummy dividing you in half. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen your toes. Stood in the mirror, you could see how swollen your ankles were, how your arms had become flabby, and how your skin was stretching.

“Am i still pretty?” You asked yourself.

You’d been eating for two, and it had finally started to show. No wonder Jiho hadn’t touched you in weeks. You were lucky to get a peck on the cheek.

“No, not pretty at all.” You ran your hands over your stomach, before grabbing a shirt and throwing it over your head.


He was later than usual, and it was driving you crazy. He wasn’t answering your texts, your calls were going straight to voicemail. What was he doing?

A click from the corridor drew you out of your imagination, and you were on your feet.

“Where have you been?” Your voice was stone cold.

Jiho looked up, his eyes tired and his shoulders slumped. “In the studio.” His answer was clipped.

“Why haven’t you answered any of my texts and calls?” He chucked his phone onto the dish in the counter.

“It’s dead.” He moved past you, into the kitchen.

“Really…” You muttered. “Where have you really been?” You arms were across your chest, resting on your stomach.

Jiho grabbed a glass of water, and took a sip before staring at you.

“What? I told you, i was at the studio.” He finished his drink, and placed the glass in the sink.

“Stop lying…” You told him.

You both stared at each other for a long time, stood in the silence.

You decided to fill it.

“You haven’t touched me in weeks. You barely kiss me. I know i’m pregnant, and i know i’m not as pretty as i was. But that doesn’t mean you can stop loving me. I know i may be eating a lot, and i know i can’t see my toes. But i haven’t moved onto someone else. Not like anyone would look at me anyway…” Tears began to roll from your eyes. “Why are you laughing?” You asked, your throat full of unshed tears.

Zico was holding his stomach, chuckling.

“Why are you laughing at me?” You spoke again.

After finally finishing his laugh, he began to speak.

“Sorry. Sorry, i don’t mean to laugh.” He moved forward to hold your face in his hands, wiping away the tears. “Your just so cute when your mad.”

Patronising much.

“Yah, don’t speak to me like that.” You turned to walk away, before his large set of arms circled your body, resting on your stomach.

“I love that you can’t see your toes, because it’s my child that’s stopping you from doing it. I love that you’ve gained weight, because it means our baby has a safe home to live in before he comes into ours. I haven’t touched you, because i’ve been busy at the studio and i don’t want to hurt you.” His words were sweet.

“I’m not going to break, plus, i like it when you touch me.” You pouted.

“I know you do, and i like touching you…” He placed a soft kiss on your neck. “And i like kissing you…”

You stood silent for a moment, enjoying him holding you.

“And i glad no other men stare at you, because you’re mine. And i love you.” He turned you in his arms, and kissed you. Long, sweet. Your bodies entwined. When he released your lips, he knelt and held hands over your stomach. “I love you, too.” He placed a soft kiss over your shirt.

“I love you too.” You sniffled, your tears having finally subdued.

He brought himself back up to you, and placed an arm around your should. You snuggled in close.

“You feel better now?” Jiho said, kissing your temple.

“Yeah…” You spoke, then a thought popped into your head. “Actually… i could use some ice cream.”

treat night || valdaya

He wasn’t gonna lie, he wasn’t gonna fake it. Val was excited. Even more than that, he was actually overjoyed by the fact that she had not only agreed to fly all the way to Canada for a day or two, and all because he had asked her. She kept going on about what he had said in a voicemail, which he didn’t buy to the very least, but for the sake of the argument, he went along, and she came. It felt great, to know that he still had that bit of leverage with her, the same kind she had with him. Picking her up at the airport that morning was easy, followed by going out to sightsee, have lunch and then come back to the hotel to hang out with the whole crew. It felt like back in the old days, when she broke into the rehearsal spaces and crashed with him on a couch , or when he ran into her dressing room and they shared ice cream and Nutella, just for the kicks. It felt just like that.

Having changed into a comfortable pair of sweats, a regular white t-shirt and Jordans, the dancer got up after having exchanged texts with Zendaya and went up over to her room with what felt like a bucket of Nutella and two spoons, banging on the door “Open the door, Coleman, or I’m gonna be forced to eat all this by myself”

you're pregnant // lrh imagine


“can u do an imagine/preference for Luke finding out y/n is pregnant???”

Fuck yeah I cannn

Luke was at the studio. He was late coming home. Again. I sighed and made myself a cup of tea, stirring sugar in. I needed to tell him what was wrong, discuss what we needed to do about it. He and I both had careers, and we were both young.

I didn’t mind Luke coming home late, I trusted him. But I really needed him to get home as soon as he could. I even called him five times, I had to leave a voicemail for all of them.

I tap my foot on the ground and scroll through Instagram. Luke’s bandmate, Michael, had posted a picture of them in the studio. I sighed in relief this time.

The caption said that they were almost done recording. I bit my lip. Since the picture showed Luke sitting down, on his phone, I decided to call again.

He finally picked up. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”

“Um,” I looked at my stomach. “I-I need to tell you something that will effect our lives. Its really important.”

“Okay. Wuz is wrong? Or I could go alright and beat y-you in life!” He slurred. I rolled my eyes, put on my shoes, and picked up my keys.

“Luke, I’m coming to get you. Don’t go anywhere.” I say. There was a giggle at the end before I hung up.


Whenever I stumbled into the recording studio, Luke was sucking his thumb until he saw me. His eyes were squinted, and that’s when I knew he was drunk. “Y/n!” He squealed, running toward me.

“Hi baby, where are the other boys?” I ask, looking around.

“I don’t fucking care,” He mumbled, smirking at me. He placed his lips on mine, roughly. Well, his attitude changed. Luke was a horny drunk.

“Hello Y/n,” Calum laughed. I pulled away, making Luke whine. I waved at him. “Have you told him that you’re pregnant?”

Then, all of sudden, as if Luke was never drunk, he sat down and looked at the floor. He didn’t seem happy. He didn’t seem sad. Just a little bit angry. “W-what? Y/n, we used protection-” I cut him off.

“No we didn’t. Because I was on the pill.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

Michael marched in with Ashton. They raised an eyebrow once they saw Luke. I closed my eyes tightly. “You…oh my fucking God. Are you gonna keep it?” Luke asked. I shrug, starting to tear up. “What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t fucking know. Maybe I could keep it. You can break up with me and run away but I’m keeping it.”

There was silence until he finally said, “Okay. I’ll be a father. And you’ll be a mother. That’s okay.” I bit my lip hard again.

“We’ll be uncles?” Michael smirked evilly. “How far along are you?”

“Three months. I didn’t find out until two weeks ago, though.” I say awkwardly.

“And how many times have you had sex during it?” Ashton chuckled.

“A lot.” I gasped. “I should probably take Luke home. Poor guy looks likes he saw a ghost.”


The next morning, I lay pills and water on the nightstand next to Luke’s side of the bed when I heard a groan. I giggle. “You shouldn’t have gotten drunk.”

“Thanks for the medicine,” He mumbled. He sat up. “Did I do anything stupid last night? I don’t remember anything.” I shrug. I knew that I would have to tell him again. “A week or two ago, I found something in the trashcan.” He lazily bent over and got something. It was a new pregnancy test. “Take this.”

“I went to the doctor last night,” I told him. “I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a father, okay? Is that alright?”

His face lit up, then went back to looking sad. “I have a headache, but I’m gonna kiss your tummy.” he hummed.

anonymous asked:

fitzsimmons + 83

#83 Bring your pretty little butt over here.
(Nice choice, anon.) 
Post ~~ The Scene~~ oOOOoo

From a physicists perspective, the moments after crossing the event horizon couldn’t actually be considered. All forms of matter, even light, were overcome by the pull of gravity. 

Jemma, tangled up in the afterglow, was very very glad she was a biochemist after all. She felt like she was floating. At this point, her smile had probably ascended to a higher realm of matter.

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seijouho  asked:

"Call me now. It's urgent." Matsuhanaiwaoi /o/ (if you have time ofc \o\)

Call me now. It’s urgent.”


Oikawa, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki were all in crisis mode. They’d been strolling down the street, on their way to their shared apartment, when they had ran across something that stopped them dead in their tracks.

Quickly Hanamaki whipped out his phone, furiously punching in Iwaizumi’s number and tapping his foot against the sidewalk. Of course it went to voicemail so Hanamaki resigned to leaving a message, his brow furrowed with discontent.

“Call me now. It’s urgent.” With that he hung up and crouched down beside his other two boyfriends, peering carefully at what lay in front of them.

“Can we keep it?” Oikawa whispered.

The ‘it’ he was referring to was a small, perhaps 6-week-old kitten, who was lying on the sidewalk, almost completely immobile. Her pale silver fur was matted and beat-up, and Hanamaki couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow. Carefully Matsukawa reached out, bundling the small kitten in his arms. Apart from a small twitch, the kitten remained motionless.

Hanamaki jumped as his phone began to ring, and hastily answered it. “Iwaizumi,” he hissed, “we’re on Willow street. Get down here, okay?”

“What’s going on, ‘Hiro?” Iwaizumi asked, and his tone of voice was soft and concerned. 

“Just–” Hanamaki blinked. “Get down here.”

It was mere minutes before Hanamaki spotted Iwaizumi walking down the street, a slight frown on his face. Immediately Oikawa had shot up, bouncing enthusiastically on his heels.

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, you have to let us keep her–”

“Calm down!” Iwaizumi protested, and Hanamaki smirked over at him. “How badly is she hurt?”

“Not too badly,” Matsukawa answered, his voice gentle and low. He was still cradling the kitten to his chest, and for some reason, Hanamaki couldn’t help but stare. Matsukawa’d always been good with animals.

Iwaizumi, too, cautiously reached out and cupped the kitten’s small head. She mewled weakly and opened her eyes, eliciting a soft gasp from each of the men present.

Her eyes were a rich, beautiful blue, with thin, slitted pupils cutting through. “She’s a Russian Blue,” confirmed Matsukawa, filling the admittedly stunned silence. “I had one growing up.”

“How do we know it’s a ‘she’?” Iwaizumi asked, his frown returning.

(No one knew.)

“Her name is Willow,” Oikawa declared, and smiled proudly. “We have to keep her!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Iwaizumi cut in, scowling, “how do we know she’s abandoned?”

“She is looking pretty worn-down,” the tallest said, “and it’s not as if she’s a bird; her mother won’t necessarily come back.”

Iwaizumi pursed his lips, visibly hesitating when he saw all three of his boyfriends giving him wide-eyed, pleading looks.”I…”

“Please???” Oikawa whined, not allowing him a chance to finish his sentence. Hanamaki felt the corners of his mouth curl upwards as Iwaizumi sighed.


“Yaaay~,” Hanamaki and Matsukawa both cheered, and Oikawa threw his arms around Iwaizumi and kissed him. Their euphoria was short-lived, however, as Iwaizumi pulled away suddenly.

“Wait– our apartment doesn’t allow pets.”


Jude and Danica go their separate ways for the day. Danica went off to the Container Store to buy things for the move, while Jude went across the way to his mother’s trailer.

Jude opened the door easily, and stepped inside his mother’s messy mobile home. He didn’t expect to find her awake as his mother usually slept until way past noon. 

But Jude was puzzled to not find his mother inside the trailer at all. Her bed, which was the only thing Gabriela ever made sure to keep tidy, had not been slept in.

It wasn’t like his mother to spend the night out. Gabriela was a drunk, but she was a solitary drinker who kept to herself. She had no friends, no boyfriend, not even acquantances.

Jude dialed his mother’s phone, and it went straight to voicemail.

Jude: Hey Mom. Where are you? We were supposed to have breakfast together today, remember? Give me a call when you get this message.

Jude stroked his chin, puzzled. Where was his mother?

Pauline Hanson on Q&A: protests for and against One Nation outside ABC
A group of protesters rally outside the ABC’s Sydney studio against decision to invite the senator-elect onto the panel, as well as a smaller group in support
By Patrick Keneally

Organiser Omar Hassan said he was “shocked” the ABC had given Hanson, whose party, One Nation, secured 4.27% of the national Senate vote at the 2 July federal election, “a greater platform to legitimise her views”.

Hassan said Hanson’s views were racist, ill-informed, and should not be listened to just because she had been elected to parliament.

He said he had received a number of abusive text messages and 84 voicemails from Hanson supporters since announcing the protest, which was due to take place outside the ABC TV studios in Ultimo.

The messages, some of which have been seen by Guardian Australia, called Hassan a “goat fucker” and a “nazi lowlife” and warned “if anyone harms pauline u r finished. Watch your back slime. 😠 ”

Another message said: “Death to Islam and all Muslims, you filthy korandathals. You will watch your family burn in bacon fat!!

“You even approach One Nation, you will see a burning Qaran and the death of your family.”

Hassan is not Muslim and said he organised the protest because he believed the program favoured rightwing voices.

“Week after week you have got the IPA (Institute of Public Affairs) or people like Steve Price, there’s never anyone from the progressive left,” he said, “The closest we get is Van Badham.”

Things to Avoid 32

Things to Avoid Master List


You have fifty-two voicemails.

Her phone echoed on speakerphone and she immediately turned it off. Eun-Sang had over a hundred text messages, three hundred emails, and now fifty-two voicemails. Hyo-Shin picked up her phone gingerly.

“New idea,” he suggested. “Young-Do goes through your phone, takes your messages, culls your emails, and deletes all your unimportant texts. He’s got great handwriting.”

“Not you?” She curled her toes over the edge of the edge of her chair. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest as Young-Do gaped at her phone. Myung-Soo tilted his head and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“I will lose my temper.” Hyo-Shin squeezed her hand. “I looked at some of the comments online last night after you fell asleep. Min-Ah had to talk me down. I know you’re worried about your kids and work, but I don’t think you need to look at them.”

“You don’t,” Myung-Soo said softly. “There is nothing inside your scandal you need to see, Manager Cha. People say hateful and cruel things about you and those you love. It is ignorance but it doesn’t hurt any less.”

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Arin getting real sad and Danny trying to make him feel better, but the whole reason Arin is sad is because Danny won't notice his feelings for him

Sorry this took a while, I got a little carried away. Hope you like it!

Egobang (Arin/Dan)

“Hey buddy, are we still doing grumps today? We haven’t done one in a while… I kinda miss you…” Silence fills the call. “I guess I’ll see you at the space then… Bye.”

That was the fourth voicemail Dan had left Arin in the past 24 hours. Arin still hadn’t called him back, or had even shown up to the grump space for the past three days. He tried calling Suzy to see if Arin was okay.

“He’s fine, just under the weather. He’ll be back tomorrow.”

That’s all she kept saying. But Dan was starting to worry; he knew something wasn’t right. Arin wouldn’t cancel a grump session just because he was sick. There had to be something else and Dan wanted to get to the bottom of it.

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Husband: “Ohhhh, I hate group text so much. I just ignore them.”

Me: “Yeah it must be nice to not have to be in charge of your family’s social calendar, and not have to figure out and plan details of family events.”

Husband: “…”


He also hasn’t had his voicemail box set up (for over a year now) because he hates voicemails. Hey, you know what I hate? Getting calls from your parents and grandparents because you don’t answer your phone. (I got all kinds of calls on his birthday because no one could get ahold of him. ME! The introvert who would rather crawl in a hole and gnaw my arm off than talk on the phone.) I have to do enough phone calls myself without being your personal secretary.

BUT I nicely (truly… I had time to cool down after I had tried to call him and couldn’t leave a message, so I WAS nice) asked him to set up his voicemail because that’s what adults do, even if they don’t want to. 😝


Nature Vs Nurture Part 73


“Hello Vlad,” Nina said, smiling as she left him a voicemail. “I’m just calling to let you know how today was. I know by the time you get this I’ll most like be a sleep, since you’ve been working late…but yeah. I’m 3 months along now and we had my doctor’s appointment today. We got a few ultrasounds pictures and we also got a recording, I sent them all to your email already. So check them out when you get a chance. Athena is doing great, she’s getting bigger and…she’s moving now…alot…I’ll talk to you… soon… hopefully. We love you, Vlad. ..bye”

Vlad let out a heavy sigh when he finished listening to her voicemail. He could tell she started crying and she tried to hold it back. He always hated that he was making her cry like that. He knew it was becoming harder on her, since they’re hardly been talking.

Part of it was being he was so busy with what he was doing and he had to focus. He had plans and details he always had to go through, so he wouldn’t get caught. With all the work, travling and stress he was doing, was starting to wear him down.

The other part was because if he knew he talked to Nina more, the more he was going to miss her. The more he’ll want to stop what he was doing and get back to her. He hated not talking to her, hated he was missing everything. He miss out on feeling Athena move for the first time and now he missed out seeing Athena for the first time.

Vlad shook his head and he let out another sigh. He dialed Nina’s number back, but got her voicemail.

“My lady, I’m sorry I missed your call again. I swear, I’ll make some time for me and you to talk. I’m glad that Athena is doing great and I’ll look at the email soon. I’m… sorry for all this Nina, I truly am. I love you and Athena both, with everything I am and everything I will be. Good night my ladies.” Vlad said, hanging up the phone.

Vlad walked over to his laptop and sat down. He started going through his email to look for her message. He kept rolling his eyes at all the messages he got from Michael, yelling at him.

“Finally,” Vlad said, letting out a sigh of relief, when he found Nina’s email.

Vlad opened it up and saw a picture of Nina sitting down a front of their bedroom sliding doors. She was in a black dress, with one hand on swollen belly.

“Athena.” Vlad said, touching the screen. “You have gotten bigger, my little one.”

Vlad scroll down a bit and saw the ultrasound pictures. There was one with Athena covering her face up a bit. Next one was from the side and he can see how big she really was. The other was when she moved around and to can see the outline of her face.

His eyes started to watery a bit, as he sat there and stared at the the ultrasound pictures. Vlad looked back to Nina’s picture and looked at her belly. It amaze him that she had a little life growing in her, but it also pain him that he was missing it.

Vlad scroll back down and saw a video. He breathed in deep, as he rubbed his chin, when he saw the video was Athena moving around. He looked up and took another deep breath, then looked down back at the video. He played it over a few times, touching the screen as the video played. His eyes started, tearing up more.

He scrolled down to the last video. He notice there was an audio attachment to it. Vlad turned up the volume on his laptop and made the video full screen. He clicked on it and it begin to play. He started hearing a soft beat, that was in a slow rhyme.

“It’s… it’s…it’s her… heartbeat. It’s my daughter’s… heartbeat. It’s Athena’s heartbeat.” Vlad said, as he cover up his face and started to cry. He hanged his head down, crying as he listen to her heartbeat.

“Nina. Athena. I’m so sorry, I’m not there. I’m sorry, for everything. I shouldn’t be here, I should be there with you guys. I should be home with my family. Not out here, alone. Not here, away from you two.” Vlad said, wiping his tears away.

Vlad looked back at the video, listening to it over and over again. Each time he played it, new tears begin to form. After awhile he closed his laptop and started packing up his stuff.

He gather all his belongs and sat down on the couch in his room. He looked down at his bag, questioning himself what to do. Go home? Go to next town?

Vlad let a sigh, as let go of the handles of his bag and started locking his fingers together. He put his hands in a praying position, he sigh and looked up.

“I know I’m the last person on this earth that should be talking to you. I shouldn’t even been admitting this, but I don’t know what else to do. I’ve always been the type of guy that knows what to do and do whatever it takes to get it done. But now, now that I have Nina in my life, I don’t know what to do. It’s been like that since I first met her. I didn’t know rather to leave her or take her with me. She made me feel things I never felt before. Nervous, bashful, sad, happy, and…love.” Vlad said, tearing up.

“I know I shouldn’t feel love, I shouldn’t feel anything. I’m a monster, that’s what I am, a monster. I’ve done terrible things in my life, without regret or remose. But now, I regret everything I’ve done. I want to be forgive for it, that I don’t I’ll ever get and I can’t blame you if you don’t. I always wonder, why me? Why did Nina choice me out of everyone? She’s beautiful, carning, funny, loving, smart woman. She could have anyone in this world, but she picked me.” Vlad said, shedding a few tears.

“Libby says, you sent Nina down to me. She said you did, because we both needed each other. That you picked me to protect her and picked her to redeem me. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but… I thank you for it. I thank you for Nina and for Athena, I thank you for all of it. I just….” Vlad said, putting his head on his hands.

“I just need a sign. I need a sign on what to do next. What do I do?” Vlad said, looking back up. There was pure silence, no sounds of cars, no sounds of people, pure silence. Vlad put his head down and sigh.

He grabbed a bag and his other stuff, he headed out to check out. Once he was done he out everything in his car and started driving down the freeway. He still didn’t hear any sound as he drove, there wasn’t a car in sight. It was like that for hours, it was beginning to annoy him.

“This silence treatment is too much now.” Vlad said, shaking his head as he reach over and turned on the radio. He turn his attention back to the road, as the a song begin to play.

“My lover’s got humour. She’s the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner.”

“If the heavens ever did speak. She’s the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week”

“We were born sick,” you heard them say it"

“My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom.” The only heaven I’ll be sent to, is when I’m alone with you”

“I was born sick. But I love it. Command me to be well. Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.”

[Chorus 2x:]
“Take me to church. I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life”

“If I’m a pagan of the good times. My lover’s the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice”

“Drain the whole sea. Get something shiny. Something meaty for the main course. That’s a fine-looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful”

“That looks tasty. That looks plenty. This is hungry work”

[Chorus 2x:]
“Take me to church. I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life”

“No Masters or Kings. When the Ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin”

“In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human. Only then I am clean. Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.”

[Chorus 2x:]
“Take me to church. I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life”

Vlad reach over and turned off the radio, shaking his head.

“I know I ask for a sign, but that has to be the weirdest sign ever.” Vlad said, looking around and he notice a highway sign. It lead to an open field. “Now that’s a better sign.”

Vlad took the line that lead off the freeway. He drove it down, till he got to the open field. He parked his car and got one of his bags out. Vlad got a flashlight out and started walking in the field. He found an area that had a few trees around it.

He sat his bag down and started gathering up branches. He out them into pile, he reach into his pocket and grab a match. He lit it and throw it onto the wood, it slowing started to burn. Vlad reach into his bag and throw the money in it, into the fire.

“Now last thing.” Vlad said, grabbing the skull mask out of the bag. He looked at it and smiled. “Old friend, I don’t need you anymore. Cause, I finally have and know what I need, that’s Nina and Athena. Good bye.”

Vlad toss the mask into the fire. He stood there watching his dark past burn in the flames. He kept watching for hours, till it all burn into ashes. Once it was done, he put the fire out with the dirt around it and started walking back to his car.

The sun was already up and things already seem different to him. He felt like a height as been lifted off of him. Walking to his car, everything was clear to him. He knew what he had to do. He had to get back home to his family. That’s what matter right now, his family.


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icequeen102990  asked:

"Will?" A trembling voice spoke over the phone. "A-Are you there? I... I need help. I.. I dont know w-where I am,in s-some.. f-forest..." She was panting, out of breath. "T-There are a-all these w-weird on the t-trees.. I.. I cant get ahold of my will..." She pulled away from the phone coughing."P-Please,s-somethin a-attacked me.. Please pick up... I don't have m-much b-battery left... I.. I'm scared-" The call cuts out after this. This voicemail had been left for will over an hour ago...

Will’s blood ran cold. He should’ve been here. The one time he didn’t answer his phone right away…no. There was no time. He had to find Rei, maybe there was still a chance he could still save her. He ran out the door immediately, grabbing his jacket in case Rei needed it.