it makes my heart heavy and all that shit

Do You Love Him?

Summary: Fiona wants to meet the boy who occupies Ian’s heart, but after the latest encounter between the closeted couple, Ian believes it will never happen.

Word Count: 1983

“Do you love him?” Fiona smiles at her brother who is clearly distracted by something.

His head jolts to the side so he can see his sister and make sure that the question was meant for him, which is was. “What? Love who?” Ian blabbers.

She chuckles softly. “Whatever boy it is that’s got your mind so fucking occupied.” Fiona turns to her brother, who is obviously still distracted. “Yo, Ian, you okay?”

“Yeah, I love him,” Ian replies to the first question as he turns his head to look out of the window. He is doing everything he can to mask his unsteady breath.

“I want to meet him then,” Fi says sternly. “Love is a big deal, bud. I can tell it’s pretty serious between you two—”

Ian dryly laughs. “Don’t know about that,” he says under his breath. “But he’s closeted, Fi. If it was easy enough to bring him over for dinner and introduce him to the whole family, I would.”

The eldest sister frowns at the sadness in the redhead’s voice. “Well, if it’s meant to be, it will be,” she slightly smiles. “Y’know, good things take time.”

“I guess,” Ian forces a smile.

“Talk to him about comin’ over to meet us,” Fiona says and exits the room without giving Ian a chance to respond.

* * *

As Ian walks to his job at the Kash n Grab, he thinks deeply about the last few words Mickey said to him.

What do you think we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?

You’re nothin’ but a warm mouth to me.

His heart breaks as he thinks about that boy. He then winces as he thinks about how hard it had been for him to hold back his tears in that moment. Would’ve been a pussy move to cry over a fucking Milkovich.

To Ian’s surprise, when he walks into the store, he sees Mickey leaning on the countertop with his head in his hands. “What are you doing here?” Ian speaks harshly to get the older boy’s attention.

“I did try to kill Frank,” Mickey says. “Wanted nothing more to kill that fucker, but your stupid face kept coming into my mind and fucking everything up.”

Ian scoffs. “Cut the shit, Mickey. I’m mean fuck all to you. If you really wanted him dead you would have done it.” He proceeds to the back room, but Mickey follows.

“You’re that fucking naive, aren’t you?” There’s a tone behind Mickey’s voice that Ian has never heard. It’s something he cannot understand.

The redheaded boy ignores Mickey and begins on his work, avoiding all eye contact.

Mickey lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck,” he says to himself. “Do you know how much easier it would be for you to hate me, Gallagher? Do you fucking know how much that would benefit you?”

“How do you know what’s right for me? Huh?” Ian’s voice raises with every word.

“Because you deserve more than me! You deserve someone who will give you the world, and I can’t do that because I’m too fucking scared!” Mickey’s screams make Ian’s heart drop into the pit of his stomach. The thought of Mickey Milkovich being afraid is something that no one would ever believe.

Ian’s angry facial expression falls as he notices how anxious the other boy is. “What are you scared of?”

Instead of replying, Mickey shakes his has and lets out a heavy breath.

“Mick,” Ian walks closer.

“You’re not just a warm mouth to me, Ian. You’re everything. You’re all that fucking matters and it scares the shit out of me because we would both be dead if my dad finds out,” he responds quickly and jumbles his words together.

At first Ian doesn’t know what to do or say so he freezes in his tracks. Truthfully, he didn’t think that Mickey was capable of saying so much in on conversation, but he was happy to be proven wrong.

Ian then walks to Mickey and places both hands on either side of his face. He turns the shorter boy’s head to face him so they are forced to look into each other’s eyes. “I don’t care about any of that shit with Terry because he won’t find out. I want you, I need you.”

“You’d be better off without–”

“Mickey, stop.”

Suddenly, Mickey surprises Ian and even himself by crashing his lips against the other boys. Once Ian realizes he needs to reciprocate, the kiss deepens. Their hands run over each other’s body and through each other’s hair. The separate eventually, but only because they need to breathe.

Ian kisses him again and smiles into mouth. “Y’know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

“Too long,” Mickey says happily.

“Please, don’t give up on us, Mick.”

Mickey nods. “I won’t.” The boy’s stare at each other for along time, just taking in what just happened between them.

“I– Um– I don’t want to go home tonight. Terry was bad this morning,” Mickey breaks the silence and looks down at his feet. Ian can tell he feels embarrassed about saying that to him.

Ian nods. “Come to my house. No one will suspect anything, I promise. I mean, they know I’m gay and all, but obviously not you,” he starts blabbering.

“Alright,” Mickey says. “Let’s get back to fucking working.” Ian agrees and smiles as he watches Mickey turn away. It will never fail to amaze Ian on how fast he can put his guard back up.

* * *

The walk home from the Kash n Grab was fairly quiet. The boys found an odd amount of comfort and safety being in each other’s presence so the silence was not awkward. Mickey was smoking a cigarette, but would thoughtlessly pass it over to Ian whenever he was done taking a drag of it.

When they arrived to the house, Ian noticed how Mickey started to rub his hand against the back of his neck and bite his lip. Being that Mickey was nervous and uncomfortable, Ian was going to make an effort to make him feel okay.

“Hey, guys,” Ian said to his siblings. “Mickey told me he needs a place to stay tonight so I brought him here.”

Everyone looked at the thug with shocked faces. They knew he and Ian worked together, but no one realized that they could actually be friends.

Ian gave Fiona a look that only she could understand– a look to remind her of their previous conservation. “That cool, Fi?”

“Uh, umm, yeah,” she stutters. “Hey, Mickey,” she tries to smile. He only nods at her in return.

After a few moments of awkwardness, everyone gathered in the kitchen for dinner. No one knew where Lip was, but Debbie helped her sister out by watching Liam while Fiona cooked, and Ian set the table. On the other hand, Carl was talking Mickey’s ear off by asking him all sorts of criminal-like questions that he felt obliged to answer.

Once the food was ready, everyone took their seats. Mickey made sure to find his way next to his secret boyfriend and whispered, “Gallagher, you’re brother is a fucking sociopath.”

Ian laughed in return. “Maybe.”

People started to chow down on their food, and talk some more, which made Mickey shift in his seat. He wasn’t used to the loudness and the laughing, instead he’s used to fighting and threatening.

Fiona notices the way Ian is repeatedly checking to make sure if Mickey is okay, but she also notices how the dark haired boy’s gaze never leaves Ian. It kind of looks like they’re in the own little world. She wasn’t sure if this was the boy that Ian was claiming to love, but with the look Ian gave her when he entered the house and the glances the boys are giving each other now, it all adds up.

The eldest sister doesn’t want her brothers secret boyfriend to feel uncomfortable in this house, so he decides to start conversation with him. “So, Mickey, how long have you been working at the Kash n Grab?”

“Since I got outta juvie,” he states with no emotion. When things start to silence, he says, “I gotta hit the bathroom.”

Ian puts his head down and shakes it. He knew his family would make things worse for the Milkovich boy.

Suddenly, Kev and V walk in with more beer. They greet everyone and take their seats like usual. “So, sweetheart,” V says to Ian. “Fi says you’re head over heels in love with some Southside boy. Wanna tell us who it is?”

Ian’s eyes widen when Mickey comes out of the bathroom. Mickey’s facial expression tells Ian that he heard every word that V said. “Fuck,” he says to himself.

“Gotta smoke,” Mickey stumbles out of the house through the backdoor.

“Fuck!” Ian goes outside after him.

V’s jaw drops open when she realize what’s going on. “Oh, shit.”

Kev and the kids all share the same confused looks. “What?” Kev says.

Fiona shakes her head and then notices the window is open. “Guys! Let’s go watch through the window, we’ll be able to hear them too,” she whispers just in case the boys can hear. They all quietly crowd around to see what’s going on.

Mickey’s hands are on his head and he’s walking back and forth when Ian is approaching him. Once he feels Ian’s close proximity, he stops in his tracks to look at the younger boy. When he sees the apologetic look in eyes, he puts his head down. “What the fuck, Ian?”

“I didn’t tell her,” he says sheepishly. “She doesn’t know it’s you.”

“Does now,” he snorts out an embarrassed laugh. “Shit.”

“M’sorry,” Ian says and backs away.

Mickey shakes his head. “Is it true what she said?”


“That you’re head over heels in love with me– is it true?”

Ian lets out a huge gulp. He’s scared of what Mickey’s reaction would be if he answers truthfully, but he’s always scared of what he’d do if he lied. “Yeah, it’s true,” he says honestly.

Mickey slowly steps closer. “Fuck,” he stops before he gets any closer. “I fuckin’ told you that you deserve more than me.”

“Would you stop saying that, Mick. You don’t know what’s good for me and what isn’t, I do. If I thought I deserved more than you, I’d make sure I–” he gets cut off by Mickey’s lips falling into his once again.

When the separate they lean their foreheads together for a moment. “I love you too, asshole,” Mickey says nervously. Ian’s big smile calms his nerves though, so he can’t help but smile back.

“Holy shit!” The boys here Carl yell from the window.

“Goddamnit,” Ian shakes his head at the group of people huddled around the window. “Let’s get outta here.”

Mickey chuckles. “Dine and dash? We never got to finish our food so I’m still hungry.”

“Works for me,” Ian says and follows behind Mickey.

V, Kev, Fiona, Debbie, and Carl stare at the two boys until they are out of sight. All of their jaws are dropped wide opened in astonishment.

“Mickey fucking Milkovich?” Fiona giggles a bit harshly.

V sucks in a breath. “Yeah, but hey, looks like Ian’s got a tight grip on the dirtiest white boy in America.”

“I think it’s cool,” Carl says as he beams over the thought of being friends with a Milkovich thug.

“I don’t mind it either,” Debbie says as she takes Liam out of his high chair.

Fiona laughs. “Glad to have you two as optimists.”

“Holy fuck,” Kev exclaims once he finally gains awareness.

V cocks an eyebrow at her husband. “You good, baby?”

“That’s some true fuckin’ love right there. Did you see that? Ian got Mickey Milkovich to feel something. Holy shit,” Kev rambles.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. Ian must love him for a reason,” Fi smiles.

gerome/inigo fic inspired by art (artist: azolitmin
Title: Slip
Summary: That mask should not be here, in this moment. 
Rating: nothing too much but dicks are described 
Characters: Gerome/Inigo 

They didn’t know they were going to do this. Neither of them had any idea they were going to go this far tonight. It was why it caught both of them so off guard when it was brought to the table. When Inigo smiled to himself about this loveable, stark, precious person, he realized that there was no way in hell he’d go any further without taking it off. But he knew that this thing was important– it was important in how Gerome built his character. It was important in how Gerome kept himself together in times where he felt vulnerable, in times where he felt he shouldn’t– can’t show emotion. Can’t show fear or pain. Or anything. Anything else.

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Attention les Mis Fic Writers

ok so I was listening to Aaron Tveit’s I’m Alive and it just came to me :

Imagine a fic in which Enjolras dies. Ok, the beginning is already as angsty as can be but bear with me. Enjolras dies in an accident or whatever but wakes up the next day, unaware that he’s supposed to be dead. He goes on to do his normal stuff but he walks right through everything and nobody sees him so he kind of get the jist of that’s going on.

So he tries to contact les Amis but he can’t, he screams, he yells but nothing. Jehan has a small reaction (because Jehan is a little psychic let’s face it right away). They’re all wrecks after his death but Grantaire… oh my, Grantaire. The sun went down for him, the light has gone out.

One night of excessive drinking, he collapses on his couch and Enjolras watches him with a heavy heart. “You can’t fill the void someone leaves behind with alcohol R” “I can try,” he moans back in his sleep and HOLY SHIT HE HEARD HIM

And little by little Enjolras find ways to make his presence known. At the beginning les Amis think they’re crazy but no, he’s here. At some point they can even SEE HIM. Imagine ghost Enjolras realising he loved Grantaire all along and how much Grantaire loved him, still does, actually. Imagine the pain. Imagine Enjolras getting hold of his “body” and managing to brush Grantaire’s cheek. To kiss him ever so softly even?

Anyway, can someone write this?

Divergent One Shot-Extra Training

Hi guys, I had a lot of requests for more Eric fics so here we are! I was asked to do an Eric/Tris one so here it is. Hope you like it.

(Also I am well aware Tris is not like this but I played around with her personality for he sake of the fic ok?)

Mature rating, sexual content.

Making sure everyone is dead asleep; I grab my boots and head out to the training area. There is no way in hell I am not making it into Dauntless, I need to use every spare minute to get some practise in. It’s pretty late and no one’s around so I’m pretty sure I won’t get caught, even if I do what are they going to do? Take points off me for putting extra work in? Well actually, if its Eric he probably would. I seriously don’t know what his problem is. He does everything he can to annoy me and to put me down, he is such an ass. He’s also really hot…but an ass. I really love his tattoos though, and his voice is so deep and so smooth..ugh STOP. He’s a dick. Training. Focus on the training.

I flick the lights on in the punch bag area and grip my hair back. I start slow, pacing my actions and get faster and harder. I guess I’m kind of weak in the physical sense since i’ve never really done any work to build up muscle. Some of the guys have been helping me out though, running through a few good muscle building exercises with me.

After about half an hour of heavy punching, my knuckles start to turn purple with bruising. Ouch. This training is ruthless. I’m getting stronger though, I can feel it. I have to make it here, I cant be factionless. No way.

I take a deep breath and go again. Faster this time, putting all my efforts in, focusing on the target. Focusing so hard in fact, I don’t notice when someone walks up behind me.


“SHIT!” I swear my heart pops out my chest. Partly from being scared to death, partly because I know that deep voice. Eric. Great.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask him breathlessly.

“I could ask you the same question, initiate.” He stares at me hard.

“Well what does it look like?” I ask him, rolling my eyes.

“It looks like you’re weak.” He smirks. Ugh.

I sigh and turn back to the punching bag and start hitting again and I can still feel him watching me. After a while he huffs and walks over, grabbing me by the waist and putting me in a position so im in front of him, holding me in place. I can feel myself burning up from his touch and im pretty sure my cheeks are pink.

“Your form is all wrong. You’ll throw a better punch if you put all your weight behind it, see?”

“And why are you showing me this? Im surprised you haven’t deducted points for my extra efforts.”

He smirks, taking off his jacket and throwing it over a bench. “Im not an ass all the time ya know. Here, let me show you some stuff.”

He takes my position in front of the bag and starts punching. When he gets going I can’t help but notice how his muscles tense, and how as he hits harder, his skin starts to shine with a slight sweat and veins start to appear down his arms, leading to his hands. Man his hands are big. I find myself getting flustered at his appearance and it only gets worse when he starts letting out throaty growls each time he hits the damn bag. Eventually he stops and turns to me breathlessly, gesturing for me to take his place. He looks so aggressive, but smirks when he realises ive been staring at him for god knows how long.

“Like what you see Tris?”

Oh wow. How did I know he was going to be vain? I roll my eyes, trying to hide a smirk of my own and stand as he told me to. Again he comes behind me, putting me in position. His hands take up most of my waist god he is so close. I can feel his breath on my neck what is he doing. Focus Tris. His grip on my waist tightens as he moves me around and my breath hitches un expectantly at the contact. I start to burn up again and he notices, I can nearly feel his damn smirk against my neck.

I turn around and glare at him and he laughs. He actually laughs at me.

“What the hell are you playing at Eric?” I quiz him. First he’s an ass and then he randomly pops up in the middle of the night to start near on groping me and breathing down my neck. I mean yes I have thought about moments like these with him but..

“Whats up Stiff? Dont know how to have a little fun?”

“Oh and you do Eric?”

He steps closer to me again, inches away from my face. His lip curls to one side. “Why don’t we find out?”

I don’t even get chance to think about what he means when his hands are on my back and his lips are on mine. I fight it at first but then realise the feeling is too good, and I run my hands up his muscular arms and around his neck. He takes it as an invitation and runs his tongue along my bottom lip, pushing roughly into my mouth. It gets more heated and he gets rougher, breaking away only to pick me up by my thighs and sit me on the bench, and then kissing back down my neck. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I shouldn’t but I don’t want to stop. He undoes the button on my trousers and pulls them down my legs, sitting with his legs on either side of the bench, and spreading mine to do the same. He pushes me to lay down and his large hands run up my thighs to my pants, rubbing over the already soaked material. He pushes them to the side and slides a finger over my opening and starts to rub on my throbbing clit. I groan and push my hips up wanting more. He dips his head between my thighs and runs a tongue over my heat. I bite on my hand to stifle my moans as he pushes one finger in, then two, tongue still lapping around my bud. He thrusts faster and harder and I clutch his hair with one hand, earning a throaty moan from him.

As I feel myself getting closer, I hear the faint sound of someone coming down some stairs and panic.

“Eric!” He stays totally calm and I feel him smirk against me. His pace quickens and I feel my insides tighten as I climax. I bite down on my hand again to stop myself from crying out in pleasure. Although I want to carry on with him, I hear someone getting closer and I quickly get up and fasten up my trousers. He laughs at my panicked state and pulls my close, getting to my ear.

“Dont worry, we can continue another time”. He whispers, before turning me around and pushing me off in my direction, smacking my behind. I yelp and walk off quickly, turning round to smirk at him before he disappears.

He really is an asshole. But an asshole who knows how to work his hands.

For (tolkienswand)


The moment I slide into my chair I’m served an enormous platter of food.  Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes.  A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled.  The basket of rolls they set before me would keep my family going for a week. There’s an elegant glass of orange juice.  At least, I think it’s orange juice.  I’ve only even tasted an orange once, at New Year’s when my father bought one as a special treat.  A cup of coffee.  My mother adores coffee, which we could almost never afford, but it only tastes bitter and thin to me.  A rich brown cup of something I’ve never seen.

“They call it hot chocolate,” says Peeta.  "It’s good.“

I take a sip of the hot, sweet, creamy liquid and a shudder runs through me.  Even though the rest of the meal beckons, I ignore it until I’ve drained my cup. Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in hot chocolate.

When Katniss first heads to the Capitol on the train, she tastes hot chocolate for the first time and is swept away. Girl knows what’s good.

Hot chocolate comes back up later in the book, and Katniss mimics what she saw Peeta doing, which is ripping off bits of roll and dipping it. Such a simple gesture, like a natural reaction. My Everlarked heart be like

Prompts in Panem is coming this week, and we all know that hot chocolate is best paired with a blanket and a dose of wonderful Everlark stories contributed by the amazing writers of this fandom. Patterned pajamas are totally optional, but completely encouraged.

I’m having none of that watered down cocoa powder shit. Please be kind to your taste buds. Get some good-quality chocolate and make the real deal.

English is not my first language so bear with me

To make super rich & creamy Capitol Hot Chocolate you gonna need:

  • 250ml of milk
  • 5 tablespoons of heavy whipping cream (30%)
  • 2-3 tablespoons of sugar
  • 50g of good quality dark chocolate (at least 70% cocoa content)
  • 1/3 teaspoon of cinnamon powder
  • 1/3 teaspoon of chili powder

Cinnamon and chili are optional, but both go with hot chocolate really well. Especially chili. You can add vanilla essence instead. Whatever you like.

Non suitable for children version anyone? Because while hot chocolate is nice, red wine is even nicer. You can also add Baileys, rum (I’m looking at you @thegirlfromoverthepond), tequila or just basically any kind of flavored liquor. This stuff is rich and decadent as heck. You have been warned. Two words: couch coma.

#1 Heat milk, heavy cream, sugar, chili and cinnamon in a heavy-bottom saucepan on medium heat. Stir constantly. Bring it to just below boiling point.

#2 Add chopped chocolate and stir until chocolate melts. Let it boil a little.

#3 Cook on low heat stirring constantly until chocolate is smooth and creamy. Like this:

#4 Immediately pour into a mug and serve.


If you make everything right, you get this beautiful sight:

I topped mine with milky dragees and caramel crumble. So beautiful. Somebody call Vogue.

Happy Prompts in Panem weekend! Enjoy!

previous recipes

Alright everyone, it’s been weighing heavy on my heart and I gotta put this out there.  I gotta ask you all a favor.  If If IF Allura or Pidge (or both), end up romantically involved with one of The Dudes™ canonically, in the show, can we all promise, like pinky promise, to not treat them like shit? Like, can this fandom not do what I’ve seen since the olde days of fandom past, and tear down every girl character that dates their fave?  Can we just make a pact now to not dump on ANY female characters that end up kissing a face you don’t want them too? I’m trusting you guys, don’t let me down. Good talk.

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 12)
  • "You can have my heart."
  • "I think we're doomed."
  • "I'm sorry, but it's too late and it's not worth saving."
  • "You know that I'm in love with the mess."
  • "I think I like it."
  • "I think we're doomed and now there is no way back."
  • "I know you're right behind me."
  • "Don't you let me go tonight."
  • "Say you'll be there."
  • "Why do we waste time hiding it inside?"
  • "I want you to be mine."
  • "You know the way I can't resist you."
  • "If we try once more, would you give me it all?"
  • "I'll tell you flat out, it hurts so much to think of this."
  • "I've thrown away so many things that could've been much more."
  • "I just pray my problems go away if they're ignored."
  • "You touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light."
  • "I love you. Oh God, I love you."
  • "Life is now worth living, if only because of you."
  • "Who the fuck do you think I am?"
  • "You ain't married to no average bitch, boy."
  • "Don't hurt yourself."
  • "You ain't trying hard enough."
  • "I'm just too much for you."
  • "If you try this shit again, you gonna lose your wife."
  • "I was sitting waiting, wishing."
  • "This world is cruel."
  • "I'm just a fool learning loving somebody don't make them love you."
  • "Must I always be waiting on you?"
  • "Must I always be playing your fool?"
  • "I gave ya friends all a chance."
  • "I can't always be waiting on you."
  • "I keep playing your part, but it's not my scene."
  • "I've had enough mystery."
  • "I'm not you and if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel."
  • "Waiting on love ain't so easy to do."
  • "I wanted that heat so bad, I could taste the fire on your breath."
  • "I wanted in your storm so bad, I could taste the lightning on your breath."
  • "The world is so pale next to you."
  • "Your hair is coxcomb red, your eyes are viper black."
  • "You said every road is a good road."
  • "Every love is your best love and every love is your last love."
  • "Every kiss is a goodbye."
  • "Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek."
  • "You pull away so easily."
  • "You even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes."
  • "I'm only there so that you're not alone."
  • "I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk."
  • "I'm not afraid. I'm not."
  • "I'll show you my true colors."
  • "No, I won't apologize."
  • "It's like I've waited all my life."
  • "All the pretty girls like Samuel."
  • "It's more than he can handle."
  • "Life is anything but fair."
  • "You’re the only one I’m in love with."
  • "You’re the only thing I’m interested in."
  • "You’re the only one I miss like this."
  • "We’re still two lives in ruin, we’re still boats anchored at sea."
  • "Don’t you ruin."
  • "Here I am, I’ve got to tell you while I can."
  • "You’re the only one I’ve been waiting for."
  • "You’re the only one I have to have."
  • "Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman."
  • "Somethin' 'bout you makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't."
  • "I live for danger."
  • "All girls wanna be like that; bad girls underneath like that."
  • "From the moment I first saw you, I was yours and you were mine."
  • "Deep down we both knew you were trouble by design."
  • "Baby, don't you play with fire."
  • "It's too late to say goodbye."
  • "We both knew it was trouble."
  • "Now I'm under your spell."
  • "Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby."
  • "As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine."
  • "Nothing's gonna take you from my side."
  • "Give me the way it could have been."
  • "Give me it all."
  • "I called you up three times last night."
  • "Running through the streets, bloody from a fist fight."
  • "Keep you warm, keep you there, wanna keep you all."
  • "See you there, wanna see you some day."
  • "As you look back, I'm pulling away."
  • "All that remains are words in the rain."
  • "Give me a goodbye said out loud."
  • "I know you could be here with me."
  • "I'll be right there."
  • "I feel there's a fork in the road."
  • "I took a pill in Ibiza to show Avicii I was cool."
  • "Fuck it, it was something to do."
  • "I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller 'cause I made a million dollars."
  • "You don't wanna be high like me."
  • "You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone."
  • "All I know are sad songs."
  • "I'm just a singer who already blew his shot."
  • "I can't keep a girl, 'cause as soon as the sun comes up, I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse, but the truth is I can't open up."
  • "People still think I'm a star."
  • "Hold up, they don't love you like I love you."
  • "Can't you see there's no other man above you?"
  • "What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you."
  • "How did it come down to this? Scrolling through your call list."
  • 'I don't wanna lose my pride, but I'mma fuck me up a bitch."
  • "What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?"
  • "Let's imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself."
  • "We were made for each other."
  • "It is such a shame you let this good love go to waste."
  • "It's always up and down with you, this game you play is kinda twisted."
  • "I could leave it all behind, trouble is I know I’d miss it."
  • "Even though you play me like an Xbox, I don’t want you to take your hands off."
  • "I'm all about you."
  • "You always make my heart beat faster."
  • "I don’t want you to take your hands off me."
  • "You don't want to act like you care."
  • "Are you gonna give up so easily?"
  • "I thought I meant more, I thought we were strong."
  • "Babe, I've been stressing about us all day."
  • "Guess you bit off more than you could chew."
  • "I've got literally nothing to say to you."
  • "You wanna promise me you'll never go, then you wanna leave."
  • "Don't text me, you're pathetic, bitch, please."
  • "You don't get a goodbye."
  • "You don't get another shot to make me everything I'm not."
  • "I'm a girl on fire, I'm a girl who dreams."
  • "You're a boy who needs to stay the hell away from me."
  • "It was loneliest with you there."
  • "This is the only way you'll hear from me."
  • "You thought you wanted her and got what you deserved."
  • "Used to want you but I don't now."
  • "I can be cruel just like you."
  • "You hit me up again to tell me I'm the one."
  • "Was she worth letting me go?"
  • "I need you right here by my side."
  • "You're everything I'm not in my life."
  • "We're indestructible, we are untouchable."
  • "Nothing can take us down tonight."
  • "You are so beautiful, it should be criminal."
  • "I'll promise you this love will never die."
  • "No matter what, I got your back."
  • "I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that."
  • "Believe me when I say you're the one."
  • "They'll never forgive us for the things we've done."
  • "Everybody said that we would never last, and if they saw us now I bet they'd take it back."
  • "In a simple skirt you caused a ricochet of courting boys that watch you walk away."
  • "I don't live my life like you do."
  • "Every time you leave, I wanna go."
  • "Don't be so blind."
  • "Am I your one and only desire?"
  • "Am I the reason you breathe or am I the reason you cry?"
  • "I just can't live without you."
  • "I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you."
  • "I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you."
  • "I just can't take any more, this life of solitude."
  • "I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you."
  • "I feel like you don't want me around."
  • "I guess I'll pack all my things."
  • "I guess I'll see you around."
  • "It's all been bottled up until now."
  • "Why would you tear my world apart?"
  • "I see the blood all over your hands."
  • "Does it make you feel more like a man?"
  • "Was it all just a part of your plan?"
  • "She liked black caddies, listened to Puff Daddy and danced until her legs were sore."
  • "He loves her definitely maybe."
  • "I see you everyday,I'm too scared to go over."
  • "I wonder what she'd say, I barely even know her."
  • "How much longer will this keep getting stronger?"
  • "I wonder when you'll realize that she means a lot more to me."
  • "He's picking me up at 6 again and I don't wanna disappoint my boyfriend."
  • "She's telling all the girls about all the things that he bought her."
  • "He had his hands on every single girl he laid his eyes on."
  • "Even when he kissed her, he was looking over staring at her sister."
  • "I'm not the type to get my heart broken."
  • "I'm not the type to get upset and cry."
  • "I never leave my heart open, never hurts me to say goodbye."
  • "Relationships don't get deep to me, never got the whole in love thing."
  • "Someone can say they love me truly, but at the time it didn't mean a thing."
  • "I stray from love."
  • "It cut me like a knife when you walked out of my life."
  • "I've got all the symptoms of a girl with a broken heart."
  • "No matter what you'll never see me cry."
  • "I should've never let you hold me, baby, maybe why I'm sad to see us apart."
  • "I didn't give to you on purpose, can't figure out how you stole my heart."
  • "I never meant to let it get so personal."
  • "Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?"
  • "Everything was such a blur, it didn't come out right."
  • "All of a sudden it's cold and we're falling apart."
  • "I guess we're really over."
  • "I'm not over it."
  • "You make me feel like I'm desperate."
  • "I'm not desperate."
  • "Little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it."
  • "That side of your bed is still mine."
  • "I've never been a fan of long goodbyes."
  • "It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending."
  • "Tell me that you care."
  • "I try to make it through my life; in my way, there's you."
  • "Just don't deny it."
  • "You tried to break me."
  • "If you were dead or still alive, I don't care."
  • "Everything's so blurry."
  • "Everyone's so fake and everybody's empty and everything is so messed up."
  • "My whole world surrounds you."
  • "You know that I'll protect you."
  • "I wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are."
  • "Everyone is changing."
  • "Let me know just how you feel, 'cause I am lost without you."

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion of HeavyMedic?

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i am all about these two little asshats. they were my first TF2 ship and while i have strayed i always go back. medic seems to be the only one of the mercs i can picture Heavy with… tho medic is different… they just make my heart break sometimes. 

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ya’ll rogue one was traumatic as shit but no death fucked me up more than bodhi’s because he died terrified and alone in that dumb ship like at least chirrut and baze were pretty much together and kaytoo died talking to jyn and cassian and they literally died in each other’s arms like poor baby bodhi was all on his own and that makes my heart hurt so much.

What if Matsumoto became captain instead of Hitsugaya?

As requested by anon. :)

In canon Bleach, Isshin was replaced as captain of Squad 10 by Hitsugaya. Even though Matsumoto was Isshin’s lieutenant. And Hitsugaya was just a third seat. But what if Matsumoto succeeded Isshin instead? And Hitsugaya was her lieutenant? How would Bleach be different then?

1. Hitsugaya would still do all of the paperwork for the squad.

Much as he did when Isshin was the captain.

Hitsugaya: Captain, did you know that some captains do their own paperwork?

Matsumoto: Shhhh, Toshiro, I’m trying to nap!

2. Matsumoto and Gin would be fellow captains.

Thus putting a wrinkle in Gin’s whole silly “I must stay away from Matsumoto for her own protection!!” plan.

Matsumoto: At least now that we’re fellow captains, Gin, I know you won’t leave me behind!



Gin: ..


Gin: Yeah, totally.


3. Hitsugaya and Hinamori would be fellow lieutenants.

And Hitsugaya would still be totally obsessed with protecting her. And with etiquette.

Hinamori: Do you know what this meeting is about, Toshiro?

Hitsugaya: That’s LIEUTENANT Hitsugaya!!!

4. Matsumoto would be suspicious of Gin - but for different reasons. 

Hitsugaya’s main role in the beginning of Bleach was to believe Gin was super bad and Aizen was super good (so he was half right). Matsumoto would also grow suspicious of Gin during the first arc. But not so much because Aizen staged shady meetings in front of her. More because she just wants to know where Gin is always going.

Matsumoto: Gin, you have to tell me the truth, Gin.

Matsumoto: Are you pretending to be suspicious, or are you actually being suspicious?

Gin: Why can’t it be both?


Matsumoto: Wait…why *can’t* it be both?


Gin: I reeeealllly need to tone down the sarcasm with people who know me.

5. It would be up to Matsumoto to break up the Kira/Hinamori fight.

Matsumoto is friends with Kira and Hinamori, so it makes perfect sense for her to intervene. True story: one of my favorite Bleach panels is Hitsugaya intervening in that fight. I love to imagine Matsumoto there instead. (And if somebody wants to draw that…)

Matsumoto: That’s enough, both of you!

Gin: I should not be this turned on.

6. Meanwhile, Hitsugaya would continue to investigate.

Because Hitsugaya is a go-getter, no matter his seat. 

Hitsugaya: “Back in his office, the detective examines the evidence. He knows Ichimaru Gin is guilty. The only question is - why?”

Matsumoto: Are you self-narrating again, Toshiro?

Hitsugaya: H-how long have you been standing there??

7. Matsumoto would fight Aizen, while Hitsugaya fights Kira.

Later, after Matsumoto and Hitsugaya discovered Central-46 slaughtered, Matsumoto would send Hitsugaya after the fleeing Kira while she stayed behind (and ended up facing and getting stabbed by Aizen).

Kira: My zanpakuto can make yours really heavy.

Hitsugaya: Well that’s nice but mine allows me to CONTROL THE FUCKING SKY

Kira: Well……..shit.


Aizen: I wish I could have stabbed Hitsugaya instead. I have no good puns for Matsumoto’s power. None at all.

Gin: How my heart bleeds for you.

8. Matsumoto and Hitsugaya would still go to the human world.

Matsumoto would still want to come once she heard Renji and everybody talking about it. And she would decide to bring Hitsugaya because she likes having an aide. 

Orihime: Wow, so your lieutenant stays on the roof to keep watch for you??

Matsumoto: No he’s just antisocial. 

9. Matsumoto and Hitsugaya would both use their bankai against the arrancar.

Hitsugaya would still have a bankai, of course. He’s an overachiever. But in this reality, Matsumoto is a captain and so has one too. And considering the fact that in canon Bleach Matsumoto won even without it….Grimmjow’s fracciones be fucked.

Nakeen: Okay, you both having bankai is just plain cheating.

10. In fake Karakura Town, Matsumoto would fight against Halibel.

Much later, when the fake Karakura Town battle happened, Squad 10 would still face off against Halibel. And Matsumoto, as the captain, would fight the espada.

Hitsugaya: But I have the water zanpakuto, Captain!

Hitsugaya: Fights are supposed to match!

Matsumoto: I gave you THREE enemies, Toshiro! Stop being such an overachiever!

Halibel: So should I come back later or…?

11. Matsumoto and Gin would fight.

I think that, if Matsumoto were a captain, then she would face off against Gin in fake Karakura Town. Much like Komamura did with Tosen. Because she would want him to tell her why. Using force if necessary.

Matsumoto: Gin, you will tell me the truth!

Gin: I don’t think my mouth can, Rangiku.

12. Matsumoto would be Giselle’s big zombie reveal.

I know that in current Bleach, both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto were zombiefied. But Hitsugaya was the big reveal - the one brought out to fight Ikkaku and Yumichika and Kurotsuchi. With Matsumoto at the helm of Squad 10, that would be her.

Yumichika: I-I just don’t feel right killing somebody so beautiful!

Ikkaku: [screaming because his leg is gone]


"What you see (Isn't always the truth)" (Trixya) by River and Puck

Chapter 2 (The Missed Phone Calls)

Summary: Trixie Mattel is a single almost-mother looking after the orphaned daughter of a close friend, with absolutely no confidence in her ability to parent this child.

Brian McCook is a first grade teacher, struggling to prove that he is more than his troubled past to a school that just doesn’t seem to understand his… “unique” teaching methods.

When the two come together at Brian’s class’ career day the spark is undeniable, but can they learn to see the good in themselves that the other has already fallen in love with?

A/N: Hello, hello, hello!! Here is yet another chapter our amazing fic!! Thank you so much for the feedback and giving the first chapter so much love!! It means everything to me and my friend Puck!! Don’t forget to leave a comment here on AQ telling us what you think!! Did you like this chapter? What did it make you feel if you can still feel things! God knows I can’t!!! Haven’t since I was like three! But that’s not the point the point is to leave us feedback!! Thank you again for reading!!

A/N2: I’m blown away by the positive response to this fic! Thank you so much for all of the likes and reviews you’ve all left, it means the world to me, especially since this is the first fic I’ve posted here, and my first RDR fic. Please keep the feedback coming, we’d love to hear where you want this story to go and what about it you’re liking so far! -Puck

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lauren’s eyes (aka its likely you’ll have heart palpitations reading this)

so as we all know, lauren has some god damn killer eyes and i thought id make this masterpost bc quite honestly i wanted something to scroll through to see some pics of my girlfriends eyes and i wanted to share it w/ the world! here we go:

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  • Rooster Teeth: We'll make this little animated cartoon and fill it with inside jokes. They'll love it! It will be so funny and a nice break from all the heavy shit that we put into Red vs Blue and RWBY.
  • Rooster Teeth: Uh...this show was supposed to be a joke you guys. Like, a light hearted comedy full of laughter and Powerpuff style animation.
  • Community: MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!! WHEN THE FUCK IS JUNE 18TH?!?!?!?!?!
  • Rooster Teeth: Well shit...
It may be possible that if people thought of life and everything that comes along with it more deeply and purely the world wouldn’t be so insane itself. They could think about how being bitter and hatful is a waste. because I mean who wants life to come to a end knowing you did nothing very worth while. I know the feeling of wanting death to come sooner the it should. But I still want to do something with my life. Instead you sat in a job that didn’t suit you well only because it got you through the month and payed the bills. Being spiteful and unhappy. Sure things make you happy. But let’s think, how many people are there really that are living life to the fullest? Making their dreams come true and pursuing actually lasting happiness? Not many. Everyone is so damn miserable. I don’t want to do anything but what I want to achieve in my short time here. I want to fucking make a impact and prove that there are still things to live for and good people in this world. Not everyone is shit. The world isn’t shit. Life is not shit. If it was shit you wouldn’t smile every time something made you even a little happy. Or things that make you’re heart beat faster and pulse go crazy out of excitement. Things that lifts the weight off of your heavy shoulders. I could go on, but all you need if one reason. One reason to make life less awful. And they’re are plenty out there. Find one. Don’t waste life. Don’t be someone you are not. Don’t live anything less then how you want too. Stop. Breath. You are not completely trapped in anything. Not your mind. Not your house. Not your body. Jesus Christ, you’re alive. That is so beautiful. You are so amazing and beautiful. You are not what you think you are. You are not made up of those things that happened in the past. The past is the past. It’s done. It’s over. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Only grow from it. Be the change you want to see. The change in the world. The change in yourself. The change in your past. It doesn’t define you. What does define you is what kind of person you are when you leave this world. Please just find yourself. Find your inner peace. And smile, because why the fuck not?
—  Vanessa A. admeli0ra
okay i get one sentimental post so here goes

It is so much fun to complain about 1D and all the shit I do for them and it’s so ridiculous to wake up at 4am to see vines of a show I paid plenty good money to see the first time around……but it’s always a little less crazy bc i get to do it with all of you. the best part of even liking this band is all of you guys who make it so much more enjoyable and let me have this place where I get to be happy without thinking about it so thanks.

Making Changes- Chapter One (Camila/You/Lauren)

Making Changes- Chapter One


“Mom? What’s going on?” I prodded, this was never good.

She looked up peering up into my eyes and letting out a sad sigh, “Me and your father got a call from the base in Florida this morning,” my heart dropped, “Go pack up your stuff because we’re moving back to Miami.”    

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Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 33)

Finally, I finished part 33. This one’s long I think. I had Harry feels in this chapter lol. This time I mean it when I say the story is almost ending. I just wanted to add a small twist before ending it all. Don’t worry though, the ending is already planned out. Thank you for reading and pleaseeeee message me thinking what you thought of this chapter. I would appreciate it. Love you allllllll xx 💕💙💜💕


Harry’s POV

Liam and I haven’t left the station for one second. I don’t plan to either, I want to be informed about everything that involves Y/N. It’s nearing sundown and this kidnapper hasn’t called me since earlier this afternoon. It’s frustrating not knowing anything or if he’s going to call at all.
At least they’ve found something, somewhere she could possibly be. In the woods? I have no idea what could possibly be in there but I sure hope she’s in a building of some sort at least. I keep wondering if she’s being well fed. The fact that she probably still has on that short dress irks me, it barely covers her legs. I guess that’s why I’m so paranoid and scared that this asshole is gonna try to get his way with her, I’d hurt him, I would.

“Mate, what time is it? Why hasn’t this man called?” I shook my head not knowing how to respond to Liam’s second question.

“It’s nearing 7:30. I keep checking my phone but,” I spoke too soon as my phone lit up with an oncoming call from the private number. Without hesitation I stand to my feet and answer it,
“About time you call,” I baffle into the speaker.

“Glad to hear you know when I’m calling. I’m calling to hear about my money, so, what’s the update on it?” He asks bluntly getting to the point.
I realize the investigators taking notice on the call, getting right on it to track this call again. We need exact pin point location on this bastard.

“Your money is being processed. Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. Let me talk to Y/N.” I demand in a condescending voice. Liam stands next to me, trying to hear what he’s saying.

“Not so fast Styles. I know you’re smart enough to not have gone to the police about this, right? I did warn you that if you did, Y/N would pay the price for it.” The threatening sound in his voice is enough to keep my mouth shut. He said he would have people watching our every move and if we went to the police about this, he’d know. Was that maybe just a bluff?
“Because you are aware I’m a man of my word, and I hope you are too. I want my money, Wednesday morning, don’t fuck this up.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Just please let me talk to Y/N, that’s all I ask.” I plea. With a sigh and heavy breath coming from the other line, he continues,

“At the moment, she can’t. I guess you can say she’s a little bit… shaken up.” The perilous tone in his voice makes me shudder, I can tell he has a smirk on his god damn face. Nothing would make me happier than to rip it off his fucking face. Alarm suddenly go off in my head that he did something to her and at that very moment my heart sinks.

“What did you do? What did you do to her you piece of shit?” Venom laced clearly in my voice, almost hissing at the son of a bitch. My chest rises and falls in expeditiously pace. I’m begin to panic as images and thoughts begin clouding my head with some of the worst possible ideas.

“I just had a taste of her, that’s all.” He taunts. Liam’s mouths to me a ‘what’s happening?’. He too has a fallen expression as he imagines what I’m thinking. Everyone is on full alert on the phone call I am on at the moment.

“I swear to fuck if you touched her,” I raise my voice higher but quickly lower it, “I will hurt you, I will have no mercy, understand that?”

“Of course you would. Oh Styles she was amazing, she felt so good around me as I fucked her mercilessly. She was warm, nice and tight just the way I like em’. How you haven’t fucked this beauty beats me, you must be gay.” My mouth goes dry as I hear his spiteful words go in through my ear. He couldn’t have, he couldn’t. I can’t hear anymore of this shit, he has to be lying. Please be lying.

“Enough of this shit. I don’t believe a single word you just said.” I call him out on his bluff. At least I hope it is. Y/N couldn’t have gone through that, I refuse to believe he raped her. I bite down on the inside of my cheek as I picture her being pinned down, not being able to move as he moves in out of her while tears of pain and sorrow stream down her beautiful face. As much as I try to push the vile thoughts away I can’t, the images won’t go away.

“Believe what you want, I don’t care. She was a good fuck, you should try her out sometime. The face of an angel but fucks like the whore she is. Gotta love it when those two characteristics contrast with each other.” I have ignored all surroundings around me as I hear him spill out his foul words to me. I hadn’t notice a tear escaped my eye. They became glossy, water filling up at the very brim of my eyes. I can’t listen to this anymore. I try forcing myself to throw the phone against the wall but it’s as if I’m in some paralysis mode and I can’t move at all.

“Please let me talk to her,” I croak, my voice cracking but sounding confident enough with hope. I need to hear her voice. I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s going through. I know this is my fault, I dragged her into this. I should’ve protected her, Kendall and I should’ve never happen none of this shit should he happening. It’s all my god damned fault she’s in there and that he by chance did rape her.
I was supposed to keep her safe and yet again I can’t even fucking do that.

“Fine, but you only have a few minutes because I have other shit to take care of.” I breathe heavily in and out to stifle any cries as my heart aches for her. I glance quickly at Liam who’s still dumbfounded and confused about what the hell is going on. He’s gonna break, I know he is.
Moments later, after some ruffling sounds and some echoes in the back, I hear her small, groggy voice say, “hello.” It almost sounds as if she was sleeping.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Harry.” She coughs trying to respond, I take it she’s dazed.

“Harry?” Her voice clears, aspiration etched clearly. She sounds so tired, so exhausted and worn out. I mustn’t think about what he told me, if I do I’ll break and I need to stay strong for her sake.

“Baby,” I breathe, whispering lowly. I realize I unconsciously called her baby, but I don’t care. She didn’t correct me, and for some reason it gave me a glimpse of hope.
“Y/N you’ll be out soon. By Wednesday morning you’ll be back, I promise. I’m gonna rescue you and you’ll be safe. Liam’s here too,” I look up to meet his glare. He seems still out of the loop but he’s caught on that I’m talking to her. The lad’s eyes became glossy as I assume he can hear her voice. Look at us men, both becoming highly emotional as the woman we’re both madly in love with speaks.

“Liam,” she says his name in excitement. I know it doesn’t mean anything, besides now is not the time for me to be a jealous asshole. I need to savor in this moment that I’m talking to her and she is not neglecting me, not hatred towards me is laced in her voice.

“Hi Y/N,” he says loudly enough for her to hear. I hear a small, barely audible giggle coming from her and it warms my heart. This girl is brave, she’s been through so much shit in almost twenty-four hours yet she can still manage to crack a small laugh. One that makes me overly joyed to hear.

I contemplate on bringing up what the man said to me about him.. Fuck, I can’t even bring myself to say it, It’s not even close to possible. I decide against it and not bring it up at all, if he did do something to her, she would’ve sounded broken. She sounds weak but not as weak as I assumed she would be. But that could also mean that she’s masking the pain she’s enduring so we won’t have to worry. I couldn’t possibly be over thinking this but it’s common sense.

She always puts others first, she doesn’t like it when people worry about her because she’d rather go through something alone and suffer than have others suffer along with her. Either way, she’s a strong girl, admirable at her tolerance, god I love this woman. So pure and sweet, yet I’ve tainted her, I know I have.

“I miss you Y/N. I know we’re still in an awkward situation you and I but we will talk about it when we get you back. Don’t forget the most important thing Y/N,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“That I love you, I love you so much even if you don’t want to hear it. I’m in love with you Y/N, and I will keep repeating it to you until you accept that.” Liam’s facial expression seems a bit irritated at my words but I don’t care. Our gentlemen’s deal is still on and we will both fight for her love. She will decide who she wants and at the end of the day we will respect what she wants, but I will not give up so easily.

I know we’re meant to be because if we weren’t, life wouldn’t be throwing us these massive fucking curve balls at us for nothing. There’s a reason for all of this, we were put in this situation for a damn reason. I love her, I love her so much and as much as she denies that she doesn’t love me anymore I will keep calling her out on that because it’s bullshit.

Her words can speak all they want but her eyes will never lie to me. Even if I only say her for just a while before all the shit went down. It feels like days, weeks even that have passed by but it’s crazy that it’s only been close to twenty-four hours since her disappearance.

“Harry, I… I know we have a lot to talk about but now is not the time. I’m so exhausted, this dick keeps treating me like shit and I just want to get over with this.”

“And you will, I promise. I have everything ready. He will get his fucking money and leave as far away as possible,” I promise her. I know this a promise I will keep, I know I’ve broken so many but this is one that I will go through with.
“And don’t argue with me about the money. Liam and I have put together the five million dollars. Y/N, baby I don’t care about that shit. I love you and though you don’t believe me I will prove it to you. I can’t eat nor think about anything else other than you being okay. I love you baby girl, and I will shout it out for the whole damn world to hear.” I say with such force. I don’t even care at the amount of stares I’m getting in this room, not even Liam’s eye rolling and scolding is ruining this. I hear a few aw’s and oo’s coming from the ladies on the investigation side, seeming to admire the words that I’m spilling onto my girl.
That’s right, my girl, because even if she technically isn’t, she has my heart and I have hers, I know of it.
The moment she’s about to respond, I hear some muffling coming from the man as he takes the phone away from her.

“Enough of that shit, geez you’re such a pussy. Alright Romeo, you got to talk to her. I want my money. Wednesday at eleven in the morning sharp. I will give you proper instructions that day. I will tell you where this exact location is, and she will be here and by the time you get here I will be long gone. You might have a bit of a surprise when you get here, fair warning. See ya Styles.” And with that he hangs up leaving me with only words dangling from my mouth. I’m snapped back to reality as a very irritated Liam scowls at me for all the shit I just said but it’s fair.

“Could’ve toned it down on the love confessions there, mate.” He says spitefully. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior but quickly realize I too would have done the same thing if this were him.
“What if I wanted to talk to her?”

“Liam, not now.” I say walking over to the small group of investigators. I shake him off, ignoring his mumbling of words I’d rather just ignore.
“Anything?” I ask them.

“We’re still trying to surpass it, but no location just yet. We have detectives and teams looking out in the nearest woods of LA. I don’t think this man could have gone very far but we do know he’s smart. He knew this place would be hard track down.” She thoroughly explains. I bring my hand over to my chin, running my index finger and thumb over it, rubbing the small stubble on my chin. I know I have to be patient but that was out the door a long time ago.
“Sir, they will find her. Don’t worry.” She assures me. She returns to her work, leaving me only to wonder what happens next. Now we have to wait till the actual day for this shit to come to an end. It’s only gonna keep on dragging further and further.


I’m abruptly woken up by a loud banter going on at the front door of the warehouse. My eyes try to adjust to the sunlight. It must be morning now since the sun is just now rising at the very horizon, the light is piercing through the windows. I can’t say I slept peacefully, nor comfortably but at least I slept a good amount. As soon as I was done talking to Harry, I dozed off, but his words lingered in the back of my head. I didn’t have much time to process them, but they’re etched in my memory and my heart. I remember every word. And for once, I think I actually consider the fact that Harry possibly does love me like he says he does. The way his words were expressed, the way he sounded so enamored. It felt like something out of a movie or a love story from a very cheesy book.

I won’t lie and say it didn’t warm my heart to hear him say that to me, because in all honesty, it did. I’m still extremely pissed about him ignoring me for two months and I’ll be bitter about it for a long time but I can’t deny that he’s really trying. Still it doesn’t justify it, and it doesn’t mean that I’ve forgiven him about it, but I know I’ll have to let go of that grudge one day. But I doubt that’ll happen right away, right now I’m just so confused. I know even though I’m being stubborn, I still love him. I love Harry, if only things didn’t go differently then maybe Harry and I would potentially be together.
And then there’s Liam, sweet and patient Liam, he still deserves that chance I promised I would give him. It’s insane that even under these conditions, I’m still thinking about those two men who are driving me crazy. I know I am too, with all that’s been happening. I just have faith that everything will go back to normal, I’m just asking for too much. Even if I did forgive Harry, destiny doesn’t want us to be together, no matter how much we would want to. The thing is, do I even want to? I know that I deny it, and sometimes even to myself, but I love Harry. I’m just as in love with him as I was when I first realized I was. Those times seemed so much simpler than now, they seem distant. So much has happened since then. All the fighting, the arguing. Life is so fucked up on how it throws curve balls at you. It’s just the way it is, can’t prevent the inevitable. Like I said, things happen for a reason.

I’m interrupted from my thoughts when the loud banter that awoke me from my slumber stops abruptly. My eyes go for the front door, it swings wide open revealing the man who’s name is Andrew, the guy behind all of this. He storms in, looking mad? Pissed off. His nostrils are flaring.
He’s dressed in fancy attire, almost business like if I may add.
He approaches me with narrow eyes and my instinct is to scoot down as my fear of him doing something to me washes throughout my body. I turn away from him, but to my surprise he goes to my hands, pulling out a knife from his pocket. What’s with these guys carrying around pocketknives?
I immediately flinch, thinking he’s going to stab me or some other crazy tactic. He cuts the ropes from behind my hands, setting my arms and hands free. Without a word said, he sits me up, placing me firmly up. My arms are so sore from being in that same position, I can hardly move them. I rub my wrists from the rashes the rope gave me.
He proceeds to cut the rope from my ankles as well. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m confused. Is he letting me go? And where’s Marcus? He’s always here whenever I wake up when I’m sleeping or napping. The way his hands gently touch me makes me feel as if he’s being, caring?
He places both of his hands on either side of my head, catching me off guard by staring straight at me.

“Are you okay?” He says softly. Well that’s an odd question to ask someone who’s being held captive on his own behalf.
“What did Marcus do? Tell me!” He orders patronizingly.

“What’s going on? Where is he?” Not that I care, but if he could shed some light on the situation then maybe I’d understand. Fuck, I barely understand this entire thing.

“We were talking out there and he mentioned that he touched you and that he, you know,” He suddenly goes at a loss for words, what a change. I nod for him to continue on, “That he tried to have his way with you, so I punched him. Tell me Y/N, did he force you to have sex with him against your own will?” My eyes go wide. Did he tell him I had sex with him? That bastard. Oh but what else was I supposed to expect from someone as heartless as him.

“What? No, no that didn’t happen. Yes he groped my waist and thighs, and kissed my neck,” I stop myself, barely being able to even relive and rethink those horrible moments. Those moments of my vulnerable state. I can still feel his filthy hands on me.

“Don’t go on Y/N. If it’s too hard for you to say it, then don’t, I won’t force you to.” He says softly, tucking hair behind my ear. This is a change of an attitude, he seemed more cold, and mean yesterday but today it’s a lot more different. I can’t help but stare into his eyes. All I see is remorse, pain. He’s seems to be really mad, almost livid that Marcus tried raping me.

“He didn’t, no. He didn’t get to go all the way. He was interrupted and luckily he didn’t go any further after that.” I clear the mess up that this moron created. He nods slowly, comprehensive of my explanation. To me, it seems as if what Marcus did went on a personal level. Like if he’s relating to something personal that of his life.
“Andrew,” I call for him to look up at me, “what he did really seems to bother you. I don’t mean to be nosy or anything, but why?” I don’t know why I’m curious, I just am. The way his sincerity was clear from the moment he got here. Almost as if he wanted to protect me.

“Then don’t be nosy,” he snaps at me. So we’re back to the hostility. For a second, I thought he regretted having me here but deep down I know I was being too hopeful. I nod, not wanting to push his buttons any further. I can see he’s really ticked and pushing this further would only be worse for me. He’s a man with an attitude and temper, reminds me of someone I know. How ironic.
“Look, I’m sorry. I just hate when guys think they can take advantage of a girl because she’s weaker than them. I warned him when he hit you, but this is out of line.”

“So does this mean you got rid of him?” I wouldn’t mind him getting replaced. At least this kidnap thing wouldn’t be as bad if he wasn’t here.

“No, I wish I could but I can’t. I have a deal with him and that son of a bitch knows his shit. He’s outside the warehouse cleaning up his bloody nose. This doesn’t mean I’m letting you go by any means. My vengeance on Styles hasn’t lifted. Which is the main reason on why I’m here.” His hatred for Harry goes further than I thought. It still isn’t clear to me on what horrible act Harry did before I knew him. Who Harry was before the fame and fortune, because the Harry I know is incapable of hurting anyone. Even if he did hurt me, emotionally.

“Andrew, please elaborate. I need to know why your hatred for Harry has driven you to these extremes. I’ve been wondering all day yesterday since you told me and I need to know what you know,” I urge. I may be acting a little pushy right now, but damn it I have a right to know.
He looks at hesitantly, like if he doesn’t wanna tell me. Almost as if the truth would be too much for me to handle.

“I need you to brace yourself Y/N, because you are about find out who the real Harry Styles is. Who he was before the fame and fortune, before you had a clue on who he was. You’re about to get an earful, and after this, you won’t look at that piece of shit the same way.” His words scare me, I’m not ready. But without giving it another thought, I nod, granting him to proceed. It’s time I find out what the real truth is. No more bullshit, this is it, it’s happening..

Why T (and YOU) Should Be Watching Being Human (With Focus on the First Three Seasons) - NO SPOILERS

(I saw your reply lilamadison11 and ignored it because I was already halfway done, deal with it, this is happening, you’re welcome, etc.)

  • First, you can watch Being Human on Netflix like a boss. What, y'all are too good for Netflix now? Watch the fucking show.
  • Fuck the American remake. Fuck it. It doesn’t exist here.
  • Look at this sexy-ass cast:
  • Lenora Crichlow, Aidan Turner and Russell Tovey are prime examples of THE perfect cast. The chemistry and performances are perfection. This is a cast that just clicks and crackles on screen together. They’re all good friends and it shows (with the requisite rumored love connection during filming).
  • This is a show about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost who live in a house together (and their labels are metaphors for things such as drug/alcohol/sex addiction, insecurity, etc). You think it’s going to suck but it does not.
  • The writing and performances are ON POINT. The first season is tight writing all around and the character development is ridiculous.
  • The characters make mistakes and are flawed. Their shortcomings are treated as part of the beauty of…being human!
  • You are going to ship the shit out of these two, holy shit:
  • This show is HEARTBREAKING. The performances will break your heart, the plot will break your heart- honestly, it’s best to prepare yourself because this shit is heavy.
  • The original score. The score is perfection:

The piece of music above is one that STILL makes me emotional. I still get teary listening to it. 

  • ANNIE. Annie Fucking Sawyer. The fandom was frustratingly all about Aidan Turner and Russell Tovey (but they’re both great! I do love them), but in my opinion, Annie- Lenora Crichlow- is what held the show together. She was the heart of the show. A wonderfully human character (WHO IS A WOC!) who is at her core a good person (and perhaps the “best” person on the show, she is an example of GOOD in a world of anti-heroes without being bland. She has spark and attitude and isn’t afraid to cry and is so strong and she’s just a beautiful person and a beautiful female character. Everyone sleeps on this character and it’s ridiculous because she’s one of my favorite characters of all time. Oh, and Annie makes a mean cup of tea.
  • It’s actually REALLY funny. To this day, this makes me crack the fuck up:

  • As with all Brit shows, the cast changes it up in later seasons but like with Misfits, nothing beats the original. 
  • Aidan Turner is a sexy bitch and he wears leather jackets and is shirtless and he looks dirty in a sexy way.
  • So yeah, like Misfits, Being Human is must-see viewing for any drama lover. While not as funny as Misfits, BH is, at its core, a heartbreaking drama about love, friendship, death, and hope while trying to navigate around the hardships of life.