i think i found hell

Q UENTIN. xxvii. bartender. he was always being left, always handed down and strung out. in the beginning he trusted e v e r y o n e, in the end he trusted ( no one ). he’d tasted the bitterness of ‘goodbye’ too many times.

[fyeahdanielsharman]

Merry Christmas

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Harlow & Quentin. (Moodboard)

↳ ❝ It’s messy. It means arguing and making up and laughing and crying and struggling, and sometimes, it doesn’t seem worth it. But it is. And, at the end, when you’re in love, no matter what happens, you forgive each other. ❞

[liv-brighton]

Sorry, Mate. | Ryder & Quentin

[quentinmalone]

ryder-hawkins:

( @quentinmalone )

The night was pretty long already and Ryder couldn’t wait for his shift to end. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy working at the casino – it was better than most jobs, he got a kick out of putting people in their right place when they tried to start drama, and he got paid good money to get rough with the assholes. But some nights could be particularly boring, especially when people were in their best behavior and he didn’t have to do much – which was particularly dramatic for him, who had a need to be constantly moving.

His boredom however, was short lived when he heard his radio going off, someone calling for security. That was him. With reinvigorated energy, the male walked with long, steady strides until he reached the section where seemed to be problem, only to realize he knew the person who was causing the ruckus. That demotivated him a little, because he knew that nothing too dramatic would happen that night, and he was itching to throw some punches – oh well, he’d have to look somewhere else for that.

“Now, now, buddy. That’s enough.” He told the other male, placing his hands on his shoulders, rough enough to pull him back, before forcing him on his feet. “Seems like you’ve had a little too much to drink. It’s a shame you’ve lost all your money, though.” But it was clear by his tone that if anything, Ryder was rather amused by that.

It was not a good day for Quentin. In fact it was a terrible day. Actually, it might have been a terrible week or even month. He was put under so much pressure not only by the situation that he was currently in but by himself as well. The incident that gave him a large scar on his chest was the reason why he felt like things were falling apart all around him and there was nothing he could do but force himself to make decisions he was not yet ready to make. And the whole thing was even worse, when he realized the impossibility of any stress relief in the situation he was now in. The inability to do anything with his left arm annoyed him more than caused him pain and he hated feeling like a cripple. He usually released all his pain, anger and anxiety while boxing, but that couldn’t be the solution right in that moment. Harlow would want him dead rather than see him and pretty much any girl with sanity wouldn’t want anything to do with him looking like that. So Q found himself entering the nearest casino he knew.

It had been made clear that he wasn’t supposed to be using alcohol considering how much painkillers he was on, but that never really stopped someone like Quentin from drinking. Or losing all his savings. The male had had a few when he took a tight grip of croupier’s neck. “Why are you doing this to me?” he exclaimed, shaking the skinny man in front of him a little, before he was pushed back by someone. As soon as Q gained balance once again, he pushed the arms away from him. “Don’t touch me,” he commanded and glanced back at the face of the security guard that had stopped him. He didn’t actually intend to do anything to the croupier as much as he suspected he had been scammed. “Hey, I know this weakass! Is that really the security guard you’re sending me? Well, damn,” Quentin sneered yelling at the security cameras all around the place. “Give me my money back, I’ll be your security guard!” The male laughed and bumped shoulders with Ryder.

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Firebreather. | Harlow & Quentin

[quentinmalone]

harlow-rowe:

As a response, Harlow merely nodded her head, not wanting to press the subject any further. Perhaps Quentin was wrong, but of course he wouldn’t say it, or even admit it if he thought so – he never did. He wouldn’t let her hold on to the negativity, but he’d rather try and pull her up, or at least keep her mind off it, it’s what he always did, it was the arrangement that worked for them. At his words, she pressed her lips, somewhat surprised by his bold response, considering the way things were between them now, but she’d be lying if she didn’t like it; the young woman liked this side about him, the confidence, the way he fought her and wouldn’t shy near her, he wouldn’t break and she couldn’t bend him – or at least that’s what it appeared. “Are you so sure about that?” She quirked an eyebrow, but it was obvious that his statement was right. Harlow almost backed away when he asked if she was sure, she almost told him no, not because she really wasn’t sure, but because she wanted to be strong and hold on to her resolve, but that was practically impossible, when he was saying the things he had said to her that night, and when he was standing so close to her, and holding her so tightly in place, and when she could feel the way his heart was beating in his chest. “You can’t ask me that after telling me those things and kissing me the way you did.” She pointed out, leaning a bit closer again to close the distance between them. “Hurry, before I change my mind.”

“You know, you can smile mischievously all you want and throw any insult that you can think of, but nothing can mask those eyes that give away what you really want,” Quentin replied to her question and the challenging look on her face and especially the eyes. This game was so familiar to them, it was kind of surprising that the two of them still managed to stumble upon it again and again. And keep playing it. It worked for them to stick to something familiar, perhaps that was the explanation, to hold onto such a small bit of past while everything around them was breaking apart. And it was still important for them to understand how much they had grown together from all of that. “I just don’t want you to have even more regrets because of me,” he admitted and moved their hands tied together away from his chest. Quentin stared down at her lashes for a small few moments before he looked around and turned away to get to the closest and easiest exit of the crowd and the club they were at, dragging her to go along with him. He checked up on her every now and then, but soon enough they had reached their destination outside with the fresh air that the place had been lacking. The male pulled Harlow closer to him, as he had done before on the dancefloor. He took a strand of her hair and put it behind the female’s ear, leaning in. “Don’t you dare change your mind,” he whispered in her ear, looked back at her and opened the closest cab for her.

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reina-chen:

“There might have been strippers, you never know.” Reina grinned, “You owe me some fucking cake, I’m just saying. I sit by your bed when you get yourself hurt and you don’t get me cake? I’m expecting something chocolatey by the end of the week, Q, no exceptions.” She said while perching her feet up on the table before her. She looked up at Quentin again as he spoke and let out a laugh, “You’re a bartender and you don’t like talking to people? You’re lucky you’re cute.” She tutted with a playful shake of her head, “It’s event planning. So parties, galas, you name it - I’m all over it and I’ve been pretty amazing at planning a good party if I do say so myself.” Reina said confidently and turned her portfolio over for him to look at, “It’s my true calling. I’m sure you can help me out with decorating if you want to get out of bartending and I’ll make sure you’re the boss of the other workers but minimal talking.” She offered, “Three seater, black, leather… Even complete with a lounger on the opposite ends and the arms have a compartment for snacks.” She explained with a wink. “Something you’d like?”

“Oh, right. I actually forgot that I had a gift for you,” he replied looking at her a bit mysteriously as he reached for the insides of his jacket, trying to remember which pocket he had hidden it well in. He took out a long black box, a relatively small one, and gave it to her, smirking mischievously. What lay in the box was a pen, or at least something that looked like a pen, but was indeed a knife. Q stumbled upon a thing like this accidentally and thought she would like it, even though wouldn’t really need to use it much, since her fists would probably do more damage than that little thing, but it was still funny for him. “So that’ll do for the cake,” he laughed. “I just liked alcohol. Also, this is exactly the reason, why I’m thinking of quitting,” the male confessed and bit in his lip. “As great as it sounds like it’s doing for you, going to have to say no,” he laughed. “I’m not the party pooper, not party planner.” The male rubbed his chin and nodded his head at the description of her couch. “Yeah, seems good, seems good. Let me know when you’re getting rid of it.”

[dsharmansource]

[quentinmalone]

livewire. sasha & quentin.

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sashajacobsx:

Sasha’s mother always had a habit of asking her if she regretted getting with Quentin, of course just to get under her skin. There wasn’t a moment in their relationship that Sasha regretted, which to this day bothered her to her core. Plenty of people would have given up after getting hit with a car, but her hope in people still hadn’t changed. A few weeks after waking up, her mother hit her with the same question figuring her answer would change. The way Sasha saw it, hating Quentin would have been the easiest thing to do. Only he wasn’t the person who hit her with a car, it was his foster father. Who Sasha remembered as being this horrible person, Quentin always deserved better in her eyes. To this day, her mother knew better than to bring Quentin up because it usually resulted in Sasha slamming a door in her face. She heard his statement before walking away, which cut through the facade she had built and suddenly she was seventeen again and he was the boy who captured her heart so easily. 

Asking for a break wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since her manager knew what she had been through and was still going through. Taking time for herself was important, especially when her anxiety started acting up. Which was certainly something new in her life, ever since she woke up thinking she was still in high school. Once her apron was off, Sasha walked outside the front door in order to get some air. Being in front of people always got to her at times, but the person being Quentin just made it that much more worse. Taking a few steps to the left, she found herself sitting on the bench that was in front of the restaurant. Her phone in her hands, she contemplated on calling her aunt who knew the whole story behind why she was in a coma in the first place. The important thing being she never judged Sasha for what she felt, unlike her own mother. “Get yourself together, Jacobs.” She muttered, feeling completely useless.

He fought with himself in his mind so much it was exhausting. The thin line between what he wanted to do and what he was supposed to do got mixed up all together by his overthinking, but he still had strength to keep himself from asking the other waitress about Sasha and where she could have run off to. It was sort of a coincidence that just the second he had stepped outside, he stopped staring forward. Quentin wanted to turn back so bad. But he didn’t want to turn back so bad. And then he realized that the female sitting on a bench was in fact the female he couldn’t stop thinking about. It had been a few minutes from when he had last seen her, to him it felt like days. Perhaps, by the amount of how much he had thought everything through so quickly and made conclusions.

Before he could actually catch himself doing something he shouldn’t, before he could stop himself, he found that he had already sat right beside her. And it was too late to talk himself out of something by then. It was probably too late the second that he realized it was her. Quentin didn’t say anything for a short while, he just stared forward at the street and the two of them looked like two strangers, waiting for something together. But the silence was drilling his brain and so he cleared his throat quickly. “What are you doing in Vegas? How long are you here for?” he asked her quietly and dared to turn his head a little to be able to see her and look her in the eye. He simply couldn’t stop thinking about how much the two of them had changed. Truth be told he felt a little scared. There was so much she could give him shit about, he was scared that she would find out what he had been up to after leaving her. And that it was the sort of thing that had been the reason she had gotten hurt in the first place.

[quentinmalone]

estrangement. valor & quentin.

It was weird. It was as if something was kind of missing. Everything in Quentin’s life fell what could be called back to normal after his accident, but truth be told, nothing in his life was actually normal. Just normal for him, normal for the life he had created for himself in Vegas. But he soon realized something really was a bit off. And that something was his best friend. They could go on without talking to each other much for days, but Quentin just had a feeling that something was going down and the silence from the other was making him have even more nervous. They had had a talk about what’s probably going to happen after the word about James breaks out before and the fact that Valor hadn’t contacted him for this long, made the male instinctively think that something was wrong.

Quentin had a day off. In fact, he had wanted it to be his last day off as a bartender, but the male still had doubts about where he wanted to stand and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Not to mention, his best friend’s sudden disappearance made him hesitate as well. So he found himself standing in front of one fancy piece of wooden door. Deep down Q was a bit hurt finding out Valor was actually still in Vegas, perhaps him not giving his friend a notice of where he was at would have been easier if he was just simply out of town for a few days. The curly male sighed and opened the door to the room Valor was usually found whenever he wasn’t away. He walked in confidently and looked around a bit, noticing the man he was looking for. “Oh, so you’re alive. Wasn’t really sure until now.” @valor-rowe

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[quentinmalone]

riverdaleonline:

You’re a little more dangerous than you look. You have no idea.

@harlow-rowe

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wthangelo:

“i don’t think that would’ve worked on me either, but i would’ve experienced a lot less second hand embarrassment with that one.i much would’ve preferred her just handing me a fifty and shooting a good pair of puppy eyes in my direction.” he laughed along with the other more so out of politeness than anything.

“Fifty seems like a pretty solid amount, guess you’re not cheap at all. Is that place you work at really that exclusive or do you just like the ability to take money from those poor teens parents?” Q made fun of the situation.

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iMessage ✉ Quentin

Jonny: ....I might have.

Jonny: If you're gonna bring me weed. I totally meant to text you lol

Quentin: do i do anything when theres nothing in it for me????

Quentin: nah

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Firebreather. | Harlow & Quentin

[quentinmalone]

harlow-rowe:

The way he laughed at her words did nothing to ease her mind, even though she knew he wasn’t making fun of her, quite the contrary. “What if it’s not?” She insisted, looking up at him, their bodies so close now there was no more space between them. Their closeness threw her back for a moment, distracted her enough that she almost forgot she was supposed to be mad at him, and it almost made her give in to her instincts, but she stopped herself once he spoke again, brought back down by his words. Again, his words did nothing to ease her mind, if anything it only made her feel worse. “Yeah? I think you’re a bit delusional. If anything, it’s a testimony to your stupidity.” She retorted, though her tone was soft. “Again, you’re delusional. No one wants to see that.” She gestured for his body with an arched brow, but it was clear by the way she looked at him that she was joking; she’d just rather not share him with a crowd of strangers. Harlow’s gaze dropped to his chest as Quentin placed her hand above his heart, relishing on the fact that the muscle was still beating steadily and strongly on his chest, under her touch. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his breathing against her ear caused her own breathing to get hitched in her throat, the pace of her heart quickening at his words, and she knew right then that she was done for. Reaching up, she placed her hand on the back of his neck, and in a quick movement she turned her face to his and pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply and hard. “Take me to your place.” She spoke against his lips, once she had to break the kiss for air.

Her big blue eyes were starring up at him and suddenly it was one of those nights a few years ago, when all she wanted from him was a body to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay, even though Q never knew if it was. “I don’t believe that and neither should you,” he stated simply, but he wasn’t sure if it was actually strong enough to change her mind. Probably wasn’t at this point, but he’d still always keep saying it. Quentin recognized the change in her attitude the exact moment she started speaking. The look on her face was harsh and bitter, he voice was sharp and he knew in that moment she could say anything to his face, just because of that voice. “As stupid as we both know I am, everyone still wants to see me naked, especially you,” Q smirked with his teeth showing and raised his eyebrow, making him look cocky, which was truly something rare and something only a few sips of strong alcohol could accomplish. The male had wanted to kiss her the second he saw her, but he was in no place to do so. So when she reached up for him, he answered to her kiss hungrily. As he almost always did when she was the one encouraging the kiss. But what she said next wasn’t something he had expected her to say that night, so all he could do was create a wider distance between their faces than what she had led on, to look her in the eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, but his grip on her waist was so tight it was possible Harlow would have to put up a fight even if she did change her mind.

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reina-chen:

“So after a successful birthday month and some killer birthday surprises created by yours truly, I -” Reina started while placing her hand to her heart, a smile playing on her lips, “Have quit my job. Goodbye clean bedrooms with suspicious condoms - seriously, I’m pretty sure at least four of these couples have been knocked up - and hello to events in high places.” She already had a little portfolio going on and flipped it open to look at her ideas, “Also…” She was rambling - but Reina tended to do that when she was excited, “Are you in need of a sofa? I thought I’d get one for my bedroom and I don’t like it.” 

“Not sure what the hell you’re talking about, but happy late birthday, and hope you celebrated growing a year closer to death well enough. And by well enough, I clearly mean strippers,” Q replied, the look on his face a little blunt and disgusted, but he gave Reina a curious look as she kept speaking. “So what are you doing now? And can I have some of that as well? Anything that doesn’t involve communicating with people,” he replied and looked down at the paper sheets in front of him. “I mean I have a sofa, but it’s small, I don’t like it. I can’t take naps on it comfortably, my legs are too long, how big is it?” the male replied fully serious.

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wthangelo:

     “–how d u m b do teens think i am?” he mused mostly to himself or whoever was interested in listening. most of his inhibitions were gone anyway he lost them on his third cup of coffee, he wasn’t even sure how much caffeine was in his system at this point. “a girl literally handed me a piece of cardstock with her picture glued to it and tried to convince me it was her i.d. i mean i appreciate that she went through the EFFORT of laminating it but who would’ve fallen for that?” 

“i do agree, it definitely seems more desperate than just saying that they forgot it at home while giving you a wink and hoping for your compassion and some kindness in your heart,” Quentin replied laughing, he was familiar with the situation all too well, working in a bar, and truth be told, that got him in all kinds of funny situations with ids.

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abelsullivan:

    he wasn’t in a good mood. the cravings were getting a lot worse, which he was used to by now but also still had a problem with. opening the bottle of aspirin next to him, and quickly popped two into his mouth. “this city is so fuckin’ basic, like i honestly don’t know what the hype is about. — i’d much rather be in dublin, right now.”

Quentin tried to stop himself for laughing out loud so bad, since what was coming out of the other’s mouth seemed so ironic to him. Since Vegas for him really was the complete opposite of basic. “How long have you been here? Give it a few weeks, you’ll get caught up in a mess of some sort, if you’re really looking forward to that. But Dublin is probably prettier, that’s true.”

[quentinmalone]

iMessage ✉ Open

Jonny: Oh my god my shoulder hurts so bad. I haven't carried my camera gear that far in so long.

Jonny: You should come over and massage my shoulder.

Jonny: Or bring me weed. ;D

Quentin: highly doubt you wanted to send this to me

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valor-rowe:

“We’ll agree to disagree,” he replied with a light smirk, barely tilting his head. Listening to him with an arched eyebrow, he nodded his head in slight understanding, but shrugged. “People like us don’t exactly get to have “stable”. I think this is the closest you can come to it. Besides, isn’t it a bit boring being stable, having the same routine everyday?” he asked, the hint of the smirk still remaining on his lips. He noticed that Q seemed to drop the topic of Harlow, but he was completely fine with this– he didn’t necessarily want to keep talking about his younger sister’s unreasonable emotions (unreasonable to him, anyways). “I hope you’ll be heal soon, you’re rather boring when you’re stuck in this bed all day long.” He mused playfully, looking around the room. “Has anyone else come to see you?”

"Well, there you go,” the male replied smirking, and he had that same look on his face that one would have by saying that. Valor’s answer didn’t really surprise Quentin at all. They might be ride or die friends, they have gone through similar things, but it was no secret to either of them that they had their differences. “Exactly. We don’t get to have it, but I want it either way. I want assurance. And I wouldn’t know what’s boring, I’ve never had that. You think I wasn’t made for boring?” His words were more like short versions of his thoughts said out loud. He still hadn’t chosen, in fact, he hadn’t had much time to think about it. It’s just that he felt like he could be tossed aside easily, and he hated that feeling. “I’ve been sleeping pretty much all the time, so no, don’t think so.”