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“jesus fucking christ, ian. i don’t - how the fuck did i not know that you and jo were a thing?” the frustration was evident in his tone. marco and ian had never been the best influences on each other, they both really just thrived off of each other’s stupidity and carelessness. for months, he’d been telling her to blow off the girl his friend has been seeing. you’re too young to be tied down, he often told him. but it was so much more different now that he found out he had been contributing to the heartache of his own sister. “please, please, please fucking stay away from her.” a warning. “she doesn’t deserve any of this shit. you fucking know that.” 

👹 Worst dream involving your muse she had a dream once that ian got really, really mad at her and wouldn’t tell her why. she avoided him for three days after that

sometimes he lovingly calls people “asshole” or “shithead”. when it comes to being called a pet name, he only allows close friends to do so. otherwise, all they’ll get is a raised eyebrow. when he’s dating someone, he’ll call them babe, baby, love. 

‘ yes i do. i’ve watched shows like grey’s anatomy. ’

callie sat on top of the kitchen counter, eating ice cream out of the tub, and watching the tv in the living room when the door opened. ‘ hey ’, she said, not even knowing who walked in yet. the first thing she noticed about ian was his smirk. for a moment, she was confused as to why, but then she looked down at her shirt. ‘ before you say anything. it’s a nice shirt, okay ? ’, callie announced, hoping off the counter to poke ian in the chest. ‘ and no, i’m not giving it back.’ 

“me doing anything stupid?”marco scoffed. “i have never, never done anything stupid in my whole entire 21 years of existence.” and yet, ian could probably hear the blaring music and the sound of frat boys cheering someone on. it was almost criminal how easy it was for him to infiltrate their group, all he had to do was wear a dri-fit tank top and address everyone he encountered as “bro”. “so, you remember that group of assholes at the bar last night? well, i’m in their hotel room, and they left their supply of alcohol unguarded. and maybe i have some laxatives on me right now. stay alert, because i might need backup.”