#anyways this is the most ryan thing ever

[lollytea]

I need to watch Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure to reach my final conclusion on if she's even attracted to men

#girl help i keep thinking about sharpay and ryan being each others only friend growing up #theyre not very good at interpersonal relationships #romance is foreign to them. they dont care about playing romantic interests because they only view romance through the lens of theatre #fake. not real. an act to entertain an audience. so they dont understand why it would be weird #neither of them have ever kissed anyone #sharpay likes things that make her look better #because her whole life is a performance #so she wants troy because hes a shiny accessory to her #thinking about hsm 2 where once again when she tries to perform a romantic song (with troy this time and not her brother) #she still barely fucking looks at him #all of her attention is on the (nonexistent) audience #and ryan. ryan hm #ryan usually performs alongside sharpay #its usually an in universe performance. theyre on a stage. theres an audience #and all of his attention is on pleasing that audience #an exception to this is during the gay baseball song #where theres a different kind of audience BUT #ryan barely looks at them #most of his attention is directed solely to chad #talking flirting teasing being cocky and annoying but clearly addressing him directly through most of the song #first time this has happened with ryan. take that as you will #ANYWAY i can see sharpay as completely uninterested in romance but she hasnt realized that about herself #and she THINKS she wants it. because she sees it as glamorous #or maybe shes a lesbian i dont know #she might be a lesbian #the deciding factor is sharpays fabulous adventure #if she has chemistry with the guy in that movie then shes just repressed and clueless #if she doesnt shes aro #or possibly lesbian

[talentforlying]

tommy: john? constantine: mm? tommy: he had your laugh.

the way this almost made me cry just now, like!! the family man looking like john's father (who john resembles) and reminding john of himself, the demon constantine being his own double, the tulpa of the happiest possible version of himself who still turned out to be a raging monster — his scariest enemies keep ending up being versions of him.

his greatest fear is becoming a monster and he keeps coming up against that fear again and again and again. no wonder he avoids his own eyes when he looks in the mirror.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #there's that one new 52 comic where he met an alternate version of himself who was practically the golden boy w/o the og connotations #a version of himself who lived his life beautifully. whose mother lived. whose father was kind. who was still with kit ryan. #and he killed that version of himself in order to return to his own universe #and i can't help but wonder if he would have killed his alternate self anyway. even if it Wasn't necessary to his survival #because as spurrier's run has shown: even the happiest version of himself is a bastard beyond redemption #and that is all john will ever see in himself. someone who blights existence by his very breath #he'll never fully recognize that it is the mistakes he's made in this life that have shaped him into the best possible version of him #warts and all. failures and all. rage and grief and loss and unhealthy coping mechanisms and all. #he'll never understand that his most feared enemies look like him bc they TERRIFY him. not because they're INEVITABLE #he would do ANYTHING to avoid becoming like the family man. like the tulpa. Any. Fucking. Thing. #splits me down the fucking middle knowing he can't see that in himself #anyway it's FINE i'm FINE #( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN. #( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE.

[nero-neptune]

this coffee shop is playing covers from the glee soundtrack, which is probably waging psychological warfare on Someone. not me, tho.

#for better or worse i was never interested in glee despite being old enough to watch it #and i think that saved me from A Lot. no disrespect to anyone who actually liked it #besides i'm already a victim of ryan murphy's ahs shitshow. no one left the 2010s unscathed #the most glee-related thing i've ever done was win a wii glee karaoke game at the mall and i played the Shit outta that #so i know of plenty of glee songs (from the early seasons?) without knowing the context! #anyway. not even the craziest music i've heard in a coffee shop #one time i even heard hamilton #rambles

[imtryingbuck]

Seventy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,104

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. death (cancer)

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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In the fifteen years that has passed Bucky and Y/n became grandparents to a whopping eleven beautiful grandchildren. Each one of them being well and truly spoiled by their grandparents.

Georgia and Billy got married six months after they proposed to each other, two months later they found out they were having a baby. Natalia was born three weeks prematurely, though still tiny she was strong, always kicking her little legs out and had a set of lungs on her. Two years after Georgia gave birth to another baby girl naming her Scarlet after Billy’s favourite superhero character the Scarlet Witch.

Another two years go by and she gives birth to another baby girl named Aurora, or Rory as Y/n always calls her. Four years later Georgia rings her mom to say she’s pregnant again, the whole family getting a shock of a lifetime when they find out that she was pregnant with triplets. Two girls and a boy, Marya, Django and Rebecca, named after Wanda and Pietro’s parents and Bucky’s sister.

Jamie had three children with his now ex-wife, Nicole, though they divorced and she remarried they remained good friends and were amazing at co-parenting with each other. Ryder, Levi and Angel. Angel was born on Bucky’s birthday which he did not shut up about.

Stevie and his boyfriend Ryan had adopted a baby girl when she was a month old, she had the most brightest green eyes Y/n had ever seen. She was born with a cleft lip and her biological mother didn’t want her which was truly a shame as Quinn could melt anyone’s heart just by looking at them.

Sammy and his girlfriend Eva surprised everyone by announcing that she was pregnant, she had been told when she was younger that she was never going to be able to get pregnant which was something she had come to terms with, but she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who they named James, after Bucky and Eva’s dad.

Howard passed away in his sleep two years after Georgia got married. Y/n and Tony held his hands when he passed. He was buried with his one true love, Maria. With Grace on one side and on the other was George and Winnie. 

Grace and Bunny’s Haven became successful, another two Havens in different locations had been build and were now being used by men and women. There were plans to build a fourth Haven but it had to be put on hold.

In a year they must have seen hundreds of faces and heard similar stories. No matter how many times she heard them it didn’t stop her heart from aching each time.

Bucky’s and Y/n’s marriage was just as strong as it had ever been, Steve mocked them once for being sickly sweet so Bucky grabbed Y/n by her hand and pulled her into him and kissed her, both putting on a little show for their friends. That was until Georgia was sick.

She was pregnant at the time.

That’s their defence anyway.

The love that they had for each other continued to grow as the years went on. He was still her Ducky and she was still his Bunny. Natalia once asked Y/n if Bunny was her real name and she had to explain that it was a nickname, then explained why her grandpa called her Bunny, the little girl smiled before running to tell Georgia that her grandmas real name wasn’t Bunny.

Two weeks before Y/n and Bucky celebrated their thirty ninth wedding anniversary Y/n started coughing up blood, Bucky rushed her straight to the hospital panic filling his veins the whole time he drove there.

After blood tests were done a doctor sat the couple down and told Y/n that she had cancer. It was terminal.

It took her back to when Maria had been told the same thing, and just like Maria she didn’t cry no she asked questions whilst Bucky held her hand tighter and tighter to the point where it was hurting her but she never once removed her hand away from his. She needed him. Needed him to help ground her.

Y/n begged Bucky not to tell anyone, at least not until after their anniversary which he hesitantly agreed.

They spent their anniversary at the cabin they had been renting for the past thirty nine years to celebrate the date they became one, through the whole week they were there Bucky cried, he couldn’t understand why it was her that had cancer, to him it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she out of all people had been diagnosed with cancer, it’s wasn’t fair after all her kindness and love she shared and gave to others that she was going to be dying a slow death.

He couldn’t understand how she remained so calm throughout her diagnosis and the week they were away.

“I’ve lived an amazing life Ducky, everything will be okay I promise” she told him as she held him in her arms, wiping his tears off his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

A week after finding out that she had terminal cancer she and Bucky sat their kids down, their hearts breaking at seeing and hearing the most important people to them crying, shaking their heads in denial, Y/n got up and grabbed a hold of her children squeezing them into her chest tight, telling them how much she loves each and every one of them. She couldn’t stress enough of how proud she was of them. Bucky joined in on the family hug, all six of them crumbling together on to the floor.

Telling the group plus Tony was difficult too, all of them in denial about what Y/n was telling them. Each of them couldn’t believe that the strongest one out of them all had been diagnosed with a vile disease such as cancer.

Even with getting chemotherapy to try and slow down the cancer she was becoming weaker not like it stopped her from doing her work at Grace and Bunny’s Haven. Bucky tried and failed to get her to slow down but she wouldn’t, couldn’t as she wanted to continue being there for those who came to her for help before she passed.

“Nanny sweetie” Y/n looked down to see Quinn staring up at her with those wide green eyes that she loved so much.

“You want a sweetie darling?”

“Yes pwease nanny”

“Who am I to say no to you huh? Go ahead and get one sweetheart”

“You spoil her too much you know mom” Stevie said as he came into the living room where she was.

“I know I do but look at them cheeks”

Stevie stood by the couch and stared down at his mom, his heart ached at seeing her looking weak, something he never thought he would ever see or say about his mom. To him she was the strongest person he had even known and possibly would ever know. It had been just over a year since her diagnosis and though she was getting chemotherapy it wasn’t doing much other than delay the inevitable.

Two months prior Y/n and Bucky celebrated their fortieth anniversary, their children planned and organised a party for them at their home. Family and friends were all there to celebrate the love and memories of their time together.

Y/n cried at the surprise and seeing all their loved ones all together, Bucky cried knowing it was the last anniversary they were going to celebrate.

“H-how are you feeling today mom?”

“I’m okay don’t worry about me pumpkin”

“Mom-“ he sighed softly he knew she was still putting up a front, still trying to keep up a positive outlook though all those around her could see her smile fading everyday. “How are you, really?”

“I-I’m scared of dying if I’m honest Stevie, b-but like I told your dad I’ve lived a great life so I’m okay with what’s happening”

Stevie sits next to his mom holding her hands as he started to struggle with keeping his tears at bay. The strongest person he knows had just told him that she was scared. He didn’t realise that he had tears falling from his eyes until Y/n reached out and wiped his cheeks.

“Oh don’t cry my dear boy, everything will be okay I just know it”

“B-but you’re going to die mom, your d-dying an-an-and I can’t do anything to s-stop it from happening” Stevie stuttered out, he was always the one out of the four siblings that wanted to help everyone and anyone, he always felt like he had failed somehow if he couldn’t help people.

“St-Stevie look at me- oh my sweet boy everything is going to be okay I promise. You can’t control this and neither can I but everything will be okay”

“B-but what do I do without you momma?”

“Live your life to the fullest, love until your heart and soul are content, make memories and for the love of god keep being yourself Stevie. And when things get tough just look up at the sky night or day and just know I’m looking down on you, even though I’m not going to be here physically doesn’t mean your getting away from me, alright?”

Stevie nods with tears running down his cheeks, hugging his mom tightly and promising her that he will do everything she told him too. They separate when Quinn comes stumbling over with chocolate all over her face, smiling widely not understanding the conversation between her dada and nanny.

A month after having that conversation with Stevie, Y/n took a turn for the worse. Bucky knew the end was near for his Bunny, when that realisation hit him he went to the toilet and puked up.

On Wednesday 20th August, Bucky stood from the doorway watching his wife, his one and true love, his Bunny sleeping in their bed, his coloured eyes went from her face to her chest to make sure it was still rising.

“Y-you watching me sleep Ducky?” Her soft voice whispered filling in the quiet room.

“Of course my sweet Bunny”

“Duck-“

“Not today baby please”

“I-I don’t think I have another d-day in me Duck”

“Pl-please Bun”

Y/n smiled weakly, slowly patting the bed for him to come over. Holding his hand she raised his hand to her lips where she placed a lingering kiss to his knuckles.

“I-I don’t want the kids being in the room when I go Ducky, please promise me that they won’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not fair on them to see me go Ducky, so please promise me”

“I-I promise Bunny, I promise”

Hand in hand for about thirty minutes, Bucky slowly stood and stumbled downstairs to grab his phone. Ringing Georgia his voice shook as he told her that she needed to get everyone to the house so that they could say their goodbyes, leaning heavily against the counter his heart cracking when he could hear his oldest child breaking down on the other end of the phone, he could hear Billy’s voice cracking in the background as he tried to get their children ready.

Coming off the phone to Georgia he rang Jamie to tell him the same, he knew he was currently with the twins. He rang Tony, then Steve asking his longest friend if he could tell everyone else, he simply couldn’t have that conversation once again. Climbing the stairs and heading into their bedroom Bucky sighed a breath of relief when he noticed her chest still rising and falling, he let her know that everyone was on their way. 

“Duck, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Every day for the past forty three years” Bucky admits with a smile.

“Thank you for the best years of my life James, you’ve al-always made me happy you know? You’re my world, my light, my better half my love, I’ve lived a life full of happiness and I’ve known true love because of you, so thank you Ducky”

Bucky makes no attempt to wipe the heavy stream of tears away, he tries to find the words to tell her how much she means to him but before he could find them the bedroom door opens revealing his greatest achievements.

Their children.

Bucky sits back and lets his children and best friends say their goodbyes in their own ways, his heart feeling heavier and heavier the longer they are there. He sits there with his hand in hers watching his Bunny smile at each member of their very large family, he knows that she accepted her fate the moment the doctor told her the news, he knows even though she’s scared of death and of the unknown that comes with it, scared of leaving her loved ones behind and of the thought of never seeing any of them again.

Despite the ending of her story coming to an end so soon she still keeps a smile on her lips, trying to show her family that it’s okay, it’s okay that she’s going to be going to sleep soon and never waking back up.

After an hour of being surrounded by the people who meant the world to her she gives Bucky a look silently telling him that it was time. Choking back a sob he tells his children and best friends that they needed to leave, each of them confused until Y/n speaks up and tells them that she doesn’t want any of them being there, each of them trying to protest - fear and the truth of what was happening making them stay in place, until Bucky gave them all a single look. 

The family they created stumbled out of the room, holding on to each other. Before shutting the door behind him Tony took one last long at his baby sister, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

Bucky climbing into the bed next to his only love clinging to her like a lifeline.

“I love you Bunny, I love you so much Y/n thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be yours. I-I love you, I love you.” Bucky whispers as he sees the eyes belonging to the only woman who he’s ever loved purely and deeply, the woman who he watched give life four times, the woman who gave his life meaning. The woman who he’s loved since he was an innocent little child who didn’t really know the meaning of love, starting to flutter closed.

“I’ll be with you soon my love” he again whispers, so terrified to speak any louder as she would hear the way his voice cracks, he needed to be strong for her. He couldn’t let her down.

Georgia walked into the room with slow timid steps. Falling to her knees with a loud thud she releases a gut wrenching sob which has her brothers, uncles and aunts flinching and bowing their heads.

“Wh-when do we get to give nanny her birthday presents?” Rory asks innocently, completely unaware of why everyone was crying.

Standing in front of so many people, many she knew, many she didn’t. Georgia though her heart ached as she stood at the podium next to her mommas coffin she smiled. Smiled at seeing that so many people had come to say goodbye and pay their respect to her beautiful mom, smiled at seeing them all dressed in bright clothes. Georgia told everyone that she didn’t want anyone wearing black.

Georgia smiled at seeing all the people who had gone to Y/n to seek help had arrived at the church. The air got caught in her throat when she saw the four women and the first man who were the first people to arrive at Y/n’s sanctuary were all sitting together.

“My mom was the greatest woman I had ever met, strong and beautiful. Her heart knew no bounds, she always saw the good in people. My mom was my best friend, the person so many people could turn to for help or a shoulder to cry on o-or just someone to hold them. My mom is and will always be my hero. Her laugh was infectious and so was her smile, my mom would make jokes about things that weren’t really funny but she would laugh and you just couldn’t help but laugh along. She truly was an inspiration to me and too many others. Her love for my dad was beyond words, she loved him so deeply and wholeheartedly, so purely. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of Y/n Barnes”

She looks towards Billy who nods slowly as to encourage her to continue. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

“My dad was incredible, funny, loving and one of the kindest men I had ever met. My dad was the reason why my mom was able to create Grace and Bunny’s Haven, he supported her every step of the way, supported strangers and friends. His love like my mom’s knew no bounds-“ the feeling of her throat drying and closing has her coughing lightly.

“I’m sorry. The love my dad had for my mom was so strong that everyone who knew or just saw them together could see how much he loved her, could see that my mom was his whole world. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of James Barnes”

Looking sadly at her father’s coffin lying right next to her moms she breathes deeply. “On behalf of my family I would like to say thank you to all those that have come today, thank you for donating money towards Grace and Bunny’s Haven, thank you for your kind words and stories of how our parents touched your lives. Tha-thank you”

Steve watches his niece as she steps down from the podium, her hands shaking as she moved towards Billy who stood up and took her hand in his. “I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered into her ear. He smiled at the memory of Bucky doing the same to Y/n when she spoke at Maria’s funeral.

He looks at the two coffins lying there, knowing that his two best friends were in them, knowing that one died of cancer and the other of a broken heart, made his eyes sting with unshed tears.

Y/n passed away in the arms of her Ducky.

Bucky passed away with his arms around his Bunny.

And side by side they were buried next to their parents.

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A/N: I was listening to Elvis Presley Bridge Of Troubled Water and Always On My Mind writing their deaths…and when I say I was sobbing I mean I was s. o. b. b. i. n. g.

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[strangersmunsons]

Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 8 Prompt: Rom-Coms 🎟️ ~ 2,400 words Watching a romantic comedy on TV brings back some memories for Eddie. (angst, w/ a hopeful ending)

Eddie taps the lit end of his cigarette into an ashtray, staring at the television screen with tired eyes. The bluish light casts an eerie glow about the room; it feels cold, sterile. 

This has been his ritual for far too long now: go to work, come home, and watch some mind-numbing program alone until he falls asleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. 

He yawns, and rubs his stubbly face with one hand. He should get in bed before he passes out on the couch — save his back the trouble — but instead he picks up the remote again, flicking through channels, waiting in vain for something stimulating.

Coca-Cola ad. Late night talk show interview. Some black and white picture from MGM. Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal. Sitcom rerun. 

He pauses, thumb hovering over the button.

Eddie switches back to When Harry Met Sally. He rented it from Family Video once upon a time, but he hasn’t watched it in years. It feels like an eternity has passed since then and yet, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

That’s what every memory with you feels like to him; it’s both an old scar and a fresh wound. He doesn’t know what feels worse — the hot, gut-wrenching ache of longing that pains him now, or the knowledge that those memories, no matter how agonizing they may be, might start to fade one day.

But it seems an impossibility; he can recall every detail. He wets his lips, remembering how you had pleaded with him in line to rent this particular film, even though he’d been hoping to see the new Indiana Jones movie.

“Rob Reiner doesn’t make bad movies, Eddie. He did The Princess Bride, remember? Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

He relented, as he always did. Who was he to deny you anything?

But oh, how things change.

Pipe dreams turned to reality. Demo tapes turned to albums. Dive bar gigs turned to international tours. You, bravely avowing that he had to grab hold of every opportunity he could — you told him that no matter where in the world he went, you would always be here, loving him. All the while, secretly, the small pit of fear planted in your stomach was sprouting and unfurling as the distance between you two grew further, and the silences louder. 

He should have tried harder. Came home more. Picked up the Goddamn phone. He’d always had to call you; it was too difficult to get a hold of him yourself, to keep track of where he might be, when he was traveling constantly.

And then that awful night, when he’d lost everything. Everything that mattered, anyway. 

It was the last time he ever saw or spoke to you. Hours of arguing, pleading, crying; it was the death rattle of the most important relationship of his life. You finally told him what you were afraid of, what you had been afraid of, and that it had come true.

“I’m just a girl from back home, Eddie.”

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. You were never just a girl to Eddie. Not then, not now. Not ever. But what difference had it made? When the time had come for him to make a choice, he had still walked out the door. 

The world was being presented to Eddie Munson on a silver platter. He was young, up-and-coming, successful. A talented musician — gifted, even. He had the right look and the attitude.

Being his partner wasn’t easy. Your support was unwavering, but your lives were going in different directions, it seemed. You both loved each other enough to want the other person to have what they wanted, which were…no longer the same things. 

But it was still horrible. 

He spent the next few weeks in a near-fugue state, numb and inconsolable. His bandmates whispered to each other in the studio, casting furtive glances over at their supposedly-invincible leader, while the rest of their team offered him pseudo-smiles tinged with impatience, and suggested that he focus on channeling the pain towards his music.

After that, when he had the time, he’d leave LA and come back to the city he’d initially dragged you out to after graduation. He had no idea if you still lived there, but it didn’t matter. It was the last place he knew you to be and so he wandered those familiar streets, looking for you in every person he passed, as though it were likely that he might bump into you at a bus stop, outside the grocery, sitting on a park bench.

It was a luxury he could afford until Corroded Coffin started to fall apart. Disputes between band members, both personal and professional. Declining album sales. Bad management. Once sold-out venues were a struggle to fill. The once-steady flow of cash turned into a trickle, and then the boys were unceremoniously dropped from label, the execs deciding that keeping them around wasn’t worth the expense.

He supposes he could have stayed in the industry if he really wanted to. Formed a new band or begged to join another that was in need of a guitarist, but Corroded Coffin was his baby. The idea of starting all over again or leeching off of another group’s success left a bad taste in his mouth. And the producing gigs and session work somehow felt even worse; he dreaded having to watch others succeed at what he had ended up failing.

Fame had chewed him up, decided it didn’t like the flavor, and promptly spit him back out. His music career felt like a fever dream now. His life before that, with you, was the realest thing he’d ever had. 

As he watches Harry and Sally dine together at Katz’s Deli, his mind wanders to the slip of paper stowed carefully away like a sacred jewel, all alone in a drawer of his bedside table. 

No, he won’t.

Harry and Sally fall apart.

He won’t dare.

Harry runs through Manhattan to find his girl. 

Not after everything he’s done, after all this time.

Harry tells her all the reasons that he loves her…

Eddie abruptly switches the TV off, unable to hear anymore. He sits in the darkness for a moment, aching with bone-weary sadness. What had Dustin told him, as he passed the paper to him across the table over lunch one day?

“It couldn’t hurt to try.”

But Dustin was wrong about that. It could hurt him very, very much.

Eddie stands, and pads through the apartment to his bedroom. He sits on the side of the bed, and pulls open the drawer that holds his very last tie to you — a scrap of old receipt bearing your name and phone number. He picks it up with trembling fingers, then lowers it again, terrified that his clammy hands with smudge the ink. The phone seems to taunt him from where it sits atop the nightstand. As though he’s having an out of body experience, Eddie’s arm reaches out beyond his control and picks it up, the dial tone emitting a low buzz in his ear. He stares down at the number in the drawer, as though he didn’t memorize it the second he got it. He doesn’t even know how Dustin found you; but the geeky little shit has his ways. 

He punches in the number, heart racing faster with each digit he puts in.

It rings…and rings…and rings…

“Hello?”

Eddie’s mouth falls open in a low gasp. Your sweet voice is the same, only slightly marred by the bewilderment you must feel at receiving a call this late in the evening. Embarrassingly, his eyes sting with tears; he can’t speak.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

Eddie slams the phone back into the receiver, white as a sheet. He gets up, paces a lap around the room, chugs a glass of water, and finally takes his seat again, trying not to hyperventilate. 

Taking a deep, steadying breath, he picks up the phone again, and re-dials.

His heart is in his throat now, swollen and beating so violently it threatens to choke him. 

Your voice again, slightly more annoyed, though you still sound like an angel. “Hello?”

“H-Hi,” Eddie says hoarsely, and tries to swallow his fear. 

There’s a brief silence on the other end. “...who is this?” 

“It’s me. It’s…it’s Eddie. Munson,” he tacks his surname on at the end, as though he needs to specify.

Muffled noise through the speaker. The seconds tick by, and Eddie waits with dread for you to hang up. 

Finally, you whisper, “Eddie?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“H-How did you get this number?”

He has the phone in a vice grip. “Dustin gave it to me.” 

“Why…why are you calling?” He wishes he could see your expression. You sound terrified, like he’s going to bite you through the phone.

How can he answer that? What is there to say, after so much time, after so much pain? I miss you. I love you. None of it was worth it, even when I was on top. Losing you was like being cut in half.

“I wanted to see how you were. How you are, I mean.”

“I’m okay.” The response is quick, automatic. But you don’t elaborate any further than that, and awkward silence prevails again.

Eddie deserves that, he supposes. Sweat trickles down his back, under his arms, breaks out on his forehead. He pushes his damp bangs back out of his eyes. “That’s good. I’m glad to hear it, sweetheart,” the term of endearment slipping out as though a day hasn’t gone by where you haven’t been his sweetheart.

“Don’t call me that,” you tell him tersely, sounding pained.

“I’m sorry,” he replies, ashamed. He had no right to do this to you. Drudge up old memories that you probably wanted to forget, or had so already.

“What is this about?” you ask him again, voice shaking.

“I told you,” he mumbles, “I want to know how you are. And I guess…I want to apologize.”

“You want to apologize,” you repeat skeptically, with an incredulous huff. “Now? Really?”

“Yes, really. I’m sorry,” he repeats, eyes glazed and wet. A dry sob rattles his chest. “I don’t what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have called, I shouldn’t be…I’m sure you hate me and I don’t blame you, because I do too.” He wets his lips and presses on. “But if I can take this time to say one thing to you it’s that I’m sorry. For everything. I am so fucking sorry. For leaving, for hurting you, for every stupid little thing I did. That’s why I really called. To tell you that.”

“Oh God,” you say, almost to yourself, voice suddenly small. “I — I’m not ready for this.”

“You don’t have to say anything back,” he whispers, voice breaking, closing his eyes, letting the tears slip over his lashes.

“Are you crying?”

He wipes furiously at his nose. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

Eddie can’t lie to you, certainly not now. “Yes. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Your voice…”

“That — that came out sharper than I meant it to —”

“No, I mean it’s beautiful. I missed it.”

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

You start to speak and then falter, struggling to articulate what it is that you’re feeling. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what to say.”

Eddie laughs brokenly. “Funny, because there’s a million things I want to say to you. I just don’t know if I should or not.”

You swallow with an audible click. “I don’t know if you should, either.”

Another silence. Eddie thinks he could pick out the sound of your breathing from a mile away, he’s still so in tune with it. After hundreds of nights spent laying next to you in bed, no other sound could send him to dreaming so quickly or peacefully.

“But why call now? After all this time?” 

“I miss you.” The words escape before he has a chance to stop them; he bites his tongue against the rest of them. He considers his next words carefully before continuing.

“I never reached out before, because I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. I didn’t deserve to ask you for another chance, and I don’t think I do now, either, but…I was thinking of you tonight. Even more so than usual.”

Your voice shakes. “Does…does that happen often?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “All the time.” The floodgates open; all his woe and regret from the past spills forward. “I am always, always thinking of you. Even when you thought I wasn’t. I know I was a shitty partner, but that didn’t mean — that I didn’t love you more than anything.”

“Eddie —”

But he can’t stop now. “I’ve missed you like hell since that very last night. I loved you so much, a-and I threw it away! How could I bring myself to speak to you after that? Especially after I lost it all? I would — God — I would hate for you to think that I was only coming back to you because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t wanna hurt you again, baby, and I know it would’ve.”

There’s a quiet sniffle on the other line. “It broke me when you left. And now this hurts, too.”

“I’m so sorry,” he breathes. “I wish I could make it better. I would do anything to make you not hurt anymore. I won’t ask you for a second chance, but just know,” Eddie takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and seals his fate. “I’ve loved you for more than half my life,” he whispers. “I’ll love you until I die.”

And with that, the line goes dead.

Eddie stares at nothing, doesn’t move. He doesn’t know how long he sits there for; eventually, his body moving on autopilot, he hangs up the phone and crawls under the covers. He’s done sobbing, but tears drip down his temples as he lays back in bed, dampening his hair.

Time doesn’t exist anymore, but he hopes he’ll fall asleep soon anyway.

Breathing, quiet and even. Eyelids slightly heavier. He thinks maybe it’s finally within reach.

He’s almost there.

The phone rings.

Eddie blindly feels with one arm, and picks it up from the receiver for the third time tonight.

“Hello?” he asks hoarsely, not daring to believe it.

An angel answers.

“E-Eddie? It’s me again…”

thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

[coolprettyleo]

know its for the better - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking. angst. family angst. kinda fluff. slut shaming. I think I got them all

ryan leonard x hughes sister au

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ryan and frankie walked down one of the busiest streets in boston; frankie hoping to find inspiration and ryan trying the make sure she doesn't kill her self doing so.

he couldn't understand why she was so reckless with her life? she was very loved and important to so many people. i mean he knew he loved her when he first met her. why couldn't she see how amazing she was?

"I have my fake with me, plus the bouncer adores me so i think i can so get you in" she says acting annoyed but secretly happy. even though she wanted to act like ryan coming along with her was a drag, it wasn't. she liked having him here. it made her feel seen.

"frankie, i still dont think this is the way to solve things" he says to her as they get in line to go into frankies favorite bar.

"not everything has to be solved it just has to be dealt with, and this is how im dealing with it" she said with an eye roll.

ryan opened his mouth to say something but stopped when her phone when off. he sees her screen light up with a Group FaceTime call; her brothers. but to his surprise she declines?

"spam call" she waves him off after she sees ryan eye her skeptically.

"you didn't tell them yet?" he said after a moment.

ryan knew her too well.

"nope" she says popping the 'p'. "and I dont plan on it anytime soon" she adds.

"so you just plan to lie to them for the rest of your life?"

"its not lying, its avoiding. I dont lie" she said not looking at him.

"I think you’re scared to tell them because you know once you tell them. It’ll be real" he says looking at her with a challenging look.

"ryan. this is real life right now, your not dreaming" she says sarcastically, wiggling her fingers in his face.

she was so cute. even if she was being a pain in the ass.

they got to the front of the line, where the bouncer was and frankie was quick to whisper something into the bouncers ear. the bouncer eyes running up and down ryan, before ultimately deciding to lift the rope and letting them through.

"I dont think I want to know what you told him" he said to her as she pulled him by his shirt collar. something that he found to drive him crazy.

"dont be dirty, I just told him you were my gay friend. so dont get with any girls tonight please. he'll know im lying"

your the only girl I want.

"im here to watch you, not to get with girls and party" he says seriously as she orders them drinks.

"no. if im going to let you follow me around like a puppy tonight your going to party with me mr. leonard." she says handing him the drink throwing him these eyes. eyes that have gotten her everything she's ever wanted. those eyes. eyes that made ryan want to complete every wish she's ever wished.

"if I take this shot with you, you have to listen to me, tonight. I know you like to run away. so dont"

"okay! yay!" she says as she pinky promises him.

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frankies hallway filled with giggles as ryan said another dad joke. she kept her promise and didn’t run away. it was one a.m. and it had honestly been the earliest she came back from a night out. and to her surprise she was only tipsy. ryan had actually kept her good company all night.

"did you hear the rumor about butter" he says while leaning against the wall as she looks for her keys in her purse.

"ryan shutup please" she said laughing.

"okay. I wouldn't want to spread it anyways!"

"oh god" she said as she looked at him with so much adoration. she didn’t realize how much she needed someone to care and to show they cared. the way ryan did.

“thank you ryan” she said seriously. and a thought couldn’t help but bloom over her mood as she realized what was most likely going to happen.

“anytime pretty” he said as starred into the eyes that make him want to do flips off rooftops.

“I know drew is your teammate and everything, but like please dont be a stranger”

“im sorry?” ryan was confused to what she was trying to say.

is she drunk?

“like im saying since i won’t be around as much anymore and you guys are probably going to wanna be respectful to drew and stuff, just dont be a stranger. so please if you, will, and gabe ever see me just dont be afraid to talk to me. i’ll always be nice.”

ryan couldn’t belive his ears. she thought they were all just going to stop talking to her?

“franks. just because my teammate is an asshole doesn’t mean we dont care about you. you are a person who is easy to love and unbelievably smart. and im sorry drew couldn’t see that. you dont deserve that at all” he said looking into her eyes as Frankie’s eyes couldn’t help but water.

this was the nicest thing a guy has ever told her.

“you really think so” she whispered just realizing how close they were standing next to one another. he smelt like what frankie would call a comfort smell. and as she looked at him she just wanted to trace every one of his freckles while he told her everything that’s ever happened to him.

“I do” he said. luckily for ryan. this wouldn’t be the only time in years to come he would say this to frankie. they both leaned in as frankie stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. a kiss that made her stomach do flips. a kiss that made his stomach do flips.

ryan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and bring him closer. the kiss felt like they’ve searched for one another their whole lives. it felt right. time stood still.

ryan pulled away first as he realized they were both tipsy and she was probably more tipsy then him. the insecurity of she was going to act like nothing happened tomorrow creeped up on him.

“what’s wrong” she said with a hand on his cheek. her heart dropping when he pulled away.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t. we shouldn’t. we’ll talk tomorrow, go inside frankie” he said stepping away from her.

“did I do something?” she said feeling her heart drop.

“no- its just- i don’t want you to wake up tmrw and regret this, i want it to actually mean something and I dont want to be just another guy to add to your roster” he says not knowing that made frankie feel like shit.

I mean she knows herself she's the type of person to have a good time. but the fact he just thought she was going to play him? is that what drew thought when she was getting with him.

maybe thats the reason he never opened up to me

“dont worry your far from it now ryan!. have a good life” she said opening her door.

“frankie i didn’t mean it like that-“

he couldn’t even explain himself because the door had already slammed in his face.

frankie didn’t know why ryan saying that hurt her so much but it did. he basically just called her a whore in her mind and she wanted to run into her room and scream into pillow. but of course her life never went her way.

standing inside were two out of her three brothers looking like they wanted to strangle her.

“where the hell have you been” luke yelled. as jack got off the phone with whoever he was talking to. mumbling something about how frankie just walked in.

frankie was actually speechless. she never thought her brothers would make the trip to boston to see why the hell she was ignoring them.

“out of all the irresponsible things you’ve done in your life , this has to be the worst. mom was so close to calling the cops. she’s on her way with dad. we thought you were dead!” jack scolds her as she takes off her coat.

"thats a little dramatic"

"no! it isn't. we gave you space but then imagine our surprise when your coach calls and says you quit!" luke counters back. "if your having a manic episode or whatever they call it, tell us. we'll help you" Luke adds in a gentler tone.

frankie wanted to do nothing but run away as she just starred at them. the fear she had been running away since she quit was standing in her living room and they were standing their angry.

"does mom and dad know" she said after a long silence.

"yes. we all have. we've been waiting for you to own up to it and tell us though" jack answered.

"is everyone mad at me" she said as her eyes filled up with tears.

"im mad that you've had us worried sick. I mean I had to resort to asking rutger and gavin to ask their world jrs teammates if they've seen my own sister" Luke said with a scolding look. one that looked scarily similar to her mothers.

"dont listen to him, I dont know why you were s scared to just tell us. its not going to change anything between us" jack said as he walked over to his little sister and gave her a hug.

frankie didn't like hugs. she felt so awkward with them but in that moment she wanted nothing but to sob into her older brothers arms like she once did when the other girls at school were making fun of her because she played hockey and didn't do dance or cheer like the rest of them. she needed her family.

"cmon Luke" she said opening her arm out to her brother who stood of to the side. Luke accepting because he could never stay mad at his little sister.

"just dont ever do this again. if you want attention go find yourself a lover or something" Luke said laughing as they pulled away.

"hey! none of that" jack said not thinking anyone was ever going to be good enough for his sister.

"dont worry jack, I need a break from boys" she said with a sigh as she remembered what happened with ryan about ten minutes ago.

"dont talk to us about your boy problems thats why you have Quinn" jack said gagging.

"quinn also wants you to call him" jack said as he started walking to her guest bedroom.

"you good?" Luke said as he started settling into her couch and noticed her sister looked as if her mind was far else where.

how do I tell him I ruined my reputation. everyone thinks im a slut.

"I dont know"

#nhl imagine #ryan leonard #frankie x ryan #gabe perreault #will smith hockey #nhl imagines #bc hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine #gabe perreault x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #hughes sister

[mymarsmoonandstars]

It's been a week since I saw Wakanda Forever, and ever since, it's consumed my thinking. There are a million things I'd love to discuss about the film, but what keeps me up at night is Shuri and Namor.

Shuri had every right to gut his ass. Namor brought flooding and destruction to her home, killed her mother, all while knowing she was suffering from the death of her brother. Hell, Namor nearly killed her (by impaling her, which how did she survive that idk, anyway). And what was the worst thing that Shuri had done to him? Say no to his alliance to go to war with the surface world? Shuri wasn't the one who killed Namor's two subjects. She actually tried to save them. Yet just like T'Challa, she's forced to deal with the consequences of other people's actions, and when she stands over Namor with a blade to his neck, her internal struggle with this flashes across screen. It's a powerful sequence, but the one that captures me the most is when we hear her mother telling her to show Namor who she is. Not only is it one of many callbacks to the first film, but really, who is she? Who is Shuri? She is struggling with her identity, as grief often does to a person.

When audiences first met Shuri, she was the genius younger sister, the comic relief, who took solace in her lab. But now all this has been taken from her, and taken so suddenly. She's now front and center, now her country's most powerful figure, no longer the jokester, no longer a sister, no longer a daughter, and feels like a failure. The moments where she stands over Namor is us watching her return to herself but also become someone entirely new. She sees the destruction reverse. Sees Namor's hope. Sees their mothers and their nations. She understands that they are similar just as much as they are different. She finally realizes that ending Namor's life cannot reverse the destruction nor her pain, but sparing him is the answer to ending the cycle of it. She recognizes that even though her mother and brother are gone, she is still sister, still daughter. Death in Wakanda is a beginning.

Above all, Shuri understands she cannot think of only herself anymore. She cannot push her people to war because of her own grief and vengefulness. She becomes a leader, in granting mercy. A protector.  And extends this protection by offering it to Namor and his people. This brought a bitter taste in my mouth at first, but it isn't about who's right or wrong, especially when both sides have a little right or a little wrong to them. It's about navigating the actions of their forebearers in the best way they can.

Her multifaceted character is symbolized by her panther suit--it's reminiscent of T'Challa, Kilmonger, and her past self. Now that she's burned her mourning clothes, hopefully in the next movie, we'll see her accept this role with newfound confidence and surity of its purpose. I'm also hoping that Shuri kept Namor's little baby ankle wing that she sliced off and puts it up somewhere to serve as a reminder that she bested him. Can you imagine? I can't wait to see more of her.

Then there's Namor. And dare I say it, he was justified in his feelings of wanting to kill Queen Ramonda. She was cunning and tricked him and had two of his people killed in the process. Remember the scene where he's cradling his subject's face as she dies? And she asks if he can save her and he does not answer because he knows he cannot? And then--was it Namora?--who says, with such blame dripping in her voice, that he was busy meeting with the queen during Nakia's attack. Namor is so angry, and very possibly, so ashamed (and scared?). His ultimate goal is to protect his people, and he failed. He's a god and Ramonda made him look like a fool. To him, she had to go.

Ryan Coogler said that despite Namor being about 500 years old, he wanted him to still feel somewhat childlike. And is he! He's rash. He focuses only on the immediate response without thinking of the ramifications. He seems almost charmingly innocent in his hopefulness that Shuri would want to join him. There's no doubt they wanted us to feel a romantic connection betweeen them, or perhaps just from Namor's end. I don't know who gives clearance on the music, but whoever does, they are always very intentional and unique about it, and a love song plays during That One Mesmerizing Scene. The theories that Namor is infatuated with Shuri just weaken me. She's the first person to ever see Talocan. The bracelet. The mural. Him acknowdging her power. Him waiting for her to beckon him. I. have. folded. No one look at me.

I really hope the MCU explores their relationship. And though I'm sure it would never be a romantic one, that does not make it any less intriguing. Ryan is phenomenal with his villains. Just like Kilmonger challenged T'Challa not just with war, but challenged his core beliefs, Namor did the same with Shuri. The only difference now is that Namor is still alive, and this sets us up for a delicious exploration of a complex relationship between two leaders who have similar wants but conflicting perspectives.

Man. I love them. MCU, please let us see more of them. And if we do, please. Be careful with them.

#and the fact that this is between a black woman and brown man like PLEASE #seeing black women in multilayered relationships is something I did not know I starved for until now #shuri #namor #wakanda forever #shuri x namor #anyway let me talk next about how killing queen ramonda was a thematic mistake! #wakanda forever spoilers #black panther #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever meta

[sapphiretanto]

(CW: Ranting/Venting; the fic I am talking about will not be named, nor will I give the author’s name away. Please send me a message if you want to know)

Did we even watch the same show? He’s not a caring, big brother? He’s a stick in the mud?

The only thing I’ll give you is that he’s full of himself… because he’s an idiot teenager with badass fighting skills and weapons. Of course he’s gonna be a cocky little shit. Most people with Leo’s skill would be.

I’m going to assume that you mean part of the time he’s full of himself. But if you mean all the time, then I’ll correct you there. More often than not, he is actually very insecure— a very common trait among the Leonardo’s.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be leading the team?”

“It’s all my fault. I let the guys down!”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again”

“I’d just hold you back. You guys train, I’ll watch. It’s all I’m good for anyway…”

“I’m a liability to the whole team”

“I won’t be much help out there anyway”

Leo is a perfectionist and this shows in the way he leads— coming across as bossy or arrogant— and how he treats himself. The guy just got out of a three-month coma after he had the shit kicked out of him and what does he say when he’s by himself after everyone else went to look for Raph in the woods?

He holds himself to impossibly high standards— both placed by himself and some of the misguided lessons he was taught.

Alright, now for the stick in the mud part. Leo is a fucking dork (I mean this in the most affectionate sense). He loves Space Heroes to the point where he quotes it during missions. He likes puns, is fascinated by Japan culture, martial arts, meditation, etc. He trains very hard to excel at ninjutsu/martial arts— both so he can help his brothers in combat and because it’s a passion of his. That doesn’t make him boring in the slightest. He has some of the most ridiculous dialogue throughout the series:

“Alright guys. Let’s put Old Mother Hubbard back in her cupboard!”

“Hello!? Space Heroes!? Captain Ryan! Didn’t you see the episode where they fought the Cortexecons?!”

“Awesome! Oh, this is so rad! I feel like Van Helsing, but way cooler than him, actually. Way more rad than Van Helsing”

“Alright guys, prepare to dish out the mighty wrath of justice!”

“We don’t know he’s gonna do anything bad. He could be on his way… to… church!”

“I… don’t really have a pinky?”

He can’t lie for shit which leads to him saying silly things:

“Be cool. Be cool.” *answers phone* “uh.. hey man! What’s… what’s going down? *Raph says they better have not watched the Crognard finale without him and Leo laughs nervously* W-who, us?! Of course not! But I bet if we did watch it, we would have found it anti-climate… climactic!”

*gets asked by Chloe if there’s other turtles like him* “Nope! Uh-uh! Just me! Mr. Imaginary Talking Turtle!”

“He’s just kidding, Mrs. O’Neil. Kirby’s…uh.. on a.. safari! In Puerto Rico! And he won’t be back for a while.”

And he’s not the goody-two shoes and suck up people think of him as. He has gone behind Splinter’s back on several occasions, snuck out both willingly and unwillingly. The guy dressed in black and caused petty crime with his sister and her girlfriend Shinigami because he was pissed off at Shredder.

As for not being a caring brother. You mean this guy?! This Leo?! ⬇️

Couldn’t be this Leo, right? There’s no way he’s a mother hen— being both doting and getting after his brothers.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

“Mikey, you never cease to amaze me”

“Leo never left your side” — April when Raph was reduced to a mere plant by The Creep

“I’m sorry about Spike, Raphael.”

“Donnie, don’t lose sight of who you are!”

“Nice job, D”

“Donnie, the go karts worked great. Nice job!”

“Mikey, come on! It’s not that bad! And Raph promises not to make fun of you anymore.”

Not the Leo that uses all his strength and stays behind in the Technodrome holding Kraang Prime so his brothers and April can escape. Not that Leo who while just barely awake after a coma goes after a mutated monster in the woods to get his family back. Not that Leo who forced himself to stay calm so the others can be calm while they go through the most insane shit, or cannot grieve in the moment because he has to ensure the rest of their safety, so his focus during missions and battle is scattered in different places. Because he couldn’t possibly help bandage their wounds, worry when they’re hurt and not give up on a family member. Not Leo preventing Donnie from straight up unaliving Don Vizioso because Leo doesn’t want his younger brother to do what he did and change him like it changed him. He doesn’t sacrifice himself over and over because he loves his brothers, right? Right??

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #Mari rants #mari rambles #just say you didn’t watch 2012 and I’ll be fine with that #I seriously don’t understand what is so fucking difficult to grasp #Leo isn’t an asshole who is boring as hell #he doesn’t hate his brothers #he isn’t master splinters golden child or the favorite as much a you wanna think that #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie

[peachhcs]

seven minutes in heaven | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the one where samy and will do something that friends would definitely 100% do (never) — taken place at the end of samy’s junior year of hs

1.2k words

i’m having a small writers block trying to write requests so i produced this trying to get out of it and i think it’s actually so hilarious because samy 100% believes friends would do this and it’s the way they never talk about it ever again

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APRIL 2022

in reality, the idea was slightly stupid and were they all too old for the game? yes. did drew and ryan insist anyway? yes. samy's friends were all for it, so the group sat themselves in a circle going around playing the simple game of truth or dare.

aram and a few others really wanted to meet samy's friends and samy's friends really wanted to meet her "hot guy friends" (their words), so the brunette decided to host a friday get together on a night the boys didn't have a game nor saturday morning practice—what a blessing, truly. someone threw in the childhood truth or dare game and no one really objected.

“marcie, go. truth or dare,” drew’s lips turned into a smirk while the girl flushed.

“truth.”

“who’d you kiss in this room?” a few hoots came from the group worsening marcie’s flush into a red blush.

her eyes flicked across the group scattered around the living room while everyone waited in slight anticipation for her answer—the boys especially. her lips curved at the corners before finally pausing on gabe.

“perreault,” the girl bravely and confidently answered.

the guys were immediately on gabe’s back where he covered his face probably hiding his blush. samy and her other friends grinned in marcie’s direction knowing how much she’s talked about the dark-haired boy at any chance she got.

“okay, okay. my turn,” the girl’s eyes scanned the group again, her soft smile turning into a smirk.

when her gaze landed on samy the brunette immediately knew she was in for trouble. her friends knew everything, things the guys didn’t even know and they never held mercy when they did these types of things.

“samantha hughes,” marcie pulled out the full government name.

“oh great. dare, i guess,” she knew either was bad coming from marcie, so she picked dare hoping it’d be something stupid for once.

for a second, marcie’s eyes met her other friends’ lingering gazes. the others shared an exchange no one but them understood until marcie’s gaze flicked back to samy looking incredibly mischievous.

“i dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with william smith.”

a beat of silence passed through the group until the guys broke out in more hollers grabbing ahold of will’s shoulders. samy’s face paled as she took in her friend’s words.

“really mar?” the brunette mumbled.

“what? you don’t like him so it shouldn’t be a big deal,” the girl shrugged simply.

samy’s friends were also extreme shippers of the two. they never believed it when either of them said there were no feelings, so they liked to poke fun in an attempt to prove that there were feelings.

knowing they weren’t getting out of this one, will followed samy to bathroom. the girl leaned herself against the wall while will stood across from her against the bathroom sink. once the door shut, the two shared a heartfelt laugh.

“they’re never gonna give it up, i swear,” the brunette shook her head.

“how did it even start?” will shared her sentiments.

“marcie and lila have always been like that. the guys poked fun at us as soon as they met me,” samy giggled thinking back to last august.

“they’re the most annoying people ever,” the boy shook his head.

“tell me about it. i can’t believe there’s another whole year of that.”

the two grinned before settling into another comfortable silence. they could hear their friends snickering from the living room most likely talking about them. listening to them laugh made something almost snap in the girl’s head.

she knew they’d never shut up about it. what if they gave them something to shut up about? the teasing never bothered either of them too hard, but boy, would samy love to quiet them and prove that her and will would always be friends no matter what.

“you know what? let’s just do it. let’s just kiss,” samy suddenly said catching will off guard,

“what?”

“they’re never gonna shut up so what if we just kiss and prove to them that we can do this and have it not even mean a thing. like what if we die tomorrow and we spent our last night being cowards in the bathroom because of our friends?” samy rambled maybe because of nerves or maybe because of something else.

“you wanna kiss me?” will asked just to make sure he was hearing things right. he adam’s apple bombed violently when he swallowed.

“yes?” she said it almost unsurely.

“it won’t mean anything?” the blonde raised his eyebrow.

“no, no. just to shut them up, you know. friends kiss each other all the time anyway,” the youngest hughes rambled again.

will was already licking his lips as his gaze zeroed in on samy’s lips and everything in the next minute happened way too quickly. one or both of them closed the space and their lips were on each other a second later like it was natural. neither of them could imagine this ever happening in all the years they’ve been friends, yet here they were making out in samy’s childhood home that will also grew up in on breaks, long weekends, and summers.

the blonde quickly shifted his hands down to samy’s hips wanting to pull her closer—getting lost in the moment. their breaths mixed together along with saliva and wet-swollen lips. the scene was such a stark contrast to their friendship and something deep within them never wanted the moment to stop.

three knocks on the door quickly broke the two apart like they just got caught. nearly five feet formed between them as the realization of what just occurred started setting in. the only sound was their slight pants trying to regain the breath they lost.

“yeah, they’re definitely gonna shut up,” samy nodded approvingly while straightening herself out.

will didn’t say much still reeling in the fact he just made out with his best friend. the blush on his cheeks and the lip gloss stained across his lips was definitely only going to prove their friends’ points.

they walked back into the living room with every single eye on them trying to figure out if anything happened. gabe knew right away when he saw his friend’s slightly disheveled state.

“oh my god. you guys actually kissed,” he mumbled earning a gasp from almost everyone in the room.

“you’re lying!” marcie exclaimed and shot her gaze towards samy.

“like it meant anything. now you guys can shut up about will and i all the time because we’re just friends,” samy argued her case that definitely didn’t believe anyone.

“you’re telling me you just kissed will and it means nothing to either of you?” ryan asked in disbelief.

“yup,” the girl nodded.

“mhm,” will mumbled quietly.

no one said anything because what was there to say after that? will’s sudden quietness and lingering blush told them all they needed to know that maybe it did mean something to one of them at least.

“my turn now. ryan, truth or dare.”

samy and will didn’t talk about it ever again nor did any of their friends, except the teasing hardly died down and will actually didn’t stop thinking about that kiss for the entire rest of the summer.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #will smith hockey fluff #will smith fluff #bc hockey #ryan leonard #drew fortescue #jacob fowler #gabe perreault #aram minnietian #umich soccer

[viccharine]

do you guys ever listen to a band so much that you end up making fake merch for it?

(reblogs greatly appreciated!!!!)

close ups and commentary under the cut!

about the poster itself: do you guys know how hard it is to make art for a band that hasn’t been active in 13 years? the answer is HARD (yes, i probably could done research and looked for old interviews for inspiration but who has time for that)

—> the icons related to “take a vacation!” are inspired by lyrics from the song “take a vacation!” (haha, did you see what I did there?) specifically, the lines “we’ll leave the waves at the ocean” and “we’ll leave the sand in a suitcase”

—> the Jon Walker and Ryan Ross icons are taken directly from the album cover (it took ten years off my life trying to figure out how to get them on here w/ the color palette—graphic design may be my passion but I never said i was GOOD at it)

—> the heart imagery comes from the fact that the band’s called “the young VEINS”—although it annoys me IMMENSELY that i technically drew more arteries than veins in the icons (my anatomy teacher would be so disappointed, but alas, anatomical accuracy had to be sacrificed to make it. yknow. look nice)

—> i did hand-lettering for all the text except for everything that’s in Helvetica (i did THAT in canva). the art program i use has a basically unusable text tool so I was forced to draw all of it, so I choose to believe that the reason why it doesn’t look. the best. is because of the caffeine shakes

some extra commentary: am I the only one who’s genuinely REALLY bad at listening to music? i don’t really get into bands as much as i just find songs that sound nice—to illustrate the extent of this issue: i did NOT know that Brendon Urie was a part of Panic! At the Disco. I’m not even kidding, I thought the artist who made Death of a Bachelor and the artist who made A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out were completely different and just. didn’t bother to check if I was right.

also, I’m not the type of person to be interested in band lore???? I rarely know the names of band members if even I’ve listened to the band for years (I really couldn’t care less in most situations)

case in point, i did not know who the FUCK Ryan Ross was!!! i knew he was in p!atd but that’s literally about it—before a couple of days ago if you asked to me pick out either Ryan Ross or Jon Walker from a line up I would not be able to get even CLOSE

anyway, my friend/manager is really into band lore, so I basically got a crash-course in all things “early to late 2000s emo band” and subsequently found out about the Young Veins (i was also extremely disappointed when I found out they only had one album and hadn’t been active in over a decade) THEN I realized that decade old, inactive bands don’t usually have merch, so I made my own! “merch” used lightly—i don’t think this is actually fit to sell lol

anyway that’s all k thanks byeee :D!! (and go stream the young veins!!)

#the young veins #ryan ross #jon walker #panic! at the disco #can I technically tag this as panic! at the disco if I only mentioned them in the caption #whatever yolo #brendon urie #again can I tag brendon Urie if he’s only mentioned in the caption? idk but I will #band fanart #the young veins fanart #band poster #fanart #digital art #graphic design #i actually have no graphic design background which explains why it looks like that #young veins do NOT come back until I can profit off this fake poster (JOKING. IM JOKING. IM NOT SELLING THIS) #panic at the disco almost killed me that one time but that’s a story for another day #p!atd #music #take a vacation! #ryan ross fanart #technically? #Jon walker fanart #only on a technicality #tyv #ryro #artists on tumblr #bandom #bandom fanart #xoxo my art

[mummifiedgoose]

One of my favorite lil things is when you can tell Shane's bullshit has rubbed off on Ryan. Like in this most recent Top 5 where he admits to calling soda Pop even though this mf is California born!! That is a midwest (shane) phrase!! My favorite though is that on a couple occasions hes said "God willing and the creek don't rise" which again, is SOOO midwestern and I only ever heard it uttered by Shane playing the Professor and you KNOW its a phrase Ryan got from Shane because he says god willING instead of god willIN which is the difference between midwest born and "phrase i found somewhere" and anyways i am so normal about them

#i love obsessing over stupid shit #anyway. #ryan bergara #shane madej #watcher entertainment #watcher #top 5 beatdown #top 5 beatdown spoilers #mummifiedmumbles

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

and.. ACTION! - Margot Robbie

Pairing - Margot Robbie x fem!reader

Fluff, angst and homophobia (happy ending), implied NSFW

Word count: 2.7k (didn't mean for it to be that long lmao, it's juicy though)

!!not proofread!!

(reader is a film director)

Margot POV: 

I've just stared working on my new set for Barbie and it's taking a bit of getting used to because there are 2 directors for this movie Greta Gerwig and Y/N Y/L/N, and don't get me wrong they're both amazing directors but it's just new having two. 

At the minute we're on break and I'm sitting with Ryan, America and Y/N. I've grown close to everyone in this cast, we're like a family but I have gotten especially close with Y/N I don't know what it is about her but ever since the first time I heard her say "and.. ACTION!" I've been having these feelings for her. I can't really put my finger on what the feelings are though, I thought at first I just wanted to be her friend because she was cool and endearing but now, I'm thinking it might be more. But, I'm straight so it can't be right? Yeah, it can't be Margot you're being delusional. (we're all a bit delulu sometimes xx)

"Hey, you okay? Lost you for a second there." her soft voice snapped me out of my trance. "Yeah no, I'm fine. Just thinking." I replied tripping over my words a bit, I always seem to get nervous around her maybe it is.. no it can't be.

"You sure, you seemed pretty focused, I don't want you to worry you're pretty little head about things okay? You can talk to me if stuff is bothering you, you know that right?" and there she goes again, making me blush. Is she flirting with me or just giving me a compliment? Either way, I can't help the crimson blush that invades my face. She's always been so caring, always making sure I'm okay. I don't deserve her. Looking down now, slightly embarrassed I reply "Yeah I know, and we'll uhm- there is-" I fumble over my words now second guessing myself "isn't anything so don't worry about me, I promise okay?" I hold out my pinky so she can link her own around mine. "Okayy, if you say so but my offer still stands I'm always gunna be here." 

I give her a warm smile and suddenly the moment is ruined by Ryan walking in and telling us we're needed on set. "I'll see you later?" she asked with the cutest smile ever on her face. "Of course." I replied.

Okay, yeah. I like her, in the same way I normally like boys. Wow, this is new. 

Y/N POV:

We've just got off a back to back shooting day, hardly any breaks apart from the quick 5 minutes that I shared with my favourite person. Margot, obviously if that wasn't clear. I don't even think she swings this way but, a girl can dream right? Anyway, she's joining me and my parents for dinner tonight and, well, they're not the most supportive about my sexual orientation should I say. So, she offered to be a buffer, you know, soften the blow a bit when they throw insult after insult my way. I mean I could just bail the dinner but, they're my parents I owe them certain things so, I have promised to always make an effort to go see them, no matter what. So that's how I ended up here, walking to Margot's trailer and knocking on the door.

"Ready to go endure around 2 hours of relentless condescending comments from my parents?" I said to her as she opened the door.

"Of course I am, it's my favourite hobby." She replied sarcastically. I giggled and offered her my arm which she willingly took. 

On the walk to the car we had polite small talk about how our days had gone, as we hadn't seen much of each other even though we're on the same set. She was in the Barbieland set while I was on the real world set with America and Ariana. 

We get in the car and I start driving. I'm lost in my thoughts worrying about all the ways this could go incredibly wrong. Margot's soft voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Are you okay? And don't bullshit me Y/N you've got worry written all over your face." I sighed deeply and she put her hand on my thigh. I blushed deeply at the contact but didn't let that stray me from answering her. "I'm just really dreading this night, it's the first meal we've had together in about a year so, i don't know what to expect really." 

"Hey, normally i'd say look at me but you're driving and that probably isn't smart but," i chuckled lightly at that comment "you don't need their approval about every single aspect of your life, because it's your life. Also, who cares if they don't agree with your sexuality? It's none of their business who you bang." 

I genuinely laugh for the first time this evening at the last comment. I briefly glance at Mar and smile. "Thank you for that, really. It helps to hear it." 

"No problem okay? And if at any point during the meal you're just thinking 'I need to leave like, now' then just tell me and I'll act like my apartment had been broken into or something so we can leave. I'm an amazing actress you know?" There's an evident smirk plastered across her beautiful face and I giggle at her sarcasm. "I'm fully aware and I'll drop you a text if it gets too unbearable." 

"Good." She says smiling as she turns back around so she's facing the road again. The car ride continues in a comfortable silence and Taylor Swift playing in the background. 

Time skip to when they're at the house 

Margot POV: 

"Okay we're here." I hear y/n/n say as we came to a stop outside her parents house.

"Hey, you've got this." I say as I take her hand and give it a light squeeze. "Yeah, I hope so." She responded anxiety prominent in her voice. 

We walk up to the front door and knock. Not even a second later it swings open revealing a short woman who appears to be in her sixties and a man who appears to only be a tad older behind her. "Oh my goodness, y/n/n it's been far too long." After saying that she instantly pull the y/h/c into a tight hug. "Hiya mum." She says back awkwardly patting her back,   y/n is not a hugger. Any parent should know such a small detail like that about their kid. I internally roll my eyes because I can see the stiffness of her body as her mum squeezes even tighter. "Ah, you must be Margot?" Her dad says from behind the mother and daughter. "Oh, uhm, yes that's me." I say extending my hand for him to shake which her returns politely. Her mum has now fully released her grip on y/n and extends her hand so she can shake mine while saying. "Hopefully not girlfriend." My face goes flat. No emotion, just plain hatred for this woman already and I haven't even stepped in the house. I clear my throat and say, "No, I'm not but I don't think it would be an issue if I was." Both her parents just shared disapproving looks but beckoned us in none the less. This was going to be a long night.

Time skip to them eating tea (dinner) 

Y/n POV: 

So far nothing about the comment earlier nor the subject had come up so it had actually been a really fun night so far. So far. I knew it was all going downhill when we sat down at the dinning table because that's when topics like politics and live life come up. I was not excited to say the least. "Guys 'cmon foods ready!" my dad yells from the kitchen. Me, my mum and Margot make our way to the dinning room where there is a gorgeous looking Sunday roast laying in the table waiting for us. "Dad that looks amazing." I say to him. 

"Just wait till you taste the stuffing I got some new herbs from the garden and chucked them in, it's really tasty." We all went to our respective seats on the table my parents opposite me and Margot. As soon as my mother opened my mouth I knew it was all going to go horribly wrong. 

"So y/n/n any news?" 

"Like what mum?" 

"Oh well, I don't know, a boyfriend?"

Margot shot daggers at my mum but she didn't take any notice. 

"No." I say, trying to be as blunt and cut off as possible. 

"Oh don't worry dear, a nice man will make his way into your life soon enough." My dad chimes in.

"Yeah, and then you can settle down and have a proper life with children and a proper man not any of that 'lesbian' nonsense you've been talking about." *you can change that to whatever your sexuality is but i just chose lesbian bc it fits* 

I sit and stare at her with a flabbergasted look in my face. "For the last time, I. Am. A. Lesbian. I'm not going to find a nice man because I'm not interested in men, just because you don't understand that doesn't mean that you can't accept it. Also I'm not being funny but it doesn't matter who I end up with, my life is 'proper' and as long as I love the person I end up with, which I will; very dearly it doesn't matter what their gender is, but I'm just letting you know it will be a girl. And, I don't give a flying fuck wether my children are adopted, if they're IVF or anything! Okay?! Because at the end of the day they'll be my children and I'll love them unconditionally so, that's all that matters. And I'm not being funny I shouldn't of even come tonight because every single time I come it's the same thing over and i over again, you are both like broken records!" By the end of my rant I'm practically yelling at them and at some point in my rage I stood up from my chair. I look at them both, waiting for some kind of comeback. 

"Never speak to me or your father like that again. You are a worthless piece of shit dyke and no child of mine!" She yelled at me and by this point there were tears rolling down my face. She then continued, "Imagine what Margot thinks of this, huh? You arguing with your parents and speaking to us in that manner? She also must be appalled that you're a, a- lesbian." she held so much disgust in her voice when she said that it made my blood boil and when Margot instantly rose from her chair I could tell it had the exact same effect on her. 

Margot POV:

"Well Mrs Y/L/N-"

"Please call me Claire."

"Okay, Claire. Do you want my honest opinion on this topic?"

"Yes dear I would, please knock some sense i to this girl."

As soon as those words left her mouth I turned to y/n/n and thought to myself 'well it's now or never' and I put on arm around her waist and the other behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a sweet innocent kiss and we pulled away rather quickly because we were obviously still in front of her parents. As we pulled apart she was beaming and so was I. Her face was a light pink now and it made me feel good knowing I did that to her. I wa brought back to reality when her mother chimed in again. "How long has this sinning been going on for?" Y/n head snapped round to mine looking panicked but I just scoffed loudly and said "This loving, caring relationship has been going on for 6 months, since we started filming together." I saw her mother roll her eyes but now it was her dads turn to stand up. "That's it! I've had it with you!" he paused for a second and I glanced at y/n and tears were rolling down her eyes because we both thought that she was about to get practically disowned for the second time tonight. "Claire, why can't you just be happy for our daughter, she's in love for christ sake! I don't care if she's gay. I care that she's happy,I care that she's loved. I don't understand your inability to do such things!" Me, y/n and her mum looked just as surprised as each other when those words left his mouth. Choking back even more tears y/n said "Thank you dad, really. It means a lot l." Her dad then walked around the table and stopped before her went in to hug her. "You don't like hugs do you?" he said

"No, but I guess I can make an exception." 

My heat swelled at the scene playing out before me, her mother storming out the house and y/n/n and her dad making up. I was incredibly sweet. 

As they pulled away her dad said "I know this hasn't exactly been the ideal evening but, I'm happy for the both of you okay? Now go home and get some rest sweetheart, and it was lovely meeting you Margot and just in advance you have my blessing if you ever want to, you know pop the question. Just to put it out there I'm only saying that because I know people like to ask the dad and I just thought you might be a bit too worried to ask when the times tight because of her mother so, I thought I'd tell you now so, no pressure but uhm- yeah." He said it with so much sincerity and love in his voice it made me instinctively pull him into a hug. "Thank you Mr y/l/n" I said tears pricking my eyes. "Please, call me John." 

"Thank you John." 

Y/N POV:

I just set there still crying, but more tears of joy at this point and observed the two most important people in my life at the minute share the most sickly sweet moment ever. I was amazing.

Time skip to once you drive Margot home (still reader pov)

"So, 6 months huh?" I said teasingly as I walked her to the door of her house. "I don't work well under pressure, okay?" I laughed at her response and then when she got to the door she looked at me straight in the eye. "I mean I wouldn't be totally objected to the idea of being with you for 6 months." she trailed off getting quieter at the end of her sentence and looking away nervously.  "You know, neither would I." Her eyes instantly found mine again and she looked down at me since she's slightly taller. "Really?" 

"Yes Margot, really." 

She grabbed my face and pulled me into a bruising kiss. Our lips moved in perfect sync, her teeth grazing my bottom lip and slightly biting  it causing me to let out a small moan. Her hand that had snaked around to my waist pulled me in closer at that action. Her lip grazed over my top lip asking for entrance which I happily granted her, she pushed her tongue into my mouth instantly and started exploring causing me to move my hands from her hips to around her neck pulling her in even further. We continued until we needed to pull away for air. "You wanna come inside and continue?" she asked suggestively. 

"Definitely." At that she picked me up and i wrapped my legs around her torso and we resumed our previous actions. As we got to her room she layer me down on the bed and got on top of me. "Good thing we don't have set tomorrow because I don't think we'll be getting much sleep tonight darling." 

And just like always, she was right.

#wlw #lesbian pride #lesbian #wlw fanfic #sapphic #wlw pride #margot robbie #margot robbie x reader #barbie #barbie x reader

[demonproofboi]

ok, putting my thoughts in order

I get the why. youtube sucks and each year that passes, it sucks more. they have a company and employees, and they've said before that watcher wasn't actually making a profit. it is way too harsh to say they're too greedy or "just like buzzfeed" or other stuff I've seen thrown around. they deserve to get money for their work, we are not entitled to free content, etc! I agree with all that.

the thing is though... I don't see how this could feasibly work? like, putting aside how most people are fed up with the sheer amount of streaming platforms popping up lately, the way I see it, their content does not have enough variety to warrant a paid subscription. and if it were to become varied enough, it would probably need a bigger cast and shows run by different people. and the problem with that is that we can't deny that the main appeal of watcher is how much people care about shane and ryan and (it pains me to say this, you all know he's my favorite but, to a lesser extent) steven. a ton of us are here because we wanted to keep watching them. for the people, not the shows, essentially. that is very clear when you look at the views of their shows.

idk, what I mean to say is, I don't see how they could have a catalog of content that justifies paying a monthly subscription if you're not a very avid fan willing to support them just because they're them, and even then those avid fans might end up dissatisfied because either a) a lot of the content will not include the people they want to see or b) the content will not be frequent enough. maybe I'm wrong and there is a third option here but, let's be real, there's gotta be a limit to how many different shows they can put shane and ryan in to have a varied catalogue and frequent upload schedule. and if it's not them in those shows, we bump into problem a.

I know the topic of whether or not $5.99 is a lot of money also became a reason for fights around here. this is what I have to say, as an international fan: depending on what country you're from, it's the sort of expense you just can't justify. like, the sort of money you shouldn't even spend on netflix with its very extensive selection of content. the sort of money you could use to pay a whole bill, buy groceries for a week, a month even! as it stands, here in brazil, for now, it's not really feasible. R$312 a year is a ton of money for me and I can't even say I'm struggling financially.

still on this topic, it is really hard not to take this "affordable to anyone and everyone" thing to heart being someone outside of the US, because it is the sort of thing that happens again and again, this sort of americentrism the internet at large seems to be stuck in. when they outright say they view this price as affordable to everyone it's very clear they have not taken international fans into consideration or they just don't really care. if they hadn't said that with so much certainty, maybe I'd feel a little less hurt. and you know, whatever, it's my feelings vs the needs of a company, and companies are not your friends but! ever since the beginning, the relationship between us and them has been very parasocial. lol it's like a good friend of mine said something that hurt my feelings. although maybe that's my own fault for placing them in that role in my head in the first place.

anyway, idk if this makes sense, the goal here isn't even to pick a side or tell anyone they're wrong... as with most things this is just too complicated for that. what I can say is that the way they went about this could have been a lot better. and for now what I am feeling is that this is eventually going to crash and burn but well, I just really hope I'm wrong. they deserve good things.

#i also wanna say thank you to those who offered to pay for me you guys are so cool #but I'm not even sure I'll have time or motivation to blog about travel season or create any content related to it #and if i let any of you pay I'd feel so bad if I ended up not talking about the show here #idk! maybe i sound dumb #please don't come for me i really hope i don't make anyone mad here #watcher

[blackgirls4chris]

"did i ever hurt you?"

a/n: go easy on me that's literally my first post in this blog and english is not my first language. anyways feel free to request more things or just talk to me, promise im nice.

summary: in witch a simple play pulls reader's triggers and proves she has the best boyfriend she could ask for.

warnings: mentions of previous abusive relationship, edge of a panic attack, toxic ex boyfriend named ryan,mentions of physical hurt and pain, both very soft and cuties. actually gender neutral considering the taste for males. not proofread.

pairing: reader x chris sturniolo.

"oh- i know you didn't just take my phone..."

you giggle on the spot. your seven months relationship with chris brought some funny manias, one of them being taking each other's phone every now and then, mostly when the screen takes too much time and it almost doesn't feel like you guys are sharing a room

so you started the joke, took it from between his hands and ran into the other side of the room, waiting for him to come over and try to get the phone from you. that's the whole point, the pillow fights, the tickle-play and all the fooling around that usually happens.

it's finally nice to be around someone for so long, love is finally getting back to it's pretty colors.

but you still can't control some thoughts.

because chris stands up too fast, his intentionally mad face took the smile away from your face and turned you back into the girl you were before, as fast as you could blink.

somehow you're back at your parents house, alone with your older, handsome, hard-working boyfriend who everyone thought were everything you could ask for. we'll, he used to be. until he hits.

and it usually started like this. with large steps towards you, a serious grin on his face and some effect phrase that could put you in tears. god, the worst two years of your life.

all the work to hide the scars, the times you shared the room with his friends or family and hade to pretend to be the love of his life, like you weren't hurt.

and it all seemed to come back, chris couldn't guess, couldn't notice. he knew some shit about your past but you never felt like going deep with these things. it's past tense, it's gone shit. you're someone new.

so he wouldn't think yo were a bit off already when he approached, proceeding to hold you by the arms and throw you in bed, with all the care in the world and in a way that'd be just too funny in other situation. this would be the start of a play pretend fight that would end up in kisses.

but not now. your eyes water and your mouth runs dry, you even think you're shaking. chris' image seems a little blurry and even with the most caring, loving guy you ever known in front of you, you squint. try to disappear, defending yourself from something that would never happen in this bed.

"chris, please." you try to count your words, not to speak too much.

out of sudden all you had to do was hope for the best and pray it would end soon. that he wouldn't leave marks too obvious or hurt you too bad.

"oh, i'm sorry. did i- babe, did i hurt you? lemme see" his worried eyes are instantly inspecting you, rubbing your arms to make sure he didn't grab you too strong.

no way you were backing up. you asked yourself what you were doing, chris might be feeling terrible. you know he wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, ever. he's gentle with his words, why wouldn't he be with his hands?

your mind is quicker to snap back. well, ryan hit. why wouldn't chris? ryan would've made you regret ever thinking of taking the damn phone, he'd make you feel like you didn't deserve the air your breath.

"hey, y/n. chill, babe. what's going on?" in the best of the intentions, he tries to reach for you, seeing your troubled and watered eyes. you back up, try to stay away.

"just don't... please, just don't hurt me."

it slipped away from your lips before you could even think. no need to ask that, chris wouldn't.

so he's the one to back up, even leave the bed. he stands up and gives you some space, while your eyes watch his movements like he could snap at any moment. he raised his hands where you could see them.

it's clicking inside his mind. the not so often times you said something about your last relationship leaving you so afraid of being close to someone ever again, how it felt different with him.

how you never want to go back to your hometown, how it feels like hell to use smaller clothes around your own boyfriend. no sex with the lights on, no beach days. chris knew you, knew you enough to put two plus two together and understand why it is all happening.

"i wouldn't do that, ma. i'm fully incapable of ever hurting you" he says, with the softest of the voices. "i promise, ok? i will never raise my hand on you"

so you watch carefully as he sits down by the other side of the bed. your breath still felt shaky, you're crying now.

"i heard that before, i know i did" you confess, it almost hurts to leave your throat.

god, his heart wrenched. to ever think you were put in this situation made his blood grow too cold in his veins. to be that scared? to not even thinking on complaining or telling him not to grab you like that? if you didn't like, you could even fight him.

but no, you went full defense mode, scared like a kid.

"yeah, did i ever hurt you?" insists. you nod, denying. "you're my girl, how would i ever do something like that?"

you know he is trying his best, like... me knows how to work you through your anxiety attacks, he can take care of you in any circumstance. so maybe that's what he's doing. keeping the talk, making sure you were still here.

that's your boyfriend. your safe place. not someone you should be scare dog.

"you wanna come here?" he asks you, such a nice inviting voice.

no fear, no big red bright alarm shining on your head. it's ok to push you body until you're near chris and letting him put his arms about you. in fact, it's even a safe place to cry. so you do.

"i love you, y/n. i gotta care for you, not hurt you. i can't hurt you" he repeats, his fingers interlocking your soft locks and you war pressed against his chest. fast heartbeat. "good?"

"yup" you say, feeling good enough to put your arms against his waist. "i'm sorry, i- i know you wouldn't do nothing to me. i just-it all felt too weird. i'm sorry"

"i got you, ma" he kisses your head. "no need to say sorry, fine? you just gotta tell me what not to do! i ain't doing this petty play anymore!"

that's worried chris. just like when he found out you're allergic to peanut. all of a sudden he started checking for every food he'd bring home to make sure no peanut would be found.

"no! i like when we play like that." you let out a soft laugh, it warms him up and he could almost laugh too. "i really just don't know what gets to me"

"well, my lady... then let's see if you can give me my phone back, a man gotta work!"

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo angst #sturniolo triplets angst #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagine #imagine #angst #fluff

[probably-writing-x]

Sun In The Storm - Part Two

Summary: Rafe as a toxic bf

Warnings: Toxic relationship, discussions of unhealthy eating habits, cursing

Author’s Note: I loveeee writing this concept <3 Let me know if you would like another part

~~~

You hadn’t seen Rafe for the past week, managing to avoid him. Well, perhaps avoiding him was an understatement - you were avoiding everyone. You hadn’t done much more than leave your room to go to the bathroom and go back. For the first couple of days, you hadn’t eaten either. Eventually, Topper had started coming up to your room and giving you food, leaving it on the nightstand if you were asleep, or sitting with you to make sure you ate it if you were awake.

Today, he’d brought up your food and was sat on the edge of your bed with you.

“Okay, so, it’s been five days,” Your brother points out, “Ready to see the outside world yet?”

“I’ll have you know I have a great view out of this window,” You comment, taking a bite of the sandwich in your hand.

“Sarah’s having a party tonight, and I think you should come,” He explains, watching your face shift slightly in concern before he says, “Rafe’s not going to be there, she already told me that.”

“I don’t-“

“(Y/N), you’re my sister and I love you, but please don’t stay in your room any longer,” Topper shakes his head, smiling at you, “I mean, seriously.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“You’re coming with me.”

~~~

He wasn’t wrong. You showered, changed out of your pyjamas, put on some makeup, and felt the most human that you had felt ever since you’d left Rafe’s last week. Topper tells you to find him at the party if you wanted to go home at any point, and reminds you three times that he wouldn’t be drinking anyway.

The party is full of people that you don’t know, and it’s a slight relief to know that not all of them would be desperate to ask about Rafe. But, then again, it didn’t ever take long for news to travel around this place.

You take a red solo cup of tequila and sprite and sip it quicker than you probably should, saying hi to the few people that come over to you. It felt like their eyes were on you more so than their interest - like they were waiting for you to break. For years now they had known you as a couple - you and Rafe. And, through everything, you always stuck with him. It felt odd to accept that it wasn’t the case anymore. And they were all waiting for the moment you got back together.

Eventually, you walk through to the lounge with another new drink in hand, where people are mingling in every corner. You take a deep breath and another sip of your drink, interrupted as someone comes over to you.

“So I hear you’ve caused quite the stir around here recently,” An unknown voice speaks from beside you and you turn to find a guy you’d never seen before.

He’s about six foot tall, dark brown curls floppy on his head and dark brown eyes, freckles darkening over his nose and cheeks.

“I’m Ryan,” He outstretches a hand to you.

“(Y/N).”

“So, from what I hear, you had a boyfriend, he was a bit of a dick, and you ended things,” He continues, “And now everyone’s looking at you like you’re a ticking time bomb.”

“Yeah, I guess that sums it up,” You force a smile, “I’m glad you managed to get the rundown before you met me.”

“Just taking notes so I knew what I had to contend with,” Ryan nods, a smirk dancing over his lips.

You don’t respond, taking another gulp of your drink. It’s stronger than you’d normally have and it already feels like the world is going a little fuzzy around the edges.

“So, now that I know you’re single, how about you go out with me some time?” He suggests, leaning sideways against the wall beside you, his figure towering over your frame.

“Oh, um,” You clear your throat, another sip of your drink, “I’m not really wanting to date anyone right now.”

He smiles like it was some sort of comfortable challenge before going on, “Well, you wouldn’t know unless you tried, would you? What’s the harm in trying?”

You go to respond as commotion seems to rise over the crowd of people at the party, everyone’s eyes flicking towards you and then back amongst themselves. That’s when you see him. Towering over the majority of bodies in the crowd, a face that made your heart clench. Rafe’s eyes fall on you instantly, and an anger seems to seep into his features.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He bellows, storming over the length of the room towards you.

“Hey listen man I-“ Ryan begins.

“Shut the fuck up!” He returns, “Get away from her.”

With that, Rafe’s hand wraps around your forearm tightly, his eyes scanning over your face with wild fury like he’s checking for anything wrong.

“We’re leaving.”

Your words seem to fail you, incapable of focusing on anything else but the feeling of his fingers clenching around your skin. He keeps tight hold of you, pulling you through the crowd of people until the fresh air eventually hits you, and reality seems to too.

“Get off of me!” You raise your voice, tugging your arm away from his hold with no success.

“That guy is an asshole, (Y/N), you’re lucky I came home when I did,” Rafe confirms, “You shouldn’t be talking to him he-“

“Enough Rafe!” You pull your arm away once more and release yourself from his grip.

You stumble backwards just slightly with the force and Rafe’s features seem to settle into worry, softening almost.

“I don’t need you to do this. I don’t need you to pull me away from guys at parties, or drag me out of them for that matter, I don’t need any of that. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not saying that you can’t but it’s my-“

“It’s not your job,” You interject, “It’s not your job anymore okay?”

His face drops completely then, any ounce of anger simply dropping to the floor around him. His shoulders fall too, their tension dissipating.

“(Y/N) this is ridiculous,” He drags a hand over his hair, “This isn’t us. We just need to talk about this and then we’ll sort it and-“

“Rafe please,” Your words come out as a whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

He is silent, his brows furrowing as he watches you, refusing to take his eyes away.

“I need to go home,” You clear your throat, “I’m going to find Topper.”

“No!” Rafe interrupts quickly before you can turn away, “Don’t do that. I’ll drive you.”

“I-“ You pause for a second and scan his face, watching the way he looks at you like you’re everything in front of him, “Okay.”

The two of you walk towards his car and he hurries just slightly ahead to open the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it. You smile as a way of thanking him and sit silently in the passenger seat, your hands tucked together in your lap. He gets into the driver’s side and starts the engine, hand on the back of your chair to reverse out of the spot. You stay quiet, the air hanging heavy between the two of you. He doesn’t speak, instead turning up the volume on the radio just enough for it to be heard. It’s a Noah Kahan song, one from the playlist that you and Rafe shared.

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. And sentimental like a stranger in the park.

For a few moments, I see you.

You turn to look at him, his hands loose on the steering wheel, his eyes looking ahead at his headlights on the road. There’s a shadow cast over his face that seems to soften the harshness of his cheek bones, darkening the tired purple under his eyes. Part of him still felt like yours, you knew that as much as you didn’t want to.

All too soon, he turns to park in front of your driveway and shuts off the engine, only then turning his head to look at you.

“Did your parents have a good trip?”

You look at him for a second, swallowing the lump in your throat, “They’re still away. Their two week trip turned into four weeks, and I think there’s discussion about extending it again.”

“Really?” Rafe laughs a little, “Typical of them.”

You nod, laughing just slightly too, “Yeah, very typical.”

“Do you remember the first time they left after we got together? Your Dad had that camera installed at the front door so I had to climb through the window every time?” He smiles, “I think I got stuck in the bush one time.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I spent like an hour getting all of the twigs out of your hair. So high maintenance.”

“I’m high maintenance?” He puts a hand to his chest in mock-horror, “You have an entire cupboard of your stuff at my house, like more than I own I’m pretty sure.”

The silence falls between you again, a moment of realisation.

Rafe clears his throat, “I can get that stuff back to you if you need it.”

You shake your head, fiddling with a loose thread between your fingers, “No, it’s okay, it’s no rush.”

He pauses for a moment like he’s contemplating if the next words are a good idea or not, “It’s been weird not speaking to you the past few days. I’ve gone to text you or call you like every day and then realised I can’t. I even drove to your place on my way home two days ago, and just sat outside in my car.”

“Stalker.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, maybe.”

When he moves his hand back down, you notice the bruises casting over his knuckles, wrapping over the bones. You reach out and grab his hand in yours, “What did you do?”

Rafe swallows thickly, “I just had some business to take care of.”

Instantly, his hand falls out of yours and you re-gather the ounces of yourself that you felt you had left, “I should go.”

Your fingers fumble to find the door handle and you push it open, stepping out of the car onto shaky legs.

“(Y/N)?” He leans over just slightly across the middle of the car, like he’s constantly drawn towards you, “I’m sorry.”

You inhale and exhale shakily, clenching and unclenching your fists, “Good night Rafe.”

~~~

The following morning, you’re up before the sun is, sure that you’d only got a couple hours of sleep. You shower until the water goes cold, you tidy up all of the discarded clothes from around your room, clean every inch of your bathroom, then go downstairs to do the same in the kitchen and every other room that followed. You’re in the lounge when the vacuum switches off and you turn around to see Topper stood against the doorframe.

“Do you mind turning into Cinderella after ten am next time, please?” Your twin brother frowns, arms folded as he watches you.

“Sorry,” You smile, “I couldn’t sleep.”

He walks over and sits on the arm of the nearest couch, “So I heard Rafe found you last night. What happened?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “He saw this guy Ryan talking to me and he flipped.”

Topper shakes his head, “The guy acts like he owns you. What did you do?”

“We argued outside and then he drove me home.”

“He drove you?” Topper raises his eyebrows, “Are you fucking serious (Y/N)? I was right there, you should’ve come to find me!”

“It’s fine, Top, nothing happened. He drove me home, he left, that was all,” You defend, wheeling the vacuum across the floor towards him.

Topper seems to relax just enough, “Did he say anything?”

“Enough of the third degree please?” You shake your head at him, “Nothing happened, that’s all you need to know. I’m going over to his in a little bit to drop off his stuff, and then the door is closed, it’s done.”

“You know it gets harder to believe you every time you say it,” Topper jokes, “Need me to come as back up?”

“I can’t think of anything worse,” You roll your eyes, “You need a shower, you stink.”

~~~

When you turn up at Rafe’s house, his car is missing from the driveway. You walk up to the door and knock, stepping back.

“Hey!” It’s Sarah on the other side, “(Y/N), what are you doing here? I was just on my way out.”

Your hands feel a little clammy holding the shoe box in your hands, “Oh, sorry, I can come back another time. I just needed to bring these things for Rafe.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” She beams, “You can take them straight up to his room if you want, he’s not here. I’ve got to run but just lock the door behind you when you go, you know where the spare key is.”

You agree and she’s already hurrying off to leave before you step inside, the house eerie in its familiarity now that you were here without the crowd of people, and even more so without Rafe. Following the steps you’d taken a thousand times, you make your way up to Rafe’s room, the door just ajar. Everything is in its usual place, his bedsheets messy over the mattress, clothes across the floor, his laptop shut on the desk. You set the box down onto a flat part of his bed and that’s when you see it - on an empty spot on top of his chest of drawers. It’s a brown Nike shoe box with the first initial of your name written in Sharpie ink across the top.

Curiosity gets the better of you when you go over. Part of you expects to find all of the boring bits - a half used deodorant, a few tops you’d left here, the odd pair of socks, some of your makeup, all the typical bits. But there’s nothing like that.

There’s a golf pencil and scoresheet from one of your first dates, ticket stubs from movies you’d seen and the many times you’d caught the boat to the mainland, and a snow globe that he’d won you at a fair. Underneath that, like a bed for it all, is a mass of photos of the two of you.

You pick a bunch up and one falls back face down into the box. It’s then that you see the words written on the back - each photo marked with a song. There are ones of you from when you first got together, from your first Christmas as a couple, your first holiday together, each one of them paired with a song that reminded him of you two.

“You know it’s not good to go snooping through peoples’ stuff.”

You flinch at the sound and almost drop the photos in your hand, holding them a little tighter instead. When you turn around, Rafe is leaning against the open doorframe, his keys spinning around his finger.

“Sorry I just-“

“Came to drop off my stuff?” He points towards the box on the bed, “I haven’t got your stuff together yet.”

“What’s all this?” You look down to the box, setting the few photos back into their place.

Rafe smiles a little, “Just stuff from the last few years. I’m sentimental, what can I say?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “There’s stuff in here from before we were even together, you’ve got everything. How did I not know you had all of this stuff?”

He shrugs his shoulders and walks over to you, taking the box in his hands and closing the lid over it, “Well, I realised that I just managed to keep things from our first dates and everything, and then I just decided to keep it all in one place. I thought it would be nice for a present one day, or to show our kids or something.”

Rafe takes the box and pushes it back into an empty slot at the top of his closet, stretching up to do so.

“What are you-“

“You broke up with me, you don’t get the privilege of my (Y/N) box,” He jokes, wiggling his finger at you.

There’s a lump in your throat that seems to strip you of any words until you say, “Why are you keeping it?”

“I’ll need to add more to it one day,” He shrugs his shoulders, “Would be stupid not to.”

As much as you hated to admit it, all of the bad seemed to disappear in these moments. All of the arguments and the bad days and the worst of your relationship seemed to dissipate. He’s your boyfriend again, the boy you’d chosen every day to love. And you believe him when he says he’d be adding more.

“Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but I’ll find a way,” He nods and it seems to convince you too, “Is that okay with you (Y/N)?”

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[sirenlulls]

satellite → r. keating (b. skeetz)

pairings — robert keating x fem!reader

summary — what bobby skeetz would be like as your annoying boyfriend <3

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in. i can see you're lonely down there. don't you know that i am right here?

i feel like you'd be a long-term relationship (like teenage years long term)

ik they went to some fancy all boys school so let's say you went to an all girls school near theirs that would often go on trips together (pls tell me that wasn't just my school that did that)

either that of you'd meet through extra curriculars or overlapping friend groups

EITHER WAY met when ye were young (13-14) and got together when ye were 16-17

tbh most people thought you'd only last a few months bcs it was a teenage relationship after all but you're so chill with each other that it became very clear very quick that ye were just different

major "my girlfriend's my best friend" vibes

because of that, every inhaler fan knows you

you're no longer referred to by your name

you're just "mother" now

it's low-key a problem

like in any of your instagram posts or cute little tiktoks, at least half of the comments have a silly little inhaler pfp and are calling you mother

anyways

he's so annoying

definitely a very playful relationship

mocking eachother and all that

telling anyone else (outside your friendgroup) to fuck off if they do the same

he himself wouldn't be very public with the relationship

like you wouldn't be the face of every instagram post but you'd be in a story every few weeks and you'd pop up in the middle of a photo dump here and there

the inhaler_on_tik account however....

fans play where's wally with you in the tiktoks

usually hiding in a window reflection or the hem of your jacket poking into frame

enough to know you're there

you'd be best friends with all the fans

gigs are your opportunity to make new friends

they all adore you

so many fan tiktoks from gigs just have you dancing away with them

they'd bring you flowers <3

but yeah even if bobby himself doesn't post you a lot, fans would get pictures of you two together and they'd be so cute 😭

most of them are taken before gigs when he's helping you out of the bus or ye're walking into the venue together

but someone got a picture of you two once at some silly little market in spain and you were looking at flowers and he was looking at you

they posted it to tiktok and you asked them to send it to you

it was your lockscreen for a bit x

BIRD BINGO!!!

if you're ever traveling without him, you'd take pictures of any birds you pass and send them onto him

i really need to make sure it's known that he'd be annoying

like imagine you're just lying in bed, reading or on your phone, and he just bellyflops on top of you

no warning

no escape

you're trapped

i said the same in my eli headcanons but i don't really get spooning vibes from him

no matter what way you fall asleep, at least some part of him will be touching you

whether he's full on wrapped around you or just got an arm thrown over your torso

it helps him sleep better

you're best friends with the band ofc

i mean, you practically grew up together

you and rob never have a moment of peace with them on tour

you could be curled up in bed, and all of a sudden, elijah's busting down your door and lying down beside ye to tell you about a new song idea

you finally think you're free for a moment having a smoke by the back of the bus? nope, ryan's there now purely because he wanted to annoy ye

josh is nice on ye though (not really) (he makes fun of ye all the time) (he's my little pookie bear angel) (he can do no wrong)

they love having you around

and even if you leave the tour bus to get some snacks and come back to them trying on your dresses and robert doing josh's eyeliner you love having them around too

you're starting to get the mother thing

they do feel like you're hyperactive little children

bobby skeetz, the man that you are, you'd be a great boyfriend

#robert keating x reader #bobby skeetz x reader #bobby skeetz #robert keating #inhaler oneshot #inhaler x reader #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson