#ch: ryder

[solarflxre]

William did think about offering to cook, even just once, since he did enjoy making things for others to enjoy. But for now, he would let Ryder do his thing, not wanting to interfere or upset anyone. He watched as the other continued pottering around the kitchen, opening his mouth as the other held up the piece of meat for him to taste.

"Thank you, I'm sure that if I ever need to talk, I'll find my way to you. The same goes for you. I know that I'm new here and it takes a while to get used to people but... I'm here if you need anything," he replied, swinging his legs a little as he spoke. "I'm sure it will. I would like that..." he muttered, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly, "I uh... maybe you could tell me a little more about you? Your past? If that's something you're ok with talking about of course..."

solarflxre​:

“Yeah? Good to have someone to bounce ideas off I guess,” William replied, his gaze moving between watching the other chopping up the vegetables and letting it roam over the man’s face. As he held the spoon up to his lips, he blew on it gently before taking a small taste. “It’s delicious,” he mused, face lighting up as he spoke, “far tastier than anything I’ve had in a long time.”

“I don’t doubt that they’re good people,” he replied, a shy smile crossing his features, “and I understand that everyone’s a little busy. I don’t want to interrupt when it’s something so important. I suppose it’s just… I’m not all that used to being around people…” He trailed off, not wanting to elaborate for the moment. “No no you’re not rambling. I like hearing what you’re thinking. I uh… like listening to you.”

The older man smiled at the other’s response, pleased that what he was making was tasting good. Ryder didn’t exactly think of himself as a chef, but ever since they had landed here, he learned to pick up some skills in the kitchen to make sure they had food and sustenance to survive. A lot of it involved careful preparation and investigation as to what was or wasn’t edible. Not to mention how to cook or prepare several things. But he was at a point where he was comfortable enough cooking for the ship now.

“Well, if there’s something that’s on your mind that you need to get off your chest, I don’t mind if you interrupt me with whatever I’m doing. I’d rather you do that than keep it inside for some other time,” Ryder said as he looked over at William with his intense gaze, blue eyes shimmering softly underneath the lights inside the ship. “I hope you can become comfortable around us while you’re here. I know I’d like to become closer with you as well, if the opportunity arises,” he mused, before slicing off a small morsel of meat and holding it up to William’s mouth for him to taste. “I’m not too eloquent myself, but if you like listening, I’m happy to talk. Is there anything you would like me to talk about?”

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 18 (10/18): Sex Toys starring Luke Ryder

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Luke/sub s/o, sex toys (vibrator and butt plug), bondage (using handcuffs), degradation/dirty talk, pet names/name calling (slut), edging, mention of orgasm denial, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After a stressful day being a news reporter, Luke comes home to rewind. There, he indulges in his favorite pastime; fucking his girl.

-> note: This is a world where the monsters and the whole apocalypse thing never happened (or you can imagine it before/after but without him dying). Also, I had to do this prompt with Luke, 'cause... WE ALL KNOW HE'S A FREAK (literally confirmed in the movie)

WC: 541 words

Luke hastily yet sloppily takes off the majority of the clothes he wore to work today, besides his shirt and pants, obviously. He was absolutely done with the day; and the fact he had to wait even longer for his girlfriend to get home, since he left early, was even more torturous.

He groaned, flopping onto the couch and burying his face in a pillow. His brain throbbed, overstimulated from the day's events, and he felt like just taking a nap until she came home. Yeah, that sounded like a pretty good idea right about now.

But then he heard the door close, and walking in came his beautiful lover, brows downturned yet furrowed slightly in concern and worry as she sees him. She makes her way over to him, feeling his forehead. "You okay, baby?" she asks ever so gently. "As soon as I saw your text that you were leaving early, I just... I had to leave work too. I couldn't help but think something was wrong..."

"No, I'm okay," he dismissed in a mumble, sitting up and smiling a bit at how much she was genuinely concerned for him. He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her gently. "'M just... in need of a break, I think."

"Yeah?" she questions, wrapping her arms around his neck instinctively. He smirked, and pulled her into another kiss, one more passionate this time. His tongue fought for dominance against hers, quite quickly winning the short-lived battle.

And soon they were on the bed, her hands cuffed to the headrest, unable to move them whatsoever. The vibrator on her clit teasingly buzzed on the lowest setting, and the shiny butt plug he inserted into her ass definitely wasn't helping either. It had its own separate set of vibrations, but he didn't even care to turn it on, just letting her feel the damn thing. How much was he going to tease her, she had no idea. But it made her body tingle with anticipation.

"You're such a slut for me," he coos, leaning in and kissing her neck, "I fuckin' love it."

After a while he turned up the vibrator, but only just a little. He also turned on the butt plug, but it was on its lowest setting like the vibrator previously was. It was torture after torture, edging her and bringing her close to the edge before denying it again.

But finally, after what seemed like hours, three words escaped his lips as he put both on the highest setting: "Cum for me."

And she did just that, whimpering loudly as her desperately awaited orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. It came over her hard and fast, riding the waves of her orgasm by basically humping the vibrator that still resided in his hands. He watched, soaking in the sight to its fullest, and helping her ride the waves of pleasure until she couldn't anymore.

"You like these toys better than me?" he asks her, to which she quickly shakes her head no. He smirked, chuckling. "I think otherwise..."

He turned the vibrator on again, on a higher setting. "Well... You're jus' gonna have to give me as many orgasms as I want 'til I decide you deserve me."

[chevvy-yates]

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[ashton-ryder]

👥 + Jeremiah

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Introducing his mother to the Roses, with them pretty much being his first new friends moving here, his mother immediately took a liking to the three of them, empathetic and honestly, pissed off at the fact of what their mother put them through. She made the effort to always ask about them when she gets on video calls with Ashton, insisting on greeting them and saying hi when she could. The eldest was one that she felt for the most, for what Jeremiah had to do to survive not just for him but his siblings and his grandparents. She overlooks the things he had to do to earn a living, like her son, knowing somewhere in there was a wonderful man that didn't have a fair shot at life. The poor boy grew up too fast. She wondered if he ever got to enjoy an ounce of childhood, occasionally reaching out to Jer, whether to himself directly or through Charlie or fussing over them when she visits in person, checking in on his wellbeing, sending fun things to do she might've spotted in New York for him, even if they might be childish. But when has he ever gotten a chance to just have childish fun? Next to Charlie, he's also another one to get invited over to Minnesota, though the offer was more often to get rejected, sometimes jokingly quoting he preferred somewhere warm for his vacations. But she just wanted to return the love that the siblings have given to Ash all this time, knowing that they deserve it more than anyone else she knew.

Ever since day one of meeting her, Charlie had this running joke of her oldest brother and Ashton. Literally explaining how he met Ashton, pulling him off the streets before a car hit him, you could see her eyes light up with amusement muttering oh my god like a meet cute. It started off as a light joke, letting her have her fun with it calling them an old married couple when they bickered, ..until it wasn't. He wasn't quite sure when it changed either but a keen eye might've been able to see the shift in Ash's and Jer's reactions to her jokes. He's mastered it better now though after years into it, a simply eye roll, forcing back the smile that would grow and letting silence deny it all because he realized anything he said would absolutely be used against him, both by Charlie and Jer, heck even JP sometimes. But with the collapse of New York, the jokes had at least calmed or ceased, bigger and more important things happening around them, and it was perhaps the break Ash needed to really sit and reflect on what was still a joke or not.

Despite Jeremiah's closeness to Sada, he's one of the few people Ash actually opens up to about his predicament with her. He knows it's playing with fire, but.. it's Jer, there was a trust Ash couldn't quite explain. Unlike with Ria, Jer at least believes him. Though often brushing it off as nothing much, she's just teasing Ash, that's all. Ash disagrees very much with that statement, on more than one or two occasions he's considered leaving New York, dropping his PhD, just leaving everything behind and disappear all to avoid this distress in his life. But he wasn't sure if he could throw back the lifeline Ruth gave him. Of all the people wrapped around Sada's finger, Jeremiah was the only one Ash felt safe with and trusted to care enough about him to dare challenge Sada on certain things. But not that he wanted Jer to get in trouble for it. Sure there's always that tinge of doubt, that it was all a sick joke from the beginning ..At the very least Jeremiah believes him, and that was enough. That was the bar Ash had with this bullshit with Sada. Little did he even know that Jeremiah was the one who fought for him between Sada deciding to try and kill him or not.

He knows he probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help it, most of the time not noticing it himself; touches that lingered a bit too long, stolen glances shared for seconds longer than it should, flirting Jeremiah does that dangerously toed the line between joking and being serious. He can sense that there something between them but he hasn't had the courage to find out and confront what that is. Ash tries to ignore those feelings over the years, half expecting that if he indulged in them for too long, it'll only be pain and heartbreak coming back and he wasn't sure if he could handle another. Because if Ash falls, he falls hard, it's easier if he grips tightly onto the railing before he lets himself do just that. This was a friendship he couldn't afford to ruin or lose ever, because at the end of the day that friendship was enough for him. At least he tells himself that. He had hoped that it was just him, maybe it was in his head, maybe no one else would notice, maybe Jeremiah was just toying with him, maybe Sada put him up to it, those were easier pills to swallow, things he can guard himself from and justify his hesitancy with, but then sometimes when they're alone, and the snark and bite in their words dissolves, and they're just two humans finding solace in each other's company, and then ..he's not so sure all over again, of what it was, what it is, and what it's not.

bonus: on the car ride back looking up to see Jer as who he was leaning against in the cramped car was the biggest relief ever seeing him alive, at that moment never noticing that way his hand silently found his, fingers interlacing and desperately holding onto them until they made it back home.

[lockerandom]

In Beetlejuice 2, I hope the Maitlands get to be in the movie. I know the actors have aged and ghosts don't age, but I'd be fine if they took on the form of their "scary" selves.

A big part of the story was the two becoming a second set of parents to Lydia. They wanted children but it was heavily implied that they were infertile

In the end it seemed like they were the ones doing the hands on parenting. They were the ones that greeted her when she arrived home from school and Adam was the one that helped her study for her math test and was the one who was expecting good grades.

Lydia also agreed to marry Beetlejuice to save them and as soon as they could they were doing every thing they could to save her.

So I hope that they can find a way to work them into the sequel as Jenna Ortega's character's doting ghost grand parents. Maybe Jenna's character can't see them but she can talk to them? We can see them briefly from Lydia maybe at the end of the movie.

On another note, I hope Lydia gets to be a goth mom. I'd also like it if Jenna's character was the complete opposite and was preppy and embarrassed by her mom. That will save Ortega from being typecast and she can show off other aspects of her acting. But its also cool if she's also a goth. (And we can get a joke where she and her mother are referred to as Morticia and Wednesday Addams).

[westealtoys]

Some time ago I was crying dramatically into my pillow talking with @wonda-ch about Ryder's PR team (me) failing miserably while building his image and that there's more to him than the confident and horny asshole act.

There's soft and insecure side too, confused and full of doubts, side not many know.

Thanks to my fantastic friend @wonda-ch, who took upon herself making it publicly known, everyone can read about his other side here (yay!). Thank you wonda! You're the best and this is the sweetest gift. I still scream with delight ^^ <3

[godscobhhq]

Flynn Ryder/Eugene Fitzherbert from Tangled

Name: Eugene Fitzherbert Age: 30+ Profession: Thief Pronouns: UTP FC suggestions: Brenton Thwaites, Henry Golding, Danny Ramirez Availability: Open

Biography UTP

Notable character information: Eugene works under the alias of Flynn Ryder for his heists, robberies and petty thieving. No one knows of his government name. Flynn will have a larger role in a plot drop coming in 2025.

[lavampira]

soni gets along well with gil for both being mechanically-inclined, yes, but also their similar methods of winging things that annoy kallo, and of course the lesbian-gay solidarity. and most importantly, their collectively decided rules of nomad operation that get permanently posted in the crew messages.

[silkchvffon]

THE EVENING IS BITING COLD WHEN esma exits the hotel, heels clicking rhythmically and fast against the marble steps. ryder moves like a ghostly figure ahead of her into the crowded new york streets, but it feels like they're completely alone. her hand has been in lucas' all night, but her eyes have been on ryder — it's easy to abandon her own engagement party, her fiancé, when her soul still yearns for him. « ryder, » his name falls softly from esma's lips as catches up to him and extends him his coat that he's either forgotten or deliberately left behind. once their eyes lock it's like all the air is punched right out of her chest, but she invited him and she can't just let him leave in the state he's in. and she certainly is incapable of letting him go. « are you getting home safe ? i can call my driver, or i could have a room ready, just ... maybe you shouldn't be out right now. » her fault. his broken expression, her own shattered heart — her fault.

@invcntions

[lcsingmyhead]

@thegreatwcr​​ 

— who: Ryder & Elias  — where: the Clubhouse

It’s been almost a full year since he moved and Ryder wasn’t fully used to the minor differences in this charter to the other. But one thing never changed, and that was the clubhouse. Through the weird stagnant moments of moving, unpacking his house, seeing Becky and almost repacking and moving back out of sheer embarrassment, the clubhouse was a respite. He’s spent most of his free time there as of late - even sometimes bringing his laptop to work on the sticky bar top. Especially now, with his birthday on the horizon, Ryder didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. Which is why he was here today. Checking flights for holiday travel to see if he could surprise his little sister back in Olympus when he heard the door behind him open. 

It was a weekday afternoon and only a handful of people have been in here before or after their shifts at work, but since lunch just ended he was a little surprised to hear someone else in the room that’s been empty for an hour. Raising an eyebrow at the club VP, the one that helped him through the transfer process, the historian gave him a halfhearted wave. “Hey -- what brings you here? Forget to hang your stocking or something?” Nodding to the wall where mini stockings with puffy paint were hanging - a sirens weekend art project. “I’m pretty sure I saw Bill walkin around shovin condoms in them earlier. You want a drink?”

[strywoven]

@outlawryder has requested a story : ❝ i can see it in your face. i don’t hold that special place in your heart. ❞  -verona

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

O’ how she DREADS these sorts of talks , entirely LOATHES being cornered into these conversations ( one may have to ponder the reason as to why that is ; for was it not she who is so entangled to the whims of own heart , so driven by the force of grieving madness that’s consumed it ? ) .  Foolish is she to have assumed they could have gone on with their whole affair avoiding the topic and never giving it the time.  Ryder is , however , only h u m a n ( & merely a man ) .  And in all her years Verona has learned that humans are TRAGIC , prone to getting attached , to giving themselves to even the worst of creatures should it mean a taste for something close to love and peace.  Sad is it that Ryder has fallen victim to own design , handing his unquestioning devotion to HER , a consequence of his blind faith in her as he lays himself willfully upon her waiting , ready blade ( i trust you , he’s said afore , i know you won’t do me harm ) .

Yet she’s not grateful for it , merely irked and discontent , especially when he presumes the authority to ask after the whims of her rotting heart.  It is times like these Verona thinks it would have been wiser to KILL HIM , to be rid of him for good.  For if only she had broken h i s heart sooner she might have been spared this too-familiar discussion now.

❝ You ought to be sleeping , ��� She chastises with her back to him , purposefully avoiding the idea of turning to face him and indulging his company ( yes , perhaps if she ignores him he shall get the idea & stay quiet ) .  But the weight of him still remains , his presence still warming the space beside her in h e r bed ( another mistake , she knows , one she’s not thought to correct since it was first made weeks ago ) .  When he starts to speak again in lieu of her non-effort to reply , she tosses him a glare over her shoulder , silver eyes burning , sharp teeth bared as a g r o w l emits from breast in WARNING .  And it is rather plain , she shall warn him only the once ; they both know she’s not one to repeat herself.

Thus again , the room is quiet.

At length , Verona speaks up again ( reluctantly ) , her gaze trained towards the window nearby , ❝ Do not be offended , Ryder , ❞ Tone is reserved , voice is hush , ❝ I’ve not allowed ANYONE to occupy a n y place in my heart for … A very long time.  I doubt any shall. ❞  He may not know the meaning behind the words , but they are clear in their hurt , heavy-laden with a s o r r o w in each softly uttered syllable.  One day she may tell him about it , the reason behind her need to be kept FAR AWAY from everyone ( & how she looks on at everything with an expression of mourning )— Not now.  It is not the right time.  ❝ It … It Is not a place you should seek anyhow. ❞  A pause.  ❝ Why not covet the heart of a human woman like a normal man ?  You would at least stay a l i v e that way. ❞

[tuiyla]

it's honestly so sad and gross the amount of times the glee writers have had characters use throwaway lines about SA. puck has the threesome line, santana has 2 in PUC (there's the roofie line but also the one about 'playing doctor' when she was 9) and then brittany has the alien invasion. kitty's SA is only mentioned to support ryder's whose is treated as a joke by sam and artie who aren't called out for it.

Damn I forgot Santana has a second sus line in PUC.

I think the Kitty and Ryder scene is surprisingly tasteful but that is compared to the incredibly low bar of random one-liners, so. It's decent just by virtue of being an actual storyline and like you say, it's never brought up again after that. I have so many thoughts about that Kitty scene it's insane some of which I touch on here.

I don't mind that Kitty's story is only brought up to support Ryder's and Ryder, as I mention in that post I think it works well with her character that she would choose to share. But the way Ryder's story is framed is all kinds of problematic, mainly because of that stupid fucking Sam and Artie comment. I'm glad Kevin addressed his dislike of it in the latest podcast ep.

Glee had the same problem with SA as it did with all serious topics they tried turning into issue episodes. It's way too layered and sensitive of a topic to be your moral of the week BS and you sound like such a fucking hypocrite if before and after that one episode you continue making throwaway jokes about it. I'm just glad Glee didn't try to do more with it, you know?

[cass1x1]

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves - i don't have a main blog i can send this off but ryder/simon and i'm sorry <3

@meowtrash this one...got away from me a little. TW for blood and injury mentions obvi

The light, ultimately, was what got Simon up. A notoriously light sleeper, they'd been simply lying in bed, listening to the soft creaking downstairs and bargaining with themself about what would convince them not to go look. If they disable the second alarm, I won't go look. If they stay in the foyer, I won't look. If they don't go to the kitchen, I won't look. Simon was reasonably certain there was no danger. They were reasonably certain they knew who it was. The only strange part, really, was the light. They slid out of bed, yanking their discarded shirt over their head, and padded downstairs to see what Ryder was up to. They moved quietly through the house, like maybe they were the one sneaking up in the first place.

Their first reaction to seeing Ryder was, naturally, relief. They were glad it was just him. But their second was an apparently audible gasp of confusion. At first, they weren't sure Ryder noticed. He was, after all, apparently reenacting a scene from Macbeth, scrubbing blood from their hands with a ferocity that Simon--a slight germophobe by nature--could understand but didn't expect. But then he turned off the faucet and looked up, using a towel to dry off his arms. "Didn't mean to wake you," was all they said. Their voice was rough.

Simon liked the sound if it more than they ought to, which was on the whole more embarrassing than catching Ryder cleaning blood off themself. "I was already up," they lied, leaning against the door frame. "Do you need help?" Ryder didn't really answer that in any meaningful way, so they stepped closer, fully into the kitchen.

In addition to the blood on Ryder's hands, Simon could see their torso--why is it seemingly always bare when they least expect it?--had a few streaks, but the more concerning spot, which was shining with quite a lot of blood from a cut. Simon frowned, weighed their options for a moment, and then turned. Ryder turned the faucet back on, and based on his reaction when Simon returned with some supplies, he'd thought Simon had meant to leave. He seemed frozen for a moment, rendering Simon's next words a little redundant. "Hold still."

Simon figured it was best to begin with water, so they took the washcloth, soaked it, and began the gentle process of dabbing at the cuts on Ryder's face. They started with the cut above his brow, trying to keep their full attention on the cut. If they squinted, trying to focus in on the jagged edge where the skin ended, they could ignore the rest of Ryder's face, his unreadable eyes and the set of his lips. This was already grossly inappropriate, they suspected, and thinking about Ryder's mouth would only make it worse. So they did, willing the rest of the world beyond the spot they were cleaning to disappear.

Until it was justifiably clean enough, and they had to move to the next spot. A long, thin line from Ryder's temple to their cheek. This sort of task was something Simon could do. They were pretty aware of the fact that they were neither strong nor brave, but when they were in the right headspace, they were meticulous. They started on the long cut, worrying at their lip with their teeth as they ran the now-reddening cloth along it. After a moment, though, Ryder grabbed their wrist, forceful and just shy of painful. "That's enough," he said, voice rough.

Immediately horrified at whatever boundary they'd crossed, Simon dropped the cloth. It fell to the floor with a sad, wet thud. "I--sorry. You probably want…" Their mind began to spin, the way it often did, filling in the gaps of the evening with explanations they had no way to verify. Ryder had been mugged, or in a fight, or fell through a window, or a dozen other possibilities, all of which would have left them tired and in no mood to be put upon by Simon. They felt themself flush, which was probably also unfair as, at the moment, they had more blood in them than Ryder. "Let me just…uh…" Unable to totally help themself, they opened the first aid kit, gesturing at its contents. "There's more, too, in the bathroom." Their childhood warnings about safety and how most household injuries occur in the kitchen or bathroom felt foolishly naive. Ryder hadn't been hurt in the kitchen or bathroom or household at all. And all Simon had to help were his sad little bandaids.

"It's late and I was asleep and that's what I should be doing," they said softly, turning to excuse themself.

They wouldn't look back, but they didn't need to. They could hear Ryder's smirk in his words. "I thought you said you were already up."

They had no answer for that, so they scampered upstairs as fast as their legs would allow, hoping by morning came, Ryder would be gone or they would have learned the ability to disappear from shame alone.

[ashton-ryder]

👥 + John-Paul

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Compared to his slightly more openness with the other two Rose siblings on this particular matter, Ash has never told JP about the Sada problems, he's learnt his lesson on that one. And he really can't afford another telescope mysterious breaking again, literally, emotionally and financially. He knows just how close JP is to Sada, seeing the mess that came from telling Ria, Ashton simply learnt to keep his mouth shut about this, especially with JP. JP only really knows how much Sada hates him, from Sada herself, but that was it, that was harmless enough. Because whichever way the outcome goes, Ash only sees a lose-lose situation. If JP believes him, there might be an anger hard to tame, a mess he wasn't sure they could clean up. And the more likely latter that JP doesn't believe him from a single gaslight of Sada, Ashton wasn't ready to lose JP as a friend, as family. And if he had to keep this from JP forever to hold that delicate peace, he will.

Ash has let JP come to his apartment multiple times, at any time really, to share his problems with him, always a listening ear for him to at least talk through his feelings unfiltered and work things through. Perhaps it was the fact that Ash was kind of family, and yet not really family, there was a small comfort perhaps in that grey area of close enough but not too close. A sweet spot to open up and Ash was always a good listener, not always having the solutions but more often than not JP already knows his answer and just needs a sounding board and Ash was happy to be that for him, secrets spilt never revealed, rants shared and never passed along, JP deserves that much of his privacy, something he's sure he hasn't gotten much of all these years.

He knows that JP knows about certain feelings for a certain brother but Ash continues to deny it even if it's just knowing glances he's seen JP give him all this time. He glazes over them, as if any more of acknowledgment was going to throw JP into an excitement of being right all this time. But in one occasion last year, Ash had gravely talked to him to ask-beg- him to not tell Sada whatever he thinks there is between Ash and Jer, there wasn't-, he'd tell JP, but on the off chance it blabs out to Sada, he's pretty sure he wasn't going to get out of it alive. Probably dead in a ditch the very next day. Good thing he had his will drafted and grave picked out already. And while he loves and trusts JP, this was unfortunately something he just wasn't sure he could trust JP with, not if he valued any form of peace and solace he still had with this pocket of his life, a vulnerability he could protect if he pretended it didn't exist.

Introducing his mother to the Roses, with them pretty much being his first new friends moving here, his mother immediately took a liking to the three of them, empathetic and honestly, pissed off at the fact of what their mother put them through. She made the effort to always ask about them when she gets on video calls with Ashton, insisting on greeting them and saying hi when she could. The middle Rose reminded her a little bit of when young Ash, brash, a bit of a temper, a dash of insecurities. Perhaps if anything it was almost a nostalgic feeling, knowing the marines changed her son forever. She indulges JP in embarrassing stories of Ashton to use to make fun of him, an equivalent exchange between both families and love hearing about the siblings herself and JP was always the one to joke around about those. She wished she could help JP more in his struggles but like mother like son, she didn't always feel like it was her place to butt in on his life, not unless he wanted her to. So instead they focused on the brighter side of life, just wanting to return the love that the siblings have given to Ash all this time, knowing that they deserve it more than anyone else she knew.

[elfgremlin]

kylie literally never wanted to go to andromeda but her entire family and her best friend (liam) were all going so she felt like she had no choice so when alec literally forces ryder to become pathfinder on habitat 7 instead of letting her die once her helmet got smashed she was so so so so so so so beyond mad bc she was already suicidal as hell and she so desperately wanted to literally die and it took her a very VERY long time to heal from what happened (also she hated her dad so 💀 and she never wanted to become pathfinder to begin w bc she never believed in the andromeda initiative lmao)

[ma1dmer]

omg its Nathaniel!!! anyways i cannot stand to look at this any longer, i am so rusty but i wanted so badly to write something that captured how lovely that kiss looks...

Nathaniel slumps against the exposed brick wall, wincing as his bruised back and shoulders meet the rough grit. Unpleasant even through the thick layer of his jacket. He makes no effort to move away. He swallows and finally catches his breath for what seems like the first time tonight. Speaking of. Tonight had been a disaster. The kind of disaster that would play in his head for quite some time, providing a nice backdrop for the next few months of self-imposed paranoia and misery. Fun!

His hands shake as he brings an unlit cigarette to his lips, he ignores the bloody imprint left on the paper, not caring much to catalogue whether it was his or not, and if it was where exactly it came from. That'd be a tomorrow problem. Just as everything else. Tomorrow, when the adrenaline had fully worn off and everything ached sharply. When the fact he made it out alive to begin with, settled nicely over his shoulders like the blade of a guillotine.

He hears the rush of footsteps somewhere from the floors above, closes his eyes and braces for the worst as he fishes out his lighter, not remotely ready for another fight but not having it in him to keep running. When he opens them again he catches Ryder right as he skips down the last few steps, white knuckling the railing, dark eyes wide and frantic. Their gazes meet. And whatever tension seemed to line his face eases out of him with a long exhale. He stares at Nathaniel as if he wasn't quite expecting to see him down here.

"Shit" He sighs out, dropping to sit on one of the steps, close enough to Nathaniel that their knees bump together. Close enough that Nathaniel could touch him. Ryder looks up at him, dual coloured strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. Nathaniel's fingers twitch at his side with the urge to push the strands away from his face. He doesn't. “That was-" "Let’s not" Nathaniel cuts him off quickly, waving away the smoke he accidentally blew towards him. He stops finally to give him a pointed stare.

"Did you pack up everything?" He asks instead. He knows they'll have to talk about it, if not for each other, for the report they'll have to make if they wanted to see any money from this shit show of a job, but Nathaniel was just not prepared for it right now. Ryder's lips press into a thin disapproving line. Without his usual smile, he looked more his age, Nathaniel thought absently, more of the trained professional killer he was, rather than the reckless college kid he sometimes liked to portray himself as. "I did, but didn't have time for anything else" he answers curtly. Nathaniel thinks for a second. "Well, we'll just have to add a bribing section to our plans next time" he shrugs. Ryder's ensuing snort is dry and humourless. "You don't say"

When Nathaniel shifts forward again, Ryder catches his grimace of pain before he can turn away. "I could help patch you up" he says before Nathaniel can tell him to drop it again. He sighs. "You will" he smiles as much as he's able to now, he hopes it comes across playful. "Just-" he swallows. "Just give me a second" he hates being like this, hates being seen like this, knows he should be way past this point in his career. He wasn't some newbie biting off more than he could chew. He knew the truth of course, even if he hated nothing more than to admit it. He'd gotten comfortable and careless and more importantly he'd learnt to rely far too much on someone else. He pushes that bitter thought as deeply into the crevices of his mind as possible, before it starts to fester. Not tonight.

"Thank you for coming for me" he says instead of spiraling. Ryder takes a second to look at him, eyes searching around his features for something that Nathaniel hopes he doesn't find. He nods finally. slowly, a silent aknowledgement. "I think I need a drink after all that" he leans back, stretches out his legs and pushes his hair out of his eyes. Nathaniel has never felt more thankful to have a subject change so quickly, realizes he'd been letting the cigarette burn between his fingers all this time, throws it away with a flick of his wrist before the flame reaches his skin, not caring much about the potential fire hazard.

"Deal" he says forcing cheer onto the monotone of his voice. "On me today" he says eager to get out of there, smile more steady now. "I could kiss you just for that" Ryder sighs out happily as he slaps his hands on his thighs and stands up. "And you'd have no objection from me" Nathaniel responds, easy and quick. They look at each other for a long bit. Tense and winded and fraying at the edges.

It’s not clear who moves first. If its Nathaniel or Ryder but they meet somewhere in the middle. A clash of lips and teeth and Nathaniel exhales in relief, his arms wrapping around Ryder's waist, beneath that ridiculous cropped jacket he'd made fun of at the start of the night, a thought so ridiculously far away from their current state that it makes him want to laugh. ("it's vintage" Nathaniel can still hear Ryder's complaint in his head) Ryder walks them backwards, hands at the back of his neck, until his back meets the wall, Nathaniel quick to follow and press himself fully against his front. It's all messy and lacking the finesse of their previous impromptu kisses. A give and take of touch and feel and taste, their breathing coming up in short claustophobic huffs.

Ryder pulls away first, thumping his head back against the wall in the process, which Nathaniel does laugh at. Quick against the corner of Ryder's mouth before he traces the line of his jaw with his teeth, tasting his sweat and the bitter tang of his cologne. He cups the back of Ryder's head, hopefully stopping him from hitting his head again, hopefully messing his hair up even more. "We should get going" he says lazily his words slightly slurred now that he feels his body cooling down. "We should" Ryder mirrors his tone when Nathaniel drops his head on his shoulder, breath hot against his neck.

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