#mikey walsh imagine

[greasergal]

Metanoia Prologue

Pairing: Older!Mikey Walsh x OC!FemReader

Warnings: language, angst, slow burn romance, sexual innuendos, drinking, dark past, mentions of depression

Summary: Estella spent a lot of her life not really knowing who she was. So on a journey to figure that out she said good bye to the life she had made in search of one she would enjoy. Which is how she happened to stumble upon the Goondocks and the best group of friends she had ever met.

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Materlist

PROLOGUE | OUT OF TOWNER Wednesday June 30th 1993, Astoria Oregon

The thrill was what got to her. The absolute freeing and exciting feeling of running off. The whole world was in her hands and she could do anything. Who knew what would happen next. Just the mystery and on edge her future seemed was enough to keep her foot on the gas and to continue driving with no map in her hands. Each road she passed was a split decision. A small grin tickled at the corner of her lips but didn't fully form because the thrill in her stomach was enough to make her sick and happy at the same time.

She had been driving for a while now. At least eight hours before she had loaded her car with anything she could think of bringing along. She was actually surprised the small white Volkswagen Bug could hold all the junk she had thrown into it. The sky was grey and drizzling raindrops all over the earth. As Estella admired the beauty of Mother Nature her stomach grumbled. She hadn't had the time to eat before her split second decision of leaving. Passing a small town sign she smiled knowing this was promising of a restaurant nearby. The town hit you all at once, lots of houses, and a whole bunch of different colors. Estella could see the small port down the end of the road and it somehow brought the little old town together.

As she got closer to the port she saw a sign for a little diner and let out a sigh of relief. Without hesitation she pulled into a parking space and grabbed her wallet. The inside was small and very old school but it gave off a warm welcoming feeling. There wasn't a lot of people inside, just two young boys sitting at the bar stools and an older gentleman off to himself in a booth. Estella took a seat on the opposite side of the bar from the boys and started to look at the menu as a blonde girl emerged wearing a pink waitress uniform.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked with a small smile. She had warm brown eyes and she stared into Estella's hazel ones with kindness.

"Um, I'll just have some French toast and bacon on the side. Oh and a glass of orange juice" the girl smiled as she wrote down the order and walked it back to the window. She gently clipped it to the carousel and spun it around so the cooks could get it. She watched as she moved to wipe the counter in front of the two boys and fall into conversation with them. Before she knew it the girl had returned and started wiping down the counter in front of her. Estella also couldn't help but notice the boys staring at her from across the bar.

"Is there something on my face? Those boys you were talking to over there are staring at me" she leaned and whispered to the blonde so they wouldn't hear. The blonde chuckled slightly and shook her head.

"No we just aren't used to out of towner's around here. Where you from?" she asked and Estella leaned back, thankful she wasn't losing her mind.

"Redding California" the blonde girls eyes widened. Rarely did they get the California sunshine type around the area. That was almost a nine hour drive too.

"So what's got you all the way out here?" the blonde asked as she grabbed the girls glass of orange juice and set it down.

"It would help if I knew where here was?" Estella told her and the blonde chuckled as it made sense how the girl had ended up in their small town.

"Well you're in the goon docks of Astoria Oregon of course" Estella furrowed her eyebrows as she recognized the name. Why did she recognize that name?

"Isn't this the small town that found that pirate treasure or something a few years back?" Estella finally questioned as the blonde grabbed her plate of quickly made food and set it in front of her.

"You're right, that story made our little town famous" she told her and Estella nodded as she thought of such a tale. She only remembered it because of how interesting and exciting it was when news broke out about the lost treasure. That wasn't the kind of thing that happened every day. 

"Do you know the full story?" Estella asked and the blonde turned to the two boys sitting at the bar, sharing a look that Estella didn't quite understand. 

"Yeah, back in 85 some kids called the Goonies found a map to One Eyed Willie's ship right off the coast through some hidden tunnels. The treasure they found saved half the town from being turned into a golf course. Put our little town on the map" Estella found a sense of comfort in the story and smiled.

"That's quite a story. No wonder your little town has a charm to it" and the blonde smiled at the unusual response from the girl which caused her to hold her hand out.

"I'm Stef, it's nice to meet you" she said and Estella quickly smiled and wiped her hands off with her napkin before placing it in hers.

"I'm Estella, it's nice to meet you too" the girls smiled at each other as they shook hands. Before either girl could speak they were cut off by a bellowing voice from a woman.

"Stef, who said you could take a break?" the two girls turned to face the plump woman as she descended the spiral staircase in the corner.

"Oh Ginny, there is no one here" Stef talked back as if she was still a child. The woman named Ginny found her way behind the counter wearing a uniform identical to Stef's.

"Oh really?" she said as she gestured to the two boys, Estella, and the gentleman just getting up to leave.

"Okay but none of them needed assistance at the moment" Ginny rolled her eyes and started to work amongst the counter.

"Clarke and Lawerence I swear you've been here all day. Time to get out, you finished eating an hour ago" she scolded the two boys across the counter from Estella.

"Aww Ginny we got nothing better to do than be here with you" the skinnier one said and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah and I still want a milkshake" the other said and Ginny sighed.

"I swear you two come in here and cause trouble everyday, could I get a strawberry milkshake?" Ginny yelled to the back kitchen as Stef turned back to Estella.

"So you planning on staying and visiting for a bit?" she asked and Estella thought for a moment.

"Well I wasn't really planning on going anywhere so why not? I just needed someplace to get away" Estella answered and Stef smiled, excited at the idea of  anew face around here. 

"Don't we all" Ginny piped up as she handed the milkshake to Lawerence and the girls laughed.

"Thanks Aunt Ginn" he replied as he immediately started sucking it down.

"Your welcome" she said just as the two boys began to stand.

"We're heading out but before we leave, I'm Mouth and this is Chunk, only the older folks round here call us by our real names" Clarke held a hand out to Estella and she smiled and accepted his handshake.

"I'm not old young man" Ginny scolded as she pointed at him and he laughed, the pair starting to walk away. 

"Alright we best be going, see ya later babe" Mouth said as he leaned over and gave Stef a small kiss. Estella was a bit surprised but brushed it off quickly. As he pulled away he gave a small pat to Estella's shoulder and Chunk gave her a wave as they both exited the diner.

"If you plan on staying I might have to be careful. A pretty girl like you could send him running away" Stef said once they were gone and Estella went to respond and assure her of no trouble before Ginny spoke up.

"Oh please you've had that boy wrapped around your finger since you found that damn pirate treasure" and Stef looked to see the immediate shock that painted the new girls features. Estella looked at Stef and she gave a small chuckle.

"Surprise" she said and the two girls fell into joined laughter.

"That's so cool. So you found the treasure?" Estella asked and Stef shrugged and looked at Ginny.

"Not really, I was just along for the journey. There was one boy we wouldn't of done it without" she told her and Estella tilted her head, confused at the modesty that came from telling a story like that. 

"Who was the boy?" Estella asked even though she couldn't possibly know who he was. 

"Mikey Walsh"

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[80s4life]

Beauty And The Beast

Word Count: 6,686 (longest fanfic I’ve ever written, yay!)

Status: Requested!

Ask: I read your Jake Fratelli x Chunk's sister and I absolutely loved it. May I request another Jake and Chunk's sister fic?

@: @thatwinchestergirl02​

A/N: I was WAITING for you to ask, so I'd have a viable reason to post this! Thank you so much! I worked on this for a few weeks and it was more dark than I’d expected initially (and took forever, I’m sorry).

Fandom: The Goonies 1985

Relationship: Jake Fratelli x Cohen!Female!Reader (Chunk's sister, and ironically, the same last name as the actor)

Summary: He wasn’t good - that was common knowledge - but he embraced it. He used it as a cloak that hid who he wanted to be, or really, who he feared to really be. He was mislead, misused, and misunderstood. No one could match up to him. Not. Even. You. Or, could you?

Warnings: language, kidnap, crime, age-gap pairing, slight Stockholm Syndrome (not really though because he���s a good boy)

Key: Un bel pasticcio- A beautiful/pretty mess

Masterlist Goonies Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @savethegoondocks​}

“Chunk - Dammit!” Brand screams, alerting the rest of the group that was starting to drift away. 

They’re trapped, Chunk having tried to fit through the same alcove as Brand once the initial sound of boots perked their ears. It was an innocent mistake.

Spinning on your heel, you catch sight of what’s causing Brand’s voice to become almost squeaky and rushed. Just some ways behind him, you see the Fratelli brothers gaining, swiftly trudging all over the traps you’d struggled to master.

You waste no time, pushing the others the opposite direction, “Go! I’ve got them!”

Stef, calm and collected, nods at you with adrenaline-fueled determination, “Go! Go! Go! They’ll catch up!” Doing the best she can manage, she starts shoving them, disappearing through the little passageway into protection.

Hurriedly, you start to pull Brand through, grabbing at his hands and yanking him as hard and as fast as physically possible. Chunk screams in pain, the rocks and Brand pinning him and causing him to rub and scrape against the sharp cave walls. You wince at each sound, but don’t let up. You can’t. Not now. “Just hold on Chunk, it’ll all be over in a second. I promise!”

Brand lets loose, tumbling to the cool stone floor languidly before regaining feeling. Turning to look at you, you wave him on in distress, already going to lunge for your brother. However, he stays grounded, standing in the entrance way of the exit, the remaining Goonies awaiting you on the other side.

Lightly grasping Chunk’s upper arm, you kneel to help him up, only for another yelp to break free. Confusion and fear washes over your face instantly, sending a chill down your spine. “What’s the matter, Chunk? Are you alright? What hurts?”

“I- My leg. It hurts, Y/N, it really hurts,” his voice breaks, tears instantly starting to pool in his eyes. “Y/N, they’re going to catch us. They’re going to-”

“No. No, Chunk. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine! You just have to be brave!” you save face, smiling at him. 

Slowly pulling him up, he reaches to hug you, instantly reciprocating in an attempt to calm him down. Shushing him, your breath catches in your throat, strong hands clasping your shoulders. 

Breathlessly, you shove Chunk as far away from you as possible, “Run! Run, Chunk!”

“Y/N!” he screams, getting to his feet painfully.

“Go, Chunk! Go find the others and run!”

“I can’t leave you!” tears stain his cheeks, face getting red and eyes puffing with the sheer force of his cries.

Yanking you up from the hard ground, Mama Fratelli holds you in a vice grip as Francis goes to catch Chunk. You stick your foot out, slipping him up in his futile attempt. “You need to, Chunk! Go!”

Begrudgingly, he limps away quickly, sparing glances in uncertainty. Brand, not too far ahead, helps Chunk out quickly, coaxing him further as his eyes continuously stray towards you and your captors. Throwing you to the ground in anger, the brothers and Mama rush to follow the pair, but just as they reach the gaping entrance of the tunnel, a loud bang is heard, the hole closing up with rocks and rubble. Data.

You cover your head as the debris flies, getting up to your feet and trying to run the opposite direction. You feel the hard rocks beneath you again, slamming you back down and pinning you. Screaming out in anger, you start to kick. It didn’t matter who or what, you just needed to break free, legs flying any possible direction.

“Quit squirming you little rat!” you hear Francis grunt. 

He rolls you around, straddling your stomach and pinning your arms above your head with one hand. Spitting at him, you knee him in the nuts, trying to wiggle free again. Managing to break off, you fall into a sprint, going back the way in which you came.

“Go after her!” Mama Fratelli orders, slapping her son’s head as he seems to stay locked in place. Hitting him, harder this time, his head knocks forward as she grits, “I said. Go. After. Her!”

Francis rolls his eyes, chasing you in annoyance, Jake not so far behind, slipping put of his momentary shock. He easily passes his brother, superseding the older, shorter man, following after you as he seems to regain his composure. The once blank eyes becoming much darker, more sinister as he basks in the cat and mouse game.

You struggle to keep ahead, his pace just seeming to speed as he exceeds patiently. Throwing rocks, sticks, or anything you can behind you, it does nothing to deter or derail Jake from his mission, simply smirking at the little obstacles. If you could even call them that.

Your hands slam against the rock wall, resting your forehead on it in despair. Dead end. Turning around to face the beast, you watch him stalk you like a predator does his next meal. There’s nowhere you can go; nowhere to hide.

He closes in on you, slowly edging closer until you are nearly chest to chest with him. You can feel his breath on your forehead, beating down on you whilst he stares, both arms caging your body within his grasp. 

Eyes staying level to the ground, you stare at his feet, breath heaving in both fear and exhaustion. If you don’t calm yourself now, you might just hyperventilate.

Slowly, one of his arms drop from beside your head, hand coming up to grasp your chin - lightly. “Ah, look at you...” he mutters, eyes locking on yours. “Un bel pasticcio,” he smiles with a chesire grin.

Your body shivers involuntarily, eyes unwillingly stuck staring back at his. You try your best to keep distance, refusing to let your chest touch with your breaths, labored and hardly taking in oxygen. You want to know what he said, but with your fear and uncertainty, you keep your mouth clamped shut and locked.

“Lets go, Little One. You don’t want to make Mama mad now, do you?” he smiles, teeth glinting in the dim light the cave, flashlights and lamps provide.

Sliding off of you, all of your senses return to you in a rush, causing you to pant and keel over just a bit to regain composure. In your panicked state, you can hear him giggle at the end of the tunnel, imposing form blocking the only exit you had caught yourself in.

Slowly, your feet carry you with them, following them to the end of the tunnel until your hands were pinned behind you and rope was tied, searing the skin beneath. You don’t say a word. You don’t even make a sound; all you do is follow obediently with your face down towards the ground beneath, safe of the sinister and ugly glares you receive all around you.

The Fratellis, unable to return the way they used before, force you to follow the path the Goonies had taken before them. Slowly and almost tortuously, Mama and Francis led the group, you placed in the middle, and Jake’s looming figure following just behind yours. 

The former Fratellis pay you no mind despite their incessant need to keep you; unspokenly keeping their trust and loyalties with Jake, who ironically, isn’t their favorite - you’ve noted this. It was rather funny, to say the least, and made you snort when they’d periodically turn around to make sure you were even following them anymore.

You’d also paid a piece of mind to the increasingly close proximity of the man behind you, slowly inching closer as time goes on; even more so as each more advanced trap goes off and causes an even bigger bang than the one before it.

He’s so close you could feel his breath fanning your back, hairs standing on edge in fear and confusion. What has him so anxious that he has to stay directly behind you?

“Piccolina,” Jake whispers just above the lobe of your ear, voice only as soft as his deep baritone could allow. 

“Yes?” you ask, not turning back to make your encounter obvious. You don’t know why or how, even as the towering man scares you, you are able to find the strength to respond so lightly, so delicately. Almost as if you weren’t even trapped between three killers with no way out.

“You’re shaking.”

His comment causes you to almost laugh at him, muffling the sarcastic giggle with your teeth lodged in your lower lip. “I wonder why.”

Francis turns around, “Shut it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you argue childishly, pitifully.

“I said ‘Shut. It.’”

Having no energy to argue with him any longer, you hang your head low again. Francis slows down his pace, shoving you ahead of him, and as you turn, you catch a glimpse at the two brothers. You are unable to hear them, but with a hushed whisper in Jake’s ear tells you that he was warned.

His eyes catch yours, watching as the softness that briefly escaped quickly turned to neutral, stoic brown orbs once more. He glares at you, sending a shiver down your spine and turning yourself back around.

Stepping through the entryway of the continued path, you take the steps down into what appears to be the treasure you’d been looking for. But, you know better. The Goonies wouldn’t leave this money behind if it wasn’t what they’re searching for; this isn’t the lost treasure.

As if reading your thoughts, Francis screams in anger, “This isn’t the damn gold,” he points to the bucket a little ways above everyone’s heads, “this is a fucking wishing well!”

“Thank you for that detailed analogy,” you grunt.

He almost goes to hit you before Mama speaks up again, “Shut it! I hear voices!”

Everyone quiets down with disgusted glares at the other, Jake leaning against the rock entryway behind the group, listening to the approaching voices growing louder as they come forth.

You know that voice; anyone that has an academic career as of now could tell you who he was. And, once his face pops up and over the cobblestone, Mama could tell you knew him, too.

Yanking on your arm, Mama pulls you closer to her, “Call out to him and do it right. You’re gonna go up on that bucket and pull us up after you.”

“And how do you expect me to pull you up?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, and we’ll kill you if you escape,” she grins, cutting the rope with a sharp blade passed over by Francis.

Obeying her command, you make a quick glance at Jake, acknowledging his nod. You feel your body stiffen a bit, looking up through the hole to the boy, “Roy!”

Suddenly, all cackling and pointless chatter comes to a stop, three heads popping up to peer down at you. “Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah...” you kick at the stone by your feet, head bowing down and quickly bobbing up at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.

“What the hell are you doing down there? You know, playing imaginary can get you seriously hurt.”

“Like you care,” you mumble, saving face, “I know, but you know how I can get when I venture out on my own. Do you mind, you know, helping me out?”

“Are those Goonies down there with you?”

“Do you hear them?” there’s a quick pause, sighing, “No, Troy, they’re not down here, just me and a couple...colleagues.”

“Well, where are they?”

“Troy! Can you please just help me out, so I can get them out of here, too? Can you do me the simple favor of lending a helping hand?” You knew of the effect the mentioning of saving someone would do, especially for a girl like you to so graciously call upon him.

“Why, of course, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he smirks, then giggles as one of his friends punch his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble again, smiling as the bucket is slowly rolled down to allow you to step on.

You nod to the Fratellis, sparing a glance at Jake before the boys start to pull you up. However, as they start to pull you up to freedom, their grunts and all coherent noises halt.

“Oh shit, Y/N,” Troy yelps, “Don’t you know who they are?” he whispers to one of his friends.

“Troy!” you scream, feeling your heart beat start to pick up speed, the mixture of being up so high and the impending doom of what’ll happen to you if you can’t do this one thing right.

“I- I-”

“Listen, I just need you to help me up and then you guys can run away as fast as you can. I’ll still tell everyone you’re a hero and all that, but I just really need one right now, sincerely.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Troy shrugs, shoulders straightening as his hands find the rope, effectively ignoring your pleas. “But, do you know how much more of a hero I’d be if I find the infamous crime family in our town’s wishing well?” Hands reaching for the knife in his pocket, you watch in horror as he slices the blade through the thin strands holding you up.

Screaming, you feel the air consume and hug your body as it lurches back down to the stone cold cave. Painfully, you try to block as much of the impact as possible, arms wrapping around your head as your shoulder and hip meet the ground. Hard.

Heaving with the excruciating pain and loss of air in your lungs, you can hear the familiar noise of a hand meeting the back of a head, and once peering up, your eyes meet the commonly sad brown, darkened by the dim cave. You can feel the tears sting your eyes, unable to regain any source of oxygen.

Mama Fratelli, fed up with your weak and unreliable source, kicks your stomach in anger, having stopped Jake and Francis from catching you. Slowly unwinding your arms, you search for any sort of comfort, catching a glimpse of a person in Jake’s eyes again; the person you’d seen earlier.

Francis goes to reach behind him, pulling a gun and shooting up at the cave, but the boys were already gone. Almost ironically, you think you’re gone, too, laying on the ground like a sad, worthless stepping stone.

“Well, what are we standing around for?” Mama Fratelli screams, “Lets go!”

“W-What about her?” you can hear Francis’s voice falter, your eyes closing as you pray this’ll be over soon.

“Take her,” Mama smirks cynically, motioning towards Jake as they start their trek again. This time, they don’t turn back around, Mama adding over her shoulder, “If she’s still alive.”

Watching as their forms go through another tunnel, Jake waits until they’re out of sight before he rushes to you. “Piccina?” Funny, he almost sounds worried.

Opening your eyes slowly, you look up at him, body frozen and curled on its side.

You can visibly see him sigh, almost relieved, as he slowly kneels beside you. As if asking you, his arms slowly reach to turn you over, laying your back tentatively on his thighs, holding your head with one big hand. “How- How do I-?”

Staring at him blankly, you spit, “Leave me.”

“What?” he asks, taken back.

“I was a dead weight anyway,” you cough, “I’ll never help you find the gold, let alone lead you to my family, so just shoot me for Christ’s sake!”

Trying his best to help calm you, he moves to sit back, allowing you space between his thighs and resting your body against his, arms wrapping around your waist stiffly - unnaturally. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Well if you won’t leave, they’ll leave you,” you try to wound him, slicing his heart with obvious reality, a secret he’d tried to keep hidden from everyone else.

Quickly, his demeanor becomes more darker, sinister as he shoves you off of him. You hurt him successfully, but now seeing as he gets up and makes his way by the next tunnel, wiping at something imaginary on his mouth, you regret saying anything.

You force yourself up to your feet, whimpering with a yelp as your ribs protest and jab at your insides. However, as you look up at Jake and see you’ve shown weakness, you force yourself to straighten and stiffly walk past him. Just to add salt to the wound, you insult his pride, “You missed something just below your eye.”

He shoves you ahead, grunting a forced, breathy laugh as he wipes at his watery eyes. “Your one to talk a big game, you’ve been bitching this whole damn time. Crying and whining,” he growls.

Spinning on your heel, throwing all precautions and fears to the wind, you point up at him, taking dangerous steps up to his face. “I wouldn’t be such a nuisance if you didn’t drag my ass down in an endless tunnel with killers. Monsters.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but coming up empty, his face falls and turns dangerous, his eyes boring daggers into your own. Then, he lands a low blow, “I should’ve killed you sooner. Put a bullet right between those eyes of yours.”

“That would’ve been a saving grace, don’t you think?” your glare matches his, form taking on its own strength and darkness.

Breaths labored, you didn’t realize the close proximity you’d caused in your anger, taking a step back as you size him up again, strength slowly dissipating. “I would rather be dead than to be forcefully dragged to a massacre of children. Either way, I’d die painfully, pointlessly.” Your eyes water again as you shove him away with your forearm.

Something within him shifts just below the surface of his skin, a magic switch he’d tried so hard to keep off his whole life. What he feels isn’t pity, no, it’s almost remorse, nostalgia mixed with bad memories of the child he once was. The child who saw the world in this bright light, watching as his mother and older brother consistently tore it down, made it darker before he lost all ambition, all determination, him.

You had your own demons. You work and work until you’re just old enough to move out, take your little brother with you and get so far away that you would never have to remember the fear of a good beating. But now, standing before Jake Fratelli makes all resolve and hope crumble, the ultimate truth of your positioning and helplessness tearing at your skin and turning you inside out.

Jake doesn’t say anything, rather brushing past you and joining his family ahead of him. Begrudgingly, you do the same, knowing that anything back here won’t help you; the last shred of hope being that you could at least see your brother one last time.

Yelping, you quickly stop yourself from causing any more noises; a force of habit when having to be the protector of so many younger children, of having to save Chuck from his panic attacks and anxiety.

Francis gives you a once over when you manage to limp beside him, head held high and eyes trained before you, but doesn’t give you any second thought. Jake stays behind, mind filled with the vivid nightmares of his past. You hoped he would feel a fraction of pain, he deserved it, you thought, eyes never straying to look at him anymore.

You walked blindly until the sound of a piano perks your ears, fear easily finding its comfortable place in your beating heart as you know of who’s playing it. Mama, seemingly excited and lusting for the children’s heads, motions for everyone to gather by the door, intent of counting down the surge they’d all play out simultaneously.

Walking across the long plank across the waterfall, Jake’s breath is on your neck once again, but you don’t turn, you don’t even shiver this time. Just as you reach the ladder up, you can hear their distinct voices and you whimper in longing. Francis shoves you aside, allowing Jake to take the lead, followed by you, then him, and Mama a little ways behind.

Just as Mama whispers the number 3, you scream on the top of your lungs, “No!”

“Get them!” Mama yells, growling at you as Francis and her start to hop over the rocks and ladder to the grand piano at the center of the room. The rubble of the ground to your left makes everyone slide on their heels, cowering back.

Voices booming over the walls, the Goonies spin their head around, Brand’s eyes meeting yours and urging Andy to continue playing as fast as physically possible. Francis was truly pissed this time, slugging you in the face as you attempt to run towards them, throwing you back onto your side again.

“Y/N!” Mouth and Mikey scream instantaneously, faces instantly reddening as tears perk their eyes and true terror spreads across their faces. You couldn’t help but notice the absence of your brother and you start to fear the worse, your anxiety similar to that of his. His disappearance causes a dull pain to radiate in your core, your only true reason for life possible held captive, lost somewhere, or worse, dead.

The commonality of fright makes you want to cry, but the pain in your ribs leaves you curled on the ground once more, and aching sensation on your jaw testing the ribs in which wants to be more painful.

Out of the shadows, Jake, swiftly and effectively, grabs Francis by the shoulders, throwing him into the ground just as he had you. He throws one punch at his face, dazing Francis and dodging just as Mama attempted to hit him. She lunges for him again, only for him to grab her wrist and shove it away from him, his sheer stature signaling for her to back off as he stands tall before her.

Echoing off of the stone walls, a cheerful beat signals Andy’s success, Jake turning towards you without second thought, “You’re getting out of here alive, Piccolina.”

Your eyes widen as he lifts your form from the ground, and despite the Goonies’ hesitation, they allow Jake through the secret tunnel along with them. Data grabs the map as Brand drags Andy through, Jake following not so far behind as Francis aims at you - to hell with his brother.

Hurriedly, the kids make their ways down the water slide, and once it was your turn, Jake’s voice finds its way hushed in your ear, “Hold on, Piccina.”

Your arms wrap around his tightly, burrowing your head in the crook of his neck as he positions you to hug the front of him, your legs wrapping around his back as he pushes off quickly, bodies lurching backwards as the slide quickly picks up speed.

Before you have time to register your quickly shifting surroundings, Jake’s arms search your waist as suddenly there was no slide at all, being lurched into a pool of water.

You kick and squirm to reach the surface, face breaking out of the water as Jake’s does, gasping to fill your greedy lungs. Eyes searching your face, Jake grabs your waist again, pulling you with him as the Goonies continue to the ship a little ways away.

Trying to be decent with him, you sigh and allow your body a momentary reprieve, fighting against the little voice in your head telling you to separate yourself, he’s not good for you. “You keep saying things in Italian. I don’t understand Italian,” you smirk exhaustively and spent. “Pic-something. And, you said something earlier,” your voice delves lower as you welcome the pain in your bones.

“What?” he asks, finding the sudden interest unmatching to all that’s happened. 

“Well,” you exhale, kicking your legs in the water to help him along, “It’s only fair you tell me what it is. Name-calling is mean,” you chuckle.

“Piccina, Tiny. Piccolina, Little One,” he sighs, trying his best in this uncommon situation to ease you. He doesn’t know how to, you can sense that, and he doesn’t know how to be comforting or kind, it’s not his nature or the way he was brought up - not in his life anyway, not the Fratelli life. “Stop moving, I’ve got you.”

“Why?” your eyes close again as you allow yourself some relaxation.

“You’re small. Smaller than me at least, easy to break, too small.”

“How endearing,” you chuckle, groaning as it causes a sharp pain in your ribs and inhale.

“I- We have to go, Piccolina. They’re not too far behind.”

You give him a weird look, his nervous eyes searching yours. He tries to not give away too much, effectively blocking you out, moving to pick you up as he finds his footing.

Climbing up the ladder before him, you grab Brand’s hand as he pulls you up and into his awaiting arms. Hugging you close, his head buries in the crook of your neck, exhaling sharply as he takes in your scent and natural warmth. “I thought we lost you.”

Pulling away, your hands cradle his face, “I’m right here.” You smile warmly as a tear slides down his cheek, blending in with the water, wiping it away and pecking his cheek, pulling him into you again.

Jake pulls himself over the ladder with ease, standing before the Goonies as they gather around just before him, all taking turns in hugs and grateful reunions. Then, as the euphoria subsides, they turn to him, cold and glaring; a fury you seemed to not be able to hold as best as they could.

Awkwardly, he stands with his hands clasped together, playing with the rings on his fingers with his head bowed. For once, you depart to stand beside him, “Leave him alone,” you state plainly.

His head snaps up at the sudden change in demeanor, the way you suddenly become his savior instead of yours. “Piccolina, no-”

“I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t had a change of heart. Even if it was you that got me in this mess, I’m going to help you out of it,” you look straight into his eyes, piercing his soul. Turning back to the Goonies, they simply stare between the two of you in precarious disbelief. “He helped me get this far, it’s up to all of us to get us the whole way through.”

Brand’s the first to speak up, “How can we trust him?”

“We can’t,” you grunt, “but, we have to have faith, huh?”

“Stop this!” Andy breaks the silence, “Y/N’s here because of him, she’s standing because of him, they’re both here because of him. We’re Goonies, guys, we all have our own faults and backgrounds,” she sends a knowing glance your way, in which you smile weakly. “We’re Goonies,” she smiles, placing her hand before everyone. 

Data throws his hand out instantly, “Goonie.”

“Goonie,” Mikey and Mouth throw their hands in.

“Goonie,” Stef sighs, elbowing Brand’s side as you throw yours in as well.

Brand groans silently, “Goonie,” he mumbles.

With a pointed look at Jake, you grab his hand, coaxing him to bring it the whole way himself. Giving you a look you don’t quite understand, he reaches over and mumbles the words, foreign on his tongue, “Goonie.”

The group breaks apart with satisfied union, hurriedly running down the stairs just as Mikey strays away, yelling for their attention. Watching as they go, you depart from their sides, walking up the creaky stairs that lead to the steering wheel. 

Smiling like a little kid, you giggle at the sounds of their excited screams and cries of joy, you yourself playing with the steering wheel just as you had many years ago, playing in the backyard with Chunk after work while dinner was being cooked.

Eyes finding Jake’s, smirking at you as he leans against a post, he observes you as your eyes had seemingly gone to a different time, playing with the few good memories you had in your childhood. 

You smile with heat rising to your face, “You know, you just saved a lot of children’s dreams.”

“How so?” he smiles, still staring at you.

“This gold was the only thing keeping us together. They wanted to turn our neighborhood into a damn golf course for the rich,” you laugh at the irony. “You saved us, saved me.”

“It doesn’t make up for what I’d done to you, to the many before you,” he sighs, eyebrows scrunching at the vivid memories, nightmares.

Motioning him to come closer, his ascends the stairs to stand beside you, looking down at you with discomfort, unease.

Allowing yourself the step into uncharted territory, you place a hand on his face stroking your thumb on the numerous scars scattered there, “You’re a hero in my eyes, in theirs, too,” you smile, a little teary-eyed.

His hand finds a comfort on your cheek, too, wiping at the blood on a scratch there, the bruised eye where Francis had touched you. His eyes search yours, watching as his demons come to the surface and allow you to feel them, to cradle them as your own just by the simply contact.

“You’re a good man, Jake, you just can’t see it.”

His facade falls with shock, never having hear the words come so easily, so sincerely. You stare up at him with admiration and sadness, finding his is one in the same as you are. Pulling him in by the hip, you hug him tight, allowing his head to fall on top of yours, even as he drops to his knees, head searching the lost comfort he’s spent his whole life searching for.

A bang, followed by screams just below deck, tears you both apart quickly. Jake’s hand instantly finds yours, pulling you down to the ground beside him, blow the steering wheel you were playing with. 

A few moments later, the Goonies are being dragged up the staircase and on deck. Francis makes his entrance next, gun held high on Brand’s head, scaring Mikey to the core at the notion of potential loss with the pull of a trigger.

Without a chance to comprehend what’s happening, you feel his huge, warm hand grasp your bicep firmly, successfully pulling you into his body, underneath his protective arm. Then, with a hand over your mouth, Jake hides you with his body pressed tightly against yours in the small space he’s chosen to hide you away in.

You chest squeezes internally in a tight knot of nerves as your worst fears come tumbling back into your mind, chest to chest with the man that could turn on you so quickly, so easily. 

Tears bubble up in your eyes again in fear, breathing hard and ragged as you feel the familiar sense of defeat brush over your shoulders, hanging your head. “We’re never getting out of here. We’re going to die.” 

You knew it was unfair to feel this way towards him, not after saving you and seemingly picking your side over his family, but the fear is still hidden in your skin, disbelieving and uncertain of his true motives.

“No one’s going to die” he comments, eyes trained on the scene before you, the openness and lack of protection being a huge default. “But, I don’t plan on staying here, Piccolina. That was never the plan,” he smirks down at you, warm chocolate orbs training on yours with ease.

“Then what do we do? What can I do?”

“I need you to relax,” his hands come to rest over your head, stroking your hair in soft circles as if to relieve the troubling thoughts in your head. “I have a plan, but I need you to trust me and think clearly.”

You look up at him in disbelief, mouth slightly agape in both awe and a tinge of fear.

“You need to calm, please,” he smirks, noticing your breathing quicken again. “Here, follow my breathing, okay? In and out. In and out. That’s it.”

Slowly, you follow his lead as your breathing regains composure, allowing your forehead to fall against the hard flat of his hand. He slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders tighter, holding you a little closer in protection.

“You’ve been on the verge of hyperventilating for a while,” he giggles, “Can’t help you get free if you pass out on me, now can we?”

For once, you smile at his light-heartedness, despite the swift exchange in emotions portrayed. “Thank you,” you mutter, warm tears staining your face as you bask in his scent and temporary comfort.

“You’re not out yet.”

“What’s the plan?” you ask, sudden anticipation fueling your head instead of the agonizing fear and anxiety the Fratellis have caused you. The worrying for the Goonies and Chunk temporarily dissipating from your mind as you greedily indulge the criminal in his plan to free you of your shackles.

Giving you the rundown of the plan ahead, Jake leads you back up off the floor with a hand wrapping around both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back. Finally noticing your positioning, Francis calls out for you a great distance away, but not of concern, in an order for something of greater importance.

Making your way down the steps,  Jake’s hand finds a soothing place on your wrists and taps a slow beat against them. Briefly, you cast a glance at him over your shoulder in a thank you before turning back to the other Fratellis.

“Ah, it seems our backstabber has found his way back to us, huh?” Francis states sarcastically.

“I just wanted to get them all in the same place like we needed them. All the gold’s in place, right?”

For once, Mama seems to be take back, a look of astonishment and pride swelling in her approving, sick smile. “Good job,” she praises, motioning to tie their wrists with the given rope and knife.

Doing as told, Jake bumps his forehead lightly, slyly, to the back of your head as comfort. This is all a part of the plan. Jake tries his best to pinpoint when to strike, having the Goonies line up to embark on the plank and back into the water.

However, with a thrilled yell from high above everyone’s heads, your eyes land on chunk tangled in the arms of another man, swinging down on a rope like true pirates. You allow yourself the chuckle you let out at the silliness, loving eyes watching as Chunk basks in the light as the savior, like he had when he was with you.

You seek out any of his weariness, fear, uncertainty, but he has none. He struts like a crazy little pirate with the other man, disarming Francis and managing to tie their wrists and gag their mouths, moving Stef off of the plank long enough to throw them off of the ship.

“Chunk!” you yelp in desire, wanting nothing more than for him to be reunited in your arms.

He smiles widely, teeth shining and cheeks pulled so hard that they turn a bright red with childish glee. He, alongside the man, untie your wrists, faltering slightly as the ship starts to take sail, rocks and rubble of the cave’s walls starting to fall into the cool, blue water below.

“Y/N!” he cheers, running into you full speed and causing you to tumble over and into the ground.

“Look at you,” you smile, hands pinching his cheeks as he lays on top of you, clumsily. “You saved us, Chunk! You’re all grown up now!”

“I’m a man now,” he giggles, making you grunt and groan in mock annoyance.

“Well, not that grown up. You’re still stuck with me for a little while. Unless you want to go pay for your own snacks?”

“No, I’m not old enough to do that.”

“Thought so,” you smirk, pushing him off of you enough for the both of you to regain footing. “Come on, you have to go get some of that gold for yourself,” you grab his hand.

Quickly, you both make it below deck, snatching up a little drawstring baggy and dumping as much gold as you can find. Laughing, you pluck the hat from One-Eyed Willie’s shelf, dropping it on Chunk’s head as he scoops as much gold and jewels into his pockets. Running back out with one last glance at the place that saved your life, you smile and usher Chunk off the ship.

Turning to Jake, you find him staring at his family, seemingly disappearing and nowhere to be found, “Maybe it’s for the best?” you whisper, just beside his shoulder. “You don’t have to fear them anymore.”

Grabbing his hand, you pull him to the edge of ship just as he stands still, “How can I move on now?”

“You’ll move in with me,” you smile at him, “We’ll get the fuck out of dodge and travel the world with Chunk. You don’t have to be on the run from the cops and I don’t have to live that shithole I grew up in. Chunk can have a better life somewhere else, even if it means coming back to the Goonies every now and then. I know it’ll be tough to move, but even if it’s just a couple blocks away, life will be different. Even for you.”

“I like the sound of that, he nods, still staring at the water.

“You have to,” you elbow him, “because you’re not leaving me.”

He looks at you this time, pulling you into him just enough to attach his lips to yours, arm wrapping around your waist as he greedily tugs at your being, finally feeling one. Finally feeling human.

Laughing hysterically, you pull away from him, shoving him off of the ship and into the cool water. You follow behind him soon after, swimming to the sand outside of the cave. Together, you hold hands with Jake and Chunk, watching longingly as the ship sails into the distance with the Goonies. 

Slowly, the blaring of sirens and cars full of parents come bustling in, and when you turn to Jake, all you see is mutual faith, trust. You squeeze his hand, pulling at something inside your back pocket, and pulling it into his view, you smile, “I took some for you, too.”

You let the bag fall into his hands, watching as he lets the jewels pool in his hands, his future being secured no matter where it’ll take him. Even when he was swiftly taken from your hands and tucked into the police car, he looks at you with absolute certainty. “I knew I made the right choice the moment I gave into your charms, un bel pasticcio.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, Piccolina, soon enough,” he smiles, allowing the car to pull out of the beach and back onto the road.

Turning back to Chunk, you pull him into your side, introducing you to the man that saved him just as well as yours had. “We’ll be alright, Chunk, all of us,” you take Sloth’s hand in yours, “Welcome to the family.”

[ash5monster01]

Who I Write For

requests are closed <3

please keep in mind that not all requests will be fulfilled. sometimes a request can be something I have no knowledge on, no interest in, or desire to write. don’t let that discourage you from asking though, you never know what kind of ideas you can spark just from suggestion :))

Masterlist

Chris Evans

Captain America (Marvel)

Johnny Storm (Marvel)

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Andrew Garfield

Peter Parker (Marvel) (specify Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland)

Logan Howlett (Marvel)

Joe Keery

Steve Harrington (ST)

Joseph Quinn

Eddie Munson (ST)

Drew Starkey

Rafe Cameron (Outerbanks)

JJ Maybank (Outerbanks)

Lucas Till

Angus MacGyver

Charlie Dalton (DPS)

Neil Perry (DPS)

Sean Astin

Mikey Walsh (Goonies)

Marty McFly (BTTF)

Daniel Larusso (Karate Kid)

Johnny Lawerence (Karate Kid)

Billy Tepper (Toy Soldiers)

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd (Dazed and Confused)

Luke Patterson (JATP)

Benjamin Rodriguez (Sandlot)

Miles Teller

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Glen Powell

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Top Gun)

Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games)

Finnick Odair (Hunger Games)

The Outsiders Greasers

80s men

[jordmacwriting]

Never Say Die Chapter 8

A/N: last part? how wild

Masterlist//Chap 1//Chap 2//Chap 3//Chap 4//Chap 5//Chap 6//Chap 7//Chap 8//

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1085

I turn around as I’m pushed off the plank. I start to hold my breath as I’m falling down into the water. Closing my eyes, I feel the water rush over my body. I open my eyes, only to find myself in deeper, darker water than I was in the first time. I struggle to swim up toward the surface, thanks to the rope tying my hands behind my back.

“(Y/N)! No!” Ty rushed past the owner and dived right into the water, the rest of the group looking over the edge.

“There’s no Sloth to save us! What are we going to do?” Ezra remarks, as the three adults surround them.

The water splashes and I feel arms pull me up out of the water. I open my eyes and look up at the ship and the water around me. I feel one of the arms wrap around my stomach and hold onto me. The arm pushes me against the keel of the ship. I can barely see through the salt water stinging my eyes, but I can at least tell that it’s Ty. I cough a little bit trying to get the water out of my throat.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, his voice soothing me. “Are you alright?”

He grabs my hands and starts to fiddle with the rope that tie them together.

He looks at me and his fingers still struggle with the rope.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” I smile.

My hands go over his shoulders, still tied together and he pulls me closer, his hand going to my neck.

His lips press against mine. It starts as a simple kiss. We pull away and I bite my lip. He pulls me back towards him, and this time, the kiss is ten times more passionate than the one just seconds before. His lips taste like mint, but salty from the water.

The others start landing in the water as well, and Ty quickly unties the rope and we swim towards the center of the water.

“We should just get out of here.” I suggest.

“It’s a smarter idea than just sitting around here. That owner lady, she’s definetly a Fratelli.  She’s kind of crazy.”

We swim out closer to the shore and hop out of the water.

“Are we supposed to get out that way?” Ty asks.

He points to an opening in a bunch of rocks.

“It looks like it,” Ellie says.

We walk to opening and walk out single-file. It’s a short walk, but once we get out, the light shines into our eyes.

“Where are we at?” Finch questions.

Violet, Axe and Ezra point out a giant rock in the middle of the beach. It’s crowded and a lot of people are taking pictures by the rock and playing in the tiny tide pools covering the beach.

“We’re at Cannon Beach. This is where our parents ended up after their whole adventure. It’s about forty-seven minutes away from Astoria,” Violet informed.

“Speaking of our parents, what are they doing here?” Sky asks, pointing far away.

A giant crowd races over, led by my dad.

“(Y/N) (M/N) Walsh, you are so grounded. I can’t believe you did that. All of you! You scared us half to death.”

“We just wanted to get out of the house. It was getting kind of boring. An adventure, like what you did,” you said, walking closer to my father. “By the way, we met one of the Fratelli’s daughters. She pushed me off the plank.”

I show him where the rope was on my wrists.

“That happened to me...and then Brand saved me...and then we kissed.” Andy remarks, looking at Brand.

“Who helped you? Obviously someone did or else you would have drowned down there?” my dad questions.

I look sheepishly at Ty, who wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“Of course you did.” my dad groans. “Bet you two have been making out this whole time.”

“Dad!”

“No sir. I only kissed her the one time...after I saved her life, you’re welcome Mr. Walsh,” Ty replies.

“We should just be grateful that they’re alive, Mikey. It could have been a lot worse,” Brand says, hugging his girls.

The rest of the parents all hug their kids close and I walk over to Ford, who is with all those that stayed back.

“You ratted us out, didn’t you?” I ask.

“Dad was pestering me.”

“You just can’t keep a secret.”

“I’m sorry sis,” he gives me a tiny hug. “Did you have fun at least? Kissed Ty a million times.”

“We only kissed once you idiot,” I punch in the arm. “And yes, it was a lot of fun. Nothing like looking danger in the face and daring it to try something.”

Dad walks over and gives me a hug.

“I’m sorry for acting so weird. You’re my daughter, and I’m a dad. It’s kind of my job.”

“It’s all good dad,” I sigh. “I guess this means that we have to leave.”

“Well actually, I was thinking. Maybe we stay in Oregon. I’ve kind of missed it.”

“Really dad! That would be so awesome!”

“I guess we were thinking the same thing Mikey. How does that sound girls?” Brand asks Ellie and Kate.

“All good to us dad, as long as you ask Andy out.”

Brand looks at the girls.

“Seriously? As much as I would like to, there’s no way she’d want to go out with...oh hi Andy.”

“Hi Brand. So you’re thinking about moving back to Oregon?”

“Yeah,” he rocks back and forth on his feet. “I guess you’re going back to New York.”

“Not for a couple more weeks.”

“Oh, really? Well, that’s great. Andy, would you...would you like to go on a date with me before you leave?”

“Brand, it’s been years since we were together. But I’ve missed every second of it.”

Brand leans down and kisses Andy and most of us look away because my dad says that was the same way they kissed when they were teenagers.

Ty walks over and wraps me in a hug.

“And I guess you’re going back to London,” I ask.

“Yeah. But then I’ll graduate...come to school out here. How does that sound to you.”

“Sounds perfect,”

He kisses me once more and then we part. My dad watches us and jokingly glares at Ty before Mouth tells him to “let us live”.

Who knew adventures could be so fun.

tag// @kingsofyewnork

[5sospenguinqueen]

Brand Walsh

“I’m not going to be able to keep this conversation going if you don’t put on a shirt.. And some pants.”  - Prompt

“You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.” - Prompt

“How long have you been stood there?” + “More than you’d like.” - Prompt

━━━━━━ ༻𖥸༺ ━━━━━━

Mikey Walsh

“You can go to the afterlife with the satisfaction of proving me wrong.” - Prompt

“I think my leg is - hey, you’re cute.” + “I’m in the process of saving your life, so if you could just focus on that for the moment.” - Prompt

[fictitiousmagines]

Just really hate the thought of hurting your feelings.

He hadn’t meant to stand her up. He  got caught up with his friends. Just sorta slipped her mind. By the time he remembered,the movie was way over. He called to apologies only to get hung up on. She was pretty ticked. “Buzz off, Mikey.” She never stayed mad long. It was impossible. Not with his big soulful eyes and shy smile. Young love. No matter how pure, it always has its natural up and down. 

Luckily, the next day already had laid out plans.  Painting a garage with her friends. Easy 30 bucks to split. “Why do you put up with it?” Amy inquired dryly.

“Yeah,” Tina added.

Y/N rolled her eyes and dragged her damp brush down the grain of the wood. “Listen. I thought you guys would make me feel better. I-I think it was an honest mistake. Data was showing them a new invention. I mean, it hurt my feelings. But I love him. Ya know? If this is the worst thing he’s done... I mean, I think it’ll be okay. I’m upset I’ll get over it.”

She leaned down to saturate her brush with more white paint. It was uncharacteristically quite.

“Why are you-” She turned around to see Mikey walking up the driveway, holding a simple bouquet. 

“Hey, Uh. You’re mom said you’d be here,” He muttered nervously. 

Y/N crossed her arms, carefully minding the paintbrush. 

“Look, I’m really sorry about lastnight. Just really hate the thought of hurting your feelings. Or you waiting there alone. I was wondering if I could take you to Dinner. Brand’ll drive us. And-And I’m just sorry.”

That’s the thing about Mikey. He wasn’t perfect. But he was the most genuine person she knew. He didn’t feed you a lot of bullshit. Standing in a driveway clutching a bunch of daises, she couldn’t love him anymore. Flinging the paintbrush in the grass, she ran over to him. She tentatively melted into a clumsy hug. “I’d love to.”

[tnicc]

If you guys have any requests for imagines or SMUTS lmk!!!

People I’ll do:

SCREAM:

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Mikey Alberti

Ghostface

MARVEL:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

Okay, basically any marvel man ngl I love them all.

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Negan

Glenn Rhee

OUTER BANKS:

JJ Maybank

John B

Rafe Cameron

Topper

You can also request whoever you want and I will consider.

[evansfm]

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  ,  𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   ;   𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨   ››   𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍  

they  stayed  longer  than  she  would’ve  liked  .  .  .  longer  than  EITHER  of  them  would’ve  liked  ,  she  imagined  ,  but  it  was  easier  to  stick  around  when  she  found  herself  surrounded  by  mikey  and  the  boys  .  if  she  was  honest  ,  getting  to  poke  fun  at  mikey  for  being  absolutely  smitten  over  nora  walsh  was  enough  reason  on  its  own  to  stay  .  still  ,  that  didn’t  mean  she’d  wanted  to  be  out  and  about  until  the  early  hours  of  the  morning  ,  and  it  certainly  didn’t  mean  that  she  wasn’t  eager  to  get  HOME  .  they  were  still  the  first  to  leave  ,  with  evan’s  hand  carefully  intertwined  with  his  and  a  round  of  boo’ing  from  ruairi  flynn  .  by  the  time  they  made  it  back  to  his  place  ,  she’d  forgotten  almost  entirely  about  the  american  girl  and  her  lingering  gaze  .  the  MOMENT  his  front  door  closed  behind  them  ,  the  world  outside  of  it  ceased  to  exist  .  “  lock  it  ,  ”  she  whirled  around  in  a  flurry  of  messy  curls  ,  arm  stretched  out  to  point  towards  the  door  ,  “  i  meant  what  i  said  earlier  .  .  .  ”  her  cheeks  were  warm  with  a  flush  ,  one  part  the  slight  ,  lingering  buzz  of  whiskey  .  .  .  two  parts  kieran  .  there  was  something  wonderful  and  slightly  terrifying  about  the  fact  that  coming  home  to  HIS  apartment  ,  his  bed  ,  in  his  city  ––  felt  more  right  than  returning  to  her  apartment  in  london  .  his  voice  echoed  in  the  back  of  her  mind  :  you  ARE  my  home  .  then  again  ,  maybe  it  was  just  being  surrounded  by  HIM  that  really  did  it  .  she  could  smell  his  cologne  on  the  leather  jacket  she’d  swiped  from  him  somewhere  between  the  bar  and  the  car  home  .  it  hung  loosely  from  her  shoulders  as  she  walked  backwards  ,  eyes  trained  on  him  as  she  did  so  .  funny  how  after  years  ,  she’d  still  never  gotten  tired  of  the  sight  of  him  .  “  you  ,  kieran  walsh  ,  ”  stopping  in  her  tracks  ,  she  grinned  ,  and  when  he  was  close  enough  ,  she  grabbed  at  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  to  pull  him  closer  ,  “  are  MINE  .  until  further  notice  .  ”  she  released  her  grasp  on  his  shirt  ,  but  her  hand  lingered  ,  palm  sliding  over  his  chest  to  rest  against  the  side  of  his  neck  .  she’d  wanted  to  kiss  him  in  the  bar  when  he  reminded  her  that  SHE  was  the  only  person  he  noticed  in  a  crowded  room  ,  but  she  knew  better  with  a  crowd  like  that  .  now  ,  in  the  quiet  sanctity  of  home  ,  there  was  nothing  standing  in  the  way  .  so  ,  with  a  tilt  of  her  chin  and  an  easy  rise  to  her  toes  ,  she  found  his  lips  in  a  long  overdue  kiss  ,  feeling  her  whole  body  relax  .  it  was  tender  and  quick  ,  and  when  she  pulled  away  ,  it  was  only  enough  to  catch  his  gaze  with  a  smile  that  was  deliriously  happy  .  “  obliviousness  ,  tiny  legs  ,  ‘nd  all  ,  ”  she  nodded  ,  stealing  another  quick  peck  before  putting  a  bit  more  space  in  between  them  ,  hand  falling  to  find  his  as  she  took  another  step  back  ,  then  another  ,  mindlessly  making  her  way  through  his  flat  without  letting  her  gaze  stray  ,  “  so  mikey  and  your  mam  ,  huh  ?  how  hungover  do  you  reckon  he’ll  be  taking  t’at  trip  tomorrow  ?  ”

[kieranfm]

𝟏𝟏𝐏𝐌  ,  𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌  ,  𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍  ;  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵  𝘣𝘦  𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴  ››   𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 

it  was  one  of  their  bigger  shows  of  the  tour ; 1,200  people  ,  19,589  off  of  selling  out  madison  square  garden  .  so  why  didn’t  it  feel  like  it  ?  usually  there  was  a  high  crackling  in  his  veins  ,  alighting  him  from  the  inside  out  ,  as  he  left  behind  the  screaming  of  a  crowd  that  wanted  more  .  but  kieran  had  felt  more  when  they’d  stepped  off  stage  after  playing  to  520   ,  or  even  200  ,  than  he  did  coming  off  stage  of  the  royale  tonight  .  he  couldn’t  put  his  finger  on  it  .  the  reason  WHY  it  felt  like  he  hadn’t  just  done  what  he  did  every  other  night  before  .  the  reason  WHY  the  high  wasn’t  quite  so  bright  .  the  reason  WHY  he’d  caught  the  same  look  from  mikey  ; as  he’d  wished  him  good  luck  ,  &  conan  ; as  they’d  caught  eyes  during  the  opening  notes  of  cheer  up  baby  .  the  same  look  he  knew  all  too  well ;  as  if  they  were  waiting  for  him  to  tip  over  an  edge  he  hadn’t  walked  the  line  of  in  MONTHS  .  .  .  everything  was  good  .  wasn’t  it  ?  a  smile  pushed  its  way  onto  his  lips  as  his  feet   hit  solid  ground  &  one  crowd  turned  into  another  smaller  one  ,  full  of  congratulations  for  surviving  ANOTHER  show  .  but  just  like  the  congratulations  was  like  clockwork  ,  kieran  still  found  himself  looking  for  the  one  person  that  had  been  missing  from  the  start  .  the  one  person  that  only  came  in  the  form  of  words  lit  up  on  his  screen  .  words  that  seemed  to  come  few  & far  between  —  or  at  all  more  recently  .  maybe  that  was  why  everything  felt  OFF  ;  there  had  been  no  ‘  knock  ‘em  dead  ,  baby ’  to  send  him  out  on  stage  with  &  he  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  he’d  gone  on  without  it  .  hell  ,  he  couldn’t  even  remember  the  last  time  he’d  gone  this  long  without  a  WORD  from  her  .  but  with  ruairi’s  hands  falling  heavily  upon  his  shoulders  ,   &  an  airy  voice  that  put  him  on  edge  filled  the  air  ,  he  let  himself  be  pulled  along  in  the  tide  .  clinging  onto  the  quiet  embers  that  popped &  crackled  away  in  his  veins  as  the  high  fought  its  way  through  the  haze  of  worry  .  she  was  busy  .  that’s  all  it  was  .  

so  why  did  it  feel  like  something  was  wrong  ?

it  was  enviable  though  .  the  way  in  which  kieran  ALWAYS  found  his  way  back  to  evan  ,  because  even  when  a  whole  ocean  separated  them  he  always  found  her  way  back  to  her  .  the  only  thing  was  ,  it  seemed  as  if  evan  wasn’t  finding  her  way  back  to  him  .  because  as  the  noise  of  the  dressing  room  died  away  ,  people  going  their  seperate  ways  to  either  begin  the  pack  up  for  a  day  on  the  road  tomorrow  or  to  take  their  celebrations  elsewhere  ,   he’d  slipped  his  phone  from  the  pocket  of  his  jacket  .  the  cool  surface  settling  in  his  palm  as  the  glow  of  his  screen  reflected  back  the  same  thing  it  had  done  earlier  when  he’d  given  up  waiting  &  tucked  it  away  for  safe  keeping  ;  NOTHING  .  there  was  absolutely  nothing  . his  top  teeth  gnawed  at  his  bottom  lip  as  he  pulled  up  the  bottom  of  his  screen  in  hopes  that  it  would  reveal  anything  other  than  his  own  texts  :

         21/07/21  8:43pm          📲 i  can  only  assume  you  didn’t  pick  up  my  call  earlier  bc  you               were  too  busy  making  saint   valentine  fall  in  love  with  you          📲  but  it’s  nearly  2am  for  you  and  i   ,  personally  ,  think  it’s  rude  i                  haven’t  heard  ANYTHING  about  how  it  went  yet

         22/07/21  4:02am          📲  alright  you          📲  it’s  9am  there  and  i  woke  up  to  nothing          📲  i’m  calling  you  the  minute  i  finish  this  morning  radio  shit

         22/07/21  9:05am          📲  i’m  the  one  that’s  mean  to  be  the  gd  enigma  , evan

         22/07/21  10:00am            📲  well  ,  call  me  whenever  you’re  free  bc  i  would  like  to  know  if                   saint  valentine  swiped  our  best  photographer  from  us  

         23/07/21  3:02pm          📲  we  just  wrapped  soundcheck  for  the  day  and  we  go  on  at  9:15                 tonight          📲  so  i  can  talk  if  you’re  free

         23/07/21  3:43pm          📲  the  lads  said  they  haven’t  heard  anything  from  you  either            📲  is  everything  okay  ?          📲  has  something  happened  ?

what  the  HELL  was  going  on  ? surely  if  something  had  happened  to  her  eloise  ,  or  isla  ,  would  have  called  him  .  .  .  no  —  no  ,  she  was  busy  ; caught  up  in  editing  photos  for  saint  valentine  .  he’d  seen  how  focused  she  could  get  on  her  work  sometimes  &  with  him  not  there  to  pull  away  physically  the  time  could  EASILY  get  away  from  her  .  but  that  did  nothing  to  settle  the  cloud  that  dampened  the  glowing  embers  that  were  a  sad  excuse  from  his  post-show  high  . the  bottom  of  his  phone  tapped  against  his  palm  as  his  eyes  lifted  to  focus  upon  the  wall  above  the  wooden  clothes  rack  his  jacket  hung  on  .  it  didn’t  make  sense though  .  .  . she’d  been  shooting  for  saint  valentine  .  she  would  have  called  after  that  .  she  SHOULD  have  called  after  that  .  where  the  hell  was  she  ? “  you  okay  ?  ”  conan’s  voice  forced  his  eyes  to  refocus  ,  bringing  him  back  down  to  reality  ,  &  turn  his  attention  towards  him  .   silence  passed  between  them  for  a  split  second  as  kieran  tried  to  place  the  look  hidden  within  conan’s  features  .  they’d  been  friends  all  their  lives  .  he  wasn’t  imagining  the  smothered  worry  hidden  within  his  eyes  ,  “  what  do  you  know  ?  ” “  what  ?  ” he  lifted  his  phone  towards  conan  ,  “  evan  — ” &  there  it  was  ,  the  flicker  of  worry  break  through  the  cracks  .  it  was  all  he  needed  . “  i  asked  you  earlier  if  you’d  heard  from  her  .  ” “  i  haven’t  .  ” “  but  you  know  why  she’s  not  answering  me  ,  don’t  you  ?  ” “  guys  —  yo  ,  what  t’e  fuck’s  going on  —  ” but  kieran  ignored  ruairi  as  he  watched  conan’s  jaw  work  from  side  to side ,  “  what  the  fuck  aren’t  you  telling  me  ,  conan  ?  ”   but  it  was  mikey’s  voice  that  answered  him  & kieran’s  eyes  snapped  instantly  towards  him  ,  “  it’s  not  his  fault  ,  kid  .  i  told  him  not  to  say  anything  until  after  the  show  .  ”  kieran’s  gaze  flickered  towards  conan  for  a  moment  ,  noting  the  apologetic  look  in  his  eye  ,  before  he  looked  back  at  mikey  .  “  i  ,  we  ,  needed  you  out  there  with  a  clear  mind  .  ” “  why  wouldn’t  my  mind  be  clear  ?  ”   mikey’s  hand  lifted  to  rub  at  his  jaw  before  he  pointed  towards  the  couch  in  the  middle  of  the  room  ,   “  come  sit  down  .  i  have  something  to  show  you  .  ”

the  nausea  had  set  in  the  minute  he’d  taken  a  step  towards  the  couch  .  but the  minute  mikey  had  handed  him  the  article  brought  up  on  his  ipad   &  begun  to  explain ,  kieran  felt  SICK  .  his  fingers  curled  around  the  edges  of  the  ipad  tight  enough  to  press  harshly  into  his  flesh  .  no  —  NO  .  this  wasn’t  happening  .  it  made  NO  fucking  sense  .  Bex  &  The  Found’s  Kieran  Walsh  Confirm  Rumors  are  True  .  .  .  speculated  to  be  growing  intimately  closer  .  .  .  make  it  known  outside  of  their  inner  circle  .  he  couldn’t  stop  reading  it  .  he  couldn’t  stop  starring  at  the  photos  .  hoping  that  any  moment  one  of  them  would  yell  gotcha  or  the  article  would  simply  vanished  .  but  no  matter  how  hard  he  tried  or  how  long  he  waited  ,  nothing  changed  .  the  words  were  still  there  ,  plain  as  day  &  painting  him  as  a  liar  .  the  photos  were  still  there  ,  plain  as  day  & painting  him  as  an  ASSHOLE  .  this  couldn’t  be  happening  .   “  why  didn’t  you  tell  me  .  ”  his  voice  was  low  ,  dangerously  so  . “  we  needed  you  to  have  a  —  ” “  a  clear  fucking  head  ,  i  know  .  but  T’IS  —  ”  he  tossed  the  ipad  onto  the  table  between  them  as  dark  eyed  focused  on  mikey  ,  “  you  should  have  fucking  told  me  as  soon  as  you  found  out  .  ” “  jani  only  called  me  this  morning  .” “  it’s  been  out  for  T’REE  fucking  days  ,  mikey  .  ”  his  hands  jutted  out  towards  the  discarded  ipad  ,  “  what  t’e  FUCK  has  she  been  doing  for  t’ree  days  t’en  ?  she’s  our  fucking  pr  manager  isn’t  she  ? isn’t  it  her  job  to  look  out  for  shit  like  t’is  ? ” “  kieran  —  ”  conan’s  voice  broke  through  the  haze  &  his  fingers  curled  into  a  fist  as  he  turned  towards  him  , “  what  ?  ”   “  take  a  breath  .  ” kieran’s  gaze  darted  frantically  over  conan’s  features  .  but  as  conan  held  his  gaze  ,  the  anger  within  him  teetered  &  his  breath  hitched  in  his  chest  .  evan  had  to  know  this  was  all  bullshit  .  she  HAD  to  .  .  .  but  the  timing  of  it  all  was  too  much  to  gloss  over  .  the  photo  had  come  out  on  the  21st  &  he  hadn’t  heard  a  SINGLE  thing  from  her  since  .  she  wasn’t  just  busy  .  she  believed  it  . his  voice  cracked  as  he  spoke  ,  “  this  is  evan  .  ” “  we  know  .  ” it  was  then  he  took  a  look  around  at  the  four  that  sat  along  side  him  .  features  sharpened  by  anger  softening  as  he  dragged  in  a  deep  ,  shaky  breath  ,  “  t’is  is  all  bullshit  .  ”   but  as  ruairi’s  features  broke  from  a  second  kieran’s  brow  arched  ,  “  is  it  ?  ”   “  i’m  sorry  ?  ” “  well  —  i  just  mean  ,  DID  somet’ing  happen  between  you  two ?  ” he  froze  for  a  moment  .  processing  ruairi’s  words  &  trying  to  figure  out  if  he’d  heard  them  right  .  but  before  he  could  even  form  a  reply  ,  a  pillow  was  thrown  directly  into  ruairi’s  face  with  a  heavy  thump from  conan’s  direction  . “  what  kind  of  fucking  question  is  t’a  ,  mate  ?  ”   “  okay  ,  okay  —  stupid  question  . ”  ruairi  fumbled  with  the  pillow  down  as  he  brought  it  down  his  lap  ,  kieran  rolling  his  eyes  as  he  let  out  a  breath  &  bring  a  hand  to  rub  at  his  forehead  .  if  it  was  ANYONE  else  ,  it  would  have  be  the  last  straw  .  but  as  ruairi’s  gaze  darting  between  four  faces  that  looked  at  him  expectantly  ,  kieran  couldn’t  be  mad  as  he  explained   “  but  look  .  i  told  you  i  t’ought  she  seemed  t’  be  weaselling  in  a  lot  of  places  that  are  usually  made  for  evan  &  she  seemed  to  cling  onto  you  so  —  i  t’ought  since  no  one  seemed  to  WANT  to  ask  it  ,  i'd  ask  it .  just  t’  be  sure  . ”kieran’s  hand  dropped  to  his  lap  as  he  shook  his  head  ,  exhaling  a  breath  ,   “  i’m  not  cheating  on  evan  wit’  bex  .  ”  he  paused  for  a  moment  as  his  fingers  linked  together  ,  eyes  darting  towards  the  screen  of  mikey’s  ipad  ,  “  you  all  were  t’ere  .  we  were  taking  her  back  t’  t’e  bloody  hotel  because  she  was  DRUNK  .  ” his  gaze  were  frantic  once  more  as  they  darted  between  conan  ,  ruairi  &  ,  adam  ,  before  settling  on  mikey  ,  “  we  know  ,  kid  .  but  we’re  not  the  ones  you  need  to  be  telling  that  to  right  now  .  ”  he  was  right  .  it  had  been  THREE  days  since  this  had  dropped  &  all  he’d  said  to  evan  was  things  about  her  god  damn  saint  valentine  job  .  he’d  kept  the  whole  walking  out  of  the  interview  from  her  to  stop  her  from  freaking  out  over  rumours  of  him  being  with  bex  .  but  now  here  it  was  plastered  across  a  website  for  all  to  see  .  he  didn’t  want  to  think  what  was  going  on  in  her  head  .  “  yeah  ,  yeah  ,  you’re  right  . ”  his  hands  were  shaky  as  he  reached  for  his  phone  jean  pockets  ,  so  much  so  that  it  took  a  few  attempts  to  be  able  to  press  her  name  on  his  list  of  recent  calls  before  he  brought  it  to  her  ear  .  one  ring  ,  two  rings  ,  three  rings  ,  four  rings .  .  .  voice  message  .  he  pulled  the  phone  from  his  ear  &  hung  up  .  “  fuck  .  ” “  it’s  early  in  the  morning  t’ere  ,  right  ?  she’s  probably  asleep  .  ”  adam  ,  always  the  voice  of  reason  . “  fuck  t’at  .  she  can  wake  up  .  ”  ruairi  ,  an  idiot  but  the  most  inline  with  the  thoughts  in  his  own  mind  .  she  did  make  him  promise  to  call  no  matter  the  time  .  “  try  again  .  ”&  he  did  as  took  in  a  breath  as  he  pressed  her  contact  again  ,  lighting  his  phone  up  before  he  brought  it  to  his  ear  . &  he  tried  again &  again  &  again  .  he  tried  until  finally  ,  the  line  on  the  other  end  broke  .  he  sat  up  straighter  ,  forcing  everyone  around  him  to  tense  .  nothing  .  no  voice  message  .  he  took  the  phone  away  from  his  ear  for  a  moment  to  see  the  time  ticking  over  .   “  what’s  going  —  ”  but  kieran  waved  ruairi  away  as  he  brought  the  phone  back  to  his  ear  .  hesitating  for  one  more  second  before  he  finally  spoke  ,  “  evan  ?  ”  another  pause  ,  “  don’t  hang  up  .  please  .  ”  he  shifted  to  the  edge  of  the  couch  ,  “  i  can  explain  everyt’ing  .  ”

[parisbian]

also not the ask meme but can u pls list your fave lgbt films/ novels? i have a while lgbt folder but I'm always looking to expand it

hey, i’m saving the french questions for tomorrow when i’m feeling more lively but thank you so much for asking! not all of these are super gay, so I’m gonna try give little descriptions so you know what you’re getting! (also I’m gonna explain how they’re all problematic cuz why not)

Films: 

❤Blue is the warmest colour (French)

I’m sure you know this one! A young french girl meets someone an older girl; they have this affair spanning several years and the story is just nuanced and detailed in a really lovely way, this was my Confused 13 Year Old movie. i don’t like that the movie could quite easily have been about a straight couple (and the actors STRESS that in interviews oml), and that Adele’s sexuality isn’t really explored?? 

❤All about them (french)

a woman has an affair with her friend, and then the boyfriend of her friend at the same time! which sounds despicable but this movie is honestly delightful i can’t even express it. good exploration of polyamory too (SO rare) 

❤J'ai tué ma mère (french)

you seen this angst ridden masterpiece? edgy gay teen has a bizarre relationship with his mum; it’s beautifully shot. the main character is played by a really good looking actor (what? I’m gay not dead) and i often think the movie would be really different and less sympathetic if he wasn’t? which makes you think! 

❤the way he looks (brazilian, i believe) 

this is a lovely movie about a blind boy who has feelings for his friend and the subsequent shenanigans. i cannot fault this movie it is lovely and i think the only movie I’ve ever seen about an lgbt boy with a disability. 

❤la nouvelle amie (french) 

this is a movie about a transgender woman who explores her identity following the death of her wife. the main character is the best friend of the deceased woman, and she grows closer to her best friends spouse following her death. i think there’s a lot of outdated notions about transgender women (but obvs I’m cis so it’s like?? is this okay?? idk??) but at the same time i think the film is ultimately positive and worth watching. 

Books! 

(we’re gonna be here all night holy shit) 

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray (YA)

this is a weird book? and once the pirates get involved it kinda goes downhill. BUT it’s interesting! a group of teenage beauty queens are stranded on a desert island, sort of a play on lord of the flies. it’s set in this ultra-capitalist imagined future, it’s very satirical and very good. the gay element is actually very smal (a lesbian and a bi character have a brief dalliance) but it just has some good views on sex and sexuality, i really think this book is worth reading despite it’s ridiculous elements. 

Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman 

a 17 year old and a 24 year old (two guys) fall in love (kinda..) in the picturesque summer of 1980s italy. the prose: gorgeous. the characters: VERY well written. some of the sex? just fuckin weird and uncalled for PUT THE PEACH DOWN ELIO. i did relate to angsty confused elio tho!! lots of americans start screaming at the age gap but i think being 17 and british means it never bothered me?? but obviously something to be aware of! also people criticise it for being pretentious and flowery but i love that in books! if they talk like real people then.. what’s the point? i want BEAUTY and PROFUNDITY! 

Darshana Suresh is a poet on tumblr @lavnderlesbian, she’s published several books and they are absolutely BEAUTIFUL and make me cry, so if you like poetry I’d definitely recommend! (also read the works of sappho while you’re at it, thanks for inventing lesbians babe i love you) 

Sugar Rush by Lili Wilkinson 

the most problematic book ever in how it deals with a lesbian relationship tbh?? but it was the first gay book i ever read when i was like 9 or 10 and i loved this book (in a curious hetero way ofc) so it holds a special place in my heart. also, it reminds me of the beauty of weird homoerotic adolescent friendships so i like it! but yeah this book is not good on a lot of levels, so don’t rush and buy it or anything. 

Gypsy Boy by Mikey Walsh 

this is an autobiographical book written by a man who is a Romany Gypsy and it’s a great book, seriously. the book is very sad, there’s some awful child abuse and sexual assault so please don’t read if it will be distressing. also, the gay mentions are only at the end; throughout the book it’s really only shown to make his life hell. the book covers important topics like the persecution of the group, and when i first read it (i was about 12) it was such an eye opener. i live like 10 metres from a campsite and there’s a lot of prejudice in my town about it, so I’m glad i got to read this book. 

i’ll tell you if anything else springs to mind, and i’d love to hear your faves! 💖💞 (and let me know if you have questions about anything I've listed!) 

[annashipper]

While I don't agree of him playing another character of another ethnicity, I'm also starting to suspect that this is another publicity stunt. The timing. They know very well that nowadays people will speak up on social media. And although that is negative publicity for an actor, that will also get his name trending. At the end of the day, they got him to fake marry a woman, lie about having children for publicity. So what difference does it make -to them- another issue that boosts his profile?

I have purposely held back from commenting on the latest casting news around Ben’s name Nonny.

Mainly because the moment I read that article I started screaming at my screen as if Ben could hear me.  Because, where I am, Romanis don’t look like Ben does.  AT ALL.

Then I spoke to @gnanon about it and started yammering about the whitewashing to her, and she sent me this LINK to Mikey Walsh’s tweet to calm me down a bit.  Then I googled Mikey Walsh to see what he looks like and I realised Ben playing his father is not as far of a reach as I’d imagined.

Still.

I am not happy about these casting news.  At all.  Part of the reason is because I knew he was going to get skewered for this by people who don’t have a friend like @gnanon to calm them down, and part of the reason is because this is another project the BBC will be funding (I’m assuming SunnyMarch will also end up being one of the producers) and I don’t find the prospect of Ben playing an abusive homophobic father appealing.

Anyway, I digress.

Whatever the reason we’re hearing about this project one day before he shows up at TIFF (presumably), I don’t know how it will help The Current War get favourable reviews by critics.

Isn’t that what the upcoming week is supposed to be about?  Getting some traction behind Harvey’s hopes for The Current War entering the Oscars race?

[greasergal]

Metanoia

Pairing: Older!Mikey Walsh x OC!FemReader

Warnings: language, angst, slow burn romance, sexual innuendos, drinking, dark past, mentions of depression

Summary: Estella spent a lot of her life not really knowing who she was. So on a journey to figure that out she said good bye to the life she had made in search of one she would enjoy. Which is how she happened to stumble upon the Goondocks and the best group of friends she had ever met.

Chapter List:

Prologue

One coming soon

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One?

it is possible you have read a version of this on wattpad, do not worry I am the original writer, and this is my rewrite. hope you enjoy ♡

[80s4life]

Come With US

Word Count: 3,080

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: I re-watched the Goonies, and I had taken (obvious) notice to the unfair treatment and favoritism used against Jake by his mother, giving her utmost love and adoration to the other son, Francis. 

Side-Note: NEVER KNEW THIS BEFORE, but Jake Fratelli, or Rabert Davi (the actor), is actually fucking 6′2″?! Damn he’s tall! (And yes, I did use this to my advantage. I am only 5′2″)

Fandom: The Goonies 1985

Relationship: Jake Fratelli x Reader

Summary: Throughout the massive Gonnies adventure blowout, Y/N, Chunk’s older sister, can’t help but feel bad for the abused Jake Fratelli. She’s always been the opposite of the Goonies, deciding sympathy and always seeing all sides is best, and when chased by the Fratelli family, she can’t help but notice the black sheep who is unlike the rest of them.

Warnings: past abuse, neglect, unfairness mentions, being the black sheep basically, fluff, tiny angst, happy ending, slight strong language warning

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​

Masterlist Goonies Masterlist

Italian References:

Piccolina: Very Tiny Girl     Tesorina: Little Treasure     Tesoro: Treasure    Grande Tesoro: Big Treasure

{there was no gifs so I used Google}

The group, now filing through the vent-turned-tunnel underneath the fake fireplace, hurries at the sound of footsteps. Turning just in time for your turn to go through the hole, you notice Chunk stuck in the freezer you had found, the dead body all over him. “Chunk!” you harshly whisper, noticing the sound of feet hitting wooden planks getting louder, moving down to the underground concrete, scolding him all in vain.

All he does is give you a silent plea for help, unable to shove the body off. Looking back down at the fireplace once more, you motion for Brand to close the vent, pointing in Chunk’s direction to motion that you’ll be sticking with him. When the voices of the 3 most famous criminals get closer, you make a final movement into the freezer, signaling Brand to lower his head and silence the rest of the Goonies below him.

Slipping into the shadows and underneath the freezer door’s window, you finally shove the frozen dead body to the other side of the freezer, pulling Chunk to your chest. You give him a reassuring hug, shushing him, knowing that he doesn’t intentionally act out the way he does. He’s just... emotional. He gives you a hug back, his startled state easing and his breath going back to normal.

It isn’t until the Fratellis see the room’s state and go to their abandoned family member, Sloth, do Chunk and you wiggle your way through a window near the ceiling. There were piles of rubbish and shit that you used to your advantage, climbing the mounds of stuff and going through the window; luckily, leading to the outside world.

Just as you go through after Chunk, you hear Brand and Mikey once more, them asking how you are and, if possible, to get help. Nodding and throwing a peace sign, you close the window and they close the vent, just in time for the Fratellis to get the body out of the freezer.

Chunk almost starts to hyperventilate again, but you quickly intervene. Grabbing his hand, you soothe him once more, “We’re on a mission now buddy! You wanna be the hero, don’t you?” He nods, liking the sound of being the main character of the movies and books he reads, “Then we have to go find help! They’re the bad guys Chunk! We gotta get ‘em back where they belong and make sure the Goonies are all safe.”

That seemed to be all he needed, as he charges forwards, taking the lead. You snort, shaking your head lightly as you follow behind, knowing that although he wants to be confident and brave, he is still rightfully scared. Shit, you’re scared! So, you simply catch up to him, grabbing his hand once more as you continue down the road, smiling warmly as any older sibling figure would when trying to protect the youngest.

As time passes, you finally catch sight of headlights coming your direction. Chunk, being the dramatic boy he was, quickly jumps into action, jumping and wailing. The car stops, oddly leaving their high beams still on, hiding the identity of the people driving and riding passenger. Chunk, rounding the side of the car, starts going on and on about his recent finds, asking for a ride.

It wasn’t until too late, noticing the bullet holes Chunk had previously mentioned on the car, that you whisper yell, “Chunk!” As he looks at you, taking in your scared expression, does he turn back to the driver. In the blanket of darkness, the driver flips on the over head light within the inside of the car, revealing the mysterious identities. Quickly, Chunk backs up, his breath quickening, Jake Fratelli smiling smugly back at him from the driver’s seat.

You go to back away, the same as Chunk had, only to run into a figure behind your back. A woman. Turning your head slightly, attempting to back away once more, Mama Fratelli blocks you, seizing you in your spot in a vice grip, yelling for Jake to get out of the car. Doing as she says, he takes your arms, pinning them behind your back, his strong hold preventing any struggle of your own. 

Giving in, you plea instead, getting tossed into the trunk of the car, noticing Chunk follow in the arms of Francis Fratelli. He is unlike you though, kicking, punching, and even trying to bite. This only increases once he realizes that you are unable to fight; someone he thought was so strong. Throwing Chunk in after yourself, the Fratellis go back to their respectable places, pulling the car out and back to the house it seems.

His face falls instantly, seeing your saddened and scared expression. All he does is wrap his arms around your stomach, tucking his head under your chin, unaware of the tears falling silently down your face. I am hopeless. I am scared. I am alone.

Feeling something stiff from behind, you turn, just as Chunk does to face your direction. You catch what - or in your case - who exactly was poking you. At the same time, Chunk lets out shrill scream that hurts your ears. Covering his mouth with your hand, you motion for him to quiet down, shaking your head in an attempt to tell him that it doesn’t matter anymore. 

With a harsh jolt, the car pulls back into the garage you had seen before entering the building in the first place. Mama Fratelli walks into the house, followed by Francis yanking Chunk along. They waste no time in waiting for Jake, expecting him to grab you, which he does by languidly going towards the direction of the trunk.

There, he finds your small figure, huddled in a ball, and eyes unfocused. “Come on, Piccolina,” he says quietly, taking in your hunched in, scared frame, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Still in a haze, you move without recognition, getting out of the trunk and awaiting whatever they have planned for you, standing stiffly. Taking in your appearance, Jake feels a tinge of regret and hurt in his heart, knowing that this is both unfair and very wrong. He takes in the uncertainty, the pain, the regret, and even the sadness once he looks at your eyes. 

With your much smaller height and stature, Jake could easily break you, the knowledge a pain to the both of you. The disadvantage, alongside everything else, was just... cruel. But, although Jake knew his rights from wrongs, he also had a place to fill within his family. Whether it be respected or noticed, Jake’s work cuts slack for the rest of his family. Without him, the Fratellis would’ve been long wiped out and incarcerated.

Sighing, he taps your hands. You follow through, pinning them just as he had, and he gratefully takes them. Lightly, is what you make note of, him being somewhat reluctant, but pushing you further anyway.

Taking you back down to the room you’d escaped from, the Fratellis shove you into a chair beside Chunk’s, a table with a blender between the both of you. Mama Fratelli, sat in front of Chunk, starts to manipulate and torture him, throwing tomatoes and such in the sharp blender. Your arms were tied behind the back of your chair with thick rope, your torture, being that you’d have bear witness to the sick games being played on your brother.

It wasn’t until she’d pulled his arm, placing his hand dangerously close to the spinning blades, had you finally had enough, starting to kick Francis in front of you. Once your onslaught of blows finally registered within his shins, he gets up, pulling a gun, the room erupting in disarray. As the chaos continued with everyone yelling, you feel a presence by your ear; it belonging to the man that was silent the whole time, watching you from right behind your seat.

Whispering, Jake gets closer to your ear, “Just sit quietly. You already got a rise out of him. Just be good and I’ll untie the rope. Ya’ got that, Piccolina?” 

You nod, and answer quietly with, “Ye-Yes...Thank you,” deciding that words are better than the silent treatment.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he says teasingly, giving you a coy smirk.

As he finishes untying the ropes, he makes tiny loop holes for your hands to slip through, still keeping them behind the chair. Francis, finally calming himself, gives the stink eye as a supposed threat. You just answer with the same look, giving him a taste of his own medicine, although, what you wanted to do was flip him your most special and favorite limb.

At some point, as the torture goes on, Chunk finally “spills everything he knows,” giving the Fratellis an unwanted story of his whole life, dropping the doubloon we used to get to their shack in the first place. One of the key pieces in our mysterious adventure, which catches their attention quickly. Edging him farther, they go on with their interrogation, taking Chunk seriously on just what the doubloon was for.

Just as he finishes up, Jake is in silent fits of giggles, saying something along the lines of, “I like this kid, we should keep him.” You smile at that, despite yourself and your current situation. Chunk was a special kid, at least in your eyes.

That was until bats came flying out of the vent that you’d try to keep secret. The Fratellis, now hysterical, run around the room, the bats attacking everyone. Waiting until they cleared out, you sat there, unable to do anything in your power. Finally calming themselves, Mama motions for Francis to place Chunk in another room down the hall, alerting you instantly, going to fight against it.

Mama cuts you off though, “You. You are coming with us, pretty little thing. You’re showing us the way to those riches, whether you like it or not.”

You nod, them now allowing you freedom, but blocking all directions except the vent. Sighing, you move the fake props for the fireplace, unsheathing the vent cover that fell back on top after the bats, and started to climb in. Mama, not wanting anything to disturb her darling son, tells Jake to go first.

In his uncertainty, he tries to fight against it, earning a hard slap to his face from Mama, Francis giggling now. As Jake comes down however, you catch a certain look on his face, his eyes glossy. Although you didn’t intend to, you grasp his arm gently, showing sympathy for the older man. He gives a simple once over, but it isn’t exactly unwanted either. A mask.

As time passes, you couldn’t help but admire all of Data’s booby traps, knowing his craftsmanship first-hand now. He had definitely made your job harder, leading the criminals to your treasure. The treasure that was supposed to save your home, your friends, your family, Chunk. But, as you ran through the multiples, Jake was right behind you, discretely keeping you safe and out of harms way.

That came into fruition specifically when walking over trip-wire, setting off huge boulders to drop down the narrow hallway. Jake, with quick thinking, points towards tight gaps on the sides of the hallway, taking you by the waist and pulling you through behind him as another boulder comes crashing down. 

Terrified, you clung to the back of his flannel shirt, hyperventilating as the news of what had occurred finally dawned on you. You almost pass out from the sheer fear and exhaustion, but two warm arms wrap your body within their embrace, encompassing you. Jake’s warmth catches your attention, bringing you down from your hysteria, sighing and taking in his scent through your nose. Manly.

The moment was quick, but intimate, showing you that there might be more to him than a villain in your game. For the 3rd time today, he made you smile, as you pat his arm in thanks, climbing through the gap once more and above the boulders where Mama and Francis are found. Jake following behind you, a steady arm on the small of your back as you walk over the spacious gaps.

Eventually, you follow the trail the Goonies left for you, coming face to face with a giant pirate ship. There, Mama and Francis force you to your knees, held at gunpoint. Mama walks onto the ship, followed by Jake. Soon, you see the Goonies in a panic, running up the staircase to the deck of the ship, tears now pooling your eyes as you can’t find Chunk anywhere.

That is, until a heroic scream calls from a tunnel above the ship, Chunk alongside a man swinging down to the deck with a rope. As they descend, the man lets Chunk go within close range of the deck, setting him down as he continues his swing, knocking both Jake and Mama off the ship once more.

The Goonies, now with a free chance, make a break through the mouth of the huge cave, running through the water and underneath the cave’s waterfall. Chunk and Brand come running your direction, Brand beating the gun out of Francis’ hand, knocking him out of the way, grabbing your arm to hurry you along. Mikey jumps off the boat in time to be beside you, exiting the ship.

However, as the cave had opened, the ship’s sails had caught the wind, now sailing out of the cave. In the midst of the panic, you catch sight of Jake, defeated and hearing an earful about what he’s done wrong. Both Francis and Mama pushing, shoving, and occasionally, hitting him.

“Jake!” you yell, catching his attention, “Come with US! Please! I need you!”

He turns to look at you, the rest of the Fratellis now fuming. The man, who you’ve come to know as Sloth, turns as well. “You too Sloth! Please! I can’t lose you!”

It’s asking a lot. You knew that. But now, as you stand at the exit of the cave, all you wanted was a better life for them, Jake becoming someone of great importance to you. You knew he was better than this, unlike them, just as abused and lonesome as the unseen son, Sloth.

“Please!” you scream once more, tears pooling your eyes as the sound of sirens come into range.

Pulling his brother’s arm, Jake takes Sloth by the hand, leading him out of the cave, leaving an astounded Mama and Francis Fratelli. Finally, turning the corner to the rest of the Goonies, you finally show off your favorite limb, giving the final Fratellis the finger.

Trekking through the water, the police come into view, separating Sloth from Chunk just as he runs towards him for a hug. Taking a huge uproar of yells and screams, the Goonies manage to set Sloth free, letting him go as an innocent man. As he was.

Still a great distance away, Jake visibly stiffens, knowing his fate. You grab his hand, wrapping it within your smaller one, shaking your head. “I’m not letting that happen. We can tell them that you were our savior. We can tell them something! I- I don’t-”

“Shh,” Jake says calmly, “I asked for this. I broke out of jail in the first place. I’ll be fine Piccolina.”

Now, with tears of defeat falling freely from your eyes, you look up at him, “What does that even mean? I didn’t take an Italian course,” you say, wiping your nose.

He chuckles lightly, “It means ‘very tiny girl,’ but I think I have another name for you, Tesorina. ‘Little Treasure.’”

“I like that name,” you say, going in to hug him, the police nearing, “What’s the name for ‘Big Treasure’?” 

The question earns another laugh as he answers quickly, “Grande Tesoro! Or Tesoro for just ‘Treasure,’” he answers now in a hurry.

You nod, the police separating him from you now, tears flooding your eyes as you try to fight against it. The Goonies, soon realizing what’s going on once you fill them in, help fight as well, knowing he was the reason you came back in one piece.

/////Time Skip/////

With multiple statements and court orders, you sit in the courtroom of the Fratellis’ trials, each individually getting charged, that is, until it reaches Jake’s turn. Searching for your eyes as he is walked into the room, he smiles warmly, you returning the favor. You mouth the name ‘Tesoro,’ which he reciprocates eagerly, mouthing ‘Tesorina’ back to you. It was cheesy, but you loved it.

As the time passed, you feared the worse as his whole life was splayed before the audience, his life held on a pedestal depending on the audiences’s decisions. Each of the Goonies members had gotten called onto the stand, defending his honor, earning a huge smile of thanks to each of them as they walked off.

Finally, as the trial came to a closing, the conclusion came to its decision. You held the hands of Sloth and Chunk from behind the stands, praying and waiting.

“Jake Fratelli...” the judge draws, your hands squeezing each of the boys’ hands tighter, your eyes closing in desperation. Jake looks at you, watching with a solemn look on his face, “...is not guilty.” 

Jumping up, you cheer in sheer happiness, locking eyes with Jake. As the police officers unchain him, you run down the isle, hopping up and into his arms. He laughs this time, a full, belly laugh that gave way to the utter enthusiasm and happiness that overcame his whole body. It was almost contagious as you laughed with him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he still holds you.

As the laughter dies down, the people file out of the courtroom, matters settled now. But, even as the people leave, your eyes stay locked on Jake’s, your faces edging closer. Until finally, you close the gap on your own, mouths colliding in an urge to be close to one another. Your eyes stay closed even as you both lean back for air, Jake smiling as he places his forehead against yours.

“Thank you Tesorina. Sei la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata,” he smiles as he states in a whisper, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

[walshed-blog1]

@monsterspied

          first days, as mikey has quickly discovered, are stressful.

          standing just outside the school, welcoming the shade that the building provided in the afternoon light, mikey had let his frustration get the better of him.  he was, by no means, the type to cause trouble (where trouble was unwelcome), but that didn’t mean his little attempt to vent wasn’t a sight.  kicking at grass and stray pebbles, he half-muttered to himself, as if someone might actually be listening.  gesturing, resisting the urge to shout, like he was having a genuine conversation with another person, it’s a surprise he manages to hold back on the plethora of swears he’d been holding back just for a conversation like this (not that it made his argument any more valid; just carried across that passion, you know?).

          “ why did we even have to move here?  why couldn’t we stay in astoria?  at least there i had friends.  a team.  there’s nothing here!  chunk, mouth, data, stef, andy  ——  they’re all back home, probably having the time of their lives, and here i am, wasting it.  why can’t things just work out for once —— “

          volume control is poor, and man is he glad brand can’t see this.  he can practically imagine his older brother catching him in a headlock and ruffling his hair, telling him that everything’s going to be fine, that it is fine, and the thought does little to soothe the irritation growing in his gut.  cue a half stifled groan, and the boy wearily dragging his hands down his face.   

          when mikey turned, ready to just pick up his discarded bag and trudge home like this never happened, he was met with the lovely surprise of someone else there, watching, and instinctively, the boy froze, face flushing with embarrassment.  slowly standing up straight, trying to act as inconspicous as possible (not that he’d been doing anything bad), the walsh carefully asked, reluctant,   “ ...how long have you been standing there? “

[ernstin]

Stackin’ Stickers: Snowboard Agents

As published in King Snow - 11.2 - October 1st, 2019

This article’s first priority is to try and explain the world of snowboard sponsorship and the agent’s role within it. This will be done by exploring what an agent is, who needs an agent, and how agents might be changing snowboarding. I’ll also discuss the wealth gap between top-tier pros and the average sponsored snowboarder, and how professional snowboard sponsorship has changed over the years. In order to understand all of this, I first approached Superheroes Management, i.e., an agency, interviewing Jaimeson Keegan. Jaimeson is the owner of Superheroes and former head of sports, entertainment, and marketing for Red Bull. Jamieson is currently the agent for Devun Walsh, Darcy Sharpe, Mikey Rencz, Seb Toots, Maria Thompson, Tyler Nicholson, Mons Røisland, Zoi Sadowski Synnott, and many others. We also chatted with Jake Kuzyk, who has had a great career despite never having an agent represent him.

What is an agent?

An agent is someone who speaks on your behalf. They’ll go out and get you those sponsors you don't have, or they’ll maximise the support you’re currently getting. An agent sets up contracts, keep you informed, and talks business with the business people. They cross the T’s and dot the I’s. But not only that, an agent will act as the middle person between you and your sponsors. They will negotiate money and travel budgets for you. They will make sure that you are being compensated fairly, and that your interests are being heard. In return, however, an agent takes a cut, maybe 10% or 15%, whatever was negotiated before the agent started working for you. That percent keeps the agent working for you. His or her salary is dependent on yours. And, in the best situations, it’s a symbiotic relationship where both parties are benefiting. 

Having an agent seems like a pretty awesome thing. The general consensus is that having an agent helps you focus on snowboarding, and not business. When talking with Mikey Rencz he said, “I was getting to a point where the business side was getting overwhelming and I was kinda young, and didn’t wanna deal with it.” Seb and Darcy said something similar. 

Darcy said, “I could focus on snowboarding and being myself and not jammin up any creativity I got going on.” And Mr. Toutant said, “I think it is really important because at some point you are focusing on your snowboarding and people wanna sign you up, and you dont wanna get to stressed out by all that bullshit. You wanna focus on your riding.”

Having an agent allows you to narrow your focus and not get lost in the numbers and the search for sponsors. An agent can also help you determine your monetary value, as Devun Walsh said, in a very earnest way, “sometimes I feel like you don't know your full worth, so it’s better to have someone else tell the company what you’re worth.” Asking for money is hard, especially when it’s for doing something as fun as snowboarding. It’s weird to think that slapping some petex to your feet and burning down a hill can be profitable. When thinking about this, Darcy said he thought getting an agent was great because he never really knew how to say, “hey, I’m worth money in snowboarding. That was a ridiculous idea to me as a kid.” 

Apart from this, an agent is someone who can also translate your value to sponsors. Mikey gave me an example where he said, “Imagine if someone approached me for a commercial or something, and said we’re gunna give you $5000 for the day.” That sounds like a great deal, right? And Mikey would have accepted it too. But, Rencz explained that that’s where Jaimeson steps in, “Jamison would then ask ‘what’s it for?’ and ‘what’s the reach?’ and after that he’d be like, no you’re gunna give him $20,000 for the day.” That’s a huge boost in salary, all because someone knew what the ask was worth. The price a rider is willing to do something for isn’t always the right price. An agent can bridge the gap between rider and businesses making sure the rider does not get taken advantage of, or, isn't mistakenly undervalued. During our interview, Jaimeson disclosed that the first goal that is set after signing with Superheroes agency is to get that rider 100k a year in sponsorship dollars, “a living wage,” as he put it.

However, there is also Jake Kuzyk, an all-star rail rider, who has never had an agent in his corner, which, given what I just said, you might think is kinda nuts. But, Jake views it differently. Jake said that he believes that an agent could actually hurt his career. He says, “Based on what [I] do and who [I am], it’s almost not smart to have an agent. I think having an agent would hurt me. All the sponsors that I have, it’s like a friendship. It’s a real connection. I think I’d be in a worse spot financially and with longevity as far as my brands go.” A justifiable concern for anyone who has spent a lot of time building relationships with his or her brands. 

Who is an Agent for? 

If not all riders feel like an agent is good for them and their career, then who is an agent for? According to Jake, “I think unless there is high demand and you are one of those people who are willing to run on high expectation, and do well under pressure, then an agent is kinda good. But for me, I’ve always wanted to do things at my own pace and in my own way.” A valid point. If you’re that type A personality who works well under pressure, all the power to you to meet those demands put on you. Money can dictate expectations, creating performance goals and obligations that are not for everyone. But, there are still guys like Rencz who have agents, and are not running on that type A personality. So what’s different about Mikey? When asked, he said, “there used to be a lot more interest in the filming side, and also there was a lot more going on for people who filmed for videos and shot for magazines, even three years ago.” I interpret this as Mikey saying that these days there is not as much money for people who film video parts, and that maybe the need for the average video part guy to have an agent isn’t as big as it once was. However, that’s not what Seb thinks. Seb said that, “when I hear people say that an agent is only good for people who make a lot of money, I think that’s wrong. Agents are there to help you sign a bigger deal and get more opportunities.” So, Seb thinks that you should have an agent if you are good enough to have one, which makes sense. Why wouldn’t you like a little extra coin? However, Rencz also speculates that some “team managers don't really wanna deal with [an] agent,” meaning that some TMs want to deal directly with the rider, not the middle man. This could be for two reasons. The first being that maybe the TM does not want to be pressured into paying his or her athletes more when times are tight, even though the athlete deserves it - which is a sad reality. Or, two, it could be because some TMs also value the relationship with the rider, and don't want a middle man to answer to. Either way, we’re kinda back at the point that Jake made about an agent potentially hurting the career he wants. So, maybe an agent isn't for everyone, especially if you film video parts and want a relationship with your sponsor? Well, that’s not entirely true either. When talking to Jamieson about this, he said that he thinks “there is actually a big appetite out there specifically for riders that do not compete. I know brands that when I call them and go, ‘hey, I got someone you’d be interested in,’ they say, ‘oh yeah, we would be, but call us when he or she stops competing.’” 

So, who is an agent for? I don’t entirely know. But I can ambiguously say that an agent works best when there is a symbiotic relationship, a win-win, between rider and agent.

That said, there is one obvious group of snowboarders that an agent seems uncontroversially good for, and that is the all-stars. Or, as Jaimeson calls them, “the A listers.” He says, “If you're a true A lister, your earning potential is, I dunno, anywhere between $500,000 and up. The most bad ass [riders] in our spaces earn a tremendous amount. Those are the one percenters, if you will.” These are the snowboarders who come to people’s minds first, guys like Mark McMorris, Seb Toots, Sage Kotsenburg, Ståle Sandbech, Torstein Horgmo, and others. You can probably imagine the others. These people just have too many other things going on to worry about dealing with contract renewals and bonuses and their financials in general. Their priority is performing, performing for themselves and performing for the stickers on their board, that’s it. They’ve got big goals and big money to answer to. When you’ve struck the perfect marketable mixture of talent, personality, and fan following, the sky's the limit. 

How might agents be changing the industry?

Agents are great at getting riders non-endemic sponsorships, sponsors like BMW, Virgin Wireless, Audi, and other brands who have nothing to do with snowboarding, but want to be associated with snowboarders. These brands know that there is a market value attached to the top names in snowboarding, and that putting money into that athlete could yield a return for them in brand association and logo recognition. So they do it, they invest. Which is okay to some degree, I think. Non-endemic support allows boarders to put more money into what they love doing. These brands allow riders to travel, get proper physio, feed themselves, save for the future, etc.. They also put money into the sport, giving snowboarding events the means to be broadcast around the globe, gaining exposure for snowboarding and bringing in money. This money can then be put back into the endemic industry through brands, resorts, and media outlets, benefiting everyone.

However, it is also possible to see how this could change snowboarding in a negative way. As Rencz said, “if you look at the contest riders with really weird sponsors, you’re like, ‘OoOoOo, that guys got an agent for sure,’ because [the rider] is not finding those sponsors, and the [sponsors] aren't hitting them up. You know? It’s like specifically sought out through an agency...” So the “snowboarder” doesn’t have any sponsors from a snowboard company. And while that’s more common place within mainstream professional sport, it’s a weird phenomenon in life-style snowboarding, which maybe shouldn’t happening. But why does it? Well, probably because of the money. And if that is the case, what does that mean? In other words, what does it mean when riders start having more non-endemic sponsors than endemic sponsors? Does it mean that non-endemic brands could start having more influence over the direction of snowboarding than snowboard companies? Has this already been happening? I honestly don't know the answers to these questions. But, I think questions like this are important to think about. Not thinking about them gets us to the premise for the movie Idiocracy, which is a movie set in the future where brands and big money dictate everything. It’s a future where Gatorade-esque drinks water farmers fields because Gatorade is, quote-unquote, “better than water.” 

The Wealth Gap.

As many of the riders interviewed in this article have said, one interesting phenomena of contemporary snowboarding is that the wealth gap is growing. That is, there are a few athletes making a lot of money and many athletes making less. The group of riders making more money are the group of A listers that Jamieson brought up earlier. They are akin to the 1%. And then there's everyone else. A big middle class of boarders who are really good, but only receive a pair of pants and some beanies at the start of the year. This growing wealth gap is interesting because it mimics our current economy, but maybe it’s not unexpected, considering that the snowboard world is just a microcosm of the world at large. When talking about this with Jamieson, he said, “I don't think action sports are insulated from what is happening in society. I think a lot of people are disappointed. They feel confident in what they are achieving, and it’s more difficult for them to get rewarded for it.” I guess it isn’t a coincidence that the “glory days” of the prosperous professional snowboarder happened when North America was financially stable, with a strong middle class economy. Devun also expressed his amazement for what snowboarders will do for such little money, saying, “I feel like there are kids who are willing to kill themselves on rails for like 30-grand a year. There is no way, back in the day, that people would be willing to risk their neck for that.”

Being a Professional Snowboarder

There is no doubt that being a professional snowboarder has changed in the last 10 years, especially within contest riding. The amount of pressure and obligation has increased, everyone in this article agreed with that, to some degree. Devun did say that “before you had to kill yourself all year to make [a] video part and now it just kinda comes out when they feel like it . . . apart from some of the videos.” But other than that, everyone agreed that being a pro is difficult. Seb said, “[what I would say] has really changed is snowboarding became so much harder to make it at a pro level, if you're getting drunk all the time and not really taking care of your body, it is definitely harder to keep up.” Darcy acknowledged that there are so many good snowboarders on Instagram that you need to stay on top of your game, whereas before, if you were a part of the chosen few, everyone waited for your part, and whoever else was good was rarely seen. 

In the past, the lack of accessibility also allowed for us to know who was pro and who wasn’t. We knew pros had promodels, whether it was a piece of outerwear or a board. That just doesn't seem to happen as much. The lines are blurred because the money is limited and the talent pool is limitless. Even companies don't really seem too concerned about the pro label. If you go to Rome’s website, LNP is still listed as one of their pros. But he barely snowboards anymore and has a full time career as a heavy-duty mechanic. 

While interviewing Seb, this was one of the reasons he thinks there is less money in the industry. He said, “for snowboarding you don't always know who is a pro and who is an amateur, which is something huge and something we need to change. . . When it is built properly, it’s easier for a big company to invest in the sport.” He went on to explain that if you want to be a certain type of rider, there should be a clear way to achieve that. 

His points are good, they absolutely make sense as far as growth and money goes. I mean, making it clear to people how snowboarding works is great for sponsors. It allows sponsors outside of snowboarding to know who they are getting behind. It can provide an objective value for a snowboarder. But what about for guys like Jake who aren't into that structure? When talking about structure, Jake said that it’s one of the reasons he does not have an agent. He said that, “I just always wanted to have control over what I did. I’ve always wanted to be very involved with all the projects I’ve worked on. . . “I don’t ‘yes man’ things, and do random stuff that I don’t really believe in.” With more structure, you can lose diversity, you can lose guys like Jake, making pro status only attainable to a certain type of person, which is an issue snowboarding is already dealing with, considering how it is generally dominated by wealthy, white males. So, it’s hard. Snowboarding sponsorship is a unique and ever evolving place that can be difficult for professionals, AMs, industry folk, and everyone to exist within, happily. It’s a complex matrix with many parts, understanding it is hard. I tried to show you a little of the objective and the subject side of it, but when it comes down to it, there is no right information or algorithm when trying to understand it, and maybe there shouldn't be.

[musicalgamingdorks-blog]

Character Masterlist 😁

This is a list I’ve compiled if Characters and people I accept for different shows/games/movies/ fandoms.

YouTube

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

Crankgameplays

Danisnotonfire

AmazingPhil

Pewdiepie

unfortunately, I don’t do Septiplier, Phan, Crankiplier, Septipie(?), or any other ship including these five YouTubers together. Sorry. Might change or make exceptions in the future

Bands And Artists

Fall Out Boy

A/N #1: Please say Album time, Tour time, or Year. It’s Very Helpful

A/N #2: mean NO DISRESPECT TO THE MEMBERS OR THEIR HUSBANDS/WIVES! I am quite fond of their significant others and mean no harm or disrespect.

Patrick Stump

Pete Wentz

Andy Hurley

Joe Trohman

Panic! At The Disco

Brendon Urie

Ryan Ross (;-;)

Spencer Smith

Jon Walker

Brent Wilson

Dallon Weekes

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Mikey Way

Frank Iero

Ray Toro

Twenty One Pilots

Tyler Joseph

Josh Dun

(I was going to add the old members as well but idk if anyone would really want them lol)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Jo Harvelle

Castiel Novak

Any other person or character you can think of. I am only on season two so if you have a character you want to request for, just send it in, I’ll do my research and try to make it as best I can :)

American Horror Story

(I am very sorry, i am not able to finish Freak Show OR Murder House of AHS until NEXT YEAR, so this list will most likely not change for that time or longer. i do not know some of these characters very well, but i will do research and try to write about the character as BEST I CAN.)

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Vivian Harmon

Ben Harmon

Constance Langdon

Adelaide Langdon

Hayden McClain

Moira O'Hare (young or elder)

Freak Show

Jimmy Darling

Maggie Esmerelda

Elsa Mars

Ma Petite

Any other character you can think of from this season, and ill do my research :)

Harry Potter

(Years 1-3 only until I read more. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks :))

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Tom Riddle

Rubeus Hagrid (Add him for laughs lol)

Albus Dumbledore

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Lee Jordan

Blaise Zabini

Oliver Wood

Minerva McGonagall

Pansy Parkinson

Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

More in the future as I read on I promise

The Walking Dead

Im on Season 5 ,working up to 6, so NO SPOILERS PLEASEE

Carl Grimes

Rick Grimes

Lori Grimes

Andrea ???

Daryl Dixion 

Merle Dixion

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Greene

Hershel Greene

Carol Peletier

“The Governor”

Beth Greene

Michonne 

Theodore “T-Dog” Douglas

Shane Walsh

Disney’s Descendants 

Mal (Maleficent’s Daughter)

Jay (Jafar’s Son)

Evie (Evil Queen’s Daughter)

Carlos DeVil (Cruella DeVil’s Son)

Lonnie (Fa Mulan and Li Shang’s Daughter)

Doug (Dopey The Dwarf’s Son{Mother Unknown})

King Ben ({Former} King Beast and Queen Belle’s Son)

Audrey (Aurora and Prince Phillip’s Daughter)

Jane (Fairy Godmother’s Daughter{Father Unknown})

Chad Charming (Prince Charming and Cinderella’s Daughter)

(My OC) Faith (Dr. Facilier’s Daughter)

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Jackson Whittemore

If I think of any more characters to include, I will definitely add them to this list!

These are the characters/ People I accept for requests! Don’t forget to add what you’re requesting!! (Imagines, One-Shots, Head-Cannons, ECT.) Thanks!!!