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School Spirits

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Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

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Ryan Walker

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[ayo-edebiri]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023) // Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

[tuserlivia]

THE NAME GAME | AMERICAN HORROR STORY: ASYLUM (2011)

[bullet-prooflove]

Could I request Yellowstone boys looking after a drink significant other please?x

Ryan is probably the one that got you in trouble in the first place and he assumes complete for responsibility for that. He's the one giving you a piggy back if your feet hurt or carrying you from the truck to the house because you took your shoes off in the car. You always get a little frisky and Ryan's always a gentleman, kissing your fingertips and telling you tomorrow, when your sober. He tucks you into bed, kisses your forehead before collecting your shoes and any miscellaneous items of clothing you’ve slung around and making sure they’re in a place you can find them.

Travis thinks you’re fucking adorable when you’re drunk. It doesn’t happen often but when it does he’s there for it. You always get super affectionate, flirty and silly and he loves it. Gives you entire attention even if you are chatting shit. Travis is very protective and keeps an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s spent years on the rodeo circuit and he knows assholes, hell he’s been that asshole. Anyone shows to much of an interest, he’s literally getting between the two of you and telling that fella you’re taken and to fuck off.

When the two of you get home, he helps you get into one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed alongside you. You spend the night curled up against him as his fingers comb through your hair.

Rip’s experience of drunks before you was Beth. You are far more easy to handle. You’re a lot more controlled and don’t go completely off the rails. When Rip is picking you up, he always requests that you stay inside the bar because he hates the thought of you being out in the cold, and he also knows that bad things happen to woman in dark parking lots.

When he steps inside he usually watches you for a minute. If your dancing, he’s coming over to join you before he takes you home, if a guy’s anywhere near you he’s stepping in to protect his territory. He has no chill when it comes to you.

When he gets you in the truck, he has the music low because he knows you like to sing a long and the heating on because it gets cold. He asks you about your night, if you had fun.

In the house he makes you drink some water, give you a snack and tucks you into bed before making sure the house is completely locked up and joining you.

Walker thinks you're the cutest thing. The two of you dance and sing together in the parking lot, he doesn't give a shit who sees, he just likes having you in his arms. Let's you wear his hat because he thinks you look adorable in it.

The dancing continues at home and ends up with the two of you falling you asleep on the couch together, Walker singing you to sleep.

Kayce is all smiles when he comes to pick you up especially if it looks like you’re having a lot of fun. He drapes one arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.

“Oh hey darlin, you ready to go…” type of thing.  

Keeps you tucked into his side in the parking a lot, it’s a territorial thing he doesn’t even realise he does, a way of keeping you safe. You usually fall asleep in the truck in the way home. He tucks his jacket around you for the journey, checking on you as he drives. He hates waking you up so he carries you into the house and puts you to bed, leaving a glass of water on the night stand.

Jamie loves to see you have fun, he’s addicted to your smile, your happiness. When he comes to the bar, he sticks around a while, watching you dance and laugh. He discreetly pays your bar tab before cutting in for a dance. Jamie just loves around you, so one dance turns into three more.

When he does get you home he’s very sweet and tender as he undresses you. Lingering teasing kisses as he helps you into your pyjamas. When he climbs into bed a long side you, the two of you stay up laughing while you tell him about your night. You fall asleep, draped across him, mid-sentence and Jamie just hugs you close.

[emoprincess2006]

Pretty. Odd., 2008.

[supergirl000983]

Yellowstone How you Kiss

Rip

Kayce

Lee

Travis

John

Ryan

Colby

Jimmy

Walker

Jamie

[paisholotus]

I don't think y'all understand. They're perfect for this 🤭💛💚💙

[dilfluvver4eva]

please horror movie men, save me!

[sorchathered]

Alright babes, I’ve decided.

I’m gonna participate in kinktober!

Requests will be for Bob, Jake, Ryan from Yellowstone, Rhett, Walker from Yellowstone, Elliot Stabler, Sonny Carisi, Dean Winchester, and Ben Mears.

Make your requests! I’m ready for the filth! 🥵

[olympain]

You have no idea what I've been through, how much I have been holding back.

[lydiabeckoned]

Panic at the Disco’s “It’s almost Halloween”

[cirqueclownz]

Erin Maxick/dusty @ live in denver

[saturnplaza]

𝐌𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 // 𝓐 𝓡𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽

I've finnally finished and posted the Ryan fic I've been working on! I really like this one and I enjoyed writing it, hopefully all who read enjoy it aswell.

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This is set in 2009, in a universe where Panic! At The Disco never existed.

It also follows a first-person perspective.

I also did a diary entry thing, hopefully, that part is easy to follow, I captioned them with a date so hopefully that helps differentiate them from regular text.

!!WARNINGS!!

In this fic, there is a lot of talk on mental health. Specifically the reader//Main character's health. What they are diagnosed with is not specified.

They do spiral slowly throughout the story and go through a lot most of which is due to their self-sabotaging behaviors.

What the Reader//Main character is going through in the beginning is based on personal experience (but a little dramatized for effect.)

I apologize if the part when they get help is off, I don't have experience with it so it's a little harder for me to go off of normally I wouldn't apologize for such a thing but since it's a heavy topic I feel like I should.

CW: Alcohol, Self Deprivation, Cheating.

To all those who dislike Brendon Urie, he is in this fic, playing the role of best friend, so I apologize if you don't like him. Hopefully, that doesn't stop you from reading it or ruin it for you.

Also sadly no Spencer cause I couldn't find where to work him into the plot.

Word Count: 7,060

With all that being said, I present to you:

Kudos and Comments are greatly appreciated <33

[bullet-prooflove]

Every time I see you lying next to me in this room I stop and thank the good lord for blessing me with you

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gatefleet @hal3ynicol3 @racerchix21 @soultrysworld

You’ve fallen asleep, Walker can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his own as he cradles you close, his lips brushing over your hairline. He’s lost count of how many nights he fantasied about this when he was in prison, the press of your bare skin, your limbs tangled up in his.

He’s missed you intensely over the past seven years, you’re laugh, your smile, the way you would always give him that look when you were up on stage playing the, like he was the only man in the world.

You’re the only woman whose ever been able to do that to him, whose seen his scars, lived his journey, who understands him on a level that transcends the man that everyone sees on the surface.

He can’t explain how much it hurt to cut you loose all those years ago, how it felt like he was cutting out a part of his soul but it was the best thing for you he had thought. He was looking at almost a decade in prison and he knew you’d wait, because you, you’d stuck by him his entire life. The drugs, the drink, the stints in rehab. You’ve been the only constant throughout his entire life.

“You have to live a life without me.” He had you told during the first and last visitation. “Go out into the world, make music, find a man who loves you, one that isn’t as fucked up as me.”

You’d tried to fight him, to argue that there couldn’t be anyone else, there was him and only him and that’s when he realised, he had to be the one to let you go. He’d terminated visitation after that, hoping it would give the clean break you deserved. That’s when you’d started to write the letters, one every few months for seven years, detailing you’re exploits out in the world, the adventures you were having playing fiddle around the country, the life you were leading without him. He had never written back, not even he received his release date because he hadn’t wanted to intrude, to disrupt the life you had built without him.

He'd been out three months when you turn up at the bunkhouse, you’d heard from a another musician who’d seen him playing at an open mic night in Bozeman, his first one since prison.

He’d known the moment he’d laid eyes on you, that nothing had changed, not for him and not for you. You’re both still as recklessly in love as you’ve always been.

His fingertips trail lightly over the tattoo on your left shoulder, a heart with two music notes, one for him and one for you. He has the same one inked upon his chest, a symbol of a love that will never die.

You stir in your sleep, nuzzling into the curve of his throat and he closes his eyes sighing contently. His road it’s always been a hard one and you’ve always been right there, holding his hand, walking it with him.

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[avaryy]

ryan ross, live in chicago 16/?: pas de cheval