Insane-from-reality - Teenage Queen

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did anyone else ride around on the vacuum cleaner when they were kids?

It’s not easy being Gold. Always a smile, sharp and glittering. Always an attitude, bright and cocky. Always charming, sexy, beautiful, but never calm, soft.

It’s too much. He’s breaking down.

Take a break, they say. If it’s not fun anymore, that defeats the purpose.

Because he knows it’s all a game. It’s a game where their lives are risked, but that makes it all the more fun. He’s not gonna take a break.

Try a different angle, they suggest. A different mask, a different brand.

Rose Gold.

Softer, gentler, calmer. It’s a change the city is not expecting. It’s a change his clients are not expecting.

It’s a change his enemies are not expecting.

They target the boy who was golden, now tinged with pink. They look at his new weaknesses and try to exploit them.

They don’t realize he’s twice as dangerous. Because he’s comfortable again. He’s back to playing his game.

And metal has sharp edges, but roses also have thorns.

First in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @cutehaywood

[Ins.]

Welcome to a weird fucking place

HELLO. My name’s Erika, I made this out of boredness.

I know lots of people love Ryan Haywood for the looks, the smart humor, the voice (oh man that voice)….but there’s one thing I will always remember about Ryan:

That scream he did on that Survivors Let’s Play

Michael jones everyone

pRETTY GIRL WhATS  YOUR NAMe WHATS YoUR NUmbEr

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

[AO3]

A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.

It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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this town breaks people, don’t you know? but he’s a firecracker, that boy. crackling spitfire mouth over freckled porcelain, shows up piss drunk to a fight and leaves with knuckles worn red, happiness violent-smeared across his face and you think, beautiful, you think, destructive, and you think he is invincible. he holds his chin high, teeth sharp. head cocked just so, eyes hard like bullets. bandages wrapped like a promise. fists like a prayer. it is not until you see the fuse stamped out, not until the fight comes to him and he’s too sober for it, not until you have to teach him how to cry, to spill sorrow without shaking apart that you realize not everyone has the luxury of being vulnerable. so slot your mouth against his, that boy you love. smoke the unfurling terror out from inside his gut. wrap your arms around him and think, like a promise, think, like a prayer, think, be safe be safe be safe. it is hard to live in this town, don’t you know? it is easy to survive. see, that boy, he holds his chin high as though treading water. he lowers it only to kiss you.

CODEPENDENCY // h.x.l. (for @firstnameagent)