ryan warwick

x ryan warwick 21 prelaw what screws us up most in life is the picture that others think its supposed to look like. never have regrets, at one point, everything that you did was exactly what you wanted

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fckellict:

alexyikes:

Alex was more than half asleep against his boyfriend. If anything he was in the stage of going to turn away from Ryan and cuddle into the pillow and call it a night. He would try to understand the movie another day. He wasn’t even paying attention to what Ryan was saying until he felt Ryan move. His body fell onto the mattress and he moaned, shaking his head as he reached out for Ryan. “No Ryan, please,” he whispered, going to sit up and rub his eyes. (He thought it was suddenly four am and Ryan was about to leave to go run or something). “Please pick me over Del this once. Please.”

elliot wasn’t really ashamed of calling ryan; in fact, he was probably used to the sporadic drunken calls from her. the part she forget to expect was the high probability of alex being there. she could sense that he was concerned with her drinking, but she usually brushed it off. she just sighed softly and took a drag of her cigarette, plopping down in the grass to sit on the front lawn of the house party she had been at.

“yeah, i’m okay, i guess. it’s kind of a bummer that i didn’t find someone to take me home.” she giggled into the phone, “but i’ll just sit out here and wait for you. thanks, ry.” she murmured, hanging up and taking another few drags of her cigarette as she struggled slightly to send him her location.

Ryan was glad that Elliot was okay, he told her to wait where she was and ended the phone call. Curling his arms around Alex he smiled, kissing his temple and whispering in his ear. “It’s not, Del, baby. It’s Elliot, she’s drunk and stranded. I’m going to go get her, do you want to come with me?” He kissed his cheek this time and proceeded to climb out the bed. He was wearing his boxers and pulled on some gym shorts and a t-shirt. He attempted to fix his hair in the mirror before turning back to the bed. “You can stay here if you’d like? But I’d love it if you came with me?” He smiled, leaning down on Alex’s side of the bed and kissing him on the lips this time. “We can even stop off at Starbucks if you want?”

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rustysilver:

Rusty smiled sadly, nodding in agreement although he didn’t know, he didn’t understand. His problems always seemed rather large in magnitude. Something small didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary when it came to relationships… friendships, even. “I’m glad you’re okay, for what it’s worth.” He said softly, meaning it. “I was cruel when Alex told me you were fighting… but I am glad. You two belong together, you deserve each other.” He shrugged lightly at Ryan’s question, unsure of how to answer. “I hope we’re okay, I think we might be eventually. I’m trying to make things right, I really am. I just… I hope he can forgive me.”

Ryan smiled gratefully. “Thank you, I’m glad too.” From speaking to Alex, he knew roughly what had gone down between the two, but he didn’t really understand it all -- he knew that Rusty had been cruel. The more he got to know Rusty he realised how temperamental he was -- how one little thing could offset his mood and he could completely change -- maybe it was the drugs or maybe it was just who he was as a person.  “I knew that you’d been a tad mean, but I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of arguments. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” 

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alexyikes:

Alex rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Ryan after they were done kissing. He wasn’t a king if anything he was a damn pauper and Ryan was the fucking king.

Alex shrugged, and gave him an innocent look. “Oops?” He asked softly, not he wasn’t even really all that worried about it. He was basically Ryan’s maid with always having to clean up after him. Ryan must have had a maid in New York because he was sure Ryan seem to think they were going to magically pick themselves up and be placed into the laundry and be cleaned. Ryan was truly blessed he had Alex. And he wondered how he was before they had been dating.

Alex pouted when Ryan got up and left him on the patio. He pouted until Ryan was inside before sighing and took his seat again. He knew Ryan had something up his sleeve and he wasn’t too sure if he wanted to know. He was dating the captain of the swimming team after all. He was sure Ryan would be coming out in some type of speedos and really he wondered if they would actually get to the yacht or if the hammock would be good enough.

He looked up when Ryan can up and paused, blinking. He stood up and walked around Ryan, circling him before standing in front of him before laughing. “Oh my god,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I shou- Ry you look like a fuck boy.”

Ryan’s concerns were on the thoughts of his boyfriend when he had said it. If he knew Alex as well as he thought he did, he was hoping that he would come down in some sort of skimpy speedo or a mankini or something. But Alex would have to let his wild thoughts wait until later -- although Ryan had every intention of getting his body out on the yacht. What was the point else?

Ryan came down the stairs, his shorts tight around his arse and his muscles defined through his shirt. He slid the sunglasses of his polo and placed them on his eyes -- his hair sitting perfectly on his head. 

Ryan couldn’t help but laugh at the response he got from his boyfriend. “Oh you know it, baby. The only thing is -- your the only boy that I want to fuck.” he took off the glasses, winked in Alex’s direction and walked over. He straddled Alex’s lap and began imitating a lap dance. But stopped before Alex got too excited. “We best get going -- I can’t wait to get out and enjoy today. I’ve already text Bob to grab us some food to take with us.” 

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delaneymatthews:

After two hours sitting in an exam hall, in the sweltering heat. Delaney was desperate for a refreshment, spotting her friend and co-captain she knew he was in dire need of the same. The campus cafe being nearer than the dorms, she invited him to take refuge with her. After ordering and receiving her drink, she sat down. Winding down from the stress, she stayed silent for a couple minutes.  

Delaney had recently taken an interest in instagram, she was late on the bandwagon with following influencers, still stuck in the days where it was purely about keeping up with friends. Searching the explore page, she scrolled past a number of summery party pictures. Not someone who usually has a taste for such situations, she had ignored the desire. But with everything becoming more stressful, the past two weeks dedicated to taking care of Rusty, and missing lectures and a few of her practises, she wasn’t quite so afraid of breaking the norm.

“This looks like it could be fun,” She mused. Turning her phone to show Ryan the picture, that had caught her in a day dream. A group of friends dressed up, in a fancy club, sipping champagne. “I mean, it’s probably just for show. Clubs don’t look like that, at least none of the ones I’ve been too. Which aren’t many…” Delaney could imagine it was the type of place Ryan had attended, and it proved even more to be the sort of venue she could only dream about. 

Exam season was always nearing the hottest time of the year, it was exhausting having to revise and sit exams in the boiling hot weather -- it was probably Ryan’s least favourite thing about college. A quick hand ran through his hair as his -- now messy -- handwriting came to an end on his paper. He closed it and stood up, walking out of the exam hall. It felt as though he was spitting feathers from his mouth being so dry. As he headed out, he spotted Delaney walking out as well. 

Before she had said a word, Ryan blurted out. “I need a fucking drink, I’m boiling.” accompanied with a short laugh. Making their way to the canteen and grabbing a drink was the best decision he had made all day. Sitting opposite Del with his soda in front of him, he took a sip -- trying to process the events of today, as well as trying to de-stress from his exam. Ryan pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Alex, letting him know that his exam had gone okay and he would be home later. Also to wish him luck, as he had an assessment that day, and he wanted to be a supportive boyfriend. 

When Del’s phone was thrust over for him to observe, he smiled, looking intently at the photograph being shown. “It is fun.” he replied, laughing. “some clubs do look like that, but they’re not cheap.” Ryan laughed. “We’d have to head properly into the city to find one like that.” 

It was as though a wave of inspiration had washed over him. (He wished this would’ve happened in his exam.) “Why don’t we go and check it out? Let’s be honest after what we’ve just been through in that exam room. We deserve it.” he took another sip of his cola. “plus, I was sat next to sweaty Stanley, i thought I was going to choke on the smell of BO.” he laughed before taking another sip. “So, what do you reckon, out tonight?” he stood up taking his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Either way, let’s go and stand outside in the sun whilst you decide, I need a cigarette.” 

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Alex: you want me to move in with you.

Alex: I'll move in with you for the summer to see how it goes and if we don't rip each other's heads off I'll move in with you

Ryan: where are you, like, right now?

Ryan: I want to kiss you

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Alex: do you think I would be texting you?

Alex: you're good at negotiations. I have a proposition for you.

Ryan: I'm sure you'd find a way.

Ryan: Correction -- I am the best at negotiations.

Ryan: Ok, my interested is piqued. What's going on?

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Ryan: Yes, Al? Are you ok? x

Alex: you're a pre law major, right?

Ryan: yes, we legit spoke about this yesterday, you know I am😂😂😂

Ryan: please don't tell me you're in police custody?

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Alex: RyanRyanRyanRyanRyanRyanRyanRyanRyan.

Ryan: Yes, Al? Are you ok? x

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rustysilver:

Rusty shifted, irritated by the way Ryan was looking at him. He tapped the side of his can, well aware that if he continued to do so, his drink would be flat the next time he took a sip. Fear, self-loathing. The words made him angry but only because of how close they were to the truth. He managed a half-smile. “I’m sure you’re well within your rights to do so now… I don’t think you need to wait for my next screw up.” He took a sip of his drink, testing the carbonation as he thought on Ryan’s question. “Yes.” He answered honestly. “I do but… I’m not good for her, I know I’m not. And she knows I’m not… she wants to be my friend, Ryan. She told me so herself.” He leaned over to put his can down on his bedside table, the bottom drawer catching his eye. He thought back to his first day of withdrawal, of manipulating Del, convincing her to go to the bathroom so that he could hide his pills from her. The same pills that were still in his pocket. “And maybe that’s smart… at least for now. I don’t know.” He couldn’t hide the hurt, the pain in his chest as he remembered the moment he had revealed the way he really felt. The way she had brushed past his comment, acted as though he hadn’t said anything of importance. “Are you and Alex okay now?” He asked finally, deciding that a change in subject was definitely needed. “He told me you were fighting.” 

Making the decision to ignore Rusty as what seemed to be the start of a pity party was one that Ryan was sure of. He didn’t want Rusty’s pity party to bloom fully, and it was probably best for him if it didn’t -- he sometimes got a little insecure about his relationship -- still not understanding why the captain of the soccer team would ever look twice at him. “Alex and I are fine now, it was just something small we needed to talk out, you know how it is.” he shrugged it off. It was the truth, they were ok. Ryan didn’t want to talk about it too much as he still felt bad about it, like it was his fault. In reality, it was no ones fault. “How are you and Alex? I had heard the same thing.”

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rustysilver:

Rusty smiled softly at Ryan’s description of Del. It was comforting to know somebody saw it too, her beauty and her passion. How incredible she was. “She hasn’t chosen me though…” He said quietly, his insecurities causing his voice to shake. He watched as Ryan moved to sit down, hesitating before sitting on his own bed. “Maybe she chose me once.” He backtracked, realising how quickly they had fallen into their friendship. “But she chose a different Rusty, not this one… I think maybe she feels obligated to help, like sometimes she doesn’t have a choice.” He knew he was being ridiculous, it was something she had even told him herself, but he still had his doubts. She was far too good to him and he was very aware of that fact. He frowned as Ryan continued to speak, realising he seemed to believe Delaney’s feelings were more than platonic. He sighed deeply, chewing on his bottom lip before responding. “It isn’t like that.” He admitted, shrugged resignedly. “We aren’t like you and Alex, Ryan. I want Del to be happy, I want that more than anything. But she doesn’t want to be with me, not like Alex wants to be with you.”

The head tilt that Ryan absentmindedly performed may have come across as patronising, but that was not his intention at all. It was just interesting to listen to Rusty, how could he not know? He thought back to when him and Alex had first met, he did not remember hiding how he felt -- maybe it wasn’t possible to compare them to this specific part of the situation. “That’s where you’re wrong Rusty. She has chosen you. We can see it -- everyone else can. You’re just blinded by it, because i don’t know -- fear, self loathing?” a shrug came naturally as part of the conversation. Was he stepping over the line by saying what he was -- maybe? But it wasn’t in Ryan’s nature to mince his words. 

“Look, mate. If Del is sticking around and helping you through all of this then she has chosen you, she’s chosen to stand by you.” Ryan laughed “But you do realise, if you hurt her I am pretty much contractually obliged to beat the shit out of you.” It was his attempt at a joke -- although he was unsure if this was the right time. 

“Well do you want it to be -- you know -- something more?” Ryan’s raised eyebrow told Rusty that he was expecting an answer, that the question was not rhetorical. 

“also -- when it comes to Alex, I’m pretty sure half the time he doesn’t know whether to hit me or hug me.” he laughed again, trying to diffuse the tension.

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rustysilver:

Rusty nodded in thanks, feeling too awkward to say anything more on the subject. His expression softened immediately at the mention of Delaney and his shoulders dropped. Just the mere thought of her made him feel more comfortable… safer. “She’s okay, I think. She’s… she’s had a lot to deal with.” He looked up at Ryan, suddenly remembering how close they both were. “I didn’t mean to drag her into all of this, you have to believe me. I didn’t want her involved… She deserves so much better, I know she deserves so much better but… she’s been incredible.” He blinked tears out of his eyes, still feeling distinctly overwhelmed by just how much she cared, just how much he owed her. “I love her, Ryan.” He said finally, knowing the weight of his admission wouldn’t be lost.

It was clear how easy the conversation continued at the introduction of Delaney. Rusty’s body language completely change; he was relaxed. Ryan wondered if it was this obvious when someone mentioned Alex to him, obvious that Rusty was in love with Delaney; or at least extremely comfortable with her. 

Ryan’s lips tightened as Rusty spoke, not really know what Rusty expected of him, he did not have to justify anything to him. It was his business at the end of the day. “Look -- Rusty.” Ryan started, adding in a shrug with good measure. “Delaney is a smart woman, she’s talented, intelligent. But, I trust her judgement, and you need to as well. She knows what she wants, and knows what she deserves. If she has chosen you, then you need to accept that, and be happy. I support Del and what she wants one hundred percent.” Ryan brought the can to his lips and took a sip, not knowing what else to say at that moment -- until he realised that the words he’d just spoken applied directly to him. 

“It’s just like me and Al, Rust.” He carried on as he became more comfortable, taking a seat on Alex’s bed, feeling comfort just by the mere smell of it. “I can’t understand why Alex would want to be with me, he’s so perfect, and, well -- I’m not. He’s everything I could ever want, and he chose me. Although I don’t feel like I deserve him, we’ve had this conservation a thousand times. He feels the same. You have to accept the love that they want to give you and reciprocate. That’s all we can do, mate.” Ryan grabbed a pillow and hugged it. “I just want him to be happy.”

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CHARACTER AESTHETIC: THE CELEBRITY

“hollywood is the place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul…”

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rustysilver:

Rusty frowned, his initial response to Ryan’s comment was anger. His words were patronising, they made him feel small and weak. He had to remind himself that he was trying to be supportive, that getting defensive and angry only served to push people away. It was part of the reason he was apologising in the first place. He took a deep breath, trying to repress his emotions. Something that was becoming increasingly difficult as the drugs left his system. “Thank you.” He said again, although it wasn’t as heartfelt this time. He took another drink, tapping the side of his can absentmindedly, looking up at the offer and shooting his friend a small smile. “You don’t have to do that, you don’t need me bothering you two.” He didn’t mention the fact that he knew they had been fighting recently, it probably wasn’t a good idea to bring that up, but he had a feeling Ryan might guess based on his response. “You deserve your space and… I think Delaney has it covered. Not that it’s fair on her either.” 

A small step back and his hands being thrust in his pockets were clear signals that Ryan knew how to take a hint. Rusty wasn’t being rude, and Ryan didn’t see it as that, but he felt that maybe he had come on too strong. The boy was struggling with an addiction, he probably didn’t want the attention of everyone. “well -- ok. but if you change your mind, you’ve got our numbers.” he clapped his hands together and shrugged. “How is Del, I’ve not been able to catch up with her recently, she’s said she’s busy.. I guess now I know why.”

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alexyikes:

Alex wasn’t expecting the tongue action. He opened his eyes and pushed himself back, laughing before wiping his lips. “What the fuck, Ryan,” he laughed and shook his head before reaching out to ruffle Ryan’s hair. “What type of boy do you think I am? You gotta wine and dine me before we go to third base.” He kept his hands on Ryan’s chest, taking in Ryan’s heartbeat more out of a habit now instead of it being anything else plus he loved the feeling of it against his hand. It somehow made this all seemed so much more real.

Alex laughed and rolled his eyes, it was surprising to him still that huge and luxurious brands like that thought that that is what their customers want and it was still surprising to him people actually wanted those types of things in their home. “You’re a hoot,” Alex whispered and laughed before kissing only Ryan’s nose not wanting his tongue down his throat… yet. “Maybe if you called them and say your maid torched it they’d give you another one.” But really he was just happy it wasn’t Rosie who had given it to him.

He hummed and smiled pressing his forehead against Ryan’s. He loved going out of the yacht the first time and really he had kinda missed the open ocean plus the window in what hair he did have. It almost felt like being back in Wyoming just… no mountains. His eyes opened slowly seeing Ryan’s hand on his cheek and smiled, pressing a quick peck to his lips before going to begin climbing off Ryan’s lap. “Hm okay, a lot of white and maybe I’ll just happen to spray some water on you. Who know?” And then winked at Ryan.

A small smirk bestowed Ryan’s face as he heard Alex’s laugh and accompanying comment. “Oh -- I know full well what kind of man you are.” he winked at him. He took Alex’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and placed a soft kiss on Alex’s lips. “You’re a king.” he whispered into Alex’s lips. 

A small slap to Alex thigh let him know that Ryan was almost offended about what he had said about having a maid. He laughed with Alex, he did find the comment a little amusing. “I’m not going to complain about a trashcan.” he rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine, I’ll buy a new one.” 

Ryan’s eyes widened. “Oh, will you?” A quick wink from Ryan was all that he offered. He stood up, kissing Alex’s head before he went and shouted back. “Wait there, i’ll be back.” Ryan smiled. He headed up the stairs and ransacked his wardrobe. He found the tightest white shorts he could find, reaching just about his knee, a white Prada polo shirtwith blue stripes through it, a pair of white Toms, and some Dior sunglasses tucked in his collar. Quickly getting changed he headed back downstairs. 

“So -- what do you think?”

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rustysilver:

Rusty hesitated before reacting to Ryan finishing his sentence for him, taking a moment to collect himself. Eventually he nodded, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything. He was surprised by his expression, he didn’t look angry or even annoyed, only sympathetic. For the first time, he could really see why Alex was with him and he was glad his roommate had found somebody so kind and caring. “You forgive me?” He asked, unable to stop himself. It felt so strange, after worrying so much about what Ryan might do if he knew the truth. After all of the lying. “I… thank you.” He stumbled over his words, almost entirely speechless. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was. He hadn’t been expecting such a warm reaction. “I’m okay,” he said finally. “I’m clean, actually… it’s been two weeks.” He looked back down at his drink, taking a sip to avoid looking back up at Ryan, feeling suddenly self conscious.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to do -- or what Rusty had expected from him. There was no point worrying about the past now. It was all over with. The only thing that hurt Ryan was that he was lied to -- but he would be able to get over that in his own time, he always did. “I forgive you, Rusty.” Ryan offered a small smile. Ryan’s eyebrows shot up upon hearing the news that Rusty was clean. “Well done, bud, that’s great.” he smiled, tapping him on the shoulder slightly. “Let me know if there is anything I can do to help. Both Alex and I, we’re here for you.”

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