#greasersbro

[emptiedstage]

       he really shouldn’t drink, it was hardly going to end well -- especially with how intense his feelings were currently, the feelings he wasn’t really supposed to be expressing. the gig had gone so well too, and they’d all decided to stay later than planned and get a little bit rowdy, or in grant’s case -- far too rowdy. sid only had to speak to another male for his temper to start flaring up, and though logan had done his best to keep him away, it hadn’t lasted long at all. both patrick and logan ended up dragging him out of the pub, sending their apologies the owner and bouncers’ way. ‘there’s one place we’ll never get booked at again’ logan muttered, rolling his eyes at his friend’s ridiculous behaviour. “didn’t you see how he was all over him? and he didn’t do shit about it!” he argued his case, and considering they were all supposedly just friends, it hardly made sense. even if patrick was well aware of the other male’s feelings for their band mate. grant was so stuck in his own little world that he hadn’t even noticed that sid had appeared by logan’s side. “it’s ridiculous! we’re meant to be here to have a good time, and we can’t even do that without someone trying to sit on one of our dicks!” he really needed to calm down.  / @greasersbro

[intcrdire]

jonas had told cain he was going outside for a quick smoke before they went on with the plans he had for them and their little weekend away. in truth, he’d gone down the hall to cain’s family’s room where he was getting ready for their wedding while beth went to help cain get ready; and actually tell him that he was getting married in a few hours. letting herself into the room, bethany placed the garment bag on the table before making her way into the living room where cain was seated. “hey, big brother.” she sat herself with him, arm resting on the back of the couch. “so, big things are happening today. in case you weren’t aware, jonas is a giant shithead, but i’m pretty sure you’ve known that for a while now. he’s also really big on surprising you, apparently, which is why he’s gone and i’m here. basically, sneaky little shit has had something in the works for a while now. mum and dad are here, dani and grayson are, too. landon and oak and all them as well. you’re getting married today.” // @greasersbro 

[sunsetsvibe-archive]

     he’s on edge, but there hasn’t been a day for the past five years where he hadn’t been, so it’s something he’s become used to. almost something he felt naked, without. ever since he’d reached the tender age of twenty one; ever since he’d lost his father, he’d been extremely protective of those he loved. from his little brother, elvin; to every cast member he worked with and trained, to the moment he’d met carter, he’d felt the urge to defend and protect. so, even though carter was awake the fears remained there; the fact he’d failed to protect him once meant that those feelings had been heightened completely. and now, if you looked up the word overbearing in the dictionary, there would no doubt be a picture of otto right next to it. he was, and he couldn’t help himself; didn’t even know how to begin to change the way he acted and reacted. in his eyes, he’d almost lost carter once -- and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

    “how’re you feeling now?” he asks once his rehab session had ceased, and they’ve left the hospital. his eyes are entirely focused on the man as he opens the door to the car for him. he’d be there every step of the way, and he’d turn up to every rehab session and he’d be -- way too much. “should we go get food? or just go home? i’m feeling hungry, but we can always make something at home.” is he rambling? that answer would be a solid: yes. | @greasersbro 

[chokedsilence]

          there’s  a  camera  in  one  hand   &   a  duffel  bag  hooked  over  his  shoulder , hair  rampant  against  his  forehead .  emerald  eyes  survey  their  surroundings ,  the  moss   &   the  broken  branches ,  the  abandonment . truly ,  he  has  had  better  ideas .  elwood  raises a  brow  at  the  floor , lip  curled  in  mild  distaste for  the  environment ― no  matter  how  much  the  paranormal  &  things  that  go  bump  in  the  night  interest  him ,  right  now ,  he’s  much  more  interested  in  what  the  rain  will  do  to  his  hair .   ❝ ― look  ...  are  we  sure  this  is  something  we  should  be  doing?  i  genuinely  do  not  want  to  die .  ❞

@greasersbro / closed starter. ♡

[loveisliquor]

@greasersbro

she has a plan for her evening. embarrassing yet comfortable bunny pajama set--ice cream--bridget jones diary. she knows she won’t be interrupted-- everyone knows that mondays are her official leave rani the fuck alone days-- when she leaves the lab early and indulges herself. at first she thinks the knock on her door is a fluke--but it seems to be a persistent one. she scrambles to the door-- ice cream in hand with a small frown on her lips. 

“you know you're completely ruining my evening-- i have one rule--” 

the sight that meets her quite literally takes her breath away. it’s like staring at her very own ghost--and for once she’s completely speechless.

“okay... definitely better than bridget jones diary... what?” she blinks once--twice. “what are you doing here? i thought you said you’d be 2 months?” her voice is almost squeaky by the time she finishes her sentence and she wraps her arms--ice cream and all around them. 

“oh bugger it all-- i might cry-- you’re-- here?”

[brutedivine-a]

“i’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to be in here unless you’ve scheduled an appointment. i’m a very busy woman and i simply cannot make time for everyone.” her voice is monotonous and steely as dismisses the person in front of her with a wave of her hand. she’s said the exact same sentence a million times over throughout her tenure as a senator, and she’s gotten quite good at it. her focus remains on the papers in front of her as she sifts through the countless memos and bills, running a hand through her dyed blonde locks. she’s already been having a very frustrating week, and the person who had barged their way into her office certainly isn’t making it any better. “look, i don’t want to get security involved but —” her voice cuts off and her eyes widen when she finally tears her eyes away from the papers and gets a good look at the face in front of her. “bryce. hi. it’s... — what - what are you doing here?”

@greasersbro

[fiercecomets-archive]

  He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid his eyes upon her; never in his wildest dreams however had he envisioned her wanting him back. He found himself taking advantage of the fact they happened to work in the same place over and over again, always so desperate to be alone with her; to be pressed against her. She seemed stressed about something or other, and it caused a smirk to curl onto his lips - dimples to implode in his cheeks. He was sure he’d be able to help her with that. As she passes his way he grips at her hand; quickly pulling her into the broom cupboard. “Hey,” is all he’ll say before his lips press to her own; hands gripping at her sides. “You seem a little stressed,” he’ll pout into the kiss, fingers crawling down her stomach. “Anything I can do to help you with that?”// @greasersbro

[intcrdire]

she’d been laying in her hospital far too long now, but she wasn’t allowed to go home yet, which was absolutely killing her. at this point, she was partially considering bribing her ex husband to let her go. putting her phone down at the sight of her niece, alaska sat herself up carefully, propping herself up on the pillows. “finally, some fucking entertainment in this place. i’m losing my shit. come here, tell me everything that’s happened while i was out. how’s my good mate reggie doing? he probably hates me.” // @greasersbro