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whats my type? oh you know, suicidal white boy with a leather jacket who can sing
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whats my type? oh you know, suicidal white boy with a leather jacket who can sing
I wish footloose had a fandom that wasn't just 40 year old white moms
Im guessing that since dancing was illegal, homosexuality would be too, so is this a "two birds, one stone" thing or...
Heyyy. Can I request for a Ren McCormack x girlfriend!reader where she snuck out to see Ren. They have like a smoke or something. And she starts talking about college and how she wants to dance again, but due to Shaw Moore's rules, no one can in Bomont, Utah. And Ren tells her that he will always be by her side and will never let jer down and will follow her till their last breath. maybe make it fluff and a little angst where she gets a little emotional? Thanks!
₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹Promises
Summary: Ren makes promises for the future with you
Pairing: girlfriend!reader x Ren McCormack
Warning: Fluff and small angst
Notes: This is so cute and sweet. Enjoy!
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The town of Ren McCormack didn’t sleep so much as it held its breath.
You were pretty sure that was the only reason you managed to slip out unnoticed.
The screen door of your house creaked when you eased it shut behind you, wincing as you paused in the cool night air of Bomont.
The streetlights flickered like they were judging you. Like the whole town was.
Ren was already waiting by the old pickup near the abandoned warehouse, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, hair ruffled by the wind.
When he saw you, his whole face changed — that soft, crooked grin that made the risk worth it.
“Took you long enough,” he teased quietly.
“You try sneaking past my mom without sounding like a criminal mastermind,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop smiling.
He leaned against the truck and pulled out a cigarette. “You sure?”
You hesitated for half a second — not because of the cigarette. Because of everything. Then you nodded and stepped closer.
The flame briefly lit his face as he cupped it against the wind. He took a drag, then passed it to you.
Your fingers brushed, lingering longer than necessary. You inhaled, coughed immediately, and he laughed under his breath.
“Real smooth.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, but you were laughing too.
For a while, you just stood there, shoulders touching, sharing the smoke and the silence.
The stars over Bomont looked brighter out here — like they were showing off what freedom was supposed to feel like.
“I’ve been thinking about college,” you said finally.
Ren glanced at you, serious now. “Yeah?”
“I want to go somewhere far. Somewhere people don’t look at you like you’re doing something wrong just for… moving.” Your voice wavered slightly. “I want to dance again, Ren. Like really dance. Not just in my room with the door locked.”
The words tumbled out faster now.
“I miss it. I miss feeling like my body belongs to me. And here it’s like…” You swallowed. “It’s like it’s a sin to be happy.”
You didn’t say his name, but you didn’t have to. Everyone in town knew who set the rules. Shaw Moore and his iron grip on Bomont’s morality.
Ren flicked the cigarette away and turned to face you fully.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Your eyes were glossy now, and you hated that they were. “What if we never get out? What if this is just it? What if I never dance again?”
His hands came up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes before the tears could fall.
“You’re going to dance,” he said firmly. “I don’t care if it’s in New York or Minnesota or the middle of some stupid cornfield. You’re gonna dance.”
A shaky laugh escaped you.
“And I’ll be right there,” he continued. “I’ll sneak into every recital, every audition, every stage you step on. I’ll sit in the front row and embarrass you on purpose.”
“You would not.”
“Oh, I absolutely would.”
You smiled, but the tears spilled anyway. He wiped them away like they were nothing.
“I’m serious,” he said, forehead resting against yours now. “I’m not going anywhere. You wanna go to college? I’ll help you apply. You wanna leave Bomont? I’ll pack the truck myself. You wanna dance till your feet bleed? I’ll be there with bandages.”
Your breath hitched.
“I’ll follow you till our last breath,” he whispered. “And I will never let you down. Not ever.”
The wind moved between you, but he was warm — steady. Real.
“You promise?” you asked, small.
“Cross my heart.”
You leaned into him then, arms wrapping around his waist, face buried in his chest. He held you tight like he was trying to shield you from the whole town.
For a moment, Bomont didn’t feel so suffocating.
It felt temporary.
And with Ren’s heartbeat steady under your ear, you let yourself believe that one day, under brighter lights than these flickering streetlamps, you’d dance again — and he’d be right there, exactly where he promised to be.
Can we talk about how close Ren and Willard get in such a short time? They're soulmates. Platonic or not, whatever you'd like to believe.
In the 2011 footloose whenever Ren, Willard, and the girls are dancing at the bar Willard gets real jealous when that random guy is all up on Rusty. And rightfully so, but bro doesn't even bat an eye AT ALL when Ren dances with Rusty, even with their faces so close.
He trusts Ren, and he just laughs at the action. Like?? If anyone else did that to his girlfriend, he would have at least said something, right? But that's the point.
He and Ren are close and become best friends because they get along so well. They get each other, and even after being friends for a short time, Willard trusts Ren enough and doesn't think twice about the action.
And that's just one instance in that movie where you just KNOW that they're close.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
Maybe He's No Romeo
Rated teen | Willard x Ren | fluff/angst | uncompleted | 10.1k words
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It was common knowledge that Ariel wanted out.
Always did—in fact she talked so much about leaving her small town that folks half expected to wake up one day to hear the news that she had up and left in the middle of the night.
So it made perfect sense that she'd want to move across the country to go to college, somewhere far away from the watchful eyes of her father. What people didn't expect was for Ren to follow right after her.
Could Ren McCormack solve the Kira murders?
Could catch Kira, would survive
Could not catch Kira, would survive
Could catch Kira, would not survive
Could not catch Kira, would not survive
the highschool im going to performed footloose the musical. here are my thoughts
I LOVE IT omg i love footloose oh my GODDDD
ren mccormack and willard hewitt are literally gay for eachother wdym
forget ariel and rusty let me have my gay people dude
THE AMOUNT OF TIMES THEIR LIPS WERE SO CLOSE TO EACHOTHERS
ren × willard guys
the performers of ren and ariel were bf and gf tho so it made the chemistry look real which was kinda cool
but still. YOURE TELLING ME YOU TAUGHT YOUR BOY BEST FRIEND TO DANCE AND WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO DANCE WITH HIM AND YOU DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM??????
ren mccormack is so me core