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@ryan--ok
To be honest, Carter was surprised the academy was having yet another camping trip after the disaster that came of the last one. He still had the scars on his shoulder from that day, as did Savannah. Occasionally, that day still haunted his dreams, but he did not want to seem affected by it. When he noticed Ryan coming from out of the corner of his eyes, he snapped out of it. “Hey, I hope you know how to set up tents, cause I’m pretty shit at it.”
Who are the most likely to have an unexpected kiss after a heated argument.
Ryan Clarkson and Robb Storm have proven to be big on the kiss-after-argument move, but I could also see this happening between Anouk van Rijn and Carter Zimmerman? Too soon? Maybe. Quote me on this when it happens, because it’s bound to.
Carter Zimmerman Moodboard (6/?)
Carter & ryan--ok : brotp: we almost hooked up once
Ryan / Carter
who wears the ugly christmas sweaters: Ryan does. She tries to get Carter to wear them, but fails.
who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa: Carter makes the hot cocoa because he has a good recipe that his mom made. Ryan picks out the movies after she let Carter pick them out one year…
who starts the snowball fight: Ryan starts it and Carter takes it too far.
who drags the other under the mistletoe: Depends on how many drinks they’ve had.
who decorates the house: They work together. Carter goes all out with the lights.
who hangs up the ornaments on the tree: Carter is usually still working on the lights.
who cooks christmas dinner: Carter makes the sides, while Ryan makes the main dish.
who invites the other to sing a christmas duet: Carter refuses to sing
if they have any holiday traditions: Carter has a lot of traditions he made with his mom.
who would start a food fight during baking: Carter would get annoyed with some comment and would initiate a food fight, but Ryan would as well.
who would get drunk off of eggnog: Hands down: Carter.
♬
The first song is about their first meeting"Gives You Hell" by The All American Rejects
The second song is for how my muse feels about yours now"Collide" by Howie Day
The third song is one that reminds my muse of yours"Shelter" by Birdy
The fourth song is one that my muse would like to sing to yours"La Vie En Rose" by Louis Armstrong
The fifth song is one that my muse feels describes their relationship"Bloodstream" by Stateless
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AU: Where Ryan & Robb were close to getting together
Ryan,
I can’t believe you’re gone. I didn’t want to believe the note you left me. I ran straight to your room. It was almost like you’d never been there. You cover your tracks well. I guess you learned how to — before you came to Clearbrook.
You changed my life, Ryan. Where no one understood me, where everyone judged me you were the only one that actually got what I was going through. And even though you had shit of your own going on, it didn’t matter.
And now you’re gone.
You didn’t even say goodbye. You never gave me a chance to say all the things I wanted to say to you.
Like, how I always loved the way the way you smile, and those dimples formed in your cheeks. Those flecks of gold, you always had a sparkle in your eyes. I always loved the way you sang — even if you hit all the wrong notes sometimes. The way we danced, you never cared what other people thought of us. I loved your curving back. So beautiful, and so strong. The way you laughed. So loud and unafraid.
But most of all, I love your love. The way you showed so much care and affection for everyone around you. And those little moments, when I got to see it.
I don’t know how life will be without you around. God. I hope we see each other again.
I miss you, Ryan.
Yours,
— Robb
i think i sent you two sad songs omg so do this one instead haha! Radioactive - Imagine Dragons :P
AU >> Carter/Ryan
I’m waking up to ash and dustI wipe my brow and I sweat my rustI’m breathing in the chemicals
The day had finally rolled around - the day that a group of Clearbrook students had decided to go out paintballing. Quite a few of them didn’t even know what it was, going up strictly in the more ‘supernatural’ world. Several of those raised in the mundane world, like Carter, decided to remedy that. So all those interested gathered on the paintball field and were armed. A set of rules had been made, no using powers, no physical contact, and teams of two. “Ryan, you’re with me,” she gave him a strange look. “Why would I want you was a partner?”
"Because, clearly, if we work together, we’ll dominate over these bitches," he smirked. Both of them were among the few who had played before. And Carter was actually rather good at it. So she nodded enthusiastically, jumping at the chance to show off to everyone. And as soon as they were released, the pair ran into the course. Ryan started to go a different way from Carter. "No, stop, this way," he directed her with his head. There was a tree with a ledge on it, perfect sniping.
Both of them stayed low. Already five minutes in and both of them were clean, aside from the sweat on their brow. “Carter-”
"Shhh, this is war. We can’t let them hear us," he hissed as he crept along. The female rolled her eyes at how seriously he was taking this, but went along with it and remained quiet.
Soon they were up on the ledge. A full view of the field was presented. The remaining time, both of the witches took out pretty much everyone out, all while being rather obnoxious about it. At least Carter was. He had his own ‘call’ after he shot. And then time was up. They were the last team standing. Now sweating from all the dodging and adrenaline pumping, he smiled at his partner. “You should join my team in case the apocalypse breaks out,” he commented as they headed back towards the equipment room.
No One's Here To Sleep - Naughty Boy feat. Bastille
AU Ryan & Robb
You were always faster than me // I’ll never catch up to you
The Lionstein and Storm families had always been intertwined. Both renown in the magical communities, they were revered as well as feared. The Storm family had many, many skeletons in their closest. Practitioners of dark magic that had birthed a strong, pure bloodline of witches for centuries. Robb had fought his internal instincts for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t like them. He’d never be anything like them.
He simply refused to give in.
But the darkness was always there. Like a monster, lurking in the shadows. Waiting. Calculating. Until the perfect time came to strike.
Robb and Ryan had been happy together for a long time. Together for several years, they’d fallen into a comfortable routine that worked well for both of them. But there was always that electricity between them, a volatile spark. They’d started off as enemies and surprisingly enough transitioned from there into friends. However — that indefinable thing that would elicit a fury inside of them, it never left. Ryan and Robb thrived on their highs and lows. They were either extremely happy and in love or terribly furious and in the dumps.
Today was one of those bad days.
Their penthouse apartment was a mess. Robb let out a low growl, tossing his bag onto the floor. Ryan was never one that took the initiative to clean up, and with their maid on holiday for the week, the house looked like a bunch of college students had trashed the place. After a long, tiring day at work, Robb’s fuse had grown short.
Ryan, in the kitchen, nursed a large glass of red wine, sending daggers Robb’s way upon entering. “You’re late.” She said, her voice ice cold. Robb rolled his eyes, face cast sideways. He wasn’t in the mood for this right now. Not today. The lack of acknowledgement from Robb’s end caused a plate, that lay on the kitchen counter to fly Robb’s way. Ryan too, apparently wasn’t in the best of moods.
"Ryan. Don’t." Robb said, feeling his eyes darken. It were times like these when people ought to tread carefully. "Or what? I’m not scared of you Robb. And you better fucking explain to me why you didn’t bother to call or text or whatever." Ryan stalked off in Robb’s direction. She was looking for a fight, and Robb was getting close to giving it to her.
"Ryan." Robb’s voice had adopted a pleading tone. This was her last chance before the handle flew off. The last moment to back down until there was no going back. "Robb.”
Another plate, collapsed to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. Ryan too, was having trouble keeping her emotions as well as her powers in check. Dangerous territory for a witch.
"Ryan." Same words. Different tone. Robb’s eyes were completely void of emotion as he lifted up his chin to meet Ryan.
Ryan knew what this meant. This wasn’t Robb she was talking to anymore.. This was the Storm descendant inside of him. The witch that reveled in chaos, the witch that was considerably more powerful than the Robb she knew. Her empathy told her she’d gone too far. Because the vibes she got from Robb right now, was that this wasn’t her Robb anymore. This was merely a shadow — a shade of Robb.
He lifted up his hand, a ball of fire hovering in his palm. Ryan’s breathing quickened. “Robb …”
Robb’s eyes were on hers, heavy, fighting to keep himself from doing what every inch in his body wanted to.
"Robb, I’m sorry — please. This isn’t you."
For a long moment, they stared each other down like that, before Robb let out a sigh, as the fireball disappeared from his palm.
"I’m sorry, Ryan." He murmured, faltering back a step before shimmering away. "This is me.” The monster he’d subdued for so long, always came out to play when Ryan tried to get a rise out of him. Their relationship wasn’t healthy. It never was. At a million miles an hour, these thoughts raced through his mind.
"I can’t do this anymore."
And with those words, Robb Storm disappeared in a shimmer. Never to be heard from again.
