#brokenwings1989

(this was quite a challenge, I just want you to know lol)

Bill

Ben

Mike

Stan

Bev

Richie

Eddie

@brokenwings1989​ || meme || accepting [ love letter ]  to give my muse a love letter (15 ur old Stanny) ---  valentine’s inbox memes

As soon as he saw the other boy approach Bill brightened the way he always did whenever he saw Stan. “Hey--- What’s th-that?” He asked, noticing that his friend had something in his grasp that he both looked like he was trying to hide and also trying to show him. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was for him to hand him a letter. 

@brokenwings1989​ || meme || accepting [ DEFEND ] --- [ DEFEND ] : sender verbally defends and protects receiver from an enemy. (i.e. “if you want them, you’ll have to go through me.”)

“S-Stan don’t---” Bill began, hand reaching out for the other’s shoulder. He was used to being mocked for his stutter --- among other things --- and this time was no different. Normally he was the one stepping in for his friends when the other kids went too far and he honestly hadn’t expected Stanley Uris to speak up on his behalf. It was hard to feel too upset by the bully’s words when he was too busy being shocked. 

“It’s n--not worth-worth it.”

@brokenwings1989​  "Tell me, bluebird, what's got you so annoyed today? Writer's block or something else?" Stan questioned as he entered his husband's office. He shifted the seat the writer occupied and placed himself on his lap, draping his arms around Bill's neck.

His arms opened to welcome his husband into them as the other man settled himself onto his lap. With a sigh he leaned in, letting his forehead rest against Stan’s shoulder while he did his best to push away the frustration so that his lover didn’t have to deal with his terrible mood more than he already was. “There’s just a lot I have to do and these meetings are just going around in circles.” He didn’t want to do anymore of them, but he knew that there were more coming up in the week. 

@brokenwings1989​ ​ Stan wrapped his arms around Bill’s midsection and buried his face between his love’s shoulder blades. “I love you, bluebird.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to his back. “You wanna cuddle in the room, on the bed or on the couch?” He asked, tone soft.

He could always count on Stanley to be there for him when he was feeling down. Or anything other than good. Bill hated being a burden to anyone especially his boyfriend, but sometimes he couldn't keep everything in. And if he wanted his lover to rely on him when things got tough or he was having a bad day, so it would be hypocritical for him not to do the same.

@brokenwings1989​ || meme || accepting “Can I– uhh, kiss you?”

The party had been raging for a while now with everyone good and drunk by this point in the evening. Everyone including his boyfriend Stan who had somehow forgotten they were dating and was now asking him permission to kiss him. They were usually all over each other as it was, which made this especially funny to Bill. Plus there was the fact that he was equally inebriated and therefore things were naturally just that much more hilarious.

“Stan, babe,” he began, a giggle still evident in his voice, “you know we’re dating right? You can kiss me whenever you want to.” And he hoped that the other would make good on that because all Bill really wanted right now was to be kissing his boyfriend.

@brokenwings1989​  Stan’s lips twitched in a smile as he wrapped his arms around Bill’s middle. “Hey, bluebird.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to just below his ear. “Mind if I steal you?” He asked as a mischievous smile crossed his lips.

When he had told his husband that he was out in their backyard had suspected that he would be joined sooner rather than later. Or at least once Felicity went down to sleep. He had been experiencing a little bit of writer’s block and one of his favourite ways to get his creativity flowing again was through painting or sketching. Playing the piano sometimes worked too but he knew that their daughter would be going to bed soon and he didn’t want to keep her up.

His own smile unfurled when he felt the familiar touch of Stan’s arms wrapping around him. The author’s own hand lifted to cover his lover’s arms as the kisses were pressed to his skin. “I don’t mind at all if I’m going to be getting more of those kisses,” he teased, turning his head to hopefully catch the taller man’s lips with his own.