FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

she sits at the base of her bed ,     biting down hard on her bottom lip as she stares out towards her wall ,  a mural of old memories  :  things soft ,  pastel colors  ––  things gentle ,  red hair & darling freckles .  it’s pulling at her ,  something indescribable and heartwrenching  /   heartbreaking  ––  don’t look at me like that ,  she begs photographs .  don’t look at me like that .  DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE I KILLED YOU .  like i did this to you   ––   i’m sorry ,  i did ,  i did ,  i did .  her blankness starts to crack ,  little tears in an otherwise smooth surface .  you’re breaking .  your seams aren’t so strong as you think they are .  a gasp escapes her ,  the first of a series ,  of mouth hung open as she tries to swallow the sound of her crying .  don’t let them know ,  don’t let them know ,  YOU  DON’T  DESERVE  YOUR  MOTHER’S  HUG .  YOUR  BROTHER’S  SYMPATHY .  you don’t deserve any of it . 

she feels a red type of warmth circulating in her cheeks ,  near and around her eyes ,  tears welling & beginning to threaten their own fall .  you’re breaking .  the words repeat and she finds herself rolling her eyes at herself ,  as if to stop them with a gesture ,  a reminder  :  this is useless .  useless .  useless .  a broken record of a word ,  repeating syllable after syllable until she’s heaving  ––  her breaths heavy and consuming ,  chest fluttering and body numbing .  

out of the corner of her gaze she spots the telephone ,  something taunting  :  who would you call ?  BARBARA ?  she’s gone .  STEVE ?  –––  he’s gone .  you pushed him .  you pushed them both .  but it’s late ,  and she’s scared to tell it ,  the same repetitive narrative ,  to the only person she believes she has left .  she can’t call jonathan .  she can’t let him know she’s so guilty ,  SO DISGUSTING .  she can’t let anyone know .  the thought sends a sort of shaking sensation throughout her and she feels jittery ,  on edge ,  the carpet becoming little knives to stab her with ,  to push her up and off the ground ,  back onto her bed and leaning towards the telephone . 

it’s instinct which has her dialing ,              and she doesn’t really think too hard about it before she hears the sound of it ringing  –––  teeth grazing at the edge of her lip and free hand moving to wipe away tears .  ‘  pick up  ––––  pick up ,  pick up ,  pick up ,  ’ she begs ,  a whisper ,  something like a prayer .  the feel of speaking calms her ,  already ,  something to be grateful for but she isn’t sure will last .  ‘  steve –––– ?  ’

           ❛     just do it yourself ,   @ninjaliike​ .   ❜     as much as johnny had told himself he was gonna work hard this year ,    he really doesn’t care anymore .    HE DOESN’T SEE THE POINT OF IT .    success feels limited ,   really ,    when everything else in your life is a chaotic mess .    he’s still got bruises ,    people still look at him like he’s been through some major accident ,   and he hates it .    the last thing he wanted was to be paired up in class with a guy he doesn’t even like all that much .

CO  -  STARRING  @ninjaliike​  AS  STEVE  HARRINGTON:     it’s  not  exactly  secret,  it’s  just  hidden  by  stuff.

@ninjaliike​  said  :  ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜

(     *     @ninjaliike​ said:     what’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose?        ).    

'  oh  steve—they’re  beautiful.  ’   fingers  trace  gently  against  the  petals  of  the  bouquet  now  resting  in  her  arms,  a  soft  smile  pulling  at  her  lips  one  moment  and  stretching  across  her  face  the  next.  it’s  hard  not  to  be  happy—not  with  fresh  flowers,  not  when  they’re  her  favorite  flowers  ( sunflowers  were  just  so  cheerful ),  and  especially  not  when  he’s  pressing  a  soft  kiss  to  her  lips.  smile  is  still  intact  when  he  pulls  away,  slight  flush  to  her  cheeks.   ‘  let  me  put  these  in  a  vase—I’ll  be  right  back.  ’   she’s  quick  with  the  kiss  she  presses  against  his  cheek,  doesn’t  linger,  instead  chooses  to  pivot  on  her  heel  and  head  toward  the  kitchen—but  not  without  casting  a  quick  glance  over  her  shoulder,  still  beaming,  still  happy.