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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years ago

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American Dream

Genre: angst with a happy ending/fluff

Pairing: romantic Dukexiety

World: just-out-of-high-school AU

Content: homophobia, threatened abuse from parents (no actual violence), extreme cold, getting kicked out, minor religious talk, getting outed, AIDS and death mention, fluffy Dukexiety because my heart needs it.

Word count: 2.3k

Comments: She doesn’t have Tumblr, but I need to give a shout out to my kiddo for proof reading and beta-ing most of my fics. She pushes me to write more, and even if she won’t see this, I just need to say it.

This fic is inspired by the song American Dream by MKTO.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

The night coolness spread through Virgil like a sickness. It was unforgiving, toxic, seeped with the memories of the evening that curled through his stomach in dark tendrils. Below his bare feet, the sidewalk burned in the way that only ice does, small pebbles digging into his soles. He would do anything for socks. God, why hadn’t he grabbed socks?

Probably for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed shoes.

Please pick up, please pick up, c’mon, pick up already!

His eyes hurt. They already burned with unshed tears that he’d still been too scared to release, and the cool air didn’t help. Crying on the street was a vulnerability he wasn’t ready to face. His lungs burned. He’d been sprinting non-stop for who knows how long. His own panicked gulps for air and the all-too-loud hum of a blinking streetlight were the only sound on the silent street. Virgil had been watching the moths swarm at the fixture for who knows how long, finding odd solace in the fact that at least there was still some life in the darkness. They were still alive, untouched, same as they were yesterday and probably the same as they would be tomorrow, unfazed by the complete turmoil his life had become. And that was somewhat comforting.

“Virgie, you okay? It’s almost midnight!”

Thank fucking god. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain to Remus what had happened. Obviously, Remus would care. That wasn’t a doubt in his mind; that was the only reason he wasn’t anxious as all fuck right now… about the call, that is. He was anxious about approximately everything else. But as soon as the first noise made its way past his lips, the first utterance of a plea for help, everything that he’d been holding back burst forth like a broken dam. He clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the loud sobbing that he suddenly couldn’t contain.

“Shit. Virgil, what happened? I’m coming over. Are you at home?”

That’s the issue. “No,” he gasped, mildly surprised he hadn’t crushed the phone with the way his grip tightened, “I got kicked out.”

“What the fuck?!”

Virgil flinched. “Can… can you come p-pick me up? I’m at the corner of Jackson and Pullard. Please, please, come get me…”

“Yes. Absolutely. I’m on my way. Stay there, okay?”

Virgil hung up reluctantly after agreeing, not wanting his boyfriend to drive while on the phone, even if Remus gladly would have done it. In fact, he’d used to do it all the time; text, eat, do his makeup, all while cruising down the freeway. He’d only put a stop to it when he saw how much it affected Virgil.

He counted down the minutes on his phone, always having been nitpicky with times, knowing that it shouldn’t take Remus more than ten minutes to get there. If he remembered correctly where he was at the moment, that is. Remus had gotten kicked out of his parents’ house in his senior year of high school after a bad fight. They’d never really been great parents, always showing favoritism towards his brother (amongst other things), and he was more than willing to leave. Virgil had tried to beg his parents to let Remus stay with them, but they’d downright refused, calling him a bad influence and a string of other insults that Virgil didn’t even like to think about. God forbid what would happen if they found out the two were dating.

…Well, they did now. And God hadn’t exactly forbidden what they’d done.

But Remus hadn’t had a solid place to live since it had happened almost a year ago. He couch surfed for a while, bouncing between some old friends who had now gone off to college, or just lived in his car. He’d made it work, and had claimed to Virgil that he actually didn’t mind it that much. If he was telling the truth, Virgil wasn’t sure. He’d saved up some money and bought an inflatable mattress that filled up his back seat area, and Virgil was able to give him his family’s old camping stove by convincing them they lost it. It’s not like they’d gone camping since he was a kid, anyways. Last he’d checked, Janus was home for break and Remus was staying with him for the two weeks he was in town, but those two weeks were probably pretty close to done. Unfortunately, Virgil and Janus had never gotten along, so Remus didn’t bring him up. It was a mutual understanding.

As soon as Remus’ car pulled up to the curb, ten minutes on the dot, Virgil basically flung himself into the passenger seat. The car was warm, so so warm, he almost cried again, this time in relief. Remus pulled back onto the road as soon as he was buckled on.

“Vee, what happened?” It wasn’t hard to guess, there were only so many reasons his parents would have to kick him out. He’d narrowed it down to his parent’s finally having it with Virgil’s tattoo artist dream, or… well…

“Someone at my mom’s work found my Instagram. She went up to my mom, basically started gushing about ‘how handsome I was with my boyfriend’. Specifically the picture of us at Pride from a couple years ago.”

“Ah.” Remus knew the picture well. He’d printed it out and it was pinned to the inside of his sun visor.

“Yeah. Mom called my dad, they were both waiting when I got home. Had screenshots and everything. They grilled me about ‘dishonoring God’ and ‘throwing away my life’. Said I was gonna get AIDS. Die before twenty five. Ya know. The whole lecture.”

Remus didn’t. Surprisingly, him being gay was not a concern of his parent’s. His brother was gay too, and they didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He nodded along anyways.

“They went on for so long. It was insane. Then they dropped the whole ‘you’re not our son’ thing-” Virgil’s voice cracked, but he swallowed around the lump in his throat and continued, “I figured this is where it was leading to, them kicking me out? I thought they’d give me time to pack, though. Except my dad started getting physical-”

“HE WHAT?!” Remus was tempted to turn the fucking car around and drive to Virgil’s house, just to give his parents a piece of his mind. He was fuming; fuck, he hadn’t been this mad in a while.

“Relax, Rem. I got out before he could actually land a hit. That’s why I don’t have anything with me. I had to run.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know.” Virgil pulled his feet up onto the seat cross legged, trying to rub some feeling back into them. Luckily, they weren’t bleeding, just cold as hell. That was one less thing to worry about. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course, Vi,” Remus’ voice had taken on a softer edge that he rarely allowed anyone to see, and he reached over to take one of Virgil’s hands into his own, “Speaking of which, why were you on Jackson? That’s, what, three miles away from your house?”

“When I say I ran, I mean literally. I was scared they would follow me.” Virgil shrugged, as if the statement wasn’t the most heartbreaking thing Remus had ever heard. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just ran. That’s why it took me so long to realize I should call you.”

Remus sighed, letting his thumb run against Virgil’s knuckles. “You don’t have to act all brave, Vi.”

“I don’t think I ever saw you cry when you got kicked out.”

“That’s because I didn’t love my parents. I honestly didn’t. I know your parents mean a lot to you. And I’m sorry it went down like it did.”

It was the truth, but he honestly didn’t want to think about it right now. What kind of loving family kicks out their child? Virgil took a shaky breath in and mumbled, “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Okay. Let’s talk about something else. What’s our plan?”

Virgil was quiet for a long moment, as if deep in thought. He watched the scenery fade from his suburban area of town to the darker, rural parts of the town’s edge, not knowing or caring where they were driving. The escape from street lights was nice. “Why do we need a plan?”

Remus’ eyebrows shot up at the sudden playful tone in Virgil’s words. “Oh?”

“I mean, is anything really holding us here?”

“My, my,” Remus crooned, pulling into an empty lot and parking in the furthest spot from the street, “I thought I was the impulsive one.”

“I’m serious, Rem!” Virgil laughed, swatting lightly at Remus’ hand. The happy sound was like music to his ears. “I’m dead serious! What’s keeping us here?”

“Patton? Logan?”

“Both across the country. And you know they’re considering staying there when they graduate.” Janus’ name was an understood thing. They both knew his school was barely an hour from the other two. Even if Virgil couldn’t stand the guy, he knew that Remus and Janus went far back. Judging by Remus’ slowly brightening expression, he could assume that Janus would probably be down to stay there as well.

“Work?”

“I work at Walmart. They won’t miss me. Try again.”

Remus scrunched his eyebrows almost thoughtfully, even though this was maybe the easiest decision he’d ever had to make. Plus, they both knew Remus didn’t really ‘think’ in general. “It almost sounds like you want to take a roadtrip, my little emo.”

Virgil scrunched his nose at the nickname, but let a wider smile spread across his tear stained cheeks. “I kind of do.”

Remus shut the car off, turning to his boyfriend with a shit eating grin. “I like this new side of you.”

“Well…” Virgil’s voice turned sheepish under the almost cheshire cat level expression, “Should we?”

“Let’s make up our minds tomorrow.” Remus stated, gesturing to the mattress behind him, “Sleep for tonight. You must be exhausted, coming up with ideas like this.”

Virgil grumbled under his breath, something about ‘not being a baby’, but clambered into the backseat after Remus, double checking the locks on the doors as he went. The air mattress was comfier than he thought it would be, and it was only made better when Remus pulled him in like a teddy bear, tugging a blanket over them. They both sighed in contentment, then promptly burst out laughing at the synchronicity.

“Oh my god, what have we become?” Remus gasped, pulling Virgil in closer nonetheless. Virgil snorted in response, looking up to meet Remus’ eyes through a haze of sudden exhaustion and amusement. The laughter died down slowly as they both gave in to their fatigue, finishing the day with a slow kiss that left them both breathless. Virgil fell asleep with plans forming and circulating through his mind, the rest of the evening almost forgotten.

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His parents were at work, and Virgil knew their kitchen window didn’t lock properly, which was what led to him stuffing everything he could into a black duffel bag while Remus kept watch from his car. He wasn’t too concerned about the parents coming home, but it gave him ample time to look over the map he’d bought from the gas station that morning and plan a route. He didn’t want to admit that his leg was shaking from pure excitement. This idea had been somewhere in the back of his mind for a long time, but he knew Virgil valued his relationship with his family and liked being near them, so he never brought it up. Granted, the situation wasn’t great, but he considered this ‘making the best of it’. A twisted paradise.

He barely flinched as his trunk was thrown open and Virgil threw his bag inside before hopping back into his seat.

“Okay, so how about we drive up to Maine, apparently the sea food is legendary! Then we cut back through Ohio. There’s literally nothing in Ohio, but we can cross it off the list at least! And then-”

Virgil laughed, cutting him off, “I thought we weren’t planning!”

“Well, we need at least a rough idea,” Remus said with a pout, “What we do there and how long we stay, that’s up to impulse. I was thinking we should try to get through all the states, wouldn’t that be cool?”

Virgil could only nod, leaning forward to kiss Remus again. “Sounds amazing,” he murmured, so close they were almost touching. They’d talked to Logan and Patton earlier that morning, and they were equally as excited for the two of them. Remus had called Janus while Virgil was packing, quickly explaining the situation (and also why Remus had disappeared in the middle of the night), and Janus supported it. Made sense, since he was almost as impulsive as Remus. Plus, he was going back to school in a couple days, so it didn’t make much of a difference. That said, they still didn’t have a time limit. Their friends were just starting second semester, meaning they could schedule themselves to arrive in California for summer break, or they could spend longer on the road. But schedules are for chumps.

As they rolled out of the quaint neighborhood Virgil had grown up in, Remus reached down and took his hand again. “Say goodbye to white picket fences.” And god, the joyful expression on Virgil’s face was enough to make him melt.

By the time they hit the freeway, they were both nearly shaking with anticipation. Virgil stuck his hands out the sunroof, the wind whipping through his hair, and let out a whoop that was almost contagious. This was the start of something amazing, they both felt it.

Cali, here we come.

#lywrites #sanderssidesfanfiction #sanderssides #dukexiety

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novanekoma · 4 years ago

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late nights ☾ bokuto kōtarō

title: late nights

summary: With practice running late for Bokuto, and your uni classes piling on the workload, late nights seem to be common for the two of you, but as it turns out, late nights aren’t so bad with Bokuto by your side.

status: Completed

genre: sugary sweet fluff, college au, some smut towards the end

warnings: it’s soft and sweet, with adorable boyfie Bo, mostly sfw, but the end does get a bit spicy (oral fem receiving)

word count: 3.3k

disclaimer: I do not own haikyuu, any characters, or anything at all really

A/N- I’ve just been itching to write some Bokuto! [please wrap my thirsty ass in those beefy arms, I love him so much] Yeah, so this came out longer and a little spicer than I originally intended, but I hope you enjoy if you decide to read! Please be kind, I haven’t written in a very long time (especially smut), and I’m a little nervous posting this 🥺

Crossposted on AO3 under the same title and username!

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! <3

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A loud groan escaped your lips as your head slammed onto the table. Another groan coming out from that action, but even the dull pain on your forehead was a welcomed distraction. You had been staring at the blank word document in front of you for over an hour, despite the countless amounts of research you’d done for this paper, you were having such a hard time cranking it out. Lifting your head from the table, a pout formed on your lips and another frustrated groan slipped through when you checked the time; you had one day left for this paper, and you needed to get something done tonight so that tomorrow you weren’t scrambling to get it done an hour before its due. Not that, that was a common thing you did. (Yes it was)

Bzzt, bzzt...

You thanked whatever deity for the welcomed distraction and attempted to find your phone amongst the notes and textbooks littered on the kitchen table. Once the device was in your hands, a huge grin lit up across your face when you saw who had messaged you.

You laughed at the last part of the message, even over text Bokuto managed to sound like his usual overzealous self. The upcoming match with the Adlers was quickly approaching and Bokuto and the rest of the boys had been working even harder at their practices, and more often than not, they ran longer than usual, just like tonight.

A dreamy sigh left your lips as your mind went back to your younger days as a Fukurodani manager. Bokuto had always been a hard worker, even during high school where you met, the boy had a work ethic (for volleyball) like no other. The long nights after school hours as you helped Bokuto and Akaashi with training, and the even longer nights during training camps when Kuroo, Kenma, and eventually Tsukki, were thrown in the mix. The only exception being when he slipped into sad mode. A fond smile settled on your lips as you recalled the countless times Akaashi and the rest of the team had called you into practice in order to get Bokuto out of his slumps, which became one of the reasons why you became a manager in the first place.

Some sweet words (and many, many kisses) from you was usually all it took for Bokuto to snap out of emo mode and be ready to take on the world again.

Over the years you eventually learned each of Bokuto’s weaknesses, as Akaashi would call them, and you learned ways to counter them. Speaking of, one thing that always kept Bokuto in a good mood and prevented a morning after sad mode, which tended to happen when he was overtired after having a long day, was having dinner ready for him by the time he came home, even if it needed to be reheated a little bit by the time he got there.

Abandoning your schoolwork (it’s not like you were going to work on that damned paper anyway), you made your way toward the fridge to see what you had in stock. Another grin coming over your features when you saw some beef sitting in the fridge, your boyfriends favourite. A small laugh bursting from your lips as your mind went back to one training camp in particular, where the coaches surprised the boys with some BBQ for all their hard work and practice, and Bokuto, as most of the boys did, had gone absolutely feral over the food. With drool practically pouring from his mouth as he tried to shove as much meat as possible into said orifice.

You don’t think there was ever a time you were called over by so many people to control your ravenous boyfriend.

A happy sigh slipped on your lips, thinking about your adorable (and hot) boyfriend always caused your heart to flutter in your chest and a familiar warmth to spread throughout your body. God, you were so in love with that boy.

You took the beef out of the fridge, you could whip up a quick beef, rice, and vegetable bowl, Bokuto would like it and- the loud growling of your stomach cut off your train of thought- yeah you could use something to eat too. Any thoughts of your paper flew from your mind as you focused on the task at hand, a little pleased grin tugging onto your lips.

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A satisfied noise came from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair, patting your now full stomach. The meal had hit the spot, after eating (and making a large pot of coffee) you were able to get a good portion of your paper done. A loud yawn escaped your mouth and you rubbed your tired eyes. All you had left was another 2 paragraphs and the conclusion, you wanted to do one more section before calling it a night since it was getting close to midnight and you were getting pretty tired.

Bzzt… Bzzt...

A grin lit up your features as you texted Bokuto back, telling him not to worry and that you would be going to bed soon, but his kisses were still waiting for him. Your heart warmed, happy that he was on the way home. Another yawn escaped your lips, one more paragraph then you’d go to bed. You sighed, putting your phone down and facing your laptop, quickly getting to work.

Or at least trying to anyway, your mind seemed more concerned with taking a little nap right here on your laptop between the textbooks around you. You huffed, bringing your hands up to slap the sides of your cheeks in an attempt to wake up.

This was going to be another one of those late nights.

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Bokuto was tired, it had been one of the longest practices of the week, but the late nights were starting to pay off and he could really start to see the changes within his teammates. As quietly as possible, the owl-like man opened the front door to the apartment and closed it just as quietly behind him, his beautiful girlfriend was probably already asleep in bed and he didn’t want to risk waking you up. A quiet groan slipped from his lips as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag at the door, he’d clean that up tomorrow. Thankfully he had the morning off and right now all he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and sleep the rest of the night away.

His attention was quickly caught by the kitchen light that was still on, had you forgotten to turn it off before bed?

A soft smile slipped on his face as he walked towards the kitchen, he paused in the doorway, leaning against the side as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. A low chuckle escaping his lips as he took in your sleeping form. You had fallen asleep at the table, one hand still on the keyboard, your head head placed on an outstretched arm as you rested on one of your textbooks. Bokuto bit his lip to stop the laugh that threatened to come out, there was also a highlighter stuck to your cheek.

As he moved toward you, his attention was slightly distracted by the delicious smell coming from the other side of the table. Leaving you for a moment, he moved towards the covered bowl.

Enjoy Kou! You worked hard today and I’m so proud of you <3

His heart was about to explode out of his chest, could you get any cuter? Bokuto was definitely going to be eating that later, but first he needed to take care of his baby.

Moving back toward you, Bokuto took some quick pictures, immediately making one his home screen, before he softly whisked you into his arms bridal style, trying his best not to wake you too much.

“Kou…?” Your sleep-thick voice murmured, bleary eyes opening slightly as he carried you toward your shared bedroom.

Bokuto hushed you and pressed a light kiss on your forehead, “Go back to sleep baby,” he whispered. An incoherent noise slipping from your lips in response, and your head snuggled deeper into his chest as you curled your body closer to his. A noise, similar to a coo, fell from Bokuto’s lips as he nuzzled you into his chest. You were just the cutest thing on the entire planet and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to call you his.

Turning the washroom light on, Bokuto carefully placed you on the counter, his heart twisting at the whine you let out when he let you go.

“M’tired Kou,” you murmured, your hand moving to rub against your eye.

It took everything in him to not ravage you right then and there. God, you were so adorable.

He pressed another kiss onto your forehead, “I know baby, but let me help you get ready for bed, you’re gonna wake up grumpy if you don’t do your routine,” he murmured.

Deep down you knew he was right, you hated going to bed without washing your face or brushing your teeth.

“But you just got home,” You murmured, feeling a little more awake, and made grabby motions towards your boyfriend, “I know you must be tired and hungry.” Your actions contradicted your words though as Bokuto grinned and stepped between your thighs, his warm body enveloping yours as your arms wound around his chest. You let out a content sigh as you buried your face in his chest. He must have taken a shower at the gym since he smelled fresh and just like his body wash.

Moments like these were your absolute favourites, Bokuto’s body was just so… huge, he enveloped every part of you effortlessly. You loved his chest the best, always taking the chance to bury your face or pepper kisses along the toned muscles. Your ear was against his chest, his heart beating a soothing song that was lulling you to sleep, ah falling asleep in that delightful chest was the best thing in the entire world.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer, a rumble of a laugh erupting from his chest as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. A content sigh escaped your mouth and you placed a gentle kiss against his clothed chest, arms slithering under his shirt and locking around him tighter, to bring him closer, if that was even possible.

“I just want to stay like this forever,” you murmured, eyes peeking open as you tilted your head upwards toward Bokuto, your chin resting on his chest. Your cheeks warmed as you took in his soft expression, even after being together for years, that look of love and adoration was something you would never get used to, the butterflies in your stomach always fluttering rapidly when he did so. You loved the way he could make you feel with one look.

Bokuto grinned, “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, one arm leaving your form so he could brush the stray hairs from your face, “I’m a pretty lucky guy to get to come home to this.” He sighed in content, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips.

You smiled, “I love you Kou,” you hummed, moving to press your face back into his chest.

A soft chuckle came from above you, “I love when you say that,” he murmured, “Best phrase ever!” some of his excitement slipping out.

You grinned, “I,” kiss, “love,” kiss, “you,” you murmured, kissing his chest between each word, your face moving upward until you reached the base of his throat, placed another featherlight kiss there, letting your tongue flicker out against the skin briefly as your nails teasingly ran down his back.

A strangled sound came from his throat, and you took the opportunity to lazily bring your head upwards again to take a peek at your boyfriend, satisfied to see he looked a little flustered as a dazed look danced through his golden eyes. You could feel his member growing hard at your ministrations as it pressed against you.

“I thought you were tired,” he whined accusingly, pressing himself closer to you.

You let out a little laugh, “Who said I wasn’t?” you teased, your expression one of innocence, even letting a yawn out. Truthfully you were pretty tired, but whenever the chance to tease Bokuto came up, well, you weren’t one to waste such wonderful opportunities.

Bokuto’s face softened once again, “Your lucky I love you,” your head bobbed in agreement and he sighed dramatically, “Let’s get you ready for bed then, then I’ll go and eat that delicious smelling bowl you made for me.”

Reaching around you, Bokuto grabbed your toothbrush and prepped it for brushing your teeth, you whined a bit when he pulled back from you, making your legs drop from his waist, but took the toothbrush gratefully. As you did your night time routine, Bokuto also did his. Sleep slowly began to leave your body as Bokuto made you laugh, making funny faces in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, ‘accidentally’ brushing against you in several places as he moved and causing you to squeal when a glob of toothpaste landed on his shirt, narrowly missing you (since he was still in between your legs). And laughing some more at the look on his face when you splashed some water on him.

“Kou!” You shouted, a laugh bubbling from your chest as you pushed your boyfriend’s face away from you. He decided to help you wash your face, but only succeeded in splashing you back and getting your entire front soaked with water.

“Oops?” he grinned, not looking sorry at all. His golden eyes filled with mirth, shamelessly tracing your form as your t-shirt clung to your chest.

God what a view.

“You will be sorry!” You exclaimed and with a war cry as you hopped off the counter and latched yourself onto Bokuto’s front, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs going around his waist, successfully pressing your front against his, rubbing against him, and making his shirt just as wet. Bokuto’s hands automatically went to your thighs, supporting your weight and successfully coping a feel where your shorts had ridden up.

“Now your shirt is just as wet,” you declared, leaning back slightly so you could see an imprint of your front on his, a satisfied grin on your features.

Bokuto threw his head back with a laugh, “Baby, I hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t feel much like a punishment,” he was smirking now, his face moving back towards you so he could rest his forehead against yours, “Now I’ve got your cute little self, pressed up against me and it makes it even easier for me to do this,” he said, quickly capturing your lips with his. This kiss wasn’t like the soft one from earlier, this was passion filled, rough and absolutely delicious.

Your eyes fluttered close and you tightened your grip around his neck, your legs squeezing his waist as he kissed you, pushing your front against his, craving the friction as his plush lips took everything you were offering. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for entrance, which you granted quickly and easily.

Bokuto groaned into your mouth, exploring each wet and warm part of you, your hands tangled themselves in his hair, fingers tangling around his coloured locks just the way he liked, tugging slightly and making him pull away as he quite literally, kissed the breath out of you. Bokuto’s lips didn’t stop as they trailed down your jawline, peppering sweet kisses on every inch of skin he could get too. You threw your head back with a moan as his lips made it to your throat, vaguely aware that he was moving you from the bathroom, but more focused on the fact he found that sensitive spot on your neck and started harshly sucking on the skin there.

Your grip on his hair tightened and a particularly loud gasp escaped your lips as he harshly bit down on your neck, causing you to writhe in his arms at the sensation of his tongue and lips soothing the bite. With a whine, you tugged his head back and brought his lips back to yours with a bruising kiss, biting on his lower lip the way you knew would drive him crazy.

A squeal left your lips as his lips suddenly left yours and Bokuto threw you haphazardly onto the bed, your body bouncing a bit from the force. You scrambled into a sitting position, lust taking over your mind as your looked at Bokuto through hooded lids. Your boyfriend was quick to tug his shirt off and almost ripping his shorts in his haste to remove them.

You giggled and followed suit, taking off your damp shirt and throwing it somewhere behind you, you went for your shorts as well, but before you could, Bokuto pounced. His mouth latched onto yours once more, taking quick control as he roughly guided you down onto the bed. His hands moving to cup your breasts, molding them into his large, rough, hands as he squeezed your perfect mounds. A loud groan was pulled from you as his mouth latched onto a nipple, tugging on the sensitive bud as his hand teased the other, slotting it between his fingers.

A whine escaped your throat when the two toned man pulled away, “You don’t seem all that tired anymore baby,” Bokuto teased, a large grin forming on his features as he watched you squirm in his grip.

“Koutaro,” you whined, reaching your hands toward him, fully intending to tug his lips back to you, but a big hand stopped the motion, pinning your arms above your head and causing you to squirm in his grip. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, “Need you,” you whimpered, feeling the heat pool in your lower half, you knew your panties had to be soaking by now, his heated look edging you on as you groaned, “Please Kou.”

Bokuto licked his lips at the sight of you, feeling a burst of pride at the marks beginning to bloom on your skin and the want that was clear in your expression, his eyes flickered to yours, “Well when you plead so prettily, how can I say no?”

With that familiar smirk on his lips, Bokuto pressed a sering kiss against your mouth before moving his lips towards your neck again, leaving another decent mark in his wake. Your breaths coming out harsh with anticipation as you arched towards him, eyes following the familiar spiked head as he a trailed kisses across your chest, teasing and nipping your skin as he moved down your waist. With one hand, since the other was otherwise occupied in restraining you, he slowly worked your shorts and panties down your legs.

“Lift your hips baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your dripping cunt. You were quick to comply, and your shorts joined your shirt as Bokuto threw them behind you.

As he got to the apex of your thighs, he marveled at the pretty pussy that was drooling back at him, with one more grin towards you, he switched between peppering hot open mouthed kisses on your thighs and sucking the delicate skin, slowly moving towards the pretty little cunny that was dripping with slick, his senses being filled with you as he continued his teasing. Never quite reaching the part of you that was craving him the most. He was driving you crazy, a moan was pulled from your mouth as you squirmed in his grasp, the ache between your legs only intensifying when his nose brushed against your center as he moved between thighs.

“Kou,” you gasped, back arching and eyes fluttering shut as desire clouded your mind, golden eyes peeked up at you, a flash of a smirk and his mouth was finally moving towards your aching cunt, lips wrapping around your sensitive clit and with a harsh suck from him, and a loud squeal from you, you knew you had a long, satisfying, night ahead of you.

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torisfeather · 4 years ago

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Flufftober 3 - College/University AU

Prompt by @vex-bittys

You can read it on fanfiction.net or AO3

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Today, we have a college AU with Virgil, Janus, Patton and Logan. I don't know what the ship name is... Moxieloceit?

Anyway, here's something about the struggle of procrastinating when all your partners push you to do the best you can.

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"Everyone in favor of killing the teacher who decided this was a reasonable assignment says I."

"I."

"I think we all need a break," Patton sighed, shutting his laptop closed.

The three others stretched where they were sitting, or hunching over the table in Virgil's case. Logan checked the time on his phone. "The snack bar is open."

"Yes!" Patton cheered quietly as he started putting his stuff away in his bag.

"I thought you hated the food there," Virgil inquired.

"It's the closest option, which means we will waste less time walking," Logan explained shrugging. "Plus, it's the cheapest place in town."

"Oh, yeah, it's not like I could offer you a meal from anywhere else you liked better," Janus said with a smirk, rolling his eyes.

"Pass," Logan just said, slapping away the hand reaching out for his hair.

Janus was a lucky rich boy with a ridiculous budget he got from his parents. He wasn't that much of a spender, really, he actually saved a portion of that money for later use, and spent the rest on self-care. Or on anything promoting anarchy.

He also used it to help his boyfriends out, but the three others had learned the hard way Janus was like a fae: favors from him always implied something in return.

Chores, generally. Although massages and long cuddles were a close favorite.

They all packed up their things and walked down the stairs in the university library building. Logan's eyes darted around for any information poster he'd missed, like every time he came here. It was endearing how invested he was in the events on campus.

They left the building and took the short walk across the square to the snack bar. It was pretty much empty at this hour. Virgil and Logan quickly ordered their usual coffee, plus a chocolate bar for Virgil and an apple for Logan. Janus watched with a smirk as Patton hovered around the supersized muffins. "They sure look delicious, don't they? Oh, they even got the hazelnut ones today!" Janus purred.

Patton whined. They were his favorite thing on the menu, but also the most expensive, even if they were quite cheap compared to everywhere else. And the hazelnut ones were always the first to go… Patton tried to resist. "I'm almost out of money, I need to hold on until Tuesday…"

"Oh, that's too bad! Well, I can always help if you want…"

"Jan, stop being a snake and cut to the chase, I want to sit down!" Virgil grumbled from a few steps away, breaking the spell.

"Ugh, fine…" Janus stepped up to the counter and asked for a hazelnut muffin and two hot chocolates. Patton didn't say anything, he was this close to conceding anyway.

All four of them sat down at their usual table, and Janus handed Patton his snack.

"ThankyousorryI'llmakeituptoyouIpromise," Patton muttered before taking his first bite and melting.

The hazelnut muffins were stuffed with chocolate paste, and Patton could already feel himself twitch from how rich and sweet it was. He moaned in delight, smiling and trying not to drop crumbs on himself.

And then, he stopped, noticing all three of his boyfriends were staring at him. "What? What did I do?"

"This was the cutest shit I've seen all day," Virgil admitted.

Patton blushed, smiling shyly.

"And that statement is objective too, as far as I can define the adjective 'cute'," Logan pushed.

"Just seeing that was worth paying for the muffin," Janus agreed.

"You guyyyyys, you're so sweet!" Patton almost cried, dropping down on his closest boyfriend's lap. Which were Virgil's.

The emo chuckled. "I just want to make out so bad right now."

Patton shot back up. "Nope! Muffin first!" he said, starting to eat again.

Janus stretched. "How about we just go home and snuggle and watch a movie?"

"Well, that depends on how far everyone has gone through the assignment. It is due tomorrow," Logan said.

Virgil collapsed on Patton's shoulder. "Mine is just going to suck anyway."

"Virgil, please stop being fatalistic. How far are you?" Logan asked again.

"… I've started the second part."

"Good! I'm almost finished, so I can help you," Logan smiled. "Janus?"

"I've started the last part."

"Great. Patton?

"I'm almost done too!"

"Okay, do you want my opinion on it?"

"Naaah, it's okay, Virgil needs your help more," Patton smiled, finishing his muffin.

Logan gave him a skeptic look. "Okay, but remember to look it over again."

"Oooor, how about we just go home, enjoy our evening, and then finish tomorrow?" Virgil offered.

"We don't know if we'll have time tomorrow, plus we may not get enough sleep if we wake up earlier for this," Logan objected.

Janus gave Virgil a soft look. "Plus, you'd feel stressed out until tomorrow and you wouldn't enjoy the evening anyway, mister procrastinator. Once we're done, you can relax as much as you want."

Virgil's head sank between his shoulders and he looked away. "Okay, sorry…"

"Aw, come here!" Patton said, pulling Virgil closer for a kiss.

Virgil closed his eyes, melting into the embrace. When Patton pulled away, he leaned in for another kiss, which Patton allowed him.

And then Logan separated them. "No more kisses until you're done!"

"Oh my god, leave me alone!" Virgil grumbled, frustrated.

But Patton smiled at him apologetically. "Think about it Virgil! A couple hour of work, you get helped, and you get as many kisses as you want after. So?"

Virgil blushed. "Okay, fine, I guess…"

Patton squealed and hugged him, and Logan smiled. "Well, here's another extremely cute thing."

"I see three cute things," Janus corrected, and stood to hug his boyfriends. "Now let's get this over with so I can pull you onto the couch and make out with you all night."

#flufftober 2020 #fluff #sanders sides #fanfiction #Virgil x Patton x Logan x Janus #college au #university au #polyship

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i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships · 5 years ago

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A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 5. What Did I Miss Last Night?

Hello children!! I am sitting at the kitchen table today. Now, if the title didn’t tell you who’s POV it is then you’re either new, not paying attention, or just can’t take a hint.

Also, because I had no clue as to what I wanted to happen at the end of chapter 4 this is a le time skip to the next morning.

Parings: This whole book is the glasses gays show people, platonic Prinxiety.

Tw: Cursing, (I mean what did you expect. It’s normal for my writing to be littered with curses), Pat and Lo being shippers, the boop™ my own personal opinions shoved in through Roman, Roman being a shipper, floof. (Or fluff for those who are new here.)

Roman’s POV

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I woke up this morning feeling great. I had already determined that today was going to be an amazing and productive day.

Once I had made it downstairs, I turned against my original opinion on today.

Patton, Logan, and Virgil were sitting at the kitchen table, there was tension in the air, so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Very unusual.

Logan and Patton were sitting at one end of the table holding hands. They were staring at Virgil and looked like they were about to give a parental lecture of some kind. Their expressions matched. Concern, and anger.

Oh damn. Virgil must’ve done something really bad.

I don’t think my presence had been made known. I cleared my throat, which alone caused everyone to look at me.

“Ahh. It appears that I have missed some crucial information. Care to tell me what’s going on?”

Patton let go of Logan’s hand, sighed, and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I forgot that Roman wasn’t awake during last night’s events. Both of you,” He gave both Logan and Virgil the dad look™. “Shut up and don’t interrupt me. Especially you Virgil.”

Oh god. Patton told them to shut up. Shit must’ve went down last night.

“Ok. So at like 2:45 ish I heard someone’s bedroom door open. I didn’t want to get up, but you know me, I had to check and see who it was. It turns out that it was Virge. He was making coffee. I went to take the cup away from him, but he looked like death and like he hadn’t slept in days.”

I looked at Virgil in surprise. He looked back. We locked eyes for less than a second before he averted his eyes to the counter.

Patton pinched the bridge of his nose once more. He started mumbling. I believe he said “I love my dark strange son” a good 200 times in the span of about 30 seconds. Logan started to rub Patton’s shoulders.

“Goodness! How much did I miss last night?”

Logan looked up at me with a sympathetic look. “A lot.”

Once Patton finished his mumbling he looked up at me once more. “Then I was telling him how unhealthy it was and how he needed to sleep. You know. Standard serious dad mode. He wasn’t listening to me. Then he said that there was a person sitting on the counter when there was only the bag of bread. I went upstairs to get Logan’s help. Then we came downstairs to see a piece of bread on the couch and Virgil quoting that one musical that you two quote together sometimes.”

I stood there trying to figure out which musical Patton was speaking of. I quote several musicals with Virgil.

“Virgil, which one of our musicals is he speaking of?”

He tried to turn his head away from me further. It wasn’t possible, but he tried anyway.

“Patton, do you remember what Virgil said, by any chance?”

Pat looked at Lo with pleading eyes.

“Virgil said, if I’m not mistaken, ‘Don’t just quote Heathers at me and then walk away’ or something similar.”

I over-dramatically put my hand over my heart and cried out.

“VIRGIL!! How dare you quote Heathers without me!! How in God’s name did you even quote Heathers without your JD?”

The whole spectacle was supposed to be a joke to lighten the mood. However, I could tell that it was not taken that way.

Virgil had tensed up and looked at me very guiltily. My heart broke at that sight. I practically ran over to him and hugged him.

“Look, Virge, I was being overly dramatic and failed at being funny. I’m sorry.”

I pulled away from the hug, Virge still looked guilty, but not as guilty as before so it was an improvement.

I stood up to go get breakfast when I saw Patton clinging onto Logan’s arm. He looked like he was trying to suppress a squeal. Logan looked rather amused. I rolled my eyes and went to go get food.

“Padre, would you be so kind as to continue with last night's events? If it isn’t too much trouble, of course.” I wanted to move away from the subject that Patton was about to bring up.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Then Virgil said that there wasn’t a piece of bread sitting on the couch and that there was a guy sitting there.” Patton turned to his boyfriend. “Logan, am I forgetting anything?”

Logan thought for a moment. “Well, there is a piece of information that you forgot Patton. But I’m not too sure that it is necessary to the recap of last night’s events.

Did I care if it was 100% necessary? No. No, I did not.

“Logan, just tell me. I don’t care if it’s all that important. I just need to know what went down whilst I was sleeping.”

Logan hesitated for only a second or two. “If you so insist, Roman. Now, if I’m not mistaken, Virgil said that the supposed ‘guy’ that was sitting there’s name was Alonso.”

I stood there trying to fully comprehend what I had just heard.

I just turned around and asked Virgil a simple question.

“Virge, you ok buddy?”

He looked at me like I was the insane one then responded. “Like I told Patton last night, I’m never okay.”

I looked at Pat. He looked like he was about to blow a fuse.

“I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT YOU IF YOU KEEP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT!!!” Pat was talking as if Virgil was from a different planet. Slowly annunciating each syllable.

Logan put an arm around Patton’s shoulders and with his other hand he lifted his chin up.

“Someone sounds like they still need more sleep.”

“No, I don’t!! I need to worry about my kiddo.” Patton yawned.

I snickered, That didn’t help your case much.

“Patton, if Freakonomic is condoning extra sleeping then, you need to sleep.”

Virgil didn’t look up from staring at the counter, he just joined our conversation.

“Yeah, I’m with Princey and Lo on this one.” He didn’t look at anyone of us. He just kept staring at the counter.

I really shouldn’t have said what I did, but I couldn’t stop myself before I said it.

“Hypocrites say what?” As always, Virgil fell for it.

“What?”

Patton and Logan gave me the look™. At the same time too!! If Patton is like our dad, then Logan is our mom. CHANGE MY MIND!!

They’re so cute together!! Have I ever mentioned how much I ship them?

You realize that you’re about to get lectured right?

Oh right!!

I always need to pull myself out of a shipper train of thought.

“Umm, Logan! Doesn’t Patton need more sleep?”

“Ahh yes. He does. Come on Pattoncake. We need to get you,” He booped Patton’s nose “to bed.”

That right there, ladies, lords, and non-binary royalty is Patton’s weakness. The boop™.

“Fine!” he mumbled in a failed attempt to be mad at the fact that he was being sentenced to bed.

What can I say? The boop™. It works wonders.

Logan walked Patton up the stairs. I heard a door, presumably Patton’s, open and close. I expected that the sound of Logan coming back downstairs would follow. It didn’t.

Perfect!!

Now I have time alone with Virgil. To get to the bottom of this Alonso? Was that the name? I think it was.

The Alonso thing.

Now. How do I bring up this delicate subject?

“You wanna ask me about Alonso, don’t you?”

Well, there we go. That is one less thing to worry about.

Virge, you’re my best friend and all, but you just interrupted my train of thought. (Interrupted By The Storm, anyone? Roman can’t stop being interrupted. I am so sorry I’ll go now)

Now. How do I ask about this delicate subject without offending the emo nightmare?

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Ok. Let me just say. I FUCKEN LOVE WRITING ROMAN’S POV!!! It gives my extra bitch self a chance to be an extra bitch without being considered extra!!

This chapter was sooo much fun to write!! I hope it was worth the wait. (I’m still incredibly sorry for making you guys wait so long.)

I was going to end at “You wanna ask me about Alonso, don’t you?” but, but, but, I had to end the chapter with a good place to start the next.

WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING? I’m gonna go back and start the next chapter slightly before “You wanna ask me about Alonso, don’t you?”.

I mean… the ending I gave this chapter gave me the chance to bring up Interrupted By The Storm. And yes, the extra bitch ending was necessary. I wrote this whole chapter with my extra bitch. I had to write the end with the extra bitch too.

(Side note, this chapter is also over 4 pages long on google docs.)

(Side note take 2, I didn’t have to do much editing for this chapter. I’m proud of myself)

(Side note take 3, I don’t care that at the moment it’s 8:03pm. At least where I live)

The random internet human who fails at writing,

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Taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed: @winterswishing-reblogs @thetomorrowshow @iixclementine @just-some-gt-trash

#Well #It is finally here.#Was it worth the wait?#I have no clue.#If you were wondering when Roman was going to come in #He came in now.#I might write some glasses gays.#Like while they're upstairs.#I'm plotting that they didn't sleep.#Yep.#Screw it.#Chapter 7 will be Logan's POV.#Why not chapter 6?#Chapter 6 is Virgil's.#That's how it works.#Why do I write out this loong string of tags?#No one reads the tags.#A Slice Of My Love #Em's crappy attempts at writing

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klanceincorrect · 6 years ago

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Based on 10 things I hate about you

“Come on lance please do this one thing for me" lance groaned looking at Adam "I cant date Shiro if Keith isn't dating" he rolled his eyes "I'll pay you, I know how much you need the money" lance sighed softly looking at Adam "Shiro wouldn't go for you... you're a bit to much emo" Adam scoffed slightly "I'm not that emo, just... please" Adam pretty much begged "okay fine! But I'm not going to enjoy this."

Adam smiled softly sitting down across from Lance "thank you so much, I promise you I'll pay you like big time" "you better I need the money for my little brother" Adam smiles softly nodding "Okay go woo Keith" "how am I suppose to do that?" "I don't know you're Lance McClain you'll woo him" Adam patted his head softly then walking away.

"If I could I'd punch him" Lance mumbled to himself sighing softly looking down at his paper work.

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Day one

Lance bit down on his lip looking around the music store, he knew Keith hanged out here he's been crushing maybe on Keith for awhile.

He sighed softly seeing Keith looking at records he walked towards him a little nervous "panic at the disco?" Lance looked at Keith "good choice" Keith looked up raising his eyebrow "Uh... yeah they're pretty good" "I suggest you listen to high hopes if you haven't already it's one of my favorites" "wait you're a fan?" "What you're surprise a jock likes panic at the disco?" "Maybe a little" Keith smiled softly "you're lance right? From chemistry" "yes and we have more classes you know that right?" "Now I do" Keith smiled softly.

"You're pretty nice for a jock" Keith teased "oh I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure to call you a nerd" lance joked as Keith giggled "noted, I'll make sure to look like a nerd" "would you.. maybe want to go on a date with me?" "A date? With a jock? Hm maybe" Keith smiled "thought you were dating Nyma" "god no, James is dating Nyma how dare you mistaken me with that rat" Keith started to laugh "oh wow, a rat I guess I can go on a date with you only because you called James a rat though"

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week four

"And here's your money thank you for doing this" Adam mumbled looking around as Lance sighed taking the money he doesn't feel good about doing this but he needs the money.

"It's whatever" lance shrugged his shoulders "well I gotta go, going on a date with Keith" "good luck with that" lance nodded his head walking away.

later

Lance smirked throwing a balloon full of paint at Keith "DAMN IT LANCE" Lance started to laugh looking over at Keith "what? I'm innocent here" Keith grabbed a balloon "oh no you don't" Keith smirked running towards lance "KEITH I SWEAR TO GOD BACK OFF" Keith giggled, grabbing Lance's hand dropping the balloon on his hair "oh great now I'm gonna have blue hair" Keith shrugged his shoulders "you'll be hot either way."

Lance shook his head cupping Keith's cheeks, he pressed his lips against Keith's smiling against his lips then pulling away leaning his forehead against Keith's "you're lucky that you're cute" he mumbled.

Keith grins pecking his lips softly "yeah I am pretty lucky to have you as my boyfriend."

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asking out for prom

"I don't want it to be to cheesy Adam what should I do?" Adam rolled his eyes "um... you're starting to fall for him huh?" "Shut up just help me?" "Okay fine I'll help you."

"Why don't you just ask him though?" Adam asked raising his brow "because Keith deserves to be asked romantically" "what's his favorite song?" Lance rolled his eyes smiling "it's the sound by the 1975" "that's not emo" "that's what I told him!"

"Well I got an Idea you can do, during lunch he's usually drawing and Shiro will be there and this is super romantic so why don't you just sing him the song even if you suck he'll love it" "you're amazing! Oh my god Adam I could kiss you right now" "please don't you aren't my type" "excuse you I'm everyone's type" "not mine" Lance scoffed playfully.

"Okay well practice for a week and then surprise him with the song he'll love it" "thank you Adam I'll do it" Lance grinned "I'm gonna start practicing now thank you again" "of course you dork!"

A week later

"You can do this" Lance mumbled to himself he bit down on his lip a guitar in his hands, he started to look around then spotting lance he took a deep breath walking towards him as he started to play the guitar he was only going to sing a few lines and that's it.

"Well I know when you're around 'cause i know the sound. I know the sound, of your heart. Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound. I know the sound, of your heart" Lance sanged looking towards Keith once he finished singing he stopped in front of Keith knowing they're were eyes on them by now.

"Keith Akira Kogane, you're amazing and I want to take you to prom there's no one else that can replace you honestly so please I will literally get on the roof top to ask you will you go to prom" Keith stood up his cheeks bright red "I can't believe you right now" he mumbled but he nodded his head "yes I'll go to prom with you" there was cheering in the background as Lance pressed a soft kiss to his lips once he pulled away he grins "would you like to sit with us?" Keith asked smiling "finally I get to hang with the cool kids" "aren't you a jock?" "yeah a very lame one"

Lance put down the guitar sitting down pulling Keith on his lip grinning wrapping his arms around his waist "hi Shiro" "hi lance so that was romantic" "well if you know me you know how much I love romance" "it's true he made me watch like five romance movies" "and you cried" "shh Shiro can't know I have emotions" he said jokingly.

After awhile Keith got up "I'll be right back I have to talk to James about our project" Keith turned to Shiro "don't scare my boyfriend away, I'm warning you" Shiro raised his hands "I make no promises" "don't worry he could never scare me away" Lance smiled blowing him a kiss as Keith walked away grinning "hey Lance?" "yeah?" "thank you.. for making him happy I haven't seen him this happy in awhile he use to get played with and he just hated himself always beat himself up about it" Lance frowned slightly if he didn't feel guilty he does now more than ever "he deserves the best" Lance mumbled looking at Keith... he's so beautiful "you know you said that out loud right?" "said what?" Lance's heart started to beat faster than ever "that he's beautiful, you've got it bad" Lance bit down on his lip "maybe a little."

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"You still haven't told him, Keith?" Keith frowned slightly nodding "I just been to nervous to tell him my situation" "you're gonna have to tell him sooner" "i know I was planning on telling him tonight or whatever" "you know whatever happens tonight you're still a manly man and Lance can shove it if he says otherwise" "I'm going to be fine Shiro" "so why did you decided to tell him on prom night?" "because... I don't know"

Keith sighed softly "I think I'm falling for him.. it's scary" Shiro smiled softly "I know it is, but you're going to be alright there was meant for heartbreaks just remember that" "I think I'll pass" Keith looked over at Shiro "aren't you suppose to be getting ready for the prom?" Keith raised his eyebrow "yeah you're right I am but I just wanted to check up on you... you look amazing Lance is going to freak!" "okay well hurry and get ready before Adam gets here" he chuckled softly.

then there was a knock on the door "Lance is here are you ready?" Keith took a deep breath nodding his head.

He walked out of the room then walked down stairs biting down on his lip nervously "don't worry you look amazing" his foster mom spoke one Keith reached the bottom of the steps his cheeks turn bright red as he noticed his boyfriend staring at him "I look bad don't I, I say we totally ditch prom" Keith's foster mom rolled her eyes "shut up you look fine he's speechless" "you look more than fine... you look handsome holy cow" Keith smiled walking towards Lance "picture time" "oh god... please no pictures."

Lance pulled Keith close to his chest kissing his cheek "let your mom have this plus my mom said if I don't have photos she'll kill me" "okay fine only for your safety though" Keith smiled softly.

at the dance

Keith took a deep breath giving Lance's hand a soft squeeze "um Lance?" "yeah sweet heart?" they both stopped on the top of the stairs Lance looked over at Keith frowning slightly "hey what's wrong?" "nothing I just... I need to tell you something important."

Lance smiled softly "okay that's fine, you don't need to tell me though" "I know but you deserve to know about this okay?" "are you secretly pregnant and I'm some how the father" Lance joked Keith chuckled nervously "no... you weirdo anyways just promise me you won't leave.." "of course I won't leave you" he frowned slightly kissing his temple softly "take your time on telling me" Keith took a deep breath "I'm not... normal I was born as a girl" he bit down on his lip looking down at his shoes they seemed more interesting some how "um... when I was five I hated being called a girl and I hate having long hair the list goes I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria turns out I'm transgender and people usually think I'm a freak and such this is really hard some times I look in the mirror and I just want to claw at my chest i hate it."

Lance grabbed Keith's hand giving it a soft squeeze "hey... it's okay I like you no matter what you being transgender isn't going to change that" he gave his hand a soft kiss "you have nothing to worry about, how about we dance and I show you my moves" Keith smiled nodding his head.

Lance lead them to the dance floor for awhile Keith and Lance danced "okay no I'll show you my razzle dazzle time" "oh god.. please no" Keith giggled grabbing Lance's hands kissing them softly "I'm gonna go get a drink you want anything?" "no I'm fine thank you though I'm sure Adam will talk to me soon" Keith nodded his head walking away.

After awhile Adam walked to Lance grinning "hey how you've been?" "oh hey Adam I've been good I have Keith and all" Lance shrugged his shoulders "you really falling for him" "just a little" Lance mumbled looking away blushing.

"Anyways I'll have your money after tomorrow, thank you for dating Keith" "what?" Lance eye's widen slightly turning around "wait Keith-" tears went down Keith's cheeks, he poured his drink on Lance's head gasps heard everywhere "fuck you, McClain" Keith mumbled pushing pass Lance "damn it" Lance mumbled "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said that" "he would've found out sooner anyways" Lance bit down on his lip tearing up slightly "I'm gonna go after him" he then ran after Keith "wait Keith!" he yelled grabbing his wrist turning him around, his heart breaking even more seeing Keith like this he really fucked this up.

"I never thought you we're like the other jocks but you proved me wrong" "please let me explain" "I hate you so much, I never want to speak to you ever so just... leave me alone okay?" "please Keith... I don't want to lose you" "should've thought of that before you fucking got paid to date me... you fucked up big time I can't believe you" Keith pulled his wrist away shoving Lance "you just wanted to play with my heart, right? Because you heard I'm so damn easy? Well you did it Lance congratulations you fucking played me and I fell every word you said" a sob left his lips "just... don't okay? I've had enough of being played with."

Lance frowned as he saw Keith walk away from him, he bit down on his lip a tear slipping down on his cheek.

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"Keith what happened" "I told you I don't want to talk about it okay?" Keith bit down on his lip looking down at his food sighing softly "I'm not hungry" "please eat I'm not letting you start this habit again" "it wasn't a habit" "Keith, I've known you forever when you get your heartbroken you start a habit of not eating please just eat" Keith sighed taking a few bites.

"Did he break things off because you told him?" Shiro asked looking at him "you know I won't leave you alone until you tell me" "ugh, can you just fucking leave it alone" Keith bit down on his lip "no because he hurt you" Keith looked at Shiro.

He teared up slightly "I started to fall for him" he mumbled "I didn't want to but I fucking did turns out Lance was paid to date me" "what?" "yeah... he was paid" "by who?" Keith couldn't tell Shiro it was Adam he was finally happy with him they deserved each other "he doesn't matter what matter is Lance broke my fucking heart and... I just he tried explaining or whatever" Keith mumbled "well did you let him?" "fuck no he was paid to date me there's no explanation" "maybe you should talk to him?" "who's side are you on?" "no one's... I saw the way he looked at you" "with disgust?" "he looked at you the way mom looked at dad before she passed away" Shiro bit down on his lip "he looked in love" "I don't believe you" "you don't have to but I'm sure he loves you" Shiro shrugged his shoulders "people deserve a second chance that's all.. just eat please?" Keith nodded as Shiro got up "well I'm gonna go to sleep if I find out you didn't eat I'm telling Lance" "okay fine whatever"

･ﾟ: *✧

"okay who would like to read their poetry first?" Keith bit down on his lip raising his hand "I will" "okay Keith whenever you're ready" he took a deep breath standing up meeting eyes with Lance then looking away looking down at his paper standing up.

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right." Keith looked up seeing Lance tear up slightly his heart breaking a little bit, he started to tear up "I h-hate when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry" Keith took a shaky breath "I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you."

He bit down on his lip staring at Lance "not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all" he sat back down biting down on his lip he can't stand this "Mr. Coran may I be excused" "um.. sure of course" Keith nodded grabbing his stuff running out of the classroom.

"WAIT KEITH" He stopped in his track why can't he just leave him alone "please talk to me... I called several times just let me explain myself" Keith turned around seeing bags under his eyes his hair messed up "you were dared..." "no I was paid... which doesn't excuse it please let me speak" "why should I, you played me" "the thing is I didn't I fell for you okay I mean look at me I'm a mess just like you are" Lance sighed softly tugging on his hair tearing up slightly "I f-fucked up" he stuttered out "and I don't want you to pity me but I needed the money my brother... he has cancer and I just needed the money to do the surgery so I can save him"

he sighed softly "he means the world to me and it was scary me getting paid to date you wasn't right but Adam knew how despreate I was and he really likes Shiro but couldn't date him unless you dated someone and he knew how much I liked you" Lance bit down on his lip looking down "I remember the first day I saw you... you had your stupid mullet but you also was wearing this long sweatshirt I'm pretty sure it was Shiros and you were wearing your grey beanie trying to hide that damn mullet" Lance chuckled softly "you were also wearing your ripped black jeans and converse that had nasa all over it" Keith looked at him shocked "you remember that?" "of course you were so cute I wanted to talk to you but didn't know how to" he bit down on his lip.

“I’m sorry... I fucked up and I don't deserve a second chance at all but here I am asking for a second chance"

･ﾟ: *✧

"YOU DIDNT" Keith yelled as Lance smirked holding out the tickets "I was planning taking you anyways but... it's front row to your favorite band will you go with me?" "um fuck yes I will" Keith grins "this doesn't mean I forgive you" Lance shrugged his shoulders "vip also" "no fucking way please tell me you aren't joking" "I'm not joking you deserve it" "I could kiss you" "I'm ready whenever you are" Lance puckered his lips.

Keith rolled his eyes cupping his cheeks pecking his lips softly "I still hate you" "yeah that's perfectly fine, I hate your mullet it's fair" Keith laughed softly "it's not even a mullet."

Lance rolled his eyes "whatever you say, mullet" he teased him wrapping his arms around his waist pulling him closer "but seriously do I get a second chance because I wanted this to be a date" Keith cooed slightly "okay this can be a date and depending how great this date goes I might forgive you" Lance smiled "I'll yell on the roof top how much I love you" "please don't do that" "only if you don't forgive me after the date" he teases Keith groaned resting his forehead against Lance's chest "okay fuck you, but I can't wait when is it?" "it's in three months be ready to be razzel dazzle" "I swear if you say that again I'm never calling you boyfriend again"

"I knew you have a soft spot for me" Lance grins kissing his forehead softly "okay but seriously I'm sure you'll have an amazing day" Lance pecked his lips softly.

#klance is canon king #vld klance #klance #klangst #vld keith #trans keith #keith kogane #vld lance #lance mcclain #klance oneshot #10 things i hate about you

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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 6 years ago

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Windbreaker City - S2 ep15

y/n - your name

y/n/n - your nickname

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*y/n's pov*

Today's the day: Windbreaker city. Aka, the best day of the year.

"Hey, Homeland Security, gather around. I have bad news," Agent Kendrick sighs. We all turn to him to hear his news. "Unfortunately, our friends at the DOD have had to drop out, and have been replaced with the NYPD." He rolls his eyes. I don't like Kendrick; he's an ass. I like the NYPD! I mean, our jobs would be much harder if it weren't for them. And they're nice people and underrated. However, I can't voice my opinion. Not here anyway. A load of sighs and groans are projected. Snooty pricks. "I know, I know. But this should be the only time it happens. Now everyone in the bus." We all get in, me even more eager now that I know that the NYPD will be there. But I obviously don't show it.

*At the venue*

Ah, it's nice to be back. I love Windbreaker city. I love getting to meet new people through it and seeing my friends. I could become friends with someone on the NYPD! Today's gonna be a good day.

*10 minutes later*

I've changed my mind. It's going to be awful. I saw my ex. He must work in the NYPD. Crap.

"Stella, I'm gonna need your help today," I say to Stella, my closest friend at Homeland Security.

"Why? What happened? You never need help."

"My ex is here."

"Oh. You need help avoiding them?"

"Yes. He works for the NYPD and his name is Jake Peralta. He has brown hair and eyes. We dated in high school but had a few disagreements about somethings and broke up. It was very messy."

"I'll do the best I can."

"Alright, everyone take their seats. My name is Agent Kendrick, Homeland Security, and I am in charge here. This year's scenario: terrorists have stormed the Capital Trust's Bank building and have taken hostages."

"Noice," I hear, followed by a high five.

"Yup, definitely Jake Peralta," I whisper to Stella.

"Oh, cool trick. I don't have a ton of free time to practise high fiving," mocks Kendick (yes, that was intended), before doing exactly what I'm assuming Jake did. I roll my eyes, annoyed at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, y/n. Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kendick asks. Well, that threw any chance of Jake not seeing me out the window.

"No, sir," I respond, despising that I have to call him sir.

"That's what I thought. Now, here are your assignments:" Kendick starts, but I feel a pair of eyes focused on me. I look up in Jake's direction, locking eyes with him. Yup, he's definitely seen me.

"Never mind," I whisper to Stella.

"ATF, you will be our terrorists. Homeland Security, you are command control. Marshals, strike team alpha. And NYPD..." he pauses to look at his clipboard, but I already know what he's going to say. "It says here that you will be our hostages."

"What? So you just want us to lay on the ground and nothing like a bunch of losers?" the familiar voice asks.

"Yes, precisely."

"No!"

"Jackpot!" a third voice yells.

*Later*

I see Jake come outside.

"What is he doing? He's supposed to be a hostage," Kendick says in rage and marches over to him.

"I knew this wouldn't go well," I mumble. They talk for a few minutes and Kendick makes his way back over to us. However, before he reaches us, Peralta does the thing I prayed that he wouldn't.

"Hey y/n! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"What do you want, Peralta?"

"To talk."

"We'll talk later, once the drill is finished."

"Fine." And with that, he walks back inside. All eyes are on me.

"You know him?" Kendick asks.

"High school."

"We'll try and use it to our advantage then. Lure him out and we'll get him. But first, you need to get a sausage pizza and some gasonex."

"Ok?" I leave after that and head to the nearest Papa John's.

"Hi, can I get a sausage pizza please," I ask the cashier.

"Of course. Is that all?"

"Yes."

"$15 please." I give them a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

"Thank you, your pizza should be ready in at most 10 minutes."

"Thank you." 10 minutes should be enough time to quickly grab some gasonex, especially since there's a CVS next door. I quickly grab and pay for it, heading back for the pizza. Luckily, it's ready so I pick it up and thank the cashier.

I arrive back at where we're based, I see that the NYPD are here, but they don't see me, so I put the pizza on a car and hide so they don't see me. I have a plan. I wait for everyone to take each other out, until there's supposedly only Jake and Kendick left. They seem to be having a conversation, when I get up secretly and aim. Then I notice that the NYPD are about to say something to Jake and I hold my finger up to my lip and motion that I'm gonna get Kendick. Just as I see Kendick start to pull his gun out, I shoot, killing him.

"What the heck? Who shot me? You're all out!"

"Correction. They're all out. I'm still in."

"y/n? Why are you on their team? You work for Homeland Security."

"Yeah, but you were prejudice and, frankly, a bit of a dick."

"Whatever, let's go. Everyone. I need to talk to the losers." I roll my eyes at his comment.

*Back in the hall where they had the briefing*

"Interesting tactic, detectives. Show up at your first inter-agency drill and mess the whole thing up," Kendick says, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Less of a tactic and more a series of incredible events," Jake quips.

"And what was the most incredible event... was it screwing up the entire drill in it's many years of being run in front of all your friends?"

"Pfft, I have other friends."

"Who?" questions the man next to Jake.

"I knew it was a dumb idea to invite the NYPD to a federal drill."

"Shut up, Kendrick. People provoked them, and you under mimed them by giving them the role of hostages or, as Jake's vest now says, hos. Of course they weren't going to follow the rules. Everyone was a prick to them. Plus, they still took out pretty much everyone. Next time, if people aren't so prejudice, maybe they'll follow the rules," I point out.

"Oh, there won't be a next time. But maybe I'll see you at the Pentagon Christmas party. Oh right. You guys aren't invited to those. Kid Rock was there. Those were my last words, bro." He walks away, full of pride.

"I'm sorry about Kendick," I say to the NYPD squad after he's out of earshot.

"What did you just call him?" Jake asks.

"Kendick. He may be my superior, but if he fires me, his superiors will fire him. I can talk at him with whatever attitude I want. After all, I'm the top agent at Homeland Security. Look, Jake, I'm sorry you didn't get him yourself, but he was about to John McClane you."

"Don't worry. Today's been a total win. I haven't checked my phone in forever. Now that I've said that, I do kinda wanna check it though. I'm gonna just do it." Jake pulls out his phone. "No text. But, I'm probably 20% less devastated than I would've been this morning and that's thanks to you guys." Jake suddenly realises something and lets out a small gasp. "I catharted."

"You catharted hard," says the muscular guy next to me.

"Break up?" I whisper to the guy next to me.

"Yup."

"Ah. That's rough."

"Jake arrested her boss because he caught him doing cocaine. And she was a defence attorney."

"A cop dating a defence attorney?! That's brave."

"Yeah. They were quite cute together though."

"Hey, y/n. Let me introduce you to the squad."

"Wait. You're y/n? As in y/f/n that Jake went to high school with?" the guy next to me asked.

"Yes. Did you know he had a nose ring?"

"Oh my god, did he actually? I'm so holding that against you, Peralta," a woman with long, curly hair laughs.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you two break up?" the other woman asks.

"We both got really stressed and took it out on each other with loads of petty fights. It was quite stupid. And these were very petty fights. Like, we took it to a whole new level," I explain.

"Yeah, I think they get it y/n/n. Anyway, this is Detective Rosa Diaz, Detective Amy Santiago, Detective Charles Boyle and Sergeant Terry Jeffords."

"Hey, what about us?"

"They're Hitchcock and Scully."

"Nice to meet you guys. You all seem close. I wish I had that with my co-workers. I've only got one actual friend here. Plus everyone is a snob who looks down on literally anyone who doesn't work for a federal agency."

"Sounds awful," Jake inputs.

"It is. But I like my job and they won't let me transfer anywhere else, so I'm stuck here. Fun. Anyway, I'm sure you have stuff to do, I won't stop you. Go when you want, but I'm gonna stick around a while." Everyone disperses, some going into small conversations, some going to a vending machine and others dong other stuff.

"Hey, y/n. Can we have that talk now?" Jake asks.

"Sure." I look at Charles and wait for him to leave.

"Charles, I meant in private. Could you maybe talk to Amy and Rosa for a bit?" Jake asks, realising that Boyle's still here.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he apologises, going to talk to the girls.

"So, what do ya want?" I ask.

"To start over."

"Pardon?"

"We ended our relationship in an awful way, but I think we could be good friends now."

"So do I."

"However, I just got out of a relationship so, no matter how hard it is, you can't fall in love with me. Yet." He sends me a playful wink.

"You've not changed, have you, Peralta?"

"Of course not! I'm still that awesome. Only, even more so now that I've gotten rid of that nose piercing and awful haircut."

"You looked like an emo, not gonna lie. What would happen if I hit the g-note on a piano?"

"What would happen if I hit the g-note, title of your sex tape." I roll my eyes.

"This is gonna be an amazing friendship, I can already tell."

"Yeah, friendship."

"Hey, y/n, is that you?!" a voice says from across the room. I look to see who it is. Ah crap.

"How many of my exes are cops, bloody hell," I mumble. "Hey Brian. What d'you need?" I ask, a fake smile plastered on my face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over a meal? As a date, maybe?"

"Why would I go on a date with you? Especially since you cheated on me. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

"Oh. Who?"

"Me. I'm their boyfriend," Jake announces, obviously sensing my desperate need for help.

"Oh, come on. You can do better, y/n. He's from the scum bucket."

"1. Don't ever say that about the NYPD and 2. I'm good thanks. He's better than you ever were."

"Doubt it. And if he truly is your boyfriend, prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you, you--" but I get cut off by a pair of lips on mine. I kiss back, after about a second of shock. I pull away shortly after and turn back to Brian. He's just stood there in shock. "Now get out of here before I kick you where the sun don't shine, Brian!" He scrambles out of the room, now shocked and scared.

"How did he become a federal agent?" Jake asks.

"His dad is head of the ATF. That's literally the only reason."

"Oh."

"And thanks for doing that, but you didn't have to, really."

"It was nothing. I was just trying to be a good friend. Yeah. A good friend."

"Ok, yeah. A really good friend." My comment is then followed by an awkward silence. "So. How's life?" I awkwardly laugh.

"Fine. You?"

"Strange." Another awkward silence. "I'm gonna go, I need to work," I awkwardly announce, trying to find a way out of the situation.

"Sure, yeah. We should get going too. Bye."

"Bye." That has to've been the most awkward conversation of my life. I have no idea what my new 'friendship' is gonna hold but I'm scared.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 years ago

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Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?) Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel) There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

Man, you’ve never seen the normally so cool and chic girl lose her temper like that. “He likes me?” You ask slowly, and she nods.

“And I like him?” You point a finger to yourself, enunciating every word like you were speaking to someone who didn’t understand your language.

“Fucking yes!”

You look towards Jungkook and for a second the unrecognizable source of your anger with him rears its ugly head and it looked an awful lot like jealousy… No, that’s not possible. You’re just too easily persuaded with Hwasa’s strong conviction under the influence of the alcohol. The only emotion you felt towards the tall arrogant asshole that could be described as loving is loving to hate him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismiss her. “I know how I feel towards Jungkook and that’s pure and unadulterated annoyance, nothing more.”

“Then why don’t you break up with him?”

“What?”

“If he really does nothing more than annoy you then why don’t you break up with him and save yourself the trouble?” She challenges, seeming pleased with herself.

“Because he’s fucking hot.” You say as if that’s common sense, completely ignoring her implication that you’re dating him in the first place.

“There are dozens of hot guys in this college, even hotter than him. Take Namjoon for example, he’s hot AND smart, and he knows how to treat a girl right. Not like that douchebag.”

“Yeah, Namjoon is pretty smokin’ but have you considered that I like fucking Jungkook because he’s an asshole? College fucking sucks and it’s too stressful for me. I need something to let the frustration out on and that’s Jungkook. He takes whatever I give him and I take his frustration too. It’s like a symbiotic relationship. Primitive attraction. I can’t find that in anyone else, and if I did he’d be just like Jungkook because that’s the entire premise.” You take a deep breath then continue, “And I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me, this is just a stupid thing to tide us over until college is over and we can find people we’ll actually want to treat right. God help whatever unlucky girl he ends up with.” You chuckle but Hwasa doesn’t share your amusement.

Eventually, she relents, “Fine, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am,” You assure her. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go home. This place stinks and I’m all sweaty, and the view doesn’t exactly inspire my lunch to stay inside my stomach.” You look pointedly towards Jungkook who you find looking back at you smugly. You roll your eyes at him then turn back towards your friend. “I’ll go take a shower and sleep.”

You step out of the shower, ready to put on your comfiest PJs and make a cocoon for yourself out of your cozy covers, when you’re met with the sight of Jungkook sitting on your bed, and tapping his foot impatiently.

Once he sees you, he gets up and pins you against the back of the door you were still standing by with a hungry kiss. “You’re late.” He states.

“Huh?” You ask, still dazed by his sudden appearance and the intense kiss.

“You said you’ll come back after two days. You were gone for three.”

“Oh, that.” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he was asking you about that when you pressed up against him with just a towel covering your body.

“My mum was so charmed by Jin that she insisted we stay another day. I swear, that guy doesn’t know how to turn it down.” You laugh, oblivious to the glare on Jungkook’s face, “But oh well, at least she bought the whole spiel of him being you.”

When you’d started your fuckbuddy relationship with Jungkook, you weren’t careful about not mentioning him to your mum. So whenever she called you, you’d tell her you were doing this or that with Jungkook. You were spending such a huge amount of time with him –when you weren’t fucking, Jungkook could put on an okay impression of a decent human being, and he was pretty funny too– that your mum presumed he was your boyfriend.

You tried lying and saying that he’s just a friend but she wouldn’t have it so you ended up just agreeing that he was, in fact, your boyfriend. You just didn’t have the heart to tell your sweet, loving mum that Jungkook was just the dude who put his penis in her daughter on the daily, sometimes more than once.

It went fine until the holidays came around and your mother demanded that she finally meet this Jungkook who has been seeing her daughter for so long. Obviously, you never would, in a million years, let them meet. Jungkook was too crass and misbehaved. You didn’t want to give your mother a heart attack yet, so you convinced Jin, a dear friend of yours, to go in Jungkook’s place and pretend to be him. To which he so kindly agreed.

Jin was an instant hit at the family reunion. He was loved so much that he was invited to stay over for a longer time, which he again agreed to because Jin is an attention-loving whore and he’d never turn down an opportunity for people to praise him. You would have had to stay more if you didn’t chew Jin’s ear off and gave him a well-delivered punch to the gut. The following day, he suddenly remembered that your classes start early and he told your mum that you needed to leave. She was disappointed, more than she ever was when you were visiting alone, but she’ll live.

“I don’t know why he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend when I’m not.”

“You know why.” You glare at him.

“Because your lovely mother would drop dead if she knew the real nature of our relationship? If she knew the filthy things I do to you. The filthy things you beg me to do to you.” He smirks, grinding against you.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” You moan, letting your head fall back against the door and enjoying the friction.

“You could’ve just taken me, you know. But I guess you wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room as me without begging me to finger you under the table.” He trails kisses down your neck, harsh and painful, but all the more delicious.

“Perhaps. Or maybe you wouldn’t have been able to keep in your moans while I fucked you, making the entire house hear you telling me how my pussy is the tightest you’ve ever had and how much you can’t get enough of it.” You parrot back the words he told you the night before you left.

He groans, suddenly throwing off your towel and pressing a finger against your slit, “Brave words, little girl, but look how you’re already so wet for me.”

“And you’re telling me if I go down on my knees and unzip your overly tight jeans I won’t find your cock red and twitching?” You say through clenched teeth, doing exactly that and taking his pants and boxers off. Jungkook doesn’t disappoint, you find him already hard and ready.

“Well, as long as you’re down there why don’t you shut up and show me what that sharp mouth of yours was really made for? And don’t tease.” He warns, making short work of his shirt then throwing it away, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You completely ignored my texts earlier and chose to continue feeling up that blondie. Why should I give you what you want now?” You lightly trail your index finger up and down his length.

“You can’t expect me to drop everything I’m doing the second your highness decides to come back. You’re good, baby, but you’re not that good.” He grips his cock and circles the head of it around the shape of your lips, mesmerized by the way the softness of your lips give way underneath him. Your tongue peeks out and curls around his head, sucking on it and stopping his movement.

You let his dick go out of your mouth with a pop that had him hunching over, his shadow engulfing you. “Is that why you were waiting so patiently for me a few minutes ago like a good boy?” His cocky smile falls and you smirk triumphantly, knowing you had him. “She must not have been any good at all to have you running back to me so soon. Are you losing your touch, Kookie?”

“Oh, but she was great baby. The most submissive little thing. She was prepared to do anything I wanted. She would’ve done anything to please me. But that’s boring. You know I like a challenge. I prefer your brand of submissiveness. It’s much more satisfying getting a stuck up and spoiled bitch like you to swallow her pride and beg for my dick. I love breaking you down, baby.” Jungkook finishes you off cleanly. He always found a way to do that. “Now shut up and suck me off.”

He’s being entirely too cocky, but with a dick like that, he has every right to be. That doesn’t stop you from continuing to tease him though, knowing that soon enough he’d take the lead anyway and he never goes soft on you. You use your tongue to follow all the lines on his dick, paying special attention to the groove separating the head from the shaft, never once taking him in your mouth like he wants you to.

“You really want to be punished today, don’t you?” He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to slap his cock against your cheek a few times. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, punish me real good.” You say it tauntingly, but it gets to him anyway, and he handles you even more roughly to show you he deserves the title.

“Open up your mouth and don’t you dare close it until I’m done using it. I don’t care if you have to breathe or if you’re fucking choking, you’ll take it like the good girl you are. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You rush to say, pushing your tongue out to get him to fuck your mouth already. That doesn’t please him and he gives another harsh tug on your hair that makes tears sting your eyes, “At least try to pretend you’re not such a slut.” He sneers, but you know he loves it.

You pull your tongue back into your mouth and give him your biggest puppy eyes, and finally, finally, he pushes his cock inside, sticking to shallow staccato thrusts that hit the back of your throat for just a split second each time. You had missed the weight of him on your tongue so you close your eyes and moan around him, like the girls in those over the top chocolate commercials, except unlike them, you weren’t exaggerating your pleasure.

But your moan soon turns to multiple impatient ones when Jungkook keeps up his shallow, sparse thrusts. “What is it? Does baby girl want more?”

You moan out a yes, not daring nor wanting to pull your mouth off of him in order to vocalize your need better. “Do you think you deserve it? Lying to me and being gone for so long? How do you think I’m supposed to take care of my needs when my little cum bitch isn’t around?”

You thought the question was rhetorical so just give him another pleading moan but he takes his cock out of your mouth and says, “Answer me.”

“Uh…fuck other g-girls?” Was that the right answer? You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, and you didn’t know why your own answer annoyed you so much.

“I could have, but where would I find someone like you?” You feel yourself involuntarily smiling, but then he continues, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl as perverted as you, or nearly as sex-crazed. You let me do things to you I only imagined. That’s you, ready to be fucked whenever and wherever I want.” He praises, or at least that’s what you think he intended with the double edged words.

“There are some seriously fucked up girls out there, and they all would throw themselves into my bed ass first if I so much as lifted a finger in their direction, but I don’t know if they’d ever compare to you.” He caresses your cheek and looks down at you in a mock loving way, and for some reason that makes you feel a little bit sick.

Slapping his hand away, you snap. “Why don’t you break up with me and find out then?”

You don’t know why you were so upset over his words. You don’t mind dirty talk at all, in fact, you loved it. He could always make you wet with just a few words from him, but why did he have to keep bragging about other girls like a peacock brandishing his tail? You already knew all of this but so what? You could have any guy you wanted too.

Like you did earlier this night, he completely brushes over the dating part and simply shrugs, “Too much work.”

Finally, he shuts up and thrusts back into you, this time deep enough to make you choke. Normally you’d do better than that but slight interruption put you off guard, but you quickly get back into it.

You were always hyper aware of Jungkook’s dick whenever you deep throated him. You felt every little twitch it made and tasted even the slightest bit of precum that it produced so you knew just what to do to make it feel exponentially better for him. You swallowed around him when you felt it would affect him the most and used your tongue when he needed it.

Jungkook wasn’t frugal with the sounds he made, letting out moans and grunts each time you did something he particularly liked, praising you for being so good for him. “Shit, I fucking love your mouth baby.” He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, feeling the bulge inside it every time his cock slides in. “I love hearing you gag around my cock. Such a good little slut, taking it all for me.”

He never was the gentlest lover but you thought that he was going extra hard today. Each time he bottomed out, he would stay a second with his lower abdomen pressed against your nose, as if he was purposefully trying to make you lose your breath so he’d punish you more.

But you were too horny for whatever he had in mind and you were in no mood for any further strange questions from him so you set your mind to making him bow out before you did. Trailing a hand between his spread legs, you press your thumb against the area between his balls and his asshole and rubbed him there just the way you knew he liked.

The effect on him is instant, he lets out a growl and starts assaulting your mouth with his thrusts for a few seconds, the saliva that drooled down your chin making long strings between your mouth and his abdomen every time he tugged your head back, before breaking altogether when he tears himself away from you. He doesn’t give you time to regain your breath before the hand around your throat tightens drastically, preventing you from sucking in the much-needed air, “Did I tell you you can do that?”

“No,” You whimper, the tears that have been stinging your eyes for some time finally break free and start falling in streams down your cheeks. You claw at his hand but it’s no use. He was too strong for you. He wasn’t trying to kill you, he still allowed you enough air to stay alive but not enough to stop the burning in your lungs.

“Then why did you do it?”

“I’m…sorry… sir.” You squeak out the words separately. The sentence too large to come out fully through your tight airways.

He turns around and flings you onto the bed. “Are you going to follow orders or do I have to get out the whips and shackles.”

You shudder at that. Jungkook didn’t much like using toys. He preferred to use his own body. He said it made him feel everything more intensely, but he wasn’t against using them when he really needed to, and you never want to make him need to.

“No, sir, I’ll be good, sir. Forgive me.” You use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth clean and look down demurely.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

You follow his orders instantly, spreading your legs as far as they’ll go but apparently that wasn’t enough for him because he forcefully spreads them just a little wider, making it a little painful. A fact you know wasn’t lost on him.

The soft way he kisses your inner thighs may seem like an attempt to lessen the pain to anyone looking on but you know he was only doing it to torture you more, especially that he can definitely see and smell how aroused you were.

When he moves his lips to your pussy, things don’t get any better. He kisses and licks between your legs like it was a cone of ice cream, the objective was to capture any escaping juice and not to bring you any pleasure.

You’re left with nothing to do than to repeat your earlier pleads of sorrow, hoping he’d take pity on you and start eating you out properly, but he never does. It’s stupid of you to think that taking matters into your hand and touching your breasts to give you some sort of relief would go unnoticed because even if Jungkook had his eyes closed, he was still so acutely aware of your sounds that he noticed the difference your touches made.

You’re not given a second to process things before he’s flipped you on your stomach, quickly grabbing a scarf that was thrown haphazardly on the floor to tie your hands to the metal bars of the headboard.

“You don’t even deserve something this soft. I’d rather have your wrists in shackles that would dig red bloody lines into your skin to teach you the consequences of being such a bad girl. But that can wait for now.” He grits out.

You should have anticipated the first blow that hit your ass, and yet you didn’t. You never do. Jungkook’s hands, those large sexy hands that you love so much are the same ones now torturing you. He doesn’t hold back, fully intending to make you cry again and beg for his forgiveness.

You try to hold back, knowing that if you stop him now, the frustration he was hitting you with would only be transferred to his fucking, and you were sure your pussy couldn’t take the abuse. You’re not sure how many times he’s hit you already, alternating between hitting the same spots to intensify the pain and finding new spots to spread it.

Maybe you had braved out thirty counts, maybe your knees gave out after five, but give out they did, and you were sobbing for him to stop every time he hooked a hand under your waist and pulled your ass up to strike you again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll never be bad again… I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do… I’ll let you fuck me in front of the whole college if you want… just please sir, my ass can’t take any more.” You sob hysterically, fully ready to follow through on every word just to make him stop but he still doesn’t.

“Jungkookie, p-please.” You say the magic word and he stops. You don’t know what is it about the simple nickname that he loves so much, but you’ve come to realize that you can use it whenever things get too intense to make him calm down, during sex or even in real life. You had a safe word, sure, but despite the pain, things weren’t yet too much for you to make you say it. You were just so turned on from the spanking and the teasing that you couldn’t take anymore.

“Should I go and leave you like this? In tears yet so horny you’d ride my thigh to get off if I told you to do it.” You blush, despite the hundred humiliating things Jungkook got you to do for him when he got you horny enough, that would still be one of the most embarrassing ones.

You’d been so turned on one day from Jungkook’s endless teasing but unfortunately for you, you were in a movie theatre watching some superhero flick with some friends from college so you couldn’t do anything about it. Or rather Jungkook didn’t want to do anything about it. Somehow through the course of the movie, you found yourself sitting on his lap, grinding yourself against his thigh to get any sort of friction when Jungkook had the bright idea that you use his thigh to get off. He assured you that it was perfectly fine and that you were seated far enough in the back and away from everyone even your friends, so no one would find out. You were too far gone to think it through enough, and you’d always found his thighs particularly sexy so you listened to him, especially after he promised you he’d let you take control that night if you did it.

Surprisingly it wasn’t hard to reach your orgasm. You had slipped your panties off, and the rough material of his jeans gave the perfect amount of friction over his steel thighs. He had talked you through it with a broken, raspy voice and words seemingly whispered to him by the devil. It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and you would have repeated the action countless times if it weren’t for what happened after the movie ended.

You arousal had apparently left a big ass dark spot on his jeans, and when asked about it by your friends, he gave a casual reply that had you running back to your dorm in embarrassment and not showing your face to anyone for a week straight.

“Oh, that’s from ___. She couldn’t control herself so I let her use my thighs to get off.”

Everyone was stunned, except Taehyung who asked, “And did it work? Did you get off on his thighs?”

You didn’t know if he was saying that to embarrass you further or because he really wanted to know. You saw a hint of something dark in his eyes but you didn’t stick around long enough to find out what it was because you had run away after snapping back, “No, he was talking too much and I couldn’t properly focus on Tom Hiddleston and imagine it was his thigh like I was trying to do.”

That night was the origin of the persisting rumor that you two were an item. The one you constantly denied and that Jungkook kept confirming just to annoy you.

You were torn from your dark memories by the feel of Jungkook’s dick sliding back and forth along your entrance. “Are you ignoring me, baby girl? You sure you want to do that?” He threatens and your words stumble over themselves in a rush to get out of your mouth.

“No, sir, I would never! Please, please, fuck me, please. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you left me like this. Please, sir.”

Jungkook relents, pushing all the way into you with one thrust. The bastard didn’t even prep you beforehand. Luckily, you were used to the abuse. Sometimes Jungkook would prep you extensively before fucking you, other times he did it like this. It was part of the punishment, and you’d learned to like it.

“Is there a problem, baby girl?” He feigns ignorance, noticing the tight clench you had around his dick.

You force yourself to relax, “No, sir.”

“Good.” He says and starts thrusting inside of you, thankfully increasing his pace gradually before it reaches its usual brutality. Then he gives you no reprieve.

Why does he feel the need to fuck you so hard? You’re not some sex doll he can manhandle as he likes and if it breaks he could just get another one… or maybe you were. His thrusts against your bruised ass were powerful enough to push you forward, almost making you hit your head against the headboard if it weren’t for your palms acting as a makeshift cushion between you and the metal bars.

Oh yeah, he does it because it always leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him. “Ah, sir, is my pussy making you feel good? Am I being a good slut?”

You were kissing up to him, you knew that but you couldn’t take any more punishment. And maybe, just maybe, it turned you on as much as it did him.

“It’s fine.” He says curtly and you flush. Your pussy isn’t ‘fine’, it’s fucking great. How dare he?

You lower your chest further to make your ass become perter and give him the angle he likes, then you work your walls against him, simulating the wall they feel when you orgasm, knowing how much he loves it.

“Are you trying to cheat, baby?” He warns.

“No, sir, I’m just trying to make it up to you. I’ve been so bad today. You deserve so much better. Especially since I left you for so long with no way for you to get off while I ran off with another boy. I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I?” You coo.

Jungkook tightened his grip on your hips, hard enough to leave purple marks in the morning. “Yes, you have. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, sir. I just want to make you happy with me. Am I making you happy?”

“Yes, baby, yes.” Jungkook sounded close, his breath ragged and his voiced coming out deep and forced.

“So is my pussy still just 'fine’?” He could practically hear the pout in your question, and he chuckles, “No, baby, it’s fucking perfect. Best I ever had.”

“Thank you, sir.” You sigh, finally content and feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. But Jungkook beats you to it, and the warmth of his seed inside you almost push you off the edge if he had only continued thrusting into you just a few more times but he didn’t.

“Whyyyy?” You whine, but Jungkook ignores you and flips you onto your back again, the scarf twisting tighter around your hands, and your red ass too sore to lie down comfortably. He puts two fingers inside of you and hooks them forwards. You moan with relief, thinking he’s going to finger you but instead he uses them to scoop his cum from inside of you and move it to your lips.

“Open up. I can’t eat you out when you’re so full of my cum.”

At the mention of him eating you out, you rush to clean his fingers. Sucking them into your mouth and using your tongue to get them squeaky clean. He repeats the same action until he’s made you swallow every little bit of his cum then he finally goes down on you.

He doesn’t tease this time, alternating between pushing down on your clit with his tongue and fucking you with it. “Sir, please, won’t you make me cum? I want you to make me cum.” You cry, turned on beyond belief. The pent up arousal starting to turn painful.

Thankfully, he obliges, using his thumb to flick your clits and focusing his mouth on your entrance, his tongue fucking in and out of you and his lips sucking on the margin of your opening.

You start convulsing with your orgasm, pulling with all your might on your bindings in order to run a hand through his locks and guide him to your clit, but he already knows what you want, moving his mouth to your clit to shower it with attention and guiding you through your orgasm.

“Thank you, sir, oh god, thank you.” You slump into a boneless heap. Only stirring when Jungkook leaves and comes back with a wet towel to clean you both up and unlaces the knot around your wrists. He watches you rubbing your wrists to return the blood flow to them before he gets up and begins putting on his clothes.

“No, stay.” You whine. “Look at my wrist, and my ass,” You turn around to show him the red inflamed skin, shaking you ass up at him, “The least you could do is cuddle up with me. I feel lonely.”

“Why should I care about that?” He sneers but quickly backs down when he sees you flinch.

He sighs and throws away the pants he was going to put on, climbing into bed and facing you, “You’re more than a handful you know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you squeeze one of your legs between his own.

You smile, “I know.”

But that smile fades as you see a question floating around in his eyes.

“What?” You ask with a little frown on your face. What was wrong now? Today was a long day and you just wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep.

He seems taken aback at the fact that you could apparently read him so easily but he just tells what’s on his mind, not bothering to attempt to lie. “You could’ve taken me, you know? I know how to behave when I need to.”

This again? Why was he so hung up on that? Could Hwasa have been telling you the truth this whole time? “Oh, so you would have said to my mum 'Now I see where ___ gets her good looks from.’ and shared your secret recipes with her?” You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“Jin did that? Damn.” He laughs, “But yes, I could do that. It’s horribly cliche and pretentious but if that’s what your mum likes…” He uses a hand to play with your hair and you try your best to not look alarmed by it, not wanting him to stop, the soft caress of his fingers as it draws little circles on your scalp making your eyes flutter. It obviously wasn’t a big deal to him, just something he did without thinking so you didn’t need to think about it too much. But then again he’s never done this before…

You half-heartedly hit him in the chest, “Asshole! Fine, next time I’ll introduce you as my loving boyfriend. I’ll say your name is Jin since Jungkook is already taken. I’ll say I saw you one day and it was love at first sight. I was so smitten with you that I had to break up with Jin aka "Jungkook” because it wasn’t fair for him to stay when I loved another man so. My mum would fall even more in love with you than I am. We won’t get married despite our parents’ constant nagging because marriage is for losers who aren’t secure enough in their love lives but that’s not us. We won’t even have kids. We’ll just spend all the money we would’ve wasted on them to travel the world and live like motherfucking stars.“

You can’t say anymore because you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, your face getting dangerously red. You take multiple deep breaths until you calm down then you speak again through the remaining quiet giggles, "Can you imagine?”

You were obviously not taking any of this seriously but it seems like Jungkook had because his hand had gone still in your hair and when you look at him, ready to whine about him stopping, you find him wearing an unreadable look, “No, I can’t. It’s fucking stupid.” His tone is sharp enough to cut. He gets off the bed, collecting his clothes again and getting dressed.

You were shell-shocked. Why the fuck did he have to be such a dick all the time? You were just joking around but he couldn’t even let you have that little bit of fun… The horrifying part is, you find yourself not caring about that and instead feeling hurt over the fact that he found what you to be so stupid that he had to leave. That the slightest show of emotion from you was so revolting to him.

None of the things you said today were wise but your next ones might just be the worst. Maybe you’d look back on your life one day and decide that you were over-reacting, that what he said wasn’t so bad to garner such a dramatic response from you and that you were costing yourself a perfectly decent fuckbuddy over nothing. Or maybe you’d look back and clap yourself on the back for saying it. Maybe Hwasa was right. If Jungkook does nothing more than annoy and apparently hurt you, then why don’t you just break it off with him? Maybe it’s time to find someone who, well, would treat you like a human with feelings for starters.

“I don’t want to be your fuck buddy anymore.”

Jungkook froze, his whole body becoming tense. “Is this because of Jin?”

“I… what?” You ask, genuinely not understanding what that had to do with anything.

“You know what? Whatever. You’re starting to get too clingy anyway.” Jungkook doesn’t even look at you as he pulls on his shirt and slams the door behind him.

He leaves you behind to be consumed by the deafening silence that does nothing to buffer the screeching confusion of thoughts inside your head. All feelings and sensations seep out of your body. You feel yourself becoming numb, barely able to breathe, your ears ringing, and the light slowly leaving your eyes.

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ryden fic rec list

ahh so over the years i have read some AMAZING ryden fics…and some not so amazing ones. here, my dear friends, is a masterpost of some ryden fics that are definitely worth reading. make sure to read the warnings that the links give before reading please!! (there are 41 as of now, i update it like once a month)

♡ = favorite

one shots:

1. Falling is Like This: So, Brendon is madly in love with a boy from the candy shop. The boy from the candy shop. There’s only one.

“I bet he’s sweet,” Pete cracks, and Brendon rolls his eyes and groans.

ryan is so cute in this. and the story line is so fluffy and adorable i mean,, c’mon. 4,571 words.

2. let the good times roll: A college/barista AU.

ryan’s kinda obsessed with fall out boy. i love how this ends. also slight joncer. 3,650 words.

♡ 3. Love, Sex, and Parachutes: Spencer owns Decaydance Skydiving and employs many of the bandom boys.

this fic is kinda like the office and it’s so funny and i love it okay just read it. lots of ships. 3,847 words.

4. Purple Is Not A Christmas Color: KID!FIC Brendon has a problem with the fact that Santa put Ryan on the Naughty List.

i live for kid fics and this one is no exception. so fluffy. 5,657 words.

♡ 5. If I were stalking you then I’d know your favourite cookie flavour (Oatmeal Raisin, by the way): Spencer’s a video game addict, Jon’s kind of an ass, Brendon’s in Fall Out Boy and Ryan, uh, well he has a stalker.

ryan and jon work in a coffee shop. brendon’s kinda creepy but he has good intentions. trust me, it’s good. 6,011 words.

6. Sleepover Princes vs. Goodnight Girls: Ryan totally has a thing for Pete Wentz. Brendon should be happy for him, right?

ryan’s a slick motherfucker and brendon’s a jealous one. 5,487 words.

♡ 7. Love In A Letterbox: AU. He’s always found a sanctuary in books, a protection almost. A world of your own where no one else can change things you don’t want to be changed.

so deep and well written. really cute library au. 6,007 words.

8. From A Pretty Mouth: “Are you wearing lip gloss?” Spencer asked as he passed by the two boys right when Brendon pursed his lips in the mirror. “Damn right I am!” Brendon exclaimed, and grinned at the drummer. “It tastes like strawberries.”

ryan has a brendon’s lips kink. hot make outs. really short though, 2,000 words.

♡ 9. This Is Halloween: Brendon turns into a four-year-old just before Halloween.

the CUTEST. baby bren is so so great and has a lisp when saying spencer’s name. 2,981 words.

10. Candyboy: There is an urban legend about how a boy can get the most spectacular and orgasmic kiss of his life, if he dares to try it.

this fic is pretty hot with an interesting story line. i’m pretty sure it’s a crack fic. 1,700 words.

11. Like A Magic 8 Ball, But You Can Only Ask One Question: Jon has the power to know whether someone’s gay or straight or somewhere in between.

jon saved everyone’s lives. just like irl. 3,689 words

♡ 12. Every Night You Stay: It wasn’t Ryan’s fault that Brendon had, apparently, taken everything he said to heart and decided to make Jon his new best friend and secret boyfriend.

ryan is so weird, jealous, and hilarious in this. i felt so bad for jon hfshjfsdj. it’s by one of my fav authors. 5,342 words.

♡ 13. Best Laid Plans: Brendon had a three-step plan to make Ryan Ross fall in love with him. He didn’t write it down or anything (and if he did, the tiny, shredded pieces of paper were scattered across some highway between Wisconsin and Indiana, so no one could prove it), but it was a very specific plan.

THIS IS HILARIOUS. i love this fic sossoso much cause brendon tries so damn hard to get ryan. featuring octopuses playing pianos (it’s not crack i promise) 4,600 words.

♡ 14. The Theory of Infatuation: Brendon’s the drama geek with the voice of an angel, and Ryan’s the socially crippled boy on the newspaper staff who loves him.

o!!!!m!!g!!!!!!!! the perfect high school au, ryan is too cute for his own good. 5,896 words.

long fics:

♡ 1. Eccentric Times At Barrington High: The Office/High School AU: For some odd reason, a documentary company decides to document the daily lives and struggles of the teachers and students of Barrington High.

(OR: Music teacher Patrick Stump is hopelessly in love with his best friend trademark emo English teacher Pete Wentz, valedictorian William Beckett may or may not have had sex with the new Spanish teacher Gabe Saporta over his summer break in Jersey, pretentious and Coldplay-addicted Ryan Ross hates the lively and optimistic music teacher Brendon Urie, and more scandalous and weird things happen)

oh. my. god. this fic made me laugh so hard. mikey way is kind of an asshole and the description isn’t exaggerating when stating “Coldplay addicted Ryan Ross” because he honestly is. I’m pretty sure he fantasizes about Chris Martin on a daily basis. tyler and josh are the camera men. oh yeah, and halsey is in it. they are teachers except the tai guys and halsey. 75,032 words.

2. Two Weeks In Hawaii: After being left at the alter the night before his wedding to Pete-fucking-Wentz, Ryan cashes in his honeymoon tickets to Hawaii where he finds that maybe not all men are complete assholes. – features pretty much every relationship ever, tons of characters, a bunch of relationships, and more butthurt and angst than any one story should.

william is so great in this story. brendon’s such a sweetheart too. the beginning is so sad. i may have hated pete wentz for three days after reading this fic. lots of drama and angst. 112,075 words.

♡ 3. Two Vatos Locos Full of Carnalismo and Inamoratos: You dream with your soulmate. That’s how you learn who you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with. It’s simple, really, almost too easy. There’s no struggle unless your soulmate lives miles upon miles away. At least, that’s what usually happens. At first, Ryan thinks he’s sick. That he’s messed up or broken– maybe that’s why he didn’t dream with his soulmate for so long. But then he does, and fuck. Of course his soulmate is a fucking trauma case.

WARNING: WILL FUCK YOU UP. i’m not even exaggerating. it’s so angsty and sad and perfect and i love it so much. also, please read the tags before deciding to read this fic. some include: abuse, alcohol, suicide attempt(s). this isn’t the full thing so please take care and read the tags. 207,878 words.

♡ 4. Our Eyes Shine the Brightest When Our Faces Are Covered in Dirt (sequel to Two Vatos…): “Life isn’t a Disney Movie, and the world isn’t that generous. Sometimes, a story ends with an unsatisfying fade to black, and that’s all you have.”

Ryan struggles to teach his students this after taking a university teaching job to distract himself from his absent soulmate and his dying friend at home. He begins wonders if the ring on his finger means anything at all to Brendon.

read Two Vatos before reading this one. this may be even more sad and angsty, if that’s even possible. i cried a lot while reading this & the prequel. keep tissues handy. 104,062 words.

5. The One Thing I Never Expected: Ryan is Brendon’s best friend, they grew up together. But Ryan is different. An accident when he was a child left him deaf. Brendon has always taken care of Ryan, but now he’s starting to care for Ryan in a different way.

this is one of my all time favs. there’s a rape, suicide, and alcohol mentions. this is so cute and yes, they do have sex eventually. high school au. 91,000 words.

6. Star Shaped: Brendon’s not having the best holidays season ever.

you may want to read Forever, Now before reading this fic for it to make more sense. it isn’t ryden, but the story will make more sense if you do. 54,593 words.

7. Brilliant Smiles and Barely Scraping By: Brendon’s holding something inside of himself. It’s far from his heart; that’s where his favorite songs are kept. What he keeps secret is held in a place that Brendon himself doesn’t even want to try to find.

If Brendon couldn’t fight battles, Ryan was more than ready to fight for him

so so sad and worth reading. highschool au. there’s mentions of abuse and is quite angsty. this fic made me really angry. 73,600 words.

♡ 8. Rock Band Is (Not) A Synonym For Love: A mall AU. Pete’s head over heels for an oblivious Patrick, Gerard’s running out of ways to tell Frank he won’t date him, Ryan’s successfully trying to ignore his feelings for Brendon, and Spencer’s trying to make ends meet even as he slowly falls for Jon. On top of all that the big mall celebration is coming up and there’s all kinds of trouble keeping everyone on their toes.

so so cute. all your fav ships in one: peterick, frerard, joncer, and ofc ryden. pretty funny as well. 45,000 words.

9. Freaks: An accident lands Ryan in the hospital, and he meets Jon, who tells him of a mysterious patient on their floor. There’s something not quite right about him, but then again, there’s something not quite right about Ryan as well.

ryan is so self concious and kinda an ass. jon & spencer are the best. 46,000 words.

10. I Don’t Have a Library Card… But I’d Love to Check You Out: AU college. Brendon is close to flunking out of college, and his roommate and partner in crime, Jon, is not helping. He seeks refuge in the school’s library and finds a little more than a place to study. This is a story about finding love, taking chances, and being true to one’s self.

ryan is adorable and sarah may seem like an ass at first, but she’s not. oh, spencer and sarah are siblings. 46,500 words.

♡ 11. How To Kill A Straight Guy: “Have fun eating your once-living flesh! I’ll be in here masturbating to girl magazines I got from my pot-smoking friends!”

the summary above is just for the first chapter. this fic is AMAZING and soooo much angst. it’s unbelievable. you will probably end up crying. it has a kind of sad ending, just warning you. 75,766 words.

fics that are too long to be one shots, but too short for the long fics:

♡ 1. Just A Dash Of Fairy-maldehyde: Brendon had never expected to even meet a real nymph, let alone fall for one.

so so so cute!!!!!!!!!!!! the story line sounds weird, but honestly it’s not at all?? the author totally works it. ryan is flustered so easily and it’s adorable. it’s written by the lovely @buttercupross give her a follow and check out her writing! it’s amazing, and so is she. 14,914 words.

♡ 2. What We Invented: Now Brendon really doesn’t mind having boys in his bed, especially pretty ones and the one currently occupying his sheets seems quite pretty. It’s just…he likes to know who the boys in his bed are and he has absolutely no idea who this boy is.

ryan is so strange in this but it’s a good strange so it’s okay. the joncer is also so cute like? bill beckett is ryan’s roommate. 7,411 words.

3. Let Me Down, Charlie Brown or How Jon Walker Saved Christmas: Christmas time at the mall sucks, especially for those who work there. Brendon has given up on Christmas, Ryan is uptight, and Jon just wants to help.

pete dresses up in a santa costume and patrick is in an elf one. brendon works in a pet shop and spencer always somehow always knows shit. 13,239 words.

4. Love in Bloom: Ryan Ross is a normal boy who struggles with his past. Can one rose seller at the side of the road help Ryan remember the past while still living in the present?

i’m pretty sure i had a revelation while reading this. i remember crying after reading this. a lot. 12,000 words.

5. The Interpretation of Dreams: “I think something’s wrong with me,” Brendon tried to explain. “I basically have dreams so great that they kind of make real life pale in comparison. But not so great that I can tell the difference when I dream.” “And this… is a problem?” Spencer looked skeptical.

this fic was also really sad. very well written. so much pent up emotion. 20,000 words.

6. The Laundromat: Ryan doesn’t want to know the names of the people who come into the Laundromat. He doesn’t want to know what makes Tattoo Guy talk to Guy Who Never Showers. He doesn’t, but a new customer might just undermine all the work he’s done to distance himself from the world.

ryan’s names for people are pretty funny. features joncer, frerard, gabilliam, and peterick. 20,427 words.

7. Silver Roses: Happiness doesn’t grow on trees - but maybe it grows on rosebushes.

there’s slight william beckett/jon walker which was a first. spencer is evil. this is kinda a cinderella au. cute. 23,000 words.

8. Brendon Urie: Pet Detective: Ryan Ross is the new kennel attendant at Thompson & Thompson Vet Clinic. When he meets his co-worker, Jon Walker, they begin to discover dogs disappearing from their kennels. When Ryan’s own dog, Hobo, goes missing, Jon Walker knows exactly who to call.

i almost gasped out loud when i found out who took hobo. pretty creative. 18,000 words.

♡ 9. Just One Of The Girls: “Spence, I’m. Look, I’m going to prove this girl-thing to you, okay? I’m going to,” he held up his hands, “this is so brilliant, I’m going to become a girl.”

pretty hilarious. ryan turns into a girl. vicky t is amazing. 20,830 words.

♡ 10. Every Speck of Dust Illuminated: “Z Berg.” Brendon pauses dramatically for effect. “Is a witch.”

Jon drags a spoon through the foam to draw a four leaf clover, complete with stem. Brendon admires it for a second.

“Brendon,” Jon sighs. “I know you don’t like that Ryan is spending so much time with her, but you don’t get to go around saying shit about people.”

Spine stiffening, Brendon responds as levelly as he can manage, “This has nothing to do with Ryan. Well, besides the fact that he’s hanging out with a witch.”

Elizabeth Ann Berg is a witch. (and there is Charlotte the cat, Ryan the oblivious, and Brendon the hopelessly infatuated.)

you need an account for the link to work. it doesn’t take very long to make one and it’s free. but, this fic is pretty good and ryan is an old man. not literally, he just dresses like one. 15,931 words.

♡ 11. For Whatever You Loose: You can’t always get what you want - unless you fish it out of the ocean.

mermaid au!! brendon and jon are mermaids and ryan and spencer are humans. brendon is so cute. 14,500 words.

♡ 12. You’re Going to Recycle That, Right?: The one where Ryan is a hippie college environmentalist and Brendon just wants a better music auditorium. Featuring Ryan Ross chaining himself to a tree.

ryan is pretty hilarious and smokes a lot of pot with jon. the ending is really cute. 10,600 words.

13. Because You Looks Like A Jackass: Apartment AU! Basically: Brendon’s just moved into town. He courts Ryan Ross with flowery words and also a coat rack. He falls flat on his face.

brendon is honestly so weird in this but it’s kind of endearing and cute. 7,600 words.

♡ 14. Serenade In Blue: Brendon makes Ryan stupid.

brendon likes ryan and ryan likes brendon but they both have no idea. ryan acts really weird when brendon is around and even more when he’s singing, it’s hilarious. z berg is the greatest. 8,013 words.

♡ 15. This Happy Ending’s Just Beginning: The Disneyland parade has evolved into an all-singing, all-dancing extravaganza and Brendon wants to be part of it. Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of opportunities for the guy who sells knick-knacks by the park gates. Enter Ryan, the parade’s current star attraction, who might just have a plan to get Brendon everything he always wanted.

disney au!! my heart melted. spencer hates everyone, overall really amazing. 28,348 words.

16. You Got A Crew? (I Got A Crew Too): AU. Every June, in the world of Las Vegas hair care, it’s all about one thing: the Annual Services Survey. Can struggling hairdresser Brendon Urie and his coworkers finally win over rival salon Cobra Starship? Shenanigans ensue as they battle it out, all while Brendon struggles to keep his eye on the prize—and away from that cute but prickly reporter.

i kept avoiding this fic for some reason? i wish i hadn’t though, it’s hilarious and the pranks are hysterical. one of my favorites. 24,000 words.

here, my friends are 41 of really good ryden fics totally worth your time. if you ever have any questions, don’t be afraid to hit up my ask box. oh, and i apologize for the sucky descriptions, i’m not good at summaries. i tried including fics that i haven’t seen everywhere, so that you can get some new fics. please let me know if the links aren’t working.

make sure to take care of yourselves and read the warnings that the links give before reading. happy reading!

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