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[littleless6teencandles]

(18+) RYAN ROSS X READER

pre split! ryan ross x AFAB! reader - warnings: ryans a munch, drug use/smoking, smut (wrap it before you tap it, folks). lowercase intended, not proofread, A/N at end, enjoy!! <3

while at a house party for “a fever you can’t sweat out” reaching top charts, you and ryan sneak away to smoke.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ryan held you by the waist as you navigated the crowded house together, leading you through bunches of drunks, trying desperately to find a quiet place to hang.

you guys decided on the pool house. it reeked of chemicals as you sat down on a counter with pool salts on it. “are you ready?” you asked, pulling the goods out of your bag. he nodded eagerly in response, watching in awe as you placed a little bag, a grinder, filters, and some rolling papers beside you.

you pulled the lighter out from the inside of your bra and placed it next to everything else. ryan watched in utter excitement as you prepared your guys’ joint. you ground up the bud and then rolled it up in the paper with the filter, licking it shut.

ryan watched as you placed the joint between your lips. he flicked the lighter on and lit it. you took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke.

you handed ryan the joint. he took an extremely overzealous inhale and immediately began to cough, spitting smoke everywhere.. “wow!” you laughed. “that’s too big for your first time!!” he handed you the joint and stuttered out a few broken words. “f-fuck..” he laughed in between coughs.

he was huddled over next to you, coughing out smoke as he gripped the ledge. you rub his back, whispering quiet praises in his ear. “it’s okay,” you hit the joint again, slowly exhaling the smoke.

when he finally regained his composure, he asked for the joint, taking a smaller hit and exhaling quickly after. still, a small cough left his mouth. “smaller..” you laughed, running a hand through his hair.

he looked as if he wanted more, like he wanted your friendship to explore “new heights”.

he positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you, placing his hands on your waist. you place the joint between your lips and inhale again, bringing your lips to ryan’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened and his grip on your waist tightened and he let go, exhaling the smoke. “woah..” he let out a breathy laugh and moved hair out of your face. he stands on his tip toes, giving you a gentle kiss.

first, his kiss was shy and patient, but it quickly turned desperate and sloppy. you straddled him, gently pulling his hair with one hand while the other one made its way down his chest, pulling up his shirt. a small gasp left his mouth when you ran your hands over his v-line, slowly making your way down to his zipper. his eyes widened and he let out a soft whimper.

“can i?” you whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck. he nodded frantically. “yes-“ he cleared his throat. “yes please..” his body shook nervously as he brought his cold hands inside your shirt, bringing his fingers up and around the bottom hem to remove it. “is this okay?” he asked. you nodded, flashing a genuine smile. you helped him take it off, revealing your cheetah print bra. he quickly joined you; removing his jacket, black tee, his plaid red and black boxers peaking out of his jeans.

his lips quickly returned to yours as he multitasked, unhooking your bra in the back and gently removing it from your body. he dropped it, staring in shock at his best friends boobs; he could’ve sworn his dick got so hard it fell off. “oh my god..” he whispered, quickly bringing his mouth to your collarbone, kissing down your cleavage.

he brought his mouth back up to yours, right hand fondling your breast as the left held your jaw. “so cute..” you whispered, cupping his hard cock with your hand. he shivered as you did so, whimpering quietly as he kissed you eagerly.

his hands unbuttoned your shorts and hooked on the inside of the hem, bringing them down over your knees and placing them next to you.

he squatted down in front of you as you spread your legs for him. he placed chaste kisses along your thighs until he reached your pussy. he looked up at you for approval and you nodded, smiling expectantly at him.

he ran a finger up your clothed folds, sending shivers down your spine. he rubbed a few circles on your clit before he buried his face into your clothed pussy. he placed wet kisses on your clit and rubbed a finger along your slit. “ryan..” you groaned, holding his face close by a chunk of his hair. he stopped for a moment, linking his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. then, he dove right back in.

“so, so handsome buried between my thighs.. wanna see you do this all the time..” you whispered. he hummed into you, sending vibrations to your clit. you held his hair back as he went to town on you, circling your clit with his tongue.

then, he slowly gathered pre-cum on his middle finger and slid it into you, curling it up. a harsh groan left your mouth as he pushed in and out, curling his finger up, then slowly adding another finger.

he quickly changed pace, going from teasingly slow to the perfect speed, fingers working magic on you as he ate you.

he stared you in the eye as he ate you out, you could see his shit eating grin as he worked on you. “s’close..” you groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling some of his hair. you grinded your hips into his face, making you come closer to your release.

finally, you finished, you let out a loud moan, cumming all over ryan’s tongue. he looked up at you as he sucked his fingers clean, placing kisses along your thigh.

as you slowly gathered your composure, you sat up, pulling ryan up with you and kissing him. “that was so hot, baby..” he moaned into you, tongue roaming around your mouth as he fondled your breasts.

you hopped off the ledge, clothes dropped to the floor as you swapped spots with ryan. you helped him up, pants down to his ankles as he adjusted himself. he hooked his fingers under his boxers and pulled them down. his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a quiet whimper. his cock was swollen and red, dripping pre-cum from his tip as he looked down at you. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, curling your hair behind your ears. he kissed your forehead before you squatted in front of him, rubbing a gentle finger along his tip, then spitting on it.

your hands slid down the sides of his cock, gently pumping him up and down with a slow but steady pace. his breath hitched in his throat as you continued to do so, placing gentle kisses on his thighs before licking up his cock. you bobbed your head down, slowly taking his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

his hands go to the back of your head, grabbing some hair from the nape of your neck and holding your head, lightly guiding you up and down his cock. “so pretty like this..” he moaned, locking eyes with you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

your hand jerked the base of his cock while your mouth tried to fit all it could, slobbering all over him as you sucked him off. he was a moaning mess, whispering sweet praises in your ear. “mmm, you’re doing such a good job.” he let out a breathy laugh and cupped your cheek.

you quickened your pace and his noises only became louder. “so close..” he closed his eyes and bucked his hips gently into you.

he let out a strained groan as you felt his hot load shoot into the back of your throat. releasing ryan’s cock with a pop, you swallow his cum, wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

he pulled you up onto his lap and kissed you hard. “so hot..” he whispered, repositioning you so you were closer to him.

he jerked his cock a few times before positioning himself over your folds. he ran his tip through them a few times before slowly entering you. his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as you squeezed his cock with your warm hole. “oh god..” he whispered in your ear, hugging you close. he buried his head in your cleavage and began to move his hips up and down. you join him, quickly finding the pace in which you’d go in that moment.

you watch from the window behind as party goers enter in and out of the house. the windows of the pool house were fogged up with hot breath as he pumped in and out of you. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room. “you-“ he babbled, “-so hot- god, i love you..” he laughed, running his hands through your hair.

you place small hickeys along his collar bone, hoping maybe someone will see them when you go back into the party. his hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release..

“fuckkkk,” you giggle, “next time.. we uh.. do this-“ you said in between thrusts, “i want.. to not be in.. some ransom persons… pool house..” he laughed in response. “please,” he groans, pace quickening as he grabs your ass. “fuck!” you groan, cumming on his cock. it happened so much faster than you had anticipated. he continued to thrust for a minute but then pulled out and began jerking it.

“can i,, cum on your,, face?” he groaned. you moaned and nodded, hopping down and squatting in front of him as he continued to jerk in front of you.

he shot his load all over your face, groaning loudly, and placing a kiss on your lips before catching his breath. “wow,,” he laughed. “that was… amazing..” “y-yeah..” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.. “sorry i… did it all over your face, here, let me help. he picked up his shirt and helped you wipe his cum off of your face. “i don’t… need this…” he laughed. he pulled his pants up and zipped them. he helped you get your clothes back on.

he put his jacket on and zipped it up all the way to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he threw the shirt into the corner of the pool house and continued helping you put your clothes back on. he buttoned up the back of your bra and helped you with your shorts. “thanks, ry..” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “we gotta do this more often,,” you winked, opening the pool house door for him.

you two walked back into the crowded house together, hand in hand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N, thanks for reading! i’m sorry if it sucks, i kinda rushed the ending :0 DM for requests, it would be greatly appreciated if someone helped me with prompts so i can get more writing out! thanks! <3

[elektramustdie]

Missed this.

You and Ryan had been apart way too long. While you loved when he was on tour because of how much he loved his fans and performing, you hated being apart from him. 

But it was moments like this, when you finally reunited and all hell broke loose, that made it all worth it.

"I've missed you so fucking much baby" Ryan groaned against your mouth, frantically tugging up the skirt you wore specifically for this occasion.

You had gone from the airport straight to the arena where his band were performing. You couldn't get a flight at any other time, and there was no way you were waiting until after the show to see your husband.

With your bags sent to the hotel, and your panties removed and tucked into your bag as soon as you got off the plane, you were ready to reunite with the love of your life.

"I missed you too lovey, so so much I couldn't breathe" you gasped, popping the button of his pants undone as your head tilted back to expose your neck to his lips.

"Can't have that can we darling, I need you alive and breathing... always" he began marking a particular spot on your neck, the place he knew drove you absolutely wild. His fingers caressed your bare mound, slipping lower to collect the arousal between your folds. "Always wet for me aren't you, even kept your pussy free so I could play"

"If you want me breathing then don't leave me alone, could have me wet for you all the time if you weren't touring..." you didn't mean it, not really. But Ryan knew you were only teasing him, making him feel bad so he'd fuck you like you wanted.

"Yeah? Left my favourite girl all alone, didn't I? How do I make it up to you baby?" he kissed you again, spreading your thighs wider on the table as you pulled his cock out of his undid pants, jerking him off in gentle strokes.

Ryan had kicked everyone out of the dressing room as soon as he saw you. He assumed you'd be waiting at the hotel for him when he got back, so he was utterly surprised when you showed up at the arena in his favourite skirt and those strappy heels that drove him so crazy he wanted to fuck you while you wore those and only those.

He had you on top of the makeshift makeup table quicker than you could say hello to the other boys, his lips on yours before he said a word. It was all so rushed and dirty, and you loved how much he still lusted over you.

"Fuck me like I deserve Ryan, make me cum around you" you begged, slipping your fingers in his hair and looking up to him with doe eyes you knew he adored while your other hand guided his cock to your cunt.

Ryan would've done anything you wanted when you looked at him like that.

"As you wish princess"

He hooked your legs over his arms so your knees were close to your chest, your hand dropping to the table to keep yourself balanced. He pushed in quickly and in one go, a choked cry that Ryan had to muffle with his mouth escaping you. 

He felt so good, too good even, and you had missed the way he filled you up so well, hitting every spot inside you without even moving.

Ryan began thrusting in at a fast pace, knowing he had to make you cum as quick as possible so the two of you could get redressed and the other boys could come back in. They knew what you two were doing in here, so there was a good chance they wouldn't want to come back in any way until the room had been cleared of the smell of sex.

You gripped his hair tight in your hand, biting down hard on your lip as you tried to quieten your sounds. While the boys knew what you were doing, you didn't need some poor crew member hearing you cry out around your husband's cock.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah you do. Look at you, already clenching around me like you're cock starved" he teased, the pure look of ecstasy evident on your face.

"Mhmm... feels so good, oh god Ry I've missed this-missed your cock" you whined, clenching your core around him as his thrusts continued bruising your insides. You knew you'd be sore, but you didn't care one bit, not when it felt this good to have him fuck you this hard.

Ryan pushed you to lay flat and pressed your thighs together, holding them against your chest in one hand as he pressed his thumb to your swollen clit with the other. You slammed your hand against your mouth to hide the scream that erupted at the feeling of him touching your clit.

He smirked at the sight of you desperately trying to hide your noise behind your hand, “Look at you pretending to be concerned of other people hearing you, bet my filthy girl actually wants everyone to hear how good your husband’s making you feel, don’t you? Want everyone to know that I’m yours and you’re mine, don’t you princess?”

You nodded frantically, tears welling up in your eyes at the tight pinch building in your core. You would’ve done anything for him to make you cum.

“Say it” he demanded, rubbing harder against your clit in a motion that had your back arching up from the table.

“Y-yes! Want everyone to know” you could barely form a sentence, “Make me cum, please baby, please... need it so bad” you gasped, trying to hold your orgasm off until Ryan said that you could cum. 

“You’re so good asking permission baby, you can cum whenever you’re ready... Fuck, I love you so much” He leaned over you to give you a deep kiss, the deeper angle making you cum instantly.

Your legs tightened, freezing against your chest while your body vibrated as your orgasm rushed through your core in white hot pleasure. You cried out against his mouth, fisting his hair as your clit pulsed, coming down from the high of your orgasm.

Ryan came soon after, only a few more thrusts being enough to have his hot cum shooting into you and filling you to the brim, leaking onto the table when there wasn’t anymore room. He sighed and slumped against you, his head falling to your chest as he let your legs fall open on either side of him to accomodate his body. 

“I love you so much Ry” you sighed, lifting his head so you could kiss him again. 

“Love you more, baby, ‘m so happy to see you” he smiled, standing straight and pulling you up into a sitting position. You winced at the movement, watching him slowly pull out of you. 

Cum poured out of you and onto the table in an instant, making you both moan out loud at the sight. Ryan dipped his fingers into your heat, collecting your mixed climaxes on two fingers before bringing them to your lips.

You happily licked his fingers clean, keeping it on your tongue as you brought Ryan in for another kiss. Your tongues flicked against each other, moaning while a mix of cum and spit was exchanged between your mouths in a way that was so filthy it riled both of you up again, Ryan’s cock hardening against your thigh.

The two of you were like horny teenagers, and you would’ve happily used Ryan’s cum as lube to fuck again if it weren’t for the loud banging that started on the dressing room door. 

“Hurry the fuck up in there and light a candle, I need to shit” His band mate yelled through the door, you both groaned.

Moment ruined for sure... but there was always later when you got back to your hotel suite...

[mmonogatari]

7 minutes in heaven

── ryan ross x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol use, vulgar words (very few tbh) and slightly suggestive themes. the characters are 18+

word count: 3.4k

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Ryan knew full well you were an introvert and not too interested in partying, yet he insisted on dragging you to Brendon’s house, which was currently way too crowded in your opinion.

You thought about how you’d rather be at home bingeing crappy movies or just relaxing by yourself, sinking in the myriad of pillows that adorned your bed, when your eyes started wandering around the room. Maybe you were looking for an excuse to leave, or just maybe you were looking for the reason you were at this God forsaken party to begin with.

It’s not like you were mad Ryan dragged you here, what made you kind of annoyed was the fact that he was seemingly gone, while you’d hoped he would stay by your side. Instead you found yourself alone, looking for some peace and quiet in the kitchen, far away from the crowd. Yes, you were on your own, but this was somewhat more bearable than awkwardly standing against a wall amidst waves of dancing bodies, trying to push down the knot in your throat that formed as soon as you stepped in. You hadn’t even noticed Ryan disappearing, you just suddenly found yourself feeling colder, your limbs going frigid, looking around for your friend: it almost felt like your body felt the lack of his warm presence and signalled it to you through the shivers dancing up and down your spine.

Once you realised you were unable to locate him, you tried to navigate the crammed hallways towards a glimmer of quietness, shushing the gloominess muddling your thoughts.

You lowered your head, staring at the red cup in your hand, half full with a mixture of vodka and some kind of energy drink. Why were you thinking such stupid things all of a sudden? You’d known Ryan for years now, you had many classes together in high school and now that finals were done, ending your senior year, you were a bit worried you guys would just… drift apart. Maybe that’s why you hoped he would stay with you at this party, maybe that’s why you accepted to come to begin with. Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking. Yeah, that was definitely the reason.

You let out a soft – and perhaps slightly self deprecating – chuckle: it wasn’t the first time those thoughts came to your mind, but every time you deemed them too silly to pay them any mind. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept the fact that you would miss Ryan if you parted ways. You couldn't even begin to process the butterflies you felt in your stomach whenever his pretty face popped up in your head. The oh so perfect, poetic and dazzling Ryan Ross was definitely too out of your league. What use was it to try to make sense of it all, when you were so sure of the fact that these feelings were not reciprocated?

“What’s got you laughing?” a shadow loomed over you. You didn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards you, partly because they were hidden by the loud music that was making the walls vibrate, and also because you were so deep in thought that you drowned out every other stimulus.

You looked up, “Oh wow, I thought you had abandoned me and escaped or something,” you flashed Ryan a small smile. His cheeks were slightly red and flushed, probably because of the alcohol, seeing as he also held a red plastic cup just like yours, except his was empty.

“If you’re looking for something to drink, it should be in that cabinet,” you pointed to his left.

“Well, no, I guess I’ve had enough. Also, I wouldn’t abandon you: Brendon was just talking to some girls about our songs, you know… and he wouldn’t let me leave.”

“What a show off,” you giggled, jokingly. “What are you here for then?”

“Obviously I came looking for you.”

You felt blood rushing to your face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. We were thinking of playing some games or something,” Ryan immediately noticed your face going blank, “Listen, I know you’re not the biggest fan of parties and stuff, but I’d like if you tagged along, to be honest I’d like it better with you there…” he scratched the nape of his neck, was he… embarrassed?

That was so unlike the Ryan you knew, always somewhat cocky and annoying, hiding his kind and sweet side behind the slightly arrogant facade. It was kind of endearing to see him flustered, and you silently thanked the alcohol for making him this cute.

“Yeah, well, I guess I can tag along… but no truth or dare, you know I have no creativity whatsoever and I wouldn’t be able to come up with questions and that would be the actual worst,” you chuckled, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous and anxious you were.

“Okay okay, I won’t allow them to let you make a fool of yourself like that,” he mocked you.

This wasn’t your first party, but it definitely would be the first time you played party games, as you always avoided them like the plague.

Other than the nervousness, a slight pang of jealousy caught you by surprise. What were you even jealous of? Ryan? It’s not like he liked you back. And it’s not like you liked him to begin with. The butterflies that flapped violently against the walls of your stomach were just a natural reaction, who wouldn’t feel even the littlest bit of excitement when the most gorgeous man on Earth smiled at you so coyly?

Then why did you catch yourself staring at his nape while he was leading you out of the kitchen, the curve of his shoulders clumsily hidden by his shirt, and your eyes wandered down his back, while feeling a pit of sadness piercing through your stomach?

You caught yourself praying that he wouldn’t have to kiss any other girl, and maybe, just maybe, the bottle would land on you… but it’s not like you’d ever have the guts to confess your conflicted feelings, especially not when the thought of your friendship dying down from the distance college would put between you was all that occupied your mind for days now.

He turned to face you, “Are you coming or what?” he smiled.

You tried to regain some composure and nodded.

The whole house was packed with teens dancing to the loud music playing through the speakers. Ryan waited till you caught up with him and then let you walk ahead of him.

“I don’t want to bear the guilt of losing you in the crowd,” he snickered.

You walked past him and felt his hand on the small of your back. It was warm and comforting, you relished in the feeling, trying to quiet down your heartbeat. You couldn’t even tell if it was the nervousness of the imminent game or the warmth radiating from his hand making your heart skip one too many beats.

He led you all the way to Brendon’s bedroom, where a few other people were waiting.

“Here they are! Come sit here guys,” Brendon exclaimed cheerfully. “Allow me to explain what we’re gonna play.”

Brendon’s theatrical attitude made you chuckle, seemingly calming your furious heartbeat with the distraction he provided.

“So you all know 7 minutes in heaven right?” He glanced at you and you nodded in response. While you weren’t as close with Brendon as you were with Ryan, you guys did hang out more than a couple times and he knew you were kind of a shut-in hermit. Being a homebody didn’t mean you lived under a rock.

He continued, “Well that’s what we’re playing, but with a twist,” Brendon’s smile grew, you could catch a glimpse of benevolent malice hiding behind his pearly whites.

Some girls squealed excitedly, everyone wanted to know more.

“Okay, quiet down everybody,” Brendon shushed, gesturing with his hands.

“Hurry up Brendon,” Spencer laughed.

“So, to be honest I always thought 7 minutes in heaven was pretty boring. I mean you get to spend seven minutes stuck in a closet, isn’t it quite obvious you’re gonna fuck?” he started explaining. “So I’ve devised this variant. Basically we’re gonna split the guys from the girls and each group gets a room.”

People started giggling gleefully, thinking this was gonna get interesting.

“Each group gets to pick one person, like I don’t know, by spinning the bottle or something, and that’s the lucky one that gets to go in the closet. Blindfolded obviously. Cause the objective is guessing who the other person is, but no talking allowed. And no cum stains on my clothes cause we’re gonna use my closet, and I swear I’m gonna commit murder if any of y’all get them stained,” he shot daggers at the boys, who all laughed.

Ryan glanced at you as if to ask if you were okay, you gave a slight nod and a small smile. You didn’t want to ruin everyone’s night and be a bummer. Also it would be unlikely you’d get picked anyway, seeing as there were at least six or seven other girls.

“Oh also,” Brendon chimed again. “We’re going for multiple rounds!” Everyone cheered.

“Come on now, let’s get to our rooms,” Brendon ushered the girls out, pointing to the door opposite to his bedroom.

You sat down with the others, taking a second to look at them. You kind of knew some of them, from school, but not really enough to call them friends. Barely acquaintances even.

“Okay I guess spin the bottle would be the easiest way, right?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

You gulped nervously, you genuinely didn’t know if you wanted to be picked to get this over with or not.

One of the girls placed an empty soda bottle down in the middle of the circle you all made on the floor, and started spinning it.

When it landed on a pretty blonde, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. The pang of jealousy stabbed through your chest again though, and you found yourself hoping that Ryan wasn’t the one picked.

As you all got up and covered the girl’s eyes with the tie Brendon gave you as a makeshift blindfold, you started making your way out of the bedroom, while the chosen girl was being guided by her friend.

“Keep quiet or you’ll ruin the surprise!” you overheard one of the girls say, while giggling.

You opened the door to find the boys all ready with their chosen candidate.

You held back your sigh of relief when you noticed it was Spencer the one who was blindfolded.

Everyone stayed quiet as Brendon opened the closet and let Spencer and the girl inside. He then grabbed a timer, “Time starts… now!”

He hurried everyone to leave the bedroom.

Once you’re all out he laughed, “I don’t wanna hear them making out to be honest.” He flopped on the bed in the spare bedroom where you previously were with the girls. “Hasn’t Spencer been eyeing that girl up and down like, all night long?”

“Yeah,” Ryan replies, his tone somewhat sheepish.

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks and ears, your breath hitched after noticing how close his voice sounded. Your head felt dizzy and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at him and face his gaze, that you felt burning through your skin.

You sank lower into the mattress, seeking comfort in the lavender coloured sheets.

Perhaps Ryan caught your nervousness, or maybe he was also feeling awkward — even though you struggled to picture that — but he didn’t say a word for a couple of minutes.

When you finally lifted your head to look at him, he gave you a small smile, his eyes hiding his flustered demeanour pretty well.

“How do you think they’re doing in there?” he breathed out.

Why was your heart even thumping now? You felt like your ribs were about to crack.

“Oh, uh… I guess they’re having fun,” you spoke softly.

As the minutes went by you started making small talk and feeling a bit more comfortable. After all it was the alcohol’s fault you were feeling so lightheaded and your heart felt like it was running a marathon. Yes, it was surely that. Just hold on a bit more and you can leave, you kept telling yourself.

The ringing of the timer shook you out of your dizzy bliss, your heart giving you the fatal blow when it seemed about to jump out of your chest as Ryan’s shoulder brushed against yours when he rose from the bed.

“Time’s up, let’s go free the lovebirds,” Brendon laughed in a slightly sarcastic tone.

When he opened the closet door, the two of them were all over each other, hair ruffled and breathing laboured.

“Come on, get out. You can continue somewhere else,” Brendon winked, making everyone laugh. “Time for the second round.”

This time you were feeling a little more relaxed, the alcohol was starting to wear off and you were getting more comfortable. The game didn’t seem as scary anymore.

Until the bottle landed on you.

You knew this would happen eventually, yet you couldn’t help your head jerking up, trying to hide the panicked look you were sure was plastered on your face.

Thank God, or maybe unfortunately, the girls didn’t seem to notice and they hurried you on your feet, eager to blindfold you and start the round.

Shivers travelled up and down your spine as one of the girls held your hand to guide you to the room.

It was so eerily quiet, you couldn’t tell at all who was the guy who got picked.

You felt the girl’s hand on your shoulders as she pushed you into the cramped closet. You tucked your feet under your bottom, trying to find a comfortable enough position.

The air grew warmer as the other person joined in.

“Okay guys, time’s starting.” You hear a muffled voice, but you couldn’t distinguish who it was because of the layers of fabric and wood blocking out the sounds, “let’s go grab some more booze while we wait”.

Your view was completely black, your mouth agape, looking for some more air to fill up your lungs. You were almost shaking, trying to dry off your sweaty palms on your jeans.

You felt rustling coming from in front of you, he was probably trying to adjust himself in the tiniest amount of space so as to not disturb you. He couldn’t help but brush his legs against yours though, which let a small gasp escape from your lips.

“Uhm…” you started, before remembering the no-talking rule. You sighed in frustration. How could you even begin to guess who was the boy stuck in there with you if you couldn’t even talk to him?

Suddenly you felt puffs of warm hair hitting your face, signalling that he was getting closer. You instinctively raised your hands in front of you, as if you were trying to protect yourself or put some distance between the two of you, even though it would have been in vain, seeing as your back was against the wall.

What you didn’t expect was your hands hitting the soft cotton covering his chest. You froze, unable to react and remove them, mentally cursing the moment you decided to participate in this stupid game.

The fact that the boy took this as a sign that he could reciprocate your touch made everything even worse, your head started spinning faster than a carousel as his hands laid gently on your knees.

You could feel his warmth through the denim fabric, your heart started skipping beat after beat. This was driving you insane, it felt as if the time was as frozen as you were in that instant.

He hummed quietly as his hands made their way up your thighs, hesitating.

He stopped midway, seemingly unsure whether he had the green light or not.

For some reason you felt disappointment rush through your veins when he stopped, replacing the nervousness. As he was about to lift his hands, his fingertips barely grazing your legs, you moved your own hands higher up his chest, your feather touch barely caressing his collarbones under the lightweight shirt.

Thankfully he got the message. His hands latched back to your thighs, but didn’t stay there for long, he immediately moved them up to grab your hips.

You felt goosebumps when his thin fingers slid under the hem of your shirt and collided with the skin of your lower back.

It felt somehow familiar.

His fingers hooked in your Venus’ dimples and your ears felt devilishly hot when they caught the sigh he let escape.

The sound reverberated in your head, kicking out all other thoughts and that small spark of reason you were trying to keep alight.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, trying to focus on identifying the man who was making you feel all hot and bothered.

As your fingers travelled to the nape of his neck and tangled in his soft hair, his hands were occupied with exploring your back and waist, stopping to lay palms flat against your side, thumbs lightly pressing your stomach.

His face was inching closer and you could smell his cologne, faint but distinguishable.

The scent of hairspray, the softness of his shirt, it all made sense now.

“Ryan?” a whisper struggled to leave your lips.

“Y-yeah…” his breathing fanned against your earlobe. “You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you,” he sighed as his lips brushed against your skin.

A rush of hot blood made your veins pulse, you gulped down the awkwardness.

“I’m happy too…” your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer in a much needed hug.

When you felt his nose bump into yours, all sense and reason escaped you, as an eagerness you didn’t know you could have made its way through your dizzy head.

“Is it okay if…” his lips caressed your cheek as he whispered.

“Yes, please, Ryan, kiss–”, his lips didn’t let you finish the sentence as they immediately captured yours in a loving and chaste kiss.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he whined desperately in between sloppy kisses, stopping only to take your blindfolds off.

You hummed against his mouth, hoping he’d understand that you too had been dying to kiss him for God knows how long.

His hands started exploring your back, clashing against the clip of your bra and the hem of your jeans, before settling on the sides of your face. His thumbs traced small circles on your cheeks.

“I really really like you, (Y/N),” he panted.

“I like you too,” you replied before capturing his lips once again.

The make out session left you breathless as you laid your head on his shoulder, while he engulfed you in his tight embrace. It felt like he’d never let you go and you were totally fine with that.

“I think I would have actually cried if you ended up with some other jerk,” he chuckled.

“Were you jealous?” you teased, knowing full well you were thinking the same exact thing.

“Shut up. Wouldn’t you also be jealous if the girl you liked for years ended up making out with someone else?”

“Touché, Ross,” you chirped gleefully. He liked you. The prettiest and kindest and smartest person you’d ever laid eyes upon reciprocated your feelings. It felt unreal.

“Don’t you think time should be up by now?” he tilted his head.

“Oh fuck, you’re right. Did they forget us or what?”

“Not that I’m complaining if we accidentally end up staying here all night,” he teased sarcastically, “who knows what might happen.”

“Shut up!” you laughed.

The closet fell silent. You really should be looking for a way to get out.

Thankfully it seemed that Brendon read your minds, cause you suddenly felt frantic footsteps approaching hurriedly and a string of mumbled ‘fuck fuck fuck’s.

“We can continue this later, right?” Ryan whispered in your ear, as he moved just a couple inches back. You could literally feel the cocky smirk adorning his beautiful face.

You turned to look at him right as the closet door opened, “Fuck guys I’m so sorry, we went to grab some more vodka bottles and didn’t hear the timer go off I’m so sorry fuck,” Brendon’s hand was outstretched, offering you help to get out.

Thank God he didn’t seem to notice your tousled hair and laboured breath.

Your eyes went immediately looking for Ryan’s, his gaze making you melt.

“Don’t worry, we had fun,” he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. He was back to his annoying usual self, which you couldn’t help but love all the same as the desperate whiny mess he was just a couple minutes ago.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

i highly hope there were no mistakes as english isn't my native language and this was my very first time writing a fanfic :)

[camjsad0]

Birthday wish ‧₊˚✩彡

- Ryan ross x reader oneshot !! got bored and js wrote this lol. this is my first oneshot so expect to see a few mistakes sorry😞💪💔

- Fluff <3

- WC: 741

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It was 6:30pm on a tuesday, just a few days after ryan’s birthday. I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about random stuff while listening to my favorite band. This was usually what i did everyday.

My thoughts were quickly cut off when i felt my phone vibrate.

I lazily grabbed my phone and saw that ryan had sent me a text. I instantly checked what the message said.

“Hey, can i come over??”

I nervously typed on my phone and sent him back a text,

“yeah sure, what time r u coming over?”

“ill be there in 10 mins :)” he replied.

I sent him a like and got off my bed, making my way to the vanity.

I didn’t know why i was so nervous, it was normal for ryan to come over. However, i never really cared about what i looked like. But for some reason i’ve been developing feelings for ryan—— although i keep trying to be indenial about it because i knew that telling him how i felt can result into having my long-time friendship with ryan ruined. I knew for a fact that ryan viewed me only as his friend, nothing else.

I pushed away my thoughts and quickly started to brush my hair, put a decent amount of lipstick; just making myself look like i totally haven’t been rotting in my bed for days.

A few minutes have passed, and i heard a knock at my door. My mom probably had already let him in, I opened the door to see ryan’s surprised look on his face. “What got you all dressed up?” in a teasing manner. “I went out earlier.” clearly i was lying, unfortunately ryan picked up from my weird tone and replied “You’re totally dressing up for me, aren’t you?” smirking as the words flew off his mouth. “Oh shut up” trying to hide my flushed face, quickly turning around and making my way to my bed as i sat down on it.

“Wanna watch a movie?” looking up at him as i asked. “Yeah sure, how about this one?” he said as he picked up a CD from the small shelf. He comfortably sat down on my bed as i set it up and hurriedly sat down beside him.

30 minutes in, and i sensed that ryan was getting bored of the movie, and honestly so did i, it was just your typical horror movie. He yawned and placed his head on your shoulder. You awkwardly sat there until you finally felt comfortable enough to lean your head on top of his.

“You’ve been acting weird lately, what’s wrong?” he randomly blurted out. I didn’t know how to reply and froze for a few minutes before i finally replied, “It’s nothing.” I stuttered out before getting up and rushing to my bathroom. My heart beating fast, as if it was about to fly out of my chest.

Why were you feeling this way towards ryan? Your bestfriend for years?

You stood there for a few minutes and realized that you had probably left ryan startled. You hesitantly pushed the door knob open.

Ryan was holding your journal in his hands, casually flipping through the pages. Reading it with a smile on his face, I don’t even think he noticed you.

You almost fled there to snatch your journal back, although you knew that ryan had probably already read enough to know how you felt towards him.

“Why did you never tell me how you felt?”

“I’m sorry, but i knew that you only viewed me as your friend-“ you were cut off. “Why would you assume that? What if i liked you too?” He admitted. I couldn’t believe what i just heard. I never even noticed that he had feelings for me too. “What do you mean?”

“God, you’re so oblivious (y/n). I’ve liked you for years. But you were always busy being with some guy that didn’t even treat you right. It crushed me to see you being treated that way. I never had the chance to tell you how i felt-“ you immediately cut him off by placing a soft kiss on his lips. Leaving a faint pink kiss mark on his lips, making you giggle. He leaned forward to kiss you again, this time being more passionate. He pulled off and reached a hand to your cheek.

“I guess my birthday wish came true.”

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[saturnplaza]

𝐈𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭// 𝓐 𝓡𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽

I love Ryan Ross and there simply are not enough fanfics about him out there so I am here too add.

This is Circa 2002, set in a different universe where the Pre-Split Panic! boys are a friend group instead of a band.

Simple premis for this one.

Reader Invites Ryan to skip school and get high, they end up confessing eachothers feelings.

There are no trigger warnings this fic is very lax.

This is definitly not my best work, but I do still like it, Kudos and Comments a greatly apreciated<3

Word Count: 3,934

Have a good rest of your day <333

[lucajayms]

i opened my requests! i'm fairly newer to writing for an audience (ignore my almost six year old wattpad account that has stories with a bunch of reads)

i will write a lot of shit! just ask!

but things i WILL NOT WRITE include but are not limited to:

incest nercro any gross kinks age play anything brendon urie related the list goes on

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR! My Chemical Romance Panic! At The Disco (minus brendon) Fall Out Boy Palaye Royale Marvel Gravity Falls Destiny 2 Euphoria Hamilton Heathers

[prettyseaveins]

Lover Boy, Lover Girl - R.R.

Ryan Ross x female!reader one shot

SFW / No warnings 

word count: 748

Summary: a small snippet into a random morning with Ryan Ross

“Ryan, did you hear what the fuck is going on with the government?” you asked, your body leaning against an arm of their shared couch as you held a cup of coffee. A look of disbelief was on your face as your boyfriend sat down beside you, letting his eyes fall on the screen you stared at. “This literally means that the government is gonna start controlling our brains or some shit because they want to block the media we consume—which is complete and utter bullshit! What the fuck? Does this mean I am no longer going to be able to sing about socialism and shit?”

“I think you’ll be able to sing about your idealistic world of anti-capitalism and love for me no matter what the government says,” he smiled comfortingly at you and let a hand rub your thigh soothingly. “This probably won’t even pass. Do you even hear how dumb they sound? She asked him if some dumb meme caused kids to become communists. I think we’ll be fine.”

“I guess you’re right, but also, who said I sang about loving you? For all you know, I could be singing about my love for Pedro Pascal or another celebrity crush that is ranking high on the list. Who knows, it could even be one of your friends from a different band. What was that bassist that took over Jon’s spot? Austin, was it? Or maybe his name was Antonio?” You put a finger up to your chin, tapping it as you faked your pondering. “Oh, I remember! Dallon is his name! Isn’t he a part of some big and famous band now? Supposedly even better than that band you used to be in?” Before you could utter another word, Ryan grabbed the coffee out of your hands and pushed his free hand into your side, starting to tickle you.

“You better plead for mercy,” he said, continuing to tickle you as you giggled and thrashed around. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were right! All my songs are about you and not some stupidly gorgeous hunk!” Another fit of giggles and laughter left your lips as he continued to harass your side with wiggling fingers. “I said you were right! Please, have mercy on my soul!” After a couple more seconds of tickling, Ryan stopped and let you be free of the punishment.

“Thank you for admitting I was right,” he took a quick sip out of your mug, grimacing at the taste. “You put way too much creamer in here.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t for you, it was for me,” you sat up and grabbed the mug from him before taking a sip of your own coffee. “I could make you a cup if you want. One that has less sugar for your poor old soul.”

“You can’t be mean to me anymore. I have fingers of steel that could tickle you for eons to come,” he wiggled his fingers to try and prove just how serious he was, but it only resulted in a cringe from you.

“Okay, lover boy. I’m gonna make you a cup of coffee so I can hopefully get that image out of my head,” you stood up and started walking to the kitchen, setting down your own mug to start making Ryan’s. “And can you please change the channel? I would love to stop thinking about how the world is coming to an end for one second.”

“As you wish,” he picked up the remote and flicked it to a different channel, letting a random episode of Friends play as you made him coffee. “Make sure to use the mushroom house mug.”

“You mean the only mug you ever use? Technically, it isn’t even your mug, I’m the one that bought it,” you countered, finishing making his coffee before walking back to the living room and passing the mug to him. “I made sure to keep it extra disgusting.”

“Just because I like my coffee actually tasting like coffee doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. Also, I will forever be denying the fact that this was ever your mug. They are forever mine,” you rolled your eyes at his statement and grabbed your own mug, it coincidentally originally owned by your boyfriend, before taking your own sip.

“Whatever you say, nerd,” you giggled and let yourself sink next to Ryan, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, lover girl,” he said softly, peacefully watching the television with you.

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A/N: I just wanted to create more ryan ross content so i wrote this lol. i’m gonna write more so drop suggestions if u want to ! thank you :)

[ohestrela]

wet // Ryan Ross

Ryan Ross appriciation. thats it.

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit, naked Ryan Ross, suprisingly dosn't talk about his dick, BREIF mention of an ed, soft (i think), lowercase intended, drabble

summery; Ryan gets out of the shower and finds that his body looks really nice. 1.4k words

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Ryan stepped out of the shower and pulled a freshly washed, pristine, white towel around his waist. drops of warm water fell from his hair and onto the cold, bare tile making a sheen of puddles where he walked from the shower to the bathroom counter. he quickly wiped the condensation off the mirror with his hand to be met with his reflection reflecting his wet, tangled hair on top of his head.

Ryan stood there as he watched the yellow hotel bathroom light flicker over his face, his chest, arms, down his stomach, and it even reached his legs behind the counter. the wall to his left was covered floor to ceiling in one giant mirror, which apparently the hotel was fancy enough for but not fancy enough for decent, non-yellow lighting. 

he turned so he could see his whole body, but quickly saw the mirror covered in a wet, blurry mess. with a sigh he grabbed the other towel that was on the small shelf and brought it to the mirror. he reached as high as he could, both hands above his head, and wiped one long strip down to the floor, where he left the towel. with two steps back he was able to see the full of his body in the path he cleared. 

the yellow light was uneven on his pale skin, though at a certain angle it defined the muscle in his bicep, and was even able to point out a few soft abs across his stomach. he twisted and turned looking at himself, and at one point he rolled the top of the towel to get a good look at his thighs, and he set it low on his hip to peak at his v-line. both were delightfully defined, not as much as he wished but they were pretty enough to live with without gym work.

Ryan took two steps closer back to the mirror. water was still dripping from the mess of his hair to the floor and onto his chest and back. his eyes traced one that fell from his shoulder, leaving a trail down his arm before finally dripping off his middle finger. there was a dull hum from the lights that registered in Ryan’s ears. it would slowly pick up in volume before quickly dropping back down to where it was hardly heard. he rolled his eyes now that he noticed it and tried to drown it out with the very faint music he accidentally left playing in the hotel room. 

Ryan quickly focused his eyes back on himself in the mirror. 

not on his face. not yet. his collarbones. his collarbones poked out slightly, creating divots into his neck. he took the index finger of his left hand and with a feather-light touch. he placed it in one of the divots. the tip of his calloused finger oh-so-slowly began to drag down. 

he first went across his chest from left to right. twice. feeling the smooth muscle and occasionally sweeping across the small, accidental scratch left from his nail a few days ago. one of his favorite parts of his body. it looked stunning and was starting to become an accessory to his outfits. always keeping the first two or three buttons of his button ups undone to show it off.

after his chest he went down to his pecs. they were firm without him having to flex them. he had seen some men who had no muscle there. just fat. and it had made them straight up look like boobs on certain people. he was glad that his weren't like that. his were toned and not overly muscle-y; they were the perfect size for his body. 

next, he glided his finger down the center of his stomach, in between the subtle muscle that indistinctly prodded through the very minimal pudge. Ryan was a very healthy weight, maybe just bordering on underweight but no matter what he would eat to gain at least five pounds more, nothing made his weight fluctuate permanently. no one could even tell he had a bit of pudge, if it could even be called that. he was happy though. very happy. growing up, and even into the early years of his twenties,  he had just been a pile of boney limbs stacked on top of eachother due to a not so healthy “diet” he forced himself into. which he was never found of. now, he has meat and muscle, something he was way more proud of than being overly skinny. something he wanted to show off. something he smiles at when he sees it. 

following his stomach, his fingers grazed over the top of the towel, and while doing so his fingernails swept over his hip bones. it almost tickled and he smiled. he circled his hip a few times. drawn out strokes tracing over the veins that disappeared behind the expanse of the towel. he poked at freckles he never noticed before. it’s been a while since he’s taken a good, proper look at himself. not that he used to do it regularly, but always seems to forget to check his body out even for health reasons. 

Ryan shifts his weight between his feet and dips a finger below the makshit waistband the towel created, and finally moves his right hand to grasp where he had it tied up. his hand curled around the corners as he slowly began to pull it away from his still slightly damp skin. his eyes closed as he felt the cool air hit where the towel once was and he dropped it onto the counter to his right. both hands went down to run alond the front of his hips to the top of his thighs, back and fourth a few times.

it was another minute of just staring at himself. eyes roamed where they previously were. eventually his eyes fell off the mirror as he looked down at his actual body, not his reflection. the light looked less harsh on his skin than it did in the mirror. it was still very much yellow but it was defused over his skin to look soft and surprisingly smooth. its weird how mirrors can do that. Ryan moved his right hand over to his left that was hanging by his hip. again with the tip of his finger and the lightest touch he could manage he started at the knuckle of his middle finger and worked his way up. up over the bumps of his veins that went from his hands to his biceps. in unison he twisted his arm, still keeping it down by his side, so that the inside of his arm could recive some attention. the veins were more prominent on this side. an extra minute was spent tracing over just his forearm. years of playing guitar added to the look and muscle of them and built them up to where they were. he was able to keep them looking nice while doing something he loved instead of weights or gym work.

Ryan smiled and giggled, starting to feel silly looking at himself. he ran both of his hands up his arms and crossed them to grab onto the opposite shoulder. almost like a hug as he continued to giggle. the heat finally started to seep out of the bathroom and cold air was slowly replacing it. his hair stopped dripping and the water drops all slid off of him. damp skin starting to air dry. he was starting to feel cold as well. small goosebumps spread out over his, otherwise smooth, skin.

three loud knocks hit the bathroom door and Ryan jolted where he stood. he quickly scrambled to grab one of the towels, forgetting he had locked the door. "hurry the fuck up Ryan. we're going out for breakfast soon."

he finally reached the towel that he put on the counter but his heart was pounding after being startled. he looked at the door, putting a hand over his beating chest before clearing his throat. "yeah- yeah, gimme a minute. almost done." he said with a sigh. 

Ryan took one last real look at his body in the mirror before quickly brushing the towel over the areas of his body that weren't quite dry yet then running it very quickly and roughly through his hair. 

while finishing up, Ryan continued to peaked at himself in the mirror every so often. biceps flexing and stomach tensing as he pulled on his clothes. he thought he looked pretty damn good. even with the mess of hair on his head. 

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i apologize for rushing the fuck out of the ending.

send requests!!

[sh4wty18]

can u write jake with an emo reader?? like dating around 2006 emo era?

2006emo!au jake x reader hcs.

tw: nothing here is accurate or representative of jake in real life. this is all fictional and for fun only! all pics from pinterest :)

red = jake pink = reader

★ sharing a tomagachi and taking care of ur virtual pet together

★ you’re each others myspace bios:

im only here for ptv updates and my gf

im only here for mcr updates and my bf

★ you both almost passed out when mcr released black parade

★ converse fiends

★ smoking cigs tg and listening to music on ur older sibling’s old walkman

★ shopping at hot topic tg every weekend at the mall

★ fav bands include mcr, ptv, taking back sunday, patd, the all american rejects, and blink-182

“wanna go to a concert with me this weekend, babe?” “what else would i wanna do on a saturday night?”

★ pretending you’re not massive nerds (everybody knows you are)

★ cutting each others hair to get that classic emo style

★ also doing each others makeup and painting each others nails

“can we have matching nails this week? :3” “well duh”

★ people assume you’re weirdos bc you’re both emo, but in reality you’re the healthiest, most loving couple ever

sms message to: jake

i luv u :3

sms message from: jake

i luv u 2 :P

all dividers from @plutism

[misguidedswagger]

trust: chapter 1

a/n: hi! i’ve been gone for a VERY long time, i know, but i’m back with this! idk if anyone’s gonna wanna read it, but oh well lol. i found out live in denver was remastered and now my ryan ross obession is back full force lol, enjoy! 

warnings for this story include: angst, smut, cheating, and more. read at your own discretion.

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w.c: 2,085

Brendon, Jon, Ryan, and Spencer sat and listened to the studio version of the album that they'd created together. Nervously, they stared ahead at the older male who listened intently to their music, staying completely silent. Once the demo album had finished, the eldest clicked pause on the computer to prevent the tracks from looping, and leaned back on the couch before nodding and clasping his hands together. The four barely-out-of-high-school boys had matching racing heart rates as they waited in anticipation for him to say anything at all. Every moment of silence felt like an eternity.

"I've gotta sign you guys. You have such an excellent sound that the world needs to hear. Don't even get me started on how phenomenal your lyrics are," He turned to Ryan, nodding at him as he kept talking, "You're so young yet so poetic. I dig it, man. Keep up the good work." Pete said, a large smile overtaking his face. An honored smile slowly wriggled its way onto the tallest member's face as he looked down at his hands, embarrassed and nervous, yet grateful.

Brendon was the first to shoot up and yell, "Are you serious?! Hooooly shit!" He laughed giddily, Spencer and Jon high-fiving as Ryan sat in shock, voiceless. Brendon pulled him up and gave him a very tight hug, "Dude, thanks to your awesome lyricism, we're going places!" Ryan still hadn't been able to speak, but when he opened his mouth to attempt such, Pete stood up and grabbed the phone buzzing in his back pocket and glanced at it before making a quick exit, "Sorry guys, gotta head to my own rehearsal. Talk soon." The boys had all nodded and basically yelled their gratitude as he walked away, and Brendon followed behind him to let Pete out, as they were at Brendon's house. Though, before Pete left the Urie house, he turned and spoke loud enough for the whole band to hear him, "And hey, congrats. Seriously."

Brendon nodded his thanks as he let the man out and turned back to his friends and bandmates. For someone who never really knew when exactly to be quiet, Brendon was pretty much speechless, minus some excited laughs.  He pulled everyone into a hug, to which everyone gratefully partook in. Though, a kind and gentle voice interrupted their excitement and celebratory hug,

"Woah, I leave the house for like two hours and everyone's hugging. Everything okay-" Before she could properly formulate her question, the younger girl was swept off of her feet by her older brother, causing her to giggle. "Jesus, Brendon, what the hell happened? You finally get laid?"

Her comment caused the boys to laugh, including her obnoxious older brother. "Pete just left–"

It was her turn to interrupt now, "Did you guys get signed?!" Brendon's words dissolved into excited giggles and he nodded emphatically. She squealed in excitement and hugged him tightly.

"So, is it just a Urie thing to interrupt each other, or...?" Ryan finally spoke up, mostly directing his comment towards Spencer and Jon rather than the two siblings. The two siblings' hug broke and the girl laughed at her brother's best friend's comment.

Ryan felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of her laugh, but he turned his head away once his and her eyes connected. She couldn't see him blush. Her brother would kill him if he found out how Ryan felt.

Y/n Urie was untouchable, deemed so by her protective older brother. It bothered Ryan to extraordinarily painful degree, the fact that he'd never be able to have Y/n all to himself, he'd never be able to take her on meaningful dates, to be able to kiss her beautiful face, touch her incredibly stunning body, be the man she told her deepest secrets to, or anything remotely similar.

A year ago, Brent fucking Wilson ruined that for him, and he'd never forgive him for that. Brent and Y/n had dated for about 3 years, and Y/n loved him with all of her soul, and Brent acted like he loved her all the same, until New Year's Eve.

Keltie Knight. A girl that the Urie's, and Ryan grew to hate.

Y/n had been looking everywhere for her boyfriend, as she wanted to kiss him as the year changed, she walked around the party, opening several doors, calling for him. She finally opened a bedroom door and found her so-called love of her life on top of Keltie, and she felt her heart absolutely shatter at the sight.  Her world began to spin. Who knew that in a party with blaring music, the sound of a heart splintering could still be heard?

The worst part? Brent showed absolutely no remorse. As he kept his pace, pleasing the girl beneath him, he held eye contact with Y/n. Y/n dropped the cups she was holding and ran out of the house, pushing past her very concerned older brother and his best friend.

Brendon felt his chest tighten in anxiety and worry as he looked at Ryan, he tilted his head towards the doorway Y/n ran through and started speed walking in the direction she had come. "Make sure she's okay." Brendon spoke before turning back around.

Ryan sprinted out of the house, following Y/n's footprints in the snow, "Y/n!" He called after her before she turned to him, the moonlight highlighting the tears that now cascaded down her cheeks. Ryan lost every sentence he'd prepared as he looked at the girl he'd loved, truly distraught.

So he did what he thought best, he held his arms open for her. She ran into his arms and sobbed her heart out as Ryan pet her hair soothingly, "Hey...Shhh, let it out, sweetheart. I'm here. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Ryan didn't mean to use a pet name on her, it just kind of slipped. He felt his face heat up in embarrassment before he mentally smacked himself; his girl, his best friend's sister, was very clearly upset over something and he was making things about himself. How selfish could he be? He couldn't help that Y/n truly brought out the protective side in him.

Y/n didn't realize that Ryan called her 'sweetheart', or if she did, she said nothing about it. She only pressed her face deeper into Ryan's chest, feeling if she hid her face far enough into him she'd forget what she'd just seen and felt.

Ryan lightly tapped her shoulder before he pulled her back a little bit to look her in the eyes as he cupped her face. "Y/n?" He pressed gently, causing her to take a deep breath as Ryan used the pad of his thumbs to wipe the tears under her eyes.

"Brent...Brent and Keltie Knight..." was the only thing she could muster before she collapsed in on herself, sobbing even harder than she previously was.

With as few words and she had used, Ryan pieced together what happened and held her as tightly as he could. Anger raged through his bloodstream and he felt his body start to heat up from pure fury.

Ryan then realized how cold the girl in his hold was. Ryan took off his gray sweater, placing it over the shaking girl's shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her once more and rested his chin on her head before sighing softly, "I know the last thing you want to do is go back in there, but you're freezing, Y/n. Plus, Brendon was really worried about you."

She only nodded against his chest before pulling away and smearing her already smudged makeup with the back of her hand. She held Ryan's hand tightly, and she looked up at him.

They've always said the eyes are the window to the soul, Ryan would know. He knew almost every poetic saying there was: that saying was loud and true, especially right now. His heart cracked into little slivers as he could see how broken the younger girl truly was.

She squeezed his hand tightly and he glanced down before looking back up at her, "Please don't let go." She quietly begged, causing him to nod.

He forced his feelings, heart racing and all, to steady. He couldn't believe how his body was betraying him, Y/n was just cheated on and he couldn't keep his thoughts from swimming.

"I promise I won't." Ryan affirmed, squeezing her hand back.

Ryan guided her back to the house and the music that was previously blaring was now completely off, or turned down. Ryan and Y/n could hear the loud booming of a crowd and the grunting and yelling of two males, the sound of skin to fist echoing into the dark night.

The two made their way back into the house and shoved their way to the front of the circle that'd formed. Ryan, the taller of the two, spotted their friends, Jon and Spencer and made their way over to him. Spencer, like another older brother to Y/n, took her from Ryan's grip, and she momentarily let go of Ryan's hand. She pulled away before moving over to Ryan, taking his hand again and hiding in his chest once more.

She tilted her head slightly, watching the fight in front of her, for  her unfolded.

Her brother was on top of Brent, punch after punch landing into his nose. Brendon was unscathed, which surprised even Brendon himself. He was smaller than Brent, which had both advantages and disadvantages. Brendon was more agile due to karate, but he was a little weaker. At least, typically he was, but seeing his supposed friend, who was dating his sister, cheating on her unapologetically activated a different type of adrenaline in him.

Brent was bleeding and started to swell like a dropped fruit. "How could you do that to her?!" Brendon shouted down at him, another blow landing into Brent's face, "She and I fucking trusted you!" Another hit.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And then, Brendon stood up.

He walked over to Y/n and pulled her into a hug, still staring at Brent. He hadn't seen her and Ryan holding hands. A good thing. Especially right now. Ryan would've been lying if he said the cuts and blood on Brendon's hands didn't freak him out, at least a bit.

He walked Y/n towards the door before stopping at Brent's barely conscious body and kicking into his side as hard as he could, spitting on him. He wrapped his arms around Y/n once more, Ryan, following after the two.

As they got into the car, Brendon slid into the driver's seat, looking at Y/n in the rearview mirror, "I'm so sorry, Y/n, I won't let another one of my friends hurt you."

~

An elbow to the side knocked Ryan out of his reverie, and with a grunt of pain, he let out an irritated, "What?"

Jon snorted before gesturing towards Y/n who was now standing in front of him, no longer in the arms of her brother,

"I said, are you allergic to anything? I'm making a celebratory cake for you all! Pay attention, Ross!"

Ryan did his best to keep his composure, he rolled his eyes and shoved her playfully, "Obviously not, shouldn't you know this already?" He teased, smiling at her.

"Just making sure. Not trying to hide your dead body if you actually are allergic to something I make." And with that, she turned away and headed toward the kitchen, Spencer and Brendon following after her, excited to eat her awesome cake.

Jon lingered back for a moment with Ryan, "You gotta be careful man. I can't always save you." And then he headed towards the kitchen too.

Shit, was it that obvious he was thinking about her? There were some things she did that made him feel like she could possibly feel the same about her: the small stolen glances at him, the laughing sincerely at his jokes, making sure he was never left out of a conversation, the reassuring hand squeezes when he was nervous, the excited hugs. Man, her hugs were heavenly.

Jon was the only one who knew how Ryan felt about Y/n, hell, Jon was the only one who knew their song 'Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off' was really about Brent and Y/n, and not him and his ex girlfriend. Jon knew everything and helped Brendon know nothing.

Ryan knew he needed to relax and hide his feelings better, but, come on!

She was wearing Ryan's sweater.

That had to mean something, right?

Right?

[companionjones]

Three’s A Party

Requested by: @drwhomtrenchpaniclover

Request: I don't know if you know who Josh Ramsay is (lead singer of the band Marianas Trench) but can you do an imagine where Josh and Brendon Urie fight for the reader's (female) affection? Two musical geniuses fighting over you....just damn

Fandom: Panic! At The Disco, Mariana’s Trench

Pairing: Josh Ramsay x Fem!Singer!Reader x Brendon Urie

Warnings: Cursing

Author’s Note: I would like to give a special thank you to @drwhomtrenchpaniclover for requesting this. Before I got this request, I had never even heard of Mariana’s Trench. To prepare for this, I listened to the entire discography of the band, and watched loads of videos that Josh Ramsay was in. Because of this request, I now absolutely love Mariana’s Trench. My favorite song, off the top of my head, has to be either Pop 101 or Stutter. Great songs. Great band.

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    Knocking on the door, you suppressed a yawn. Recently, you had been working non-stop your latest album. You were very tired, but your two closest friends, Josh Ramsay and Brendon Urie, had invited you to a party. You hadn’t seen them in weeks. That was probably why a huge grin sprung to your face when you heard their voices on the other side of the door. They seemed to be arguing, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought they were wrestling to get to the door first. When the door was opened, they both seemed to be out of breath.

    Brendon gasped, “Hey, darlin’.”

    Josh asked at the same time, “How’re you doing?”

    “I’m fine,” you yawned again, “How’re you two?”

    Both men gave you their answers together. They said that seeing you brightened their moods, no matter how they were feeling before.

    After you got them to calm down a little, they led you over to where the drinks were.

    Josh chuckled caringly as he saw you yawn again. “Are you alright? You seem a little tired.”

    “Yeah,” you giggled back, “It’s just this new album. It’s really getting to me.”

    Brendon ‘subtly’ hooked his arm around your shoulder. You missed his sly glance toward Josh, and Josh’s pissed off glare in turn. “I know what you’re talking about, Y/n,” Brendon admitted, “You knew me while I was working on Death of a Bachelor. I barely made it out.” He looked back to you, and it was almost as if he was hopefully seeking some kind of proof that he helped you feel better.

    The Mariana’s Trench frontman stepped forward again. “Hey, if it gets too much, just tell one of us. We’ll help you out. Or, just tell one of us. Tell me. That’s what I mean. Tell me.”

    Urie suddenly seemed offended, “Hey!”

    “Okay!” you called out before you were caught in the middle of something, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

    Hanging out with your boys was always kind of crazy. You loved them, both of them, some would even say a bit too much. However, sometimes they could be a bit too much. Come to think of it, you didn’t really mind, though. The three of you had always been really close. Secretly, you occasionally thought what it would be like if you guys didn’t have lines you couldn’t cross as friends. But you couldn’t fantasize about that for long. You had to get back to the party. You splashed some water on your face, and continued on with your night.

    A couple minutes later, you found Brendon and Josh in a room separate from the rest of the party. They were arguing.

    Brendon stated, “Look man, I would really appreciate it if you backed the fuck off, and let me talk to her once in a while.”

    Josh seemed just as pissed off as Brendon. “Oh, I should back off? I wasn’t the one who had my hands all over her!”

    The other singer yelled, “I only had my arm on her shoulder, Josh!”

    Ramsay cut Urie off, “What the hell happened to us? All three of us used to be inseparable. I still care about you a lot, B.”

    “I still care about you, too, Josh,” Brendon voiced back, “Look, both of us are exhausted, and I don’t want to fight with you, but I care about Y/n, too. And if only one of us can have her...”

    Josh cut him off again. His voice was suddenly lower than before. “Who said only one of us could have her?”

    Brendon was out of breath at that point. “What?” he asked.

    “I agree,” you finally revealed yourself, “I don’t mind being shared.”

    They both seemed shocked at your appearance and your opinion of the matter. Josh and Brendon stared at you, both at a loss for words.

    “What, Josh?” you teased, “You’re the one who came up with this idea in the first place. Now you’re too shy to say anything?”

    The lead singer of Mariana’s Trench stumbled over his words. “N-no. I...I um...”

    “And come to think of it,” you continued, “Why don’t you two drop the act and just get together, too? Hell, why don’t we all just get together.”

    Brendon Urie was still semi-thrown off by what was happening. “I’m sorry, what? All three of us? In a relationship?”

    “Yeah,” you smiled, “And I have an idea of something...great we could all do together.”

    Both men seemed nervous. Josh Ramsay murmured, “And...what would that be?”

    The next morning, the owners of the house were surprised to find Josh, Brendon, and yourself cuddled up in that room, getting some extremely well-deserved sleep.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics Panic! At The Disco over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

[elektramustdie]

Exchanging body heat

warnings - cringe??, alcohol, drinking and driving mentioned, unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy )

a/n - not proofread and i made this at 2 am i was tired.

You and you’re friends have been at the bar for an hour now, you’re all a little buzzed as you hear your phone ring. You reach into your jean pocket and pull out your phone seeing ryan calling.

“ Oh my god shut up” You giggle and wave ur index finger at your friends.

You answer start to walk into the quieter hallway, “Hey!!” You say and hear him russel around before hearing a car door slam. 

“ What’s up? you free tonight?” You can picture the smile on his face, “Uh I’m at the red bar right now!! But you can swing by if you want” You bite your lip.

Ryan was just a friend, been your friend for awhile. You may or may not have a crush on him. But you didn’t wanna try anything and ruin the whole friendship.

You can hear his car starting and him clear his throat, “ Uh yeah i’ll be right there” You can’t help but smile. 

“ see ya!” you say and hang up, Walking back to your table your friends notice how excited you look. You sit beside your friend rose and she furrows her eyebrows at you.

“ he’s coming!!!” you whisper scream and smile ear to ear, “ who??!!” Your other friend ash pretended to care. “oh i think i know who” Rose downs her drink and winks at you.

You nod and start laughing, “Ohhh that guitarist?” Ash asks as you take a sip of your drink. 

You swallow hard and smile, “yes.” You pause as you see the bar door open and ryan walk in. 

You immediately stand up, “ Ryan!! “ you scream and run over, jumping into his arms. He holds you there and laughs “missed you too” He says as you back away.

He tucks a hair behind your ear and smiles sweetly, “We’re over here” you say turning and grabbing his hand.

“That’s the guitarist” Rose says nodding at Ryan, “Well Y/n has good taste” Ash adds. “ Guys.. he’s right here shut up.” You say looking down at your heels.

Ryan wraps his arm around your shoulders, “you were telling your friends about me” He whispers in your ear and you can’t help but blush.

“well what we drinking!?” he says sitting down next to ash, you sit infront of him. Your eyes fall to his hands watching him play with his rings. 

“tequila shots?” Rose says and Ryan nods before walking to the bartender, “I think someone has a crush” Rose says hitting your shoulder lightly.

Your eyes follow his body, watching him order the drinks, He turns around waiting for them and his eyes lock with yours. 

He winks at you as the bartender hands him the tray of shots, He places them down on the table and grabs one.

“Cheers!” you all grab one and down it.

Your all a little wasted at this point, The clock reads 3. Feeling all warm and fuzzy as you tune in and out of Ash talking, Your eyes dart all over the place before landing on Ryan, who was staring back. 

“Hi” You mouth at him and he smirks and whispers a “hi “ 

“I’m tired” you say resting your head on the table,  Rose rubs your back and nods. “Ok how about I take you home?” Ryan says making you look up and smile.

“ You’re too drunk. We could die” You giggle and he nods “than i guess we’re sleeping in our cars tonight” He laughs and looks at you. 

“ I ubered here” You say looking at Ryan, “ I carpooled with Rose” Ash chimes in and Ryan exhales.

“ Well you and I can have a sleepover in my car i guess” Ryan says smiling, “ i guess” You giggle and Rose pushes you out the booth. 

You stumble as you stand up and Ryan takes your hand, “ You’re so pretty” He whispers as you walk to the door.

He opens the door for you and you just kiss his cheek, Rose walks in front of you and turns. “ Ash’s brother is gonna pick us up so if you wanna come!” Rose says and you look at Ryan sitting on the hood of his car. 

“I’m gonna stay with Ryan” You shake your head and wink before hugging Rose and Ash goodbye. 

You turn around and walk over to ryan,

“ still got that boyfriend?” he asks as you place your hands on his chest.

“nope” You smirk and stare at his lips, He can’t help but lean in, “ can i?” he asks as you nod.

He smirks as he pulls you into a kiss, Your head tilts, deepening the kiss. 

“Whatever is gonna happen right now i want it so bad” He admits and backs up before opening the back car door practically dragging you on top of him.

you close the door behind you and pull your shirt off, He sits up and grabs your face before kissing you again. 

You start unbottoning his shirt as he slides his tongue into your mouth, You push his shirt off and he looks down at your skirt and lifts it over your waist.

“You’re so pretty” He says looking at you as you start to stumble with his belt, “You’re prettier” You smile up at him and he helps you undo his belt.

He pulls his boxers and jeans down halfway, You look at him as he pulls your panties to the side, “ you sure you wanna do this?” he asks sounding hesitant.

You smile “if i didn’t i wouldn’t be fucking you outside a bar right now” He shrugs and positions himself at your cunt. 

You close your eyes as his hands fall to your waist dragging you down, You gasp as he bottoms out. “fuck” he exhales before tucking his face into your neck.

You start rolling your hips as his fingers dig into your waist, “ Ryan” you whimper out as he kisses your jaw.  

“always dreamt of this” He says lowly and stares into your eyes. “always wanted you to be mine.” Your eyes flutter shut as his finger goes down and rubs slow circles onto your clit.

“im not gonna last long-“ you stutter out, He pecks at your lips as he speeds his thrusts up. You gasp against his lips.

“Oh sweetie you like?” he says as he bucks his hips up, hitting your cervix. you moan out his name. “Can get used to hearing that” He smirks before kissing you again.

The way his hands are digging into your skin as he fucks into you makes your brain go fuzzy, His lips fall from yours to let out a groan as your walls tighten around him. 

He looks at you, mesmerized by the fact his dream came true. “God i love you” he  exhales slowing his movements. 

You open your eyes and stare into his, “ i love you too Ry” You smile lazily as he fastens his pace again.  

He starts rubbing tight circles again onto your clit making you shudder as you feel the pit in your stomach appear. 

“Ryan i’m c-close” You whine out and he  kisses your neck, “ me too baby, go on” He sucks hickies onto your neck. 

It’s all too much. His words, His touch, Him. You just let go as your orgasm washes over. Your eyes squeeze shut and your head rests on his shoulder. 

He whispers into your ear sweet things, As he cums inside of you. “this should have happened sooner” he chuckled and grabs your face as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You kiss him softly, “ i love you ryan” You smile lazily, He pulls out of you slowly making you wince. He pulls his pants up before sitting next to you. 

He tucks hair behind your ear and smiles, “ i love you more” he says and looks out the window. 

You fix your skirt and lay your head on his shoulder, “ i think i’m sober enough to drive you home” he says and you shake your head.

“ wanna stay with you “ you admit and he kisses your head, “ than let’s go to my house” he jokes and you look up and nod.

“ alright” he says before kissing you again. 

[mmonogatari]

heartbreak girl

── ryan ross x fem!reader

content warning: none, just fluff, couple of curse words

word count: 539

a/n: loosely inspired by “heartbreak girl” and “just saying” by 5sos!

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

“What is it?”, Ryan sighed as soon as he picked up the phone, “I swear, if it’s that idiot you call your boyfriend-”

You wept, “Yeah…”

Ryan hated this. As your best friend, he was the one you called whenever that stupid excuse of a man you were dating hurt you. And it happened a lot. But he didn’t only hate the fact his best friend was suffering. Cause to him, you were not just a best friend, you were his first and only love, with the worst part being your obliviousness to the whole thing.

“What’d he do this time?”, he huffed. Despite being annoyed — he’d rather not think about the fact another man could get your affection — he still had to help you, and he also hated when you were sad.

“Oh, I just… maybe I’m exaggerating, but I think I saw him chatting to a girl… and you know how it went last time,” you explained through tears and sniffles.

“Ugh, fucking cheater,” mumbled Ryan. ‘I could never cheat on her, what an asshole’.

“You know what you should do, I told you a ton of times,” said Ryan.

“Yeah I know, but… I can’t leave him, I just can’t,”

“Why? You could easily find someone better, like you deserve,” like me, he thought.

“I don’t know…”

“That’s just the right thing to do. He keeps treating you like shit, I’d never do tha- fuck,” it was too late, he was sure you heard everything.

The phone fell silent.

“Hey? You there?”, the apprehension in Ryan’s voice was palpable.

“Yes, sorry. What were you saying?”, your voice sounded softer now. Calmer.

“Ah nothing, just- he’s a jerk. You deserve someone better,” he exhaled.

“Like you?”, you whispered.

If only you could see Ryan now. His face turned ghastly white. Was this the end? He knew he had to wait, eventually you would have gotten over that stupid douche and you would have seen that Ryan was the best guy you could have asked for. But he slipped up, he rushed, he got upset and let it slip. And now everything you two had was about to end.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah sorry, I- I got distracted,” he snapped back from his pessimistic internal monologue.

“So… did you mean it?”

“What?”, he tensed up again.

“You know, that you’d treat me better. As in, you’d be a better boyfriend?”, you inquired.

Oh well, cat’s out the bag now, might as well admit it, “Yeah, that’s what I meant. I get it if you don’t wanna talk to me anymo-”

You didn’t let him finish, “No Ryan, I still wanna see you and talk to you. Why don’t you show me if what you said is gonna be true?”

He was sure his heart exploded. Or his brain short circuited. Or- he was gonna go crazy, “You’re joking.”

“No. I mean, you’re right, he’s a jerk. But I couldn’t leave him, after all I thought no one would ever like me. But turns out the most handsome guy I know likes me? The guy I might have had a tiny crush on years ago? Might as well give him a chance, right?”

“You’re crazy. I like you even more now.”

[sunflowersinners]

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All Fall Down. (R. Ross x Reader)               

For: anon

Request: could you do a ryan or gerard x reader where the reader is sick? if not it’s totally cool, just wondering

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

                                 ——————

It was inevitable; you knew that. Your days were numbered, and regardless of how careful you were, no matter how many precautions you took, you knew that you would eventually fall. The stomach bug had been making the rounds on the Pretty. Odd. tour, and unless you were one of the four band members who were being kept away from everyone else, you were fair game.

“Ryan, don’t,” you croaked, using what little strength you had left to push yourself up into a sitting position on your bunk.

You were dazed and disorientated and had no idea what time it was. Looking out of the small window next to your bed was no help either; the grounds on which the tour bus stood was completely shrouded in darkness. It could’ve been the impending promise of nightfall, or it could have just been the dreary Maine weather.

It felt as if you had only just fallen asleep, yet it also felt like you’d been sleeping for months. The blankets had become your enemy, drawing you into a battle of constant pushing and pulling as your body temperature fluctuated between extremes.

Making the mistake of turning around to look if Ryan had entered the bus, your stomach churned and your head spun.

“Oh god, here it comes,” you choked out, hand flying to your mouth as you stood up and staggered to the tiny bathroom.

Hearing the commotion, Ryan hurried onto the bus, struggling to maintain a firm hold on the ginger ale and crackers in his hands.

“My love?” he called to you with concern in his voice, bursting into the bunk area just as you shut the bathroom door. “Too slow; I saw ya! I brought reinforcements.”

The scene inside the compact space was not at all pretty. You were sprawled on the floor, limbs splayed out as wide as the restraining walls would allow. The toilet bowl was directly next to your head; as unappealing as the position was, you were terribly afraid that if you were too far away from it, you would make a mess all over the floor once the contents of your stomach decided to make a premature reappearance.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Just leave me here to die, Ryan.”

“Never gonna happen, (Y/N).”

At the risk of being yelled at – and catching the bug – Ryan tentatively pushed on the bathroom door, peeking through once it had opened a smidge so that he could see you. When his eyes landed on your limp figure, his boyfriend instincts took over and he burst in and dropped down to your side.

“Oh, my love, you look terrible. What can I do? How do I help?”

“You can go away.” You gave him a weak push – one that barely caused him to move. “Don’t get too close, else you’ll get it too.”

“Don’t care. You need me.”

Even though your head and your heart wanted to argue with him, your body betrayed you and instead of expelling words, it expelled what little contents you had left in your stomach.

Ryan rushed to pick up a washcloth that was hanging over the towel rack, and ran it underneath cold water before gently pressing it to your face. He had felt awful when other members of the crew had fallen victim to the bug and had helped where he could, but seeing you in such a state of agony broke his heart.

Management would have his head if they found out that he was exposing himself to a sicknes when they still had a week and a half of tour left, though he couldn’t care less at this point. You were his only concern.

“Ryan…”

“I’m here, my love. What do you need?”

“To get back to bed. But I’m too weak to lift myself.”

“Say no more-“ He instantly reached down to lift you up, but you lifted a shaky hand to stop him.

“No, get someone else. Someone who isn’tone of the band members.”

Hurt flashed across his soft features. “Why?”

“Because you can’t afford to catch this, and you’ve already exposed yourself too much,” you spoke hoarsely, looking up at him with droopy yet determined eyes, “I can’t kill Ryan Ross. The fans would riot.”

“(Y/N)-“

“Out, Ross,” you commanded, pointing at the door, “I’m serious.”

✧✧✧

“Come on, (Y/L/N). Woman up. It’s medicine, not poison.”

“Those are one and the same, to me.”

With a frustrated groan and a frown etched onto his forehead, Ryan reached over to try and force feed you the medicine. “Would you just- UGH!”

You swatted him away angrily, pushing yourself back to lean against the headboard of the hotel bed. “Leave me aloneeeeee,” you drawled, holding up a pillow to block him. “YOU’RE GONNA GET SICK!”

“I DON’T CARE!”

In one swift movement, he hit the pillow out of the way and straddled you, pressing his legs against your sides to prevent you from wriggling away.

Sighing defeatedly, you folded your arms over your chest to showcase your displeasure, but ultimately resigned yourself to opening your mouth.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, baby.” The guitarist’s hand was as steady as ever as he lifted the spoon full of liquid up for you to take in. He watched with an intense, unwavering gaze to ensure that you swallowed every single drop.

Your stomach fluttered at his endearing actions, though you didn’t dare to tell him that. The last thing you wanted to do was to encourage his behaviour. It was unresponsible for him to be exposing himself like this, and it irked you that he refused to acknowledge the fact.

Nevertheless, the medicine worked wonders on your frail state, and you settled into an restful slumber shortly after taking the dose. Smiling to himself, Ryan placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

✧✧✧

A couple days later and you had made a full recovery, stepping out of self-appointed quarantine for the first time in who knows how long. You were still apprehensive about re-entering the land of the healthy though, and made a concerted effort to avoid touching anything or anyone as you walked through the venue.

“Hey, look who it is!” Jon beamed at you as you entered the rehearsal area. He was at the far end of the room but despite the distance between you two, you held up one hand to warn him to keep back. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah – much better, thanks.” You looked around the room carefully. “Have you seen Ryan?”

“Dressing room, I think.”

You nodded. “Thanks, J.”

Before he could reply, you were out the door and on your way to find your boyfriend. You made sure to take the quickest route that allowed you to pass the least amount of people, and kept your hands in your pockets the entire time to avoid inadvertently reinfecting yourself.

Nearing the dressing room, you could hear movement from inside and it prompted you to barrel your way through the door.

“Ryan?”

“Stay back.”

“Why?”

“Because – Oh no, oh no…” he gasped, shoving his way past you and out of the door.

You stepped to the side quick enough for him to fly by, but followed immediately behind him despite his pleas for you not to. Suddenly, seeing Ryan falling prey to the bug erradicated any fear you had of catching it again, and your only concern from then on out was to help him.

Ryan tumbled into the bathroom across the hall, failing to lock the door in his ill state. You rapped your knuckles against the door tentatively.

“My love, I’m coming in, okay?”

“No… no… I’m fine.”

“You sound wonderful.”

A weak groan sounded from the other side of the door. “Go away, (Y/N). I don’t… need you… either.”

His words were a resounding reminder of how abrasive you’d been towards him whilst he was nursing you through your sickness, and you sighed heavily as you mentally cursed yourself for it.

“Ryan, I’m sorry. I was just trying to protect you from all this,” you apologised, pushing the door open a tiny crack, “I know that you were just trying to help, and I’m sorry I treated you so badly. But please, let mehelp you.”

The musician’s response came in the form of an agonising groan; he was too sick to argue any further at this point, so you opened the door and dropped down next to him. Your hand flew to his back to rub soothing circles there.

“Go…” he tried again, but couldn’t subdue his throwing up long enough to say more. His body slumped against the cool wall, eyes droopy as he stared up at you.

“Not a chance, Ross,” you shook your head. “You’re not getting rid of me. No way.”

“Okay… just… promise me one thing.”

“Mm?”

“Promise… that you’ll let me cough on the other guys. If I’m gonna die, I’m taking the rest of them down with me.”

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Thank you for reading x

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Hosting Family - Ryan Ross x Reader (Advent Calendar 2020)

Prompt: H: Hosting family (How does family work? Are they invited to others, or stay with their s/o?) from @kairaiimagines​​​ Christmas Alphabeth prompt list

Warnings: insecure Ryan

Word count: 1 443

It was not the first time Ryan would meet your family. It was not even the first time Ryan would spend Christmas with your family. And yet he seemed more nervous than the previous times. For almost a week now he had been cleaning the house like a maniac. He had not only dusted, vacuumed and swiped every room; he had also cleaned the windows and even defrosted the freezer. He had spent hours cleaning the bathrooms, and almost an eternity to prepare the guestrooms your family would stay in.

Where you had planned on wiping down the biggest surfaces, vacuuming and putting on fresh sheets, Ryan seemed to have decided that the whole rooms needed to be cleaned to the very last square inch.

But that was not just the guestrooms, as you realised. Every book in the house had been dusted, every lamp wiped clean, and tasteful, slightly kitschy Christmas decoration was spread all over the house. On every sparkly clean window hung an ornament, a little star or a couple of snowflakes. On every windowsill stood a little table lantern unless there was not enough space between the flower pots. On the doors to the main rooms like the living room, kitchen and dining room, but also to the guestrooms and bathrooms, there were wreaths, and on the shelf next to the TV Ryan had arranged a Christmas Village out of incense burner houses, decorated with cotton wool to make it look like snow. You just hoped he would not try putting the little houses to work all at the same time because with that much smoke the fire alarm surely would set off.

On the living room table stood the Advent wreath made from pine tree twigs, decorated with the same colour of baubles as the Christmas tree in front of the big window into the garden. The dining table had a fresh-out-of-the-laundry tablecloth, one in deep, restive red with gold patterns, and in the middle stood an arrangement of candles with a small plate with Christmas cookies.

All in all you really did not want to complain about Ryan being so passionate about decorating the house this year. But you had a feeling it was slightly too much. And he was not enjoying himself in the way one should when decorating the house for Christmas.

You had been content with the few candles, the Advent wreath in the living room, and the little paper cut-outs of stars in the windows for the first two weeks. But since it had been decided your family would visit for Christmas, Ryan had started making it his personal goal to present a perfect home.

Now there were only a few hours left until your family would arrive, your mother having sent you a message just a few minutes ago, that they’d take about another six hours.

With crossed arms you stood in the dining room, and watched as Ryan came back into the house from the garden. Just now he had put up lanterns in the garden, and earlier he had arranged pine tree twigs with more lanterns outside the front door “to make it look welcoming”. Ryan pulled his shoes off before stepping into the perfectly clean kitchen, and carried the shoes past you into the hallway, ignoring your raised eyebrows at his actions.

“Ryan,” you asked quietly when you heard him take off his coat. A few moments later he stepped back into the dining room, almost flinching at the stance you had taken; arms crossed over your chest, eyebrows knitted together, and lips in a tight line. “I’ve let you do whatever you like this past week, but...” your expression softened, and you dropped your arms to your side, “what are you doing?”

For a moment he stared at you; deep brown eyes meeting your concerned ones.

“Preparing the house for Christmas,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I see that... but,” you looked around, “don’t misunderstand, I love it. It just feels like you’re doing something to distract yourself from something.” Stepping closer to him, you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips, and kissing them gently. “What’s bothering you?”

You almost immediately regretted asking the question, because it was obvious how you had broken down the wall Ryan had seemed to have built over the past week. Maybe for the best. But it broke your heart none the less to see the way his shoulders slumped down, and his lip quivered slightly.

Hastily you dragged him to the sofa where you sat him down, sitting closely next to him. Letting go of one of his hands, you brushed a thumb over his cheek, signalling him you were ready to listen, whenever he wanted to talk.

It took him a few minutes until he finally found the right words.

“It’s the first time your family is coming here,” he started. “They’re gonna see the house, the way we live, how my way of life has intertwined with yours and... it feels like it’s gonna be the visit where they understand that I intend to stay in your life until the day I die, if you’ll let me. And I do, I really do.”

You had to blink a couple of times in order not to cry on the spot. Of course Ryan and you had talked about it before. Neither of you felt the need to get married any time soon, even though Ryan had mentioned a couple of times that it would be something he’d like to do some day. But you had both made it clear that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together.

Ryan took a shaky breath before he continued.

“It feels like this visit is really important. Like... it’s a big. And I know your parents are protective over you,” well, he was not wrong “and I have messed up before. Not with you, but they have no guaranty I won’t do the same thing to you. I feel like I need to prove to them that I’m good enough for you. Not just as a lover, or a fleeting boyfriend, but as someone who can provide a home, someone who can take care of you, who can comfort you, who you can be safe with.”

He looked at you, his chocolate brown eyes swimming with tears.

“Ryan- you do realise I’m the one in the relationship with you, not my parents right? And I already know these things. Even if we’d live in a tiny, chaotic, un-Christmassy flat in the worst part of town, my parents wouldn’t dare to think of you any less than the man I chose to be by my side. Because they know I’m happy to be with you, that you make me happy. Every day.” Quickly you brushed away one of the tears that had started rolling down his chin at your sincere words. “And it doesn’t matter where we live, what our house of flat looks like, what we serve them for dinner, or how many boxes of cookies there are in the kitchen.” You were not so subtly referring to the masses of Christmas cookies Ryan had baked over the week between cleaning. “I love the way the house looks, I think it’s like straight out of a movie. But please know it’s not the standard my parents expect from you, nor do I, okay?”

Ryan nodded, blinking the tears away, before hugging you. You let him, relishing in the warm, familiar scent that filled the air around him.

“Would you like a cup of hot chocolate,” you asked when Ryan pulled away eventually.

“We could have some cookies, and relax on the sofa,” he suggested, making you nod eagerly. “Great. Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll bring everything to you.”

He kissed you on the forehead and got up, heading to the kitchen where you heard him rummaging around. You leant back into the cushions of the sofa and shook your head slightly to yourself. You knew he was insecure, about so many things, most of all about everything that might make you think of him any less than you did. You just felt a little sad he was so insecure about your own family. You wanted him to feel at home with them, like you did. But you knew that the best way to achieve that was to be patient with him, and to show him how much you loved him. You smiled slightly. It wasn’t like either of these things was hard, not when it was about Ryan.

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