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Relaxing - Ryan Ross x Reader

Prompt: R: Relaxing (How do they relax with their s/o? The best ways? The cutest?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 1 309

By the time Ryan returned from the shops, he found your car was parked in the driveway. Judging by the amount of fine rain droplets that had already collected on the windows, he supposed you had been home for a while. Smiling to himself, he unlocked the front door, letting himself in. While kicking off his shoes, he called for you, but received no response. Carrying the groceries into the kitchen, he called for you again, before he shrugged it off. Maybe you were in the shower.

Ryan did have to admit that he was at least a little proud of having gone shopping. It was something you usually did together, but your week had been stressful, and he had wanted to take some work off of your hands. He had made sure to buy your favourite dessert and some nice bathing salt for a warm bath. The fluff socks he had been unable to resist getting for you would simply be snuck into your dresser after he had washed them, to surprise you.

Lately he thought a lot about how he could help you stay warm. You constantly complained about how cold your workplace was, and while in the beginning Ryan had foolishly assumed you were exaggerating, he had been forced to agree, after having visited you once. It really was freezing there, and he had no idea how you managed to stand the cold for hours upon hours. But now even the weather had turned surprisingly cold. This was LA, and yet there was not the faintest sliver of blue sky, only dark, grey clouds, freezing wind, and an unending drizzle of rain.

After having put the groceries away, Ryan went back into the hallway to take his jacket off. This was when he noticed your wellies and rain jacket were missing. He didn't need to see more than that to know that you had not gone to take a shower but were instead outside, taking a walk along the beach.

It was one of your favourite things to do after a stressful day. Sometimes you were gone for hours, walking miles along the waterline. And sometimes you just sat on the porch, looking out over the sand and watching the waves in the distance.

Ryan was never certain whether you wanted to spend the time on the beach alone. Sometimes you asked him if he wanted to join, and he never said no to that offer, but other times you just announced you would go to the beach and disappear. He was never certain if he was allowed to ask to accompany you. Once you had told him you loved spending time with him, that even when you needed "alone-time" you were always okay with having him around because he respected your needs, and was excellent company, even without the exchange of words or touches.

Still it felt like an intrusion on your space. But today Ryan missed you. The whole day had been cold and grey and rainy, and he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold your hand for a few minutes. So he slipped into a different jacket, one that would withstand the wind and rain, and put on his wellies.

Stepping through the backdoor into the garden that opened onto the beach, he wondered if he would even find you. If you had decided to got on a hike along the waterline, he would have no way of knowing which way you went. But luckily the beach was entirely empty except for a small figure right by the edge of the water, dressed in your signature rain coat.

The wet sand made walking difficult, and cold, wet wind blew into Ryan's face, but he steadily fought his way towards you. Even though the wind was carrying the sound away from you, and he hadn't yet called for you, you seemed to have sensed his approach, because you turned around to him and reached out your hand.

Ryan and you had been dating for a fair while, and gestures like this were not uncommon and jet the sight of your right now made his heart clench. The hood of your jacket was pulled over your head, wind had ruffled your hair even underneath the hood, and the late afternoon light cast a mysterious glow over you as you reached for him, your eyes tired and yet carrying a light Ryan had only ever seen when you looked at him. He swallowed thickly, once more, just like many times before that, realising that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

Taking the last steps forward, he took your hand, linking your fingers together and steping to your side. For a moment you looked at one another, waves licking around your boots, wind tucking on your clothes, and just relishing the time you got to spend together before you looked out over the sea again.

Your head dropped to Ryan's shoulder, and he quickly pressed a kiss to your hair. You relaxed against him, making him smile and nuzzle his nose against your head.

"How was your day," he asked carefully, his words muffled against your hair.

"If it were up to my boss, I'd work 20 hours per day, 8 days a week," you answered quietly.

Ryan groaned quietly, hoping to show his sympathy.

"So bad?"

"Worse," you answered. " Remember that project I'm supposed to work on? They decided to elect me as project leader and now none of them do their job. Today I've done my workload and that of three colleges."

"You really shouldn't do that," Ryan shook his head. "They're just using you."

"I know. The problem is that if this doesn't get finished in time, I'm the one whose head will roll."

"When's the deadline?"

"Friday."

"Right before Christmas?"

You nodded.

"That's shitty."

"I know. So be prepared to have a super stressed out partner for the next week."

"If there's any way I can help…?"

You cuddled closer against Ryan, and he placed his free hand on your waist, pulling you into a half hug.

"There really isn't. But I took the left over leave days, and the office is closed for the first days of the new year anyway, so I'll have two weeks off after this whole ordeal. Oh-"

Remembering something, you giggled, a sound Ryan had not heard often enough recently.

"My one coworker found out I'd be off for two weeks, and deadass asked 'But you can't go on holiday? The whole office will collapse! What will we do without you?'"

Ryan grinned. At least these ungrateful co-workers of yours were aware that you were carrying the whole office on your back.

"What did you answer?"

"I told him to figure it out."

Ryan laughed at that and pulled away.

"Well done."

Leaning over to you, he pecked your lips. They were wet with fine rain drops and salty from the sea water that blew into your faces.

"Do you wanna go back inside? I'm starting to get cold…"

Ryan nodded, hesitantly pulling away from you.

"I bought more of that plant milk you like so much. We can make hot chocolate?"

"Uuuhhh, I'd love that," you grinned, taking a better hold on his hand.

Ryan guided you back towards the house, the cold wind still tucking at his clothes, but with you by his side, your hands intertwined, he only minded it half as much. He'd still have to tell you about the bath salt he had bought for you. Maybe you would like to use it after dinner. And maybe you'd even let him join.

Smiling to himself, Ryan lifted your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to the back of it, before he pulled you through the backdoor into the warmth of your shared home.

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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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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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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 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?

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l0verswhilewesleep · 10 months

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Quick throam chart for fun lmk what y’all would change😭

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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Never Walk Away Again - Ryan Ross x Reader

Summary: A few months after a big fight Ryan spots you, his best friend in the crowd at a show. Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: reader got cheated on (not by Ryan!), break-up (also not with Ryan), maybe slight emotional cheating on reader’s side, but not reall Word count: 2 853 A/N: Happy Birthday to the guy who said we’d get an album soon in 2019, and still hasn’t published anything since then. I forgive you under the condition that you are happy.

The lights made it almost impossible for Ryan to see beyond the first few rows of people standing packed together in front of the stage. Ryan had expected the small venue to maybe be half full, but it seemed he had been wrong; it was almost sold out. Blinking against the light, getting ready for the last song of the night, he stepped closer towards his mic, fiddling around with the capo, adjusting it on the neck of his guitar.

“Okay, we‘ve reached the final song,” he spoke into the mic, trailing off at the end. “The lights make it really hard to see all the way to the back, but I just wanted to thank you all for coming out here tonight to see us play. It was a pleasure and an honour to do so, and I’d love to meet you guys later at the merch table.”

The audience cheered, making Ryan smile, as the drums began picking up the beat for the last song. Ryan had barely played the first few chords, when his eyes, wandering through the room, spotted someone he had expected to never see again, surprising him so much he almost would have missed the next chord.

You were standing at the side, leaning against a wall, not dancing like others, just watching, just listening. Ryan’s heart beat in his throat, as he glanced at you again. There was no doubt: it was you, his best friend, who he had not seen in months. Well, you were his best friend. If you still said the same about him was something he did not know. He could not blame anyone but himself if you did not.

You had been friends for years, and it had not taken Ryan long to fall for you back then. But he had never told you, never acted on it, because he knew you were in a relationship, and he did not want to risk the friendship that connected you. For years he had lived like this, meeting you for movie evenings, going on walks, to concerts, out drinking or shopping, always knowing in the end it was not him you were going home with, but instead you would return to your boyfriend John. It had killed him a little bit, every time.

When about half a year ago he had found out John was seeing someone else at the side, he had been torn up about what to do. For over a month he had tried to convince himself that it had not actually been John, but some random guy who just happened to look like him, who Ryan had seen, but when it had happened again, when John and some model-like chick had begun half-way making out in the next booth over from where Ryan was having breakfast with some friends, he had decided to confront John.

John had never liked Ryan, something Ryan was well aware of. John had the tendency to want to control who you had contact with, and Ryan knew that some of the meet-ups you had cancelled had been cancelled because John had made a drama out of you meeting him. Ryan also knew that John thought himself to be above Ryan, looked down on him. So when Ryan had caught up to John outside the diner and told him to come clean to you about the chick he was seeing, or Ryan would tell you, John had only laughed at him. He’d never have the guts to do it anyway, he had said, and that you would never believe Ryan. Ryan had insisted, had given him a two week deadline, making John roll his eyes.

When three weeks later Ryan and you had taken a walk through the park, and you had told him how good things were going with John, he had burst out that John had been cheating on you. In hindsight Ryan really did not know what he had expected you to do. Cry and hug him, thanking him for telling you? Certainly not. But if he was honest, he had not expected you to accuse him of being a liar either. You had asked him if he was trying to break John and you up, and why. Ryan could not even admit to himself, that maybe a small part of him wished you would break up with John and instead take interest in Ryan, but he told himself he just did not want you to live with a lying, cheating piece of asshole longer than you already had.

That conversation had been the first (and last) time you had fought, the first time you had raised your voice at him. Ryan had tried calming you down, had tried assuring you he was telling the truth, but instead of listening you had turned around, and stormed down the small path you had come up, back towards the parking lot.

Ryan had given you a head start, having hoped by the time you had reached the gates to the park you might have calmed down, but when he had reached the exit himself you were nowhere in sight, and the car with which you had driven both of you here was gone, so Ryan had taken the bus home.

He had not seen you since, had not talked to you.

How many times had he dialled your number but never pressed call? He was scared of calling. Were you still mad at him? What if you had blocked his number? He was certain he could not take that rejection, so he had never dared contacting you. For your birthday he had bought a tiny key chain plushie of your favourite animal, but he had not known your address. He had gone back to your flat, but your name was gone from the door bells, John’s too. He had ended up squeezing the plushie into a small compartment in his guitar case, and left it there, always carrying it with him. A constant reminder of having lost you.

But now you were here, watching him play a song he had written about an evening he had spent with you. The song was as melancholic as it was hopeful. He could almost smell the salt of the sea, and feel the waves licking at his feet whenever he sung it, recalling the evening the two of you had spent wandering along the beach, collecting pretty sea shells, sand sticking to your hands where you picked up the shells, and feet, there you were dragging your toes through the soft ground.

He had almost worried a little, when he had played the song for you the first time. It was too much of a love song to not cause him to worry. Why would he write something that could easily be understood as a declaration of love for his best friend? If you had asked him, he might have taken a leap of faith, and answered truthfully, but instead you had smiled, told him how much you loved it, that it might well be a song you would have listened to that evening, as the sun had sparkled red and golden on the waves.

Now the song floated through the room, the audience singing and dancing along. Ryan saw friends twirl one another around, and he could not help but think that if he had been in the audience with you, hearing this song being played, he might have done the same with you. His eyes flickered back to where he had seen you. You were still leaning against the wall, head tilted slightly, a soft expression on your face. He quickly looked away again, his heart racing in his chest.

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When he went out to meet the fans who had been staying behind after the show, he could not spot you anywhere, making his heart sink, thinking maybe seeing you had just been wishful thinking, or that you had left intentionally, not wanting to talk to him.

He took pictures with the fans, pushing the thought of you out of his mind, signed posters, CDs and vinyls, chatted with everyone who wanted to talk to him. And when he finally made his way backstage again after having waved good bye to the last fans, a bunch of girls who had surprised him with the story of how his music had brought them together as a group, he found all of his band members had left already.

Tiredly he rubbed his eyes, feeling the disappointment of not having gotten to talk to you settle heavily in his stomach. He shuffled over to his guitar case, which the others had left behind. They knew he prefered taking care of his instrument himself. He clicked open the lid, checking the guitar was inside. The key chain plushie he had bought looked up at him reproachfully as it always did, with its little, black stich-on eyes.

“Hey.”

The sound of a soft voice almost made him jump out of his skin, the recognition of the voice raising his heartbeat almost painfully.

Quickly spinning around, he found you sitting on a table in the corner, where he had not seen you coming in. Earlier he had seen you from a distance, from up on stage, but seeing you so close, just a few meters away made him dizzy. You looked good, cute, sexy in a completely relaxed way. You wore a shirt that loosely hung around your body, and a pair of short trousers. Your hair was different from the last time he had seen it, but it made you look even cuter than he remembered you.

For a moment he just stared at you, not having expected you might have snuck back here, but then again the whole band knew you, and nobody would have stopped you from coming into the backstage room.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, finally getting to say the words he had wanted to say for months, ever since he had last seen you.

“No, I’m sorry,” you looked away, your eyes scanning the room, “for blowing up in your face.”

“You had every right to,” Ryan shook his head. He wanted to walk over to you, wanted to hug you, to take your face in his hands and just look at you for hours, but he stayed rooted where he was. “It wasn’t my place to-”

“But you were right, weren’t you,” you asked with a shrug. “John had been cheating on me. And I knew it. I’ve known it for months. Suspected it at least. You telling me just made it real. And I didn’t want that.”

Ryan swallowed hard.

“Still, I shouldn’t have- I didn’t do it with ill intention, just didn’t want you to… I didn’t want you to end up as one of these girls who gets married and the groom disappears with one of the bridesmaids or something.”

Ryan’s head shot up as he heard you chuckle.

“Never intended to marry him anyway, no worries there.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

For a moment there was silence spreading through the room. You were not looking at Ryan, just at the wall, while Ryan took you in closer. You looked tired, but generally healthy. Healthier than when he had last seen you.

“I broke up with him,” you suddenly said. “Just so you know. I went home right after you told me, and broke up with him. Honestly, I should have done that years ago,” you admitted. “But I was scared, which might be another reason I denied it, when you told me.”

“Scared,” echoed Ryan.

“Scared because I’ve been with John for so long, that I wasn’t sure I knew who I was without him. What I’d do without all these goddamn restrictions he put on me, what I’d do if I actually had the freedom to choose everything for myself. Turns out it wasn’t him I needed in my life after all.”

“Who then?”

You shrugged, finally looking at Ryan again. “You?”

His breath hitched, and for a moment he almost thought maybe you were saying you needed him as more than a friend, as much as he needed you, but he pushed the thought aside. Baby steps, he told himself. For now you were just here to talk, perhaps not even considering him a friend anymore.

“I came here because I missed you,” you continued. “Hell, I thought about you every day, wondering if I should call you or something. But you hadn’t called either so I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”

“I was scared you didn’t want me to call.”

You blew air out of your nose and rolled your eyes. “Wow, we’re two proper idiots, hmm?”

Ryan nodded.

“Anyway,” you continued, “I came because I wanted to see you, wanted to know if there’s still a way to fix things.”

Ryan was about to say something but you silenced him by lifting your hand.

“But I can’t expect you to agree to try without you knowing the whole truth, and that’s that I wasn’t just scared of not knowing who I would be without John, but also of knowing the moment I wouldn’t be with John anymore, I’d try to be with you.”

“Be with me?” Ryan felt his stomach fill with butterflies, but did not yet dare to hope. Maybe he misunderstood.

“Yeah. And not because I’d be so devastated about John that I’d try to find someone to take my mind off him, but because-” you took a deep breath, “because I’ve been completely in love with you for… so long. And I always told myself that I was with John, and it was better this way and we were just friends, and that you didn’t want more. So I was scared that if I’d break up with John, and told you how I feel, I’d mess up things with us too. But things are already messed up, hell, we haven’t even talked in over three months, so I don’t know why I shouldn’t just try, you know? Maybe I’m lucky and you actually want me back in your life. As a friend. Or… I don’t know. Something else. Something more, maybe, if you want to try. But if you’re not interested, that’s fine, it’s okay. I just miss you and if you still want to be friends then-”

You were rambling, but Ryan barely had registered anything after the part where you had said you had come here to ask him if he wanted to try to be more than ‘just’ friends. And you had said: you were in love with him, had you not? So you wanted him, you wanted to be with him. The look in your eyes told him that you wanted it just as much as he did. So he did not even think about it, when he quickly crossed the room, over to where you were sitting, grabbed your face in his hands, and interrupted your rambling by slamming his lips against yours, years of pent up emotions unloading themselves at once.

You gasped in surprise, but your body reacted on its own, throwing your hands around his neck, and pulling him in, shifting your legs so he could stand between them, while his hands wandered away from your face, one into your hair, the other down your neck, down your back, until it was resting at your waist, tucking you closer to him. It was not until his chest pressed to yours, the only thing separating you now your thin shirt and his tank top, that it quite sunk in what was happening. He was kissing you, hot and urgent and it drew all breath from your lungs, made you dizzy with emotions, made your heart soar. You had dreamt of the feeling of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the brush of his breath for so long, that it felt unreal, really having him kiss you now. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could do nothing but follow Ryan lead, as he desperately kissed you, as if he feared you would disappear any moment from his hold.

You only drew back from the kiss when the need for oxygen became overwhelming, and gasping for air you dropped your head to his shoulders. He was warm, familiar, safe, his longish brown hair softly tickling the side of your face. You could feel him wrap his arms around you tighter, could feel him pressing his nose to your hair, inhaling deeply with every breath he took.

“I’m never gonna let you walk away again,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple, hot and sweet.

You just nodded in response, unable to form words that could have expressed how much that meant to you, how much he meant to you.

And when you had caught your breath, you kissed him again, softer this time, and then again, and again, neither of you quite able to believe that after so long you were finally holding each other as you had always dreamt of.

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ilovepriestgerard · 1 year

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So who the fuck was going to tell me that The Heart Rate Of a Mouse is a horrifically heart breaking, earth shattering, life altering fic that's honestly not even a fic it's a series and calling it a fic is almost offensive i literally just started Vol. 3 and I am screaming, sobbing, throwing up, passing out, raging, falling apart, not moving, dead, deceased, unwilling to go on. ????? Who was gonna tell me that ???

Completely unrelated how tf do you reply to someone on your own post because wtf I cannot figure it out 😔🤘

#ryan ross #ryro #throam #panic at the ryan #panic at the disco #pre split panic #ryden fanfiction #the heart rate of a mouse #emo #ao3 stuff #ao3 tags

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prettyseaveins · 1 year

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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.

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 :)

#ryan ross #panic at the ryan #panic! at the disco #ryan patd #ryan ross x reader #ryan ross x reader fluff #ryan ross x reader oneshot #x reader #female reader #ryan ross imagine #ryan ross fanfic #ryan ross x you #x reader fanfiction

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roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid · 1 year

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rereading throam isn't enough anymore i need a drunk ryan ross to hit me with a tour bus

#fanfiction #fanfic #the heart rate of a mouse #throam #anna green #panic! at the disco #panic at the disco #p!atd #patd #brendon roscoe #brendon urie #ryan ross #jon walker #spencer smith #ryden #pre split panic #northern downpour

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hiddlewiddles · 7 months

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reading throam and I've never felt this way about a fan fiction before like this is crazy 😭😭😭 I'm so sick ... just a rush of emotions. I know it's gonna wreck me

#throam #ryden #ryden fanfiction #the heart rate of a mouse #brendon urie #panic! at the disco #ryan ross #im late to the party #but whatever 😭

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mikeywayat2005warpedtour · 4 months

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Ryan was kneeling in the bath tub

#emo #pre split panic #panic at the disco #panic! at the disco #old panic!#p!atd #ryan ross #ryro #ryro piatd #brendon urie #the milk fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #wattpad

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panicatthetwentyonechemicalboys · 1 month

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HELP IM INDECISIVE

I want to write a fic butttttt.... I'm stuck between Ryllon (ryan ross x dallon weekes), or trying my hand at writing Y/N for the first time!!

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amazing-spiderlad · 4 months

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU GUYS I'M DYING-

I logged into my wattpad account from when I was like 13 and the only thing left on my profile was a shitpost titled "The cheez wiz fic"

If you were a chronically online emo kid I probably just gave you a Vietnam flashback, I'm sure you can see where this is going

I legit can't stop laughing, I have no memory of writing this but it's my exact writing style. As you can probably guess if you were a p!atd fan in the 2010s, it's about Ryan Ross getting his revenge for the milk fic (if you know, you know) but referencing that dumbass video of him in a convenience store or something where he's like "No but I got cheez wiz"

Dear god, what the actual fuck was wrong with 13 year old me? I remember going through an extremely brief phase of being into emo band fanfics but jesus christ...

I'm gonna unpublish this but I just can't bring myself to delete it lmfao

#shitposting #Fanfiction #jd talks #panic at the disco #ryan ross #milk fic #Brendon urie #Emo #Wattpad

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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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trust: chapter 2

w/c: 3.4k

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Y/n said nothing as her older brother and his friends continued to buzz about their very new signing. She hummed to herself as she placed the cake in the oven before cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes, utensils, and then drying them. Y/n pursed her lips before she turned to face her brother once again,

“Bren?” She asked softly, resting her hips on the counter as she crossed her arms. Her brother lifted his head and quirked a brow towards her, still looking at Spencer as they conversed about some of the songs they would possibly be changing up for their new sound, like Time To Dance, Camisado, and Nails For Breakfast.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Brendon teased his baby sister. With a huff and roll of her eyes, Y/n pushed herself off the counter by her hips, making herself busy. “Was gonna ask if you needed your laundry done. But after the nickname, fuck you, do it yourself.”

Spencer snorted at her comment, “Damn, kiss your mother with that mouth?” Another eye roll later, Y/n sent an annoyed middle finger to Spencer, checking the timer she’d set on the oven. “I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes, losers.” The girl spoke before running upstairs to her room, grabbing her laundry and throwing it into the machine.

Ryan’s gaze trailed after her slowly and rested on the stairwell straight ahead of him. He cleared his throat before walking to his friends sitting at the kitchen’s bar. Ryan opened his mouth to contribute to the conversation before Brendon interrupted him. “I think we need to celebrate our tremendous feat. Whaddaya guys say, huh? What if we throw a mega banger in celebration of our signing?” Brendon wiggled both of his elbows into both Spencer and Ryan, causing the two to laugh softly.

“Here?” Jon asked, a brow raised. Brendon spun around in his chair and nodded before leaning back and crossing his arms. “Hell yeah, here! This is where the magic happened, baby! Obviously it’s gotta be here!”

A set of hands and a chin found their home on Ryan’s shoulders. He looked at the girl who was suddenly back downstairs among him, her brother, and their friends, “What’s gotta be here?” Y/n queried, once again completely oblivious to the fact that she was making Ryan’s heart race a mile a minute. Ryan would usually focus on the words leaving the girl’s mouth, but right now, he had to focus on calming himself down so Y/n wouldn’t hear or feel his speedy heartbeat, or notice his sudden loss of breath.

Spencer spoke up now, his arms crossed over his chest as he spun to face the younger Urie, “Your big brother wants to throw a celebratory signing party. You down?” He smirked at her before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a soda from the second rack.

With a small hum in thought, she asked softly, “I’m invited?” Ryan spoke before he even realized he did,

“Yes!” He shouted, before shrinking down in embarrassment, a tinge of red fanning over his cheeks. He held his face in his hands, muttering apologies. “I’m sorry—Just…” He didn’t even need to look up to know his friends were staring at him intently, and Jon was giving him a stern, almost motherly, look. Clearing his throat, the guitarist continued, “Just surprised at the fact that you’d think you weren’t invited after everything you’ve done for us. You proofread our-“

Y/n interrupted now, “Your.” She whispered, standing up straight as she offered a reassuring shoulder squeeze. “My lyrics.” He corrected sheepishly,

“You made food for us when we had long sessions, made us hot chocolate, coffee.. God, you’ve always supported us, you’ve always been our number one fan…” Ryan trailed off, having to stop himself before he got too ahead of himself and started going on about his love and overall adoration for her.

Y/n had a hand over her heart and opened her mouth to speak before Spencer spoke up again, “And not to mention, you always made sure we got rest of some sort, whether it be small breaks, actual sleep itself, or you just talking to us to bounce ideas off of.” He took another sip of his soda before going back over to Jon and Brendon.

Jon spoke up now, “Ya always made sure we were hydrated too, ran to the store for us when we needed paper, pens, or other bullshit like that. Food, etcetera, etcetera. You’ve been a great help, kid. Ya need to hold yourself to a higher standard.”

Isn’t that right? Ryan thought to himself, nodding in agreement with Jon, subtly looking towards him. Before Y/n could thank the boys, her brother walked to her side and threw his arm around her shoulders, giving her a noogie as he gave his thanks to her,

“What would I have done without my little sis always making me food, doing my laundry, and my chores so I could be with the guys? You’re the best, Y/n. We really love you, and of course we want–no, need you at this party! Couldn’t have gotten this far without you!” With a large smile, the youngest in the room nodded.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll start getting the house ready-” She gave her brother a quick squeeze before slithering out of his grip to start preparing for the party. Ryan stopped her though and grabbed her hand, causing Y/n to turn towards his voice, “Woah, woah. We are gonna get the house ready together.”

Unbeknownst to Ryan, Spencer grew wary of his bandmate’s hands on the frontman’s little sister. Jon, completely oblivious to Spencer’s glare, nudged him, “Older Urie’s gonna send out invites and all that shit, but me ‘n Spence’ll help out, don’t worry.” Jon smiled, walking towards Y/n and Ryan. The girl grinned and gave Ryan’s hand a quick squeeze before moving forward to hug the others. Ryan hadn’t realized how long his hands had lingered on Y/n until she was out of his grip, she just felt so much like home. It was scary.

As Y/n flew into Spencer and Jon’s hugs, she hadn’t noticed the very obviously fake smile on Spencer’s face. No one had the opportunity to before an annoying ringing sound echoed through the kitchen. Y/n pulled away and clapped her hands excitedly,

“Yay! Cake!”

Y/n was in her room getting ready for the party as she heard new voices under the blaring music entering her house. She looked in the mirror, brushing invisible specks of dirt off of herself, smoothing her outfit down as much as she could. With a frustrated sigh, she held her face in her hands.

“You look beautiful. What’s stressing you out?” A voice asked her from the doorway, causing her face to shoot up out of her hands. She stayed staring at herself in the mirror, staring at him through the mirror. He kicked himself off the door frame as she spoke.

“I don’t know, I guess this party just feels different because of the event it's celebrating.” Ryan walked up behind her and let his hands rest in his pockets as he looked her in the eyes through the mirror, “Hey, you’ve got nothing to stress over.” Tentatively, he placed his hands on her shoulders, flicking his eyes back to hers, silently asking if he could continue. With a silent nod from Y/n, Ryan began to rub her shoulders, much to Y/n’s pleasure.

“If anything, it should be us stressing, it’s our signing party.” The elder reassured, causing a smile to finally find its home on the girl’s face. She smiled brightly at Ryan and turned around and gave him a tight hug. “Thank you.” She said softly and sweetly. Ryan smiled and let his chin rest on her shoulder as he embraced every inch of her hug. His hands found solitude on her waist as he pulled her in tighter.

“For the record, Ross, you look very handsome yourself, and you give incredible hugs.” Y/n complimented, letting go of the hug when she heard one of her favorite songs playing downstairs. She grabbed Ryan’s hand and dragged him down the stairs with her before forcing him to dance with her.

Ryan laughed and Y/n spun messily to the song playing, but when she grabbed his hand, he let his body take over. He gave her a proper spin, causing her to giggle, a sound Ryan swore he could never get over. Y/n rested her hand in Ryan’s, her other on his shoulder. She stopped laughing as much and only smiled, maintaining eye contact with Ryan the entire time, and he did the same.

When the song ended, Y/n smiled wider and stepped back, “Thank you for going along with that. That was really fun! Want a drink?” She pointed towards the drink table, and Ryan nodded. “You continue dancing, Urie, I’ll grab the drinks.” He grinned at her, causing her to cheer and nod, already dancing to the next song.

With a small laugh, Ryan walked over to where Y/n had previously pointed, grabbing two red solo cups. He was in the process of pouring their drinks when he felt an elbow in his side. Ryan snapped his eyes up to the culprit, not surprised to see Jon connected to the elbow that’d nudged him. “I saw you two lovebirds. Finally spill the secret?” Jon teased, causing Ryan to turn his face away from his friend’s burning stare, in an attempt to hide his blush. “Holy shit! You still haven’t told her!” Jon basically yelled, causing Ryan to shove his shoulder,

“Dude, shut it!” He pleaded, quickly glancing around to make sure no one else had heard their conversation. Jon laughed heartily before shaking his head, “Man, you gotta tell her! Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, which won’t happen, it definitely will go somewhere, she has a right to know!” Jon said seriously, offering an encouraging smile. He placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and rubbed it, “Trust me, Ryan. It’s better to be rejected than to regret not saying something.”

Jon and Ryan’s conversation was interrupted as another person walked up, “Hey, guys! Crazy turn out, huh? Told ya I’m a god at invites!” Brendon placed a hand on both of their shoulders and smiled, “What were you two talking about?” Ryan tried not to show his panic when Brendon asked that, and before Ryan could stutter through an excuse, Jon bit the bullet and saved Ryan’s skin.

“Was asking Ryan for some advice about the girl over there.” Jon gestured lazily to a group of girls in another room, taking a sip. “Wanna walk over with me Bren? Ryan’s too nervous to just walk over with me and I need backup.” Jon offered, looking at Brendon hopefully.

Brendon blew a raspberry at Ryan and held an “L” on his forehead to him, “Of course I’ll go with you Jon, I’m not a pussy.” He laughed before clapping Ryan on the back, “Kidding, I get it. Enjoy the party man, I know Jon certainly will.” He smiled.

As the two walked away, Jon turned his head and winked at Ryan before turning back around quickly. Ryan smiled a tight smile and nodded at Jon before turning to walk back with his and Y/n’s drinks. However, as he turned to walk back in her direction, he collided with another body, startling him. He turned back around to see he’d bumped into the girl he’d been on the way back to. With a laugh, she took a cup from Ryan, “What took ya so long?”

Ryan gestured to the room that Jon and Brendon were currently in, “Oh, ya know, your brother.” He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink. She laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah, he can be quite the handful sometimes. I’d know.” The two of them laughed together before walking over to another corner of the room to get out of the way of the people dancing in the middle of the living room.

Ryan leaned against the wall, drink in hand, free hand either in his pocket or gesturing with his sentences, as Y/n was standing, slowly sipping her drink, more listening than talking. Their conversation was going pretty well when all of a sudden, a guy slammed into Y/n, spilling his drink all over her, causing Y/n to shiver at the sudden cold liquid seeping through her shirt.

The drunk guy looked up at Y/n and muttered an apology before doing a double take, “Oh, holy shit. You’re Brent’s ex right?” Y/n’s face paled and Ryan stood up straight, eyeing the guy angrily. Clearly, the drunk moron didn’t realize that no one wanted to talk about that, “Yeah, you gotta be. I remember your brother or whoever goin’ batshit on him in the middle of that party, almost two years ago now, right?”

Ryan shoved him, “Get the fuck away from her. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.” The man looked up at Ryan now, “Go home, Ronnie.” Ryan snarled at him. “You’ve had enough to drink, anyway.” Ronnie looked up at Ryan and raised a brow,

“Since when are you two dating?” He flicked his eyes over to Y/n, who looked to be on the edge of tears. “You settle for Ryan here just because you missed fucking one of your brother’s friends?” And that was it, the wall that Y/n had built up had come crashing down with waterworks.

Y/n ran upstairs, sobbing. Ryan shoved Ronnie into a wall and immediately followed after her, calling her name. “Y/n!” He watched her door slam shut, and against his better judgment, opened the door without knocking, “Y/n, look what he said-” He looked up at her shriek and saw her shirtless, “Shit, I’m so sorry!” He put his hand back on the knob to close it, but before he could reach the knob, she spoke up.

“Wait! Don’t… Don’t leave me.” She pleaded softly, breaking Ryan’s heart. He held a hand over his eyes and still kept his eyes down, though it was pointless to do both. He shut the door behind him and stood in the corner with his back to her. “I won’t leave but I won’t look. Just tell me when you’re done, okay?”

Y/n let out a small hum of affirmation and Ryan sighed shakily, waiting patiently. After a minute or so, Y/n pulled him off the wall by his shoulder and uncovered his eyes. “You change qui-”

Ryan wore a nervous smile on his face as he finally brought his hands off his eyes. He froze when he realized what he was looking at: a shirtless Y/n. “Oh-my god.” he stuttered out, his cheeks turning bright red as he turned his face away, “Y/n, I-” Her soft hand reached up to his cheek and turned him back towards her. “This is w-wrong, Y/n, you’re not thinking right, you’re upset, you-I don’t want to take advantage of you, I-”

She hushed him and smiled, “You’re not taking advantage of anyone, Ryan. Promise.” Ryan swallowed hard as she took a step closer to him. The boy’s breath grew more jagged as his crush stepped closer and closer to him. Ryan finally took things upon himself, he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her deeply as Y/n’s hands moved to his hair.

Ryan’s heart jumped to his throat. This was all he’d ever wanted, to be able to kiss Y/n, to hold her in his arms, this was the moment he’d dreamt of for as long as he could remember. So why did things feel so strange? He’d imagined this situation playing out several times and he’d planned everything down to a t, how he’d hold her, exactly how he’d kiss her, how softly he’d-

Ryan’s train of thought was interrupted when Y/n brought him back to her bed, yanking his shirt off of him and shoving him down as she sat on her knees in front of him. Y/n brought her hands to Ryan’s belt and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Ryan’s lips were trapped between his teeth as he watched her tear-jerkingly slow movements. She shuffled his pants down and Ryan raised his hips to help her, looking deep into her lust flooded eyes–matching his.

Ryan smiled down at her, raising a hand to pet her hair, “Is this your first-Oh, fuck.” Ryan’s own moans cut off his question as his head fell back as his hand moved to clench the bedsheets under him. Now, by no means was Ryan a virgin, in any sense of the word, but there was something about Y/n that just made everything feel like it was his first. He could only hope he was her first, but by the way she was skillfully moving her head up and down, followed by the swirling of her tongue, he was positive he wasn’t.

He decided not to focus on that, but on the fact that this was even happening. Ryan moaned her name, “Y/n, fuck.” He let his eyes flutter shut and Y/n felt a zap of electricity shoot from her mouth to her toes. She loved the hold she had on him. She added her hand to Ryan’s cock and from that point on, his groans got even dirtier. Y/n’s heart began to race in arousal and anxiety, she’d never had anyone wound around her finger so tight, but it felt great.

Ryan’s moans were heavenly. Y/n wanted more and more, so she did everything she knew how. She looked up at him and started to bob her head faster, licking up his cock to his tip. She flicked her tongue across his slit and Ryan swore he’d never moaned louder; she was so much better than he could’ve imagined, and he imagined a lot. They were both grateful for the booming music downstairs, or else they certainly would’ve been caught.

Ryan sucked in a deep breath through his teeth and let a hand find its way in her hair and he tugged on it softly. Y/n moaned softly, sending a delicious vibration up Ryan’s cock. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re so good at this~” At the praise, she slightly sped up her movements and continued to look up at him, smirking when his face twitched, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, Y/n kept her head down and let him spill into the back of her throat, riding out his high with him. Involuntarily, Ryan bucked his hips into mouth with another small moan.

He looked down at her and caressed the side of her face, running his thumb over her cheek. “So beautiful. You gonna spit it out?” Y/n instead stuck her tongue out of her mouth and showed him his cum before swallowing it.

Ryan’s face lit up in a blush and he licked his lips before pulling her off the floor by her face, kissing her deeply. With a hand on the back of her head, he stood up and lightly pushed her on the bed before unclasping her bra with one hand, causing her to blush and turn away. “Guess this isn’t your first time.” Ryan smiled softly and turned her face back towards him, “No, but I know this’ll be my best time.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply, sliding off her bra in the process. He sat up now, his knees on either side of her. Y/n swallowed hard and tried her best to maintain eye contact, but it was evident that she was anxious.

Ryan immediately picked up on this and did a double take, “Shit, are you a virgin? We shouldn’t-” Ryan went to step off of her, but Y/n grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“I want you to be my first, Ryan. Please.” Y/n begged softly, causing a whole other side of Ryan to take over.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked, his hand on her cheek again. The girl sat up and shook her head, “Bren has some in his nightstand drawer. You can go grab one.” She spoke timidly before Ryan nodded, basically sprinting to her brother’s room.

She giggled at his speed, but when he was back and shut the door, it sunk in that she was really about to do this. Ryan resumed his position above her and shuffled her underwear down, before running his fingers up and down her sides.

“Are you ready, Y/n?”

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