I鈥檓 going to start trying to write again!! I鈥檝e been really not doing great mentally but I鈥檓 trying to get back to the writing mood so I鈥檓 gonna let you all decide what I write next!!
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Family
Summary: Ryan and Dylan went through a lot of shit together but don't really know each others past. So a very blunt Ryan asks.
Notes: family trama is involved if your sensitive to that I advise against reading it.
*requests are open*
Ryan's family life was complicated and stressful, often times he was to act like a parent to his younger sister, or when his father was around he was the target of constant abuse.
He never really told anyone except for Chris a few years back, it was helpful to have someone to talk to but now Chris is dead.
Dylan lived with his mother and cat, his father left when he was just turning 13, they ever got along well but it still hurt to see him leave. His mother tried to be there for him but she just isn't cut out for parenthood he supposed.
Both boys were sitting on the balcony of the hotel the police station was paying for them to stay in.
Ryan was smoking what Dylan assumed to be a cigarette but could've been a joint.
"Tell me one thing you've never told anyone" Ryan blurted out not tearing his eyes from the starry sky.
Dylan blush and looked at Ryan, "why?" He laughed
Ryan shrugged, finally turning to him, "I want to know you better,"
"My dad left when I was 13, he told me it was because I came out but he told my mom it was because some stupid fight they were having" Dylan looked up at Ryan, "I don't really care anymore, it's just not something that gets brought up lot."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Ryan said not quite sure how to comfort someone. He placed him hand over dylans and smiled.
"What about you?" Dylan asked finding the confidence to hold Ryan's hand back.
"My dad left when my mom was pregnant with Sarah, and once my mom gave birth she started using drugs again, which I didn't even care about then but then I had to watch Sarah all the time, I even had to skip school to look after her. My grandparents were finally able to take her for the summers, so I came here. But now my grandparents are getting old and well Chris is dead" Ryan said
Dylan was worried for Ryan this whole time, he knew he was close to Chris, and his kids. None of them made it.
"Are you okay?" Dylan asked watching Ryan pull out another cigarette.
"I am, I'm just stressed"
Dylan smiled softly at the anxious boy and scooted over.
Ryan seemed to take this as a hint and immediately cuddled into the side of Dylans arm.
"Thank you," Ryan whispered tearing up "for this, for everything"
"I really like you ryan"
"I really like you too dylan"
They spent the rest of the night like that, watching the stars. Ryan didn't even need to smoke more, he was already on cloud nine.
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hi everyone sorry for being so inactive. i haven't given up but i was out of town to go and see skz :) so i was busy preparing for that and what not. i also have hit writers block in regards to my series but one shots i don't think i'll have a problem with. i'll try to post a bit more soon. please be patient i've been very busy and tired :<
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people who started following me cuz of my nsft posts are probably sorely disappointed by 90% of my posts cuz it's mostly mentally exhausted rambling
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if i do anything wrong im sorry im learning hwo to be cool
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you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.
he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.
his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.
"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"
you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"
and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white
(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)
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