#mikey is a sweetheart and should be protected from the world

[littleoanh]

Aki here again 💗

Happy that you’re accepting requests again!

Can I ask for a feel good scenario where Ran and Rindou are drinking at Rin’s apartment after an exhausting day. Just brothers casually talking about life. Rin got a girlfriend and Ran is single so let them talk as well about a girl Ran loved so much but doesn’t want her to be involved in his job. He just wants to watch her from the background. I just want to know how you will write the haitani brothers conversation I think you will make this as something that will make is smile 💗

Then a few days after that conversation, Ran accidentally ran from the girl 🥺

Anyway, dont push yourself too much since you’re not feeling well. I hope you will feel better soon Albie!

💗💗~

A/N: Hi Aki!! I’m so happy you submitted a request ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა. And thank you so much for thinking about my wellbeing. You are such a sweetheart ˚ ༘ ♡ ⋆.˚! My health is a lot better now! I hope you are taking care of yourself too ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡.

No One Compares to You

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption, and bonding between brothers

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“Kampai.” The brothers quietly clink their hard blown whiskey glasses then savoring the smooth texture and vanilla taste. After a long exhausting day, Ran and Rin needed a quiet relaxing night in. Rin offers up his apartment since he had a bottle of whiskey he wanted Ran to try and he has the apartment to himself. Usually the brothers would go out to Bonten’s owned clubs, bars, or lounges with the other executives but tonight, they want to have family time just like old times.

“This is really good.” Ran compliments the whiskey Rin provides. He nods, “You know, it’s been awhile since we drank just the two of us.” One of Rin’s eyebrows quirks up, not understanding what Ran is talking about.

“We go out drinking at the bars just the two of us before.” Ran shakes his head, leaving Rin in confusion.

“No, I meant like this. Drinking at home together.” Probably the last time they drank at home together was when they were in the Kanto Manji Gang before they evolved into Bonten. Back then when they lived together, after a long day they would drink like this and talk about the future. 

“Right.” Ran and Rin drink in comfortable silence, thinking back to their childhood when it was them against the world. “So much has changed.” They have gone through a detention center, juvie, encountering their respectable leader Izana… joining South and after his defeat they followed Mikey.

“It has.” Ran twirling the liquor in his hand, “You have grown up well, Rin.” 

“HA?” Rin literally choked and spit out his whiskey, “I grew up to be a notorious and one of the most wanted criminals. Where in the hell do you think that’s me growing up well?”

“That may be, but you’ve matured and not as hot headed anymore. You used to get so angry and eager to pick fights.” Ran chuckles, “You were like an angry little puppy ready to bite anyone and anything.” Rin flusters, his cheeks red from embarrassment. His older brother compared him to a non intimidating animal, he shot his pride of his hard work. 

“An angry little puppy?!”

“Yeah,” Ran is smiling while continuing to tease his little brother, “you were like those little doggies. What were they called again?” Playfully tapping on his chin, “Oh yes, a chihuahua.” Rin is close to exploding and beating his brother up, “But now, you’re more like a wolf.” Rin’s anger slowly simmers down.

“A wolf?” Ran nods, Rin’s anger dissipates.

“Yes, you’ve become strong, protective, intelligent…” Ran’s lilac eyes stare into Rin’s curious eyes, “I should thank your girlfriend for that.” Ran’s proud smile fills Rin full of pride, drinking to it, he couldn’t have done it without her. “Proposing to her any time soon?” Rin again nearly spits out his whiskey. “You two have been living together for 2 years. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” Ran finds it adorable how red Rin looks right now.

“I… may have thought about it.” The end of his sentence gets quiet, in truth Rin has been thinking about proposing to his girlfriend for a long time. 

“Awww,” Ran is elated to hear that, “soon there will be little Haitanis running around.” Rin’s face is even more red, of course he wants to have children but talking about it makes him shy. “I hope you have a girl so I can spoil the little princess.” Ran grins happily, he knows Rin and his future sister in law will have the cutest babies.

“Not like I can control the sex of the baby…” Rin drinks his whiskey to wash away his shyness, “What about you, aniki?” Ran tilts his head to the side, uncertain what his little brother is asking. “Are you still not over her?” Ran’s lips drop, he knows who exactly Rin is talking about and it is you. You are still the only one he will ever love. No one can compare to you.

“I will never be over her. [Y/n] will always be the one I love.” A sad smile on his lips, he gulps the last of his whiskey before pouring more liquor into his glass.

“Then why don’t you get back with her if you’re still in love with her? There’s no point loving someone and not being with them.” Ran lets out a bitter laugh before taking another drink of the whiskey.

“It’s not as easy as it sounds, brother.” Rin scoffs and rolls his lilac eyes.

“Really? How so?”

“Her father is part of the House of the National Diet.” Rin is speechless. He knew you were wealthy but didn’t know about your family, “And he was one of the representatives who is against gambling, weapons, and prostitution.”

“Oh shit.” Knowing this newfound information, it would be complicated for you two to be together.

Ran stares out the glass windows, thinking back to his time in high school when he first met you. No, it wasn’t through school. It was by chance… a lucky chance he got to meet you. You went to a prestigious high school, known for high society families. He remembers your school uniform, your high pigtails, your designer backpack and your fearsome attitude.

[Flashback]

Ran was having a bad day and skipped school to do whatever he wanted to do. It’s not like anyone could stop him, he and Rin owned Roppangi after all. Stopping him would be the worst decision a person could ever make. 

“Ah!” Some girl spilled her drink on Ran’s clothes, a vein popped up on his cheek. “I-I’m so sorry!” He noticed her uniform, she’s from a prestigious high school and an angry smile appeared on his face.

“Sorry, isn’t going to clean this up girl.” Ran used his height to intimidate this girl, who was cowering before him. Until you appear, stepping up in front of her, to shield her from him.

“Here’s some napkins.” You were clearly not deterred by him and shoved napkins into his chest. “If the stain doesn’t come out, then go to XX Dry Cleaners and put it under [L/N].” Your last name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn’t place from where. 

“You think I would go all the way there to drop this off?”

“For someone that is crying about a spilled drink on their shirt,” You let out a small smirk, “yeah.” Ran was a little startled about your attitude, he thought all you privileged girls would be the same. 

“Look… Pigtails.” He noticed your giant high pigtails, “I don’t have time to go there myself.”

“Really? It doesn’t seem like you have any place to be at, Braids.” You mocked his dumb nickname he gave you, challenging him, “If you did, you wouldn’t be standing here and taunting us.” Ran laughed, you completely got him. He really didn’t have any place to go, he just didn’t feel like going to the other side of town to drop this off.  

“Miss [L/n].” A man appeared next to them, a sleek black car rolling up beside him. “Are you and your friends ready to go back?”

“Yes, you’re right on time.” You smiled cutely, the man opened the door for you and your friends to get in. You rolled down the window to look at Ran one last time, “Braids, if you really care about your shirt then go to that dry cleaners.” Looked back at the man and told him to drive, leaving Ran behind.

Ran scoffed, you had the balls to stand up to him.

It had been two weeks since he last saw you, until… he felt someone tug on his shirt. Ran looked down to find… you. “Pigtails?” He was surprised to find you at the same spot where he first met you. You seemed to be relieved to find him.

“You never went.” There was a look of confusion on his face, “You never went to the dry cleaners I recommended. Why?” 

“Why bother going all the way there?” Ran playfully shrugged, there was a look of disappointment on your cute face. “Were you waiting for me or something?”

“Obviously,” You boldly responded, “I went there to see if you dropped it off almost every day and you never showed up. You know how much of a waste of my time that was?” Ran cocked one of his eyebrows.

“Why did you go there instead of just calling the place?” You got quiet. Ran snickered, towering over you. “Did you want to see me that badly, Pigtails?”

“As if, I just… want to make sure you got it cleaned is all.” You looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Care that much about me, huh?” Ran teased you some more, “Well since I worried you so much, why don’t I take you out for desserts?” You faced him again, your cheeks heated, making you even more adorable.

After one date, it turned into another and another. From dessert dates to picnic dates to movie dates to amusement park dates. Ran even helped you sneak out of your bedroom window to go out on late night drives on his motorcycle to go stargazing. Ran fell in love, hoping this would last forever… but young love never lasts.

As Ran became more and more involved with violent gang activities, your father was selected to be part of the House of National Diet. Your face was plastered in family photos in newspapers, magazines, and television. This became Ran’s greatest fear if other gangs knew of your relationship with him, you would easily be targeted. He could never let anything happen to you. 

Ran never wanted to be the one to break your heart, but it had to be done. He broke things off with you, said you two are from different worlds it would never work out. The tears in your eyes shattered his heart. He wished he could pull you into his arms to comfort you but he held back. It would hurt much worse.

[End Flashback]

“Was that the last time you saw her?” Rin asks after hearing Ran’s sad love story, Ran still looking outside the window with a sorrowful expression.

“No, I have been watching her from afar.” After all these years, he discreetly observed you from a distance. He saw your high school graduation, your college entrance ceremony, your many academic award ceremonies, your college graduation, your first job out of college, your first promotion… he never missed a single important event in your life. 

“Did she move on?” Ran witnessed you going out on dates, of course Ran wasn’t happy about it. He saw you the other day with another man, he was so close to wanting to take him out but he held back.

“She deserves to be happy.” Rin frowns when he sees his big brother's grim smile, reaching out to grab his shoulder. Ran faces him with a look of surprise.

“You deserve to be happy too, aniki.” Ran’s downturned eyes widens, “I don’t want you to live in regret and forget about your own happiness.” Soon, Ran’s grim smile dissolves into a warm soft smile and he pulls Rin into a hug.

“I won’t live in regret and forget about my happiness when I have you.” Ran truly meant it, as long Rin is by his side life wouldn’t be so bad. “Your happiness will always brighten my life. So, cherish your woman and have lots of babies.” Rin’s face deadpans and shoves Ran away from him.

“What am I, a baby making factory? Go make your own babies.”

“Why are you being so shy? You know you would make cute babies! It’s in our blood.” 

“Stop saying weird things!” Ran laughs loudly, the rest of the night they talk about customizing a ring for Rin’s future wife and brainstorming on how to propose to her. Ran hopes after Rin gets married, they will continue to have these types of nights together. 

The next few days, Ran happens to be close to the dessert place where he took you out on the first date. Feeling nostalgic, he decides to go in to grab a mont blanc. Ran accidentally knocks the door into someone, “Sorry about that.” 

“Sorry isn’t enough to clean this up.” Huh? The voice sounds so familiar, his lilac eyes widen when he meets yours. Your hair is down and styled, your dress is fashionable with a light stain from your drink, you have upgraded to a designer purse, the only thing remaining the same is your fearsome attitude. He is surprised to be right in front of you, he was so used to seeing you from afar. Why are you here of all places? Were you thinking of him too? His heart starts racing at a blistering pace. “Well?” You tilt your head to the side, coyly. 

Ran lets out a soft smile, thinking about his own happiness like Rin wanted for him, “I know a dry cleaner who can get that stain out.”

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Hey hey!!

I pretty sure you know what I'm here for, so I'll give two options, that way there is no pressure and you can choose whichever you feel in the mood for!!

Soft Micah, where he's drunk and feeling insecure and tells the reader why he loves them and how much they mean to him, ending with the reader being the big spoon and cuddling the rat man as he cries himself to sleep.

OR

Soft Sadie, where she confides in the reader about when she first joined the gang, how she felt when her husband was murdered, and how she never thought she'd find love again until she met the reader.

No pressure to do either! I will leave it in your talented and capable hands.

Don't forget how amazing you are and how much joy you bring with your writing.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

sksksks you know i'm gonna do both bc i love both these asks and soft clingy micah is my literal favourite. this is a total unedited mess but its my total unedited mess and i'm just the biggest sucker for making him all mushy so pls enjoy whatever the hell this is <3333.

(ill do the sadie ask in a different post and put the link here!)

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Today was particularly strange, not because anything extraordinary happened but because your sweetheart, Micah, was nowhere to be seen.

Sure he had a tendency to run off on jobs and you couldn’t spend all hours of the day together but it was unlike him to leave you to wake up alone in your shared tent.

All day he’d avoided you. Normally you’d get a coffee and slowly wake up together, planning out your day which usually involved planning your next job together but Micah was no where to be found when you woke up with nothing but blankets around you.

He wasn’t loitering around the outskirts of camp, nor was he by the campfire cleaning his weapons. It was if he well and truly disappeared, but you knew who Micah was and you knew if he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t be.

With that you left your search, busying yourself with chores and helping around camp and knowing that Micah would make his appearance when he wanted to be found. It was merely a matter of time, nothing more.

-

The first thing you noticed when you were returning to camp from doing a late night run into town for ammunition was that Baylock had been hitched with the other horses, something that wasn’t there this morning.

Your eyes scanned around camp, noticing instantly that the flaps to your tent were pulled shut which only happened when either of you were in there. You placed down the crate of ammo you were carrying, dusting your hands before walking over and slowly opening the flaps to let yourself inside.

The first thing you noticed was Micah sitting up abruptly with that sounded like a sniffle. He shuffled around, clearly trying to make himself presentable. Slowly, you held your hands out to him, clearly reading the almost heavy feeling to the room.

“Hey now… been looking for you, where’d you go?”

You sit down beside him, keeping your voice soft as if you were calming a spooked horse. You notice amongst the pillows and blankets the empty bottles of whiskey and his green neckerchief which was stained with his tears.

“Oh Mikes, c'mere…”

You wrap your arms around him, hearing a choked sob slip from him as you run your hands through his stringy hair. Your other hand slips under his disheveled and unbuttoned shirt to rub slow circles along his back as he cried into your neck.

Sobs and little whimpers leave him as you hold him, littering soft kisses in his hair and shushing him as best you could.

“It’s alright Micah... I’ve got you now.”

You pull him back slightly, holding his face in your hands as your thumb wiped away his tears that kept falling from his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, just let it out sweetheart— I’m here.”

You watched as his bottom lip quivered and other rush of sobs fell from his mouth. He buried his face back into your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you as if you’d ever let him go.

“You should go somewhere...anywhere but here— don’t know why you put up with an ugly old sod like me. Yer too good for me— deserve someone better— don’t waste yer time with me.”

Micah’s voice cracked at least twice, his words broken up with sobs and cries as he spilled out exactly what had been bothering him all day.

Your heart broke when you heard him, wrapping your arms around his back as you held him flushed against you.

“Hey hey don’t you say that, you are enough for me okay? I love you and there’s no one I love more in this world than I do you.”

Micah shakes his head, burying his face in your shoulder even further as tears soak your shirt.

“Look at me Micah…”

Slowly and reluctantly he pulls away, resting his elbows on either side of your legs as he still attempts to hide in your chest. You brush the hair from his temples that had been stuck down by streaks of tears, gently tucking his hair behind his ears as you waited for him to look at you.

“I want you to know that you’re not a waste of time… every day I get to spend with you makes me happy— you make me happy Micah.”

The look Micah gives you is one of pure hope and adoration. His crisp blue eyes are wide as you speak, the colour deepened from all the redness surrounding them. More stray tears fall from the corners of his eyes although they’re much softer now, his sobbing slowing to something more tame as he listens to your soothing voice.

You lean down, placing a gentle kiss to his lips and you note how he’s obviously chewed at his bottom lip sometime today. Micah practically melts into you, clearly in his softer clingy mood which always followed him whenever he got emotional and insecure.

Sitting up, you trace the scar on his chin as he leans into your hand like a scared little cat caught in the rain.

“And you’re certainly not ugly.”

Micah instantly shakes his head, sitting up and trying to pull himself out of your embrace but you don’t let him get far. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his tummy, resting your head over his shoulder as you watch him intertwine your hands together.

You kiss his cheek, leaning your head against his as you cuddle him.

“Yes you are— you’re my pretty boy, my sweetheart, my Mikey.”

You can hear him smile although he tries to hide it under his hair that’s flopped in front of his face that also served to hide the blush he had.

For a while you sit together just like that. Micah aimlessly fiddles with your fingers in his lap while you watch from over his shoulder, occasionally leaning down and pressing kisses all over his neck and shoulder.

“Love you too ya’know…ya always know the right things to say and ya always know how to make me feel loved. I’m real lucky to have you— even when I don’t deserve you, I’m a real lucky man indeed.”

Micah practically fidgets with your hands through his whole little confession and you squeeze them to reassure him, something he happily returns with desperate squeezes of his own.

“I love you more than you could kno—“

A yawn cuts through Micah’s words, his exhaustion (and whiskey) finally catching up to him as he leans into your hold. The sound makes you giggle, his yawn always making you smile at just how adorable it was no matter how badly he denied it.

“Common sleepyhead, bet you’re real tired.”

Again he looks at you with those wide hopeful eyes, although this time they’re much more sleepy as you roll him to lie down with you. You shuffled the empty bottles to the corner of the tent, placing his neckerchief beside his hat so the two of you had more room.

“You’ll stay?”

You smile, giving him a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the two of your and spooning up behind him. Usually he’d protest at being the little spoon but not today. Now Micah is nothing short of exhausted and you knew, without him having to say it, that he just needs to be cuddled and littered with affection.

“Course I am, won’t find me anywhere else but right here with you.”

You kiss the back of Micah’s neck before burying your face into his shoulder blades. Your hands ran soothing circles over his tummy and chest, waiting and feeling his breath even out. You didn’t move until you heard his soft snoring, finally allowing yourself to fall asleep too with a smile on your face and your arms wraps protectively around Micah.

Eventually, at some point in the night Micah had rolled to tuck his head in your neck and you woke with a large amount of dribble stuck to your shirt (something that made Micah go the colour of a tomato) but you didn’t mind a bit as long as he knew just how much you loved him.

#soft micah is my FAV #micah bell #micah bell x reader #soft micah hours #soft rat 🥺🥺🥺 #micah bell imagine #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2

[blackmissfrizzle]

Sweatpants SZN (Miguel Edition)

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader (Reader used from Wild Child)

Summary: The reader gets the rare sight of Miguel in sweatpants

Warnings: Smut, knife play, a lil violence

A/N: Shoutout to @thesandbeneathmytoes sending me this video that inspired this fic.

“Marcus, where’s my husband?” You just gotten back from work and were eager to see Miguel. “He’s downstairs training with Nestor, Mrs. Galindo.” When you heard the word training, you took off and ran for the gym, Marcus’ laugh getting fainter with each step you take.

The reason for your Usain Bolt run was that it wasn’t often that you got to see Miguel train aka see him in gray sweatpants. He only wore them when he was in the gym because he didn’t consider them proper loungewear (like he has time to lounge anyway).

You got there out of breath, but you were there just in the nick of time. Miguel was sparring with Nestor in the ring. As the boss, there was no need for your husband to get his hands dirty but he always needed to stay sharp. It was a great turn on to see him this way. Primal, swift, and strong. An alpha.

He was keeping up with Nestor which was no easy feat. That man was military trained and a top-notch killer. “Alright, good job Mikey.” Nestor patted his friend on the back and jumped out the ring. “Y/N,” he acknowledges you on his way out.

“You’re either getting slow or he’s getting good,” you nudged him the ribs. “Watch yourself.” He nudged you back and ruffled your hair.

“Mi amor.” He came out of the ring and kissed you. “Nestor’s getting slow or I’m getting good? I don’t know if I should be insulted or proud.”

“How was your day,” you ignored his comment and changed the subject. Miguel smirked at you, knowing you were avoiding the subject of his fighting capabilities. “Actually good, Agro project moving on and the other world is quiet.”

Miguel kept talking, but you weren’t listening. You would give the mandatory ‘mmhmm’ and look in his eyes for a bit, but your eyes always made it back to his dick. It really was a shame he wouldn’t wear the sweats more often. Or maybe it was a good thing, because nothing would get done if he did.

“Baby,” Miguel lifted your chin with two of his fingers. “My eyes are up here.”

“I know that.” You pulled away, feeling a bit of shame at being caught. “They’re just sweats. Nothing special. I don’t get why you get all hot and bothered.”

“Same reason you bend me over when I wear those green shorts,” you whispered in his ears as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “But they make your ass looks so delicious.”

“And these,” you gripped his dick, “makes you your dick look scrumptious. Makes me want to slurp it like an icee.”

“Mujer tonta (Silly woman), anyway how was your day?” You tried, you honestly did, but you couldn’t continue talking to your husband without looking at his crotch. Miguel was tired of it, so he decided to get your attention. He swung at you, knowing your reflexes were quick.

Blocking his punch with your forearm, you threw your own only for him to block it. “So that’s how its gonna be?” You kicked off your heels and threw off your suit jacket. “Si, let’s see if Nestor is getting slow or if I’m getting good.” Smiling you circled around Miguel, planning your attack. “I’m putting my money on Nestor getting slow.”

Your tactic, wait Miguel out. Being weaker than Miguel meant that you had to use his body as leverage. “Come on, Miguelito. Show me those killer moves,” you taunted him.

At first, Miguel got a couple of licks in. He was definitely getting better, but you wouldn’t let him know that. Spinning your leg around, you went to kick him, but Miguel caught it. “Really, honey? You go for that every time.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” Using your free leg, you swiped Miguel’s leg from under causing him to fall on the mat. Quickly, you got on top of him. “Pinned ya again,” you smiled down at him.

Miguel couldn’t be mad that you bested him, because the view he got was breathtaking. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” He stroked your cheek. “Hmmm, I believe you told me when I was on my lunch break.”

“That was too long ago, so I’m gonna tell you again. The moon, the stars, the universe couldn’t contain my love for you.” Leave it to Miguel Galindo, ruthless businessman and cartel boss to make you all soft and gooey inside. “I love you too, Senor Galindo, but if you wanted pussy all you had to do was ask.”

Miguel laughed as he pulled you down to kiss him. The kiss started off innocently, but as it went on it gained heat and you began grinding on Miguel. His hands went for the buttons of your blouse, but than Nestor ran in. “Nestor no!” You pointed at the man to leave and take whatever bad news with him.

“Sorry, Y/N/N. Mikey, it’s an emergency.” Nestor informed Miguel and then left, not wanting to see anything explicit between you two.

Pushing Miguel’s shoulder, you picked up your discarded shoes and jacket. “You just had to jinx it.”

“What?” He asked, somewhat jogging to the room so he could shower quickly. “Earlier you said there was no problems in the other world and now look there’s a problem.”

Miguel pulled you by the hips and smirked down at you. “So, you were listening?”

“Of course, I was listening. I can multitask. Now shower so you can leave and come home faster.” Miguel followed your orders and promptly left the house, making you promise not to stay up for him.

Boredom struck. The boys were helping out with Miguel, so you couldn’t go to the clubhouse and hang with them. You already visited Felipe, so you didn’t want to bother him. Your girl friends all had their own boos to snuggle up to and you weren’t in the mood for tv. What you were in the mood for though was teasing.

Typically, you wouldn’t tease Miguel when he had a work emergency, but your body was still revved up from early. A little teasing wouldn’t hurt. Quickly you shed your frumpy clothes and put on the green booty shorts Miguel loved, a white lacy bra, and halfway zipped hoodie. Standing in your full body mirror, you took a couple of photos until you were satisfied with them.

Sifting through the photos, you finally choose the winner and sent it to Miguel. He responded quicker than you expected him to.

Miguelito: What is wrong with you? I’m working!

You: I just wanted to show you what you have waiting for you at home. It was a onetime thing.

Miguelito: Well, now I’m unsuccessfully hiding a hardon from your friends.

When Miguel told you that you switched to the group chat and threatened your friends.

You: Leave my husband alone or you can’t come over for Sunday dinner.

Coco: My bad!

Angel: Damn that’s cold!

Gilly: Angel started it!

Angel: Snitch!

You: Children. I’m friends with children.

You left the men alone, knowing they had work to do.

That text held you over for a couple of hours, but boredom hit you once again. One more picture couldn’t hurt, and it would be less harmless. Taking a lollipop out of the candy dish, you unwrapped it and placed it in your mouth suggestively, taking selfies of the lower half of your face.

You: Last one, I promise.

Miguelito: You don’t know how to fucking listen. Wait til I get home.

Hoe well, you thought and didn’t bother to respond.

Soon, you found entertainment elsewhere making time fly by. You were sitting on the island swinging your legs while eating cookies and cream ice cream when Miguel finally came home. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up?”

“Yup,” you emphasized the ‘p’, licking your spoon clean. “But when do I ever listen?”

“True,” Miguel took the spoonful of ice cream and put in his mouth. “Hey, that’s mines!” The thief didn’t care. He kept on eating your ice cream like it was his.

Enough was enough. Grabbing one of the kitchen knives you swiped at Miguel, but he dodged it. “You sure you want to do this, sweetheart?” Miguel grabbed a knife of his own and twirled it around. “Yeah, we both know you’ll end up on your back with me pinning you again.”

“You’re too cocky, mi amor.” Miguel swiped at you and your knives clashed. The two of you fought throughout the kitchen. If you weren’t busy protecting yourself, you would’ve admired your man, but right now he was the enemy and you had to kick to his ass.

Miguel was gaining on you. You didn’t expect him to have this kind of energy after the day he had. He should’ve been more tired than this. Maybe he is actually getting better.

Using a random kitchen towel, you tried to twist the knife out of Miguel’s hand, but he must’ve been hitting the weights because his arm wouldn’t budge.  With his other hand he twisted your arm, taking your knife and holding in under your hair in the back while his is at your throat.

For awhile both of you stood there, staring at each other. Miguel with smugness and victory and you with shock and lust. “You should’ve known better, mi amor. Knives aren’t your strongest suit, you should’ve stuck to guns.”

“I guess you are getting better.”

The knife Miguel had to your throat was lightly trailing your skin. Your breath quickened as the metal went down to your clavicle and to your chest. Miguel cut through your bra, shorts, and underwear. “Hey!”

“Shut up,” Miguel backed you into the counter. “I’ll buy you more.” He dropped both knives and caressed your body with his hands instead. “So beautiful,” he stroked the edge of your hair with his pinky. “My little wild child of a wife. What am I gonna do with you?”

Pulling the collar of his shirt, you bent Miguel down to kiss you. “Whatever you want, my dear husband.”

“Whatever?” He raised his eyebrows at you and backed away to the refrigerator. “Whatever.” You leaned back and spread your legs wide open to expose your dripping folds.

Miguel took an ice cube and crunched it in his mouth. His cold kiss on your shoulder caused you to hiss at the beautiful sting it caused on your body. “I really should punish you for those pictures earlier, but I got this beautiful body in front of me and now I want you crying from my cock. Do you want that, baby?” Miguel tugged on your bottom lip while he scissored two fingers inside of you.

“God, yes,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “Look at you,” He drew out his fingers from you, your stick essence clinging them together. “So needy and desperate because some of goddamn sweatpants. You’re my little slut, huh?”

“Yes, Miguel.”

“Uh huh,” he seized up your neck. “Wrong name.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Better,” he harshly grabbed you by the neck and kissed you. Eager to get things moving along, you started unbuckling Miguel’s belt and pushing down his slacks.

“Clam down.” Miguel ordered you when you groaned when he had to stop kissing you to take off his shirt. “Can’t even stop touching you without you having a damn fit.”

Kissing along his neck, you dug your fingers in his hair. “I can’t help it, daddy. I’m your little slut.”

“Damn right,” Miguel growled, slamming into you.  “So, fucking tight. You were made for me.” Miguel was fucking you just like he was fighting with you earlier. Sharp, precise, and fast. This time he was hitting his target, making sure you felt every little thing.

“Daddy, please,” the tears were running down your face. It was too much too fast. “Daddy please what?” Miguel mocked you, leaning his forehead against yours. “Its getting too much for you?” He led you into a false sense of security, because in your drunk state you thought you could push him away. Miguel took your offending hand and twisted it behind your back. “See, that’s not what you’re gonna do. You’re not gonna run from this dick after you were acting like a damn fiend today.”

“But daddy,” you tried to kiss Miguel, but he pulled away and darkly chuckled at you. “That’s not nice, daddy.” You pouted, disappointed that Miguel denied you a kiss.

“It wasn’t nice when you doubted daddy’s fighting skills today. It wasn’t nice when you sent those pictures knowing I had a work emergency.” Once again, Miguel wrapped his hand around your throat but with much more pressure. “Actually,” he whispered in your ear like you two weren’t in the comfort of your home. “I’m quite merciful,” he slowed down significantly, making you feel the drag of his dick and miss it when he pulls out all the way. “I’m allowing you the pleasure on my cock, but I need one thing from you.”

“Wha- wh- wha- what is that?” You stumbled over the words, ready to do whatever your man says.

“Beg.” He enunciated perfectly, still keeping up with his slow pace. The thought to say no crossed your mind. Oh, how you loved to but the need to cum was overwhelming and you could always act up later and lure him into thinking you were going to be compliant for the night. This was just the first of many rounds for the night. “Daddy, pretty please let me cum on your beautiful cock.”

“There’s my good girl.” Miguel smiled and kissed you as he pulled you closer to drill into you. His name left your mouth repeatedly like a fervent prayer.

“Keep squeezing me just like that.” He panted in your ear, grabbing a handful of ass.

“Fuck. Fill me up, let me make you a real daddy.” Miguel came to a complete stop. “You’re serious?”

Cupping his face, you gave him a million little kisses. “Yes. I wanna make my daddy a daddy.” Expanding your family has been weighing on your mind heavily lately. Baby fever was getting to you and you couldn’t wait anymore to have some with Miguel.

Miguel snapped his hips into yours, resuming his brutal pace. “You’re gonna look exquisite with carrying my babies.” He whispered softly, contradicting from how hard he was fucking you. “You’re not working though.” He added, knowing you were just as much as a workaholic as he was.

“Debatable.” You weren’t about to get into this argument with Miguel while he was balls deep in you and you weren’t even pregnant yet.

“You can never just agree with me, can you?” Miguel didn’t give you a chance to answer, he just went harder of that was even possible. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll fuck it out of you tonight.”

You couldn’t do much, but you managed to roll your eyes. Good luck with that, you thought.

Miguel bit into your shoulder. “A fucking brat until the end.” He pummeled into you, triggering your release and his.

Both of you stood or rather Miguel stood there with you wrapped around him, covered in sweat. Kissing the spot where he bit you, he asked, “You were serious right? That wasn’t just heat of the moment dirty talk?”

“Yeah I’m ready to start a family…well only if you are.” You quickly added, suddenly nervous that Miguel changed his stance on kids. “Of course, I am,” he smacked your ass. “I get to tame your wild ass down.”

“Never! Imma have a mini-me and we’re gonna run you ragged,” you cackled, thinking of all the ways of you and your future child will terrorize Miguel.

“Typical.” Miguel shook his head as he walked the both of you to the bedroom. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Let me slurp you like an icee?” You bat your eyelashes at him. The corner of his mouth ticked before he rolled his tongue around. “Yeah something like that.”

Welp, looks like you were about to get that punishment.

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[garlicdontwork]

Watch The Night Go Up In Smoke (Chapter 1)

Paul(The Lost Boys) x Frog! Reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: mention of blood, dead mom

(Y/N) Frog was always deemed “the weird kid” out of all their friends. Not because of anything they ever did. No, it all started with their seventh birthday party, before Christy Frog had tragically passed away.

Just as the candles were being blown out, (Y/N)’s father and uncle, Edgar and Alan Frog, stomped through the door holding stake guns and dripping blood all over the freshly cleaned rugs. All of (Y/N)’s seven-year-old friends obviously screamed in absolute terror as their parents were all flabbergasted and disgusted at the sight before them. Each of the children along with their parents were quickly ushered out of the house with a rushed apology as well as the barely believable explanation that Edgar and Alan had just returned from a hunting trip and forgot they were coming home to a child’s party.

Things obviously worsened after Christy, the wife of Edgar Frog and mother of (Y/N), fell sick. (Y/N) almost never left the house and their mother’s side during this time and lost almost all their friends turning into a recluse. They were only 13 when she passed away peacefully in her sleep. Christy was the more level-headed between her and her husband, never letting his profession stop (Y/N) from living a normal life. Edgar, crippled by the passing of his true love, held on tightly to his only child and the only direct link to his deceased wife he had left. He was strict but it was to protect them. He had to know who was in their friend group and where they were at all times. However, his most strict rule was that (Y/N) was never allowed out past dark.

As (Y/N) entered high school, this obviously made whatever remnants of a social life they had left crumble completely. With a weird father and uncle who didn’t understand social cues, a dead mother, and now a completely unreasonable curfew, (Y/N) was a total social outcast, and hanging out with them would almost instantly be the death of any chance of popularity.

This, however, did not affect (Y/N)’s best friend since diapers, Mikayla Emerson. She was the daughter of Edgar Frog’s lifelong friend, Sam Emerson.

They were complete polar opposites. While (Y/N) was forcefully made into an introvert by the tragedy that is having the Frog name, Mikayla was a bubbly, sweet, and sociable teenager. (Y/N)’s father always told them that she was a spitting image of her father from when they first met. Nobody really understood why the two of them were so close and worked so well together but nobody dared to question it.

If you were caught talking shit about Mikayla’s cousin and it got back to her, then you could consider your high school social life flushed down the toilet. Despite the fact that (Y/N) was best friends and practically family with one of the most popular girls at school, it granted them no entry to any sort of clique.

While Mikayla could never save (Y/N)’s social life at school she would be damned if she couldn’t at least get them a social life in public. They were both 18 and finishing up their senior year, in just a few months, nothing from school would matter anymore. They’d be two adults in the real world, no longer held back by embarrassing birthday parties, or dead moms, or weird dads and uncles. Two new faces. Mikayla, while a total sweetheart and the apple of her father’s eye was a rebel at heart and knew that Edgar Frog’s restrictions that he set on his kid were stupid. There was a party on the beach this Friday night and she was going to help (Y/N) sneak out and finally see how wonderful the world is and just how magical the Santa Carla boardwalk can be at night.

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Friday night had finally arrived, and the only way (Y/N) could describe how they felt was nervous. Sneaking out was totally risky and completely out of character for them but their cousin had insisted that they go to “Blast on the Beach.” It was an annual event and anybody who was anybody would be at this party, not just high-schoolers. This could be (Y/N)’s chance to finally branch out and meet people who didn’t think of them as some sort of hermit with the father who walked into a child’s birthday party covered in blood.

After dinner, (Y/N) had excused themself telling their father that they were feeling a bit under the weather and worn down from the past week and that they were heading to bed early. (Y/N) thankfully lived in a single-story home with their father so there’d be no climbing needed for when their cousin showed up to sneak them out.

(Y/N) paced around their room waiting 15 minutes before they heard a light tapping on their window. Mikayla stood outside with a smile that stretched a mile wide across her face. She was sure her cousin was going to back out at the last minute but there they were, impatiently awaiting her arrival already dressed for the party.

(Y/N) had opened the window slowly, making as little noise as possible before looking around their room once more, “I should probably bring a jacket right?” they asked their cousin.

Mikayla quickly nodded before motioning to the door of (Y/N)’s bedroom, “Don’t forget to turn off the light and lock the door so it looks like you’re asleep and don’t wanna be bothered.”

(Y/N) quietly rushed and did as their cousin told them to before grabbing their leather jacket off their desk chair and silently maneuvering their way out the bedroom window.

They landed on the dirt outside with a muted thud as their boots hit the ground. (Y/N) readjusted their jacket, checking for any tears. This jacket was very important to the teenager, (Y/N) had found it when they were raiding their Uncle Mikey’s closet with Mikayla. It was a very popular pastime of theirs when they were just entering high school and wanted to look cool. Mikayla mainly stole a few pieces from their Aunt Star’s wardrobe but (Y/N) was inexplicably drawn to this jacket.

They had never seen Mikey ever wear it so they figured he wouldn’t put up much of a fight when they asked for it. (Y/N) remembered how apprehensive their uncle seemed when they had first held it up to ask to keep it. For something he almost never used, he was pretty reluctant to let it go. Their Aunt Star finally convinced him to give it to the teen telling him that it was okay to let go of the past. It seemed rather deep considering it was just a jacket that didn’t seem to hold much importance but (Y/N) chose not to dwell on it for too long.

Mikayla, obviously not a stranger to sneaking out for a night of fun had everything planned to a T. She had parked a few blocks away from the Frog household to not raise any alarms. The two 18-year-olds hopped into her jeep and raced off to the boardwalk. As they arrived they saw that the parking lot was incredibly crowded but she managed to find a parking spot next to four gorgeous motorcycles. Mikayla and (Y/N) climbed out of the vehicle and made their way to the beach where a giant bonfire was roaring away as teenagers and 20-somethings raged around it already completely wasted and ready to have the best night of their lives.

>Next Chapter<

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[ibroughtyoumybullets]

I was wondering if you could post all the results? If not thats cool I just like reading all the other results too esp if they seem written well

sure! pasting them under a cut bc i feel like im clogging peoples dashes today

gerard-coded gerard-girl

ok gerard kinnie. hows that martyr complex working out for you? im sure youre a lot of fun but have you considered listening instead of talking at least every ONCE in a while? sexy tho.

gerard-coded mikey-girl

this is an interesting one. arguably you share this with gerard himself. you can take a little weight off your shoulders and allow yourself to just like ... chill, you know? and i mean chill - not hide away from the world or spend time with people while staring into the distance and never interacting. youre super funny and interesting, and once you start talking about something you care about, youre impossible to shut up - but everybody is so endeared by your passion that nobody wants you to be quiet anyhow.

gerard-coded ray-girl

JESUS CHRIST youre a hard worker. a little bit off your rocker, which you know and are a little bit unnerved by - but you have drive. not only do you have drive, you have the tools to make it happen. i promise. everything you find yourself coveting in other people is inside you. you just gotta let it shine through.

gerard-coded frank-girl

(lol you got frera[GUNSHOT]) anyhow. youre a FORCE of nature. you have a vision and youre gonna make it happen - whether its through careful planning or just through luck and dedication. youre funny, charming as hell whether you know it or not, and an absolute sweetheart. maybe stop worrying about divine timing and the microscopic details of life and go live instead. its okay. you can.

mikey-coded mikey-girl

lmao okay mikey kinnie. im begging you to express an opinion that is solely your own ONCE. you seem like you would be fun to hang out with at a party, even if its just so i can talk your ear off while we smoke outside. maybe eat a vegetable.

mikey-coded gerard-girl

rguably this is the result mikey would get. you like to lay low, just outside of the spotlight. but the spotlight belongs to you too. seriously, it does. you dont have to wait for somebody to give you the opportunity you want - whether its because youre scared to take it for yourself, or know it would be easier. go and get it. its waiting. people love you because you are whip smart and kind as fuck, but you dont take an prisoners.

mikey-coded ray-girl

stop people watching and pay attention to me, first of all. you dont need to have a carefully formulated plan of action to move through this world - you can just move through it. its waiting for you to move through it. whatever it is youre biding your time about - stop it and start moving. i dont care if its not perfect yet, and i dont care that you want it to be perfect. nothing is perfect. just dive in, its good for you. youre too clever for your own good, and love people fiercely.

mikey-coded frank-girl

we should be friends. youre like the puppy dog frat-dude whos the only person in sigma-gamma-apple-pi who is actually nice and good to spend time with. you got a lot going on under the surface that you dont always choose to share with other people - especially not people who you dont consider close friends or family. but that well of emotion and thought has to go somewhere. youre earnest, clever, and protective of your inner circle, and you love with your whole heart.

ray-coded ray-girl

lmao ray kinnie. unclench. please. just take a deep breath and stop trying to control the very fabric of reality. and give yourself a fucking BREAK. you are, however, a sweetheart and definitely have a super pleasant and grounding energy.

ray-coded gerard-girl

tell me youre scared to express yourself without telling me youre scared to express yourself. you think youre not good enough to do what it is you want to do so youre waiting for somebody else to do it for you, or for it to fall in your lap. stop it. you are capable of doing any and everything that you want. everybody is rooting for you, because you are a delight to be around. naturally, i mean. whatever face you feel like you gotta put on for people is unnecessary. who you are at your core is lovely and loveable in its purest form. stop hiding.

ray-coded mikey-girl

youre kind of an enigma. you know that though, its on purpose. but the mask isnt necessary. go be your fucking self and take what you want. its all within your grasp. your cool exterior is trying to hide a big, big heart - and honestly, its not doing a great job. everybody can see how much passion you have, how much you want the things you want, and thats not a bad thing. go kick ass.

ray-coded frank-girl

you wanna hang out? youre the last resort parent-friend. like sure, you'll step up to the plate and make sure everybody is doing good and taking care of themselves when the actual parent-friend needs a break, but most of the time you wanna go buck wild with everybody else. and you should let yourself. youre enamoured with people who live with their heart on their sleeve, and dont try to make sure everything is perfect and beyond critique. unclench and let yourself live a little. you deserve it.

frank-coded frank-girl

lmao frank kinnie. bro take it from one frank-coded frank-girl to another ... its not that deep, and WE'RE not that deep. you arent like. inherently evil or somebody who breaks everything they touch or whatever. feel your emotions like a normal person and then move on. you are however SUPER fun to be around and always down to clown, and you care a lot, and the people around you know and appreciate that.

frank-coded gerard-girl

(lol you got frera[GUNSHOT]) anyhow. whats it like being the sexiest bitch in the room and always knowing it? you are so smart, so talented, and everybody you come across thinks youre bees motherfucking knees. dont get all bashful on me. its true. but you gotta stop expecting the worst, and trying to plan around it. the world isnt holding a knife to your back, waiting to strike. it wants the best for you. take a deep breath and go get what you want. you are MORE than capable of it.

frank-coded mikey-girl

you try to keep everything moving smoothly, but you know when you have to intervene. you are so so loving, smart, and talented (YES, YOU ARE TALENTED - ACCEPT IT) even if you wish you could keep your emotions a little more underwraps. thats not necessary. you have a big old heart and you gotta accept that. stop wishing for shit and go get it. its there for you.

frank-coded ray-girl

breathe. right now. five seconds in, hold for four, out for seven. okay good. now listen: YOURE GOOD ENOUGH FOR WHATEVER IT IS YOU WANT TO DO. you got all these feelings that you try to channel solely into work, and im telling you that sometimes you can just let them be, or better yet, express them with your words to another person and then move on. you want to be the best version of yourself - but you already are. life isnt a game you gotta keep leveling up in. youre smart as fuck, talented as fuck, and a big big softie. own that.

im SO sorry if this doesnt cut correctly this is so long

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[itisannak]

Have your cake and eat it too (Michael Clifford Fluff)

Summary: It is (Y/N)'s birthday, and Michael has a surprise for her. (Words: 2.1k) (Request)

The clock barely strikes midnight before my phone rings, making Michael's contact pop up on my screen. Knowing Michael, I would be lying if I said I was not expecting this. I accept the call, bringing the phone to face level so I can look at him, even through a screen. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear (Y/N), happy birthday to youuuuu..." Michael sings, excitement written all over his face. I can't help but giggle as he sings, my heart fluttering as I look at his cute face. "And I thought you had forgotten about my birthday." I tease him, making Michael roll his eyes. "Thank you, my love. You know you didn't have to stay up to call me, right? It would be just as sweet if you called me in the morning. What time is it over there, anyway?" I ask and he huffs. "Late. But don't worry about it. Tell me, what are your plans for your birthday, baby?" He asks me as I relax back on my bed. I shrug my shoulders, pouting a little as I think of it. "Well, I don't really have any plans..." I reply and he knits his eyebrows together. "Why so? It's your birthday, you should treat yourself." He almost coos at me, his eyes piercing into me. "I have an early class tomorrow and then I need to study for the exams. But Sierra promised to take me out for dinner, so yeah, I have some plans for my birthday." I reply and he chuckles. "I wish I was there, angel. I wish I was there to spend the day with you. I am so sorry I have to be away on your birthday." He looks too apologetic, making my heart ache for how hurt he looks. "Don't be, baby. We will have so much fun when you get back. We will celebrate my birthday then, I promise." "It won't be the same." He sighs and I coo. "It will, baby. You don't have to worry about it. What you are doing right now is more important than my birthday." I smile at him, but I feel my stomach drop at the thought of my insignificance in Michael's world. "I... I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, ok angel?" He asks and I nod. "Ok, baby. Sweet dreams, I love you." I sing and he chuckles. "I love you too. Happy birthday, darling." He repeats, blowing me a kiss before he hangs up.

I didn't even want to get off the bed in the morning, my heart desiring to stay in and bury my body in between the covers. Since I can't have my boyfriend to cuddle with, the only affection I get is from my weighted blanket, which roughly resembles the weight of Michael when he crushed me underneath him in a bear hug. Fuck, I am getting sad and sappy, and right now, I don't have time to even do that.

The bell rings, snapping me out of staring myself in the mirror absentmindedly. I leave the toothbrush by the sink and spit out my toothpaste before I walk to the door to see who is behind it. "Happy Birthday, angel." Kaitlin cheers as I open the door. She is smiling from ear to ear and holding a paper base with 2 coffees, which for now look like the most precious thing on earth. "Thank you so much... Come on in." I invite her, moving from the door. "I thought you were on tour with the guys..." I state as she hugs me and presses a kiss on top of my head. "I was. I came back yesterday, with something very special for you, from a special boy." She winks at me, placing the cups on my table. "Babe, thank you so much for everything... But I have a class in like an hour and I can't stay and hang out with you." I apologize and she smiles. "I know. Michael told me last night. I just wanted to bring you some coffee and your gift, because, in all honesty, Michael would kill me if I didn't. But, I talked with Sierra and we have plans for tonight, just us girls." She snickers and I hum. "Ok, then." I clap my hands together as she reaches in her bag for my present. "Michael told me to be extra careful with it, said it is precious..." She hands me the box. It is plain white, with a ribbon and bow in my favorite color. I run my fingers over it before I undo it and raise the lid, uncovering some tissue paper protecting what's inside. I dig into it, revealing a beautiful book, with a black glossy cover and gold letters spelling 'Prettiest Angel on Earth'. I squint my eyes, looking at Kaitlin who seems to be as ignorant of what is inside.

I take the book out and open it, finding a picture of me inside; this must date back to our first couple of dates, and fuck me if I knew he was taking pictures of me back then. Underneath the picture, scribbled in his handwriting, there are the words 'When my life began'. I smile as I scan over it, moving to the next page, my eyes landing on a picture of me sitting on his lap, curled up against him, sitting on a couch of a backstage room on some city in the world. 'The world in my arms.' is written underneath the picture, which makes my heart drop to my stomach. "Fuck, I really don't want to go to the lecture crying..." I sniffle, trying to hold back. Kaitlin, who has been looking over my shoulder, coos as she hugs me. "Yeah, I am about to bawl my eyes out too. Who would have thought he could be such a sweetheart..." She asks and I chuckle. "I knew he was, but this is above and beyond any other romantic move he has ever done." I mutter and she hums. "Well, you deserve it, darling. Come on, you'll see the rest later. Let's get you to class, I am driving." She suggests, patting my back softly. I hesitantly leave the box on the bed, before she hands me my coffee and I take a sip. "I need five minutes to get ready. Make yourself comfortable." I suggest, wiping away the few tears that are brimming in my eyes. "I will, darling. Take your time." She smiles before I walk back into the bathroom.

The drive to my class is short, but I made Kaitlin tell me everything about the days she spent with the guys. I felt a warmth in my gut as she told me all the things Michael did on tour, the little tiny details of his day to day life while he is away from me. "I will be seeing you tonight, darling. Have fun in class and then pamper yourself, you deserve it." Kaitlin tells me as she pulls over in front of the campus. "Are you sure you don't want to have a night in? Like, have a pamper fest, movies, pizza, maybe some sushi?" I practically plead for her to accept but she shakes her head no. "I am picking you up at 8:30. Be ready. Now go." She commands, opening the door for me.

I barely made it through the lecture and my study group; all I wanted was to get home and savor the photo album Michael made for me. Maybe I am not that insignificant in his world. I decided to just follow KayKay's orders and pamper myself a little. I showered and did my hair really pretty in a messy bun, put on my makeup and a red lip to fix my mood, and then slip into a nice slip dress, knowing that we will go to the fancy restaurant I like.

Kaitlin stayed true to her word and came over to pick me up at 8:30 sharp. "When I told you to pamper yourself, I didn't mean make yourself a walking goddess... Holy fuck, girl." Kay says as I enter the car, making me smile. "Shut up, I am blushing. Where is Sierra?" I ask as she picks up her phone and types something. "She is waiting for us in the restaurant." She replies, leaving her phone and starting the car. "Great. I am so glad you dragged me out. I haven't been out in a while." I state and she chuckles. "Well, brace yourself, because we really have planned a full-blown night-out with Si..." She drives carefully, not turning to look at me.

Kaitlin walks to the little reception at the front, ordering me to stay back. She whispers something to the man, who smiles and nods before he motions us to follow him. He leads us upstairs to the roof garden, while I look at Kaitlin with knitted eyebrows. "Isn't this far too fancy for just a birthday dinner of 3?" I ask her and she shakes her head. The man opens the door for us, while Kaitlin turns to me with a smile. "Who told you it's just the 3 of us?" She asks, making me even more confused.

But as I enter the roof garden, I hear people cheering 'Happy Birthday' for me. I scan the space to see who is here, but once my eyes land on Michael, everything else goes blank. I run to him, squealing in excitement while he just smiles and opens his arms for me. "Happy birthday, baby." He whispers in my ear as he picks me up, spinning me around. "You are here..." I state as I hug him close once I am back on my feet. "I am." He replies like it is the most natural thing ever. "How are you here?" I ask, touching his face as I am trying to realize what is actually going on, that I am not in a dream. "Did you really think I would miss your birthday?" He asks me with a cocked eyebrow. "Yeah, kinda. You had more important things to attend to..." I reply and he chuckles. "Baby, you are way more important than anything else..." He assures me, tilting my chin up with his fingertips, staring down at me for a moment before he leans in to kiss me softly, causing everyone to erupt in cheers, which only make me blush. "Go ahead and say hi to everyone. I will be waiting here." He says, planting a kiss on my forehead. "You promise you will be here?" I ask and he sighs. "Yes, babe. I will be waiting right here for you. Go." He almost pushes me to leave. I walk hesitantly, turning to look at him every 5 seconds to make sure he is still there and all of this is not a figment of my imagination.

I go around, greeting my friends and the rest of the guys, who seem overly excited about this party. And I am too, but the party only gives me a tenth of the happiness that Michael's presence gives me. Before I could even talk with everyone present, I hear people singing the birthday song, making me turn around to find Sierra bringing the cake toward me. I become jittery as I wait for them to finish so I can blow my candles. "Make a wish." Sierra reminds me, while I look at the cake's design. My eyes stay glued on Mikey while I think of a wish to make, pursing my lips before I cast my wish. People cheer as I blow my candles, which causes an uproar and makes the DJ turn the music louder.

I finally greet everyone and return to Michael, smiling from ear to ear. "I assume that all of this was your idea..." I state, pointing around the space. "Most of it, yeah... Sierra had to make sure everything was as I wanted..." He replies, wrapping his arms around me, making me lean my head on his chest. "It is perfect, thank you. And your gift was just... Fuck, I don't know how to describe it... It was beautiful, my love." I state and he hums. "I am so glad you liked it." "I don't know what I did to deserve you." I pout, looking up to him. "Darling, I don't know what I did to deserve you. You truly are an angel, you deserve all this and far more." He replies, making my knees go weak. "How long are you staying?" I ask, placing my hands on his chest. "We are leaving tomorrow at 5 in the evening." He replies. "We have a couple of hours..." I smile and he hums softly. "I will be yours all of them. Completely yours." He replies with a smirk. "Good. Cause I need my cake..." I wing at him, earning a moan of approval from him. "You'll have your cake, princess. I promise that." He replies, lowering his hand to my ass, giving me a quick squeeze.

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Michael Clifford

Word Count: 1.8k

Requested: by @myfalsedevotion​

Ravenclaw Calum, Gryffindor Michael, helping someone who's feelings are hurt, and the Astronomy Tower or the owlry :3 

Trigger Warnings: strong language, bullying

A/N: You all know I love writing a bit of Angst about my boys! I hope you enjoy this, Vicky <3

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The wintery, late afternoon sunlight gave the owlery an especially sleepy feel as Calum bounded into the large, cavernous room. His cheeks were flushed from running and he almost slipped on the straw-covered floor in his haste to catch up with his boyfriend. “Michael…” He called, his voice betraying just how deeply concerned he was. “Please don’t freeze me out, sweetheart.”

A few of the birds ruffled their feathers angrily at the disruption that the arrival of the two fifth years had caused to their afternoon naps.

“Just leave me alone, Calum!” Michael sobbed, his voice echoing around the empty space as he leaned on the ledge of one of the glassless windows lining the lower level of the cylindrical stone walls. He was staring out across the school grounds, his Gryffindor robes billowing out around him in the cold draft sweeping through the building.

The Ravenclaw boy sighed sadly as he traipsed across floor. “I’m not leaving you, Mikey.” He stated stubbornly. “I need you to tell me what happened. Luke said that some Slytherin pricks upset you.”

Unfortunately, the values that used to be so prominent within Slytherin families during the wizarding wars, lingered on in some of their children and grandchildren. Sometimes, Calum wondered if those horrid ‘pure bloods are superior’ views would ever really die out. It made him immensely sad to think about, because some of his very favourite people at Hogwarts were muggle born or had at least one muggle parent. In fact, his very favourite person in the entire world was muggle born and he refused to let his precious Michael get bullied over such out-dated nonsense. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Michael sniffed, wrapping his arms around himself as if to protect himself from the chill or some other invisible discomfort as his shoulders slumped. “Please just let me be by myself for a bit, will you?”

Just as Calum stopped to consider his boyfriend’s request, his beautiful tawny owl, Greta, glided past him to perch on the stone ledge next to Michael. The Gryffindor boy stroked the bird gently with the back of his fingers. “Sending your owl to watch over me isn’t leaving me alone, Cal.” He sighed, although his fondness for the bird and her owner was undeniable.

“I didn’t tell her to fly over there.” Calum shrugged, cautiously taking a step closer to the slightly older boy. “She just loves you… She hates it when your sad.”

Calum had never really understood quite why Michael always came all the way up to the owlery when he was upset. The slightly older boy was utterly terrified of heights, yet he chose one of the tallest buildings in the castle grounds to seek refuge in. It was also quite a work out getting up all of the stairs, not that he’d ever consider that as a reason not to follow his boyfriend to what he clearly believed to be his safe place. No matter how strange that choice may appear to be.

A tiny watery chuckle escaped Michael as he wrapped his gold and burgundy Gryffindor scarf tighter around his neck. “She’s a good friend.” He admitted, “I don’t have that many of them.”

“You’ll always have me…” Calum smiled gently, continuing his slow and tentative steps towards his boyfriend.

Michael stubbornly kept his gaze fixed ahead, refusing to spare calum even the smallest glance. “I don’t know why you even want to be with me, Cal. I’m just a…”

“Hey.” Calum interrupted, knowing all-too-well that his boyfriend was likely about to say something disparaging about himself. “You’re perfect, sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?”

Finally turning to face the Ravenclaw, Michael wiped away the fresh tears that had started to fall from his pretty green eyes. “You’re the only one who thinks that, everyone else hates me because I’m a dork, or because I’m not into quidditch or because I’m your boyfriend or because I’m a ‘mudblood’” His voice trembled on the last word as he buried his face in his hands. 

Anger built up inside Calum much faster and hotter than ever before. “Who fucking called you that?” He asked, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “That’s disgusting, Mike, I’ll hex the fuckers into oblivion I swear…” His sentence trailed off as Michael’s renewed sobs cut through his furious rant. 

“I just want to leave!” The dramatic sentence bursting from the Gryffindor like a bolt from the blue. 

Calum froze, trying to process the weight of what his boyfriend had just said. Michael turned back to face the school grounds, tears still glistening on his flushed cheeks. The slightly younger boy took a moment to recover as he reached out to place a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You want to leave Hogwarts?” He asked thickly over the lump rising in his throat. 

Nodding silently, Michael started to absently pet Greta again, running the back of his fingers over the soft light brown feathers of the back. 

“Can we at least talk about how I might be able to help?” Calum tried, tentatively moving closer to his boyfriend so that he could wrap an arm around him. “You never talk to me when shit like this happens. You never talk to anyone”

Michael sniffed at the Ravenclaw’s words. “People already hate me, Calum. Getting you to stand up for me isn’t going to improve their opinions of me at all.”

Wrapping his arms fully around Michael’s waist and resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder, Calum sighed sadly. “But you’re such a talented wizard, Mike… You’re on course to get an ‘outstanding’ in every O.W.L exam you’re going to take. Very few people have managed that, sweetheart, your talents shouldn’t be wasted.”

Michael leaned back into Calum’s hold, still stroking Greta gently. “Maybe I could get transferred to a different school?”

“You could…” Calum frowned. “But then I’d have to come with you, because any school, even Hogwarts, would be completely shit without you.”

A tiny laugh escaped Michael as he twisted slightly to look at the Ravenclaw boy. “And people say I’m the clingy one?” 

Calum feigned offence at  the allegation that he was clingy but tightened his hold around Michael to keep as close as possible. “I just love being with you, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, “I’m terrible at herbology but it’s my favourite class because I get to be with you.”

Michael relaxed a little against the taller boy, allowing the ghost of a smile to curl his lips. “You’re not terrible at anything. You’re a perfect Ravenclaw, Cal; achieving high grades in every one of your classes, you’re the king of extracurricular activities, a celebrated seeker that’s tipped to be the next captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, you’re popular amongst all of your classmates and one of the most fancied boys in the whole school. No wonder people think you’re wasted on me.”

Gently turning Michael around to face him, Calum painted a determined expression on his face. “Don’t talk like that, Michael. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t even want to think what my life would be like without you in it.”

“Don’t I drag you down, though?” The Gryffindor asked, his voice quiet and a little nervous. “Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t have to run up here after me every time someone’s mean to me?”

“Fuck ‘easier’” Calum scoffed, stroking his thumbs over Michael’s shoulders in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. “The only thing I want is for you to come to me instead of the fucking owls when you’re upset.”

Michael’s bottom lip trembled slightly as he tried to hold back more tears. “But you don’t need my shit disrupting your life…”

“You’re not a disruption, Michael, you’re a fucking angle and if protecting you means that I have to miss wizarding chess club or spend a little less time on my charms homework, then I’ll happily make those sacrifices. You and your safety are way more important than any of that.”

Smiling a bit brighter, Michael curled into Calum’s chest, nestling his head beneath the taller boy’s chin. “I love you, Calum” He muttered. “I just wish I was a bit more like you.” Before Calum could voice his disapprovement, Greta let out an angry hoot of her own before clacking her beak irritably. Michael giggled into the Ravenclaw’s robes. “I don’t think Greta likes the idea of me being more like you. Are you sure she’s your owl?” 

“I think she hates the idea of you not being who you are.” Calum confirmed, stroking Michael’s hair tenderly. “You’re a pretty perfect version of yourself already”

Michael scoffed. “Not according to everyone else. Apparently I don’t belong here. ‘Mudbloods’ should be taught somewhere else, Hogwarts should only be for purebloods according to Hermivis Fotter and Bradley Grangman...”

“Those two trolls, need a fucking punch in their stupid faces!” Calum growled angrily. “I can’t believe they’d say that to you.”

“Really?” Michael questioned, a note of mild surprise in his tone. “They say shit like that every single day.”

Pulling back to look Michael in the eye, Calum searched his boyfriend’s face carefully. “Why don’t you talk to me, sweetheart? I could get those two off your back with one well-aimed pus-squirting hex. I’ve been dying to use that on someone, to be honest.”

Michael’s face softened as he chuckled quietly. “As much as I’d love to see that, the last thing I want is for you to get detention for the rest of the term. Who would I spend my afternoons trading Chocolate Frog cards with and eating Crystallised Pineapple with if you were stuck in a teacher’s office writing lines or cleaning potion bottles?”

Smirking slightly Calum placed a brief kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Does that mean you’re going to stay at Hogwarts? You’re not going to leave for some fancy new school in Europe or something?” He asked hopefully.

Michael nodded, a somewhat exasperated sigh escaping him. “I couldn’t leave you here to take over my title as the best gobstones player this school has ever seen, can I?”

The Ravenclaw kissed his boyfriend again, trying to pour very ounce of love he could into the small gesture. “That’s my baby.” He grinned, “I’ll go to your head of house with you to report Fotter and Grangman whenever you’re ready, yeah? Until then, I can kiss you until you care a lot less about what they say. Deal?”

Michael rolled his eyes fondly before pecking a kiss to the end of Calum’s nose and ruffling his jet-black curls. “You’ll use any excuse to kiss me…”

Calum nodded proudly, accepting that claim. “Can you blame me? You’re very kissable!”

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Raph pt 3 😊😈

soo.. this kinda got dark, then it got kinda smutty? sooooooooo, um. yeah. its not like full smut but like, ya gran would most def give me some looks and probably smack me. - zechie

tags: @hiei1300  @originalwriter03

“Sensi, i know that it is sudden, but please let her stay here for a bit. I truly care about her, i love her, and she was kicked out because of me!” raphs begging eyes looked down at the old rat. He sighed. “My son, it is not me who you should be begging  to, your brothers will feel betrayed for not knowing such an important detail of your life.  Regardless, yes, she may stay..however, i need to talk to her later..” Splinter then turned, motioning raph to leave. (get the fuck out of his room so he can get the rest her deserves) Raph sighed again, heading towards the living room. “Thank you master splinter.” as soon as the door shut behind him he turned to 3 faces in his. “What was that about?”

“who was that pretty girl you brought in?”

“why did you bring a crying girl in here?”

Leo whipped around looking at donnie and mikey. “What girl?!”

when they just stared at him, he turned back to raph, anger in his eyes.

“What girl?! What the hell raph!”

he poked at raph’s plastron “ you know we aren't supposed to bring anyone in here!”

Raph growled, shoving his hand away. “She had nowhere else to go,i was there, and i'm the reason she got kicked out of her house!”

“oh, and why were you in her house hm? Jesus raph, i know your lonely and all, but you can’t just go following random chicks-.”

that comment made raph snap. “You fuckin-”

before raph even finished his own sentence, he slammed leo into the back wall, donnie and mikey backing up with wide eyes.

“Ya know, i know i aint the best guy in the world, but you really think that lowly of me leo?”

he pushed his hands against leo “ She's my fucking girlfriend, of 7 months. Is that had to believe ?”

his voice raised higher and higher “ hm is that so fucking hard to believe that my angry, ugly ass could get a human to  like me, you really fucking think that i would follow some random ass girl home and what?”

Raph wanted to go further, scream at him even more, but he saw the guilt that was now in leo’s  eyes. He let go of leo and turned to mikey and donnie.

“She’s gonna be around here for a bit. She’s been through alot. Just. you'll meet her in the morning.”

he paused, and turned to leo. “And im not fucking  going on patrol tonight, so don't come ask.” he started towards his door, hoping and praying that you didn’t hear him screaming at his brother. As he got to it, he breathed out, trying to calm himself.

He knocked on the door slightly. “Babe?”

He opened the door stepped inside and shut it. His eyes went wide, and then looked you up and down, like a lion and its prey. His breath hitched, seeing that only his hoodie was on you. HIS hoodie, and nothing else, it reached a bit below your thighs.his shock turned to a devilish grin, every angry thought from before melted away. That's what you did to him, that's what you always did, you could oh so easily just make his problems disappear, you calmed him, you were like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of. “What’s this sweetheart?” he approached you, looking down at you with loving eyes you looked back up at him, a slight smirk on your lips, you knew what you were doing. “I don’t know, i just kinda saw it on the pile and was like, ya know what Raph would find really hot?”

you paused, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you did so his grin got wider. “Me, with nothing else, but underwear, and his hoodie on.”

His hands slowly drifted down from your back to your ass, squeezing slightly and chuckling when you scoffed at him.

“Jump baby.”

You did as told, he held you up by your legs as they wrapped around him, his lips instantly going to your in a rough needy kiss. He pushed you up against the wall, his tongue begging for entrance, you gladly allow him ,and he immediately gains dominance.

He pulls back slightly, lust prominent in his eyes. “Ya know just how to get me going doll.” he went towards your neck, immediately sucking, and biting. You knew he was gonna leave a mark.. Or few, depending on how far you let him take this. He would never force himself upon you, you two had never gone the full way, sure you had done some..sexual things, but not like full blown sex, you were scared of that, and he was scared of hurting you, along with the fact, of he doesn’t know if he could get you pregnant or not, and he most definitely does not want little raphaels and (y/n)s running as muck..not yet at least. His kisses drifted to your collarbone, and you let out a light moan, making him grin, and bite harder. He pulled away looking at the work he had done. “Perfect. Now everyone can see that your mine.” he gave you one last rough kiss, before laying you down in the bed. He quickly flipped the light switch before crawling back in with you. You curled into his side, as his arms wrapped protectively around you. “Nite Raphie.” you snuggled your head harder against his side. He chuckled. “Night baby.”

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ryden fic rec list

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

 ♡ = favorite

one shots:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

long fics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you may want to read Forever, Now before reading this fic for it to make more sense. it isn���t ryden, but the story will make more sense if you do. 54,593 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#bren #ryden #ryden fanfiction #ryden fic recs #ry #ryan ross #brendon urie

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Saved by Satan (Part Four of the Letters to Satan Series)

Soon, the Winchesters and their angels were in Lawrence, outside the building the other Michael had taken residence in. “This is a trap.” Our Michael tells Lucifer quietly. “This is too open. Too easy. He has to have a plan, or some trick.”

“I know, Brother. But he has my son.” Lucifer smirks at Michael. “Besides, weren’t we going to take him out together anyway?” Michael smiles back, a familiar glint appearing in the eyes of both as they hefted their weapons. On the side, the Winchesters mobilize with Castiel. Lucifer looks over at them. “When we get inside, get Jack and get him out of here. Let Michael and I take on Captain Dickhead.” Castiel nods back, and together, they storm the building, taking out a multitude of monsters on the way.

Inside the penthouse, Michael starts to drum his fingers. “Tick Tock. Jack, your family is running behind.” He says with a smirk. Jack struggles, now tied up and gagged in the corner. He was being a bit too obstinate for Michael’s taste. Jack glares, murmuring a string of curses through the gag. Michael sighs, going to pour himself another drink.

…

“He’s in there.” Michael nods towards the penthouse door. He and Lucifer line up on either side of the double doors, the Winchesters splitting up on either side. “On three! One. Two-”

“Three.” Lucifer says, judo-kicking the doors off the hinges. They all run inside to see the other Michael facing the door, drinking a glass of wine.

“About time. I was wondering if I made it too DIFFICULT for you all.” He sneers over the top of his glass. The other Michael smirks, slowly rising from his seat. “Now where, oh where, are the Winchesters?” He asks as the others move behind Lucifer. With a flick of his fingers, Castiel and Sam are thrown back into the wall, while Dean is dragged forward to his feet. “There you are.” He smiles down at Dean, who angrily spits at him.

Lucifer turns to see his precious son tied up and gagged, and is instantly filled with rage. “It’s okay, Sweetheart. Daddy’s going to take care of him.” Lucifer pulls the gag out of his mouth and slits the rope with his grace, ushering his son towards a recovering Castiel and Sam outside. “Go with them. You’ll be safe.”

“Dad, no!” Jack cries, latching onto Lucifer’s shirt. “It’s a trap!” Lucifer turns to see Michael touching Dean’s forehead, gasping as he reenters Dean’s body. The old vessel of the other Michael collapses, empty. Dean rises and turns slowly, his eyes flashing blue.

“Now, this is a lot better.” The other Michael says, rolling Dean’s shoulders. “Thank you for returning this meat suit. Now, are we going to do the same song and dance as last time?” He asks with a sneer. Lucifer moves to stand in front of Jack protectively.

“Go, Son. I’ll rejoin you momentarily.” Lucifer promises, but Jack shakes his head.

“No! Please don’t hurt him, Dad! If you kill Michael like this, you’ll kill Dean too!” Jack whines pitifully, hands latching onto the back on Lucifer’s shirt.

“We might not have a choice, kiddo.” Lucifer tell him sadly, glancing over at his Michael as he moves to stand beside him, nodding. Together, the two archangels stare down the other Michael, who laughs.

“You couldn’t hurt this pretty face! No matter how hard you try!” Other Michael says with a laugh. Sam and Castiel recover, grabbing Jack and pulling him away from Lucifer.

“Dad!” Jack cries, but Lucifer just gives him a sad smile.

“I’ll see you soon, Squirt. Go with them.” Lucifer says, squaring up for a fight.

…

“Let me go! I need to go back!” Jack fusses, trying to pull away from a frustrated Castiel. “I need to help Dean and kill Michael!” He tries to fight, but can’t do much without his full strength. Sam and Castiel get him into the backseat of the Impala, Castiel sliding in with him to keep him inside. Sam hurriedly gets into the front and starts the car, trying to ignore his apprehension over leaving Dean’s fate in the hands of two former enemies.

“Jack!” Castiel snaps in frustration. “There isn’t anything you can do! You don’t have all of your power back yet. The best we can do is regroup and find our own way to rescue Dean. Like we always do.” Jack huffs, but doesn’t talk anymore. Small tears run down his face as he tries to think of a way to get away from Sam and Castiel.

Sam glances back in the rearview mirror from time to time, checking on Jack. “I’m sorry, Jack. But we can’t let you go toe-to-toe with Michael yet. Not until you’re stronger.” He says, trying to think of a way to distract the kid. “Hey, I bet you’re hungry. We can stop and get some burgers in the next town.” He offers, but Jack turns his nose up, sniffling.

…

“Great. How are we going to explain this?” Michael asks, groaning as he recovers. The other Michael had handed them both their asses on a platter. It seemed he had supercharged his grace somehow. He goes over and helps Lucifer up. “We should have been able to take him. What’s wrong with us? I know I’m a little rusty, and you’re still running on half a tank. He still shouldn’t have beat us this badly.”

“I don’t know. I do know he’s not going to stop, and he isn’t dead yet. We still have a job to do.” Lucifer grumbles, glancing around. The Other Michael had left suddenly, hesitating just before he delivered killing blows. “What bothers me is that he let us go. Why didn’t he kill us when he had the chance?” Lucifer kicks some rubble left over from the fight nearby, growling.

Michael pauses, thinking. “Because he’s saving his strength for something else. Why waste time with us when there’s a bigger fish to fry? Someone he holds a grudge against?” Lucifer pauses, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Michael rolls his eyes. “Father, you dumbass. He wants to challenge Father and find out why he abandoned me…I mean, him. It’s probably why he is after Jack. He doesn’t have enough juice yet, and regular archangel grace isn’t going to cut it.”

Lucifer’s eyes widen. He couldn’t let his son have his grace stolen again. He had nearly died last time! “We need to move Jack somewhere safer. The bunker isn’t safe enough, and that bastard knows how to get to him there.” Lucifer growls, mind whirling.

Michael gives him a soft smile. “Don’t worry. I’m already two steps ahead. We just need to add the finishing touches.” He extends a hand to Lucifer, who stares at in blankly. “Trust me.” Michael whispers, and Lucifer slowly nods, taking his hand. The two disappear from the mostly destroyed building.

…

“Eat something. Please.” Castiel begs. The untouched cheeseburger sits in front of Jack. The Nephilim glares at Castiel and Sam obstinately, refusing to speak. “Jack, if you don’t eat, you won’t regain your strength. And you won’t be able to fight. Is that what you want?” Castiel reprimands, half-tempted to shove the food into his mouth.

“Cas, give it a rest.” Sam sighs from behind his laptop screen. “He’ll eat when he gets hungry enough, and we need to be planning our next move. Michael and Lucifer haven’t returned yet, which means something went wrong. We need to be preparing to take on the other Michael.” Sam and Castiel continue to talk as Jack glances around the burger joint.

Jack was worried about his daddy and Uncle Mikey. They should have been here by now. He was also worried about Dean. How long could he survive the Other Michael, trapped with him in his own head? Absently, he starts to eat slowly. Castiel was right about one thing. He needed to be strong again if he was going to help. Castiel and Sam briefly notice him starting to eat, but don’t say anything in fear he would stop.

“Hey kiddo! You need more to eat than that! Especially if you’re going to get your strength back.” Lucifer says, grinning as he and Michael appear next to their table. Jack’s eyes go wide, and he jumps up, throwing his arms around Lucifer. The archangel freezes, not having expected any hugs so soon. At least not in front of everyone. “Hello to you too, Squirt.” He says softly, stroking the back of the Nephilim’s head.

“Dad! What happened!” Jack asks, looking up into Lucifer’s eyes after a few moments. “And what took you so long? And is Dean okay?” He asks, his eyes full of faith that his father had fixed everything. Dean had to be okay. Lucifer shifts nervously.

“Dean is fine.” Michael answers, snorting. He was a little miffed he hadn’t gotten a hug from the kid yet. “The other me beat us up and left. He’s saving strength. I think he’s saving up strength to go after Father.” He says, eyes flicking over to meet Castiel’s eyes. The two angels greet each other silently.

“What? But he can’t kill God! Can he?” Sam pipes up, his brow furrowed. “And why would he want to kill him anyway? Why not ask God to come back and fix his universe?”

“Because it’s not what he wants. He doesn’t want God to fix the world. He wants to break it, and break the rest of God’s creations. Anything he values over us.” Michael says softly, wringing his fingers. “To get even for being abandoned. The Other Michael isn’t aiming to win. Just to do as much damage as possible, in this universe and his.”

Sam curses loudly, then continues. “Well, what are we supposed to do? We can’t just sit around while Michael destroys everything!”

Jack cuddles up to Lucifer quietly, just wishing everything would be okay. Lucifer strokes his back softly before interjecting. “We will do what we can. What you can do is go back to that cute little bunker of yours and find a way to summon God, or match his power.” He says, one arm tightening around Jack. “And I’ll take my son somewhere safe. The Other Michael wants to use him, and I won’t let him be taken again.” Lucifer watches carefully as Jack looks up to meet his eyes, looking for any sign of resistance.

“Absolutely not! Jack comes with us!” Castiel protests, standing up. Jack seems to shrink in Lucifer’s arms, not wanting to upset anyone. “His mother entrusted me with his care! And you know nothing about raising children! I-”

“And you do?” Michael interjects, eyes growing sharp. “I seem to remember Lucifer helping me raise most of the angels, including Gabriel and yourself.” His fingers drum against the table as he stares Castiel down. “I get that you want to do right by Jack’s mother, but Lucifer is still his father. You have no right to keep him from his son.” His eyes flash a severe blue. “It’s Jack’s choice, and I’ll back it either way. But you don’t speak for Jack. If he wishes to accompany Lucifer and I, then you WILL let him. Besides, he’s safer with us than at a bunker with ineffective warding.”

Castiel swallows, but is unwilling to back down completely. “Where are you taking him? If you have somewhere safer, I will allow it. But I need to know where he is.” He insists stubbornly. Michael rolls his eyes, exasperated. He didn’t take the time to build a secret fortress just to tell everyone where it was.

“Son, what do you want?” Lucifer asks, raising Jack’s chin gently to meet his eyes. “I won’t force you to come with us if you want to stay with them. I’ll understand.” He whispers, trying to hide his aching heart.

“I want to come with you.” Jack says, moving closer to bury his head in Lucifer’s chest. “Please? I don’t want them to get hurt because of me. When Michael comes back.” He says. Lucifer strokes his head tenderly, hiding his hurt. He had wanted Jack to choose him because he wanted to, not because he was afraid of putting others in danger. Then again, he was glad his son would be safe.

“Jack, no!” Sam says, standing up to move towards them. He was too late, though. Lucifer and Jack disappeared as Lucifer flew him to safety. Michael smirks at Sam and Castiel and shrugs.

“We’ll in touch.” The archangel says, taking off before he could hear any more protests.

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