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misson-impossible · 2 years

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"It was always you"

(Not my GIF)

Dallon Weekes x Reader

Angst

Set in the V&V Era minus Dallon, you are the keyboardist, multi-instrumentals, and backing vocals for P!ATD.

"So yeah guys life's pretty good.." Dallon says to his phone on an insta live. You look at him tears welling up in your eyes from the statement. "Yeah its been pretty smooth these last couple weeks. Haven't had many issues popping up-"

You run out of the room into the bathroom before he could finish his statement and slam the door. You start to sob silently so Dallon doesn't hear you.

Dallon hasn't really spoken to you for a couple weeks for no apparent reason but when he did it was to be an asshole.

After you let all your tears go you walk out of the bathroom and back into the livingroom. Dallon didn't even look up as you walked by and go to your shared bedroom.

He had been your offical boyfriend for about a year and nothing like this had ever happened.

You grab a guitar off the wall and start playing chords as loud and as hard as you can in frustration. Tears start falling again.

"One moment." Dallon says to the phone and sets it down. He walks into the bedroom "Can you stop being obnoxious for once in your life?!" He says in a yell whisper so the phone doesn't pick it up. You raise your head up to him "Will once you stop."

"I could never match yours."

You throw the guitar to the side and Dallon go's back to the livingroom to continue the live "Sorry guys had to adjust something."

You grab a backpack and start throwing stuff in it. You put your guitar in its case and throw it over your back.

You walk into the livingroom and stare at Dallon. After several seconds until he looks up. He sighs "One second guys gotta take care of something."

He stands up and towers over you "Why are you so dramatic?!" He keeps his voice low.

"Me?! I'm not the one who keeps ignoring the person you said you would love forever!" You say loud.

"Its not like we're married!! We live together! I've had a lot going on!"

"I don't care you can at least tell me if you hate me!"

"Maybe we just shouldn't be together anymore.."

"What?"

"Yeah. We've grown apart. I loved you but-"

Tears start stinging your eyes and run over to the couch and throw his phone across the room "Well I mean sure! You care about random strangers more than me so fuck you Dallon! You can just go and get 45 cent jobs in an alley way that's all your worth!" You scream with tears still falling.

He looks at you shocked but then runs after his phone. A lot of his viewer left but not after commenting things like "Fuck boy" and "Dip shit.". Some of course say that your a crazy bitch and that they are single.

"Goodbye Dallon." You say between sobs. You were about to run out the door but first steal the bass he was playing on the live.

"[Y/N] wait!" He yells. You were already out the door. The bass wasn't he worry. "I'm sorry." He whispers to himself before ending the live.

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You walk over to Brendon's apartment he shares with Spencer. You bang on the door several times loudly until one of them answers the door.

"God damn it's 10:30pm!" Brendon says before he sees its you "Oh sorry [Y/N] I- what's wrong?"

You sob "I- he-"

Brendon takes you into the apartment and hugs you "Tell me later."

Spencer walks out of his room to see what happened "Whats going on?"

You just break out in more sobs. Spencer puts his hands up and doesn't speak again. Brendon puts his hand on the back of your head so your head is in the crook of his neck "Its gonna be ok..". He rubs your back.

"We have a third room you can stay in if you need it."

You nod. "Dallon-" you say and that's all you get out before getting into a sobbing mess again. Brendon hugs you again and leads you to the room.

"Whats with the bass?" Brendon asks. You shake your head and put all your stuff on the bed "Thank you." You say with a voice crack. Brendon nods "No problem. Tell me what happened in the morning?"

You nod.

~The next day~

You get up and look at your phone just to see a picture of Dallon as your lockscreen followed with several texts from him. You block him as tears start welling back up.

You walk into the living corridors where Brendon and Spencer sit. "Morning!" Brendon says in a happy tone. You continue to walk but hold your hand out as a wave.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. "No wonder Dallon broke hated you." You say soft and tears well up again. You shake your head "No.. he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve this face, this personality." You try to make your self cheer up. You force smile and wipe tears so Brendon and Spencer don't have to see you in that state.

After you get your self together you walk about and go to a recliner silently.

Brendon and Spencer look at eachother awkwardly.

"What happened honey?" Brendon says sweet and calmly.

You wipe your eyes again "Dallon hasn't been talking to me much for weeks and we finally broke. He said he's glad he's not me and that we've grown apart. He cares more about random strangers than me anyway. He hates me." You start crying again.

"He doesn't hate you, if he doesn't know what he had. He didn't deserve you anyway." Spencer says to cheer you up. You nod wipe your eyes "Thank you." You say softly.

"We can go over there and get some of your stuff." Brendon says. You shake your head eagerly. "We can go in." Spencer responds to your disapproval. "No you don't have to do that." You say assuring him.

"No we have no problem doing anything for you."

"We can go now even." Brendon responds. Spencer nods.

~At Dallon's house~

Brendon knocks on the door. Dallon answers after a few seconds. Dallon's eyes were puffy from crying. "Hell are you crying?" Brendon asks pushing past him. "[Y/N]?" Dallon says hoping you were with them. "She's not here. Why would she want go see you anyway." Spencer says before walking past him and follows Brendon.

Brendon start just putting a bunch of stuff in a bag. Dallon watches "Tell her I'm sorry. It's been a lot these last few weeks I didn't know how bad it had impacted her." He says and starts crying again.

He and Brendon do the 'bro hug' thing "Will do.".

~Back at the apartment~

You are sitting in your room hugging the bass. Brendon sees you doing that and is immediately saddened after seeing both of you. "Dallon says he's sorry." He's says handing you the stuff. "Sure he is." You mumble under your breath.

~Weeks later~

You've been living with Brendon and Spencer. You haven't really had many things career wise you've had to do so it's been pretty chillatious. Brendon and Spencer have took care of you and made sure you ate.

Before Ryan and Jon left they had asked you if you would go to their new band. You considered it but ultimately declined after you saw the impact the split had on Brendon and Spencer. You were glad you stayed in Panic! now.

Today you have an acoustic performance for a radio station. These were always fun...

You only had to do backing vocals as Brendon would cover the acoustic guitar part.

You get to the stations set up and sit silently. "You sure you can do this?" Spencer asks quietly. "Yeah.. it's not like I'm dying. Only inside." You respond. Spencer nods.

You and Brendon were going to duet the songs. The station gave you the list of songs There were five of them and they went straight through you. "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off", "Northern Downpour", "When The Day Met The Night", "New Perspective", and of course "I Write Sins Not Tragedies".

"Can I do this?" you asked yourself. Well you were gonna find out.

You sang all the songs in duet form and as soon as you were done with the last song you stood up and just walked away before anything else could happen.

~Dallons POV~

Dallon saw the performance in his YouTube feed. He held back tears as soon as he saw you. You didn't look as full of life.

The first song was I Write Sins. You and Brendon did the face to face thing which Dallon always laughed at but not this time. The song didn't really get to him, hearing your voice did. The next one however it was different.

It was Lying Is The Most Fun. You looked straight at the camera when you sang "You know it will always be me." It was as if you have sang it straight to him. Dallon had tears falling.

Then there was Northern Downpour. That song is just sad in general but him hearing it come out of your mouth after what happened made it sadder.

Then you sang New Perspective. Dallon felt every word go straight through his heart especially when you sang "Who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective but leaving now would be a good idea so catch me up I'm getting out of here."

Last was When The Day Met The Night. It was like the story of the both of you and Dallon so hearing you sing it he lost it and started sobbing again.

He sees you leave the set as soon as you finish singing and has an idea why. Him.

~Your perspective~

You sit backstage wiping your eyes before tears fell.

Brendon and Spencer came back to you as fast as they could. "It was like the whole set was about Dallon!" You sobbed. Spencer hugs you "Its ok. It'll be alright." He rubs your back as you sob.

You walk out to the car Spencer and Brendon guarding you from pictures as you were embarrassed about the entire situation.

You get to the car and sit in the back seat.

"So [Y/N].." Brendon says driving.

"What!" You yell not wanting to speak.

"See its that time of the month.." He mumbles under his breath to Spencer not expecting you to hear it.

Spencer chuckles.

"You asshole! I can be mad any day of the damn month!"

Brendon and Spencer tense up as you yell at them.

"Brendon have you even had a girl long enough to know what happens? How did they even get it through both of your bone heads?! You both can preform but you're both dumb as fuck! Do you even want me living with you? Dumb fucks I could take you both in a fight any day! Pull over lets go right now!"

"Me and Spencer are going to this performance thing at a bar tonight. Come with us?" Brendon says trying to de-escalate the situation to prevent homicide or even more distracted driving.

"No." You yell back "Why would I want to that that would be rather embarrassing going out in a public bar with you both!"

Brendon looks at Spencer not knowing what to say. Spencer motions in a way to say I don't know. Brendon motions back that he doesn't know and to say something.

"Oh yes you are." Spencer says "You need to get out and around. You can't stay locked up forever. We could be like you dads?"

"What the fuck?" Brendon mouths theatrically to Spencer.

"I don't know?!" He mouthes back in the sane fashion.

You don't respond.

As soon as you pull up you storm passed them both and into the apartment.

~Later, at the bar~

Spencer and Brendon drug you out of the apartemnt and to the bar bit not without a fight.

You follow either of them around just depending on where they go.

About an hour later the music begins. You watch in admiration for some of them and really enjoy it until you hear oh so familiar names.

"Next up we have Dallon Weekes and Ryan Seaman!" The announcer says.

You start to walk toward the door but Brendon catches you "No. You have to listen."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

He drags you back to Spencer fighting you

"Your not my dad!" You yell.

"Yes I am!" Brendon realizes what he said to late "I take that back Im your brother figure!"

"I don't care!"

Brendon eventually drags you back before it starts.

"Hey so I'm Dallon Weekes and we are gonna be singing a song my friend wrote called "Always". I'm also dedicating this to a girl that probably wants to set my house of fire and murder me so yeah go's like this."

You look at Brendon and Spencer and then back to Dallon. You try to tip toe away but Brendon and Spencer have their eyes on you.

When you actually listened you could feel the emotion in every lyric he sang. After the first chorus tears started to form. Did he still love you? That's all you wanted.

The performance felt so genuine and you just wanted to give him a hug and tell him it's all better now.

After he finishes he walks off. He didn't see you. Brendon and Spencer lead you back stage where Dallon was on his phone.

There were tears in his eyes as well as yours. You immediately ran up to him and started hugging him. "[Y/N]?!" He said exicted and immediately returned the hug. "Yeah!" You say with tears running down your face. You continue to hug and tear up for several moments.

"I didn't think you'd ever forgive me." Dallon admitted.

"I didn't think I ever would when it happened."

Dallon wipes your tears away "I was going through a lot and regretted everything Insaid immediately. I'm so so so sorry I didn't mean anything said or that I called you. I don't think I could ever get tired of you."

"I don't care." You say and kiss him and wipe his tears.

When you turned around Brendon and Spencer were already gone.

"Can I come back." You say and start tearing up again.

"You shouldn't ever have to ask that baby. Yes, you are always aloud its your house too."

You smile "I love you."

Dallon smiles back "I love you too."

You and Dallon walk back into to the audience area close together. You find Brendon and Spencer and they are happy with the outcome.

After you get all your stuff from the apartment you go home with Dallon and finally get to sleep in your bed.

"It was always you." Dallon whispers to you thinking you were asleep. You were glad you go to here those four words coming from the love of your life.

This ending sucks that's all I've got say. This was also really long so.

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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7. “If you pinch me one more time.” with Ryan Seaman maybe? Generally very fluffy. I'll be happy as long as you have fun with it, so go ahead and do what you like with it as well. Sorry for not being very specific. :)

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Pairing: Ryan Seaman x Gender Neutral ReaderRating: GeneralRequested by: AnonWord Count: ~600Author’s Note: Enjoy a St. Patrick’s Day story! And a photo I took last year

You rolled over and curled up against your boyfriend Ryan. You had stayed over at his place the night before and the cool early spring morning was easily keeping you wrapped up in his warm blankets. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his neck.

“Morning,” you heard him murmur.

“Not yet,” you replied.

He laughed sleepily. “Not morning yet?”

“Nope, still sleeping.”

“Ok then,” he replied and hugged you closer.

You lived for lazy mornings like this when you had no plans, nowhere to be, just being with your love. Eventually you started to wake up more and glanced up at Ryan.

“Morning,” he said again.

“Ok, fine, it’s morning,” you laughed. He leaned down and kissed you and you could feel him smiling against your lips. As he kissed you, you felt one of his hands that was wrapped around you, drift down to your butt. Suddenly his caress turned into him pinching your cheek.

“Hey!” You yelped, pulling away from him as he giggled devilishly.

“You’re not wearing green!” He grinned.

“What?”

“It’s St. Patrick’s Day!”

“Oh my god,” you muttered and rolled your eyes. It was true, you were only wearing blue underwear and a black t-shirt he had given you to wear the night before. “Wait what about you?” You asked, pulling back the blankets. He laughed heartily when you saw that he had on green shamrock printed boxers.

“Did you notice last night?”

“No!” You exclaimed, pulling the blanket back up. “Give me a green shirt to wear!”

“I don’t have any,” Ryan laughed.

“Wait, really?” You said sitting up and glancing at his closet. He had plenty of black shirts, floral button ups, but nothing with much green.

“I guess I’ll get to keep pinching you all day,” he grinned, sitting up.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You better not!”

“Or what?” He retorted cockily.

“I won’t make my famous chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.”

“Ok, fine,” he said, putting his hands up in defeat.

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him before climbing out of bed and heading to the kitchen. Soon you had the coffee brewing and batter mixed to start the pancakes.

“You sure make yourself at home,” you heard Ryan comment from the other end of the kitchen. You glanced up to see him leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Yea, I guess so, sorry,” you laughed.

“No, I love it,” he said walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred the pancake batter. “You should just move in here.”

You looked up at him. “Seriously?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Yea,” he smiled back. “I love waking up with you, and making pancakes, and just being with you.”

“I love all those things too. Yea, I would love to move in,” you nodded. Ryan spun you around, and grabbed your face between his hands, kissing you excitedly.

“I love you (YN),” he murmured when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too, Ryan.”

“And maybe once you’ve got your things here, you’ll have something green to wear next St. Patrick’s day,” his soft smile turned mischievous.

“Ryan, if you pinch me one more time-” you couldn’t even finish your threat before he quickly pinched your butt again and hurried out of the kitchen, giggling the whole way as you rolled your eyes.

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xxfanfictioncollectionxx · 4 years

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I Dont Know How But They Found Me - Masterlist

Most of the stories linked here are reblogs from other creators. This masterlist is mainly for me to find stuff quicker, and those of you who might want to take a quick look what you can find on here.

General Masterlist

Dallon Weekes

Sticky Notes Part 2

Winter Stories - December 1st

Ryan Seaman

One Love

Prompts 13, 52, 2, and 90

Prompt 142

Winter Stories - December 8th

Winter Stories - Dececmber 11th

12 Days of Christmas - Day 9

Somebody Else

Winter Stories - December 30th

'Cause Heaven Knows What You Do To Me

No Courage

#idkhow masterlist #ryan seaman x reader #dallon weekes x reader

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imnotemo-ipromise-blog · 5 years

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This is a post. Hi Tumblr, how are you?

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daphne-fandom-writing · 5 years

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Backstage fun

I KNOW I have requests and I'm sorry that I haven't finished them yet. But I went to the IDKHOW show in Amsterdam last Sunday and left with inspiration for this.

Some of these events happened (only the locking eyes and smirk that Dallon ACTUALLY gave me wow)

NO HATE TO DALLON'S WIFE OR FAMILY BECAUSE THEY SEEN GREAT AND ADORABLE HE IS JUST SINGLE FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC

Anyways this is smut!

Word count: 2752

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Everytime that the background music stopped playing it felt as though I was going to faint. And that happened way too many times. Until the lights went out and the music stopped for real. It was pitch black until a white light accentuated Dallon walking on stage. Later Ryan joined and Dallon started stomping his foot as a beat and the whole audience joined in.

Goosebumps appeared on my arms and a chill found it's way to my back. The vibe they radiated was mysterious and a little dangerous but loving at the same time. They played 'Opening band' as their first song, the intro with no bass, no drums. Only Dallon, Ryan and the audience. It felt as though you were the only one they were playing for.

During 'Opening band' and 'Modern day cain' Dallon looked into the crowd more than a few times. You could've sworn that you locked eyes with Dallon during the songs. This feeling was strengthened when they started playing 'Bleed magic'. At one point during that song you locked eyes again, Dallon's hair partly covering his face but you could see his eyes. You were mesmerised, drawn into them, until he smirked, still holding your gaze. Then he looked away into the rest of the crowd. For a minute you were questioning yourself, thinking that you imagined that little moment that you shared. But you turned to the friend that you made in the line and they gave you a look that said all you needed to know, you didn't imagine anything.

During the rest of the show you sang, danced and shared stares with Dallon. Because yes, mr. Weekes kept looking your way. Then it was time for 'Visitation of the ghost'. You chose a great spot, obviously knowing what was gonna happen during this song, because the line he made in the middle of the crowd was right next to you. So just when you thought that you couldn't get any luckier Dallon stopped walking through the crowd right next to you. And even though he explicitly stated personal space, he happened to brush his hand against your when he turned to the other side of the crowd. Before he returned to the stage he locked eyes with you again and put his finger to his lips to signal silence and well... that went straight to your core.

When Dallon and Ryan finished playing 'Choke' and after having the whole crowd sing with them, they left the stage only to return a few minutes later to play one last song. The last song was 'Boring' and the lighting changed to a bright white and everyone had their flashlights on their phones in the air. You were quietly singing along to the lyrics, both enjoying your last moments there but also dreading the ending of the song.

Dallon strung the last chords of the song, the room went pitch black, he threw away his last guitar pick and Ryan and him disappeared into a door a few rows of people left of you. As the lights turned back on people started leaving the venue. You didn't, you kept standing there already replaying everything that happened and convincing yourself that it was all real. Soon you noticed that you were almost alone in the room and that a guy with a baseball cap, that you saw on stage before the show a few times, was approaching you.

He told you that if you wanted to meet the band that he could take you backstage with him. He added that Dallon specifically asked for you.

"The girl in the bright orange top with (Y/H/C) hair, I can only see one girl like that and it's you." Is what the guy said.

Your heartbeat started accelerating exponentially and you obviously nodded. It wasn't as if you were going to pass up an opportunity to meet the band.

The guy with the cap leaded you through the doors that Ryan and Dallon had walked through as well. It lead to some hallways that lead to dressing rooms. The guy stopped at a door that said.

'Dallon Weekes - IDKHOW'

"There you go, just knock and you'll be okay."

You were certain that you were gonna faint if your heartbeat didn't start slowing down. You took a deep breath and lifted your hand, you knocked the deep brown wooden door twice. Your heart beat in your chest as you waited for a response.

It seemed to take minutes before the door opened and Dallon stood in it's place. You had to look up to see his face and you almost had to steady yourself because of how he looked. He was still a little sweaty and his hair was all over the place. He still wore the same outfit that he wore on stage, a baby salmon pink blouse with black and white flowers, previously with a light grey jacket on top of it that he discarded for the last song and black skinny jeans. He had unfastened the top few buttons of his blouse and it gave you a little peek at his chest.

It took all of your self-restraint to stop yourself from blushing and to keep cool about the situation you were now in.

Dallon looked at you for a moment before he smiled brightly and spoke.

"Hey! You actually came, it was a long shot to send Alex your way but I'm glad that I did. Come in!" Dallon stepped aside and held his hand out into the dressing room to signal that you should come inside. So you did. You walked into the room and Dallon shut the door, you turned around to him extending his hand.

"Dallon." He said as you took his hand and shook it. "Y/N, and yeah... I know." You said with a smile.

Dallon laughed "I guess you do." He paused for a bit, looking into your eyes, before he spoke again. "A drink?" He said, as if he forgot that he was going to ask you.

"Ehm yeah." You looked at a table with drinks on it. "A water would be nice." Dallon walked to the table and got you and him a bottle of water.

As he took a sip he motioned to the couch. "Wanna sit? You've been standing for more than an hour now, right?" He took a seat on the couch he meant and looked at him gratefully. You moaned in relief as you took a seat.

"I needed that so much, thanks." You looked at him with a smile, a smile that faded when you saw the look he was giving you. His light blue eyes that you know so well were not so bright as they were before, they darkened, a shade that gave you chills and flutters at the same time. It made wonder as to why Dallon even invited you, and why Ryan wasn't there.

"Dallon?" He nodded. "Mhm" You swallowed.

"Can I ask why you invited me over? Not that I'm not happy to be here, because I am, but I can't help being a little curious."

He seemed to snap out of... well whatever that was going on and seemed to focus again.

"Well, I saw you in the crowd. Never with a phone, only enjoying the music. It's not something you see a lot these days. Then I caught your eyes more than once." You blushed and looked at your hands, Dallon smiled at you and put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. "And I have to say that those glances we shared..." He paused for a second. "They did something to me and my body and well... I had to see you again, up close this time."

He leaned in a little and you could feel his breath on your lips, you fought the urge to close your eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to go on and I will too." Your breath hitched in your throat.

"Dallon" His forehead touched yours, his finger moving from your chin to put his hand on the side of your hair. "Tell me Y/N. Stop or go."

"Please" You looked at his lips and back into his eyes. "Go."

I took less than a second for Dallon to put his lips on yours. His hand in your hair got a little more force behind it and your hands ran through his hair in return. His lips were soft and moved in time with yours in a passionate frenzy, no romance, only lust. Dallon' hair felt soft to the touch, long enough to pull. And you did, Dallon moaned at the sensation so you did it again. As retaliation Dallon started kissing your neck. He moved your bodies into a laying position on the couch, Dallon hovering on top of you, just slightly touching.

You spread you legs and he positions himself between them, you feel his hardened length through your clothes and writhe underneath him. Dallon sucked on a particular sensitive spot on your neck and you moaned loudly. Dallon immeadiately put his hand over your mouth. He retracted his hand and placed his index finger in front of his lips.

"As much as I love the sounds you make, Ryan is in the room next door." You nodded and pulled Dallon back into another kiss. Your hands moved to his blouse and started unbuttoning it. Button after button more and more of his chest appears. After the last button you run your hands across his chest and down over his stomach. When you reach his belly he pulls back and sits up abruptly.

"Please... don't." Dallon looks away from you, he looks ashamed.

"Did I do anything wrong? Do you want to stop? Because we can... if you want."

He immeadiately looked up at you. "No!" He ran his hand through his hair. "No, I'm just... It's silly really. It's an insecure part of me. I just... hate that part of me I guess."

You smiled at him. "Let me prove you wrong." You pushed Dallon on his back and spread his blouse out of the way to get access at his chest. You crawled on top of him and gave him a peck on his lips. You moved to his neck, kissed him behind his ear and sucked on the skin above his collarbone, leaving a hickey. Dallon shuddered underneath your touch. You moved downwards and kissed all over his chest, stopped to suck on his nipple for a second and made your way even lower. You stopped for a second before you continued.

"Do you trust me?" Dallon nodded and you gave him a peck on his stomach. Dallon tensed. You looked at him through your eyelashes and kissed, licked and sucked all over his beautiful belly. All the tension that once was disappeared and pleasure made it's way to his face when you moved Dallon's hip bones. The pleasure didn't just show on his face, his boner was an absolute reveal of that. You traced you fingers over the denim covered bulge and heard Dallon take in a hiss of breath. You smirked at his reaction and when Dallon looked at your face... well... all of the innocent and insecure parts of him disappeared. They made way for a dark look of primal lust and passion.

Within a second you were on your back again while Dallon discarded his blouse. He started kissing the bottom of your own belly and moving his way upwards, taking your top off in the process. As Dallon kissed alongside the outline of your bra you started working on the button of his jeans. You pried them open and Dallon stood up to take them off, when he did you took of your bra and opened the button of your own jeans. Before you could take them off yourself Dallon was already back on top of you. He licked and sucked your breasts and left a hickey on top of your right nipple.

"Dallon..." you moaned and his eyes lit up with desire.

"Yes, my dear." He spoke with a rasp in his voice which made you moan again. He smirked at your reaction and went to take of your pants, taking your panties with them. He stood up to take off his own underwear and when he did... You looked at him, eyes looking at every part of his body and appreciating it at the same time.

"Like what you see?"

"A lot." You held out your hand at Dallon and he took it. Crawling back on top of you, his hand caressing the skin on your sides, moving along your outer thighs to circle back along your inner thighs. He looked at your eyes again and you nodded at him, urging him to move along.

"Dallon, please." He buried his face into your neck, giving a kiss and brushing the skin with his nose before whispering.

"Tell me what you want." His breath tickled your skin and goosebumps crawled over your skin. "You Dallon, every bit of you."

Dallon's hand moved from your inner thigh to swipe along your folds. "So fucking wet. Perfect." He all but purred into your neck that you bared for him. His hand moved to align himself with you.

He started moving slowly, easing into you at a horribly slow pace until he had fully penetrated your body. His breathing accelerated almost immeadiately and you wrapped you legs around him to feel him even deeper. After around a minute Dallon started moving again, slow still at first but picking up the pace very soon. He groaned with every moan you let go, he fit you perfectly. Every curve of his body complimenting yours. Every inch of skin left untouched. At some point Dallon's thrusts started becoming faster and faster. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his and back down to grab his beautiful butt and back up to pull his hair.

Dallon whispered sweet nothings in your ear, from how beautiful you are to the way you make him feel unpure feelings. Dallon's hands were on you thighs to keep your legs up, then in your hair to pull your head back and finally in your clit. He rubbed small circles only adding to the pleasure he was filling you with already. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and you knew it wasn't gonna be much longer.

"Dall... I'm-" He kisses you as the both of you come undone.

Dallon pulls back and breathes into your neck as you bury your face in his hair. Your hand wander over his back and his rub circles on top of your shoulders. It doesn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep.

#idkhow #dallon weekes #dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes x you #idkhow x reader #idkhbtfm #i don't know how but they found me #ryan seaman #idkhowtrash #backstage #backstage smut

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fedorable-killjoys · 3 years

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Masterlist

A masterlist of all my writing so far. Not many I know, but will be adding to the list. Constructive criticism is welcome. If any of the links don't work please let me know and I will fix it. Also don't repost my work on any other sites without asking for my consent/permission.

Supernatural

• Why The Hell Would I Be Looking For That? - Ash X reader platonic friendship ft Sam, Dean Jo and Ellen

• The Cavern - Meg X reader ft Sam and Dean

Real Person Fics (RPF)

• I Want You - Domhnall Gleeson X reader

Concert Pictures/Videos (that I've taken)

• Palaye Royale

MoodBoards/Aesthetics:

• Frank Iero Happy Birthday

• Gerard Way

• Calum Hood (5 Seconds Of Summer)

• Ryan Seaman (IDKHBTFM)

• Michael Clifford (5 Seconds Of Summer)

• Ashton Irwin (Bad Boy Vibe)

• Harry Styles (Treat People With Kindness)

• George Weasley (Harry Potter)

• Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

• Flip Zimmerman (Blackkklansman Film)

• Jaskier Fantasy Aesthetic (The Witcher)

• Pride Month Mood board/Aesthetic.

• Briana Buckmaster Zodiac Sign and Water Element Aesthetic.

• Billy Russo inspired aesthetic (birthday gift)

• Palaye Royale/Remington Leith 'Morning Light' fic inspired aesthetic

#my fanfic #Masterlist #masterlist #my masterlist #My Masterlist #supernatural fanfic #my moodboards #actor rpf #Actor RPF

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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Rehearsal (Ryan Seaman x reader)(high school AU)

Summary: Ryan and (y/n) have been best friends since they were four years old. They’re now coming to the end of high school, and neither of them have had a romantic partner yet, so they decide to try and improve their *skills* so that their first kiss with someone they love isn’t a disaster. But they soon realise that maybe there’s a reason neither of them have been on a date before...

Word count: 1201

Warnings: none

“Ugh.” (y/n) flopped onto Ryan’s bed, blowing their hair out of their eyes as he tossed his school bag under his desk. “That was the worst lunch break ever.”

“I know!” He sat down next to them, leaning back against the wall. “We’re gonna have to say something to them eventually. I can’t keep suffering through all the tongue noises.”

(y/n) pulled a face, mock gagging. “I swear normal people don’t kiss that loudly. And sloppily.”

“I mean, it is Casey and Alex. Have they ever been normal?”

“Yeah, you make a good point. But still - it’s so gross.”

They sat there in peaceful silence for a few moments, glad to be away from the chaos of the school halls with each other’s company. They’d latched onto each other on their first day of school, two chubby kids sniffling in a corner as their parents left, and had been inseparable ever since. No matter what they were doing, it was always better if the other one was there with them. Ryan got up and turned his radio on before the quietness could become deafening, and sat down again.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to be single forever.”

A smile tugged at his face, but when he glanced down at his best friend he saw that their eyes were shining with unshed tears, and he frowned. “Hey, no way. You’re so great, someone will definitely want to date you.”

(y/n) sniffed, blinking rapidly. “Yeah right.”

“No, I mean it.” He shifted so they were sat opposite each other, resting a hand on their knee, softly stroking the faded denim of their jeans. “You’re amazing. You’re so pretty, and funny, and clever. You have the best laugh I’ve ever heard, dude! Honest, I would d... definitely be surprised if nobody asked you out.” His heart had stopped momentarily at the near confession, but thankfully (y/n) didn’t seem to have noticed. “The right person will come along some day. For both of us.”

There was clearly something else on their mind, and he poked them in the forehead, grinning as they giggled. He really did love that sound. “Come on, tell me.”

“It’s gonna sound so stupid.”

“I don’t care, tell me. We tell each other everything.” Okay, so that wasn’t exactly the case. He had been very carefully hiding the crush he had on (y/n) for the last year and a half now. But other than that, there were no secrets between them. It was just unfortunate that the one secret the had was a very big one.

Shrugging, (y/n) stared up at his bedroom ceiling, not wanting to see his reaction to their words. “I’m scared of being such a rubbish kisser that nobody will be interested in keeping me around.”

He stared at them for a moment, baffled. “What makes you think you’ll be a rubbish kisser?”

“I haven’t done it before. So there’s no way I’d be good at it.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be terrible. Just... average. And hey, if good kissing is as messy as Alex and Casey make it then maybe being a bad kisser isn’t such a bad thing.” That made them snort with laughter, and he grinned. “I haven’t kissed anyone either, so... I’m probably just average too. You can’t be good at everything the first time.”

Suddenly, a genius idea popped into his head. Well, it was either brilliant, or the thing that would end their friendship - but it couldn’t hurt to try, right? “How about we practice on each other?”

(y/n) felt their jaw drop. “You what?”

“I-I just meant... maybe we can just practice... I don’t know - oh it was a stupid idea, forget I said anything.” He stammered, shuffling away a little, but (y/n) grabbed his arm and held him there.

“I... I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I guess... it can’t be a bad idea, right?” Internally, (y/n)’s brain was screaming. They’d had feelings for Ryan for the last two years now, but knew full well that they weren’t reciprocated. So they were damn well going to take any opportunity they could to kiss him at least once - it was better than not getting the chance at all.

“O-Okay.”

They shifted so they were directly opposite each other once again, knees touching as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Both of them could feel their hearts pounding at a million miles an hour, and their hands were shaking a little. Ryan laughed nervously, brushing his fingers through his blue hair. “This should be fine, right? We trust each other. It can’t be that hard.”

“Right. Totally not rocket science. All we have to do is...” (Y/n) trailed off as he leant in, eyes fluttering closed as his lips finally met theirs. It felt like it lasted a handful of seconds - and thousands of years at the same time. He pulled back, struggling to meet their eyes.

“Was that... how was it?”

Plucking up what little courage they had left, (y/n) reached out and wrapped a hand in the collar of his t-shirt. “I think we need to have another go.” They took the lead this time, kissing him gently and sweetly, heart leaping as they felt his hand settle against their waist. When they pulled apart this time, they kept their hands on each other, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.

Ryan was the first to speak. “(y/n), I - I’m sorry if this ruins everything, because you’re my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life, but... I like you. I really, really like you. And if it’s okay with you... I wanna keep kissing you. But not just for practice. For real.”

He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and (y/n) hugged him, burying their head in his neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that to me.”

He pulled back, stunned. “So you... you like me too? Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously, dumbass. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” They rolled their eyes and smacked him in the arm. “I’ve like liked you since we were fourteen.”

“Dude... me too.” They stared at each other for a moment, doing the maths before cracking up. “You mean we’ve had a crush on each other this whole time and neither of us worked out that the other one felt the same?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Jeez, we’re stupid.”

Ryan fell backwards, pulling (y/n) with him so they were laying against his chest. They’d cuddled like this during movie nights before, but it was so much more special now. “So that’s why neither of us have been on dates with anyone else, huh?”

“Clearly we were both too busy making goo goo eyes at each other behind our own backs to think about anyone else.”

He kissed the top of their head, grinning when they shifted upwards to kiss him properly.

“Hey, (y/n).”

“What?”

“You’re a pretty good kisser, actually.”

They snorted. “Yeah? Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

#ok this came out adorable #fanfic #fic #oneshot #fluff #idkhow #ryan seaman #ryan seaman x reader #cute shit #high school au #first kisses!#am i living vicariously through the reader? absolutely

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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The Rarest Sexiest Masterlist

The Rarest Sexiest Claimed Emoji list - for those who want to leave a little calling card on their requests

** all works will be attached as they are posted - so the most recent fic for a person will be at the top of their list. The exception is for dated writing challenges (i.e. Kinktober) where the works will be posted in date order in their own masterlist, which will be linked here**

Any follow up parts to fics will be added next to the original fic, formatted like this: 1 | 2

Works marked 18+ are marked that way for a reason. If you’re under 18, I can’t stop you reading things. But you don’t have the right to get pissy if something comes up you can’t handle. You have been warned.

Requests are currently: OPEN

MCR:

MCR (collective):

The Early Hours | Get Hot and Feel the Butterflies (18+) (Frank, Mikey)

Understand

Frank Iero x reader:

The World is Ugly

Anything For You

Just Tattoo of Us

Don’t Even Think About Moving

Is That My Hoodie?

Subtle as a Brick | The Elephant in the Room

Gerard Way x reader:

A Hazy Shade of Winter

She’s Cheer Captain and I’m Questioning My Gender (high school AU)

Mikey Way x reader:

Boy, You Look Like Death (But Healthy Guys are Such an Eyesore)

New Jersey, Revisited | Best Friends, Better Off as Lovers (18+)

The Voice of Reason

Happy Accidents

Ray Toro x reader:

All I Could Ask For

Impatient (18+)

It’s All About Perspective

Twenty one pilots:

(Currently not open for requests)

Josh Dun:

Overreaction

IDKHow:

Dallon Weekes:

*nothing to see here... yet*

Ryan Seaman:

Rehearsal

Kinktober 2022

Requests are currently: OPEN

Here are the basic rules for requests.

Go wild 👀

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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So after a lot of stressed out maths late last night (while my chem were playing in New Jersey, which didn’t really help my attention span lmao) I worked out that I’ve ✨severely underestimated✨ two things.

1) how long it takes me to write a fic

And

2) just how busy I’m gonna be when I go back to uni in a few days.

So I’ve decided to call it quits on flufftober - the list is barely half full, and I’ve been prioritising kinktober requests anyway.

Now, if I’ve got someone’s name down for a prompt you’d better believe I’m still writing that damn story - it just won’t be to such a specific schedule.

I am still taking requests, so feel free to hit me with stuff! I just know that there’s no way in hell I’m gonna get a whole 62 fics done in time when I’m currently sat with 15 in my queue.

As a treat, I’ll post one of the completed flufftober prompts for you today!!

Let me know which one you wanna see first:

Prompt 1: first kiss - Ryan Seaman x reader

Prompt 3: kiss and make up - Josh Dun x reader

Prompt 7: sleepless night - Mikey Way x reader

Prompt 10: morning cuddles - Frank Iero x reader

Prompt 21: is that my hoodie? - Frank Iero x reader

All other claimed prompts are currently in progress, but they’ll appear at some point soon!

(This also gives me more of a chance to crack through some of the hornier requests I’ve been sent recently… 👀)

#fanfic #fic #drabble #fanfiction #mcr #writing #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #flufftober 2022 #flufftober #fluff #smut

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 3 years

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Advent Calendar 2020

These drabbles are all inspired by @kairaiimagines Christmas Alphabeth

01. December: After Dark - Dallon Weekes x Reader

02. Dezember: Baking - Ryan Seaman x Reader

03. December: Cold - Cherri Cola x Reader (Danger Days AU)

04. December: Date - Gerard Way x Reader

05. December: Evening Dance - Mikey Way (High School AU)

06. December: Fireplace - Ray Toro x Reader

07. December: Grateful - Patrick Stump x Reader

08. December: Hosting Family (Ryan Ross x Reader)

09. December: Invitation (Frank Iero x Reader)

10. December: Just in Time (Pete Wentz x Reader)

11. December: Kiss (Gerard Way x Reader)

12. December: Lights (Andy Hurley x Reader)

13. December: Mistletoe

14. December: Naughty or Nice?

15. December: Opening Presents

16. December: Packaging

17. December: Question

18. December: Relaxing

19. December: Snow

20. December: Tree

21. December: Undying Love

22. December: Villa

23. December: Wish

24. December: Excitement

25. December: You

26. December: Zzzz...

(Picture Source)

#advent calendar #advent calendar 2020 #christmas alphabeth #masterlist #christmas masterlist #gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader #ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #andy hurley x reader #joe trohman x reader #patrick stump x reader #pete wentz x reader #nicole row x reader #ryan ross x reader #ryan seaman x reader #dallon weekes x reader #cherri cola x reader

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 4 years

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No Courage - Ryan Seaman x Reader

Summary: Dallon insisted on throwing Ryan’s birthday party at the Weeke’s place, when all Ryan really wanted was to spend some time with you

Reader: female implied? idk, no pronouns, i think...

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Word count: 5 031

A/N: as promised and several days late: the Ryan Seaman birthday story. Also can someone tell me what’s up with me writing for a Ryan, the story being 4000+ words and the couple ending up cuddling on a sofa? I just think it’s perfect.

Ryan was not entirely convinced by the idea to celebrate his birthday at Dallon’s house. He kept insisting that since it was his birthday, you all should celebrate at his place, mainly because secretly he had hoped for a calm evening with some of his closest friends, who he could discreetly ask to leave around midnight in order to get some extra time just alone with you. Because let’s be honest: every time you were invited over to his place, you stayed and helped clean up. Even though he probably would not manage to be honest enough with you to tell you why exactly he loved having you over so much, he would still have you all to himself for a little while longer.

But now this plan had been foiled by Dallon, who had decided Ryan’s birthday should best be celebrated at his house. Sadly, Dallon’s arguments were better than Ryan’s. The Weekes’ living room was huge and offered lots of space for many people, way more people than would have fit into Ryan’s entire flat, and this way it had been possible to invite a lot more of his friends. Also, since the house was separated from the neighbouring houses by the garden that framed the property, they would be able to turn up the music as loud and for as long as they liked, whereas in Ryan’s flat they would need to be quiet after ten pm.

Eventually Ryan had given into Dallon’s plan, allowing Dallon to throw the birthday party for him. And so he ended up in the passenger seat of Dallon’s car, at the evening of his birthday, with you in the backseat, as he got picked up for his own party. Dallon was focusing on the street, some quiet music flowing from the speakers as the lights of the city passed by outside. He smiled as you leant forward, poking your head to the front between Dallon’s and Ryan’s seats, and pointed to one of the buildings that was coming closer, randomly dropping a fact about the building’s history.

Just a few minutes later Dallon pulled into the driveway of his home. Since it was already dark outside, you saw colourful lights skipping around inside, reminding you Dallon had spent almost the entire morning installing some party lights at the ceiling. A balloon was stuck to the front door.

In the house a lot of people already waited for Ryan to finally arrive. He was welcomed with cheers and hugs, and Awsten insisted all of you needed to sing “Happy Birthday”. After Dallon and Breezy had made sure everyone had drinks in their hands, and knew where the buffet was, people started spreading around the huge living room and the kitchen.

While you knew most of Ryan’s friends, you were not really close with any of them other than Dallon, Awsten and Josh. But as your luck wanted, they were all busy talking to someone already, so you snuck to your favourite armchair in the Weekes’ household, and sat down at the edge of the crowd, watching them.

You had never really minded being the one at the side lines. From the people in the room, you were one of the few who was not a musician or in a relationship with one. Sometimes meeting with all of them felt like stepping into an entirely different world. Occasionally it made you lonely, because you felt left out, but at the same time you knew you were basically Ryan’s best friend, and even if that did not allow you to be as close to him as you would have liked, it was still a huge honour. Even if it meant receiving phone calls from him at 2am, waking you up, in order to talk to you about music or whatever was on his mind.

You looked across the room, where Ryan was playfully boxing someone in the arm. His hair had grown longer over the past months, as long as it had not been in years. He had absolutely no right to look as soft as he did right now. Brown strands were falling in his face, and his eyes were squeezed together from smiling so hard. You absolutely loved seeing him this cheerful and carefree, so you allowed yourself to watch him a moment longer.

Across the room, Breezy’s and Dallon’s glance wandered from Ryan to you, and back.

“What if we just say we’re renovating the guest room,” Breezy asked quietly.

“Have them share the sofa?”

She nodded. “I mean, they are absolutely blind about each other’s feelings, but sleeping on the same couch should maybe get them somewhere, don’t you think?”

“Better than having one sleeping on the sofa, and the other in the guest room anyway,” Dallon agreed.

“Good, I’ll just quickly lock that room,” Breezy said, leant up to kiss Dallon’s cheek, and hurried off.

In the meantime Dallon was stuck watching how you turned away from observing Ryan, and instead scanned the room again. The second your eyes had left him, Ryan turned his head, and gazed over to where you were sitting. This was ridiculous. Everyone, literally everyone, knew that Ryan and you liked each other, and it was driving Dallon absolutely crazy that you both were too blind to realize it, or too scared to admit it.

A couple of hours later, music was blaring from the speakers in the living room. The couch and armchairs, as well as the couch table had been pushed to the side to make space for people to dance, an opportunity most were taking. The amazing birthday cake, which Breezy and you had spent all morning baking, had been eaten almost completely, and only two small pieces on a plate on the kitchen table were waiting to be eaten by some hungry party guests.

After you had pulled yourself together a couple of minutes after arriving, you had socialised a lot, and talked to almost everyone at the party. But now you had gone back to standing in a corner, watching our friends dancing through the room. Laughing you witnessed as Dallon swirled Breezy around before he dipped her, making he giggle. Some of the others were dancing in pairs as well, the rest jumping around on their own or in little groups.

“M’lady.” Surprised you turned to find Josh offering you his hand. “Care for a dance?”

Laughing you shook your head.

“I suck at dancing,” you answered, speaking loudly enough so he could hear you over the music.

“So do I,” he shrugged, still offering you his hand.

Smiling, you rolled your eyes and placed your right hand in the left hand he held out to you, allowing him to lead you a little further into the room. Turning to you, he grabbed your hand a little tighter, and placed the other on your waist, swaying a little to the beat, and striking up a conversation. Most of the time he was hard to understand over the loud music, but you caught enough of what he was saying to chat with him.

You remembered having danced with him before, at one or two other parties, and how it had always been so relaxed and fun. He was not holding you too tight, not standing too close, he did not spin you around so much as that you would get dizzy nor did he spin you so little as that it would get boring. In fact you had simply fun dancing with him.

But still you could not help but wonder what it would be like to dance with Ryan instead of Josh. You had never danced with Ryan before, at least not in the way Josh was dancing with you now; and you probably would not be so relaxed about it, always feeling like you were behaving clumsily.

Ryan in the meantime had been talking to some old band mates of his, but when they went to grab another drink, and he had turned around, his eyes searching the room for your face as always, and he had found you were not standing in the corner anymore. Confused he looked around before he spied you dancing, with Josh. You were smiling and laughing at something Josh had said, and Ryan could not help but feel a sting of jealousy in his chest as well as his stomach clenching together.

He knew Josh had no interest in you, not romantically. But what if you were interested in Josh? After all he was an amazing guy, who even asked you to dance. It annoyed Ryan that he had not been the one to ask for a dance with you first. He had thought about it, and then always pushed the thought aside, hoping he would find the courage later. And now you were dancing with someone else.

What if you started liking Josh? Maybe it was stupid to think you would fall in love with someone just because of a dance, but then again Ryan had realised he was in love with you because you had smelled on some rose bush while you were on your way walking home back from some gig, and had asked him to smell the roses too, holding the stem of the flower so he had it easier. For Ryan that had been the moment he had realised he was in love with you. Maybe he should have said it then and there on the spot, confessing his feelings with the sweet smell of these pink roses in his nose under the yellow light of some street lantern, a couple of blocks away from your home. But he had not.

Instead he knew that sometimes it were the little things that made people realise their feelings; so if dancing with Josh made you realise you had feelings for him? Ryan did not want you to have feelings for Josh, he wanted you to have feelings for him. Not that he could change much about it once it happened, but he felt annoyed anyway. If only he had asked for a dance with you first, but no, he had been too embarrassed.

Downing the last sip of his drink, Ryan decided it would probably be okay if he asked for a dance with you once the song after the next was over. But as if a higher power was desperate to make him stick to his unspoken promise, Josh let go of you by the end of the song that was playing, and even though Ryan could not understand what was being said, it looked like Josh wanted to fetch a drink as well.

Without much of his consent, Ryan’s feet started carrying him through the room and past several of his friends, while the next song started playing, and before he was fully aware what happened, he stood in front of you, holding out his hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

Ryan’s eyes were almost black in the dimly lit room, only the flickering, colourful spots of the party lights ghosted over his face. His expression was almost unreadable, but he seemed nervous.

“I-“ Surprised you stared up at him. Had you not just fantasised about this, about dancing with Ryan? Why were you hesitating? Smiling shyly, you nodded. “I’d like to.”

Uncertainly you placed your hand in his, noticing how warm his fingers were as they closed around yours. Slowly he pulled you closer to him, close enough so he could put his free hand on your waist, just like Josh had done earlier. Why did it suddenly feel like you had never danced with anyone before? Hesitantly you placed your hand on his upper arm, not daring to meet his eyes, and allowed him to guide you into a swaying motion.

Damnit, you had been right earlier when you had thought about how you would be far too nervous while dancing with Ryan to enjoy anything. Luckily Ryan seemed too focused on himself, careful not to step on your feet or bump you into anyone, to notice your slightly-off behaviour.

When the song ended Ryan made no attempt to let go of you hand, which caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

Luckily, both Ryan and you started relaxing over the next few songs, while he made sure never to let go of your hand. He had pulled you a little closer now, his one hand on the small of your back, the other gently holding yours, as he danced with you, spinning you out occasionally, when it fit the spirit of the song, making both of you laugh in the process.

And when the next slow song came on, he stepped even closer, so close in fact that his chest was pressed against yours now. He snuck his arm around your waist, and when you shyly gazed up at him in a mixture of surprise and adoration, you found he was already looking at you. His expression was soft, and a smile pulled at his lips as he watched your features. A strand of his hair dangled into his eyes, and following an impulse, you reached up to brush it away.

Was he blushing? It was hard to tell in the dim light. He definitely smiled a little wider, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. It felt like you were losing yourself in them, every second you did not turn to look away felt like he was staring deeper and deeper into your soul, making your heart beat a little faster, and making you fall a little deeper in love with him. The world around you fell into the background, and everything but him stopped mattering. You would have done a lot to make this moment last forever.

But later, and you were not even sure how or when, you ended up sitting on the carpet in the living room. Most of the other guests were gone already, leaving only your hosts Dallon and Breezy with Awsten, Josh, Ryan and you behind. The flickering party light had been turned off, and instead two small lamps on the wall shed warm, yellow light into the room. The playlist had been switched from upbeat songs you could dance to, to calm piano music.

Someone had prepared a cocktail for you, a mojito with a little bit too much lime for your taste. The glass stood by your side on the carpet, while your hands combed through the soft, brown hair of the drummer whose head was resting in your lap now. How Ryan had ended up there? No idea. But he lazily held a glass with his favourite cocktail balanced on his chest. It was not his first cocktail, and you were pretty sure someone at some point had just handed him a new one without him asking for it, but it really did not matter. Not when you were sitting on the soft carpet in your friend’s living room, comfortably dizzy and slightly tipsy from the drinks you had had over the course of the evening, with the man you had admired and even loved for the past years resting in your lap.

Ryan’s head was turned to the centre of the circle of people, and he laughed quietly at something that had been said. It was pretty late at night already, you realised with a glance at the clock. Your eyes felt heavy and your brain like palp, which was not only due to the alcohol, but also to being tired.

For literally hours you sat on that carpet, talking to the others, and weaving your hands through Ryan’s hair, ignoring your heavy eyelids. Ryan only moved to take a sip from his cocktail every once in a while, and sometimes his eyes met yours, making him smile before he tore his gaze away again.

By the time both Josh and Awsten decided to go home, you felt stiff from sitting for so long, and laughing Ryan helped you up, pulling a little too hard, and causing you to bump into him. Quickly he wrapped his arms around you, and held you in place, nuzzling his nose into your hair while hugging you. When he pulled away, you found Dallon was waiting to talk to you.

“Ahm… we’re kinda renovating the guest room right now, so… I guess, you’ll have to share the sofa,” he explained, with a gesture towards the piece of furniture. “You don’t mind cuddling a little closer, do you?”

Even though you had been pleasantly sleepy before, suddenly you were wide awake. Share the sofa with Ryan? Not that you would mind, but never in a thousand years would Ryan agree on-

“I don’t mind,” he shrugged, still standing so close to you that you felt the movement of his shoulders, “what about you?”

Curiously he looked down to you, but you just quickly nodded your head, agreeing on the suggestion, while at the same time you wondered what the hell you were getting yourself into.

After Awsten and Josh had called cabs and left, Breezy carried a couple of pillows and a blanket down to the living room. Dallon had pulled out the cushions of the backrest, allowing more space on the sitting cushions for Ryan and you to sleep on. After you had quickly prepared the makeshift bed, Dallon and Breezy bid you good night, and went upstairs to their bed room, leaving Ryan and you alone.

Somehow you could not help but feel like you were more nervous about the whole situation than Ryan. He just grabbed the bag with his pyjama, and started taking off his shirt of. Quickly you turned away, feeling slightly embarrassed, as if you would have invaded his privacy, even though it had been him who had just started undressing.

Grabbing your own bag, you excused yourself to the bathroom, where you dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for the night, and quickly brushed your teeth before returning to the living room, where Ryan had put on some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, a glass of water in hand, and looked up at you with an unreadable expression. The thought shot through your mind of how wonderful it would be, if you were to see him more often like this, comfortably dressed in a pyjama, waiting for you to come to bed. Little did you know he was thinking the exact same thing.

“I’ll go brush my teeth too,” he mumbled, and got up quickly, grabbing his tooth brush, and walked past you to the bathroom.

Looking around you noticed there were still some of the cocktail glasses standing around, so you carried them into the kitchen, placing them next to the sink. You felt weirdly sobered up already, and with a look to the clock you realised it was no surprise; it was almost 5am, and you had finished your last cocktail at around 3.

When you walked back to the living room, you tilted a window to let in some fresh air, and turned off all of the lamps that was still burning but one, leaving just enough light to find one’s way around the room.

A few moments later Ryan returned from the bathroom. A shy smile was on his lips, as he packed away his tooth brush again.

“Do you want to sleep against the backrest or at the edge,” he asked, while clipping his backpack shut.

“I don’t care, rather at the edge,” you decided, “if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” he smiled, and crawled on the sofa, scooting as close to the backrest as possible to make space for you.

Nervously you noticed that even like this there was not much room, especially not if you were trying not to invade his personal bubble. Actually this would be impossible, you realised.

Deciding to ignore that problem, you laid down next to him, allowing him to pull the blanket Breezy had brought, over the two of you.

“Do you have enough blanket,” he wondered, tucking around at the fabric, trying to make sure you were comfortably covered.

“I have plenty,” you reassured him, pulling it a little bit around your arm to demonstrate. “You too?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, “can I turn of the light?” He turned his head just enough to be able to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Sure,” you agreed, nodding and cuddling a little deeper into the pillow.

With a click the lights turned off, and you were engulfed by darkness. Now that you could not see anymore, your other senses appeared heightened. Outside the window a cricket was chirping, the fridge was humming in the kitchen, and Ryan was breathing right by your side. The pillow and the blanket smelled of an unfamiliar laundry detergent, and the fabric was a little ridged, probably from drying outside in the sun. For a while you lay in the dark, eyes open. Through the room you noticed the small red light of the turned off TV. You knew you should try to catch some sleep, but with Ryan so close next to you, you were far too distracted.

All of a sudden when you had almost been sure Ryan would have fallen asleep by now, he spoke up.

“(y/n)?”

You hummed quietly, signalling him you were awake.

For a moment there was silence, before he continued.

“I know this is a weird moment, and maybe really unfitting, but I’m tired enough and maybe still tipsy enough to have the courage to say this, but I really, really like you.”

Your eyes grew wider in surprise, not that it would have allowed you to see any more in the dark room, and Ryan could not see your reaction either. Your heart started hammering, and your breath grew quicker, as you turned your head to the side, trying to see Ryan’s face through the dark. He was lying on his back, facing up to the ceiling. A tiny reflection gave away that his eyes were open.

“Actually,” he stopped, “no, scrap that. Fuck, I’ve been in love with you for so long and I’m just scared to tell you how I feel, and too awkward to show you subtly, and definitely not the type who could sweep you off your feet with his charms, but… I just figured we had a lot of fun tonight, dancing and talking and… it all meant so much to me. Like… I know Josh danced with you first, because I was too much of a coward, and I’m really glad you two get along, but I kinda don’t want you to like him more than as just a friend, because I like you more than as just a friend, and I know that just because I want it, doesn’t change anything if you don’t feel the same way for me but… yeah, I know it’s awkward and weird, because you’re actually my best friend, and it’s kind of a real asshole move of me to tell you this while we’re supposed to sleep next to each other when you’ve got nowhere to go but… you know? Before my courage leaves me and all.”

You listened to him, allowed him to spill all his thoughts. It felt weirdly liberating to hear him talk about his emotions, so naïvely honest from lack of sleep. He was saying all the things you had dreamt of hearing him say for so long, and you could not help but smile when he talked about Josh. You wanted him to know that it was okay that he had hesitated to ask you for a dance; wanted to assure him that just because he told you in this weird situation of lying next to you in the dark, you were not mad with him; wanted to laugh at him because of course you did not like Josh more than you liked him; wanted to let him know that you could understand why he had never mentioned anything before. After all, neither had you. But you were too overwhelmed by his confession. This was something you definitely had not seen coming at all, so you were left entirely speechless.

Once you had finally processed his words, you turned to lie on your side. He was still staring up to the ceiling, and flinched in surprise as he felt your soft hand brush against his cheek. Slowly he turned his head to look at you.

“So what do you think,” he wondered, as if asking for your opinion on his feelings.

In the little light it was hard to make out his face, but the way you knew him, you supposed he was furrowing his brows a little.

“Can you kiss me?”

Your words were so quiet that you were not sure if you had even spoken them, not to mention whether Ryan had heard them, especially because for a few seconds he did not move.

When he did, he pushed himself up, supporting his weight on his elbow, and looked at you confused.

“What,” he asked weakly, his expression hidden in the dark.

“Just thought it would make sense, you know, if you like me and I like you…” you explained quietly, suddenly feeling almost ashamed for your boldness.

“No. No, no, no, (y/n), you- you don’t understand,” Ryan protested. “I don’t just like you, I… I’ve been thinking about you every night before falling asleep for… years, probably, I lost count. I don’t just like you. I love you. I love you as my best friend, and I love you as so much more than that. And I don’t want you to just kiss me because you like me, because I’m your friend. I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, but I don’t think I can, or want to, kiss you without you feeling this way too. I just wanted you to know how I –“

You silenced him with a finger to where you assumed his lips were, an apparently you had aimed correctly.

“I wouldn’t ask my best friend to kiss me if I wouldn’t have been in love with him for ages, don’t worry,” you defended, trying to see his reaction in the dark, but failing.

For a moment there was absolute silence, even the fridge seemed to have quieted down all of a sudden. And before you even realised what happened, Ryan had grabbed the wrist of your hand that was reaching up to his face, and had pinned it next to your head, while he leant down, and crashed his lips against yours, finding them even in the dark.

At first it seemed like all air was knocked out of your lungs before you remembered how to breathe again. You turned slightly so you were on your back, Ryan leaning over you, his fingers intertwining with yours from the hand he had grabbed, while he used the other to keep himself propped up over you. Your free hand had wrapped into his nape, weaving into the hair and holding him close. He tasted of toothpaste and orange liquor from the drink earlier, maybe even still a bit of alcohol, all of it strange and intoxicating and so much more than you could have ever imagined. His lips were a dry, but still soft, like the skin on his neck and the hair that wrapped around your fingers. Ryan’s breath was uneven, just like your own, and you could feel his heart beat against your chest in sync with yours.

His kisses were urgent and passionate, as if he could not believe what was happening, as if he had to take as much of the moment as possible should it turn out not to be real. And if you were quite honest, you too felt like you could not believe it. Soon enough he nibbled at your lower lip, asking you wordlessly to open your mouth for him. You complied, earning a quiet sigh from him as he kissed you deeper. Like a lightning the sound went through your body, and a feeling of pride and satisfaction settled in your chest, realising it was just because of you that he had made that little sound.

All too soon your mind was a dizzy mess, and no matter how addicting and intoxicating Ryan’s kisses were, you needed a break. Turning your head slightly, you broke the kiss, but instead of pulling away immediately, Ryan pressed a short kiss against your cheek and then against your jaw, before he brushed his nose against yours, and leant back a little, settling at your side. Since it was so dark, it was hard to make out the details of his face, but you could see the smile that spread over his features. It was the kind of smile he was not even aware he carried, making it all the more beautiful.

For a while you just looked at each other, your eyes finally growing a little more used to the darkness around you, allowing seeing more details; the crinkles around his eyes, the dimples on his cheeks, the hair that fell into his forehead. Slowly his eyes started falling closed, no matter how hard he tried to stay awake, blinking again and again, and you too felt overwhelming tiredness pull you towards sleep.

“Can we cuddle,” he asked suddenly, his eyes already closed. It was a strange question, because you were already snuggled into his side with his arm wrapped around you.

Not answering, you scooted as close as possible, and hugged him around his middle. Immediately, as if he had done it a thousand times already, and in his mind he probably had, he tightened his embrace around you, pulling you so close that your bodies were pressed against each other. His forehead was gently resting against yours, and as he pressed a short kiss to your lips again, you could feel how he smiled, causing you to smile a little brighter as well, before you shuffled around to lay more comfortably, and fell asleep in his arms.

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Baking - Ryan Seaman x Reader (Christmas Calendar 2020)

Prompt: Baking (How does baking sweets go? For or with someone?) - These drabbles are all inspired by @kairaiimagines Christmas Alphabeth

Warnings: awfully sweet

Word count: 658

A/N: uhh... idk if other countries have stollen too. For those who don’t know what it is: it’s yeast dough with candid lemon peel, raisins and lots of Christmas-y spices and in some cases (as in this story) the dough can be rolled out, marzipan can be added, and then rolled back together. Add icing sugar after baking and tada. Super yummy.

“Quit it!” Annoyed you swatted Ryan’s hand away, who giggled gleefully, skipping away from the kitchen counter you were working at. “If you keep stealing marzipan, there’ll be nothing left for the stollen!”

“Aww,” he grinned, and approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you know I love marzipan.”

His hair tickled your neck. It had grown long these past months, and whenever your hands were not sticky from sugar and butter, you loved running them through his locks. You smiled as you felt him press his lips against the side of your neck.

“I do, and I also know that you love the marzipan stollen even more,” you shot back.

Ryan sighed and pulled away, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you.

“You’re cruel,” he whined, but at the same time you spotted his hand sneaking towards the bowl where you had prepared the raisins.

“Ryan,” you warned, unable to stop grinning.

“Just one?”

You rolled your eyes at him, and turned away from where you had weighted the right amounts of candid lemon peel and almonds. Grabbing the bag with the left over raisins you did not need for baking, you turned back to Ryan, who already extended his hands for them hopefully.

“One condition,” at the sound of your voice his dorky smile faltered a little, “you leave the rest of the ingredients alone. Or you won’t get any of the stollen this year and I’ll eat it all myself.”

Ryan’s eyes widened at the threat. He never quite knew when you were serious with these kinds of things. It intrigued him to no end, and made him love you even more, day by day. Was that even still possible at this point? Apparently.

“I promise,” he quickly nodded, and you had to hide your giggle at his seriousness.

You dropped the bag into his hands, and with a smile you watched him pull off the rubber band that closed the plastic bag, before he shoved his hand inside and pulled out a handful of the dried fruit. Putting the bag on the counter top, he picked a raisin between thumb and index finger, and brought it up to your lips. You smiled before opening your mouth, and letting him feed you the treat. He grinned and quickly kissed your lips, before you turned back to continue your work, now adding the different, missing ingredients, minus the marzipan, to the yeast dough, before rolling it out.

Ryan placed himself back against the kitchen counter and watched you work, later even helping rolling out the marzipan (you saw him steal a couple more pieces, but he did not have to know that), before you rolled the dough and the marzipan into the traditional stollen shape.

A couple of hours later, after the stollen had risen again, you had finally been able to put it into the oven, allowing yourself to settle on the sofa. The flat started smelling deliciously of baked yeast dough and Christmas.

Ryan had immediately cuddled into your side, the empty raisin bag discarded on the kitchen table. Since you had washed your hands, you ran them gently through Ryan’s hair, every now and then earning a content hum from him. He always got super affectionate around Christmas. Not that you minded, not in the least. You thought it was rather amusing, seeing your (usually rather independent) boyfriend turn into a little puppy, following you around everywhere. But you did not mind, not in winter, when it was cold and most of the time also dark outside, not when you felt like you needed someone by your side anyway. And even if that had not been the case, how could you say no to Ryan?

Tightening your embrace around him, you nuzzled your nose into his hair and inhaled his familiar smell. He smelled like safety, like home. Oh, you could not wait for Christmas to come this year.

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1 & 158 with (drumroll, because you would never have guessed) Ryan Seaman please, whenever you feel like writing it ^-^

Somebody Else

Pairing: Ryan Seaman x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @x-whyareyoureadingthis-xWord Count: ~1,100Author’s Note: So my original idea with these prompts was something angsty. But I couldn’t get anything going, so I was going to do something more like a romantic comedy, but I couldn’t really get that going either. Driving in the rain, listening to Jimmy Eat World and this just kinda came together. And then I named it after a 1975 song instead lol I don’t know. ANYWAY, here have some angst (and a photo I took because I can’t find any others I like better)

You made your way through the venue until you found your spot on the edge crowd. It was the same spot you always took when you went to see him play. Your heart pounded in time with the beat that he commanded, not noticing you standing there on his side. Uncertainty was creeping over you, second guessing whether or not you should be there at all when the song ended and he glanced your way. The grin on his face faltered for a moment, confusion clouding it. You looked down, feeling like you might be sick as the next song began and someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Are you (YN)?” The security guard asked and you nodded in response. “Ryan asked that you wait for him by the stage after the show.”

“I’ll be there.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think. The security guard nodded back at you and returned to his post.

The concert went by in a flash, your thoughts only half collected as you waited anxiously for the fans to filter out. You drew shaky breath after shaky breath as the security guards watched you, wondering what was going to happen next.

“(YN),” you heard him say and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“Hi Ryan,” you smiled shyly when you looked up at him. The look of confusion was still clear on his face.

“It’s been a while, I’m really surprised to see you here.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for just showing up out of the blue.”

He nodded. “How’ve you been?”

It felt like a punch to the gut that he could ask that so casually, like you were an acquaintance he happened to run into at the grocery store. Like there wasn’t history between you that ran deep through passionate sleepless nights, and days filled with laughter and love. You looked down at the floor, stained by years of spilled drinks and sweat. “Umm, that’s kinda why I’m here.”

When you finally looked back up at him, his confusion had melted into concern. “Yea?”

“Yea, umm, I decided to get some help. I realized that my fears were ruining every good thing I had going in my life. And I’m so sorry I had to put you through everything before I realized that. I miss you Ryan and you probably don’t care anymore, but I still love you.“

”(YN), I lo-“

“Ryan! There you are!” A cute blonde woman seemed to pop up out of nowhere and latched onto Ryan’s arm, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Who is this?”

“Just an old friend,” you replied before Ryan had a chance to respond. “I should get going, see ya around,” you said with a wave as you made your way out.

Once outside, every feeling you had bottled up hit you at once and a sob choked at your throat. You should have known he would move on. You should have known she would be cute and perfect and better than you in every single way. She probably didn’t pull away from him in the night the way you did, even though you didn’t understand why you were even doing it. She probably wouldn’t slip away without so much as a note because of the crushing fear of permanence weighing down. She probably was well-adjusted, she probably had a fulfilling career. She probably didn’t ever wander, lost in her own mind, looking for answers or something better because there was nothing better. She was everything Ryan deserved because she wasn’t you.

You weren’t sure how long it took you to regain your composure, but once you did, you started to make your way back to where your car was parked. ‘It’s better this way’ you repeated over and over in your mind.

“(YN) wait,” you heard Ryan call from behind you. You stopped and squeezed your eyes shut before turning around. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, reminding you how much you wanted to be anywhere but on this street, in this moment. “I never got to finish what I wanted to say.”

“You’re not in love with her, are you?” Again you were unable to stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth.

“No (YN). She’s someone I thought maybe I could love, but I know I never could because she isn’t you.”

Ryan’s words reverberated through your mind. ‘She isn’t you.’ A cold rain began to fall as another rumble of thunder broke the silence. “Me? I hurt you and you deserve better! Someone who doesn’t need help to recognize the best things in life and not leave them.”

Ryan shook his head as he took a step toward you. “Because I know you (YN). You told me about your fears of permanence and feeling trapt, but I still pushed and I’m sorry,” he said taking your hands in his. “And I realized that if you were ever going to come back, I would have to let you run.”

You swallowed hard and looked from his hands holding yours, up to his eyes. “I don’t wanna be alone, I want to be us again,” you said softly. The vulnerability of the statement tore at you. He could so easily walk away right now and leave you there broken, the same way you left him.

“You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, I’m always gonna be here,“ he replied, wrapping you tightly in a hug as you buried your face against the leather of his jacket, breathing in his familiar scent. The cold rain began to make you shiver. "I love you (YN), so so much.”

“I love you too, Ryan,” you replied looking up and finally he was smiling again.

He reached up and cupped your face between his large hands and kissed you. His lips moving against yours with a passion that you remembered, but it also felt renewed and charged by the longing by the months you had been away. You felt tears well up behind your closed eyelids as you pulled Ryan closer, trying to make up for every moment you had missed.

When you both finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours and the tears finally spilled down your cheeks, hidden by the rain that was falling even more steadily now.

“Do you wanna come home?” He asked softly.

You nodded. “Yea, I missed it,” you whispered.

“I missed you (YN),” Ryan smiled before leaning in and kissing you again.

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