Bucky paraded around the building like a supermodel, leaning on all sorts of furniture, dropping pens like there’s no tomorrow, and seductively licking his lips at any man in the Tower. It wasn’t long before the news spread and all of a sudden the intel team were getting visitors’ galore. For no other reason than to ogle Bucky’s (but effectively your) body.
Oh, he was striking you where it hurt the most - if he was happy to make a bimbo out of you then two can play this game!
so i’ve mentioned how my favorite thing is fake ah crew ryan being a complete dork masquerading as a badass, right
one night like way after midnight michael wakes up to the sound of loud, steady, insistent pounding at his door, and he’s up out of bed in his pajama bottoms with a gun in his hand before he even wakes up completely
and when he gets to the door he looks through the peephole and sees the fisheye lens version of ryan standing in the hall of his apartment building wearing his skull mask and looking generally creepy and imposing
so michael opens the door and for a moment there’s just this silence with michael holding the gun loosely at his side and ryan creepily silhouetted against the lights of the hallway, jacket spattered with deep red spots
and a list of things michael is expecting ryan to say, having come to his apartment in the middle of the night without warning covered in blood:
i need you to help me bury a body
i’m on the run from the cops
i’ve decided to kill you and everyone you love
but this is what ryan actually says, words muffled through his mask, body language abruptly sheepish: “i forgot to pay my bills this month and they shut off my water. can i use your shower?”
michael stares, and then he nods dumbly–what else can he do?–and ryan murmurs a thanks and pushes past him into the apartment.
later, ryan haywood is sitting in michael’s living room in a towel while his bloody clothes are spinning through the wash cycle
(“do you have a pair of sweats or something i could borrow,” ryan had asked when he came out of the bathroom
“sure,” michael had replied, and had then turned around and actually looked at ryan, towel around his waist, hair dripping, bare chest still slightly wet, upon which he’d blurted, “actually, no.”
“…you don’t have any spare clothes.”
“…okay…? i’ll just…hang on to the towel until my clothes are done, then?”
“that’d be great.”)
and after some awkward silence, michael says, “you know, you can probably set your bills up to auto pay,” and ryan blinks once and breathes out an oh that seems to carry the weight of a dozen forgotten months of water bill payments, what a fucking nerd.
“Hey, Vagabond. We’ve bought you a friend.” The police
officers sneered as they tossed Ray into the holding cell.
Ryan stood up, offering his hand to Ray. “You want to get
out of here?” Ryan smirked, raising his eyebrow mischievously. Ray nodded,
letting Ryan pull him to his feet. “Okay, just go with me here.” Before Ray
could ask what he meant, Ryan had lifted him off the ground; almost instinctively
Ray wrapped his legs around Ryan’s waist. Ryan kissed him, deep and passionate,
yet somehow gentle. Ray pulled away.
“At least buy me dinner first, Ryan, jeez.”
Ryan shrugged, breathing heavy. “Shut up and let me kiss you,”
he replied, tipping Ray’s head back to expose his neck. Ray closed his eyes, giving
himself over to the sensation of Ryan’s lips on his skin. The kiss probably didn’t
need to be this sloppy to get the officer’s attention, but Ray wasn’t complaining.
“Hey! Get off of each other!” One officer had stood up from
his desk, and Ray could hear footsteps from the hallway, signalling that more
officers would soon appear. The first officer was fumbling the key in the cell’s
lock, hands shaking in anger or embarrassment, and Ryan seized his chance. He dropped
Ray to his feet and threw all his weight against the cell door, trapping the
officer between it and the wall. He grabbed Ray’s hand, sprinting out of the
station towards the car park.
Ray had never seen Ryan this elated before, and he felt
something stir in his chest as they climbed into the cop car. Ryan fiddled with
the wires for a few seconds before the engine started to life, grinning at Ray
as he shifted it into drive. Swept away by Ryan’s smile, Ray leaned across the
seat and kissed Ryan again, genuine this time, for their eyes only. The kiss
was chaste, and Ray pulled away after only a moment, aware that they were being
“When we tell people how we met, that’s going to be our real
first kiss.” Ray said as the pair drove away from the police station.
((a anon asked me and here you go, also school au, : 3 i tried, help me ;___; ))
it was the beginning of a cold morning. Bryce was heading to school. he was the world’s biggest nerd. a freshman. he can’t help it, it was in his blood. to some he was a goody to shoes. always doing homework. always doing good things. just your normal kid.
Bryce enters the school and went to his locker. he opens it, getting some things out and ready for class. as he got his last book. his locker was slammed shut by a hand, making him jump and turn, seeing a certain senior smirking down at him playfully. “hey Brycey~”
Ryan smirks. he was a punk. a bad boy around the school yet he’s a senior. he also went by a nickname of Ohm and known with his famous Ω symbol on his cheek. they met through, Jonathan, another freshman as Bryce but ever since that day, Ryan would always corner the smaller male, flirting with him or just loves to tease the shit out of him. this has been happening since Bryce began school some months ago.
Bryce blushes deeply, Ryan’s hands on the lockers, no chance of escape at all. “R-Ryan, please, i need to get to class” the senior smirks, leaning down, making the other blush more. “awwww why hide the feeling Brycey? also wouldn’t help to be bad wouldn’t it?” he winks.
Bryce quickly hid his face with his books. “Ryan, just go away please” he wouldn’t lie, he felt attracted to the taller male. something about Ryan made the freshman weak to his knees and heart hammering in his chest quick. “c'mon Brycey, it will be fun, also the classes are annoying”
“only to you but not to me” Bryce stated, finally looking up at him. big mistake. because now he was staring into those eyes. those hazel brown eyes. he felt lost, trying to look away. Ryan held his stare, smug smirk. “look Brycey, admit it, you really like me don’t you?” he purrs.
before Bryce could said anything back, the bell rings. he quickly got passed the senior and quickly walked off, blushing mess. Ryan watches him leave and signs. he will get his freshman to be his. he decided to walk around, probably will get detention but whatever.
after some classes, Bryce was heading home. he got his things ready to go home and shut his locker door. he signs, blushes, thinking about this morning. how in the heck did he had to fall so hard? especially for a bad boy senior which was sexy as hell. he wanted to slap himself in the face for that.
he walked outside, his backpack on his shoulder. he looks around, looking for his friends, Jonathan or Minx, they normally walk home with him. but then he bumped into someone, making him step back quickly. “what the hell’s the happen with you?” a jockey on the football team glares at him.
“s-sorry i didn’t mean to-” Bryce tried to retreat but the jockey held him by the shoulder quickly, causing him to whimper loudly. “louder geek” the jockey was very pissed, smirking. “give me one reason not to beat your shitty face in? HUH?” he shook the smaller male, causing him to cry out to the grip on his shoulder tightening.
“HEY!” when the jockey turn around, he wasn’t fast enough to dodge a fist hitting him very hard in the face, knocking him to the ground, making him release Bryce. Bryce held his shoulder in pain. when he looked up, he saw a very pissed off Ryan, glaring coldly at the jockey.
the jockey got to his feet and glares. “what the hell do you want Ohm? can’t you see i was going to teach that nerd a reason of watching where he’s going” the jockey glares at Bryce but Ryan punches the jockey again. people surrounded them as Ryan was beating the shit out of the jockey.
“RYAN STOP!” Bryce shouted, grabbing the taller male from behind, his arms tightly around his waist, his eyes shut tightly. “please….stop” he spoke softly, teary eyes. Ryan pants hard, his knuckles bruised now. he signs, looking over his shoulder at the freshman and calm down.
Ryan grabs his hand, pulling him with him as another boy went to help the bloody jockey off the ground. Bryce was hurrying to catch up with Ryan, who was still pulling him down the streets. after a minute, they stopped at a park where Ryan signs and sits on a bench.
Bryce watches, frowns as he also sits. he looks over at the senior, seeing him watching the ground. hesitantly, he slowly reaches his hand up and places it on the other’s shoulder. “y-you okay?” he managed to said without stuttering. Ryan looks over at him and watches him, making him nervous. “R-Ryan?”
Ryan gently took his hand and held it gently, making Bryce blush to this. Ryan signs, nuzzles his face against the soft hand. “sorry….” the freshman was surprised. then he gently reaches out, hugging the taller male close. “don’t be. thank you” he held him close.
Ryan was surprised by the hug but he slowly hugs back, his arms around the other’s waist. they stay like that for some time. “you okay now?” Bryce asked. Ryan slowly nods. “yeah” then the freshman realize, the other’s face was against his neck and his neck was super sensitive.
Bryce slowly pulls back, or tried to, but Ryan still held his waist as he nuzzles his neck. Bryce blushes deeply. “R-Ryan, you can let go now” he whimpers cutely, feeling the taller male’s hot breath against his neck. “i don’t want to” he spoke softly, his lips inches from his neck but it felt like feathers against his neck.
the smaller male shuts his eyes tightly, his hands now holding onto his shoulders, blushing mess. he felt the senior pull back but still held his waist. “Brycey, open your eyes” Ryan whispers. “look at me” the way Ryan spoke in that gentle, sweet voice. the other slowly opened his eyes, blushing mess.
“fuck, you have no idea how adorable you are right now i could just kiss you” Ryan stated, blushing also. it was clear he had a light pink color to his cheeks while Bryce’s cheeks were painted red. he was shocked to hear this. he felt his heart going quickly in his chest, ramming against his ribs.
but Bryce saw Ryan standing up after releasing him. “never mind, anyway its a school day tomorrow, you should head home” Ryan spoke, starting to walk off. Bryce watches him walk. then he felt his body acted on his own, quickly getting up and rushes over, hugging the senior from behind.
“d-don’t go…..please” Bryce spoke softly, blushing mess, his hands gripping the front of the other’s shirt, holding onto him for dear life. Ryan was very surprised by this. then he gently held the freshman’s hands. “Bryce….if you don’t leave now, i will do something to make you un-comfy right now”
Bryce, determinate, walks in front of the bad boy and looks upwards at him. “then do it….because if you don’t, i will” Ryan growls softly, his hands gripping the other’s shoulder. the freshman felt a sting in his shoulder where the jockey had grabbed him but he ignored it.
Ryan slowly leans down, blushes softly. Bryce blushes, also leaning in slowly. Ryan decided to be a tease and stop just above Bryce’s lips, making the other whimper impatiently. “j-just kiss me” Bryce spoke out, standing on his tip toes now and that did it for Ryan.
he smashes their lips together in a gentle but very passionate kiss. Bryce slowly closes his eyes, his arms finding around the other’s neck as the senior held his waist more to his hips. Ryan gently moves his lips with his freshman, holding him close. Bryce made a soft moaning noise into the kiss.
he froze, hoping the other didn’t hear that. but he had no lock as he felt the taller male smirk. then Bryce felt something wet and very hot run across his lips. he shudders, gasp as he opens his mouth. Ryan’s tongue slowly slips into his mouth, tangling with his. their tongues wrestling each other as Bryce moans softly.
slowly they broke the long kissing, panting, mouths open, saliva connecting their tongues as they stare into each other’s eyes, both blushing deeply. Ryan then leans in and whispers against his ear. ‘i love you Bryce. i really do" he held him close. the smaller male blushes, slowly hugging his senior back. “i love you too Ryan” his forehead against his shoulder, both holding each other close.
“want to go out with me?” Ryan asked, looking into his eyes. Bryce blushes and smiles, he could get lost forever in those eyes. “sure” the senior grins. “good because i wasn’t going to leave you alone until you said yes. but then again i never leave you alone” the freshman giggles to this softly.
they looked at each other, leaning in for another kiss when a voice screams out to them “BRYCE MCQUAID, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!” the couple jumped to Jonathan’s voice screaming, looking for his friend. Bryce blushes deeply as he stutters. “i-i-i got to go” he blushes.
Ryan still held his hips as he smirks. “well i guess Jonny’s going to have to wait” Bryce gave a nervous laugh. “you know how he gets” Jonathan was like a mother hen if you picture it. Bryce frowns. “i should go before he starts a scene” Ryan chuckles. “didn’t he already just now?”
the senior slowly releases him. Bryce gave him a quick kiss to the cheek and runs off quickly to his angry friend, wondering where he had disappeared to and leaving him and Minx standing by their meet place. Bryce blushes, saying a excuse of seeing something, not telling them really that he was really making out with Ryan. he headed home with his friends, Ryan watching his freshman go as he smirks, doing a happy cheer that he got his Brycey now.
the next day, Bryce was walking to school with Jonathan, Minx and Evan. they were just chatting up a storm. Bryce wasn’t listening, his mind in the cloud. “hey, isn’t that Ohm?” Minx stated, everyone even Bryce looked. sure enough, Ryan was standing by the gate of the school, waiting.
“hey Brycey~” Ryan smirks. Bryce blushes and smiles, walking over, earning confused looks from his friends. “hello to you too Mr. Ohmwrecker” Ryan chuckles. “ready?” the other nods. “yeah” they slowly walked in, Ryan’s arms around the smaller male’s shoulder. Bryce head against the taller male’s shoulder, blushing deeply as they walked. Jonathan, Evan and Minx, still staying there, confused. they looked at each other. “did we fucking missed something?” Jonathan asked and Evan shrugs. “i don’t know”
Evan stretched and yawned lightly. He turned to his side, expecting his arms to hit another body but he was instead met with empty blankets that were still a little warm. Of course, Ohm had already gotten up. He was probably downstairs, maybe in the kitchen, or living room. Before Evan could investigate his theory though, a warm arm draped across his side.
He keeps edging him, but he refuses to let him cum so after a while he just kisses him all sweet and deep with light touches everywhere before thrusting into him out of fucking nowhere - 🐈
and brendons whimpering and moaning so so loud, he has his legs wrapped around ryans waist and he wants to touch himself so bad but his hands are tied. they’re constantly kissing and ryans slamming into him roughly, letting out low groans, “fuck, baby, you’re so good,” with one hand on brendons hip and the other still on his neck. brendon was hard before, but he feels like he’s at his breaking point now, begging to cum, but ryans telling him he has to wait like a good slut
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Vila wrapped her arms around Ryan’s waist and melted into his passionate kiss. There was something about his kisses that always made her feel like she was walking on air. Like any other time she liked taking things slow and deepened the kiss rubbing small circles on his lower back.