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Title: We're Not On The Map But We're On Our Way Author: arctic_grey Rating: NC-17 Pairing: GSF POV: 3rd Word count: ~21,500 Summary: "It's amazing how... how you can have everything and the next day it's just... gone. You're left drifting," Ryan whispers. They are running, hiding, escaping. They are four strangers in a car, and they don't know where they're going. Beta: taketakeudown, who deserves awesome points for betaing this entire story. Thank you so, so much! xxxxx Disclaimer: Not real, never happened. Title stolen from my friend's poem and used with her kind permission. Author Notes: Thanks to babycomeback2me for the kick ass banner! Never had a banner before! So exciting! This is the result of a maniac three-day writing session. I was cooking one day and I just got this vision as I stood there, hands covered in flour: Jon standing on the side of the road with an old car next to him, the lonely, cool wind brushing his hair. After that, this story took a life of its own. I really, really like this, so I hope you'll enjoy it.

Just a list of ChanBaek fanfics that I've read and I think people should read too... part 2! Don't know what to read: check this list. ♡ ChanBaek NOT WATTPAD FICS (AFF, AO3, LiveJournal...)

The Disneyland parade has evolved into an all-singing, all-dancing extravaganza and Brendon wants to be part of it. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of opportunities for the guy who sells knick-knacks by the park gates. Enter Ryan, the parade's current star attraction, who might just have a plan to get Brendon everything he always wanted. (jacqui-hw on livejournal)

Yu Takami. Best known as The Greatest Musician ,but cold (no one knows why) He's also handsome -super- But, I'm just a reporter. Who would say I have a change ? Well at least that's what I thought ... *sighs* Well I'll tell you my story ...on how I met Mr.Cold

Disclaimer: None of the fics in this book are mine. As the title says.

Fic recommendations of EXO .... I'LL BE RECOMMENDING EXO FANFICTION IVE READ AND THINK THEY ARE WORTH READING SHIPS INCLUDED, CHANBAEK SEBAEK SEKAI KAISOO XIUCHEN CHANSOO SESO BAEKXING . . . ....... YEAH.. AND MAYBE ALL IDK

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Stories here are not mine. Credits to all those wonderful owners. I love you all and your oh so amazing imaginations! T.T

Band(s): Panic at the Disco 
 Pairing(s): Brendon/Ryan (past Brendon/Jon) 
 Word Count: 20,060
 Rating/Warnings: R/NC-17 (brief explicit scenes, underage drinking, slight drug mentions) Summary:

Brendon's good at math. Ryan isn't. In fact, Ryan's so bad, he needs a tutor. In fact, his tutor is Brendon. This, of course, leads to weekly meetings, but sushi breaks and local concerts follow, to costume parties and beer pong, first dates and thanksgiving break, and more than Ryan could've thought possible from someone with a stack of books that thick. {not mine, this all belongs to bestthingaround on livejournal}

She tossed her book bag onto the bed and walked over to what they had turned into the kitchen area of the room. She grabbed a pack of ramen and filled a plastic bowl with hot water from the coffee maker. She stirred in the packed of flavor and walked over to the built in desk on the far end of the room. She grabbed her laptop and opened up her socials when a chat box popped up. Phil: "Hey C, your ramen ready yet?" Caelee: "Am I really that predictable???" Phil: "Well I don't know if you got chicken flavor or beef?" Caelee: "Neither! Shrimp!" Phil: "Oh, look at you, Miss spontaneous!" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Not expecting anyone for another hour Caelee jumped up and started to panic.

I'm 20, I'm depressed and I can't keep a journal. So I decided to keep a live one here for nobody in particular. Read at your own risk 🤷

Title: Boston Author: poisontrees Rating: R Pairing: Brendon/Ryan POV: First, Brendon Summary: The day I found my sister in the bathtub dead was the day I met Ryan Ross. {not mine. this all belongs to poisiontrees on livejournal. i'm just sharing this beautiful story to all of you} {also this story has mentions of suicide and a lot of other things. this is a pretty dark fic so be warned}

Just a list of ChanBaek fics that I've read and I think people should read too. Don't know what to read: check this list. ♡ ChanBaek MAINLY AFF, AO3, LiveJournal... (some authors also have user and their fics in wattpad)

Every poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.

In which Brendon cleans the apartment of published author Ryan Ross to finance his college studies, and Spencer opens up an Indian style café and hires Jon to brew his fair trade coffee. Excerpt: Brendon sorts through Ryan's bathroom utensils while Nirvana is blasting from the speakers in the living room. Two tubes of toothpaste join a peaceful parade next to lip balm, moisturizing cream, aftershave and eyeliner that appears to have dried up. It honestly wouldn't have taken Spencer's insinuation to figure out that Ryan's not entirely straight. To be fair, the lube in the bedroom drawer was a tiny clue, too, and yes, Brendon might have been snooping just a little. Anyone who's in the middle of reading Ryan's book would be curious, and Brendon's especially curious where Ryan hides all the drugs he must have been doing during the writing process, churning out page after page when he was only nineteen. Against the background of Behind the Sea, it's also easier to make sense of the scribbled notes Ryan leaves lying around, the tone and particular way in which Ryan phrases things slightly more familiar. Some of them have Brendon's fingers itching with music. Ryan's writing is even more lyrical when it's torn out of context, isn't bundled up neatly within a chapter. Brendon refrains. It's really not his place to leave a mark like that on things he's merely supposed to straighten up. Link to the original story: http://zarah5.livejournal.com/35320.html

An experience; continually pushing at the constraints of social acceptability; being true to my own nature. I will not apologize.