#ryanthepowerbottomguy

Okay so you BET this man goes through a TONNE of options - there’s the obvious angel costume but he doesn’t like the wings, the devil outfit but the horns don’t fit quite right - there’s your normal cop and your naughty cop and Ryan’s not…against the handcuffs, honestly. And are those trousers - latex? 

(He scrolls past a maid outfit online and knows that it would send Jeremy into hysterics and he’d probably laugh so hard he cries. Ryan’s tempted to get it just for that, but the price tag isn’t worth it.) 

YOU GOT 

YOUR WITCH/WIZARD OUTFITS. With a velvet cape and glittery booty shorts and sure, Ryan’s dating a guy who once dyed his hair purple and orange but Ryan’s got some dignity left. He hopes. 

He’s briefly torn between horror nurse and naughty nurse - the only difference is that instead of blood stains, the naughty one has an open top and suspiciously tight trousers. They would make his ass look great. 

A S S L E S S  C H A P S. 

Sexy superheroes? Ryan takes one look at the Batman booty shorts and immediately closes the page. 

He’s not sure if he can make a zombie sexy like Meg can, but he could pull off vampire, he thinks. Remembers that time he accidentally bit Jeremy’s shoulder and Jeremy came right then and there. 

THE SEXY PUMPKIN COSTUME. It’s even got a fucking hat. 

SEXY SKELETON. (There’s a naughty skeleton version which also has a dick bone but that’s just too inaccurate for Ryan - dicks don’t even have bones.) 

He eventually goes back to the  a s s l e s s  c h a p s  and he finds a matching hat (not Jeremy’s) and even a little sheriff badge he can stick on the waistband. 

And he feels more than a little ridiculous changing into it on the night of Halloween, after trick-or-treaters have gone by and while the house parties blast into the midnight hours - when he knows Jeremy’s munching through all the leftover Paydays probably without even taking his Dracula fangs out and has no fucking clue what Ryan’s about to walk out in. 

Jeremy’s fangs fall out of his gaping mouth when he looks at Ryan. 

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“Hey, Rye.” Jeremy called out happily.

Ryan looked up from the show he was watching – some mindless soap opera in a language he didn’t actually understand but for some reason he was incredibly invested in – and smiled at his boyfriend walking in.

When Jeremy got closer, Ryan’s smile dropped and his own greeting died on his lips, rapidly replaced with a very concerned, “Jesus fucking Christ, Jeremy.”

Jeremy tried to give him a sheepish grin but the action only made him wince.

Ryan have a long-suffering sigh, rubbing a hand down his tired face. He patted the spot next to him expectantly.

“Alright, who gave you that black eye? ”

Before Jeremy could answer, Ryan caught sight of Gavin walking by quickly, sporting a similar bruise and dried blood trailing from what looked like a very broken nose.

Ryan looked back at Jeremy and sighed again, because, really, he should have guessed.

“What The fuck did you guys even do while you were out?”

“The less you know is probably for the better, honestly.” Jeremy shrugged.

Ryan didn’t have an argument for that one. Still…

“Y’know,” he started, “when they say an eye for an eye, they generally don’t mean it quite so literal.” Ryan laughed at Jeremy’s pout.

(this is super fluffy and i’m only a little bit sorry)

who’s the cuddler: ryan, but he’s a little shy about it. like jeremy’s tactile as hell, will bump hips with ryan and tug on his ponytail in public and all that, but he’s not the one that initiates cuddling in bed. meanwhile ryan wants cuddling like an addict wants a fix, but he kind of beats around the bush about it. subtly getting closer to jeremy in bed, touches his right knee to jeremy’s left one, all small movements until jeremy huffs out a laugh and half-tackles him underneath the covers.

who makes the bed: both of them, usually! they’ll take turns or do it together. but one time jeremy was refusing to get up like a grump, and ryan finally just started making the bed around jeremy’s body until jeremy finally got up, giggling like an idiot

who wakes up first: ryan, but he’s usually half-catatonic, so jeremy’s the one who gets up later and makes the coffee and some toast and brings it out to the balcony where ryan is squinting at the sunrise.

who has the weird taste in music: j e r e m y. ryan’s lost track of the number of obscure songs he somehow knows all the words to. they’ll hear a random riff coming from someone else’s car and jeremy will burst into song while ryan sinks down in his seat and hastily rolls the windows up.

who is more protective: listen they’re both the personification of don’t you touch my precious cinnamon roll and it’s hilarious

who sings in the shower: jeremy! ryan grumbles about how the hell can anybody be that cheerful in the morning and jeremy just sings louder. he also has rap battles with himself.

who cries during movies: both, but jeremy’s always the first to go. once he starts sniffling, it’s all waterworks for ryan. boys pls.

who spends the most while out shopping: oh god, ryan. but it’s always stuff for jeremy. like hey, look at this hat! jeremy would like that and jeremy likes this kind of juice and jeremy needs a new car and jeremy jeremy jeremy heart eyes motherfucker

who kisses more roughly: jeremy, and it’s entirely because he loves dragging noises out of ryan, and ryan is forever embarrassed about it, and jeremy is forever delighted.

who is more dominate: ryan kind of loves the fact that jeremy can pick him up and toss him onto the bed without breaking a sweat tbh.