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Cry, baby
2 ReviewsIf your boyfriend is huddled on the floor in front of you, face hidden in his hands, sobbing his eyes out, how do you get the tears to stop?
If your boyfriend is huddled on the floor in front of you, face hidden in his hands, sobbing his eyes out, how do you get the tears to stop?
Well, you could bend down to his level, wrap your arms around him, gently stroke his hair and whisper reassurances in his ear.
Or you could tower above him, howl to wake the dead, make sure he knows how what a “pussy” he is for crying, threaten him to “man up” or you’ll leave and never come back, because you “can’t stand living with a god damn crybaby.” No, you don’t have to acknowledge the fact that the obscenities you’re screaming at the moment are making him cry, and not the fact that you just fought over going to dinner. It’s almost as if that fight is just a distant memory, and the only problem now is just you being (what some would call) a shitty, shitty boyfriend.
I’m not too sure how plan B would do any good, but apparently Brendon thought so, because right now he was God, and Ryan was a sinner, according to the Holy Bible of Brendon Urie. The first commandment: Thou shall not cry like little sissy.
“B-bren, please…” Ryan’s small, broken voice could barely be heard over Brendon’s thunderous roar.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, RYAN. YOU’RE TOO SENSITIVE. STOP CRYING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH.”
“Ple-as, st-top.”
“I CAN’T EVEN TALK TO YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON BECAUSE YOU GET ALL BUTTHURT ABOUT IT. WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU?”
“I d-don’t…”
“WHAT?”
“I-I-I…don’t kno-ow.”
Brendon sighed. “Whatever you little crybaby, I’m going to bed. You can sleep on the couch, or wherever. Just don’t follow me. I’m to tired to deal with your shit.”
He retreated to the bedroom, and made sure to slam the door behind him.
…
The next morning, Ryan was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t left a note or anything, but all his belongings, including his sidekick were still at the house, which meant that he hadn’t left for good. He’d be back. Brendon sat back on the couch and flipped on the T.V. He didn’t really care where Ryan was at the moment. He still didn’t feel like dealing with more of Ryan’s bullshit today. In fact, he was almost glad that he didn’t have to.
By 6:00pm, however, Ryan still hadn’t returned.
By 8:00, Brendon, though he didn’t want to admit it, had started to get just a tiny bit worried.
By 9:00, Brendon had gotten even more worried.
By 9:30, Brendon was really, really worried.
And by 10:00, Brendon decided to go look for Ryan.
As it turns out, he didn’t have to go far.
After about 5 minutes of driving, Brendon almost didn’t see the dark figure laying on the sidewalk. He didn’t want to believe that it could be Ryan. His mind told him “it’s not him, keep driving,” but his body wouldn’t let him, and he ultimately decided to go with his gut feeling and got out of the car. As he slowly approached the figure, it became clearer that it was a body. When he kneeled down beside it, he knew who it was, and could barely bring himself to turn the body over. But when he did, he almost threw up at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend’s face all bloody, bruised, and scraped. His lover’s eyes were closed, and if Brendon hadn’t checked his pulse and breathing, he would have thought Ryan was dead. The other boy’s wrist was limp, and Brendon could automatically tell it was broken, and he had to take Ryan to the hospital ASAP.
…
“Mmhmm Bb-ren?”
Brendon’s ears perked up at the almost inaudible voice that mumbled his name, and he turned his head to the backseat, where Ryan had been wrapped in a blanket and given Brendon’s hoodie as a pillow. Brendon couldn’t exactly stop the car and go back to comfort his boyfriend (which he so desperately wanted to do,) so he just had to settle for “it’s ok Ryry, we’re almost to the hospital. You’re going to be ok.” All he got in return was a quiet “mmk,” and Ryan drifted back to sleep. He couldn’t stay awake long enough to see the drops of water that started to pour from the sky, almost at the same time as the drops of water that began to pour from Brendon’s eyes.
…
Ryan was going to be fine.
They had to bandage his wrist and ribs (some of them were cracked) and clean up his face,
But he was going to be fine. Well, sore for a few days, but nothing really serious. Brendon had never been more relieved in his life. Ryan woke up about an hour and a half after being admitted to the hospital. The minute he opened his eyes, Brendon was at his side.
“Ryan…oh god baby, thank god you’re awake.”
Ryan looked around.
“What…B-bren, I th-thought y-you…mad…”
Brendon put a finger to his lover’s lips and gently ran his fingers through his hair. “Shh, it’s ok baby, I’m not mad. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry. So, so sorry…”
It was only then that Ryan noticed that Brendon’s eyes were red and puffy, and there were dried tearstains on his cheeks.
“Sweetie,” Brendon tried to keep his voice soft and quiet, so he wouldn’t scare Ryan, “what happened. Who did this to you?”
Ryan thought back, and suddenly it all came flooding back to him.
“I d-decided to take a w-walk to b-b-blow off steam, a-and then there were these g-g-guys, and they started calling me names and I tried to run away but th-the-they…”
Ryan had been trying so hard not to cry during the story, but now he just couldn’t help it. He broke down, helplessly sobbing, and then began to cry harder, realizing that Brendon saw him crying. Brendon was going to get mad. He was going to yell…
But Brendon didn’t get mad. He didn’t yell. Instead, he took Ryan into his arms, and gently rubbed soothing circles on Ryan’s back. “It’s ok, angel.” He whispered. Ryan buried his face in Brendon’s chest. “You’re going to be fine. Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again…including me.” Ryan looked up at Brendon with those big, caramel colored eyes, except now they were red, puffy and had tears spilling out. The sight almost made Brendon start crying on the spot. “R-really?” He asked? Brendon bent down and kissed his little angel on the forehead. “Really.” He reassured him. “I’m so, so sorry about before, I shouldn’t have yelled at you…I’ll never make you cry again. I promise. I love you too much to make you cry.” Ryan smiled and buried his face back in Brendon’s chest. “I love you too Brenny” was muffled by Brendon’s shirt, but he still heard it. He kissed the top of Ryan’s head and continued to stroke his back and hair, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and it only took about a minute for Ryan to stop crying before he fell asleep.
See, Brendon, how much more effective plan A is?
A/N: so yeah, I haven't updated Fire Back on Your tougne for like, 4 monthes, and I deeply, deeply apologize. I've been busy, but I WILL add another chapter on Monday. I promise. If i forget, feel free to hunt me down and lynch me from a tree. In the meantime, however, I leave you with this oneshot. I wrote it in like, 10 minutes, I kind of hate it, but w/e.
Well, you could bend down to his level, wrap your arms around him, gently stroke his hair and whisper reassurances in his ear.
Or you could tower above him, howl to wake the dead, make sure he knows how what a “pussy” he is for crying, threaten him to “man up” or you’ll leave and never come back, because you “can’t stand living with a god damn crybaby.” No, you don’t have to acknowledge the fact that the obscenities you’re screaming at the moment are making him cry, and not the fact that you just fought over going to dinner. It’s almost as if that fight is just a distant memory, and the only problem now is just you being (what some would call) a shitty, shitty boyfriend.
I’m not too sure how plan B would do any good, but apparently Brendon thought so, because right now he was God, and Ryan was a sinner, according to the Holy Bible of Brendon Urie. The first commandment: Thou shall not cry like little sissy.
“B-bren, please…” Ryan’s small, broken voice could barely be heard over Brendon’s thunderous roar.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, RYAN. YOU’RE TOO SENSITIVE. STOP CRYING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH.”
“Ple-as, st-top.”
“I CAN’T EVEN TALK TO YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON BECAUSE YOU GET ALL BUTTHURT ABOUT IT. WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU?”
“I d-don’t…”
“WHAT?”
“I-I-I…don’t kno-ow.”
Brendon sighed. “Whatever you little crybaby, I’m going to bed. You can sleep on the couch, or wherever. Just don’t follow me. I’m to tired to deal with your shit.”
He retreated to the bedroom, and made sure to slam the door behind him.
…
The next morning, Ryan was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t left a note or anything, but all his belongings, including his sidekick were still at the house, which meant that he hadn’t left for good. He’d be back. Brendon sat back on the couch and flipped on the T.V. He didn’t really care where Ryan was at the moment. He still didn’t feel like dealing with more of Ryan’s bullshit today. In fact, he was almost glad that he didn’t have to.
By 6:00pm, however, Ryan still hadn’t returned.
By 8:00, Brendon, though he didn’t want to admit it, had started to get just a tiny bit worried.
By 9:00, Brendon had gotten even more worried.
By 9:30, Brendon was really, really worried.
And by 10:00, Brendon decided to go look for Ryan.
As it turns out, he didn’t have to go far.
After about 5 minutes of driving, Brendon almost didn’t see the dark figure laying on the sidewalk. He didn’t want to believe that it could be Ryan. His mind told him “it’s not him, keep driving,” but his body wouldn’t let him, and he ultimately decided to go with his gut feeling and got out of the car. As he slowly approached the figure, it became clearer that it was a body. When he kneeled down beside it, he knew who it was, and could barely bring himself to turn the body over. But when he did, he almost threw up at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend’s face all bloody, bruised, and scraped. His lover’s eyes were closed, and if Brendon hadn’t checked his pulse and breathing, he would have thought Ryan was dead. The other boy’s wrist was limp, and Brendon could automatically tell it was broken, and he had to take Ryan to the hospital ASAP.
…
“Mmhmm Bb-ren?”
Brendon’s ears perked up at the almost inaudible voice that mumbled his name, and he turned his head to the backseat, where Ryan had been wrapped in a blanket and given Brendon’s hoodie as a pillow. Brendon couldn’t exactly stop the car and go back to comfort his boyfriend (which he so desperately wanted to do,) so he just had to settle for “it’s ok Ryry, we’re almost to the hospital. You’re going to be ok.” All he got in return was a quiet “mmk,” and Ryan drifted back to sleep. He couldn’t stay awake long enough to see the drops of water that started to pour from the sky, almost at the same time as the drops of water that began to pour from Brendon’s eyes.
…
Ryan was going to be fine.
They had to bandage his wrist and ribs (some of them were cracked) and clean up his face,
But he was going to be fine. Well, sore for a few days, but nothing really serious. Brendon had never been more relieved in his life. Ryan woke up about an hour and a half after being admitted to the hospital. The minute he opened his eyes, Brendon was at his side.
“Ryan…oh god baby, thank god you’re awake.”
Ryan looked around.
“What…B-bren, I th-thought y-you…mad…”
Brendon put a finger to his lover’s lips and gently ran his fingers through his hair. “Shh, it’s ok baby, I’m not mad. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry. So, so sorry…”
It was only then that Ryan noticed that Brendon’s eyes were red and puffy, and there were dried tearstains on his cheeks.
“Sweetie,” Brendon tried to keep his voice soft and quiet, so he wouldn’t scare Ryan, “what happened. Who did this to you?”
Ryan thought back, and suddenly it all came flooding back to him.
“I d-decided to take a w-walk to b-b-blow off steam, a-and then there were these g-g-guys, and they started calling me names and I tried to run away but th-the-they…”
Ryan had been trying so hard not to cry during the story, but now he just couldn’t help it. He broke down, helplessly sobbing, and then began to cry harder, realizing that Brendon saw him crying. Brendon was going to get mad. He was going to yell…
But Brendon didn’t get mad. He didn’t yell. Instead, he took Ryan into his arms, and gently rubbed soothing circles on Ryan’s back. “It’s ok, angel.” He whispered. Ryan buried his face in Brendon’s chest. “You’re going to be fine. Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again…including me.” Ryan looked up at Brendon with those big, caramel colored eyes, except now they were red, puffy and had tears spilling out. The sight almost made Brendon start crying on the spot. “R-really?” He asked? Brendon bent down and kissed his little angel on the forehead. “Really.” He reassured him. “I’m so, so sorry about before, I shouldn’t have yelled at you…I’ll never make you cry again. I promise. I love you too much to make you cry.” Ryan smiled and buried his face back in Brendon’s chest. “I love you too Brenny” was muffled by Brendon’s shirt, but he still heard it. He kissed the top of Ryan’s head and continued to stroke his back and hair, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and it only took about a minute for Ryan to stop crying before he fell asleep.
See, Brendon, how much more effective plan A is?
A/N: so yeah, I haven't updated Fire Back on Your tougne for like, 4 monthes, and I deeply, deeply apologize. I've been busy, but I WILL add another chapter on Monday. I promise. If i forget, feel free to hunt me down and lynch me from a tree. In the meantime, however, I leave you with this oneshot. I wrote it in like, 10 minutes, I kind of hate it, but w/e.
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