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  • jen_atthedisco

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    October 31st, 2013 at 04:24pm
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    This one shot i just
    October 31st, 2013 at 04:24pm
  • Lyajen

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    Oh god. My emotions.
    My heart felt that.
    October 7th, 2013 at 08:15am
  • Elephant PJs

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    So I've come to the conclusion that your best sentences are currently your last ones. Seriously. But I won't quote that one because spoilers and all that.

    The relationship in this felt so delicate and just sore. As in there was a tightening in my chest as I read all those little actions of Ryan's and understood all those contradicting feelings of his.

    Brendon touches like it hurts him to be wrong about Ryan.

    This line sums up the whole piece I think. It hurts, it's romantic and it's just devastating.

    The sex was hot but at the same time, it was really sad. Like, I felt it in my heart rather than in my pants lmfao

    a long, sick moment

    Yeah, that's what their whole relationship feels like on Ryan's end. It's depressing and hollow.

    It's all just tragically beautiful really.

    I like it Weird
    March 9th, 2013 at 09:49am
  • What...

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    And every time Brendon touches him his skin burns, blistering against his chest when he’s pressed against him, searing when their feet tangle under the sheets.
    Ryden porn baby. Your origins Cry

    I'M SO PROUD OF YOU Cry Cry Cry

    Ryan doesn’t touch him once they fall asleep, but he wakes up with Brendon’s skin sticking to his and his arms wrapped around Ryan like even in unconsciousness he can’t let go.
    THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T TAKE IT. Cry In Love

    Ryan reaches over and takes Brendon’s glasses in hand, passes them to him with another shrug. Brendon smiles a little dopily. It makes Ryan’s ribcage tighten in this painful fucking way.
    He's so in love. You do things to me Tracy. Subtle things that stab me like knives

    It makes Ryan turn away when all he wants to do is stay.
    Why doesn't he want to love him Tracy? How do you say things that mean other things and make me UNDERSTAND?! HOW ARE YOU REAL?

    “Ryan, fucking. Just stay for once. Jesus.”

    He’s smiling but God couldn’t hide the desperation in his voice.

    Brendon loves him Sad Just wants to love Ryan but Ryan is just going around and stabbing me with knives

    “You want to fuck me,” Brendon states, and it’s not a question because he knows the answer.

    I would like to join that club please Weird

    His grin is less forced when Ryan lets himself fall backwards, legs still hanging off the side of the bed. He crawls until he’s on top of Ryan and Ryan can kiss the smile right from his mouth. GOD WOULD THEY JUST ADOPT SOME CHINESE BABIES BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO?!

    Brendon touches like it hurts him to be wrong about Ryan.

    It's okay bb Cry Helen's here. In Love

    OH THE PORN. THE PORN IS PORNY TRACY, AND IF I WAS STILL CONSIDERED CLASSY BY YOU I PROBS WOULDN'T QUOTE IT BUT YOU KNOW TOO MUCH SO HERE I GO.

    “Ryan.”
    He comes like that, with Brendon under him and around him, breathing the same air, feeding the same sensation until he can barely hold himself up.


    YOU JUST LOVE EACH OTHER CAN YOU HUG PLEASE?

    “Fuck,” he mumbles, and can hear Brendon’s somber laugh next to him.

    “Yeah,” Brendon agrees, his fingers playing with the mess on his stomach idly, his voice far away.
    Cause they love each other. THAT'S WHAT THIS MEANS RIGHT?! RIGHT?!

    "I should," he starts, looking towards the door, and Brendon's breath hitches. Ryan wants to leave, but Brendon moves, his gaze shifting to the ceiling, and fucking tears roll down the sides of his face, seeping darkly into the blue of his sheets.

    WHY DOES THIS HURT? YOU KNOW WHAT IT HURTS LIKE TRACY? IT HURTS LIKE knives


    Ryan watches for a long, sick moment before he sits up, doesn’t wait for Brendon to react, just grabs his jeans from the floor and heads out the door.

    He calls out, “I’m going to shower,” and walks home instead.


    excuse me gotta go bleed out from all this stabbing. Cry Cry Cry
    March 9th, 2013 at 05:53am