Lullaby [5/20]
Title: Lullaby
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore Who beta'd for me.
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underthegun338
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shaggiethegreat
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The Love We Have Is Strong
I Was Constructed For You
I'll Love You No Matter What
Baby You're The One For Me
You've been sick for a week. Brendon went to his therapy session yesterday without you, even though you threw a fit saying you're okay to go, and he's next door right now. You don't mind that he's not hanging around you, because you definitely don't want him to get sick; you just mind that he's avoiding you. This morning when you went to get breakfast, he said he had things to do and walked out.
That's okay, though, because you're laying in bed again. You want this to be over with soon. You hate wasting the day away due to being in bed. Especially when it's been nice out like it has been. Not too cold, not too hot; perfect.
"Ry, I'm home!" you hear Brendon call out. "Where are you?"
"Bed," you yell back. It hurts your throat and it probably wasn't a good idea.
"Well I went to the store and got you something," he says as he walks through the door. He's carrying a bag from Target in one hand, and a bag with food, you guess, in the other.
"What?" you ask.
Out of the bag with food, he pulls out a box. "It's a few rolls and a cup of soup. I thought maybe you'd be hungry."
"I thought you went next door."
"I did for a minute, but then I thought of you."
"Thanks, baby," you say with a smile as you take the food from his grasp.
"And," he says, pulling something out of the other bag. "I got you, us kinda, something else."
"What?" you ask with questionable eyes. You watch as he pulls whatever he bought the rest of the way out of the bag.
"Flowers? You you got me flowers?"
"And," he says, obviously pulling something else out. "Another cat."
Oh my fucking God, you think. You have one, why on earth would you want another? He sets her down and she immediately jumps in your lap. She's sort of gorgeous, you think, because she's completely black with one white stripe going down her back. Kind of like a race car. "What's her name?" you ask, finally.
"I, uh. I'm actually out of ideas," Brendon confesses. Midnight comes into the room, jumping on the bed with the new cat and smelling her. Maybe Brendon was right when he said the cat was a lesbian.
"Are you sure it's not a skunk?"
"Ryan! Of course it's not a skunk!"
"Okay, well I have a name."
"What?"
"Stripes."
And it was final. Now there was Ryan, Brendon, Midnight, and Stripes. Kind of like a family, but not all human. Oh God, you think. What if you two become like that old lady who loves cats, but you're a couple. You definitely don't want that, so you're avoiding it at all costs.
Brendon strips down to his boxers and climbs in the bed with you and the two cats. He crawls under the covers and lays his head on your bare, thin chest. You place your arm under his head, and Stripes lays in the gap between your arm and his head, slowly falling asleep.
"Aww," Brendon whispers, trying to not to wake her up. You lean over a little and kiss his lips. He's not worried about getting sick anymore obviously, so he opens his mouth a little for you. It's been a while since you've done this with him.
You pull away and he closes his eyes. "Night," you whisper, but he's already asleep.
----
It's been one week since you got Stripes, and she's just what you needed. You feel much better, and just in time for Brendon's second therapy session. You decided to drive, and that's what you're doing now. One more left turn and you'll be back at the place you and Brendon will get to know a little better every week.
As you walk through the door, you're told you need to sign in and wait in the chairs. Dr. Kingston has another client at the moment. Client? What the fuck? You thought they were called patients? Whatever, it doesn't matter.
"Mr. and... Mr. Urie."
You laugh a little on the inside, because when the woman saying your names said two misters, she had a look of disgust on her face. Stupid homophobe, you think.
"Mr. Urie, I see you're feeling better," he says, nodding in your direction.
"Yeah, but, how--?"
"Brendon told me. Are we ready to start today's session?"
"Yeah," Brendon says. You zone out, thinking you won't be asked questions because this just isn't your session, so you listen to Brendon.
"How are we feeling?"
"Great."
"Any fights between you and Ryan?"
"None, actually. I just bought him another cat."
"Really? What did you two name it?"
"Stripes. Ryan thought of it. She's really adorable."
"I bet. Have you been taking your medicine?"
"Yep."
"Any side-effects I should know about?"
"Not really. They work great, actually."
"Have you talked to this, Jon, lately?"
"No, but I'm trying to move on. I'd rather not talk about it at the moment, so if you could please not bring it up."
"Brendon, this is therapy. I'm trying to know what you're thinking and I need to know everything."
"Please, stop," Brendon says through a closed mouth.
"Okay, if you won't talk then we're not having our hour long session today. You're free to go."
You don't think it's fair that just because Brendon won't talk about Jon that they can't have a session. "Uh, may I ask why this can't be continued?" You ask, butting in.
"This is a recovery process, Mr. Urie, and without Brendon's help there's no recovery."
"Just because he won't talk about Jon there's nothing else to talk about? Give him time and he'll talk."
"He needs to talk now and get it out."
By this point, Brendon's left you room and you're so, so close to just punching the doctor and leaving. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, but Brendon and I won't be back. You can count on that. We'll find someone else who isn't such a bitch." You walk out, leaving him with a look of shock plastered on his face.
Brendon's in the car by the time you get out of that place. "We're not coming back," you say to him. A look of joy creeps onto his face, only to be drawn away by another fact.
"So that means a new doctor?"
"And a new diagnosis. It's possible you're not bipolar at all, or depressed; just going through hard times. It's possible that the medicine you're taking could fuck you up seriously if you don't need them."
"So I can stop taking the medicine?"
"Until we see the new doctor."
"I love you," he says as you're driving down the street.
"I love you too." You set your hand inside his as he leans back in his seat and falls asleep. Obviously fighting takes a lot out of the poor boy.
-----
It takes you two weeks to find another doctor, and within those two weeks, Brendon's not had one mood swing. He also hasn't been taking the medicine. You think you were right; he isn't depressed just emotional for the time being.
"Ry," he whispers in your ear. It's three in the morning, but you're not asleep. You haven't been able to sleep because you haven't been tired. "Ry, I can't sleep."
"Me either," you say, rolling away to look at him. The window is your room is uncovered tonight, and the moonlight is falling on his face, making him look even more beautiful than he already is.
"What are we gonna do, then?"
"Huh?"
"Since neither of us can sleep, can we go to the lake out back?"
"Sure, but bring a couple of blankets. I'm sure it's freezing outside."
He nods and takes Midnight off this chest, climbing out of bed and grabbing two thick blankets from the hall closet. You follow him, both of you wearing nothing but boxers. He opens the apartment door and starts to head down while you lock the door.
He beats you to the lake where he's already laid one blanket on the ground and is under the other. You crawl underneath and he immediately snuggles into you, trying to create body heat in the freezing temperature. Maybe you should have brought three blankets instead of two, because this one and body heat definitely aren't working for you.
But Brendon's already half-asleep. He's laid his head on your shoulder, wrapped his arms around you, and put his face in your neck. You pull the covers up a little bit more, just so they'll cover your face, before you start to drift asleep too.
~~~
Sorry this is so late. And because of it's lateness, I added to it. Everything in the third section was written last night. I don't really have much to say so, thanks for reading and PLEASE comment. It means a lot. :] <3
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore Who beta'd for me.
tailover5
underthegun338
nerdxvomit
shaggiethegreat
First five to comment. :]
The Love We Have Is Strong
I Was Constructed For You
I'll Love You No Matter What
Baby You're The One For Me
You've been sick for a week. Brendon went to his therapy session yesterday without you, even though you threw a fit saying you're okay to go, and he's next door right now. You don't mind that he's not hanging around you, because you definitely don't want him to get sick; you just mind that he's avoiding you. This morning when you went to get breakfast, he said he had things to do and walked out.
That's okay, though, because you're laying in bed again. You want this to be over with soon. You hate wasting the day away due to being in bed. Especially when it's been nice out like it has been. Not too cold, not too hot; perfect.
"Ry, I'm home!" you hear Brendon call out. "Where are you?"
"Bed," you yell back. It hurts your throat and it probably wasn't a good idea.
"Well I went to the store and got you something," he says as he walks through the door. He's carrying a bag from Target in one hand, and a bag with food, you guess, in the other.
"What?" you ask.
Out of the bag with food, he pulls out a box. "It's a few rolls and a cup of soup. I thought maybe you'd be hungry."
"I thought you went next door."
"I did for a minute, but then I thought of you."
"Thanks, baby," you say with a smile as you take the food from his grasp.
"And," he says, pulling something out of the other bag. "I got you, us kinda, something else."
"What?" you ask with questionable eyes. You watch as he pulls whatever he bought the rest of the way out of the bag.
"Flowers? You you got me flowers?"
"And," he says, obviously pulling something else out. "Another cat."
Oh my fucking God, you think. You have one, why on earth would you want another? He sets her down and she immediately jumps in your lap. She's sort of gorgeous, you think, because she's completely black with one white stripe going down her back. Kind of like a race car. "What's her name?" you ask, finally.
"I, uh. I'm actually out of ideas," Brendon confesses. Midnight comes into the room, jumping on the bed with the new cat and smelling her. Maybe Brendon was right when he said the cat was a lesbian.
"Are you sure it's not a skunk?"
"Ryan! Of course it's not a skunk!"
"Okay, well I have a name."
"What?"
"Stripes."
And it was final. Now there was Ryan, Brendon, Midnight, and Stripes. Kind of like a family, but not all human. Oh God, you think. What if you two become like that old lady who loves cats, but you're a couple. You definitely don't want that, so you're avoiding it at all costs.
Brendon strips down to his boxers and climbs in the bed with you and the two cats. He crawls under the covers and lays his head on your bare, thin chest. You place your arm under his head, and Stripes lays in the gap between your arm and his head, slowly falling asleep.
"Aww," Brendon whispers, trying to not to wake her up. You lean over a little and kiss his lips. He's not worried about getting sick anymore obviously, so he opens his mouth a little for you. It's been a while since you've done this with him.
You pull away and he closes his eyes. "Night," you whisper, but he's already asleep.
----
It's been one week since you got Stripes, and she's just what you needed. You feel much better, and just in time for Brendon's second therapy session. You decided to drive, and that's what you're doing now. One more left turn and you'll be back at the place you and Brendon will get to know a little better every week.
As you walk through the door, you're told you need to sign in and wait in the chairs. Dr. Kingston has another client at the moment. Client? What the fuck? You thought they were called patients? Whatever, it doesn't matter.
"Mr. and... Mr. Urie."
You laugh a little on the inside, because when the woman saying your names said two misters, she had a look of disgust on her face. Stupid homophobe, you think.
"Mr. Urie, I see you're feeling better," he says, nodding in your direction.
"Yeah, but, how--?"
"Brendon told me. Are we ready to start today's session?"
"Yeah," Brendon says. You zone out, thinking you won't be asked questions because this just isn't your session, so you listen to Brendon.
"How are we feeling?"
"Great."
"Any fights between you and Ryan?"
"None, actually. I just bought him another cat."
"Really? What did you two name it?"
"Stripes. Ryan thought of it. She's really adorable."
"I bet. Have you been taking your medicine?"
"Yep."
"Any side-effects I should know about?"
"Not really. They work great, actually."
"Have you talked to this, Jon, lately?"
"No, but I'm trying to move on. I'd rather not talk about it at the moment, so if you could please not bring it up."
"Brendon, this is therapy. I'm trying to know what you're thinking and I need to know everything."
"Please, stop," Brendon says through a closed mouth.
"Okay, if you won't talk then we're not having our hour long session today. You're free to go."
You don't think it's fair that just because Brendon won't talk about Jon that they can't have a session. "Uh, may I ask why this can't be continued?" You ask, butting in.
"This is a recovery process, Mr. Urie, and without Brendon's help there's no recovery."
"Just because he won't talk about Jon there's nothing else to talk about? Give him time and he'll talk."
"He needs to talk now and get it out."
By this point, Brendon's left you room and you're so, so close to just punching the doctor and leaving. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, but Brendon and I won't be back. You can count on that. We'll find someone else who isn't such a bitch." You walk out, leaving him with a look of shock plastered on his face.
Brendon's in the car by the time you get out of that place. "We're not coming back," you say to him. A look of joy creeps onto his face, only to be drawn away by another fact.
"So that means a new doctor?"
"And a new diagnosis. It's possible you're not bipolar at all, or depressed; just going through hard times. It's possible that the medicine you're taking could fuck you up seriously if you don't need them."
"So I can stop taking the medicine?"
"Until we see the new doctor."
"I love you," he says as you're driving down the street.
"I love you too." You set your hand inside his as he leans back in his seat and falls asleep. Obviously fighting takes a lot out of the poor boy.
-----
It takes you two weeks to find another doctor, and within those two weeks, Brendon's not had one mood swing. He also hasn't been taking the medicine. You think you were right; he isn't depressed just emotional for the time being.
"Ry," he whispers in your ear. It's three in the morning, but you're not asleep. You haven't been able to sleep because you haven't been tired. "Ry, I can't sleep."
"Me either," you say, rolling away to look at him. The window is your room is uncovered tonight, and the moonlight is falling on his face, making him look even more beautiful than he already is.
"What are we gonna do, then?"
"Huh?"
"Since neither of us can sleep, can we go to the lake out back?"
"Sure, but bring a couple of blankets. I'm sure it's freezing outside."
He nods and takes Midnight off this chest, climbing out of bed and grabbing two thick blankets from the hall closet. You follow him, both of you wearing nothing but boxers. He opens the apartment door and starts to head down while you lock the door.
He beats you to the lake where he's already laid one blanket on the ground and is under the other. You crawl underneath and he immediately snuggles into you, trying to create body heat in the freezing temperature. Maybe you should have brought three blankets instead of two, because this one and body heat definitely aren't working for you.
But Brendon's already half-asleep. He's laid his head on your shoulder, wrapped his arms around you, and put his face in your neck. You pull the covers up a little bit more, just so they'll cover your face, before you start to drift asleep too.
~~~
Sorry this is so late. And because of it's lateness, I added to it. Everything in the third section was written last night. I don't really have much to say so, thanks for reading and PLEASE comment. It means a lot. :] <3