If we cut out the bad, then we'd have nothing left
Title: If We Cut Out The Bad, Then We'd Have Nothing Left
Author:
bageata
Rating: Violence, Language
Pairing: Quinn Allman\\Ray Toro
POV: Third
Summary: Every night for the past week had been a cliche for Ray. He really tried to make Quinn happy, but ever since Quinn started checking out the inernet daily, things had turned to chaos.
Disclaimer: FICTIONAL. None of this happened, at least, i dont think so.
Author Notes: Once again, writing this from the top of my head in the middle of the night. Un-edited, but i tried to fix mistakes as i went.
Another crash, another glass gone from the cupboard.
"I said i was sorry!" Ray yelled, holding his hands over his head, and a third glass flew past his head.
"Shut up!!" Quinn screamed, picking up a china plate from the display case.
Glass, porcelain, and even knives had been used. Tonight he was getting into the china. Every night for the past week had been a cliche for Ray. He really tried to make Quinn happy, but ever since Quinn started checking out the inernet daily, things had turned to chaos. A single image on Google had started the fight. Ray had tried reasoning with him that he was only kissing the girl to win a bet, and it meant nothing.
"And to think that I kissed you, and you didnt even tell me you had been whoring with some fangirl!" Quinn screamed again, the tears having already started streaming down his cheeks. Ray wasn't even shocked at this comment, for he had heard it every night for the past seven days. He kept his hands up, although he knew Quinn wouldn't hesitate to throw something else at him.
"Quinny, please calm down.." He pleaded quietly, taking cautious and slow steps towards the younger man. Quinn shut his eyes tightly, pressing his back to the wall. He just shook his head, as Ray became closer, now a few feet away.
"Stay away from me!" He cried, holding one of the plates tightly in both hands. Ray stopped walking, but still looked at Quinn's eyes, waiting for them to open. He lowered his hands, watching Quinn's chest rise and fall slowly with each of his unwanted breaths.
"Quinn, i dont want you to feel like this, ok? It didnt mean anything, it never does unless im sharing a kiss with you." Ray flinched a little, the younger of the two opening his eyes. Turns out that Ray wasn't the best at defending himself.
"Oh, it never does, does it? So shes not the only bitch to have your tongue down her throat??" Quinn sobbed, choking on his words. He shook his head again, the other jumping a little as he chucked the plate, the china crashing at Ray's feet. He slid down the wall into a sitting position, burying his face in his hands.
"Please, baby. Just ask any of the guys, they know i love you, and that i never kiss girls unless theres a really good reason." He knelt down, still a little afraid to go any closer to the unstable Quinn.
"Im sure you're probably fucking them every other night. But you know what? I can ask Gerard, right now! He's probably so drunk he'd tell me everything that you dont want him to!" Quinn stumbled, using the wall to stand, but Ray couldn't bare it anymore. He was actually surpised that the neighbors hadn't complained about the noise yet. Lunging forward, he heard Quinn yelp as Ray grabbed him, holding his arms by his side.
"Let me go!!!" He screamed, but Ray was too strong. He cupped a hand over Quinn's mouth, and struggled to pull the protesting man into a different room. The moment he released his grip, Quinn had tried throwing a fist at him, and he narrowly dodged the blow, quickly locking the door to the bedroom, keeping the two inside. At least there wasnt anything too sharp for Quinn to throw.
"I hate you Ray, I hate you!" He screamed, quickly having his mouth covered again.
"Shh... Please Quinn..." Ray pleaded, his lover giving up and letting himself get pushed onto the bed. He shook his head again, rubbing his tear-filled eyes.
"I'm just going to get hurt again.." He sobbed, but Ray placed a finger over his lips.
"Its been so long since i kissed you.." He whispered, sitting by Quinn's side on the bed after the other man had laid down.
"R-ray..." He mumbled, in an attempt to say 'no'. Before he could stop it, Ray leant over, their lips touching lightly.
Tomorrow would be another night of screaming, and dodging plates, but they could at least take advantage of the calm moment, and hopefully it would be the first night for a long time that Ray wouldn't have to sleep on the couch again.
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Sorry if you find this short, im getting sleepy -_-
Author:
bageata
Rating: Violence, Language
Pairing: Quinn Allman\\Ray Toro
POV: Third
Summary: Every night for the past week had been a cliche for Ray. He really tried to make Quinn happy, but ever since Quinn started checking out the inernet daily, things had turned to chaos.
Disclaimer: FICTIONAL. None of this happened, at least, i dont think so.
Author Notes: Once again, writing this from the top of my head in the middle of the night. Un-edited, but i tried to fix mistakes as i went.
Another crash, another glass gone from the cupboard.
"I said i was sorry!" Ray yelled, holding his hands over his head, and a third glass flew past his head.
"Shut up!!" Quinn screamed, picking up a china plate from the display case.
Glass, porcelain, and even knives had been used. Tonight he was getting into the china. Every night for the past week had been a cliche for Ray. He really tried to make Quinn happy, but ever since Quinn started checking out the inernet daily, things had turned to chaos. A single image on Google had started the fight. Ray had tried reasoning with him that he was only kissing the girl to win a bet, and it meant nothing.
"And to think that I kissed you, and you didnt even tell me you had been whoring with some fangirl!" Quinn screamed again, the tears having already started streaming down his cheeks. Ray wasn't even shocked at this comment, for he had heard it every night for the past seven days. He kept his hands up, although he knew Quinn wouldn't hesitate to throw something else at him.
"Quinny, please calm down.." He pleaded quietly, taking cautious and slow steps towards the younger man. Quinn shut his eyes tightly, pressing his back to the wall. He just shook his head, as Ray became closer, now a few feet away.
"Stay away from me!" He cried, holding one of the plates tightly in both hands. Ray stopped walking, but still looked at Quinn's eyes, waiting for them to open. He lowered his hands, watching Quinn's chest rise and fall slowly with each of his unwanted breaths.
"Quinn, i dont want you to feel like this, ok? It didnt mean anything, it never does unless im sharing a kiss with you." Ray flinched a little, the younger of the two opening his eyes. Turns out that Ray wasn't the best at defending himself.
"Oh, it never does, does it? So shes not the only bitch to have your tongue down her throat??" Quinn sobbed, choking on his words. He shook his head again, the other jumping a little as he chucked the plate, the china crashing at Ray's feet. He slid down the wall into a sitting position, burying his face in his hands.
"Please, baby. Just ask any of the guys, they know i love you, and that i never kiss girls unless theres a really good reason." He knelt down, still a little afraid to go any closer to the unstable Quinn.
"Im sure you're probably fucking them every other night. But you know what? I can ask Gerard, right now! He's probably so drunk he'd tell me everything that you dont want him to!" Quinn stumbled, using the wall to stand, but Ray couldn't bare it anymore. He was actually surpised that the neighbors hadn't complained about the noise yet. Lunging forward, he heard Quinn yelp as Ray grabbed him, holding his arms by his side.
"Let me go!!!" He screamed, but Ray was too strong. He cupped a hand over Quinn's mouth, and struggled to pull the protesting man into a different room. The moment he released his grip, Quinn had tried throwing a fist at him, and he narrowly dodged the blow, quickly locking the door to the bedroom, keeping the two inside. At least there wasnt anything too sharp for Quinn to throw.
"I hate you Ray, I hate you!" He screamed, quickly having his mouth covered again.
"Shh... Please Quinn..." Ray pleaded, his lover giving up and letting himself get pushed onto the bed. He shook his head again, rubbing his tear-filled eyes.
"I'm just going to get hurt again.." He sobbed, but Ray placed a finger over his lips.
"Its been so long since i kissed you.." He whispered, sitting by Quinn's side on the bed after the other man had laid down.
"R-ray..." He mumbled, in an attempt to say 'no'. Before he could stop it, Ray leant over, their lips touching lightly.
Tomorrow would be another night of screaming, and dodging plates, but they could at least take advantage of the calm moment, and hopefully it would be the first night for a long time that Ray wouldn't have to sleep on the couch again.
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Sorry if you find this short, im getting sleepy -_-