The Bryar Bunch [Ep 13]
Title: The Bryar Bunch: Episode Thirteen
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Spencer/Bob, Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Pete, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Brendon, Brian/Gabe, Pete/Mikey,
Rating: Overall NC-17
Beta: stitches_later
Summary: The Brady Bunch AU. Spencer is the glue that holds his family together, three messed up boys that needed a place to stay. Bob holds his own family together, four boys in a band called My Chemical Romance. Spencer and Bob fall in love and get married. How do their families react? This is their story
Disclaimer: The last time I checked, Bob and Spencer weren'tmarried. And I don't think there would be this much drama.
Author notes: Hey :) Miss me? Well here is the greatly anticipated episode thirteen. And I have an edited Episode 14 in my inbox, just so you guys know ;)
Previous Chapters Masterpost
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If Brian had a heart he would just stop this before it got out of hand. He should just look Brendon straight in the eyes and say “No.” But Brian was nice and he loved Brendon so he would never tell him that.
Ryan was pleading with his eyes, but he knew deep down that he wanted to play with all of them. Every single one.
Kittens were Brendon's weakness, and as much as Brendon asking "Can we get one please, Ryan?" would get annoying he had to admit Brendon was having a shitty day.
The day started out with him and Frank arguing. Again. They were doing that a lot, and it was usually over something stupid.
It started out with a simple conversation about music and it turned into full fledge Frank yelling at Brendon because Brendon didn't like The Misfits. Ryan walked out of his bunk to Frank yanking up his pack of cigarettes, saying he was going to hang with Gerard someone who could accept good music and Brendon was just standing there, not knowing what the fuck just happened.
It seemed like that happened every single morning. Ryan even went to Bob to see what was up with Frank lately but he just shrugged.
He was no help at all, but he did drive them up to the pet shop, so he wasn't that bad. Ryan didn't even tell him that this was the best therapy for Brendon.
He didn't know if Spencer told him either.
Jon had to decline. For strange, strange reasons. Ryan couldn't remember them because he was high with him but still. He just remembered that they were fucking weird reasons.
So it was just him, Brian and Bob. He didn't know why they didn't need a bodyguard, because hey most bands did, and then he took another look at Bob.
My Chemical Romance didn't need a bodyguard.
Ryan stopped doing everything. He stopped thinking, he stopped breathing and for a minute he was pretty sure that he stopped living.
He took a deep breath. "What is on my head?" he asked slowly.
He heard Bob snort behind him, and that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.
"There's nothing on your head, Ry," Brian consoled, which was a fucking bald faced lie because he could feel it. He was praying to god it was the world's smallest bunny. The smallest bunny that seemed to have really thin legs.
He bit his lip and opened his eyes. Brendon was in front of him, torn between laughing and making a pained expression. That's when he knew what was up.
He glared at Brendon. "Brendon tell me what the fuck is up there right now," he yelled. Brendon bit his lip and a laugh escaped Ryan's angry façade. "Seriously. What the fuck is it?"
Brendon held up the puppy he was holding to hide himself. Ryan rolled his eyes and this was ridiculous. "Trust me. You don't want to know," he trailed off.
And fuck. Ryan wanted to know right now, and that was the vaguest, most ominous answer ever.
Ryan closed his eyes and tried to count to ten, losing count at four. He didn't have any patience for this.
"Fine, I'll give you a clue," Brian said behind him. Ryan was worried about whatever was on his head or he would have moved to look at Brian. "What's big, brown and hairy and isn't in the tarantula cage?"
Ryan froze. He closed his eyes and tried to think of happy things. "Please please please tell me you're talking about your balls. Please say your balls are on my head."
He heard Bob laugh, and that pretty much ended it.
He looked up at Brendon. "Is there a spider on my head?"
Brendon shook his head and Ryan felt the weight lift off of his shoulders. Thank God. He didn't know what he was going to do if there was a real spider on his head. "It's actually called a tarantula."
Ryan's heart dropped to the floor, and he started to sweat profusely and he was really, really scared of spiders.
He froze. "Get it off my head. Now." Then Brendon, Bob and Brian started to laugh and he needed to stop hanging out with B's because they were all assholes. Assholes that needed to die in their motherfucking sleep.
There was movement on his head, and he felt his hair move underneath it and he bolted forward. This was too much he didn't need a fucking spider on his head.
As he moved forward he felt it leave his head and he whipped around to see Bob petting it on his palm. He didn't even know how Spencer could be married to this guy. At all.
Brendon gave him a sympathetic smile. "You know he isn't really venomous."
Ryan shrugged. "I don't care if it was or not. It was still douchey to do, thank you."
Bob started sniggering to himself, and this was the most Ryan's ever seen him laugh, even though he's seen him smile at Spencer once in a while. He usually had this grim look on his face.
Bob patted Ryan on the shoulder. "You shouldn't have been scared of him, though."
Ryan brushed it off and scoffed. "Scared? Who was scared?"
Brendon smiled a little to himself and Brian picked up the disgusting spider. Ryan was eyeing the thing warily just in case it jumped the six feet to try to suck Ryan's blood.
Vampires were one thing; blood sucking spiders were another thing entirely.
Brian started petting the back of the monsters head and that was just wrong. Morally and physically wrong. He was going to have to burn off Brian's fingers now. And his eyeballs too just for his own personal revenge.
And, whoa.
He was hanging out with the My Chem boys just a little too much because his thoughts were getting really violent now.
Burn his eyeballs? That was graphic.
Brian was still petting it. "Well, that's good because we're going to be taking Larry here home with us."
Ryan felt his face go paler and even though he never sweat, he felt sweat on his face. What? He misheard.
"Oh, Larry the puppy, right? I think we could use a puppy." He tried grasping at straws even though he knew Brian was talking about the spider.
For once he just wanted to be right and wrong at the same time.
Ryan had accepted that he was a strange individual a long, long time ago.
Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan's shoulder and Ryan just looked down. He hadn't been touched by Brendon, just in friendly touches, in months. It was nice, and he realized that he missed it.
"You know it's the spider, don't you."
Ryan sighed and closed his eyes. "Yeah."
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Gerard was holding it up a little too much like a baby for Ryan's comfort. And once he heard the plans for the next pet, Ryan seriously wanted to live on Fall Out Boy's bus. A tarantula was one thing, but a snake.
Well, it wasn't as bad as a snake, but it was still pretty bad.
And the weird fucking animals on this bus was ridiculous. They kept Gabe there sometimes that should be enough.
Honestly.
"So, we're gonna get a cobra right?" Gabe asked.
Frank laughed a little. "Yeah, no. We're gonna get an anaconda. Like if little tweenies sneak into our bus, they'll think it's just a power cord then when they least expect it," he clapped his hands together "Bam! Their faces get eaten off."
Ryan just looked at Frank, and just simply shrugged. Frank's graphic details on the death of their fans didn't really surprise him anymore. Before he would shudder, but that was really mediocre compared to his other ideas.
"Then Brian'll make it for dinner."
Brendon smiled. "Thank God I'm a vegetarian,"
Frank looked at him, and Ryan instantly got a little worried. "You wouldn't eat some girl's face? For me?"
Ryan looked back at Brendon, and he felt a storm brewing. He didn't know how long it would last, but it was a-brewing.
Brendon swallowed, and avoided Frank's gaze. "I really don't think I would be able to eat some girl's head . That's, like, worse than eating regular old meat."
Frank opened his mouth to retort something else back at Brendon, when Mikey slammed the door open. It was kind of like a Saved by the Mikey moment even though Ryan would never admit something like that out loud.
The entire room watched as Mikey left the door open, and just walked right up to Ryan and hit him in the face.
That was a mean left hook that Mikey had, and he wasn't sure but it seemed like it hurt more since the last time Mikey hit him. And him and Mikey seemed to get in a lot of fights, but this time there was an audience and no one was really doing anything.
Ryan sat up straighter on the couch. "The fuck, Mikey?"
Mikey seethed and he hit Ryan again, actually making him fall off the couch he was on and then it was on.
Ryan tried to jump up, which meant that he wobbled a lot on the way up and accidently elbowed Mikey in the chest. Which was awkward, but it count as a hit.
Mikey rubbed his chest, then took a step backwards as Ryan stepped closer to him. Ryan tried to punch forward, but as much as the strength was there, they were both two lanky dudes, who were awkward at fighting.
Ryan hit Mikey in the cheek, and Mikey immediately punched him back, making Ryan's head shove back because of the blow. Ryan lifted his head again, and holy fuck he was bleeding, he could feel it from his nose.
"Hey, guys, stop," Brian warned them. He had his authorative voice on, but neither Mikey or Ryan let up. Ryan clocked him right in his jaw making him stumble backwards a few steps.
Brendon tried to jump in between them. "Guys, stop fighting before someone gets hurt," but Frank just yanked Brendon's arm back so he was standing next to him again.
Brendon looked at Frank, but Frank wasn't paying attention. Just had his gaze locked on the fight. "Go Mikey!"
The door opened again, and Ryan didn't have a chance to look at who was coming in because he had to duck to dodge another punch. Mikey could punch kind of hard when he put his mind to it.
And, a surprise to Ryan, so did Ryan.
The door slammed and a booming voice stopped both Mikey and Ryan dead.
"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?"
Ryan shot around and looked right at Bob, Pete and Spencer. They went to get some food because they were running low on supplies. Mostly crap for Mikey and Brendon. The rest of them didn't really need anything special.
Once the fighting stopped, and the adreneline left Ryan's body he felt a little weaker. His knees buckled a little bit, and Brendon, Spencer and Brian rushed forward.
Brendon reached there first, holding Ryan up from behind. "You okay, Ry?"
Ryan tried to nod, but he stumbled a little. Brendon rushed forward to make sure that Ryan made it to the couch. Ryan fell down and watched Frank give Mikey a high five. He didn't even know what they were fighting about, let alone if Mikey deserved a high five or not.
Spencer was scowling which was fucking odd. In the last six months, if Bob was in the room, a swowl was the farthest thing from his face.
Brendon stood up and walked over to Mikey. "What the hell was that even about?"
Mikey smiled but made no move to answer but Frank stole the question nonetheless. "Does it matter? Ross got his ass handed to him."
Brendon scowled and Ryan's never seen him make that face at Frank. He crossed his arms. "Really? Ryan actually had some good punches in. Mikey had hte advantage because he knew he was gonna come in here and wail on him."
Frank just stared at Brendon and Ryan felt himself doing the same. Brendon was yelling at Frank becasue of Ryan and he didn't want Brendon to get in fightss because of him.
There was a second pause and it as if they didn't realize anyone else was in the room. Which everyone was, with the exception of Jon and Ray.
Ryan's watched Frank and Brendon fight millions of times in the past few months, but nothing was ever quite like this.
He never seen Brendon fight back for all it was worth. Brendon's mouth was curling around hateful words and it was set in a pissed off line.
And Ryan was paying a little too much attention to Brendon's mouth and tried to actually focus on the argument at hand.
Which in actuality might have been the biggest mistake.
"And no matter what, you always take his side. Like now!" Frank yelled
Brendon rolled his eyes and cocked one hit out in the entire Brendon-Urie-pissed-composure. "Fuck you, like you don't take Gerard's side all the time too."
Frank scoffed and walked to the counter to take a giant swig of water. Ryan chanced a glance at Gerard and he looked as embarrassed as Ryan felt. He almost mouthed something but got distracted by the slamming of a glass.
Ryan's eyes shot over to Frank. He was holding hte glasss against the counter as if it was going to fly away. His other hand was bracing himself against the counter.
Brendon walked up to him slowly with the anger subsiding almost instantly. Brendon looked younger than he ever had ,and Ryan was lost now.
Brendon bit his lip. "This isn't working out, is it," he whispered.
Frank looked at him for the longest moment before he shook his head slowly.
Brendon nodded back to him and he headed to the bunks. Ryan couldn't help it but he felt his heart go out to Brendon and he wasn't entirely convinced that it was because his best friend got broken up with.
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Spencer/Bob, Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Pete, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Brendon, Brian/Gabe, Pete/Mikey,
Rating: Overall NC-17
Beta: stitches_later
Summary: The Brady Bunch AU. Spencer is the glue that holds his family together, three messed up boys that needed a place to stay. Bob holds his own family together, four boys in a band called My Chemical Romance. Spencer and Bob fall in love and get married. How do their families react? This is their story
Disclaimer: The last time I checked, Bob and Spencer weren'tmarried. And I don't think there would be this much drama.
Author notes: Hey :) Miss me? Well here is the greatly anticipated episode thirteen. And I have an edited Episode 14 in my inbox, just so you guys know ;)
Previous Chapters Masterpost
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If Brian had a heart he would just stop this before it got out of hand. He should just look Brendon straight in the eyes and say “No.” But Brian was nice and he loved Brendon so he would never tell him that.
Ryan was pleading with his eyes, but he knew deep down that he wanted to play with all of them. Every single one.
Kittens were Brendon's weakness, and as much as Brendon asking "Can we get one please, Ryan?" would get annoying he had to admit Brendon was having a shitty day.
The day started out with him and Frank arguing. Again. They were doing that a lot, and it was usually over something stupid.
It started out with a simple conversation about music and it turned into full fledge Frank yelling at Brendon because Brendon didn't like The Misfits. Ryan walked out of his bunk to Frank yanking up his pack of cigarettes, saying he was going to hang with Gerard someone who could accept good music and Brendon was just standing there, not knowing what the fuck just happened.
It seemed like that happened every single morning. Ryan even went to Bob to see what was up with Frank lately but he just shrugged.
He was no help at all, but he did drive them up to the pet shop, so he wasn't that bad. Ryan didn't even tell him that this was the best therapy for Brendon.
He didn't know if Spencer told him either.
Jon had to decline. For strange, strange reasons. Ryan couldn't remember them because he was high with him but still. He just remembered that they were fucking weird reasons.
So it was just him, Brian and Bob. He didn't know why they didn't need a bodyguard, because hey most bands did, and then he took another look at Bob.
My Chemical Romance didn't need a bodyguard.
Ryan stopped doing everything. He stopped thinking, he stopped breathing and for a minute he was pretty sure that he stopped living.
He took a deep breath. "What is on my head?" he asked slowly.
He heard Bob snort behind him, and that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.
"There's nothing on your head, Ry," Brian consoled, which was a fucking bald faced lie because he could feel it. He was praying to god it was the world's smallest bunny. The smallest bunny that seemed to have really thin legs.
He bit his lip and opened his eyes. Brendon was in front of him, torn between laughing and making a pained expression. That's when he knew what was up.
He glared at Brendon. "Brendon tell me what the fuck is up there right now," he yelled. Brendon bit his lip and a laugh escaped Ryan's angry façade. "Seriously. What the fuck is it?"
Brendon held up the puppy he was holding to hide himself. Ryan rolled his eyes and this was ridiculous. "Trust me. You don't want to know," he trailed off.
And fuck. Ryan wanted to know right now, and that was the vaguest, most ominous answer ever.
Ryan closed his eyes and tried to count to ten, losing count at four. He didn't have any patience for this.
"Fine, I'll give you a clue," Brian said behind him. Ryan was worried about whatever was on his head or he would have moved to look at Brian. "What's big, brown and hairy and isn't in the tarantula cage?"
Ryan froze. He closed his eyes and tried to think of happy things. "Please please please tell me you're talking about your balls. Please say your balls are on my head."
He heard Bob laugh, and that pretty much ended it.
He looked up at Brendon. "Is there a spider on my head?"
Brendon shook his head and Ryan felt the weight lift off of his shoulders. Thank God. He didn't know what he was going to do if there was a real spider on his head. "It's actually called a tarantula."
Ryan's heart dropped to the floor, and he started to sweat profusely and he was really, really scared of spiders.
He froze. "Get it off my head. Now." Then Brendon, Bob and Brian started to laugh and he needed to stop hanging out with B's because they were all assholes. Assholes that needed to die in their motherfucking sleep.
There was movement on his head, and he felt his hair move underneath it and he bolted forward. This was too much he didn't need a fucking spider on his head.
As he moved forward he felt it leave his head and he whipped around to see Bob petting it on his palm. He didn't even know how Spencer could be married to this guy. At all.
Brendon gave him a sympathetic smile. "You know he isn't really venomous."
Ryan shrugged. "I don't care if it was or not. It was still douchey to do, thank you."
Bob started sniggering to himself, and this was the most Ryan's ever seen him laugh, even though he's seen him smile at Spencer once in a while. He usually had this grim look on his face.
Bob patted Ryan on the shoulder. "You shouldn't have been scared of him, though."
Ryan brushed it off and scoffed. "Scared? Who was scared?"
Brendon smiled a little to himself and Brian picked up the disgusting spider. Ryan was eyeing the thing warily just in case it jumped the six feet to try to suck Ryan's blood.
Vampires were one thing; blood sucking spiders were another thing entirely.
Brian started petting the back of the monsters head and that was just wrong. Morally and physically wrong. He was going to have to burn off Brian's fingers now. And his eyeballs too just for his own personal revenge.
And, whoa.
He was hanging out with the My Chem boys just a little too much because his thoughts were getting really violent now.
Burn his eyeballs? That was graphic.
Brian was still petting it. "Well, that's good because we're going to be taking Larry here home with us."
Ryan felt his face go paler and even though he never sweat, he felt sweat on his face. What? He misheard.
"Oh, Larry the puppy, right? I think we could use a puppy." He tried grasping at straws even though he knew Brian was talking about the spider.
For once he just wanted to be right and wrong at the same time.
Ryan had accepted that he was a strange individual a long, long time ago.
Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan's shoulder and Ryan just looked down. He hadn't been touched by Brendon, just in friendly touches, in months. It was nice, and he realized that he missed it.
"You know it's the spider, don't you."
Ryan sighed and closed his eyes. "Yeah."
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Gerard was holding it up a little too much like a baby for Ryan's comfort. And once he heard the plans for the next pet, Ryan seriously wanted to live on Fall Out Boy's bus. A tarantula was one thing, but a snake.
Well, it wasn't as bad as a snake, but it was still pretty bad.
And the weird fucking animals on this bus was ridiculous. They kept Gabe there sometimes that should be enough.
Honestly.
"So, we're gonna get a cobra right?" Gabe asked.
Frank laughed a little. "Yeah, no. We're gonna get an anaconda. Like if little tweenies sneak into our bus, they'll think it's just a power cord then when they least expect it," he clapped his hands together "Bam! Their faces get eaten off."
Ryan just looked at Frank, and just simply shrugged. Frank's graphic details on the death of their fans didn't really surprise him anymore. Before he would shudder, but that was really mediocre compared to his other ideas.
"Then Brian'll make it for dinner."
Brendon smiled. "Thank God I'm a vegetarian,"
Frank looked at him, and Ryan instantly got a little worried. "You wouldn't eat some girl's face? For me?"
Ryan looked back at Brendon, and he felt a storm brewing. He didn't know how long it would last, but it was a-brewing.
Brendon swallowed, and avoided Frank's gaze. "I really don't think I would be able to eat some girl's head . That's, like, worse than eating regular old meat."
Frank opened his mouth to retort something else back at Brendon, when Mikey slammed the door open. It was kind of like a Saved by the Mikey moment even though Ryan would never admit something like that out loud.
The entire room watched as Mikey left the door open, and just walked right up to Ryan and hit him in the face.
That was a mean left hook that Mikey had, and he wasn't sure but it seemed like it hurt more since the last time Mikey hit him. And him and Mikey seemed to get in a lot of fights, but this time there was an audience and no one was really doing anything.
Ryan sat up straighter on the couch. "The fuck, Mikey?"
Mikey seethed and he hit Ryan again, actually making him fall off the couch he was on and then it was on.
Ryan tried to jump up, which meant that he wobbled a lot on the way up and accidently elbowed Mikey in the chest. Which was awkward, but it count as a hit.
Mikey rubbed his chest, then took a step backwards as Ryan stepped closer to him. Ryan tried to punch forward, but as much as the strength was there, they were both two lanky dudes, who were awkward at fighting.
Ryan hit Mikey in the cheek, and Mikey immediately punched him back, making Ryan's head shove back because of the blow. Ryan lifted his head again, and holy fuck he was bleeding, he could feel it from his nose.
"Hey, guys, stop," Brian warned them. He had his authorative voice on, but neither Mikey or Ryan let up. Ryan clocked him right in his jaw making him stumble backwards a few steps.
Brendon tried to jump in between them. "Guys, stop fighting before someone gets hurt," but Frank just yanked Brendon's arm back so he was standing next to him again.
Brendon looked at Frank, but Frank wasn't paying attention. Just had his gaze locked on the fight. "Go Mikey!"
The door opened again, and Ryan didn't have a chance to look at who was coming in because he had to duck to dodge another punch. Mikey could punch kind of hard when he put his mind to it.
And, a surprise to Ryan, so did Ryan.
The door slammed and a booming voice stopped both Mikey and Ryan dead.
"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?"
Ryan shot around and looked right at Bob, Pete and Spencer. They went to get some food because they were running low on supplies. Mostly crap for Mikey and Brendon. The rest of them didn't really need anything special.
Once the fighting stopped, and the adreneline left Ryan's body he felt a little weaker. His knees buckled a little bit, and Brendon, Spencer and Brian rushed forward.
Brendon reached there first, holding Ryan up from behind. "You okay, Ry?"
Ryan tried to nod, but he stumbled a little. Brendon rushed forward to make sure that Ryan made it to the couch. Ryan fell down and watched Frank give Mikey a high five. He didn't even know what they were fighting about, let alone if Mikey deserved a high five or not.
Spencer was scowling which was fucking odd. In the last six months, if Bob was in the room, a swowl was the farthest thing from his face.
Brendon stood up and walked over to Mikey. "What the hell was that even about?"
Mikey smiled but made no move to answer but Frank stole the question nonetheless. "Does it matter? Ross got his ass handed to him."
Brendon scowled and Ryan's never seen him make that face at Frank. He crossed his arms. "Really? Ryan actually had some good punches in. Mikey had hte advantage because he knew he was gonna come in here and wail on him."
Frank just stared at Brendon and Ryan felt himself doing the same. Brendon was yelling at Frank becasue of Ryan and he didn't want Brendon to get in fightss because of him.
There was a second pause and it as if they didn't realize anyone else was in the room. Which everyone was, with the exception of Jon and Ray.
Ryan's watched Frank and Brendon fight millions of times in the past few months, but nothing was ever quite like this.
He never seen Brendon fight back for all it was worth. Brendon's mouth was curling around hateful words and it was set in a pissed off line.
And Ryan was paying a little too much attention to Brendon's mouth and tried to actually focus on the argument at hand.
Which in actuality might have been the biggest mistake.
"And no matter what, you always take his side. Like now!" Frank yelled
Brendon rolled his eyes and cocked one hit out in the entire Brendon-Urie-pissed-composure. "Fuck you, like you don't take Gerard's side all the time too."
Frank scoffed and walked to the counter to take a giant swig of water. Ryan chanced a glance at Gerard and he looked as embarrassed as Ryan felt. He almost mouthed something but got distracted by the slamming of a glass.
Ryan's eyes shot over to Frank. He was holding hte glasss against the counter as if it was going to fly away. His other hand was bracing himself against the counter.
Brendon walked up to him slowly with the anger subsiding almost instantly. Brendon looked younger than he ever had ,and Ryan was lost now.
Brendon bit his lip. "This isn't working out, is it," he whispered.
Frank looked at him for the longest moment before he shook his head slowly.
Brendon nodded back to him and he headed to the bunks. Ryan couldn't help it but he felt his heart go out to Brendon and he wasn't entirely convinced that it was because his best friend got broken up with.