#terrorladd

mini: and get paid for it!

terroriser: Why would you light yourself on fire?

Alright, here is some TerrorLadd angst cuz im evil, all based on a song of course. Its about Brian just trying to figure out whats up with Craig as a person, and what happened to them. Enjoy :)

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Brian stammered up to Craig's house, beer bottle in his hand. He sat there hesitantly before knocking on his door. He let out a breath. "Did I say something wrong? ... Did you hear what I was thinking? ... Did I talk way too long when I told you all my feelings that night? ... Is it you? Is it me? ... Did you find somebody better? ... Someone who isn't me, 'cause I know that I was never your type .... Never really your type."

Brian glaced down at the bottle in his hand. "Overthinking's got me drinking, messing with my head ..."

He rested his head on the door before sliding down to the ground.

"Tell me what you hate about me .... Whatever it is I'm sorry ..."

He began to have tears in his eyes as the words came out of his mouth. Looking over and seeing the car, sparking a memory.

"When you said it was real, guess I really did believe you ... Did you fake how you feel when we parked down by the river that night?  ... That night. That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friend's car 'cause we couldn't leave the windows down in December ..."

His sobs grew louder with each thought.

"I know I can be dramatic, but everybody said we had it ...."

He look down with his head rested on his knees.

"Coming to terms with a broken heart ... I guess that sometimes good things fall apart ..."

The tears kept streaming down his face as he sat there .... waiting for a response. But it never came.

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Brian:I do.

Craig: You swear?

A/N: First day of the BBS Discord event. Enjoy! Prompt was St. Patrick’s Day.

“Craig!” Brian laughed at his boyfriend, who was smiling smugly at him from the other side of his computer screen. “Fuck off!”

“What? The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“I’m not flying over to LA in 2 weeks just to see you house decked out like you raided a dollar store for St. Patrick’s Day.”

“So what, you just want to go to a bar and drink Guinness until we pass out?” Craig asked, as his attention drifted off screen.

“Yes! I’m Irish, it’s what we stereotypically do!” Brian would have said more if Craig hasn’t brought Mochi onto his lap and into the camera. The little fluff ball barked, distracted by the carrot toy Craig held. “That’s a good boy.”

“She is a good girl. Say hi to Brian, Mochi. Say hi.” Mochi barked. “Good girl.”

“You know I’m only coming down to meet the cloud, not you.” Brian quipped, causing Craig to chuckle.

“I know.” He said from under the desk, letting Mochi run off to wherever she would escape to when he was recording or editing or streaming. “Well, I better leave. You’ve got a stream to ... well, stream. 2 weeks?”

“Can’t wait. But don’t go overboard.”

“I won’t. Promise.” He said, and both men signed off. Brian sighed. He knew Craig was lying straight through his teeth. No way was that man not buying everything green in sight from Party City simply because he knew it annoyed Brian. That was simply the type of boyfriends they were: goofy, ridiculous, over the top, showy. Well, two could play that game.

“Hey Google?” Brian asked aloud, the only recipient being a Google Home device (still had yet to change it to an Alexa). “Where’s the nearest party store?”

I'M FREAKING SCARED AND I'M JUST