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new url+blogrates
so i need a new url but ren u changed it like a month ago dont change it again SHUSH and what better way to get yall to give me ur opinions other than blogrates
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Hello! Are you still doing the otp prompts thing? (and If you are, could you do ryden + either 3, 4, or 15) (thank you!)
Hi! Yes, yes, Iâm really always taking requests if anyone has them. :) I did number 4 for this one. Hope this is okay! It turned out really sad. (prompt source)
The dayRyan got the call was the day everything went numb.
Helistened to his mother talk for hours that morning, not really focusing on herwords. He had enough of those floating around in his own head.
Ryan wason autopilot, picking up his guitar and notebook and heading to the Brendonâshouse to meet the guys for practice. Normally heâd be excited to spend timewith his friends and boyfriend again, but now he felt nothing.
âHey!âSpencer was the first to greet him. âYou look like shit, man.â
Ryannodded absently and set his stuff down before taking a seat on one of thecouches.
Jon wassitting across from him, smirking. âDidnât get much sleep, huh?â
Ryanshrugged.
Brendoncame bounding down the stairs armed with juice boxes and they were ready tostart. Time felt static to Ryan, passing over him like the arms of a ghost.
ââŠRyan?Dude, are you okay?â
Ryan shookhimself out of his daze, seeing Spencer standing in front of him. He haddropped his pick, and apparently had stopped playing out of nowhere.
âYeah, Iâmgood,â Ryan assured him.
Jonfrowned. âDid something happen?â
âJusttired,â Ryan mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. âIt was just a long night, I guess.Dad died yesterday, so I was talking to my mother almost the entire night.â
The moodin the room shifted noticeably. Ryan had mentioned his fatherâs death the wayheâd mention a broken television, and he only hoped that was nonchalant enough.His dad didnât deserve more than that.
Spencerenveloped Ryan in a hug all the same. âShit, Ry, Iâm so sorry. I had no idea.â
Ryanpushed him off gently. âIâm fine, Spence, really. No big deal. One less thingto worry about, right?â
The guysall frowned, looking really uncomfortable from where Ryan was standing. Jonmumbled an excuse to go get food and went upstairs.
âHey,Spencer,â Brendon started. âI think I left the lyrics in your car. Could you goget them?â
Spencernodded. Under normal circumstances he would have told Brendon to take care ofit himself, but he could read Brendonâs signals by now.
When theywere finally alone, Brendon led his boyfriend back to the couch where they bothsat down.
âDo youwant to talk?â The younger boy asked cautiously.
Ryanrolled his eyes. âLook, Bren, Iâm really fine. He was a jerk, and he died.Drank himself to death. Thatâs all there is to it, alright?â
âYouâreclearly hurting.â Brendon put an arm around Ryan. âStop putting up a strongfront. Itâs just me, baby. Talk to me.â
A tearescaped Ryanâs eye and rolled down his cheek. He sniffled and leaned intoBrendonâs touch.
âI donâtknow what to think, Bren.â Ryanâs voice cracked. âYou know what my dad was like.I never got to know him, the real him, because he was always fucking drunk. Myfamilyâs a fucking mess and now suddenly they all want me to take on all theseresponsibilities to make sure everything goes smoothly. Itâs like I exist intheir eyes again because they need something from me.â
âIâm sosorry, Ry.â
âHe neveronce said anything encouraging to me. You know that? Not once. He looked at meand saw a failure. I embarrassed him, Bren. Iembarrassed him.â
Brendonpulled Ryan to him, cradling his head against his chest. âItâs okay, shh. Youâreallowed to grieve. He was still your father, Ryan. Itâs okay.â
Ryan let himselfcry, gripping the material of Brendonâs shirt tightly in his hands as ifletting go would allow the singer to disappear as well. He wasnât risking it.
âI hatehim,â Ryan sobbed.
âI know.â
âI misshim.â
âI know.â
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1 for ryden?
I hope this is okay! (prompt source)
Ryan hasnever been a deep sleeper.
So whenhis doorbell rings in the middle of the night â morning? â heâs jolted out ofhis sleep immediately.
âGo away,âRyan yells at no one in particular.
Thedoorbell rings again.
Groaning,Ryan pulls himself out of bed and opens the door. Brendonâs standing there inan oversized hoodie, smiling sheepishly at him.
âHey.â
Ryanblinks. âWhy are you at my doorstep at three in the morning?â
Brendonshrugs. âDidnât realize youâd be asleep. Can I come in?â
Notwaiting for an answer, he pushes past Ryan and settles himself on the couch inthe living room.
âItâsthree in the morning,â Ryan repeats.
Brendonnods. âYeah.â
Ryan flopsdown on the couch next to Brendon after shutting the door. Heâs a littleconcerned now. Brendonâs usually a lot more talkative when he decides to walktwo doors down to Ryanâs place, and itâs usually never this late.
Ryanfrowns. âWhatâs going on, Bren?â
Brendonsighs, stretching his legs out over the armrest and placing his head in Ryanâslap. âI canât sleep.â
âNokidding,â Ryan mumbles. âWhatâs going through your head?â
Brendonpauses for a long while before speaking. âMy family, I guess. They didnât calltoday. They usually call on Sundays after church. I get why theyâre probablydisappointed in me, but I thought that at least theyâd miss me a little.â
Ryan runshis fingers through Brendonâs soft hair. âIâm sorry, Bren. Iâm sure itâsnothing that canât be fixed. Youâve done nothing wrong, though, and you reallyshould get some sleep now, okay?â
Brendonhums in agreement.
Ryan playswith Brendonâs hair for what feels like hours until he hears the younger boyâsbreaths even out. He slowly lifts his head and stands up, placing his armsunder Brendonâs knees and shoulders to carry him gently up the stairs.
When theyârein Ryanâs bedroom, Ryan carefully lays Brendon on his bed, pulling the sheetsover both of them and curling up behind him.
âThanks,âBrendon mumbles.
Ryanlaughs softly. âYou were still awake and you made me carry you all the way upthe stairs?â
Brendonmoans contentedly and leans back into Ryanâs touch.
âYou reallywould have made me walk?â He sounds offended.
Ryansmiles, placing a kiss on the back of Brendonâs neck where his hair curls inever so slightly.
âOf coursenot,â he assures him. âGo to sleep, Bren.â
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Anyway your boy dyed his hair black

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