Ryden Oneshots

Pink Hoodies, Rain, and Voldemort

Brendon and Ryan have been living together as what Brendon likes to refer to as “boyfriends-with-super-special-delicious-benefits” for two months when Brendon shows up at the door to their apartment and knocks almost tentatively.

Ryan immediately feels the need to be a little bit concerned, because, tentative? And Brendon? Not a combination you see a lot of the time. Or, like, ever. He’s relieved, though, when he opens the door and sees Brendon soaking wet with his arms crossed and smiling just as big and Brendon-like as always.

“Dude, you have a key. Don’t knock,” Ryan says, rolling his eyes a little.

Brendon rolls his eyes back and tries to look as bitchy as Ryan does while doing it, but fails completely, and the giggle he lets out in the middle of his eye-roll doesn’t help. He shrugs a little, still grinning widely, and says, “My hands were kind of full.”

It isn’t until then that Ryan notices that from out of the neckline of Brendon’s rain-soaked hot pink hoodie, there is a little tiny head. A little tiny kitten head, to be precise.

“What is that?” Ryan asks, cringing a little. It’s cute, of course, but so are baby alligators in Ryan’s opinion, and they grow up and try to eat your face off so they can star in movies like Lake Placid. (Ryan never really forgave Spencer for telling him the movie was, and he quotes, “hilarious and not scary at all,” because it made him afraid to walk near sewers because, hello, people totally flush baby alligators down their toilets and they grow up in the sewers and try to eat your face off. Except Ryan actually did end up forgiving Spence, his stupid lying best friend, after about an hour because, well, it’s Spencer.)

Brendon bounces a little onto his toes and back down, then brushes past Ryan into their apartment. He exclaims, “It’s a kitty, Ryan Ross! Surely you are not so blind that you can not tell!”

Ryan refrains from rolling his eyes again, barely, because when you spend as much time around Brendon as Ryan does your eyes tend to begin feeling like they are loose enough to fall out from all the rolling. “No, no Brendon, I am not that blind. I can see that it is a cat, but I am wondering what in the hell it is doing in your arms, and better yet, what it is doing in our apartment.”

“Oh, well that’s easy! He was in a box on the sidewalk looking all pitiful and wet and cute, and you know me well enough by now, Ryan Ross, you know I couldn’t just leave him there. He gave me the eyes, you know the eyes, the ones only puppies and Jon Walker should be allowed to do, but oh, no, little Kitty McPuppyEyes can do them too! It’s amazing, really.”

Ryan really wants to say right away, before anything else, “We’re not keeping that thing, put it back in it’s freaking box,” but he can’t, because despite Brendon’s protests, Jon is not the only human that can do the huge puppy eyes, and while maybe Brendon looks a little more crazy and ridiculous than Jon while doing them, he also looks adorable, and Ryan kind of can’t say no.

Which is a very bad thing, especially since Ryan can feel his heart warm a little at the fucking beam Brendon sends him when he says, “Fine, but no naming it. It’s just for a little while, so you can’t get too attached.”

Then Brendon is placing the kitten gently on the floor, and not-so-gently flinging himself at Ryan, and Ryan maybe has time to think, “This is gonna suck,” before Brendon is nuzzling him with his rain-soaked hair and whispering things like “You rock my socks off, Ryan Ross, my love” into his neck.

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Brendon sometimes worries Ryan will tire of him. It wouldn’t be that much of a shock, really. Ryan always seems to get tired of things fairly quickly. For example, his horror movie thing lasted about five hours into their marathon (but that may have been because neither of them could handle it and were whimpering through their fingers while Jon laughed at them and Spencer told Brendon that if he didn’t stop screaming like a girl he was going to get punched in the face. “Empty threat,” Brendon had scoffed, then screamed high and piercing as something popped out from behind a corner, and he’d burrowed himself into Ryan’s side even more as Spencer cracked his knuckles.)