twilight-team-edward

 I awake to the feeling of her fingers twitching. I see her slowly open her eyes, and I kiss her nose. “Baby,” I whisper. “Ry,” her voice is weak, almost a whimper. Her auburn irises picture gloom, even her once rosy lips are now pale. I can almost feel her burden with only looking at her face. “I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” “No, you’re not. We’ll get through this.” I try my hardest not to cry. “No, honey. You will,” she utters. “I can’t stay much longer.” “Please, Keltie, don’t say that.” I say as I hold her hand tighter. I feel tear

“It was cute,” Brendon said, “When you called out. Most people don’t give a damn if I fall, ya’ know, they just figure I’ll be okay. But it was nice to know someone cared, you cared.” Ryan smiled, blushed, and looked at his feet. He started nervously digging his shoes in some dirt, no one likes an awkward silence, especially Ryan. “Brendon,” Brendon introduced himself, extending his hand. “Ryan,” Ryan stated, nervously shaking Brendon’s warm hand. “So... would you like a tour?” Brendon asked. Ryan’s eyes widened and he eagerly nodded. Brendon grabbed Ryan’s cla

It's one in the morning. Ryan collapses into Brendon's arms as soon as he opens the door,his frail body shaking against the other boy's broad chest.Brendon looks down at him with wide eyes and asks what's wrong as he hesitantly starts stroking Ryan's light brown locks.When Ryan finally stops sobbing and he lifts his head,Brendon gasps; he's never seen him this beat up before. "Ry." he whispers,becoming teary-eyed.He doesn't have to ask who did this to him; he already knows.And if he wasn't currently aching for his friend,he'd be furious. "Come on,let's.Let's get you in the shower." Now,it's not like this is the first time that Brendon's ha

If there was one word to describe Ryan Ross, that exact word would be wallflower. wall·flow·er [wáwl flòwr] (plural wall·flow·ers) noun: somebody unnoticed at social event: a shy or retiring person who remains unnoticed at social events, especially a woman without a dance partner (informal). (Just for the young kids who think wallflower only means some fucking kind of flower). That is the personality you’d expect when you look at his innocent, baby-face. Ryan didn’t have very many friends… none to be exact. Although, there was one thing Ryan is sure about, he is different for the other boys, if y

Behind closed doors... Is the only time I get to see true perfection. My own piece of heaven. Behind closed doors... Is when I get to be with the one who truly matters. My whole world. Behind closed doors... Is my favorite time. It's when everything is right in the world. When we are everything we wished we could be in reality. Behind closed doors... I get to express my undying love for you. Show you how much I love you and need you. Behind closed doors... Is where I, Brendon Boyd Urie, get to be with the one I love, George Ryan Ross III. It's where I feel like I'm drowning and floating at the same time. Because behind closed d

To MCRsmellslikevictory Love: Me I love the smell of new fabric in the morning… or the afternoon, or the night. I just love it. It was so… perfectly amazing, the feel of new silk, or cotton. It made me want to go and… hug a hobo, kiss a puppy, give money to a bunch of poor black kids! It was great, and I would kill to get to that store first to get the best of the best. And apparently, I wasn't the only guy on my block who would do the same. Leaning against the stores front window like I did every morning, I watched another guy about my age walk up to the store, look it over, and smile. He glanced over to me and his frown

"So, Ry... those 'pornfics' you mentioned a while back..." "Don't bring that up. Not now." "Aw, why not?" "Not exactly what I want to think about when I'm cuddling innocently with my best friend." "No, seriously though, where are they?" "Why do you want to know? What are you going to do, read them?" "I don't know. Maybe. I'm just curious." "Well, Brendon, just your luck, I have no clue. A friend told me about them." "Damn." "Why do you want to read them so bad?" "I just feel like it, okay?" "You're gay." "Says the man lying in my arms." "Okay, fine." "Hey, wait, where are you going?" "I don't want to cuddle with you anymore."

 "Come on Brendon, I dare you to hit me again!" Ryan spat as he pulled his bloody figure off the ground again. I had blood on my hands, and my clothes were permanently stained with the liquid. The moment he was standing up straight again he barked, "I'm just a statue Brendon! Try and knock me out!" I ran towards him and punched him again in the gut. He hardly flinched and pulled his arms around my neck. He laughed as I struggled to get out of this tight hold. "Oh Brendon, If you had just never opened your mouth…" I let my body go limp, and he loosened his grip. This gave me an opening, and I quickly got out of his hold. As I did, I

To Obberauthor, for hating doctors as much as i hate them Ryan Ross was a rich and high in sociality. He lived contently, working as a politician for the German government. The second world war was just over, and he could go back to work without the  fear of being found out. He knew he would be thrown in a camp the moment anyone form the Nazi party found out he liked… men… Brendon Urie was a gypsy. He traveled with a group of other gypsies that hadn't been caught and thrown into the death camps run by Hitler. They all were to fast and cunning for those moron Nazi's and they crazy leader. They felt rich, having a few horses, a co

 Every morning would start the same way when I was on tour. I would unwrap my long arms from the pillow I held close to me and I would stretch, hitting my head on the top of my bunk. I would then curse to myself, make my way out to the kitchen area and grab whatever seemed somewhat edible from the fridge and sit and wait from Brendon to walk out and say "Good morning Mr. Ross", at which I would shoot back, "Yeah, only because you're here." He would smile and laugh and followed it up with a kiss on the side of the head This morning was not one of those morning…. "RYAN! Get your pretty ass up!" Brendon laughed, poking that pretty face