We’re Only Liars, But We’re The Best [s/a]
Title: We’re Only Liars, But We’re The Best
Author: stones_at_moons
Rating: R for a little violence and implied sexual themes
Word Count: 1,353 words
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross, Bob Bryar/Undisclosed
POV: 3rd person Bob centric
Summary: Bob knew, from the moment Ryan Ross walked into that Starbucks during his shift, that the tall, but thin teenage boy had to be his.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters. They belong to each other themselves. Title comes from “Our Lawyers…” by Fall Out Boy
Beta: odamebrown
Author Notes: Originally written for the Bob Bryar Thing-A-Thon but then, one day before it was due, I realised it had to have 10,000 words, and mine only has just over 1,000. But I felt the need to post this up, cause my beta did it last minute, for which I’m grateful for :) Still, it’s shorter than the fics I’m starting to write a bit more recently.
And I meant for Bob to sound a little crazy. All part of my masterplan, muh ha ha ha.
Bob knew, from the moment Ryan Ross walked into that Starbucks during his shift, that the tall, but thin teenage boy had to be his. Ever since he had walked up to the counter with a slightly shy, but alluring smirk. He turned to Jon, who acknowledged the boy, but didn’t move away from his station at the coffee making machine.
“Hey, could I get a medium long black and a grande chai latte, double cream with extra caramel syrup and chocolate?”
Bob nodded with a small smile on his rugged face, ignoring the peculiar second order and passing it on to Jon. “Which one’s for you?” he questioned.
“Oh, the sugar-infested one is for Brendon, my boyfriend,” So. Gay = positive thing. Taken = negative. Why hadn’t Bob expected someone like Ryan to already have a boyfriend?
Bob could hear Jon laughing in the background. “Are you seriously still letting him have coffee? Man, he has you eating out of the palm of his hand,” Jon smirked. Ryan rolled his eyes, but his smirk got bigger. Bob handed the coffees over, and while he was giving the boy cash back for the 20, he introduced himself.
“I’m Bob,” he said, like it mattered.
Ryan smiled. “Ryan. I’ve heard about you from Jon,”
“Nothing bad, I hope,” Bob chuckled. He handed back his change, and Ryan turned to go, then seemed to hesitate.
“Look, Bob. You seem like a nice guy. I’m having a party this Saturday night at mine and Brendon’s apartment. Would you like to come?”
Bob smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’m most probably free. But I don’t know where you li-“
“I’ll bring him over,” Jon interrupted. Ryan nodded, waving and saying goodbye one last time before leaving the café with a small jingle. Bob turned to see Jon studying at him closely.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, man. Just saying, be careful at that party tomorrow.”
Bob scoffed. “Why? I’m not going to do anything” Much.
“Well, it wouldn’t go down well with me if someone tried to take away my boyfriend of seven years. And I doubt Ryan would leave Bren for a guy he’s only known a couple of days.”
Bob’s jaw almost dropped in shock. Seven years. Wow. So love was probably getting in the way of his happiness. No matter, he would get what he wants in the end. “I get it, Jon. I won’t try anything.” Lies, all lies.
“Be careful. Ryan is very… protective of Brendon, and in turn Brendon would do anything for him.”
Bob nodded sincerely, hiding his smirk.
0.0
Bob quickly got changed into nice, but casual clothes; his black jeans and a grey band t-shirt. At the sound of Jon’s car arriving, Bob quickly locked his apartment and entered into the backseat of the car when he noticed a shadow already taking place of the passenger seat through the darkly-tinted windows.
“Hey Bob, this is Spencer. Spencer, Bob,” Jon introduced, grinning at the blue-eyed boy next to him. Bob smiled, shaking his hand then staring out at the dirty streets of Las Vegas while Spencer and Jon murmured quietly to each other. Neither of them noticed the bulge at the side of Bob’s belt.
Soon they arrived a large block of apartments and proceeded to park the car and take the lift to the pent house. “Ryan’s loaded, he got everything after his father died,” Jon had explained earlier.
Bob could hear music spilling from under the door, probably Blink-182, and it took several of Spencer’s loud knocks until a very flushed Ryan opened the door. “Hey guys, come on in!” he beamed, hurrying back inside. Before Bob could follow, Spencer pulled him aside.
“About Brendon,” Bob raised his eyebrows, “just… don’t stare,” and quickly went to go hug Ryan before Bob could even process what he had said. He walked up to the small group, and looked at the small, bouncing boy that Ryan had his arm wrapped around and didn’t see before. And wait- was that a collar wrapped around his neck? Out here in the open? So this was what Spencer must have been talking about. Brendon turned to him with bright eyes, unlinking himself from Ryan and throwing his arms around Bob’s neck, toes barely reaching the ground. Bob could feel the cold pendant attached to the collar pressing into his shoulder.
“Hey, you must be Bob, right? You make the best coffee, ever,” and now Bob could see why Jon was reluctant to give Ryan Brendon’s coffee. The younger boy was… mad. So this was the guy who was keeping Ryan away from him. Bob faked a smile and waited until Brendon untangled himself from Bob. “So let’s get this party started!” Brendon whooped, running off to dance with the other people in the apartment.
Ryan smiled fondly after him, before turning to Bob. “Come on, I’ll show you where the kitchen is, and we’ll get you something to drink,” Bob nodded and followed Ryan as he elegantly walked towards an open door. Bob made sure to quickly raise his eyes away from Ryan’s ass when the younger boy turned around, gesturing to the kitchen bench covered in drinks. “Just take whatever you want,” Ryan said. Bob looked at the boy, hesitating.
“Hey, could I ask you, why does Brendon have a collar round his neck?” and to Bob’s surprise, Ryan blushed.
“Well, one night, we… you know,” and wow, Bob never knew his heart could fill with so much jealousy, “and I decided to make him wear one, you know, he’s mine, after all. And now he never takes it off.”
Bob decided that now was the time to make his move, stepping closer to the now curious boy until their hips were almost touching. “I can think of something else I want,” Bob whispered.
Ryan stepped back nervously. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m kinda with Bren-“
“You can break up with him,” Bob pleaded. “Please, Ry, you know you love me more than him,” Ryan’s eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck? I love Brendon with all my heart! You can’t just walk into here and…” Bob pulled out the gun he had been hiding under his bulky jumper. Ryan and the other people in the room froze, but not before someone cried out in shock.
Bob turned the gun towards the door where Brendon had appeared, the worry etched on his face immediately tuning into shock. “Now. Ryan, you are going to break up with Brendon and come with me. Then I might not blow his brains out.”
Brendon narrowed his eyes, keeping his eyes on Ryan’s trembling body. “No. I have no idea what you’re doing, Bob, but you cannot have Ryan. I don’t care-“
“No, Bren. Leave it,” Ryan had only slightly raised his voice above a whisper, but everybody could hear him. “Bob, I’ll go with you,” Bob grinned evilly, ignoring Brendon’s cries of protest.
“Good boy,” he leaned in and smashed his mouth against Ryan’s.
“No!” Brendon yelled, running over to the pair, about to pull them apart. Bob detached himself and shot Brendon quickly.
“Bren!” Ryan screamed, struggling to unleash himself from Bob’s firm grip and rush over to where Brendon had fallen. Bob heard a small noise behind him and turned around quickly, gun pointed, but it was too late, and Jon quickly hit him over the head hard with a fire extinguisher.
0.0
Turns out, Bob had only shot Brendon’s shoulder, so he had survived. Together, Ryan and Brendon moved to Chicago with Spencer and Jon, who had gotten a contract with a famous photography company. Turns out that all those year saving up money working in Starbucks had finally payed up. This is where they’d lived for over two years.
And Bob? Bob was currently lying in a bed next to a tall boy with long, curly hair. After exactly two years of living in that mental institute, Bob had finally found someone who loved him. And, well, Bob loved Ray, but not with the passion he had loved Ryan.
But if Ryan ever returned to Vegas.....
~fin
Author: stones_at_moons
Rating: R for a little violence and implied sexual themes
Word Count: 1,353 words
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross, Bob Bryar/Undisclosed
POV: 3rd person Bob centric
Summary: Bob knew, from the moment Ryan Ross walked into that Starbucks during his shift, that the tall, but thin teenage boy had to be his.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters. They belong to each other themselves. Title comes from “Our Lawyers…” by Fall Out Boy
Beta: odamebrown
Author Notes: Originally written for the Bob Bryar Thing-A-Thon but then, one day before it was due, I realised it had to have 10,000 words, and mine only has just over 1,000. But I felt the need to post this up, cause my beta did it last minute, for which I’m grateful for :) Still, it’s shorter than the fics I’m starting to write a bit more recently.
And I meant for Bob to sound a little crazy. All part of my masterplan, muh ha ha ha.
Bob knew, from the moment Ryan Ross walked into that Starbucks during his shift, that the tall, but thin teenage boy had to be his. Ever since he had walked up to the counter with a slightly shy, but alluring smirk. He turned to Jon, who acknowledged the boy, but didn’t move away from his station at the coffee making machine.
“Hey, could I get a medium long black and a grande chai latte, double cream with extra caramel syrup and chocolate?”
Bob nodded with a small smile on his rugged face, ignoring the peculiar second order and passing it on to Jon. “Which one’s for you?” he questioned.
“Oh, the sugar-infested one is for Brendon, my boyfriend,” So. Gay = positive thing. Taken = negative. Why hadn’t Bob expected someone like Ryan to already have a boyfriend?
Bob could hear Jon laughing in the background. “Are you seriously still letting him have coffee? Man, he has you eating out of the palm of his hand,” Jon smirked. Ryan rolled his eyes, but his smirk got bigger. Bob handed the coffees over, and while he was giving the boy cash back for the 20, he introduced himself.
“I’m Bob,” he said, like it mattered.
Ryan smiled. “Ryan. I’ve heard about you from Jon,”
“Nothing bad, I hope,” Bob chuckled. He handed back his change, and Ryan turned to go, then seemed to hesitate.
“Look, Bob. You seem like a nice guy. I’m having a party this Saturday night at mine and Brendon’s apartment. Would you like to come?”
Bob smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’m most probably free. But I don’t know where you li-“
“I’ll bring him over,” Jon interrupted. Ryan nodded, waving and saying goodbye one last time before leaving the café with a small jingle. Bob turned to see Jon studying at him closely.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, man. Just saying, be careful at that party tomorrow.”
Bob scoffed. “Why? I’m not going to do anything” Much.
“Well, it wouldn’t go down well with me if someone tried to take away my boyfriend of seven years. And I doubt Ryan would leave Bren for a guy he’s only known a couple of days.”
Bob’s jaw almost dropped in shock. Seven years. Wow. So love was probably getting in the way of his happiness. No matter, he would get what he wants in the end. “I get it, Jon. I won’t try anything.” Lies, all lies.
“Be careful. Ryan is very… protective of Brendon, and in turn Brendon would do anything for him.”
Bob nodded sincerely, hiding his smirk.
0.0
Bob quickly got changed into nice, but casual clothes; his black jeans and a grey band t-shirt. At the sound of Jon’s car arriving, Bob quickly locked his apartment and entered into the backseat of the car when he noticed a shadow already taking place of the passenger seat through the darkly-tinted windows.
“Hey Bob, this is Spencer. Spencer, Bob,” Jon introduced, grinning at the blue-eyed boy next to him. Bob smiled, shaking his hand then staring out at the dirty streets of Las Vegas while Spencer and Jon murmured quietly to each other. Neither of them noticed the bulge at the side of Bob’s belt.
Soon they arrived a large block of apartments and proceeded to park the car and take the lift to the pent house. “Ryan’s loaded, he got everything after his father died,” Jon had explained earlier.
Bob could hear music spilling from under the door, probably Blink-182, and it took several of Spencer’s loud knocks until a very flushed Ryan opened the door. “Hey guys, come on in!” he beamed, hurrying back inside. Before Bob could follow, Spencer pulled him aside.
“About Brendon,” Bob raised his eyebrows, “just… don’t stare,” and quickly went to go hug Ryan before Bob could even process what he had said. He walked up to the small group, and looked at the small, bouncing boy that Ryan had his arm wrapped around and didn’t see before. And wait- was that a collar wrapped around his neck? Out here in the open? So this was what Spencer must have been talking about. Brendon turned to him with bright eyes, unlinking himself from Ryan and throwing his arms around Bob’s neck, toes barely reaching the ground. Bob could feel the cold pendant attached to the collar pressing into his shoulder.
“Hey, you must be Bob, right? You make the best coffee, ever,” and now Bob could see why Jon was reluctant to give Ryan Brendon’s coffee. The younger boy was… mad. So this was the guy who was keeping Ryan away from him. Bob faked a smile and waited until Brendon untangled himself from Bob. “So let’s get this party started!” Brendon whooped, running off to dance with the other people in the apartment.
Ryan smiled fondly after him, before turning to Bob. “Come on, I’ll show you where the kitchen is, and we’ll get you something to drink,” Bob nodded and followed Ryan as he elegantly walked towards an open door. Bob made sure to quickly raise his eyes away from Ryan’s ass when the younger boy turned around, gesturing to the kitchen bench covered in drinks. “Just take whatever you want,” Ryan said. Bob looked at the boy, hesitating.
“Hey, could I ask you, why does Brendon have a collar round his neck?” and to Bob’s surprise, Ryan blushed.
“Well, one night, we… you know,” and wow, Bob never knew his heart could fill with so much jealousy, “and I decided to make him wear one, you know, he’s mine, after all. And now he never takes it off.”
Bob decided that now was the time to make his move, stepping closer to the now curious boy until their hips were almost touching. “I can think of something else I want,” Bob whispered.
Ryan stepped back nervously. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m kinda with Bren-“
“You can break up with him,” Bob pleaded. “Please, Ry, you know you love me more than him,” Ryan’s eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck? I love Brendon with all my heart! You can’t just walk into here and…” Bob pulled out the gun he had been hiding under his bulky jumper. Ryan and the other people in the room froze, but not before someone cried out in shock.
Bob turned the gun towards the door where Brendon had appeared, the worry etched on his face immediately tuning into shock. “Now. Ryan, you are going to break up with Brendon and come with me. Then I might not blow his brains out.”
Brendon narrowed his eyes, keeping his eyes on Ryan’s trembling body. “No. I have no idea what you’re doing, Bob, but you cannot have Ryan. I don’t care-“
“No, Bren. Leave it,” Ryan had only slightly raised his voice above a whisper, but everybody could hear him. “Bob, I’ll go with you,” Bob grinned evilly, ignoring Brendon’s cries of protest.
“Good boy,” he leaned in and smashed his mouth against Ryan’s.
“No!” Brendon yelled, running over to the pair, about to pull them apart. Bob detached himself and shot Brendon quickly.
“Bren!” Ryan screamed, struggling to unleash himself from Bob’s firm grip and rush over to where Brendon had fallen. Bob heard a small noise behind him and turned around quickly, gun pointed, but it was too late, and Jon quickly hit him over the head hard with a fire extinguisher.
0.0
Turns out, Bob had only shot Brendon’s shoulder, so he had survived. Together, Ryan and Brendon moved to Chicago with Spencer and Jon, who had gotten a contract with a famous photography company. Turns out that all those year saving up money working in Starbucks had finally payed up. This is where they’d lived for over two years.
And Bob? Bob was currently lying in a bed next to a tall boy with long, curly hair. After exactly two years of living in that mental institute, Bob had finally found someone who loved him. And, well, Bob loved Ray, but not with the passion he had loved Ryan.
But if Ryan ever returned to Vegas.....
~fin