That voice, albeit hoarse; how could I not notice it?
His hair is tossed about and dirty-looking, his eyes tired and glasses gone. His face is bruised and laced with small, thin scars, only one noticeable. His lip is split and he's tense, like he's in pain, though he gives me a small smile.
"R..Ryan?" I ask, disbelief in my voice.
"Yeah," He says, cracking another smile. "I know, it's been forever."
I give him a hug, tight but delicate, like he'll shatter if I hugged him any more. He lets out a breathy chuckle and wraps his bruised arms around my back, burying his head into the crook of my neck. I feel tears running down my face, and small droplets are also landing on my shoulder.
"R-Ryan, how can you b-be alive? It's been nearly half a year..!" I ask, my voice soft and slightly muffled. "I was a pretty plaything." He answered simply, his voice sounding broken, though it didn't waver. "And I had a pretty badass medic." He added on, pulling away from me just enough to kiss me lightly on the lips; lightly because his bottom one was bleeding. I run my hands through his dirty hair and pull him gently inside, guiding him to the couch where he sits across from me, only then pulling away. "Are you hurt?" I ask, suddenly realizing what all of his bruises meant.
He chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. "Fuck yeah," He says, smiling softly. "But not too bad. 'S just this, really," He says, lifting up his shirt slowly to show me slightly bloody bandages that are wrapped around the lower part of his torso. "What's that from?" I ask, my voice soft but worried.
"Well, I was being beaten again, and one 'a them stabbed me in the side." He says, like he was addressing the weather. "The cut wasn't too deep though." He adds.
"Ryan.." I mutter, looking down at all his bruises and scars. "How long did they do this to you?"
He's quiet for a moment, but he soon says,
"How long was I gone?"
I frown and hug him, this time gently falling down to my back, Cry laying on my chest, arms wrapped around my neck.
"I missed you so fucking much." I say, running my hand up and down his back. "I thought I'd never see you again. Your fans and mine think you're dead."
His grip around me tightens and I feel like crying at that wonderful feeling. "We should really let them know soon."
"Tomorrow." I say, sitting up slowly. "You should get some sleep."
We both walk back to our bedroom, hand in hand, till be both lay down into bed. Cry's warm body is pressed against me, and I smile and give him another kiss.
"Promise me you'll be here when I wake up."
"I promise."
When I wake up, stretching slightly, and I feel a warmth pressed against my body.
It wasn't another dream.
Cry is snuggled up against me, his bruises fading slightly and the bags under his eyes lightening. I bend my head down and give him a kiss, smiling like an idiot. He stirs slightly, and I realize he's having a nightmare.
"N-No...Please, just...Just stop...N-Nooo..." He mumbles, tensing in his sleep. "P-Please...J-Just...I just-just...Want to g-go home.."
I shake his shoulder lightly, saying his name softly.
He wakes with a small jump, though I'm there instantly to wrap him up in a warm embrace.
I notice he's crying, and I rub small circles into the small of his back. "Hey, shh, shh...It's okay, Cry, you're safe...I'm here, it's okay.." I mumble into his hair, sitting up slightly and bringing him with me. His head still stays buried in my neck even as I sit, and his crying slowly stops as he wraps his arms around my back.
I kiss his cheek once, and I will away from our embrace, looking at him lovingly and wiping a stray tear away from his cheek. "Are you okay, babe?" I ask, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. He nods and brings me into another loose embrace, our foreheads pressed together. "Hm-Hmm. I'm a lot better then normal."
I smile, though it soon fades.
"Hey, who..Who were the guys that kidnapped you, anyways? Are they in prison?" I ask.
As I ask that, he smiles softly.
"No idea who those jerks were. They were just crazy as far as I know; no motives I don't think," He says. "Oh, no prison. Better."
I shrug and leave it at that. We mess around for a little while, alerting Russ, Red, Scott and Snake that he wasn't dead at all, planning to make a video about it.
When Cry did start recording the video (Well, audio clip), he made it sound as if he had never actually left.
"Hey guys, it's been a while. Like, half a year, right? Wow, sorry. Anyways, not dead. Not at all, actually. I have a few bruises and scars 'n shit, but other then that, I'm a-okay. I hope I didn't miss too much while I was gone; I'll check the tags and comments and stuff in a minute, since I've only been back for a day. By the way, being kidnapped is not fun, so don't do it please. Yeah. But, streams will be starting back up in a few weeks, and I'm still gonna be staying here with Pewds, so not much has changed.." The music in his video got louder, as if it was going to end, though one quick line flooded all music out;
"Oh yeah, but I'm definitely gonna marry the fuck outta Felix."
From the other side of the room, an "I do" sounded from the Swede in question.
And so, the recording ended with Cry's lovely, bubbly laughter.
The same laughter Felix would've killed to hear in person not twelve hours ago.
A/N: whOOP WHOOP if you want me to do more I will uwu