yøung førever ~ (sequel to RyroRoss⚡️ is typing/ryden)✔️

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(Warning: mentions of self harm)

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Clay has gotten and scooter for Christmas. Clay had been wanting to try it out so Ryan and I decided to take him into town to ride it.

"Come on Clay, daddy's gonna carry you. We don't want you to slip." I said smiling and Clay nodded running up and jumping onto Ryan.

"Papa!!" Ryan picked up Clay and placed him on his hip.

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I carried Clays scooter and Clay held onto Ryan and I smiled.

"Here we are." I said putting down the scooter and Ryan put down Clay.

Clay ran over and tried to get on the scooter before I grabbed him and pulled him off of the scooter. I caught my breath before hugging Clay and putting him back down.

Clay grabbed onto the handle bars and Ryan came over grabbing the scooter and I grabbed Clay. Making sure he didn't fall. Ryan began to move the scooter on the sidewalk.

Of corse Clay had a helmet on, me being his parent. I fell off of a bike when I was 10 and I got a scar up my shin so I've always had a fear of them since. Yeah it's stupid but also, this way Clay will never get hurt falling off a bike...right?

"Daddy look!" Ryan let go of the handle bars as Clay said this and I panicked and held onto him tightly as he went forward more. I smiled. "Daddy let go!" Clay said and I hesitated before letting go of Clay.

He went a little down the sidewalk before falling off and onto the concrete and then he began to cry. Ryan and I ran over to him. I picked him up looking at his face to see his lip bleeding and he had a gash above his right eyebrow. I hugged him and Ryan took off his scarf putting it on Clays lip and the other end on Clays gash.

"You ok??" I asked kissing his forehead, he had stopped crying at this point. His adrenaline probably still running through his veins.

"Daddy? It hurt." Clay pointed to his lip that had already soaked through Ryans scarf, as well did he cut.

"Let's go home. Right now!" I said picking up Clay and cradling him like a baby. I placed the scarf back on the spots but in a new place in the scarf.

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Clay was still bleeding and I began to panic, Ryan called 911 and they said they where sending a paramedic over.

There was a knock at the door and Ryan ran to open it while I cradled Clay. The doctors came in with a bunch of equipment that they probably wouldn't need. Better safe then sorry though.

"I'm Doctor Coral, Mason Coral." Mason said shaking hands with Ryan.

"I'm Ryan, this is my husband Brendon. Our son fell when he was on his scooter and he got cut pretty badly." Ryan said and Mason walked over to me.

"Oh yeah, he'll probably need 3 stitches. That's pretty bad." I cringed as Mason held his hand out and another doctor handed him something that looked like a sewing needle.

I looked away but I heard Clay cry. I cringed and held his hand.

"There we go, all better. Give that a few days before taking the bandage off. Then wash it everyday with this." He handed me a bottle of some sort of drug like rubbing alcohol.

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"Daddy! It hurt." Clay said pointing to his eyebrow. I lifted him up and placed him on my knee.

"I know bud, but you'll have a pretty rad scar when it's healed." I said grinning.

"Will peopllle think I cool?" Clay asked smiling proudly.

"Maybe bud." I said. "I have a scar from falling, I'm pretty sure Ry has a scar as well. Hey Ry?"

"Yeah?" Ryan walked into the living room with his hands on his hips.

"Do you have any scars?" I asked and Ryan nodded.

"I have 3. I have one behind my ear from my cousin whipping me with fishing wire when I was 10." Ryan lifted his hair back to show a faint line behind his ear. "I have one on my hip from running into a table my last year of high school." Ryan lifted up his shirt and pulled his pants down slightly to reveal a scar that looked like a stretch mark. "And I have one on my forearm, because I was sad once I injured myself. Don't ever do it. You dad helped me through a lot actually. And he may be the reason I'm still here." Ryan lifted his sleeve and revealed and few small lines. I felt tears fill in my eyes and Ryan came and sat next to me and took Clay off my lap.

"Baby I love you." I said letting some tears fall. I pulled Ryan into and hug kissing his lips forcefully. He kissed back and Clay pulled on my shirt so I pulled away.

"What scars do you have daddy?" Clay asked and Ryan placed Clay in his lap. 

"I have a lot." I said. "The two biggest ones are in the same leg. A bad man once hurt me so I have this from him." I lifted up my sweat pants to reveal my deformed thigh, it had stitches in a 'c' shape. It was smaller than the other and had a weird discoloration. "I have this from falling off my bike." I said pointing at the 's' shape scar on my leg. "And I have this from my old cat." I said lifting up my sleeve to reveal one long scratch on my upper arm. "Yeah, he didn't like me much." Ryan laughed and I smiled. "Oh! And I have this one!" I said taking off my sock revealing another cat scratch.

"Woah, he really didn't like you huh? What was his name?" Ryan asked bouncing Clay on his knee.

"Kaden named him Guitar. I know it's silly but he hated me. I also have this one from my sister trying to pierce my ears." I said tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Woah, I hope I doesn't get as much scars as yous." Clay said I smiled leaning in and kissing his forehead.

"You won't bud."

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A/N
Ok so yeah those who don't know Ryan self harmed in high school (in this story)
idk if I mentioned it in RyroRoss⚡️ is typing

Do you humans have any scars you think are stupid? I do

1) I have a scar on my wrist from my brother stabbing me with a fork (yeah it's really weird and a long story)

2) I have a scar on my foot and my thumb from my cat (pixie) scratching me in the night

3) I have a scar (now it just looks like discoloration in my skin) from last year tripping over my TIED shoe lace

4) I have a few scars on my hands and above my lip from acne

Ok so yeah

~enjoy killjoys~