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Fighting-Rylyn

TW: I don't know if this really requires one but it does involve fighting and a panic attack type of breakdown

I know this is nothing like in real life, that's why it's fiction. This is based off of my personal experiences. I am aware he has siblings but not aware of anything else. The ones in here are completely fictional.

Rye:18 Brooky:16

Brooklyn sighed listening to his sister fight with his parents. He's sick of this. She always does this. And he understands. It's quite stressful still living at home doing so much. But it's constant. With his parents or himself. And it hurts him, the things she says so much that he wants to hurt himself. It makes him want to scream.

But he has Rye. His best friend. His crush. And Rye will always be there. He knows everything about Brook. Even that he's gay. And Rye doesn't let him hurt himself.

Picking his phone up he quickly unlocks it and sends a text to Rye saying 'It's happening again. I don't know what to do." Rye immediately responds saying he's on his way over.

-time skip about 8 minutes- Rye POV

I let myself in using the key he gave me years ago, walking up the stairs I could hear the fighting in the kitchen. As I got closer to his room I could hear him crying, trying to be quiet. I walked in quickly and saw him sitting against the wall, knees to his chest, head down, shaking and sobbing. I walked over to him and pulled him into my lap, so he was straddling me. And he put his head in he crook of my neck and just cried. While I sang him to sleep.

Brooks older brothers POV

I walked up stairs to check on Brook. Our sister was at it again and I know he hates it. It hurts him, the things she says. I knew Rye was probably here but I just want to make sure he's alright. He's always here. Sometimes I find them asleep curled up together. Sometimes I hear Rye sneaking in, in the middle of the night to sooth a crying Brooklyn, upset after one of the fights, or after a nightmare.

I opened his door quietly. Smiling as I saw them on the floor, Brook in Ryes lap asleep. Rye looked up from the sleeping boy as he heard me. I sat down gently next to them. Looking over at the two boys I saw Rye looking down at him.

"He loves you, you know. He talks about you all the time. Thank you. For being there for him. I hear him crying at night and then I hear you coming in and singing him to sleep. No one else can get him calmed down like you can. Just... don't leave him and don't break his heart please." I said

"You know I love him too. I'm more then happy to be here and hold him while he cries, and sing him to sleep. I'm never leaving him." I noted how he was staring at my baby brother the entire time, with pure love in his eyes as he said that.

I nodded, "Do you need help getting him in the bed?" I asked. He shook his head, "I've got it but thank you", I watched as he stood up and placed him in the bed before climbing in himself, Brook curling up to him in his sleep.

And if as I closed the door I heard him whisper "I love you Brooky" no one else had to know.