Touched-ddlb rylyn(talk of rape warning)

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A/N this is inspired by other things I've read. And italics is flashback bold is thought.

Third person pov

"Hey boys could you come in here a sec" Mikey calls out.

In a couple minutes everyone is in the room, and sitting, see right before this he had talked to his boyfriends and decided that they'd come out with Jack being a little, Andy a switch, and Mikey a daddy.

So when everyone was in the room, Mikey pulled Jack and Andy down onto his lap(like each on a knee) and said, "Rye, Brook. We have something to tell you."

"Well you're already dating what else could it be?" Rye asked with a very confused expression on his face.

"Rye, Brook, I'm what you'd call a daddy, Andy's a switch-meaning half of the time he's a little- and Jacky over here is a little which is where you go into a younger mindset."

Rye looked shocked for a minute, before smiling reassuringly at them, "Oh well I don't have a problem with that. Umm actually I'm a daddy too but I don't have a little."

Everyone looked at Brook, who looked upset, fear filling his eyes-not judgement, fear-, and tears.

He brokenly smiled,"I'm really happy that you guys came out to us-me," he looked at Rye, "I promise I'm okay with it."

Brook pov

And then I bolted. I ran to my room, slamming the door shut. And I just fell to the floor sobbing.

His hands ran along my chest and stomach, slipping behind my back and going to my butt

Why was he so gentle when he did it.

Why couldn't I get away

I'm weak I should have been able to get away.

If only my stupid fucking headspace didn't make me more defenseless.

Rye pov

"Boys... that... wasn't like Brook... there's something wrong."

I started running to his room, once I got there I opened the door, and my heart broke.

He was sobbing and shaking.

He looks so tiny curled up like that.

Walking over to him, I sat down on the floor and pulled him onto my lap.

"What's wrong Brooky?" I asked while running a hand through his hair.

Third person pov

And it was like a dam broke and all of a sudden the words were rushing out of Brooks mouth.

"He t-touched me. He said it would be fun. That we-we were gonna play. I-I told him I didn't w-wanna play. I begged him not too... but he wouldn't listen... It was scary... and I-it sent me into h-headspace... and I was even more helpless." He sobbed and stuttered out.

Rye was shocked. But it sent him straight into his daddy headspace.

"Shhh little one you're okay. You're safe, I'm gonna keep you safe. C'mon pretty, breathe for me, deep breaths. Can you tell me who did it baby?"

Brook only whimpered and said "I was just walking down the street. Trying to go back home... and he pulled me into an alley. He was drunk..."

"Did you ever tell anyone baby?"

"I was scawed. Thought it was my fault. I should have been stwonger..."

And just like that he was in headspace.

"Hey, pretty. It wasn't your fault. How old were you baby?"

"I-I... 16..."

He was 20 now. Which meant that it had been 4 years.

"Well you're safe now baby boy. I promise. Do you wanna go apologize to the boys for running out?"

Brook shook his head yes, "i's didn't mean to ryepie..."

"We know baby, but you should still say sorry. Just cause you didn't mean it doesn't mean it wasn't a bit hurtful."

And with that Rye picked him up, holding him on his hip like a toddler.

Once back downstairs, Rye asked him "okay pretty, did you have something you wanted to say baby?"

He nodded, "I sowwy... is didn't mean to run out."

Mikey smiles reassuringly and said, "we know sweetheart. We aren't mad. We just thought maybe you weren't okay with us. But we knew something was wrong."

"Brooky, hunny what was that? You looked so scared." Andy asked softly.

"Yeah Brooky. Something wasn't right." Jack agreed.

Rye looked at Brook and said, "you look tired pretty. Can I get you down for a nap and tell them after?"

"Okay ryerye. Wuv you guys."

After a chorus of love you's Rye headed upstairs.

After tucking the small boy in, he made his way back.

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Rye knew something was up when Brooklyn walked right up to him and crawled into his lap. The small boy just laid his head on him and cuddled closer.

"Hey pretty. What's up babe?" Rye asked softly.

"Is feel sicky ryerye" the boy responded, voice muffled.

"Oh no baby. We can't have you feeling sicky. Do you want me to get you medicine and a paci and we can cuddle and watch movies pretty?"

He nodded.

"Okay pretty baby. Can you tell me what hurts?"

"Tummy, and thwoat."

"Okay baby I'll make it better."

He stood up, holding Brook on his hip, and walked to the kitchen.

Sitting him on the counter, he started rummaging through the medicine cabinet, before finally finding what he needed.

A bottle of medicine and a pacifier.

He poured out the correct dose and went to give it to Brook.

But the blonde shook his head and scrunched his nose.

Sighing, Rye said "C'mon pretty. You have to take it. You wanna be my good little baby?"

To which Brook eagerly nodded.

"Then take the medicine. Please pretty."

And just like that he drank it down, and then a pacifier was popped between his lips.

"See? You are my good little baby. Always my good little baby. And I'm so happy that you trust me enough to want me to take care of you when you're like this, pretty."

Brook shyly smiled behind the paci, and held his arms out wanting to be picked up.

So Rye did. And he carried him to his room, laying on the bed under the 'castle' and turned on a Disney movie.

And if the other boys snuck in and saw them-Rye on his back, Brooky laying on his stomach with a paci in his mouth, and Ryes arms around his waist- well no one had to know.






A/N hi so sorry if it's not good and I've read a few things like it so it's inspired off of those but not like copied some of it is what I hope is originally my idea. Also I felt kinda little when I wrote this so don't blame me if some of it's a bit confusing. Little me is... something else. Also I feel kinda sick and I am gonna be superrrrr busy all next week with rehearsals and I don't have any ideas on what to write so please if you have an idea let me know

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