50k party yay!!

Tbh there's no real reason for this??? I just wanna say thank you and all that. This entire book is one big mess of Bryce and Ohmtoonz shitposting.

So!!!! With that.... i have the Annual 50k survey (tm)

1) what are you
2) are you human?
3) what kind of cake (if any) do you like??

Also!!! For like the first time in 5ever im doing some shitty self promo to say, well.... i have a few other books on my profile n some more on the way >:)

Except some arent rlly books so much as piles of related one-shots >:)

And!!! Because i love you guys... take some angst :^)

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Ryan can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and an excited grin spreading across his face. He turns to the mirror, adjusting the tie around his neck, then steps back to admire how he looks

With his light grey tuxedo on, he can't help but notice how good he looks in it. The color has always been a favorite of his, and the thought of Jonathan getting to see him dressed so nicely makes him ecstatic. Then again, the mere concept of Jonathan as a whole was enough to get Ryan giddy with excitement.

And the idea of them getting married? It makes him fucking euphoric.

Today is gonna be the best day of his life, he's sure of it. The preparations had all been taken care of, and he can't wait to see how wonderful Jonathan would look.

A small wave of nervousness washes over him, but he shrugs it off as something normal. He's about to get married! Who wouldn't be nervous? Ryan makes his way out the door, for their wedding began in less than twenty minutes, and he would hate to be late to such a big event.

When he arrives at the wedding, at a cute, old church by the park, he can't help but smile at the thought of what's to come. In less than an hour, Jonathan will he his husband. They're going to be married, and they're gonna go off on their honeymoon together, and everything will be absolutely wonderful. Today feels like a dream, almost, and Ryan is practically high off his own happiness.

When the time comes for Jonathan to come walking down the aisle, Ryan's excitement is through the roof. And as Jon begins to walk down the aisle towards him, he swears that he's falling in love all over again. In a dark blue tuxedo, his hair as messy as ever, and with that big ol’ grin of his on his face, Jonathan is completely perfect in Ryan's eyes.

Jon gives a small giggle as he finally comes to stand in front of Ryan, a happy sparkle in those beautiful eyes of his. He winks at Ryan, making him chuckle and shake his head, a fond smile on his face.

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of emotions, but mostly anticipation for the two words Ryan's been waiting to say all day. And when the time came, Ryan had only smiled, looked Jonathan in the eyes and spoke.

“I do,” he says, doing his best to keep his voice level. He was so happy he could die.

“Jonathan… do you take Ryan-” The priest is cut off by the sound of the doors bursting open, and an all too familiar voice screaming out, “HOLD THE FUCK UP!”

Turning to the source of the noise, Ryan can't help the confusion that comes over not only him, but everyone else too, as he looks at Luke, a friend of theirs, who's now standing in front of Ryan and Jonathan with a determined look on his face. Luke completely ignores Ryan, and instead turns to Jon. “Jonny… Don't do this. You know who it is you love, and I'm beggin’ you. Don't. Just… come with me. Please,” he requests, holding a single hand out.

Ryan stares at the two for a moment, unsure of how to react. All he can do is stare ahead in horror, unable to move or act or even think as he watches his man reach out and grab Luke's hand, tears falling down Jonathan's pretty face.

Jonathan gives a small laugh, shaking his head. “I thought you weren't coming back,” he whispers, stepping towards Luke.

Luke, his best friend, has the audacity to glance over at Ryan for a split second. He then grins back at Jonathan. "You always said you liked dramatic," he says with a chuckle. "So... I brought you dramatic." 

Ryan can't think straight. His head is spinning, his whole world is suddenly crashing down around him, and god does it hurt. He reaches out weakly, a small gasp coming from his lips, small and broken like the rest of him.

"J- Jonathan?" Ryan is surprised he can speak. He's surprised that this is happening in the first place. They've been through so much together! Five years they've spent holding hands and snuggling, five years of dancing in the rain and getting coffee every Sunday morning. It's been five whole years of puppies and hugs and love, and it's five years of their lives that Ryan is now begging Jonathan to not throw away.

Enchanting blue eyes glance back at him, not the slightest hint of remorse or sympathy in them. “I'm sorry,” he says, though it's evident that he doesn't mean it at all.

Ryan says nothing. He has no words to say, and even if he did, he's sure he wouldn't be able to say them anyways.

Their friends and family are also silent, all eyes on the intruder and Ryan's fiance. Jonathan jumps up into his arms, a big grin plastered onto his face.

Luke carries Jonathan out, the two whispering and giggling to each other.  Luke carries Ryan's fiance right out the doors, and away from their wedding.

As soon as the two are out the doors, the crowd bursts into a hushed murmur of comments and gossip, and Ryan can already feel the pitiful stares from all over.

"He was just left at the altar. How sad."

"Jonathan ran away with Ryan's best friend? What a whore. Ryan was too good for him anyways."

"Poor boy. Who runs off like that on their wedding day?"

He hates pity. It's a horrible feeling. He doesn't want to be some charity case, he just wants to marry the love of his life.

Of course, that's not gonna happen anymore. He stares blankly at the spot in front of him, where Jonathan should be standing.

The stupid engagement ring on his finger suddenly weighs more than his entire body, and it may as well have dragged him straight to hell. He's pretty much there already, though, because where else would Jonathan leave him for someone else so casually?

His chest hurts. Why does it hurt so much? The room is blurring into big spots of color. That's no good. Why can't he breathe? He's dying. He has to be. He has to be, he absolutely, positively, without a single doubt must be dying because everything is closing in and the whole world is losing color and depth and-

"Jonathan..." He manages to choke out the only thing that can calm him down.

Nobody says anything to him as he falls onto the floor, tears flowing freely as he shudders and gasps to himself. He's having a panic attack. What is he supposed to do?

Jonathan is the only one who calms him from these things. He's gone now. Did Jonny ever really love him? Did Ryan just waste the past five years spoiling and doting on a man who couldn't care less?

He's crying. He can't breathe. Ryan claws at his suit, trying to get some grasp on reality. He feels twitchy. His suit is too tight and uncomfortable against his skin, everything is too hot and itchy for his liking and his whole body is too shaky.

Everything is going wrong. Nobody's around to help him.

Ryan collapses further into a heap of cotton fabric and tears. Someone wraps their arms around him. He leans into the embrace, sobbing helplessly.

They stay like that, him and whoever happens to be hugging him. They stay in an embrace, until Ryan catches his breath and his shaky, shuddering sobs are reduced to nothing but sniffles. The two of them remain like this, sitting on the floor in front of the altar for quite a while.

The priest who was to marry them leaves soon after Ryan stops crying. Then the guests begin to leave, little by little. Their families also leave, mixed in among the crowd.

Even Ryan's friend leaves, patting his back and telling him that he has to go home to attend to his son.

The sun goes down, and Ryan is asked to leave. Someone offers to take him to get some help. Ryan's stubborn self declines harshly, turning around and storming off.

He doesn't need help, he tells himself. He's fine. He's absolutely fine, even if he begins to cry again when he gets home. Ryan somehow cries harder when he realizes Jonathan's taken all his stuff with him.

He doesn't know what to do anymore. All he knows is that the ring on his finger means nothing, and that this house is far too empty without Jonathan and his crazy laugh. Ryan falls onto his bed, still fully dressed, and stares up at the ceiling blankly.

There's no more tears. He's too tired to cry. He's too tired to do anything, actually. All Ryan can do is lay there completely motionless, with nothing to do or say.

It's going to be a long night. There's nobody to hold him close or kiss him goodnight, and tomorrow morning he won't have any reason to wake up early and make breakfast. His whole life is thrown off balance and he has no idea how to fix it.

Ryan's eyes eventually drift shut from exhaustion, and the last thing he remembers before falling asleep is the soft glint of his ring in the moonlight. The ring holds no meaning behind it anymore, it's just here to remind Ryan of what could've been.

Or, perhaps, of what should've been.