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bandom - the Panic(!) boys
gen
250 words
Text-drabble meant as a work-day pick-me-up for why_me_why_not. Written sometime last week.
Brendon knows how to cook, okay? He's maybe not a great chef, but he managed to feed himself when he lived on his own just fine, didn't he? So he really doesn't understand why it's taken him three tries to get this right. Seriously.
He just wanted to make Jon feel better. And what worked better than chicken noodle soup for feeling-betterness when you had a cold? Jon would totally make it for Brendon if he were the one ill. But the first pot scorched. He didn't *mean* to get distracted, but Ryan had new lyrics to discuss, then he wanted to play Guitar Hero, and Brendon forgot about the soup until the burnt smell reached the living room, and when he hurried back to the kitchen, he found the dried-out remains on the burner.
The second time, he'd paid meticulous attention. It was *just right*, he knew, but then Spencer said that he thought that spicy food was good for a cold or flu, so he'd added Tabasco. And okay, a little spicy might be good, but so hot it removed the top layer of skin from the roof of Brendon's mouth when he tried it? No, not for Jon Walker. Brendon wanted to heal, not hurt more.
Third time's the charm. Not scorched, not too spicy, not too salty. And when Jon sips from the mug with his eyes closed and makes a blissful hum before thanking him, Brendon thinks it was totally worth all the trouble.
bandom - the Panic(!) boys
gen
250 words
Text-drabble meant as a work-day pick-me-up for why_me_why_not. Written sometime last week.
Brendon knows how to cook, okay? He's maybe not a great chef, but he managed to feed himself when he lived on his own just fine, didn't he? So he really doesn't understand why it's taken him three tries to get this right. Seriously.
He just wanted to make Jon feel better. And what worked better than chicken noodle soup for feeling-betterness when you had a cold? Jon would totally make it for Brendon if he were the one ill. But the first pot scorched. He didn't *mean* to get distracted, but Ryan had new lyrics to discuss, then he wanted to play Guitar Hero, and Brendon forgot about the soup until the burnt smell reached the living room, and when he hurried back to the kitchen, he found the dried-out remains on the burner.
The second time, he'd paid meticulous attention. It was *just right*, he knew, but then Spencer said that he thought that spicy food was good for a cold or flu, so he'd added Tabasco. And okay, a little spicy might be good, but so hot it removed the top layer of skin from the roof of Brendon's mouth when he tried it? No, not for Jon Walker. Brendon wanted to heal, not hurt more.
Third time's the charm. Not scorched, not too spicy, not too salty. And when Jon sips from the mug with his eyes closed and makes a blissful hum before thanking him, Brendon thinks it was totally worth all the trouble.