Sweet Things.
Title: Sweet things. One-Shot
Author: tadxbitxlate
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: PG-13
Beta: cyanidexhearts
Warning: Cursing.
Disclaimer: FAKE FAKERSON. Part of my imagination.
Summary: Brendon's had a bad day, looking for a sweet pick-me-up, he stumbles upon a bakery.
Brendon walked down the street, head hung low. It had been a long day at the store. Brendon worked in an antique shop owned by his grandfather. He managed to break at least four china plates today. Brendon knew he was doing an awful job, hell the only reason he still had it was because his grandfather owned the store.
Brendon kicked a rock, watching it skid and hit a car, leaving a huge scratch. Brendon quickly looked around, and quickly walked away. This day was getting worse. He inhaled deeply, he stopped, taking two quick sniffs of the air. A sweet scent filled the air. Brendon followed the aroma. He ended up at a bakery.
Brendon quickly checked his pockets for money, smiling when he found a ten dollar bill. He quickly pushed open the door. The place was warm, and inviting, Brendon quickly smelled the scent of the different cookies and other pastries cooling off.
Brendon looked at the many different cupcakes in the glass container. All designed and perfect, Brendon just wanted every single one.
A young man walked out of the back, setting a batch of sugar cookies on the cooling rack.
Brendon quickly walked up to the cash register. Two cupcakes already on his mind.
"Uhm, can I help you?" The young man asked. Brendon thought if there was a heaven, this would be it. Surrounded by sweet pastries and a really, really cute guy.
"Oh, I just wanna get two cupcakes," Brendon said smiling wide. The baker smiled a little. Brendon looked at his apron, 'Ryan' sowed on in script. It suited him.
"So, which ones?" Ryan said gesturing to the huge glass container.
Brendon quickly pointed out the two cupcakes. The first was a yellow cupcake with orange frosting, with clouds and a Big sun. The second was a chocolate cupcake, with dark blue frosting, a Crescent moon, yellow stars littering the rest of the cupcake.
Brendon smiled widely when Ryan gave him the box.
"Thanks come again," Ryan said as Brendon left.
~~~
Spencer lounged on Brendon's couch waiting for him to get home. He was 20 minutes late, Spencer wondered if he got lost, it is Brendon we're talking about. The door opened, Spencer rolled his eyes getting up from the couch.
"Finally!" he said.
"Hello to you to Spence," Brendon said. Placing the box on the table. Brendon walked to his room, he changed into a pair of sweat pants. He walked back to the living room, stopping short.
"NO!" Brendon exclaimed. Watching Spencer swallow a bite of what Brendon deemed the 'Night cake'.
Spencer licked the blue frosting off his lips. "What?" he said.
"That was mineee!" Brendon whined.
"God B, stop being such a drama queen there's another in the box," Spencer said, peeling off the bottom of the cupcake.
Brendon pouted and snatched the cupcake out of the box, sticking his tongue out at Spencer.
"Whatever,"
~~~
Whatever you say, Brendon Boyd Urie was not going into the bakery just to see Ryan. He was genuinely hungry every day after work.
"You know, if you keep coming back, I'm gonna start to think you're stalking me," Ryan said leaning on the counter.
Brendon laughed, pulling his wallet out of his sweat pants, oddly his jeans felt a little suffocating today.
"Hey Ryan, I was wondering, if you, ya' know if-," Brendon mumbled.
"Sure, I'll go out with you," Ryan said smiling.
Brendon blushed getting his cookies and giving Ryan his address.
~~~
Brendon picked out the perfect outfit. He pulled out the tightest pants he owned.
Brendon pulled them on stumbling a bit. He tried buttoning it.
"No, no, no, no!" Brendon exclaimed. Trying to button his pants.
"C'mon suck it in Urie!" he yelled at himself. He took in a deep breath, button still not reaching the other side.
"Spencer!!" he yelled into the house.
"What's wrong this time," Spencer said walking into the room.
"Help me, they won't fit," Brendon said pointing to the pants.
"Maybe its all the crap you've been eating," Spencer said pointing to the trash can, overflowing with pastry boxes.
"Aww shit, c'mon Spence, you grab the other side, and tug hard," Brendon said. The boys tried buttoning the cursed pants.
"It's not gonna fit you're ass got like a size bigger!" Spencer said wiping off a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"It has to! I have a date in like..." The door bell rang, cutting Brendon off.
"Shit!" Brendon exclaimed trying twice as hard to get the pants on.
Spencer walked to the front door, letting Ryan in.
"So, you're the guy?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah I guess," Ryan said. He set a box of pastries on the countertop.
"Brendon, Ryan's here!" Spencer yelled.
"Go right down there, Brendon's on his room,"He said pointing down the hall.
Ryan shrugged, walking into Brendon's room. Brendon was laying face down on his bed.
"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, crouching down.
"My pants don't fit anymore..." Brendon mumbled into the pillow.
Ryan laughed shaking his head.
"Well, why'd you eat so much then?" he asked.
"Cause, I wanted to see you," Brendon said sitting up straight.
"You didn't have to buy stuff just to see me," Ryan said sitting next to Brendon.
"I wanted you to come by," Ryan said placing a soft kiss to Brendons lips. Brendon blushed deeply.
"How about we stay in tonight?" Ryan offered.
"I'd like that," Brendon said.
The boys walked into the living room. Ryan got a cupcake out of the box and took a bite. Brendon scowled.
Spencer walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water.
Ryan offered Spencer a cupcake.
"Nah, I like my hips," Spencer said sticking his tongue out at Brendon.
Author: tadxbitxlate
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: PG-13
Beta: cyanidexhearts
Warning: Cursing.
Disclaimer: FAKE FAKERSON. Part of my imagination.
Summary: Brendon's had a bad day, looking for a sweet pick-me-up, he stumbles upon a bakery.
Brendon walked down the street, head hung low. It had been a long day at the store. Brendon worked in an antique shop owned by his grandfather. He managed to break at least four china plates today. Brendon knew he was doing an awful job, hell the only reason he still had it was because his grandfather owned the store.
Brendon kicked a rock, watching it skid and hit a car, leaving a huge scratch. Brendon quickly looked around, and quickly walked away. This day was getting worse. He inhaled deeply, he stopped, taking two quick sniffs of the air. A sweet scent filled the air. Brendon followed the aroma. He ended up at a bakery.
Brendon quickly checked his pockets for money, smiling when he found a ten dollar bill. He quickly pushed open the door. The place was warm, and inviting, Brendon quickly smelled the scent of the different cookies and other pastries cooling off.
Brendon looked at the many different cupcakes in the glass container. All designed and perfect, Brendon just wanted every single one.
A young man walked out of the back, setting a batch of sugar cookies on the cooling rack.
Brendon quickly walked up to the cash register. Two cupcakes already on his mind.
"Uhm, can I help you?" The young man asked. Brendon thought if there was a heaven, this would be it. Surrounded by sweet pastries and a really, really cute guy.
"Oh, I just wanna get two cupcakes," Brendon said smiling wide. The baker smiled a little. Brendon looked at his apron, 'Ryan' sowed on in script. It suited him.
"So, which ones?" Ryan said gesturing to the huge glass container.
Brendon quickly pointed out the two cupcakes. The first was a yellow cupcake with orange frosting, with clouds and a Big sun. The second was a chocolate cupcake, with dark blue frosting, a Crescent moon, yellow stars littering the rest of the cupcake.
Brendon smiled widely when Ryan gave him the box.
"Thanks come again," Ryan said as Brendon left.
~~~
Spencer lounged on Brendon's couch waiting for him to get home. He was 20 minutes late, Spencer wondered if he got lost, it is Brendon we're talking about. The door opened, Spencer rolled his eyes getting up from the couch.
"Finally!" he said.
"Hello to you to Spence," Brendon said. Placing the box on the table. Brendon walked to his room, he changed into a pair of sweat pants. He walked back to the living room, stopping short.
"NO!" Brendon exclaimed. Watching Spencer swallow a bite of what Brendon deemed the 'Night cake'.
Spencer licked the blue frosting off his lips. "What?" he said.
"That was mineee!" Brendon whined.
"God B, stop being such a drama queen there's another in the box," Spencer said, peeling off the bottom of the cupcake.
Brendon pouted and snatched the cupcake out of the box, sticking his tongue out at Spencer.
"Whatever,"
~~~
Whatever you say, Brendon Boyd Urie was not going into the bakery just to see Ryan. He was genuinely hungry every day after work.
"You know, if you keep coming back, I'm gonna start to think you're stalking me," Ryan said leaning on the counter.
Brendon laughed, pulling his wallet out of his sweat pants, oddly his jeans felt a little suffocating today.
"Hey Ryan, I was wondering, if you, ya' know if-," Brendon mumbled.
"Sure, I'll go out with you," Ryan said smiling.
Brendon blushed getting his cookies and giving Ryan his address.
~~~
Brendon picked out the perfect outfit. He pulled out the tightest pants he owned.
Brendon pulled them on stumbling a bit. He tried buttoning it.
"No, no, no, no!" Brendon exclaimed. Trying to button his pants.
"C'mon suck it in Urie!" he yelled at himself. He took in a deep breath, button still not reaching the other side.
"Spencer!!" he yelled into the house.
"What's wrong this time," Spencer said walking into the room.
"Help me, they won't fit," Brendon said pointing to the pants.
"Maybe its all the crap you've been eating," Spencer said pointing to the trash can, overflowing with pastry boxes.
"Aww shit, c'mon Spence, you grab the other side, and tug hard," Brendon said. The boys tried buttoning the cursed pants.
"It's not gonna fit you're ass got like a size bigger!" Spencer said wiping off a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"It has to! I have a date in like..." The door bell rang, cutting Brendon off.
"Shit!" Brendon exclaimed trying twice as hard to get the pants on.
Spencer walked to the front door, letting Ryan in.
"So, you're the guy?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah I guess," Ryan said. He set a box of pastries on the countertop.
"Brendon, Ryan's here!" Spencer yelled.
"Go right down there, Brendon's on his room,"He said pointing down the hall.
Ryan shrugged, walking into Brendon's room. Brendon was laying face down on his bed.
"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, crouching down.
"My pants don't fit anymore..." Brendon mumbled into the pillow.
Ryan laughed shaking his head.
"Well, why'd you eat so much then?" he asked.
"Cause, I wanted to see you," Brendon said sitting up straight.
"You didn't have to buy stuff just to see me," Ryan said sitting next to Brendon.
"I wanted you to come by," Ryan said placing a soft kiss to Brendons lips. Brendon blushed deeply.
"How about we stay in tonight?" Ryan offered.
"I'd like that," Brendon said.
The boys walked into the living room. Ryan got a cupcake out of the box and took a bite. Brendon scowled.
Spencer walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water.
Ryan offered Spencer a cupcake.
"Nah, I like my hips," Spencer said sticking his tongue out at Brendon.