'Raindrops on Roses' [Brendon Urie/Jon Walker]
Title: 'Raindrops on Roses'
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nothing overt, but distinct overtones of Jon/Brendon
Word Count: ~550
Summary: Brendon has something he really wants to show Ryan & Spencer, but neither of them will listen. Enter Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Walker.
Disclaimer: Yeah, Brendon's sitting right next to me. He recounted it & I typed it. I tried to explain that I don't do this for profit but he still wanted royalties. Bitch.
Author Notes: Wrote this while I was at work *shifty eyes*
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“Ryan! Ry-an!”
“Bren, I just got an idea for a song, okay? Give me a minute?”
“But Ry-an…”
Spencer leans his head against the back of the couch. “Shut the hell up, Brendon.”
Brendon flares his nostrils. “You’d think it was cool if you let me show you.” A brief silence, then, “Spen-cer…”
Spencer groans. Ryan rubs his temples. “Brendon, are you planning to be quiet anytime soon or,” he pauses, making sure his tone remains even, doesn’t want a confrontation, not today, “should I just, you know, go sit somewhere else?”
Brendon looks wounded. “I’ll be quiet, Ryan, I promise - it’s just, you have to see this.”
“Later, Brendon, okay?” Ryan says softly. He scribbles something in his notebook.
Brendon nods sadly, emits a little sigh and slinks, downcast, out of the room. He pads across the cabin’s wooden floors in his socked feet until he reaches the kitchen, hears the clink of a spoon in a bowl and the rustle of cereal spilling from its box. “Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Walker.”
Jon looks up from his Frosted Flakes and beams. “Brendon Urie! Come have breakfast with me.”
“Okay!” Brendon says happily, grabbing a bowl and spoon and sitting down at the table. Soon they’re both munching contentedly in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. Brendon shakes the cereal box experimentally. Jon raises his eyebrows. “Is there a toy?” Brendon inquires.
Jon nods somberly. “There was. Spencer took it.”
Brendon narrows his eyes. “Spencer,” he says murderously. “Spencer’s mean.”
“Sometimes,” Jon answers noncommittally.
Brendon pouts. “Jon Walk-er,” he begins, waiting to be shushed and displaced like a wayward puppy wiggling underfoot, but Jon just quirks an eyebrow at him. “There’s this thing I wanted to show Ryan, but he’s too busy writing songs and Spencer’s being a bitch, Jon Walker, a bitch,” Brendon tells him, eyes wide.
Jon suppresses a smile. “Well, what is it, Brendon? Can I see it?”
Brendon’s face lights up. “You want to?!”
Jon pushes his chair back and stands up from the table. “Sure, where is it?”
He allows Brendon to grab his hand and pull him outside to the garden, still dewy from last night’s rainstorm. The bottoms of Jon’s pajama pants are getting wet but he doesn’t mind because he knows this is important to Brendon. He’s just beginning to regret renting a cabin with such a big garden when they come to a sudden stop.
“There!” Brendon exclaims, pointing triumphantly. And there in front of them, jeweled and glistening in the morning sunlight, huge and perfect, glitters a spiderweb. Jon smiles and watches the threads sparkle in the sunlight. “See, Jon Walker, see?”
Jon smiles wider and nods. “I see. Thank you for showing this to me, Brendon.”
“Thank you for letting me,” Brendon says innocently. “I wish the other guys could see it too.”
Jon snakes an arm around Brendon’s waist, squeezes. “Maybe they’ll listen if we ask them together.”
“Really?” Brendon asks, resting his head on Jon’s left shoulder.
Jon ruffles Brendon’s hair. “Really.”
“Can we do it now? Before the web gets ruined? A bird might fly into it or something.”
Jon laughs, then reaches for Brendon’s hand and grips it tight. “Yeah, Brendon,” he breathes. “We’ll do it right now.”
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nothing overt, but distinct overtones of Jon/Brendon
Word Count: ~550
Summary: Brendon has something he really wants to show Ryan & Spencer, but neither of them will listen. Enter Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Walker.
Disclaimer: Yeah, Brendon's sitting right next to me. He recounted it & I typed it. I tried to explain that I don't do this for profit but he still wanted royalties. Bitch.
Author Notes: Wrote this while I was at work *shifty eyes*
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“Ryan! Ry-an!”
“Bren, I just got an idea for a song, okay? Give me a minute?”
“But Ry-an…”
Spencer leans his head against the back of the couch. “Shut the hell up, Brendon.”
Brendon flares his nostrils. “You’d think it was cool if you let me show you.” A brief silence, then, “Spen-cer…”
Spencer groans. Ryan rubs his temples. “Brendon, are you planning to be quiet anytime soon or,” he pauses, making sure his tone remains even, doesn’t want a confrontation, not today, “should I just, you know, go sit somewhere else?”
Brendon looks wounded. “I’ll be quiet, Ryan, I promise - it’s just, you have to see this.”
“Later, Brendon, okay?” Ryan says softly. He scribbles something in his notebook.
Brendon nods sadly, emits a little sigh and slinks, downcast, out of the room. He pads across the cabin’s wooden floors in his socked feet until he reaches the kitchen, hears the clink of a spoon in a bowl and the rustle of cereal spilling from its box. “Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Walker.”
Jon looks up from his Frosted Flakes and beams. “Brendon Urie! Come have breakfast with me.”
“Okay!” Brendon says happily, grabbing a bowl and spoon and sitting down at the table. Soon they’re both munching contentedly in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. Brendon shakes the cereal box experimentally. Jon raises his eyebrows. “Is there a toy?” Brendon inquires.
Jon nods somberly. “There was. Spencer took it.”
Brendon narrows his eyes. “Spencer,” he says murderously. “Spencer’s mean.”
“Sometimes,” Jon answers noncommittally.
Brendon pouts. “Jon Walk-er,” he begins, waiting to be shushed and displaced like a wayward puppy wiggling underfoot, but Jon just quirks an eyebrow at him. “There’s this thing I wanted to show Ryan, but he’s too busy writing songs and Spencer’s being a bitch, Jon Walker, a bitch,” Brendon tells him, eyes wide.
Jon suppresses a smile. “Well, what is it, Brendon? Can I see it?”
Brendon’s face lights up. “You want to?!”
Jon pushes his chair back and stands up from the table. “Sure, where is it?”
He allows Brendon to grab his hand and pull him outside to the garden, still dewy from last night’s rainstorm. The bottoms of Jon’s pajama pants are getting wet but he doesn’t mind because he knows this is important to Brendon. He’s just beginning to regret renting a cabin with such a big garden when they come to a sudden stop.
“There!” Brendon exclaims, pointing triumphantly. And there in front of them, jeweled and glistening in the morning sunlight, huge and perfect, glitters a spiderweb. Jon smiles and watches the threads sparkle in the sunlight. “See, Jon Walker, see?”
Jon smiles wider and nods. “I see. Thank you for showing this to me, Brendon.”
“Thank you for letting me,” Brendon says innocently. “I wish the other guys could see it too.”
Jon snakes an arm around Brendon’s waist, squeezes. “Maybe they’ll listen if we ask them together.”
“Really?” Brendon asks, resting his head on Jon’s left shoulder.
Jon ruffles Brendon’s hair. “Really.”
“Can we do it now? Before the web gets ruined? A bird might fly into it or something.”
Jon laughs, then reaches for Brendon’s hand and grips it tight. “Yeah, Brendon,” he breathes. “We’ll do it right now.”
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