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2nd-Aug-2010 09:52 pm
[fashion] gorgeousity
E is for entwined, provided by egelantier . I've actually had this written for a while but wanted to finish D first. Seeing as D is being especially stubborn though, I thought I'd post this in the hopes that someone would prompt me for F and get me writing again.

I don't know if anyone reads these guys anymore, but just in case...

Title: Entwined
Fandom: bandom
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: PG (some language)
Word count: ~600
Summary: Brendon and Ryan continue to navigate this new relationship-type thing (which sometimes involves sending pictures long-distance).
Author's note: A sequel/companion of sorts to Clandestine. All you really need to know is that it takes place post-split and Brendon and Ryan have a relationship of sorts. Many thanks to momebie  for her beta'ing <3

“How were the Grammies?” Ryan says when he picks up the phone.

“They were good,” Brendon says companionably from the other side and then, “You jealous?”

“Only of Spencer’s hand almost on your ass,”

“What?” Brendon says around a laugh.

“I saw the pictures; it looks like Spence is two seconds away from groping your ass.”

“There are pictures up already? No, wait, you went and found the pictures?”

“I didn’t find them,” Ryan scoffs, “They were sent to me.” He doesn’t add that they were sent to him via a Google alert. Certain things Brendon doesn’t need to know.

Brendon laughs. “Yeah, okay. How’d we look?”

“Fishing for compliments, Urie? Really?” Ryan says, his voice dripping disdain.

“So I looked good then?” Brendon says smugly, missing the point.

“You looked good,” Ryan concedes. “So did Spence.”

There’s silence for a moment, but Ryan can hear Brendon messing around on his computer. He waits for Brendon to either erupt into laughter and send him the link to another stupid cat youtube video or to rejoin with conversation with a complete non-sequitor, but all Brendon says is, “Are you near your computer?”

“Um, I can be...” Ryan says and wanders back to the room he keeps as an office, which really means a room with a bunch of junk and his computer.

“Okay, check your e-mail,” Brendon says and Ryan touches his finger to the touchpad and waits for his computer to wake up. He obediently logs into his e-mail and is unsurprised that among his twelve new messages is one from Brendon with no subject line. He clicks it and sees there’s an attachment. It’s an image with the filename IMG2543.JPG which doesn’t help Ryan at all. He hesitates only slightly before opening it, wondering if it’s going to be Brendon slipping out of his Grammy outfit or his dog doing something that Brendon finds adorable.

It’s neither. It’s a pair of legs entwined with the feet touching, and even if Ryan hadn’t been able to tell who it was from the mismatched argyle socks on one pair of feet and the hot pink toe polish on the other that Brendon’s niece had helpfully applied for him, he would have known who it was by Brendon’s stupid hairy toes. It’s a bit ridiculous, Ryan thinks, that he knows Brendon’s toes so well.

“When was this?” Ryan asks.

“Last time,” Brendon says instead of two weeks ago.

“Where was I?” Ryan asks, because he thinks he’d remember Brendon taking a creepy photo of their feet (even though, as Ryan will admit only to himself, it’s not creepy at all).

“You were asleep.”

“Oh,” Ryan says and looks at it some more. It’s a strange angle but a good shot and Ryan tells Brendon so before adding, “Thanks.”

“That’s all?” Brendon says, a bit incredulously. “No snarky comments? No disparaging remarks?”

“I’m saving them for when you’re here in person,” Ryan says, smiling a little.

“So I can shut you up with my cock?” Brendon replies, obnoxiously and predictably and Ryan laughs.

“Something like that, yeah.”

“I’ll be there in an hour?” Brendon says and Ryan straightens a little and looks at the time on his laptop.

“It’s like two in the morning,” he says carefully.

“I haven’t been drinking, relax,” Brendon replies and Ryan wonders when he let Brendon know him so well.

“Okay,” he says then, and feels the familiar thrum of butterflies at the thought of seeing Brendon which he has stopped trying to squash.

“Okay,” Brendon echoes and Ryan can hear the smile in his tone.

Prompt me for F?
4th-Aug-2010 02:44 am (UTC)
Stiiiiill adorbs!

F. F. Furry Walls! Fluffy Bunnies! Fake Flowers! Friction!
5th-Aug-2010 02:25 am (UTC)

5th-Aug-2010 02:26 am (UTC)
MY FACE DOES START WITH F, BUT I THINK THAT WILL BE A LITTLE HARD TO WORK INTO PANIC FIC. I mean, I've been in the same room as them three times, but I don't think it counts.
4th-Aug-2010 05:53 am (UTC)
yo i read this and the one before it. owns. didn't realize how down for post-split brendon/ryan i was, but there you have it, hahaha. thanks for this.
5th-Aug-2010 02:25 am (UTC)

yo thanks duder!
4th-Aug-2010 06:59 am (UTC)
Aw, I love the banter between these two. And the photo of the feet is just adorable. ♥
5th-Aug-2010 02:26 am (UTC)

♥ ♥ ♥
4th-Aug-2010 08:43 am (UTC)
Oh my goodness yessssss *_*

“When was this?” Ryan asks.

“Last time,” Brendon says instead of two weeks ago.

Yes yes yes yes yes. Please continue writing in this universe forever.

Flame! Fracture! French kissing! Frescoes! Freeze!
5th-Aug-2010 02:27 am (UTC)

um.... okay! :D

(thank youuu ♥)

4th-Aug-2010 08:57 am (UTC)
Oh my god, yes. *__* So good, argh. You should do ALL of your alphabet prompts in this universe. *G*

Fear? Fury? Freaked? Fierce?
5th-Aug-2010 02:30 am (UTC)

I'm... sort of considering it? *G*

ooh, but FIERCE makes me think of this lady here *points to icon*

(but Fear and Freaked have Ryan Ross written all over them in this 'verse, heh)
4th-Aug-2010 09:01 am (UTC)
God, they're really sweet sometimes, it's nice.
5th-Aug-2010 03:20 am (UTC)

I'm sure they're not but I like to pretend :)
26th-Oct-2010 02:38 pm (UTC)
this verse owns my heart. kthanks :)

Ferris wheel? ; )
30th-Oct-2010 03:05 am (UTC)

thank youuuu. I like your prompt lots!
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