Hope Has Wings [drabble]
Title: Hope Has Wings
Author: gothicxpianist
Pairing(s): implied Ryan/Brendon
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryan knows that Brendon isn't the fondest person of flying.
POV: Third Person
Beta: the_black_disc0
Disclaimer: All fake.
A/N: Very short. Just a little drabble I wrote on the plane ride to New York. Oh, how about that? A fic about planes written on a plane. (okay ignore me I'm running on two hours of sleep here XD) Enjoy!
Ryan knows that Brendon isn’t the fondest person of flying. He never was a fan of heights or planes or really anything that went higher than ten feet off the ground. Ryan remembers the first time they flew, after they actually got attention in other countries. It was Brendon’s first time on a plane. Ryan isn’t the most affectionate person in the world, but when he saw Brendon’s distressed face, fingers gripping the seat, Ryan hesitantly reached over and curled his hand around Brendon’s, squeezing. Brendon had looked over, glanced at their hands, and then closed his eyes, breathed, and held on tight. They never mentioned it, but every time after that Ryan always sat by Brendon when they traveled and let his hand be held. Brendon never told Ryan how much it helped him, but that’s okay because Ryan always notices the relaxed look on Brendon’s face once his hand is safely wrapped in Ryan’s fingers.
Ryan knows.
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Ryan, Brendon, and Spencer sit in the gate area, waiting for their flight to start boarding. They are all going to visit Jon in Chicago for New Years. They feel it’s only fair since Jon is always the one who travels to Vegas for them. They feel it’s their turn.
Brendon’s leg is bouncing up and down at a dizzying pace and Ryan knocks his foot against Brendon’s softly. Brendon glances over and smiles sheepishly and stills his leg, drumming his fingers instead. Ryan rolls his eyes, but just goes back to reading his book.
Their flight gets announced to start boarding, and Ryan stands up with his carry on, stretching. Brendon hops up and slings his own bag over his shoulder, gripping the strap until his fingers turn white.
They have been off tour for a while, and their last one was a US tour which meant driving in vans for hours on end instead of flying in the air. It also meant that they haven’t been on a plane in nearly a year.
Ryan glances at Brendon, and he can tell it’s going to be a tough flight for him.
They settle in their seats on the plane, and Brendon immediately fastens his seat belt as tight as he can. Ryan doesn’t know why Brendon is so deathly afraid of flying, and he’s never asked. He’s slightly curious, but stays silent once again as Brendon leans over and shuts the window next to Ryan. He always makes sure he has the aisle seat, and Ryan doesn’t complain.
Ryan looks over at Brendon and says carefully, “Why are you so afraid?”
Brendon looks over, surprised, because Ryan’s never really brought up his fear of flying before. He blinks and says, “I…. don’t know, really. I just am, I guess.” He shrugs and fiddles his fingers, and Ryan can tell that maybe there’s another reason. He sighs and picks at his cuticle, not wanting to pry but not wanting to stay silent either.
Brendon notices Ryan’s distressed face and opens his mouth, closes it, but then opens it again and says quietly, “It’s a stupid reason really.”
Ryan looks over at Brendon and shakes his head, “Of course it’s not stupid, Bren.”
“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Brendon points out.
The corner of Ryan’s mouth turns up slightly, affectionate, and says, “There’s never a stupid reason for being afraid.”
Brendon shrugs, but then mumbles, “It’s just, you, Spence, and Jon are really all I’ve got left. And I’m always paranoid I’ll lose you guys. Yeah I know there’s like, a really small chance of the plane crashing, but like, my Grandpa and Grandma were in a plane crash when I was little and it just….made me scared about it ever since.”
Ryan looks at Brendon with sad eyes and whispers, “That’s not stupid. I think it’s sweet that you care about us so much.”
Brendon looks up and smiles slightly. The plane jerks forward and Brendon’s smile disappears as he bites his bottom lip. Ryan reaches over and laces their fingers together, and Brendon immediately relaxes slightly, sinking down in his seat.
“Close your eyes,” Ryan says. “It’ll help.”
Brendon complies, and tucks his chin to his chest. Ryan can still feel how tense he is, so he reaches his free hand up and tugs lightly on Brendon’s hair until Brendon hesitantly leans his head on Ryan’s shoulder. He lets out a breath, and Ryan says, “I’m here,” into his ear. Brendon presses his nose against Ryan’s neck, and Ryan can feel the younger boy smile against his skin.
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Author: gothicxpianist
Pairing(s): implied Ryan/Brendon
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryan knows that Brendon isn't the fondest person of flying.
POV: Third Person
Beta: the_black_disc0
Disclaimer: All fake.
A/N: Very short. Just a little drabble I wrote on the plane ride to New York. Oh, how about that? A fic about planes written on a plane. (okay ignore me I'm running on two hours of sleep here XD) Enjoy!
Ryan knows that Brendon isn’t the fondest person of flying. He never was a fan of heights or planes or really anything that went higher than ten feet off the ground. Ryan remembers the first time they flew, after they actually got attention in other countries. It was Brendon’s first time on a plane. Ryan isn’t the most affectionate person in the world, but when he saw Brendon’s distressed face, fingers gripping the seat, Ryan hesitantly reached over and curled his hand around Brendon’s, squeezing. Brendon had looked over, glanced at their hands, and then closed his eyes, breathed, and held on tight. They never mentioned it, but every time after that Ryan always sat by Brendon when they traveled and let his hand be held. Brendon never told Ryan how much it helped him, but that’s okay because Ryan always notices the relaxed look on Brendon’s face once his hand is safely wrapped in Ryan’s fingers.
Ryan knows.
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Ryan, Brendon, and Spencer sit in the gate area, waiting for their flight to start boarding. They are all going to visit Jon in Chicago for New Years. They feel it’s only fair since Jon is always the one who travels to Vegas for them. They feel it’s their turn.
Brendon’s leg is bouncing up and down at a dizzying pace and Ryan knocks his foot against Brendon’s softly. Brendon glances over and smiles sheepishly and stills his leg, drumming his fingers instead. Ryan rolls his eyes, but just goes back to reading his book.
Their flight gets announced to start boarding, and Ryan stands up with his carry on, stretching. Brendon hops up and slings his own bag over his shoulder, gripping the strap until his fingers turn white.
They have been off tour for a while, and their last one was a US tour which meant driving in vans for hours on end instead of flying in the air. It also meant that they haven’t been on a plane in nearly a year.
Ryan glances at Brendon, and he can tell it’s going to be a tough flight for him.
They settle in their seats on the plane, and Brendon immediately fastens his seat belt as tight as he can. Ryan doesn’t know why Brendon is so deathly afraid of flying, and he’s never asked. He’s slightly curious, but stays silent once again as Brendon leans over and shuts the window next to Ryan. He always makes sure he has the aisle seat, and Ryan doesn’t complain.
Ryan looks over at Brendon and says carefully, “Why are you so afraid?”
Brendon looks over, surprised, because Ryan’s never really brought up his fear of flying before. He blinks and says, “I…. don’t know, really. I just am, I guess.” He shrugs and fiddles his fingers, and Ryan can tell that maybe there’s another reason. He sighs and picks at his cuticle, not wanting to pry but not wanting to stay silent either.
Brendon notices Ryan’s distressed face and opens his mouth, closes it, but then opens it again and says quietly, “It’s a stupid reason really.”
Ryan looks over at Brendon and shakes his head, “Of course it’s not stupid, Bren.”
“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Brendon points out.
The corner of Ryan’s mouth turns up slightly, affectionate, and says, “There’s never a stupid reason for being afraid.”
Brendon shrugs, but then mumbles, “It’s just, you, Spence, and Jon are really all I’ve got left. And I’m always paranoid I’ll lose you guys. Yeah I know there’s like, a really small chance of the plane crashing, but like, my Grandpa and Grandma were in a plane crash when I was little and it just….made me scared about it ever since.”
Ryan looks at Brendon with sad eyes and whispers, “That’s not stupid. I think it’s sweet that you care about us so much.”
Brendon looks up and smiles slightly. The plane jerks forward and Brendon’s smile disappears as he bites his bottom lip. Ryan reaches over and laces their fingers together, and Brendon immediately relaxes slightly, sinking down in his seat.
“Close your eyes,” Ryan says. “It’ll help.”
Brendon complies, and tucks his chin to his chest. Ryan can still feel how tense he is, so he reaches his free hand up and tugs lightly on Brendon’s hair until Brendon hesitantly leans his head on Ryan’s shoulder. He lets out a breath, and Ryan says, “I’m here,” into his ear. Brendon presses his nose against Ryan’s neck, and Ryan can feel the younger boy smile against his skin.
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