Tiny things
Since I really haven't been able to finish anything fic-wise since completing my BBB I decided you guys can have some drabbles and prompts and they are under the cut :) Some of these might be expanded someday but most probably won't.
This first one is apart of what I call high school student girl!Ryan/College student!Jon verse. This has the most potential of becoming real fic seeing as its on my wip list and I really like the idea. It's also kinda choppy so, just saying.
Jon and Ryan are kissing outside of Ryan’s house in Jon’s car. It’s just simple slow kisses, her hands on Jon’s chest, inching up his neck, long fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of his neck. The lights in Ryan’s house are all off save for just the lamp in the living room. Ryan mutters against Jon’s mouth, something about her dad being passed out in the living room, drunk off his ass.
Jon hates dropping her off at night, hates leaving her at home. He wants to keep her in his apartment, keep her tucked and safe in his bed. But Ryan’s a junior in high school, Ryan is still too young. Ryan’s barely seventeen and scared to be home alone.
Jon holds her close and she’s small and frail but strong at the same time.
“It won’t be like this for long,” he whispers into her flat-ironed hair. She nods and pushes her head up under his chin.
“When it’s the future I’ll graduate from high school.”
“I’ll be there watching,” Jon reminds her and he hears Ryan laugh.
“And then I can move in with you.” She pulls back and looks in his eyes. “We’ll live together and I’ll go to the same college as you and we’ll spend every Saturday in bed.”
Jon smoothes a hand down her back, “It’s a plan.”
Ryan sometimes comes over to Jon’s apartment after her classes are over. Sometimes Jon is there and sometimes he’s working at Starbucks down the street, he leaves a key under the fake little rock by his door and Ryan will let herself in. She’ll do her homework and watch TV. Sometimes, if she’s had a good day or her dad wasn’t drunk on the couch when she got home, sometimes she’ll cook. It’s never anything extravagant because Jon doesn’t have a lot of shit in his apartment but it’s still nice to come home and Ryan’s in the kitchen, smiling at him.
On some nights Ryan will spend the night at his place. Only on nights where Ryan’s dad has screamed at her until his throat was raw, when he threw an empty bottle at her, aiming for her head but hitting the wall instead. On nights like those; and they’re happening with more frequency, she’ll spend the night at Jon’s place and she’ll wrap up in his sheets and she’ll let Jon hold her until she falls asleep.
He drives her to school those days; he drops her off two blocks from her high school because Ryan says she doesn’t want Jon to be classified as a ‘creepy guy’. She covers her red rimmed eyes in black and she presses a kiss to his mouth before she slides from his car, backpack over her shoulder.
Sometimes Jon forgets that she’s just a kid, but he never forgets how much he loves her.
Jon’s hanging out at Ryan’s house, her dad’s been gone since this morning and Ryan doesn’t know where. She’s sitting on his lap, her long legs draped over his knees. They had been talking but now they’re making out, slow teasing kisses. Jon’s not usually comfortable kissing her at her house mostly because her dad doesn’t know about them and he doesn’t want him to find out.
Ryan takes his hand and leads her up the stairs to her bedroom, posters of Fall Out Boy, and pictures of her and Spencer pulling stupid faces are slapped on the wall and he smiles at that, she tells him to shut up and then she takes off her clothes.
Jon idly wonders if Spencer knows about him, if he thinks Ryan’s making a huge mistake. And then he wonders if Ryan will wash her sheets before Spencer comes over the next time. Ryan gets a text from her dad saying that he’s on his way home and Jon gets dressed faster than he ever has before.
Later when Jon is at home there’s a knock on the door and he’s thinking Tom, he’s thinking William. But when he opens the door he sees a very pissed off middle aged man and behind him a crying girl.
“Dad, please, Dad,” Ryan is pleading, tugging at his arm and Ryan’s dad pushes Ryan away, too hard and Ryan hits the hallway wall too hard. Anger flares in Jon’s chest but her dad blocks the way.
“So you’re the sick son of a bitch that’s been fucking my underage degenerate of a daughter?” He snarls and then before Jon can say anything Ryan’s dad’s fist is connecting with his jaw and his head snaps to the side. Jon cups his jaw and Ryan’s dad turns on her snarls. “Don’t you fucking come home tonight you slut.”
Ryan’s dad stomps away and Ryan is slumped against the wall sobbing into her knees, she doesn’t flinch when Jon touches her, collects her in his arms, she’s so light, so small, and he takes her into his apartment, kicks the door closed and sets her in his bed, lies with his arms around her.
The rest of these probably won't be made into something more.
Panic gsf
There are four rooms and four beds but most nights there are four bodies laid out on the living room floor; curled together in a mess of body parts. Brendon feels like they’ve found a piece of the world all for their own; a hidden spot that no one else can entrench upon; a secret tucked away in a cabin in the middle of the mountains in a land of nowhere. All they have to do is exist and kiss and fuck until they fall asleep and awake and live all over again. Realistically Brendon knows that the secret will someday end; that they’ll leave the mountain and the land and have to pull in what they so freely let fly here. Brendon knows it’ll end someday but at least he knows that that day isn’t this one.
Jon/Ryan stoner sex
It’s slower; Jon’s moves are a soft buzzing hum around Ryan. Jon has more strength; more competence between the two of them and he’s on top; riding Ryan’s cock in slow motion. Ryan’s never felt it all as much as right now. He’s experiencing everything in tenfold. He doesn’t think Jon’s ever felt as warm, as tight. Ryan thinks that the two of them must be beautiful right now; two bodies rocking, giving and taking and Ryan almost can’t breathe with the way the thoughts fill up his chest. He holds on to Jon because he has to hold on to something out of fear of floating away and never coming back down and he doesn’t want to go anywhere unless Jon is accompanying him.
(Actually I like this one but I can't write ghosts sooo)
Brendon/Ghost!Spencer
Spencer figures telling Brendon he didn’t mean to die won’t do any good. Spencer just sticks around Brendon’s place; floating, which feels a lot like walking just without the fatigue, up and down the halls and sticking to the corners of Brendon’s bedroom. Spencer hates it when Brendon cries over him, he hates Brendon crying at all but over him it’s even worse. It’s that crying that lures Spencer out from the corners but he at least has the sense to wait until Brendon is nearly asleep; lying down beside him and willing all the energy inside him to focus on allowing his arm to rest around Brendon’s waist. Spencer whispers to Brendon at night that he’s sorry; that he misses him; that he’ll always watch and protect; that Brendon doesn’t have to cry anymore. Spencer drifts back to his corners and hallways come morning and he can at least take comfort in the fact that Brendon wakes up smiling.
(Okay I like this one too but if I made it more it would not be Jon/Spencer)
Jon/Spencer amnesia
Jon doesn’t know who The Young Veins are. He doesn’t know the Nicks. He remembers Andy but only in a ‘hey we went to high school and sometimes I see you in Chicago’ kind of way. Jon remembers Ryan, Brendon, and Spencer just fine. He remembers Pretty.Odd and his cats’ just fine. He remembers touring and he remembers how he was dating Spencer. Jon doesn’t remember the break up; both of the band and of Spencer and him and he’s frustrated and he cries when Ryan and Brendon break it to him that Panic is no more; at least not the version with the four of them. Jon holds on to Spencer and says he doesn’t understand. Jon cries and he clings to Spencer and he asks over and over again “But we’re okay, right? We’re okay Spence?’ Spencer doesn’t know how to say no, that he hasn’t talked to Jon since his birthday and hasn’t seen him in over a year. Spencer doesn’t know how to lie so he just holds Jon.
Ryan/Jon facials
Ryan waits; Ryan is patient and He’s waiting on his knees, his hands folded in front of him and his face tipped up for Jon. He looks up at Jon through his eyelashes and he hears Jon moan. Jon’s hand comes out and taps against the side of Ryan’s face; asking for entrance. Ryan opens his mouth and adverts his gaze. He can hear the slick sound of Jon’s cock sliding through the tight circle of his fist and he waits patiently for the heat of Jon’s come marking his skin, streaking his face. Ryan hears Jon moan loud and broken and his eyes flutter close in anticipation for what he knows is coming.
(maybe)
Jon wing!fic
Take your wings off, you can’t fly in here. Jon’s maybe listened to that song an awful lot lately; lying flat on his stomach with the cd in the stereo. His wings twitch like they know what Jon’s thinking. Jon lets the song play on and on; droning on repeat. He opens all the windows in his room and lets the golden sunlight wash the walls. He pushes a chair to the wall and stands atop it, peering outside; a place he isn’t allowed to go if the armed guards outside have anything to say about it. Sometimes he gathers the feathers that fall from him and he collects them in the bowl of his shirt; he stands on his chair and he lets the feathers go, one at a time, letting the wind catch them, tug them from his fingers and he lets them go; repeating the action until he has no more, until his feathers are free in a way he’ll never be.
(Okay I really like this one)
Robot!Ryan/Jon (sorta)
There’s a lot Ryan doesn’t understand. He can calculate how long Jon should sleep down to the very nano-second and he cooks food at perfect temperatures but still there are things that elude him. He doesn’t understand emotions and it frustrates him to be unable to comprehend why sometimes Jon; his master; the one who gave him life. Why Jon sometimes looks at him with bleeding eyes or sometimes why he’ll cup the artificial skin of Ryan’s cheek and do what Ryan’s come to figure out is smiling.
Ryan goes into Jon’s room to clean up for his dear master while he’s at work; he’s usually not allowed in his master’s room but his chips have calculated the odds of Jon finding out and the odds are in Ryan’s favor. Ryan slips into the room and he scans the items; all the things that he deems untidy by social standards he cleans up.
There’s a picture on the nightstand that’s crooked and Ryan stops in his attempt at straightening it. The picture is of Jon; deemed younger by Ryan’s data chips and another young human male; one that Ryan’s chips say is him. But none of Ryan’s memory scans recall the photo being taken or the way Jon is holding him close with an arm around the waist.
Ryan doesn’t remember knowing how to smile or wearing the clothes like the male in the picture. Ryan is confused; his internal hard drive is unable to compute him an answer to the query of who this male is. When Jon comes home Ryan doesn’t ask about the male who bears Ryan’s face despite a 000.2% margin of error. And the next time Jon looks at him with that deemed sad smile; Ryan’s memory chips recall the photo and he thinks he understands.
Will/Peaches fluff
Will finds the dog. It’s this tiny little scrappy thing and really, Nick isn’t imagining that it only has three legs. Ryan confirms this by stopping next to Nick on his way to the van and pointing a finger at the underfed animal. “That dog has three legs.”
“Why thanks, Captain Obvious,” Will snorts and then Will is looking at Nick with big eyes and he’s picking up the dog and smiling. “Isn’t he cute, Peach?” Nick ignores the pet name because no, they can’t have a dog on the road; in a tiny van, they just can’t. Later the dog is sleeping almost on top of Nick when Jon finally wakes up and blinks at Ryan, Will and Nick and then the dog, which they haven’t named yet; Will likes Jimi and Nick likes Tilly. Jon points to the dog.
“That dog has three legs.”
The last drabble leads to my last point.
On twitter Will Noon said he'd answer some questions before he went to sleep and someone asked him if Nick White was his boyfriend and he replied with and I quote. "I am not worthy of god's most precious angel."
THE POINT IS I WOULD REALLY LIKE EVERYONE TO WRITE ME SOME NICK WHITE/WILL NOON OKAY?
You'd have my heart if you left me some in a comment. :D
This first one is apart of what I call high school student girl!Ryan/College student!Jon verse. This has the most potential of becoming real fic seeing as its on my wip list and I really like the idea. It's also kinda choppy so, just saying.
Jon and Ryan are kissing outside of Ryan’s house in Jon’s car. It’s just simple slow kisses, her hands on Jon’s chest, inching up his neck, long fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of his neck. The lights in Ryan’s house are all off save for just the lamp in the living room. Ryan mutters against Jon’s mouth, something about her dad being passed out in the living room, drunk off his ass.
Jon hates dropping her off at night, hates leaving her at home. He wants to keep her in his apartment, keep her tucked and safe in his bed. But Ryan’s a junior in high school, Ryan is still too young. Ryan’s barely seventeen and scared to be home alone.
Jon holds her close and she’s small and frail but strong at the same time.
“It won’t be like this for long,” he whispers into her flat-ironed hair. She nods and pushes her head up under his chin.
“When it’s the future I’ll graduate from high school.”
“I’ll be there watching,” Jon reminds her and he hears Ryan laugh.
“And then I can move in with you.” She pulls back and looks in his eyes. “We’ll live together and I’ll go to the same college as you and we’ll spend every Saturday in bed.”
Jon smoothes a hand down her back, “It’s a plan.”
Ryan sometimes comes over to Jon’s apartment after her classes are over. Sometimes Jon is there and sometimes he’s working at Starbucks down the street, he leaves a key under the fake little rock by his door and Ryan will let herself in. She’ll do her homework and watch TV. Sometimes, if she’s had a good day or her dad wasn’t drunk on the couch when she got home, sometimes she’ll cook. It’s never anything extravagant because Jon doesn’t have a lot of shit in his apartment but it’s still nice to come home and Ryan’s in the kitchen, smiling at him.
On some nights Ryan will spend the night at his place. Only on nights where Ryan’s dad has screamed at her until his throat was raw, when he threw an empty bottle at her, aiming for her head but hitting the wall instead. On nights like those; and they’re happening with more frequency, she’ll spend the night at Jon’s place and she’ll wrap up in his sheets and she’ll let Jon hold her until she falls asleep.
He drives her to school those days; he drops her off two blocks from her high school because Ryan says she doesn’t want Jon to be classified as a ‘creepy guy’. She covers her red rimmed eyes in black and she presses a kiss to his mouth before she slides from his car, backpack over her shoulder.
Sometimes Jon forgets that she’s just a kid, but he never forgets how much he loves her.
Jon’s hanging out at Ryan’s house, her dad’s been gone since this morning and Ryan doesn’t know where. She’s sitting on his lap, her long legs draped over his knees. They had been talking but now they’re making out, slow teasing kisses. Jon’s not usually comfortable kissing her at her house mostly because her dad doesn’t know about them and he doesn’t want him to find out.
Ryan takes his hand and leads her up the stairs to her bedroom, posters of Fall Out Boy, and pictures of her and Spencer pulling stupid faces are slapped on the wall and he smiles at that, she tells him to shut up and then she takes off her clothes.
Jon idly wonders if Spencer knows about him, if he thinks Ryan’s making a huge mistake. And then he wonders if Ryan will wash her sheets before Spencer comes over the next time. Ryan gets a text from her dad saying that he’s on his way home and Jon gets dressed faster than he ever has before.
Later when Jon is at home there’s a knock on the door and he’s thinking Tom, he’s thinking William. But when he opens the door he sees a very pissed off middle aged man and behind him a crying girl.
“Dad, please, Dad,” Ryan is pleading, tugging at his arm and Ryan’s dad pushes Ryan away, too hard and Ryan hits the hallway wall too hard. Anger flares in Jon’s chest but her dad blocks the way.
“So you’re the sick son of a bitch that’s been fucking my underage degenerate of a daughter?” He snarls and then before Jon can say anything Ryan’s dad’s fist is connecting with his jaw and his head snaps to the side. Jon cups his jaw and Ryan’s dad turns on her snarls. “Don’t you fucking come home tonight you slut.”
Ryan’s dad stomps away and Ryan is slumped against the wall sobbing into her knees, she doesn’t flinch when Jon touches her, collects her in his arms, she’s so light, so small, and he takes her into his apartment, kicks the door closed and sets her in his bed, lies with his arms around her.
The rest of these probably won't be made into something more.
Panic gsf
There are four rooms and four beds but most nights there are four bodies laid out on the living room floor; curled together in a mess of body parts. Brendon feels like they’ve found a piece of the world all for their own; a hidden spot that no one else can entrench upon; a secret tucked away in a cabin in the middle of the mountains in a land of nowhere. All they have to do is exist and kiss and fuck until they fall asleep and awake and live all over again. Realistically Brendon knows that the secret will someday end; that they’ll leave the mountain and the land and have to pull in what they so freely let fly here. Brendon knows it’ll end someday but at least he knows that that day isn’t this one.
Jon/Ryan stoner sex
It’s slower; Jon’s moves are a soft buzzing hum around Ryan. Jon has more strength; more competence between the two of them and he’s on top; riding Ryan’s cock in slow motion. Ryan’s never felt it all as much as right now. He’s experiencing everything in tenfold. He doesn’t think Jon’s ever felt as warm, as tight. Ryan thinks that the two of them must be beautiful right now; two bodies rocking, giving and taking and Ryan almost can’t breathe with the way the thoughts fill up his chest. He holds on to Jon because he has to hold on to something out of fear of floating away and never coming back down and he doesn’t want to go anywhere unless Jon is accompanying him.
(Actually I like this one but I can't write ghosts sooo)
Brendon/Ghost!Spencer
Spencer figures telling Brendon he didn’t mean to die won’t do any good. Spencer just sticks around Brendon’s place; floating, which feels a lot like walking just without the fatigue, up and down the halls and sticking to the corners of Brendon’s bedroom. Spencer hates it when Brendon cries over him, he hates Brendon crying at all but over him it’s even worse. It’s that crying that lures Spencer out from the corners but he at least has the sense to wait until Brendon is nearly asleep; lying down beside him and willing all the energy inside him to focus on allowing his arm to rest around Brendon’s waist. Spencer whispers to Brendon at night that he’s sorry; that he misses him; that he’ll always watch and protect; that Brendon doesn’t have to cry anymore. Spencer drifts back to his corners and hallways come morning and he can at least take comfort in the fact that Brendon wakes up smiling.
(Okay I like this one too but if I made it more it would not be Jon/Spencer)
Jon/Spencer amnesia
Jon doesn’t know who The Young Veins are. He doesn’t know the Nicks. He remembers Andy but only in a ‘hey we went to high school and sometimes I see you in Chicago’ kind of way. Jon remembers Ryan, Brendon, and Spencer just fine. He remembers Pretty.Odd and his cats’ just fine. He remembers touring and he remembers how he was dating Spencer. Jon doesn’t remember the break up; both of the band and of Spencer and him and he’s frustrated and he cries when Ryan and Brendon break it to him that Panic is no more; at least not the version with the four of them. Jon holds on to Spencer and says he doesn’t understand. Jon cries and he clings to Spencer and he asks over and over again “But we’re okay, right? We’re okay Spence?’ Spencer doesn’t know how to say no, that he hasn’t talked to Jon since his birthday and hasn’t seen him in over a year. Spencer doesn’t know how to lie so he just holds Jon.
Ryan/Jon facials
Ryan waits; Ryan is patient and He’s waiting on his knees, his hands folded in front of him and his face tipped up for Jon. He looks up at Jon through his eyelashes and he hears Jon moan. Jon’s hand comes out and taps against the side of Ryan’s face; asking for entrance. Ryan opens his mouth and adverts his gaze. He can hear the slick sound of Jon’s cock sliding through the tight circle of his fist and he waits patiently for the heat of Jon’s come marking his skin, streaking his face. Ryan hears Jon moan loud and broken and his eyes flutter close in anticipation for what he knows is coming.
(maybe)
Jon wing!fic
Take your wings off, you can’t fly in here. Jon’s maybe listened to that song an awful lot lately; lying flat on his stomach with the cd in the stereo. His wings twitch like they know what Jon’s thinking. Jon lets the song play on and on; droning on repeat. He opens all the windows in his room and lets the golden sunlight wash the walls. He pushes a chair to the wall and stands atop it, peering outside; a place he isn’t allowed to go if the armed guards outside have anything to say about it. Sometimes he gathers the feathers that fall from him and he collects them in the bowl of his shirt; he stands on his chair and he lets the feathers go, one at a time, letting the wind catch them, tug them from his fingers and he lets them go; repeating the action until he has no more, until his feathers are free in a way he’ll never be.
(Okay I really like this one)
Robot!Ryan/Jon (sorta)
There’s a lot Ryan doesn’t understand. He can calculate how long Jon should sleep down to the very nano-second and he cooks food at perfect temperatures but still there are things that elude him. He doesn’t understand emotions and it frustrates him to be unable to comprehend why sometimes Jon; his master; the one who gave him life. Why Jon sometimes looks at him with bleeding eyes or sometimes why he’ll cup the artificial skin of Ryan’s cheek and do what Ryan’s come to figure out is smiling.
Ryan goes into Jon’s room to clean up for his dear master while he’s at work; he’s usually not allowed in his master’s room but his chips have calculated the odds of Jon finding out and the odds are in Ryan’s favor. Ryan slips into the room and he scans the items; all the things that he deems untidy by social standards he cleans up.
There’s a picture on the nightstand that’s crooked and Ryan stops in his attempt at straightening it. The picture is of Jon; deemed younger by Ryan’s data chips and another young human male; one that Ryan’s chips say is him. But none of Ryan’s memory scans recall the photo being taken or the way Jon is holding him close with an arm around the waist.
Ryan doesn’t remember knowing how to smile or wearing the clothes like the male in the picture. Ryan is confused; his internal hard drive is unable to compute him an answer to the query of who this male is. When Jon comes home Ryan doesn’t ask about the male who bears Ryan’s face despite a 000.2% margin of error. And the next time Jon looks at him with that deemed sad smile; Ryan’s memory chips recall the photo and he thinks he understands.
Will/Peaches fluff
Will finds the dog. It’s this tiny little scrappy thing and really, Nick isn’t imagining that it only has three legs. Ryan confirms this by stopping next to Nick on his way to the van and pointing a finger at the underfed animal. “That dog has three legs.”
“Why thanks, Captain Obvious,” Will snorts and then Will is looking at Nick with big eyes and he’s picking up the dog and smiling. “Isn’t he cute, Peach?” Nick ignores the pet name because no, they can’t have a dog on the road; in a tiny van, they just can’t. Later the dog is sleeping almost on top of Nick when Jon finally wakes up and blinks at Ryan, Will and Nick and then the dog, which they haven’t named yet; Will likes Jimi and Nick likes Tilly. Jon points to the dog.
“That dog has three legs.”
The last drabble leads to my last point.
On twitter Will Noon said he'd answer some questions before he went to sleep and someone asked him if Nick White was his boyfriend and he replied with and I quote. "I am not worthy of god's most precious angel."
THE POINT IS I WOULD REALLY LIKE EVERYONE TO WRITE ME SOME NICK WHITE/WILL NOON OKAY?
You'd have my heart if you left me some in a comment. :D