I'm not saying it was your fault, although you could've done more...

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I love all strange_bt_trues because she lets me email her random things like this:

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY. What if Brendon had an Internet friend, huh? In this AU they're all Normal People and maybe Brendon met him (this Internet friend is, idk, Shane or something) on Craigslist or someplace equally dodgy - like, they'd considered rooming together but it didn't work out but they still found each other pretty cool and continued talking, so.

And because in all possible universes Ryan Ross thinks the Internet = creepy place with porn, paedophiles and other creepy people (conveniently ignoring, and also ultimately shaped by the fact that he used to post camwhore pictures of himself onto livejournal communities, because that canon ALSO happened in all possible universes) every time Brendon goes, "My internet friend has a new dog!" and "My internet friend is a photographer!" (PHOTOGRAPHERS = POTENTIAL CREEPY, Ryan's mind goes, and Jon goes, "Hey!") Ryan draws his eyebrows together and goes to sulk/worry in a corner about how Brendon's being taken advantage of. Because, I mean, look at Brendon - if anyone were to be cheated over the Internet it'd be him, right?

Until the day when Brendon goes, "My internet friend is getting married, and he thinks we should meet up at the wedding! :DDD" (Brendon knows his name is Shane, but My Internet Friend is what he calls Shane in front of others - like, well, it's not like the rest actually know him, right? Maybe they'd forget his name!) and then Ryan's brain goes MARRIED WHAT (like, that's not the excuse most Internet predators use to lure out their catch, right?) and ding ding ding MEETUP DANGER simultaneously and his confusion actually shows on his face for once (oh Ryan Ross, you expressionless dork, I love you) and Brendon's all, "what?!"

Ryan says, "Just, married?"

Brendon says, "Well, yeah, I told you about his girlfriend, didn't I? Her name's Regan and, uh, they're in love with each other. Which is why they're getting married."

(Ryan obviously hadn't been listening, duh. He gets so indignant every time Brendon natters on about his Internet friend - like, Brendon, this guy is out to get you! sexually! - that he's kind of adopted ostrich syndrome when it comes to Brendon talking about Shane, which he is aware isn't really a healthy way of dealing with the whole situation where Brendon might get kidnapped one day, but.)

Ryan colours and says, "Um, okay." Then he says, "I thought this was a sex thing." because hey, he totally thought it was. He doesn't really see the appeal in it, but people on the Internet is weird.

THEN Brendon gets pissed off, because hey he has a totally huge crush on Ryan and how could he not know? (He'd always thought Ryan knew and was ignoring it, or whatever.) And then he thinks, o shit, what if Shane really does think it's a sex thing? Never mind that he can count the number of times they've talked about sex on one hand, and it's always in the context of, "Oh, me and my girlfriend...", not "How'd you like it, baby?"

SO ANYWAY lots of stomping around and yelling and boys being awkward and oblivious (Ryan Ross being awkward and oblivious) and Shane and Regan's wedding! And then Ryan and Brendon get together and have sex, and not over the Internet. \o/

... Yeah, so anyway. /o\ Oops?

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Brendon totally catches the bridal bouquet, doesn't he? And Regan's beaming and winking and making go on, then gestures with her chin at Ryan, while Brendon goes pink and one of the twelve year old flower girls looks at him hopefully.

And Ryan steers him away, thinks nonono, they've gotten through this (oh, all right, it's probably real) wedding without Brendon getting kidnapped and so on, he's not going to let a flower girl get them down.

Also, *_________* I'm imagining Ryan's wedding outfit now. It's a summery, outdoor-sy wedding, but he's still wearing too many scarves. And pointy shoes. Of course.

(Spencer'd snarked about how he didn't seem to be dressed very threateningly before they left, but obviously he doesn't get it. Dressing like this is all part of Ryan's plan to fit in.)

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

Yessss. Maybe the flower girls are just a cunning plan to lure Brendon into a life of sexual slavery. (They will lure him down to the basement, where Shane will be waiting and cackling in grotty light and pixelated images.) Ryan cannot be too careful.

So he steers Brendon away and suggests that they have some cake instead, and tries to ignore the way Brendon says, "I'm not allowed to give the bouquet to the little girl?" and then, reaching for a paper plate, "Here, hold this," and thrusting the flowers into Ryan's face.

Ryan takes it because otherwise Brendon will have no free hands for cake, obviously. He ignores the way Brendon is smiling at him. Even if it does sort of make his heart all jumpy.

And yesssss again! He has not been planning this day since he was six, Spencer is a dirty rotten liar.

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

♥_♥ I do like this, a lot. Ryan blushes so much Brendon looks concerned and says, "Are you okay?" and Ryan, Ryan has to stutter out an excuse about possible heatstroke and only feels a tiny bit bad about the really worried way Brendon steers him in and calls for cold water and suggests they go to a hospital.

But not really, because all of Brendon's attention is on him! It does funny things to Ryan's insides when he does that, and Brendon's lifting a hand to his forehead and saying, "Are you sure, I told you not to wear a scarf and a blazer," and he's removing said items from Ryan's body. It's kind of overwhelming, so Ryan just closes his eyes a little. He's not lying, anyway. At this point he does feel a little bit faint.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I am sitting here on the couch with frankkincense and we both have little hearts in our eyes, I am pretty sure. :D

Because Brendon is so sweet and darling about it! Ryan feels kind of bad about the whole "no, sorry, sometimes I have to just nurture my own vaguely creepy and hugely inappropriate crush on you, please go on about your life" thing, he really does. But if Brendon is going to unknot his scarves so carefully, fingers deft and warm when they brush against Ryan's throat, then there's not much chance of Ryan keeping himself from being reduced to a few stupid um sounds.

Ryan says, "He's nice. Your -- Shane. He's nice."

Brendon grins. "Not such a dangerous freak now?"

Ryan shrugs and mutters something dark about the need for wariness, but Brendon just laughs.

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

You have a frankkincense, it's not fair! Although I am glad she likes this. :D

I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO ADD, I think. Just!! Ryan is reminded of the deep and inexpressible irony of that conventional piece of wisdom about how people always hook up at weddings, only he doesn't want to just hook up, but the whole thing is a bit confusing. So when Brendon says, "I'm going to get some water," he grabs at Brendon's wrist and says, "Stay" even though this is a stupid thing to do and he doesn't even know where he was going with that, but he's sick, so there. So he doesn't need to make sense.

Brendon stays and he sits on the sofa beside Ryan, and his body heat is making the place even warmer but it's kind of comfortable.

Meanwhile, I'm getting a sort of split-screen scenario in my head where Spencer and Jon are having a dudebro smoking session where half the time they're talking about the weird shit you talk about when you're high and the other half they're going, "So what are they doing now, do you think?" "Urhhh.... eating wedding cake. Ryan's glaring at Shane," and what do you know, they're kind of spot on.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I am somewhat jealous of myself, I confess. Life is cool!

STAY, OH. ♥__♥ Brendon totally bops on the spot and waggles his eyebrows and says something like, "what, are you going to make it worth my while?" but then Ryan flushes red and looks down, and Brendon is like, oh. OH.

So (I apologise, this is getting ridiculously indulgent) he puts his plate carefully down and takes the flowers out of Ryan's hands and lays them on the table, too, and he says, "People dance at weddings."

Ryan says, "I don't."

"You haven't," Brendon corrects, and then he takes Ryan's hand and leads him out and Ryan thinks, well, just this once.

Also, ahahaha, Spencer and Jon! They say it with the kind of long-suffering, world-weary (where "world" = "Ryan Ross") air, and life is good.

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

Any right-minded person would be, siiiiiiiigh.

I LIKE THIS A LOT. Oh man Ryan "My Chemical Romance makes me dance" Ross dancing! At a wedding! At first he's all awkward and shuffly and "I CAN'T REALLY DANCE :|" but Brendon's the sort of dancing partner you can't help but loosen up to, mostly because he's ridiculous and makes stupid faces at you and twitches his hips a lot, which is ridiculous, Ryan shouldn't be catching his breath at all, and before he quite knows it he's dancing too and having a lot of fun.

And he can't help it, but the flowers smell nice but he's got a pollen allergy (what he does) and so when the slow dances start he buries his nose in Brendon's ear, a little. Brendon smells like... a dude who's been dancing outdoors in the summer, and he does sweat a lot, but Ryan doesn't say a word, doesn't lift his head at all. Brendon's hands meet and clasp at the base of Ryan's spine.

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

*flails about* this is what I needed first thing in the morning. I didn't even KNOW I needed this but I definitely did *beams*

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

Aw, I'm glad you liked this! softlyforgotten is a GENIUS, that is why. *beams back at you*

Now it's night here. Sometimes, the world doesn't make sense.

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

GENIUS!

That is strange. You're upside down *waves towards the carpet*

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

*hangs from your ceiling upside down*

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I AM COOING AT THE SCREEN.

It would be kind of quiet between them for a while, then, even after the music breaks for long enough that it's too awkward to hang around waiting, and enough people are taking off for Brendon to wander over and say bye to Shane and Regan and then they're driving home, still in silence. Brendon's still smiling.

Ryan walks Brendon up to his door and then says, "So I'll see you later," but Brendon just rolls his eyes and tugs Ryan inside. He fixes Ryan a coffee and chats kind of normally about some dude he was talking to just after the service who apparently went to Brendon's high school and was, like, one of the few people Brendon actually liked, so that was pretty cool, and then just as Ryan's feeling really weird and unsure what's going on, Brendon cocks his head and regards Ryan kind of quizzically for a moment.

"You surprise me sometimes, dude," he says, and then he leans in and kisses Ryan very sweet and very soft, and his mouth is warm and tastes like champagne.

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

HI I AM GOING TO SLEEP BUT JUST KNOW THAT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Yesssss. ♥

Ryan can't stop flailing about his head about yes finally, I'm kissing Brendon! I'm! until Brendon draws back and he realises he'd been just, uh. Sitting there without kissing back, much, and even though he hadn't pushed Brendon back away Brendon's looking at him from under his lashes, half-coquettish and half-insecure, twisting his tie in his fingers.

Ryan reaches up and says, "Let me -" and Brendon moves back as though he doesn't quite get it, but his eyes grow wide when Ryan's hands are reaching for his tie and he'd meant to fix it, crooked from the wedding, fix it or take it off, but instead he finds himself pulling Brendon to him with the tie and kissing him again.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I APOLOGISE, I CANNOT COME UP WITH A MORE PERFECT ENDING. Pulling him by the tie, oh my God. ♥___♥