Stroke the beard thusly // iTuesdae (morrisseyislove) wrote in disasterxtown,
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Hand In Glove [standalone]

Title: Hand In Glove [standalone]
Author: Tuesdae Y?/morrisseyislove
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Fandom: Panic! At The Disco
Rating: Very Gish
Summary: Hand in glove,
The sun shines out of our behinds,
No, it's not like any other love,
this one is different - because it's us.

Disclaimer: It's fluff. The people do not belong to me. The title and the song that gave me inspiration for this owned by Morrissey and Johnny Marr/The Smiths.
Author's Note: I am looking for a beta. So if you are interested, please email me at:
Tuesdae.Y@gmail.com



“Brendooooon,” I whined. “It’s too cold outside, why are we going out?”

He simply smirked at me, before wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close, and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“C’mon, Ry. Put on your gloves,” he said. “I don’t want you to start losin’ those beautiful fingers out in the cold.”

I grumbled under my breath about how cold it was, and how I didn’t want to go out tonight, yet I still put on the gloves like he told me to. It was, after all, very chilly after sundown in January in Vegas. As I looked outside, I saw a few people standing around across the street, not wearing jackets, but t-shirts, huddling together for warmth. At the sight of that, I put on a scarf. I would look stylish enough.

“I don’t see why we’re walking though,” I said. Brendon laughed.

“Because it’s only a mile and a half away,” he answered, as if it were obvious, which it was, because we walk there all the time, only not when it’s this cold.

Gabriel’s was a nice, cozy sort of family restaurant, with an inviting, soothing atmosphere and had a large menu filled with mostly Italian food, but had quite a variety of food items. We frequented there for lunch, because they made a mean veggie sandwich. We haven’t actually gone out for dinner in quite some time. We mostly been writing for the record, and ordering take-out.

As we made our way to Gabriel’s, we had a nice, little conversation going on. Mostly small talk, nothing big. It was comfortable and it distracted me of the cold seeping through my jacket. We held each other’s hand, and stood close to each other, trying to absorb as much warmth as we could from each other.

When we finally arrived there, the hostess, Bella, greeted us.

“Hello lovebirds, never see you two here so late! C’mon, I’ll show you to your usual table, yes?” she said, her accent very strong, as usual. We smiled and nodded, allowing her to take us to the table we usually sit at during their lunch hours when it’s much less crowded.

Our usual seat was about in the middle of the restaurant where we could see if our food was coming and so we could see Bella or the other hostess, Roberta, and give them a wave.

Bella gave us our menus as we sat down.

“Okay, you two just call when you are ready to order, yes?” she said. We nodded and she walked back towards the entrance, where three people just entered. We looked through the menu, I finally decided on the fish soup with gremolata, and Brendon on the roasted tomato and arugula pasta. We chatted much like we did on the walk to Gabriel’s, small things like what we were going to do tomorrow and guitar lines for the new song we’d been coming up with. When our food arrived, I smiled. It smelled delicious.

“God, Brendon, this is perfect. I’m glad we went out,” I said, a smile on my face as chewed on the meat of one of the mussels in my soup. He nodded and smiled as well, a bit of fettuccine hung from his gorgeous lips, causing me to laugh. We continued with our light conversation all throughout out meal. When we finished, he paused for a second.

“Ryan, can I ask you something?” he said. I gave him an odd look, but nodded. He smiled, before he did something that I was not suspecting.

He kneeled down on one knee before me, pulling out a little black box from his pocket and opening it before me. It was a ring. It looked almost just like a white gold wedding band, except for the fact that it sparkled all the way around, little diamonds encrusting it all the way around.

“My god, Bren…” I said in almost a whisper. He smiled at me.

“Ryan, today is exactly two years from the day we met, two years from the day I set eyes on the most beautiful, charming man in the universe, two years since I met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Ryan, I want to be on my arm for the rest of my life, and if anyone dares touch a hair on your head, I swear I’ll fight to the last breath. As long as you’re with me, all that matters is who close you are to me. We have something, Ry, something no one else will ever have. So what I’m wondering is, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you be my groom?” he asked. I smiled at him, tears leaking out of my eyes.

“Yes,” I almost yelled out, squeezing my arms around him and putting my mouth all over him. He laughed, pulling off the glove on my left hand, and put on the ring.

“I love you, Brendon,” I said, smiling. He was smiling too, only, he wasn’t crying.

“I love you too, Ry,” he said. I didn’t notice before this that the whole restaurant was staring at us, either smiles or frowns on their faces. The ones with smiles were ‘Awwwe’ing, while the ones with frowns were just staring. One woman sitting by us was frowning, but not at us, at her boyfriend.

“When are you going to propose?” she said in a slightly angry tone. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I told you, Marcia, as soon as my mother dies, we can have the house to ourselves and settle down.” She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Like that’ll ever happen. You’re just afraid of commitment, unlike those two guys. They’re younger than us, they’re gay, and I bet neither of them still live with they’re mother. I bet they live together, like couples who have been together for eight years should!” The man stayed quiet after that.

I was smiling so hard, I didn’t even care about the frowns, all that mattered was my fiancé, here, in my arms.
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