Brallon Oneshots

Olympic AU- Gold

"Fuck, Spence. I'm really regretting that last beer," Brendon adjusts his hat. Leaning forward against the barrier, hanging on the edge of his seat. Eyes never leaving the circle of conferring referees.
"I told you to stop once the second half started," Spencer warns.
"Shut up mom," Brendon groans earning another laugh from Spencer. He finally sits back, crossing his legs. "What the hell are they talking about out there?" Waving his hand towards the field, "The fucking weather?" He stuffs a hand full of popcorn in his mouth, "This has to be the longest debate of all time."
"It's almost over," Spencer pats his best friends back, "See look! They're gonna announce it."
Brendon pops back on the edge of his seat quickly.
"After replay and debate. The point stays with USA." The crowd goes wild cheering, drowning out the rest of the refs decision. Brendon fistpumps, high fiving Spencer and breathing for what feels like the first time in minutes.
"The ball will be returned to USA." The ref finishes as music starts blasting throughout the stadium.
This is it. The game's tied once more. Fifteen seconds on the clock, just enough time..
"He's gonna do it. He's gonna fucking do it," Brendon bounces in his seat smiling giddily.
"Did you ever really doubt him?" Spencer smirks as the players return to the field.
Brendon beams standing to do the wave with the crowd, "HELL NO! But going home with a gold medalist is gonna be AMAZING!" He sings happily.
Spencer rolls his eyes, "I'm so glad I booked a room on the other side of the hotel from you two," Spencer shakes his head.
"You're just jealous of our everlasting love," Brendon smiles, bouncing and dancing with the crowd as the music finishes.
"I'm happily married thank you very much," Spencer grabs his drink as Brendon sits down still bouncing like a child.
"Yeah but you guys are like an adorable old married couple," Brendon says nonchalantly. Searching the field like a wolf stalking its prey, before finally spotting his man. BINGO! He thinks to himself.
"We've only been married two months!" Spencer argues almost spitting out his drink.
"Yeah but-"
"Oh! You mean we aren't on each other 24/7 like SOME couples!" Spencer punches his shoulder lightly.
"I didn't say it! You did! Now shut up, my future husband's about to kick some Swedish fish ass!" Brendon pumps his fist in the air.
The horn blows and USA is off with the ball... They travel swiftly down the field... But Sweden steals it away, right out from underneath them close to the goal.
"NO!" Brendon jumps to his feet, hands on his head. Spencer pulls him back down to sit as Sweden travels back the field quickly.
They're traveling fast but USA's hot on their tail.
"COME ON! COME ON!" Brendon claps, trying to remain calm but losing it slightly.
The crowds going wild, yelling and stomping.
Halfway down the field the unthinkable happens.
USA slides in, stealing the ball when Sweden least expects it.
USA's Kenny Harris, known for his little size and speed, swoops in behind Sweden and steals the ball away.
"YES! GO KENNY GO!" Brendon screams, leaping to his feet along with a yelling fistpumping Spencer. The crowd breaks into an absolute uproar, chanting USA.
Brendon's in absolutel shock, hands on his head eyes glued to the action. Watching in awe the second Kenny passes to Dan Pawlovich.
They're so close.
Dan passes the ball to Dallon.
Spencer grabs Brendon's hands.
They watch intently as the infamous Dallon/Dan duo swerves in and out of Sweden's defense.
Two seconds on the clock.
"Weekes goes in for goal..." The announcer says distantly.
Brendon swears it's silent in the stadium.
"AND ITS CLEAN!" The announcer yells. The music starts to blare, "THEY'VE DONE IT!" The crowd starts to sing, stomp, and chant, "GOAL FOR USA! USA HAS WON THE GOLD MEDAL! A SILVER FOR SWEDEN!"
Spencer has to shake Brendon out of his shocked daze.
"BRENDON!" Spencer shakes Brendon's shoulders, "THEY DID IT! THEY REALLY FUCKING DID IT!" Tears in his eyes.
"Holy shit," Brendon whispers coming out of his daze, he sits down. Starting to laugh slightly hysteric, looking around and taking it all in. "They did it. He did it," he takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh of relief.
"Look dude! LOOK!" Spencer's pointing to the field in front of them.
Brendon spot's Dallon and his teammates celebrating on the field. Full grown men hugging, on the verge of tears in the middle of the field. Kenny and Dan look like they just got dunked with Gatorade. Coach Hall has Dallon in a headlock laughing while Dallon smiles giddily. His blue eyes sparkling as his squints laughing.
Brendon can't help but smile at the image. All their work, all those long days and nights. The sacrifices they made to get where they are. The months of trials upon trials. Everything paid off.
Him and Dallon had known each other eight years and he'd never seen Dallon more happy than in this moment. Dallon's first olympics and what does he do? Take home the gold.
Dallon swoops out of his Coaches arms into a hug laughing. A few of the guys run up to Dallon and give him a US flag. Dallon smiles his million watt smile holding it up to the crowd earning cheers.
He runs to the sidelines with the rest of the team, the flag flapping valiantly behind his shoulders.
Reporters are standing by anxiously to get the first interviews with the players. But Dallon, being Dallon, runs right past them. In all his sweaty glory, he runs right up to the barricade in front of Brendon and Spencer.
Dallon easily leaps up the wall and balances himself on it.
"Fuck ya damn monkey," Brendon beams wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
"I thought I was a giraffe," Dallon quirks an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Brendon.
"Monkey, girrafe, jaguar, sex god. What do I know?" Brendon laughs trying to kiss him.
Dallon stops him though, a finger to Brendon's lips.
Brendon tries to protest but Dallon speaks up. "I'll give you a better speech later tonight, I promise. But I need to do this." Brendon quirks his head. "I love you so much Brendon. I couldn't have got here without you babe." Dallon open his hand to reveal a simple gold band, "Brendon Boyd Urie, will you please marry me?"
"YES! Yes!" Brendon almost tackles Dallon off the barrier onto the field, "yes, a million times." He says between kisses.
Kenny yells from below a few moments later, "GET ON THE FIELD YOU TWO LOVE BIRDS!"
Dallon shoos Kenny away with his hand, deepening their kiss as Brendon laughs.
"I'm so proud of you Dall," Brendon says breaking away. Keeping their foreheads together, "Love you so much."
Dallon chuckles, hoisting himself up to sit on top of the barricade. He puts his arms around Brendon's shoulders, wrapping them both in the flag.
"I love you too babe," he says with a smile, kissing Brendon's temple.
"Don't you have interviews and a medal or something to go get?" Brendon laughs moving a wild hair from Dallon's eyes.
"I'm an Olympic gold medalist I can do whatever I want," Dallon says hotly, nose in the air.
"Oh Jesus, he's starting to sound like you!" Spencer groans, beside them. Earning a laugh from the newly engaged couple.
"SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!" Dan, Kenny, and the teammates chant from below.
"Calm down ya filthy animals. I'll be down in a second." Dallon says before kissing Brendon one more time and leaping off the barricade into the barrage of congratulations and teasing from the team.
"CONGRATS BRENDON!" Dan yells smiling wide, running up to the barricade and hugging
Brendon as best he can over the wall.
"Thanks man," Brendon beams hugging him.
"Linda said she loves you and Dallon. And that you're gonna make a beautiful bridezilla," Spencer says elbowing Brendon, showing him the text.
"What the- WHY does everyone assume I'm the woman?" Brendon fumes trying to get Spencer's phone, "To think I helped her pick out flowers." Spencer eyes him. Brendon stops, "tell Wifezilla I love her too."
"Brendon!" Dallon's voice brings Brendon back to the field, "Bren, hop down here!"
"WHAT?! No! Why?" Brendon laughs incredulously.
Dallon puts his hands on his hips, "You really expect me to do my first interview without you? Come on, I'll help!" He reaches his hand up to Brendon.
Brendon thinks about it for about two seconds before leaping over the barricade and landing next to Dallon.
"AND HE STICKS THE LANDING!" Brendon says popping up, his arms out wide elegantly on each side. "THE CROWD GOES WILD! TENS ACROSS THE BOARD!"
Dallon sighs, "You're such an idiot some times."
"But I'm your idiot darling," he says in a New York accent, giving two thumbs up.
Dallon laughs exhaustedly, wrapping an arm arm around Brendon as they approach the first reporter.
"Here they are ladies and gentlemen, power couple of USA soccer." That earns a good laugh from Dallon, "USA star Dallon Weekes and fiancé Brendon Urie. Dallon this is not only your first medal, but your first Olympic trip. You've been coming out here every game in Rio and giving everything you have. USA became an early favorite after the win against Brazil in the first round. How's it feel?"
Dallon smiles shaking his head, "Honestly this entire experience feels like a dream. I keep waiting to wake up in my bed at home," Brendon smiles rubbing Dallon's shoulder, "But getting to be here and play with all these amazing athletes is an experience I'll truly never forget. We went out out there strong, the team did amazing. I'm so proud of all of them."
"Always the humble. But of course it wasn't enough to come out here today and just win Gold in Rio. Can we get that shot from moments ago..."
The reporter motions to the monitor to the left of the camera that's now showing Dallon proposing to Brendon.
"Hah!" Brendon's pointing at the monitor, free hand over his mouth as he smiles widely.
"Oh that's fantastic," Dallon beams.
"Truly one of the best moments of the night." The reporter smiles.
"Wasn't it?" Dallon smirks as Brendon wraps his arms around Dallon's waist.
"My only question is, where did you keep the ring?" The reporter laughs.
Dallon's eyes go wide, "Good question, Beth! Yeah that took some planning. Actually had Coach Hall keep it safe and give it to me during the field celebrations. You can probably see the hand off in tapes somewhere," Dallon says gesturing his free hand in the air.
"A team effort! Well you two have a lot of interviews waiting, congratulations!" The boys both thank her as they leave, "Enjoy the rest of your night!"
"And there you have it. An incredible action packed ending to soccer. A romantic proposal. What more could you ask for at the Olympic Games?"
"Power couple of USA soccer, gotta admit it's got a nice ring to it," Brendon taps Dallon's chest.
"Sure, we can be the Tom Brady and Giselle of Soccer," Dallon says playing along with his fiancé's game.
"I was thinking more new Beckham's on the block but now you've got my mind turning," Brendon says tapping his chin.
"That's scary," Dallon laughs.