jon walker x reader
warnings: fluff elements.
description: you're the photographer of panic! and Jon takes a liking to you.
You enjoyed being a photographer, it was a small, easy side quest that gave you money. And when you opened your computer and found that you had been set to be the photographer of panic! at the disco for a fair amount of money, it made you pretty happy.
As they were going on tour, you were also allowed on the tour bus for being the photographer. It sounded strange, sleeping in the same presence of people you had never spoken to before but for the money...maybe.
As you stepped onto the tour bus and sat on your assigned bunk bed, you glanced over at the entering members of the band you were shooting photography of. They seemed pretty energetic and talkative to each other. One took a seat on the bunk bed opposite to yours and glanced over at you for a split second; nothing unusual.
The first night was how you expected it, Brendon and Spencer whispering conversation till they fell asleep and Jon and Ryan falling asleep pretty fast. It was easy to get sleep, the only sound being Brendon's sleepy mumbles and the sound of the wheels rolling on the tour bus.
As the next day approached and the band stepped off the bus to walk into their first show of the tour, you were forced to follow with a few hours of sleep. As they set up the strange and waited backstage for the venue to fill, you fidgeted with your camera and sat on the floor backstage. Before you knew it, you felt someone's warmth and presence beside you. Glancing over, you met eyes with the bassist, Jon.
"hey." He greeted calmly, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
"..hey." You replied, glancing back over at your camera.
It was a little silent for a moment, although you found it awkward and uncomfortable, Jon seemed down-to-earth and pretty normal with the silence.
"don't you think it's pretty odd they would make us set up two hours before the show?" He starts, tilting his head. "I mean, it leaves us with like another extra hour left...what do we do with that?" He complains, the smile never leaving.
It felt weird, a stranger complaining to you. But you didn't mind. In fact, you kinda agreed. "I guess.. it could just be extra time to prepare?" You shrugged, putting down your camera.
"Maybe." Jon said, glancing around when he spotted Ryan's polaroid camera. Ryan was pretty obsessed with film and would most likely be upset if Jon touched his polaroid camera...but maybe just this once was fine?
Jon reached for the camera, and passed it to you, dropping it in your lap; making you tilt your head. "Wanna take a few early photos?" Jon smiled and met your gaze.
As you picked it up and examined it you slowly lifted it and suddenly snapped a photo of Jon before he was prepared, it caught him by surprise. He blinked at the sudden flash and covered his eyes. As the polaroid film slid out, you picked it out and shook it a bit. As the photo faded to colour, you let out a small laugh at the embarrassing photo of Jon.
He glanced over your shoulder and grimaced at the terrible photo of himself, he reached over and snatched it from you, fingers brushing. You two began playfully fighting over the photo, Jon holding the camera and polaroid film to his chest. Just as you reached over for the photo, he snapped a photo of you. You paused, watching the camera process the photo film fall out of the bottom.
Jon smiled even harder and passed the photo of him to you. "Fair?" He tilted his head, still holding whatever picture of you between his fingers. You slowly took his photo and let the small fight go. Jon waved you goodbye and stood up, pocketing your photo and getting ready to perform.
The performance went well, you snapped a few photos and allowed yourself backstage, maybe peeking behind the curtain to watch the band perform.
As each one of you stepped back on the tour bus post-performance, exhausted and tired; night approached.
When the lights went out and the rest of the band drifted to sleep, Jon took a seat on your bed beside you. A small streak of moonlight allowed you to see his face and the polaroid film of your face as his slowly lifted it up for your eyes. He was still teasing you on that topic hours later? Persistent.
You rolled your eyes, pulling out his own photo and showing it to him. He smiled, poking your shoulder. You pocketed it in your pajama pants instead of keeping it out in the open to protect it from Jon stealing it. As you laid back down and slid beneath your sheets, Jon refused to move, leaving you a little confused. You watched him staring above you. "Hm?" He hummed. "You're just gonna stay there all night?" You whispered, raising an eyebrow.
Jon tilted his head and laid down beside you, answering your question. He was, in fact going to stay there all night. He pulled the blanket a little higher over both of you and let you fall asleep. He watched you slowly drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering shut before he reached for the polaroid camera and snapped a photo of you sleeping. Maybe this would be good teasing material for tomorrow, but for now he just wanted to set it aside and curl up against you.
