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First five drabbles, as requested. These are all bandom, with one Torchwood crossover.
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pearl_o requested Ryan Ross. And sleepovers.
What Can a Working Girl Do
There's a rental in the driveway when he comes home, and in his living room 800-thread-count sheets are draped over faux-antique dining room chairs. It's been a wretched day of fighting over chord changes, and he's still staring blankly when Keltie's head appears from between two sheets, the smell of popcorn wafting out after her.
Her smile looks almost tired as he feels. He knows they have a hell of a lot of talking to do, but all she says is, "Come on, it's sleepover time. We're watching John Hughes movies and doing each other's hair."
Ryan crawls inside smiling.
monroe_nell said I guess this is the part where I don't ask for jack/gerard, right? but I was stricken with inspiration, so:
Did You Check Everywhere?
"I really, you know, don't, usually, oh God yeah right there--"
The American guy--whose name Gerard should remember, but he's been in eight cities across the UK in the last eleven days and really, American guy is all he's got--looks up with a smirk in his eyes and does that thing with his tongue again, and Gerard's eyes actually almost roll back in his head as he comes.
It sounds like that oh-so-Midwestern voice is far away even though Gerard can still feel those hands on him when the guy says, "I'll be damned. You are human."
monroe_nell actually asked for: Spencer Smith/Bob Bryar, kittens?
Setting Boundaries
Spencer's somewhere in Europe when his phone rings in what might be the middle of the night, but it's Bob, so he's instantly awake and answering before he can think about it.
"Spence." Bob's voice sounds weird, hollow and desperate. "Spence, there are all these kittens."
Spencer rubs his eyes. "Where are you?"
"Kentucky," Bob says, "looking at dogs. But there are all these kittens. They're so tiny."
"If we ever have a chance to move in together, my dogs would eat your cat."
There's a long silence from Bob and then he mutters, "Not if I got a pack..."
bayleaf asked for Brendon finally gets hit with the clue bat and comes out to himself!
Lightning Has Struck My Brain
The thirty-seventh time Brendon jerked off thinking about one (or more) of his bandmates, it occurred to him that maybe he should reconsider whether this meant something. He'd spent a lot of time reassuring himself that things didn't mean anything, practically all his life: show tunes, bright colors, the sneaking suspicion that girls were kind of icky. He'd spent even more time just not thinking about it.
But it was time to face facts. This was serious.
"I mean," Brendon said, wrinkling his nose as he stared at the ceiling, "who the fuck keeps count? Oh my God, I'm gay."
happy_coconut wanted Jon/Brendon- first date. Or spinach.
The Way to a (Sailor) Man's Heart
Jon raises his eyebrows as Brendon lets him in. "You're cooking?"
"I said I would," Brendon reminds him, bouncing on his heels. "It's our first actual official date, and I said I would cook."
"No, yeah," Jon says, drifting toward the kitchen at Brendon's side. "There are vegetables."
Brendon scoots past him to check on things. He lifts the lid on one pan as Jon peeks over his shoulder, and says, "Check that out."
Jon sounds dubious as he says, "Spinach?"
"Oh yeah," Brendon says, giving Jon his very best boyfriends-only leer. "I figure we're going to need our strength."
pearl_o requested Ryan Ross. And sleepovers.What Can a Working Girl Do
There's a rental in the driveway when he comes home, and in his living room 800-thread-count sheets are draped over faux-antique dining room chairs. It's been a wretched day of fighting over chord changes, and he's still staring blankly when Keltie's head appears from between two sheets, the smell of popcorn wafting out after her.
Her smile looks almost tired as he feels. He knows they have a hell of a lot of talking to do, but all she says is, "Come on, it's sleepover time. We're watching John Hughes movies and doing each other's hair."
Ryan crawls inside smiling.
monroe_nell said I guess this is the part where I don't ask for jack/gerard, right? but I was stricken with inspiration, so:Did You Check Everywhere?
"I really, you know, don't, usually, oh God yeah right there--"
The American guy--whose name Gerard should remember, but he's been in eight cities across the UK in the last eleven days and really, American guy is all he's got--looks up with a smirk in his eyes and does that thing with his tongue again, and Gerard's eyes actually almost roll back in his head as he comes.
It sounds like that oh-so-Midwestern voice is far away even though Gerard can still feel those hands on him when the guy says, "I'll be damned. You are human."
monroe_nell actually asked for: Spencer Smith/Bob Bryar, kittens?Setting Boundaries
Spencer's somewhere in Europe when his phone rings in what might be the middle of the night, but it's Bob, so he's instantly awake and answering before he can think about it.
"Spence." Bob's voice sounds weird, hollow and desperate. "Spence, there are all these kittens."
Spencer rubs his eyes. "Where are you?"
"Kentucky," Bob says, "looking at dogs. But there are all these kittens. They're so tiny."
"If we ever have a chance to move in together, my dogs would eat your cat."
There's a long silence from Bob and then he mutters, "Not if I got a pack..."
bayleaf asked for Brendon finally gets hit with the clue bat and comes out to himself!Lightning Has Struck My Brain
The thirty-seventh time Brendon jerked off thinking about one (or more) of his bandmates, it occurred to him that maybe he should reconsider whether this meant something. He'd spent a lot of time reassuring himself that things didn't mean anything, practically all his life: show tunes, bright colors, the sneaking suspicion that girls were kind of icky. He'd spent even more time just not thinking about it.
But it was time to face facts. This was serious.
"I mean," Brendon said, wrinkling his nose as he stared at the ceiling, "who the fuck keeps count? Oh my God, I'm gay."
happy_coconut wanted Jon/Brendon- first date. Or spinach.The Way to a (Sailor) Man's Heart
Jon raises his eyebrows as Brendon lets him in. "You're cooking?"
"I said I would," Brendon reminds him, bouncing on his heels. "It's our first actual official date, and I said I would cook."
"No, yeah," Jon says, drifting toward the kitchen at Brendon's side. "There are vegetables."
Brendon scoots past him to check on things. He lifts the lid on one pan as Jon peeks over his shoulder, and says, "Check that out."
Jon sounds dubious as he says, "Spinach?"
"Oh yeah," Brendon says, giving Jon his very best boyfriends-only leer. "I figure we're going to need our strength."
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