Of Sesame Street and Kids’ TV Shows
Title: Of Sesame Street and Kids’ TV Shows
Author: Viv
Genre: humour, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck, David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: “Sesame Street? Did someone say Sesame Street?” [standalone.]
”Patrick? What are you doing?”
“Watching TV!”
“Then why the hell are you dancing? Or prancing, actually!”
“Dude, Sesame Street is ON!”
Pierre could only blink in astonishment when he had entered the living room and found his friend bouncing excitedly between the table and the couch. Patrick was giggling and lifting one foot at a time, bending one knee up after the other, his arms flailing around. Pierre would have found the scene amusing hadn’t it been for what happened next.
“Sesame Street? Did someone say Sesame Street?”
And BAM! He had been roughly shoved out of the way by a certain dark-haired, slim and hyperactive bassist who had then jumped over the back of the lime green couch and squealing as he landed on it.
Another squeal quickly followed as Pierre, who still had yet to process what had happened previously happened, stumbled and almost lurched forward when another short blue-eyed blur rammed into him, practically running the older man over.
Though he was still dazed and confused, Pierre suddenly seemed to have sensed the pattern and quickly moved out of the living room’s doorway that connected it to the kitchen and collapsed against an armchair a few away.
As if on cue, another figure appeared and rushed to the armchair where Pierre was leaning on and jumped into it, completely ignoring the singer who abruptly backed away. The dark-haired man blinked in bemusement as a bald head looked up and a pair of eyes blankly stared at him. Jeff turned his attention back to the television screen and grinned brightly.
Pierre could only shake his head before observing his band mates as they all giggled at the appearance of some blue skinny creature with a big round head and a gigantic pink nose babbling endlessly. What was it’s name again anyway?
“Grover is the best!”
Ah yes. It seemed David had worshipped that creature during his childhood years judging by the squeals he was producing.
Pierre suddenly noticed a different person-erm, muppet had replaced Grover and that Sebastien was beaming at the screen, his squeals even louder and higher then David’s. The older man winced as he stared at this red thing happily prancing around and talking in a high-pitched voice that made the singer want to kick it.
“Elmo was my hero!”
Pierre rolled his eyes but decided against commenting and kept quiet, watching his friends. The situation was bound to be entertaining and he would probably get to hear some embarassing childhood revelations that he could later use to blackmail them if ever needed to.
“Personally, I’ve always liked that big mammut.”
“Snuffy?”
“If I remember correctly, Patrick, his name is Aloysius Snuffleupagus.”
“... Right.”
Pierre refrained from laughing, his eyes darting back and forth between the very fuzzy-haired creature on the screen and Jeff’s very hairless head a few feets away from him. He finally resorted to choking back on his laughter and raising very high his eyebrows in amusement.
“Oh come on guys! Count Von Count RULED!”
“What? Why? All he did was count dude!”
“Shut up baldy! He had the coolest accent of them all! Nobody could beat that! He’s an undead creature! And geeze, he’s, what, 1,832,652 years old AND he lives in a castle with all his pet-bats! He’s the granddaddy of all vampires!”
“Actually he-”
“Shut up David.”
“Shuot op, Puhvtrizk!”
“That is SO wrong! You’re a disgrace to every blood-sucking creatures there is out there!”
“So? We all hate mosquitoes.”
“I wasn’t talking about them!”
“Leeches are disgusting.”
“What?!”
“Or how about these mysterious creatures that people have been talking about over the last decades? Apparently dead animals have been found near woods and they would be completely woundless save for some bitemarks usually on their necks. Some people have claimed that they’ve seen strange, tall, two-legged crea-“
“Shut up Daviiiiiiiiiiiiiid! I was talking VAMPIRES! VAMPIRES, you dickhead!”
“Well technically, even if he is a vampire, he doesn’t act like one at all so you can scrap that blood-sucking part.”
Pierre’s mind was reeling at the conversation going on as he stared at the back of his friend’s dark dirty blond head before shifting his gaze over to his youngest band mate when the latter spoke up.
“I wonder who Pierre liked.”
David frowned and stared at Seb for a moment.
“Oscar! Oscar the Grouch!”
They all laughed loudly as Jeff started cackling.
“The one living in the trash can? You’re right, Pierre spends his time complaining and whining about everything! His bedroom is to him what the trash can is to Oscar!”
Pierre’s facial expression slowly morphed into a scowl and his mouth opened as he intened to start a stream of insults until he heard his boyfriend’s name come out of the bassist’s mouth.
“What about Charles?”
There was a long moment of silence as they all pondered on that thought. A minute or so later, Pierre was ready to take off his sneakers and hurl them at his friends when Patrick giggled.
“Bert and Ernie!”
Confused heads whipped around in the blond’s direction as he elaborated on his answer.
“Yes! Think about it guys! Chuck is like a perfect mix of both of them. One minute he’s serious, bossy and pissed-off for nothing and everything like Bert and the next he’s singing in the bath, singing to a rubber duck and splashing around like Ernie! He even has Bert’s face!”
Another eruption of laughter followed and Pierre couldn’t help but grin.
“Guys? Is Sesame Street already over?”
Jeff’s voice caused the whole room to turn to the screen and Patrick smiled sheepishly.
“I think it was an ad…”
“What?”
David wrapped an arm around the pouting blue-eyed guitarist sitting beside him and smiled mischievously.
“Come on Sebby, I’ll show you my Big Bird.”
“Really?”
“Yep! I know it’s just dying to come out right now!”
“Well I think I should also be showing you mine then!”
“Ooooh, will I get to play with it?”
“If you let me have some fun with yours!”
“Deal! Let’s go get our Big Birds out!”
“Yes! I’m so excited! Let’s go have some fun together, Davey!”
Pierre’s brown orbs widened continuously as he listened to his two band mates and watched them as David stodd up from the couch and grabbed Sebastien’s hand, pulling the younger man out of the living room and to the stairs, situated near the front door, that would lead to the second floor where all the bedrooms were. The singer gaped at the two figures giggling and quickly making their ways up the stairs. Pierre snapped out of his state and thanked God that they didn’t head out through where he was standing or he would’ve probably went flying across the hallway.
A sense of relief then ran through Pierre as he was more than grateful that his boyfriend wasn’t like the rest of their band mates. Chuck wasn’t one to get excited over some childish television show.
He crossed the living room, avoiding Patrick and Jeff’s glances, as he too made his way up the stairs.
Once he was up on the second floor, Pierre paused and frowned as he heard David and Seb muffled voice behind the slightly opened door of Seb’s room and he quietly tip-toed over.
Pierre leaned close to the door, his ears straining to understand what was being said.
Moans.
He heard someone moaning.
“Oh my God! David! David!”’
“Oh God! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Pierre’s eyes widened considerably as curiosity got the best of him and he peaked in, hoping not to catch his friends in a compromising situation.
He blinked in astonishment as he stared at the pair sitting on the bed, Seb cradling a yellow stuffed animal against his chest and pouting at an anxious looking David who was looking down as his crossed legs with another stuffed bird resting on them.
“I’m sorry Sebastien, I didn’t mean to drop it. I’m really sorry!”
Pierre’s tensed shoulders relaxed as he slowly backed away from the door before freezing on his spot when he saw the guitarist’s pout morph into a small grin.
Sebastien leaned over and placed a hand under the black-haired boy's chin, lightly nudging it. When the older man looked up, Seb leaned over and dropped a small, sweet kiss on his lips. David’s frown changed to a smile as he kissed back quickly and shyly reached up to grab Seb’s hand, squeezing it.
Pierre blinked again as the beaming pair sat there staring at each other. David intertwined his fingers with Seb’s as the younger one blushed lightly.
The singer suddenly felt guilty for eavesdropping on the couple as he quietly walked away. A few steps later and he smiled, suddenly realizing how those two were adorable together. He merrily skipped to the washroom, a few doors away, and stopped in front of it, listening to a voice singing inside.
Pierre quietly pushed the door opened and saw right away the band’s drummer sitting in a bathtub full of water and bubbles, a rubber duck in his hand. A look of astonishment passed Pierre’s face as he stared as his boyfriend before grinning, amused.
Pierre walked in, leaving the door open behind him as Charles looked up and smiled at him as he squeezed the rubber toy, making it squeak at the taller man.
Pierre giggled and walked over to the bathtub, kneeling down beside it and leaning in to kiss his boyfriend and running a hand through his wet hair.
“You have no idea how-“
The singer’s eyebrows suddenly rose at Jeff’s unexpectedly shrilly voice ringing through the house.
“OH MY GOD IT’S-IT’S-IT’S THE CAREBEARS!”
He shook his head and turned back to Chuck.
“Did somebody just say… CAREBEARS?!”
Pierre’s eyes widened in horror as his head wiped around to see his boyfriend stumbling out of the bathtub.
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August 9, 2004
Author: Viv
Genre: humour, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck, David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: “Sesame Street? Did someone say Sesame Street?” [standalone.]
”Patrick? What are you doing?”
“Watching TV!”
“Then why the hell are you dancing? Or prancing, actually!”
“Dude, Sesame Street is ON!”
Pierre could only blink in astonishment when he had entered the living room and found his friend bouncing excitedly between the table and the couch. Patrick was giggling and lifting one foot at a time, bending one knee up after the other, his arms flailing around. Pierre would have found the scene amusing hadn’t it been for what happened next.
“Sesame Street? Did someone say Sesame Street?”
And BAM! He had been roughly shoved out of the way by a certain dark-haired, slim and hyperactive bassist who had then jumped over the back of the lime green couch and squealing as he landed on it.
Another squeal quickly followed as Pierre, who still had yet to process what had happened previously happened, stumbled and almost lurched forward when another short blue-eyed blur rammed into him, practically running the older man over.
Though he was still dazed and confused, Pierre suddenly seemed to have sensed the pattern and quickly moved out of the living room’s doorway that connected it to the kitchen and collapsed against an armchair a few away.
As if on cue, another figure appeared and rushed to the armchair where Pierre was leaning on and jumped into it, completely ignoring the singer who abruptly backed away. The dark-haired man blinked in bemusement as a bald head looked up and a pair of eyes blankly stared at him. Jeff turned his attention back to the television screen and grinned brightly.
Pierre could only shake his head before observing his band mates as they all giggled at the appearance of some blue skinny creature with a big round head and a gigantic pink nose babbling endlessly. What was it’s name again anyway?
“Grover is the best!”
Ah yes. It seemed David had worshipped that creature during his childhood years judging by the squeals he was producing.
Pierre suddenly noticed a different person-erm, muppet had replaced Grover and that Sebastien was beaming at the screen, his squeals even louder and higher then David’s. The older man winced as he stared at this red thing happily prancing around and talking in a high-pitched voice that made the singer want to kick it.
“Elmo was my hero!”
Pierre rolled his eyes but decided against commenting and kept quiet, watching his friends. The situation was bound to be entertaining and he would probably get to hear some embarassing childhood revelations that he could later use to blackmail them if ever needed to.
“Personally, I’ve always liked that big mammut.”
“Snuffy?”
“If I remember correctly, Patrick, his name is Aloysius Snuffleupagus.”
“... Right.”
Pierre refrained from laughing, his eyes darting back and forth between the very fuzzy-haired creature on the screen and Jeff’s very hairless head a few feets away from him. He finally resorted to choking back on his laughter and raising very high his eyebrows in amusement.
“Oh come on guys! Count Von Count RULED!”
“What? Why? All he did was count dude!”
“Shut up baldy! He had the coolest accent of them all! Nobody could beat that! He’s an undead creature! And geeze, he’s, what, 1,832,652 years old AND he lives in a castle with all his pet-bats! He’s the granddaddy of all vampires!”
“Actually he-”
“Shut up David.”
“Shuot op, Puhvtrizk!”
“That is SO wrong! You’re a disgrace to every blood-sucking creatures there is out there!”
“So? We all hate mosquitoes.”
“I wasn’t talking about them!”
“Leeches are disgusting.”
“What?!”
“Or how about these mysterious creatures that people have been talking about over the last decades? Apparently dead animals have been found near woods and they would be completely woundless save for some bitemarks usually on their necks. Some people have claimed that they’ve seen strange, tall, two-legged crea-“
“Shut up Daviiiiiiiiiiiiiid! I was talking VAMPIRES! VAMPIRES, you dickhead!”
“Well technically, even if he is a vampire, he doesn’t act like one at all so you can scrap that blood-sucking part.”
Pierre’s mind was reeling at the conversation going on as he stared at the back of his friend’s dark dirty blond head before shifting his gaze over to his youngest band mate when the latter spoke up.
“I wonder who Pierre liked.”
David frowned and stared at Seb for a moment.
“Oscar! Oscar the Grouch!”
They all laughed loudly as Jeff started cackling.
“The one living in the trash can? You’re right, Pierre spends his time complaining and whining about everything! His bedroom is to him what the trash can is to Oscar!”
Pierre’s facial expression slowly morphed into a scowl and his mouth opened as he intened to start a stream of insults until he heard his boyfriend’s name come out of the bassist’s mouth.
“What about Charles?”
There was a long moment of silence as they all pondered on that thought. A minute or so later, Pierre was ready to take off his sneakers and hurl them at his friends when Patrick giggled.
“Bert and Ernie!”
Confused heads whipped around in the blond’s direction as he elaborated on his answer.
“Yes! Think about it guys! Chuck is like a perfect mix of both of them. One minute he’s serious, bossy and pissed-off for nothing and everything like Bert and the next he’s singing in the bath, singing to a rubber duck and splashing around like Ernie! He even has Bert’s face!”
Another eruption of laughter followed and Pierre couldn’t help but grin.
“Guys? Is Sesame Street already over?”
Jeff’s voice caused the whole room to turn to the screen and Patrick smiled sheepishly.
“I think it was an ad…”
“What?”
David wrapped an arm around the pouting blue-eyed guitarist sitting beside him and smiled mischievously.
“Come on Sebby, I’ll show you my Big Bird.”
“Really?”
“Yep! I know it’s just dying to come out right now!”
“Well I think I should also be showing you mine then!”
“Ooooh, will I get to play with it?”
“If you let me have some fun with yours!”
“Deal! Let’s go get our Big Birds out!”
“Yes! I’m so excited! Let’s go have some fun together, Davey!”
Pierre’s brown orbs widened continuously as he listened to his two band mates and watched them as David stodd up from the couch and grabbed Sebastien’s hand, pulling the younger man out of the living room and to the stairs, situated near the front door, that would lead to the second floor where all the bedrooms were. The singer gaped at the two figures giggling and quickly making their ways up the stairs. Pierre snapped out of his state and thanked God that they didn’t head out through where he was standing or he would’ve probably went flying across the hallway.
A sense of relief then ran through Pierre as he was more than grateful that his boyfriend wasn’t like the rest of their band mates. Chuck wasn’t one to get excited over some childish television show.
He crossed the living room, avoiding Patrick and Jeff’s glances, as he too made his way up the stairs.
Once he was up on the second floor, Pierre paused and frowned as he heard David and Seb muffled voice behind the slightly opened door of Seb’s room and he quietly tip-toed over.
Pierre leaned close to the door, his ears straining to understand what was being said.
Moans.
He heard someone moaning.
“Oh my God! David! David!”’
“Oh God! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Pierre’s eyes widened considerably as curiosity got the best of him and he peaked in, hoping not to catch his friends in a compromising situation.
He blinked in astonishment as he stared at the pair sitting on the bed, Seb cradling a yellow stuffed animal against his chest and pouting at an anxious looking David who was looking down as his crossed legs with another stuffed bird resting on them.
“I’m sorry Sebastien, I didn’t mean to drop it. I’m really sorry!”
Pierre’s tensed shoulders relaxed as he slowly backed away from the door before freezing on his spot when he saw the guitarist’s pout morph into a small grin.
Sebastien leaned over and placed a hand under the black-haired boy's chin, lightly nudging it. When the older man looked up, Seb leaned over and dropped a small, sweet kiss on his lips. David’s frown changed to a smile as he kissed back quickly and shyly reached up to grab Seb’s hand, squeezing it.
Pierre blinked again as the beaming pair sat there staring at each other. David intertwined his fingers with Seb’s as the younger one blushed lightly.
The singer suddenly felt guilty for eavesdropping on the couple as he quietly walked away. A few steps later and he smiled, suddenly realizing how those two were adorable together. He merrily skipped to the washroom, a few doors away, and stopped in front of it, listening to a voice singing inside.
Pierre quietly pushed the door opened and saw right away the band’s drummer sitting in a bathtub full of water and bubbles, a rubber duck in his hand. A look of astonishment passed Pierre’s face as he stared as his boyfriend before grinning, amused.
Pierre walked in, leaving the door open behind him as Charles looked up and smiled at him as he squeezed the rubber toy, making it squeak at the taller man.
Pierre giggled and walked over to the bathtub, kneeling down beside it and leaning in to kiss his boyfriend and running a hand through his wet hair.
“You have no idea how-“
The singer’s eyebrows suddenly rose at Jeff’s unexpectedly shrilly voice ringing through the house.
“OH MY GOD IT’S-IT’S-IT’S THE CAREBEARS!”
He shook his head and turned back to Chuck.
“Did somebody just say… CAREBEARS?!”
Pierre’s eyes widened in horror as his head wiped around to see his boyfriend stumbling out of the bathtub.
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August 9, 2004