Where I can lay my head
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 4600 words
When Brendon moves away from home, his parents give him the kitchen table that's been sitting in their garage (and the two phone books required to balance out the uneven legs), a cheque for forty-five dollars to get a phone-line installed, and a key to their house.
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A+ on title and cut text, haha. Man, now I gotta listen to that song on loop.
Ugh, thiiiiis. Brendon gives up so very many things, and he is young and has so much on his head and he gets some things wrong and tries to get things right and. This is very human and wonderful and Laura I like this fic a lot you did a good job I like it
i think your last line is a good last line, too.
aaah \o\ ♥
throwing this in my rarely-updated mems because it is all things good and winning aaaah
(d'awww
Spencer's taller, and he's got this space right at the end of his collarbone, just before his shoulder ends, that fits Brendon's head perfectly.
Brendon realizes how tightly he's clinging and forces himself to loosen his grip. Spencer's arms are looped around his waist and his t-shirt is soft and clean against Brendon's cheek.)
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I looooooove that song. I already loved that song but then Brendon went and growled it at me, and good god, I love that song. \o/
He did give up so many things! He was so young! They were all so young! But, things turned out okay and now they have been busy writing songs for me and I am pleased.
Thanks you much, sweetheart. I'm all grin-y right now.
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I loved this, as usual I always love your writings.
I'm still melting from this. Seriously.
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Thank you! I'm super glad that you liked it. Thanks a bunch!
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