Make My Heart Swim [1/1]
Title: Make My Heart Swim
Author: fic_type_thing
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Word Count: ~1900
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Mild swearing
Summary: The boat sinks.
Authors notes: Inspired by the Fall Out Boy video, "What A Catch" and this post by beachan18 . It sparked some plot-bunnies and I settled on this because Brendon/Spencer makes me happy on the inside. Warning for happy ending and inaccuracies on boats/ships sinking.
The boat sinks.
The entire cruise Brendon and Spencer are on is a complete and total failure, and would have been whether the damn boat sank or not. The vacation hadn't even started good! Not with Spencer's nerves already frazzled after trying to find his passport, just in case, and then Brendon's passport, since Brendon hadn't taken him seriously when he said they might need it. Going into the Caribbean and all, for two weeks, the cruise line they were on required their passengers over the age of 18 to have their passports with them, just in case.
Brendon had merely thought of it as a suggestion of some sorts, and he hadn't really been paying 100% attention when Spencer reminded him.
Which, okay, made them almost miss the ship. They were, literally, the last passengers to board the ship. Brendon's mother would have been embarrassed, but Brendon wasn't. Spencer had huffed, dragging his suitcase behind him, “I can't believe this. Almost missed the ship because you couldn't get your damn passport ready.”
Brendon had politely not pointed out that Spencer hadn't had his ready when they had to go; instead, he had rolled his eyes and said, “For all they know, we could have said goodbye to a dying relative or maybe we were held back by security because we wanted to sneak guns on board.”
This was of course not the case, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the trip had started bad, and not gotten particularly better for more than maybe an hour, so of course, of course the god damn ship had to sink.
The very last thing they need, after a really fucking long time on tour, is having the ship sink and ruin their vacation.
It really isn't that dramatic either. Brendon guesses he'd be more happy about it if it was dramatic. In the way that it could maybe leave him with a feeling of being happy of being alive, or, like, maybe he almost died and has this super cool story to tell when he gets home.
In reality, the boat first jerks to a stop. It's not too big of a ship, not huge, so they can feel somewhat of a thud that vibrates through the ship's metal. Considering that no alarm starts blaring and people aren't running screaming all over the place, Brendon goes back to reading the article in his magazine, and Spencer goes back to reading the article in his magazine.
In reality, there's a voice that comes out over the speakers around five, six pm. Brendon and Spencer are just laying in their cabin, on each of their beds (they weren't able to get the double bed), reading (and pointedly not talking). The voice says something like, “Please stay calm” and “Do not panic” and they figure, well. Maybe it's time to check out what's going on.
Over the loud speaker, the voice briefly explains that they've hit something and for everyone's safety, they've decided to evacuate. There's enough life boats for everyone on board and some to spare, the voice reminds, so no need for panic, again. Still, the women and children will be filling up the boats first.
Spencer grabs their passports and wallets and cellphones, just in case. Brendon grabs his favorite shirt (the fact that his favorite shirt actually belongs to Spencer is irrelevant), just in case.
Along with everyone else, they try not to hurry -but end up hurrying anyway- up to the deck, to maybe find out what's going on but mostly try and get off the boat. Spencer's hand finds it's place on Brendon's lower back as they try to creep through the crowd, despite that they haven't talked in a couple of hours, and the last conversation ended with “Fine!” and “Fine!” on both ends. Brendon pretends to not notice, but still doesn't speak, nor does he look back.
There's approximately 500 passengers on the ship, which amounts to god knows how many life boats. Plus the crew on the ship, perhaps. Spencer can recognize the fact that he is not a woman nor a child, and therefore won't be prioritized to get off the ship first. (For what it's worth, the only one of them who would pull the “But don't you know who I am?!” to get off quicker is Ryan, and only in a fit of desperation, and he's not here, so.)
Brendon leads the way, in silence despite the loud noise around them, to somewhere they can stand to lean on something that isn't each other. Spencer doesn't bother feeling offended, because even if they're on a sinking ship, he's still grumpy from before and leans against the railing with Brendon next to him, just watching and waiting.
But as mentioned, nothing quite dramatic happens. No one falls overboard. No one pulls out a gun to make everything move faster. It's moving pretty fast anyway. The two men just follow in line easily, doing what they're ordered to do, both of them still in silence with each other. Spencer's hands still find their way to Brendon's waist, mostly to make sure that people won't cut in front of him, so he can stay close to Brendon to make sure he's there, that he's okay. Of course, Spencer doesn't say this, and secretly hopes that Brendon won't think too much about it.
Within thirty minutes, they're approaching the edge, right where they're supposed to climb into the boat. Nothing really happens within these thirty minutes. Spencer's still grumpy and quiet and doesn't bother looking into why he hasn't freaked out about this quite yet. Mostly he's just thinking, “Figures” and “Just what we fucking need,” and glaring at people who look to long at him.
Brendon climbs into the life boat before Spencer does, but it takes a little longer than Spencer would like to admit.
Spencer sighs, a bit louder than he intended, which earns a low “fuck off,” from Brendon as he slides into his seat. Spencer follows soon, and after approximately four more people, plus another crew mate, make it into the boat, they're lowered down.
The part where nothing really dramatic happens, well. Brendon's life isn't in danger or anything, but he falls into the water. He doesn't get hurt or anything, but like. It isn't even his fault! Seriously, totally not his own fault, and it's not on purpose either. Because apparently, Brendon needs to clarify these type of things to people, that he didn't fall out of the boat on purpose.
A rope that's lowering their life boat down, well. Snaps. Or breaks or something, because suddenly everyone's yelling and the life boat is at a not-so-good angle and poof. Brendon, being at one end and totally not prepared for it, moves somehow in the very wrong moment, and it's enough to send him tumbling overboard.
Even so, it's not all that dramatic. He doesn't get hurt, because there's like ten feet left from the boat to the water, and whatever the first rope did, the rope on the other end (or, well, the crew man, probably) compensates for it. Because as quickly as it happened, the life boat's all straightened out again and the crew man yells in a bit of an accent, “Hey! Are you okay?” to Brendon, who's head pops right back out of the water.
“Yeah, I'm fine!”
Except Spencer doesn't even think about it before it happens. He can only see Brendon in the water, not on the boat where he's supposed to be. Spencer pulls his wallet out of his pocket, along with the passports (though forgets the cellphones in his front pockets), before he just. Jumps in. Dives, really. It looks surprisingly good, considering all the people around them watching, but he dives in as some sort of reflex to the fact that Brendon's in the water.
Thankfully he doesn't land on top of Brendon, because that would do more damage than good, but just next to him, in the actually warm water.
Spencer's heart is beating fast, so fucking fast, and he can't even hear the rest of the yelling from the boats already in the water, as well as from those still aboard the cruise ship.
“Brendon! Bren, are-” He spits out some water and pulls himself closer in the water. “Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay,” he urges, treading water with his feet and one hand, so he's able to use the other to push some of Brendon's soaked hair away from his face.
Brendon, to his defense, doesn't punch Spencer for being so stupid. Instead, he laughs, and grins. See? Totally not in any way harmed.
“Yes! Yes, I'm fine-” he dismisses, treading water as well. “Why the hell did you do that for?!” he continues, however, still with the smile to his tone. “You just! Shit, Spence, I'm fine! You-” he says but ends up laughing.
There isn't enough relief in his body to accurately convey exactly how happy he is that Brendon is okay. Still, Spencer wishes that he hadn't jumped in now. Not because he suddenly remembers the cell phones in his pocket, but also because Brendon is laughing at him. When he was trying to be all brave an all (That's actually a lie - Spencer wasn't even thinking when he did it).
There isn't much time for other conversation, because the life boat is down in the water and can haul them back up! Which is awesome because as comfortable as the temperature is, Spencer was never happy with swimming in water where he couldn't see the bottom. Besides, there are people on board pulling out some blankets from under some of the seats.
Spencer is pulled up first, with the help of two men who've made their way to the side of the boat to help. His heart is still beating quickly with adrenaline, partly from the whole falling bit, and partly from the whole jumping bit (and maybe a little bit because holy shit, their ship sank! Or, well, is in the process of sinking!). Once he gets up he pulls off his hoodie, leaving him in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but it's soon accompanied by a warm blanket around his shoulders. Spencer doesn't really mind. It's not even that hot out, because of the occasional white cloud spotting the sky. Still.
By the time they pull Brendon up as well, Spencer goes ahead with the not-thinking again, just using both his blanket as well as his body to wrap Brendon up.
“Don't you ever do that again,” he mumbles, arms wrapped tight with Brendon's arms pressed in between them. “Scaring the living shit out of me,” he adds, barely audible. His breathing slows down a bit now that he's back on board, and that Brendon is, too.
Brendon laughs, pushing his face into the crook of Spencer's neck. “Your shirt got wet, though.” Brendon's still holding it, also pressed between their bodies.
“It's okay. Shit, Brendon, I don't care,” Spencer breathes out with a laugh.
So maybe it was a kind of cool story to tell later on.
Author: fic_type_thing
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Word Count: ~1900
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Mild swearing
Summary: The boat sinks.
Authors notes: Inspired by the Fall Out Boy video, "What A Catch" and this post by beachan18 . It sparked some plot-bunnies and I settled on this because Brendon/Spencer makes me happy on the inside. Warning for happy ending and inaccuracies on boats/ships sinking.
The boat sinks.
The entire cruise Brendon and Spencer are on is a complete and total failure, and would have been whether the damn boat sank or not. The vacation hadn't even started good! Not with Spencer's nerves already frazzled after trying to find his passport, just in case, and then Brendon's passport, since Brendon hadn't taken him seriously when he said they might need it. Going into the Caribbean and all, for two weeks, the cruise line they were on required their passengers over the age of 18 to have their passports with them, just in case.
Brendon had merely thought of it as a suggestion of some sorts, and he hadn't really been paying 100% attention when Spencer reminded him.
Which, okay, made them almost miss the ship. They were, literally, the last passengers to board the ship. Brendon's mother would have been embarrassed, but Brendon wasn't. Spencer had huffed, dragging his suitcase behind him, “I can't believe this. Almost missed the ship because you couldn't get your damn passport ready.”
Brendon had politely not pointed out that Spencer hadn't had his ready when they had to go; instead, he had rolled his eyes and said, “For all they know, we could have said goodbye to a dying relative or maybe we were held back by security because we wanted to sneak guns on board.”
This was of course not the case, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the trip had started bad, and not gotten particularly better for more than maybe an hour, so of course, of course the god damn ship had to sink.
The very last thing they need, after a really fucking long time on tour, is having the ship sink and ruin their vacation.
It really isn't that dramatic either. Brendon guesses he'd be more happy about it if it was dramatic. In the way that it could maybe leave him with a feeling of being happy of being alive, or, like, maybe he almost died and has this super cool story to tell when he gets home.
In reality, the boat first jerks to a stop. It's not too big of a ship, not huge, so they can feel somewhat of a thud that vibrates through the ship's metal. Considering that no alarm starts blaring and people aren't running screaming all over the place, Brendon goes back to reading the article in his magazine, and Spencer goes back to reading the article in his magazine.
In reality, there's a voice that comes out over the speakers around five, six pm. Brendon and Spencer are just laying in their cabin, on each of their beds (they weren't able to get the double bed), reading (and pointedly not talking). The voice says something like, “Please stay calm” and “Do not panic” and they figure, well. Maybe it's time to check out what's going on.
Over the loud speaker, the voice briefly explains that they've hit something and for everyone's safety, they've decided to evacuate. There's enough life boats for everyone on board and some to spare, the voice reminds, so no need for panic, again. Still, the women and children will be filling up the boats first.
Spencer grabs their passports and wallets and cellphones, just in case. Brendon grabs his favorite shirt (the fact that his favorite shirt actually belongs to Spencer is irrelevant), just in case.
Along with everyone else, they try not to hurry -but end up hurrying anyway- up to the deck, to maybe find out what's going on but mostly try and get off the boat. Spencer's hand finds it's place on Brendon's lower back as they try to creep through the crowd, despite that they haven't talked in a couple of hours, and the last conversation ended with “Fine!” and “Fine!” on both ends. Brendon pretends to not notice, but still doesn't speak, nor does he look back.
There's approximately 500 passengers on the ship, which amounts to god knows how many life boats. Plus the crew on the ship, perhaps. Spencer can recognize the fact that he is not a woman nor a child, and therefore won't be prioritized to get off the ship first. (For what it's worth, the only one of them who would pull the “But don't you know who I am?!” to get off quicker is Ryan, and only in a fit of desperation, and he's not here, so.)
Brendon leads the way, in silence despite the loud noise around them, to somewhere they can stand to lean on something that isn't each other. Spencer doesn't bother feeling offended, because even if they're on a sinking ship, he's still grumpy from before and leans against the railing with Brendon next to him, just watching and waiting.
But as mentioned, nothing quite dramatic happens. No one falls overboard. No one pulls out a gun to make everything move faster. It's moving pretty fast anyway. The two men just follow in line easily, doing what they're ordered to do, both of them still in silence with each other. Spencer's hands still find their way to Brendon's waist, mostly to make sure that people won't cut in front of him, so he can stay close to Brendon to make sure he's there, that he's okay. Of course, Spencer doesn't say this, and secretly hopes that Brendon won't think too much about it.
Within thirty minutes, they're approaching the edge, right where they're supposed to climb into the boat. Nothing really happens within these thirty minutes. Spencer's still grumpy and quiet and doesn't bother looking into why he hasn't freaked out about this quite yet. Mostly he's just thinking, “Figures” and “Just what we fucking need,” and glaring at people who look to long at him.
Brendon climbs into the life boat before Spencer does, but it takes a little longer than Spencer would like to admit.
Spencer sighs, a bit louder than he intended, which earns a low “fuck off,” from Brendon as he slides into his seat. Spencer follows soon, and after approximately four more people, plus another crew mate, make it into the boat, they're lowered down.
The part where nothing really dramatic happens, well. Brendon's life isn't in danger or anything, but he falls into the water. He doesn't get hurt or anything, but like. It isn't even his fault! Seriously, totally not his own fault, and it's not on purpose either. Because apparently, Brendon needs to clarify these type of things to people, that he didn't fall out of the boat on purpose.
A rope that's lowering their life boat down, well. Snaps. Or breaks or something, because suddenly everyone's yelling and the life boat is at a not-so-good angle and poof. Brendon, being at one end and totally not prepared for it, moves somehow in the very wrong moment, and it's enough to send him tumbling overboard.
Even so, it's not all that dramatic. He doesn't get hurt, because there's like ten feet left from the boat to the water, and whatever the first rope did, the rope on the other end (or, well, the crew man, probably) compensates for it. Because as quickly as it happened, the life boat's all straightened out again and the crew man yells in a bit of an accent, “Hey! Are you okay?” to Brendon, who's head pops right back out of the water.
“Yeah, I'm fine!”
Except Spencer doesn't even think about it before it happens. He can only see Brendon in the water, not on the boat where he's supposed to be. Spencer pulls his wallet out of his pocket, along with the passports (though forgets the cellphones in his front pockets), before he just. Jumps in. Dives, really. It looks surprisingly good, considering all the people around them watching, but he dives in as some sort of reflex to the fact that Brendon's in the water.
Thankfully he doesn't land on top of Brendon, because that would do more damage than good, but just next to him, in the actually warm water.
Spencer's heart is beating fast, so fucking fast, and he can't even hear the rest of the yelling from the boats already in the water, as well as from those still aboard the cruise ship.
“Brendon! Bren, are-” He spits out some water and pulls himself closer in the water. “Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay,” he urges, treading water with his feet and one hand, so he's able to use the other to push some of Brendon's soaked hair away from his face.
Brendon, to his defense, doesn't punch Spencer for being so stupid. Instead, he laughs, and grins. See? Totally not in any way harmed.
“Yes! Yes, I'm fine-” he dismisses, treading water as well. “Why the hell did you do that for?!” he continues, however, still with the smile to his tone. “You just! Shit, Spence, I'm fine! You-” he says but ends up laughing.
There isn't enough relief in his body to accurately convey exactly how happy he is that Brendon is okay. Still, Spencer wishes that he hadn't jumped in now. Not because he suddenly remembers the cell phones in his pocket, but also because Brendon is laughing at him. When he was trying to be all brave an all (That's actually a lie - Spencer wasn't even thinking when he did it).
There isn't much time for other conversation, because the life boat is down in the water and can haul them back up! Which is awesome because as comfortable as the temperature is, Spencer was never happy with swimming in water where he couldn't see the bottom. Besides, there are people on board pulling out some blankets from under some of the seats.
Spencer is pulled up first, with the help of two men who've made their way to the side of the boat to help. His heart is still beating quickly with adrenaline, partly from the whole falling bit, and partly from the whole jumping bit (and maybe a little bit because holy shit, their ship sank! Or, well, is in the process of sinking!). Once he gets up he pulls off his hoodie, leaving him in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but it's soon accompanied by a warm blanket around his shoulders. Spencer doesn't really mind. It's not even that hot out, because of the occasional white cloud spotting the sky. Still.
By the time they pull Brendon up as well, Spencer goes ahead with the not-thinking again, just using both his blanket as well as his body to wrap Brendon up.
“Don't you ever do that again,” he mumbles, arms wrapped tight with Brendon's arms pressed in between them. “Scaring the living shit out of me,” he adds, barely audible. His breathing slows down a bit now that he's back on board, and that Brendon is, too.
Brendon laughs, pushing his face into the crook of Spencer's neck. “Your shirt got wet, though.” Brendon's still holding it, also pressed between their bodies.
“It's okay. Shit, Brendon, I don't care,” Spencer breathes out with a laugh.
So maybe it was a kind of cool story to tell later on.