Fake News (FPF) | Gravitas | PG | Brian/"Stephen"
Title: Gravitas
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brian/"Stephen"
Summary: Stephen and Brian have lunch.
Word Count: 175
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A/N: Originally an OT ficlet.
It was hard to command any sense of gravitas with gravy stains on one's shirt.
While normal lunches didn't require commanding gravitas-though of course he commanded it wherever he went, just as a matter of course-this one did. Stupid gravy, he thought.
Stephen wiped futilely at the ugly grey blotch on his otherwise pristine white shirt. There was no use. It wasn't going to come out.
"I hate you," he said petulantly-which also lacked gravitas-to his lunch companion, who chuckled.
"You think I'm in league with the gravy?" asked Brian, raising an eyebrow.
Stephen harrumphed. Stupid Brian Williams, he thought then. "I don't spill gravy on my shirt when I eat lunch with Jon," he said, eyes narrowing.
Brian smirked. "Look on the bright side, Stephen," he said, voice low and full of something-gravitas, Stephen was sure, even as it made him shiver. "After lunch, I can help you out of that shirt."
The quiet squeak Stephen let out then also did not command gravitas of any kind. Luckily, he was too distracted to care.
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brian/"Stephen"
Summary: Stephen and Brian have lunch.
Word Count: 175
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally an OT ficlet.
It was hard to command any sense of gravitas with gravy stains on one's shirt.
While normal lunches didn't require commanding gravitas-though of course he commanded it wherever he went, just as a matter of course-this one did. Stupid gravy, he thought.
Stephen wiped futilely at the ugly grey blotch on his otherwise pristine white shirt. There was no use. It wasn't going to come out.
"I hate you," he said petulantly-which also lacked gravitas-to his lunch companion, who chuckled.
"You think I'm in league with the gravy?" asked Brian, raising an eyebrow.
Stephen harrumphed. Stupid Brian Williams, he thought then. "I don't spill gravy on my shirt when I eat lunch with Jon," he said, eyes narrowing.
Brian smirked. "Look on the bright side, Stephen," he said, voice low and full of something-gravitas, Stephen was sure, even as it made him shiver. "After lunch, I can help you out of that shirt."
The quiet squeak Stephen let out then also did not command gravitas of any kind. Luckily, he was too distracted to care.