Can I just say that wolfshirts is my favorite community of all time?
Also, this might happen in my SGA/Bandslash Three-quel:
Jon bites his lip to keep from smiling. Ryan as a sullen teenager is pretty much the most adorable thing ever. Except maybe for Spencer, because holy shit those are some chubby cheeks, the grin he flashes Ryan nearly gorgeous, if gorgeous was ever a term that could be applied to a bumbling fourteen-year-old. Approximately. It’s hard to judge their exact ages, since Brendon’s roughly the size of Jon’s pre-teen niece.
“Oh my fucking god,” Brendon says, looking down at himself. Then a slow grin breaks across his face, evil at the edges, and he tugs on the hem of Spencer’s shirt. “Hey there, pretty girl.”
Spencer sweeps long, long hair out of his eyes and sort of fails at glaring at Brendon. It’s a total fail, Jon can tell, pink blooming on his pale skin, until Brendon goes on with, “You’re totally a pudge, Spencer,” and Ryan punches him in the back of the head.
Jon bites his lip to keep from smiling. Ryan as a sullen teenager is pretty much the most adorable thing ever. Except maybe for Spencer, because holy shit those are some chubby cheeks, the grin he flashes Ryan nearly gorgeous, if gorgeous was ever a term that could be applied to a bumbling fourteen-year-old. Approximately. It’s hard to judge their exact ages, since Brendon’s roughly the size of Jon’s pre-teen niece.
“Oh my fucking god,” Brendon says, looking down at himself. Then a slow grin breaks across his face, evil at the edges, and he tugs on the hem of Spencer’s shirt. “Hey there, pretty girl.”
Spencer sweeps long, long hair out of his eyes and sort of fails at glaring at Brendon. It’s a total fail, Jon can tell, pink blooming on his pale skin, until Brendon goes on with, “You’re totally a pudge, Spencer,” and Ryan punches him in the back of the head.