Thirty Days of Meme: Day 15
Day 15: A fanfic
Fandom: Bandom/Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, barely
Warning: This is stupid, and only one scene, and un-betaed. And I've been drinking.
"You should ask him out."
Brendon loves Gerard a whole lot. Gerard gave him a job when no one else would, when he was literally two seconds away from being homeless, and now he gets to spend his days shilling comic books and playing Magic. Gerard is arty and sweet and smart and one of Brendon's absolute favorite people in the whole world. Gerard is also thirty and still lives in his mom's basement, and no way in hell is Brendon taking dating advice from him. He draws two cards from his deck as he shakes his head. "No fucking way. He's out of my league."
"Dog-boy is not out of your league," Frank frowns over at him. "He walks dogs for a living, he's not out of anybody's league. And would you fucking go already?"
Brendon lays down an enchantment on his creature and attacks Frank (with malice in his heart, for calling Shiny-Haired Smiley Guy a name like Dog-Boy, that's just not nice.) "I think he goes to college, I saw him reading a textbook over at Starbucks once."
"That doesn't make him out of your league," Gerard frowns, and Brendon can see the 'you're just as good as anyone' lecture building over his head like a thundercloud.
"Who's out of whose league?"
Brendon looks up, and grins happily at Bob. Bob works next door at the stereo place. Bob is badass, and one day, with a lot of hard work and practice, Brendon is going to grow up to be just like him. Only slightly more sparkly.
"We're planning Brendon's happy future with Dog-Boy," Frank says, because Frank's kind of an asshole like that sometimes. Brendon sticks out his tongue at him.
"Dog-Boy?" Bob looks confused. He raises a brow in Brendon's direction. "I'm not one to judge, but I gotta say, stick with one species."
Gerard giggles, high-pitched and happy. Gerard's always happy when Bob comes over, and Brendon suspects it's because he'd like to move Bob into his mother's basement but so far he hasn't been able to prove that. Gerard just shakes his head and says, "No, Brendon's crushing over that guy who walks the Betermans' schnauzer."
"Oh, Spencer?" Bob says and shrugs. "He's a cool dude. You should go for it, B."
Brendon just shrugs, and doesn't say anything. Especially not that Spencer is like, the world's most perfect name for the most perfect boy. It's a shiny name. It goes with the hair, Brendon thinks.
Day 16: A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17: An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18: Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19: A talent of yours
Day 20: A hobby of yours
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25: Your day, in great detail
Day 26: Your week, in great detail
Day 27: This month, in great detail
Day 28: This year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles your fancy
Fandom: Bandom/Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, barely
Warning: This is stupid, and only one scene, and un-betaed. And I've been drinking.
"You should ask him out."
Brendon loves Gerard a whole lot. Gerard gave him a job when no one else would, when he was literally two seconds away from being homeless, and now he gets to spend his days shilling comic books and playing Magic. Gerard is arty and sweet and smart and one of Brendon's absolute favorite people in the whole world. Gerard is also thirty and still lives in his mom's basement, and no way in hell is Brendon taking dating advice from him. He draws two cards from his deck as he shakes his head. "No fucking way. He's out of my league."
"Dog-boy is not out of your league," Frank frowns over at him. "He walks dogs for a living, he's not out of anybody's league. And would you fucking go already?"
Brendon lays down an enchantment on his creature and attacks Frank (with malice in his heart, for calling Shiny-Haired Smiley Guy a name like Dog-Boy, that's just not nice.) "I think he goes to college, I saw him reading a textbook over at Starbucks once."
"That doesn't make him out of your league," Gerard frowns, and Brendon can see the 'you're just as good as anyone' lecture building over his head like a thundercloud.
"Who's out of whose league?"
Brendon looks up, and grins happily at Bob. Bob works next door at the stereo place. Bob is badass, and one day, with a lot of hard work and practice, Brendon is going to grow up to be just like him. Only slightly more sparkly.
"We're planning Brendon's happy future with Dog-Boy," Frank says, because Frank's kind of an asshole like that sometimes. Brendon sticks out his tongue at him.
"Dog-Boy?" Bob looks confused. He raises a brow in Brendon's direction. "I'm not one to judge, but I gotta say, stick with one species."
Gerard giggles, high-pitched and happy. Gerard's always happy when Bob comes over, and Brendon suspects it's because he'd like to move Bob into his mother's basement but so far he hasn't been able to prove that. Gerard just shakes his head and says, "No, Brendon's crushing over that guy who walks the Betermans' schnauzer."
"Oh, Spencer?" Bob says and shrugs. "He's a cool dude. You should go for it, B."
Brendon just shrugs, and doesn't say anything. Especially not that Spencer is like, the world's most perfect name for the most perfect boy. It's a shiny name. It goes with the hair, Brendon thinks.
Day 16: A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17: An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18: Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19: A talent of yours
Day 20: A hobby of yours
Day 21: A recipe
Day 22: A website
Day 23: A YouTube video
Day 24: Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25: Your day, in great detail
Day 26: Your week, in great detail
Day 27: This month, in great detail
Day 28: This year, in great detail
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30: Whatever tickles your fancy