Twitter Shenanigans [Boyle/Prust, PG-13]
Title: Twitter Shenanigans
Author: bluelinespecial
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian Boyle/Brandon Prust
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: "Seriously, Brian. Twitter thinks we broke up or something."
Notes: While this is fictionalized, it is based on REAL EVENTS OF HILARITY. More info at the end. Thanks to pruster for the speed beta. Follow-up to Contract Negotiations.
Nevermind I'll find, someone like youuuuuuu
"Gotta change that stupid ringtone," Brian muttered, as his brother cracked up and called Brian's name. "Yeah, I hear it, I'm coming!" He ran into the living room, grabbing his phone off the couch and smacking the back of Tim's head; the kid didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to ringtones-Brian had heard Backstreet Boys more than a few times.
He swiped his thumb across the iPhone's screen and hurried out of the room as he answered, "Hey."
"Twitter's worried about us," Brandon said, getting right to the point, apparently.
"Good evening to you, too, dear," Brian said lightly, heading out to the porch to get some sort of privacy. "How was your day today?"
"Seriously, Brian. Twitter thinks we broke up or something."
Brian squinted into the orange setting sun. "Twitter doesn't know we're together." He knew that was true-when Brian finally joined the site at the urging of his college friends, they'd been careful to make sure nothing of their relationship ended up on the terrifyingly public feeds. Which meant that really, Brian only had tweeted at Brandon once, to let him know he was there, and then Brandon replied, and . . . well, that was it.
"Doesn't stop them from thinking something bad went down when some enterprising people saw that I, um, unfollowed you or whatever."
Brian blinked. "You unfollowed me? Why?"
Brandon laughed a little. "I didn't! I mean, I did, but I didn't. Not on purpose. Something glitched or something? I dunno, but yeah. I checked, and Twitter was all, BrandonPrust8 does not follow BriBrows22."
It should not have upset him as much as it did, Brian thought. "Are . . . you going to follow me again?"
This time Brandon's laugh was fuller, more amused. "Oh my God, man, you're as bad as they are!"
"As bad as who are?" Brian felt lost in this conversation, which was frustrating because he finally felt like he understood the social media site. He was retweeting shit and everything.
"I had some mentions from some random fans, like always. But a bunch of them were about how I unfollowed you. That's how I even realized it, honestly. You should tweet more, man. And not just pictures of places you are and I'm not, or people you're with who aren't me, but, y'know, your deepest thoughts and hopes and dreams. With ridiculous hashtags because DZ is stupidly proud of his."
"Brandon, you're rambling."
"Well, I already followed you again, don't worry." He could hear the eyeroll in Brandon's tone. "But, like. People were apparently really freaked out there for a while."
Feeling oddly comforted knowing that their Twitters mutually followed each other again, Brian relaxed a bit and could start to see what Brandon was getting at. "They didn't really think we broke up, did they?"
"Don't think they meant it quite so literally. The one girl, though, said it wasn't allowed. Hashtagged her tweet 'bromance'."
"It's not allowed," Brian said, a grin on his face. "In fact, I think I'm putting that in the vows. Thou shalt always be tweetable."
Brandon snorted. "That sounds more like a commandment than a vow, Boyler."
"We'll fine-tune the exact words later, whatever."
"I, uh. I replied to her. Just the one." Brandon's voice dropped a bit in volume, sounding a little embarrassed.
"You did? What did you say?"
There was a few moments of quiet over the air, then Brandon said, "Said I didn't know how it happened, and that I would never unfollow you."
Brian felt his smile stretch his cheeks, and a warmth fill his chest. "Aww. That's the sweetest thiiiiiiiing!"
"Jesus Christ, shut up." When Brian laughed, Brandon sputtered more. "Seriously, I'll delete it-"
"Oh, don't you dare!" Brian chuckled more. "I love that you'd never unfollow me, Prusty." It certainly had never been anything he'd worried about, but after hearing it said, he was pretty sure it was something he'd needed to hear. Not because he was worried about Twitter accounts of all things, but just the general idea that they'd always have some public relationship, even if they weren't going to be teammates anymore.
Even if they didn't know when they'd go public about their marriage.
"You're such a sap, Bri," Brandon said, his voice soft and warm.
Brian looked over his shoulder, making sure that Tim was still watching the Sox game. "Love you, too, Bran."
"Eighteen days," Brandon whispered, and Brian grinned widely again.
"Eighteen days," he agreed, rubbing the back of his head. "Gonna be here before we know it."
"It'll be great. We've got the Skype call with DZ on Friday, still, right?" He sounded eager, which was a huge help for Brian to push down some nerves that threatened.
"Yeah, Friday afternoon. And we're gonna tell him that we've been dating for a year and a half, then tell him we're getting married in a couple weeks and want him to be a witness." Shit, what kind of terrible friends were they, anyway?
Brandon clucked his tongue in his ear. "And he's gonna be fuckin' happy for us, and try to plan a bachelor party."
"We're gonna end up at a really sketchy strip club, aren't we?"
"And we're gonna have a great time!" Brandon said with a laugh.
From inside came a muffled, "Ah, shit!"-Brian groaned. "Fuck, they must've scored."
"I hate that I can't root for your guys right now, you know?"
Brian laughed. "What, because we're fighting for last place? Fuck that, I'm rooting for you guys hard. Fucking Yankees."
"One of these summers we'll be able to do a game together," Brandon said. "Delayed honeymoon?"
"That's the most romantic thing ever. Well, other than you never unfollowing me, you ridiculous sap." They laughed together, and Brian looked back inside to see Tim trying to suffocate himself with a pillow. "Okay, my brother is attempting baseball suicide. I gotta go."
They managed reasonably quick goodbyes, whispered I-love-yous and instructions to sleep well, and Brian schooled the dopey look from his face before he went back inside to see the damage. (Youk had scored, and neither Brian nor Tim knew how to feel about that.)
He settled in for the game, but picked his phone up and tapped on the Twitter app, swiping and tapping to try and find the tweet Brandon was talking about. In the end he just went to Brandon's profile, finding that his reply was his most recent tweet, and tapping on that brought up the whole conversation. He shook his head to see the concerned tweet about Brandon unfollowing him, and he had to smile at Brandon's reply, which was just as described.
Below Brandon's tweet were the standard icons for doing various things with the tweet. He had the hang of replying and retweeting now, totally, but the little star one more to the right was something he hadn't used.
"Hey Tim. What's the star for on Twitter again?"
"Favoriting a tweet," Tim replied easily, not looking away from the game.
"Huh. Thanks." Brian smiled a little more at his phone, then thumbed over the little star, which lit up in gold in response. Thinking nothing else of it, he hit the home button and put his phone in his pocket.
Not even ten minutes later, his phone chirped as it received a text. He pulled it out again, and couldn't help but laugh at the message Brandon had sent him.
Saw u faved my tweet.. Who is the sappy 1 now?
Brian quickly tapped out a reply: Me as always. You love it.
There were no further texts, but Brian didn't need any. He knew Brandon loved everything about him.
--
End Notes: As I said, this is based on actual events. Tumblr went nuts one night when someone discovered Prust was no longer following Boyle (though, oh man, I really hope they don't know about Tumblr). Here is Prusty's tweet. And if you click to see who favorited it, you'll see a bunch of fangirls . . . and Boyler. It's magical.
Next installment will be a bit longer to come, probably next month sometime. (Unless I get totally blocked on this other project and need some fluff to work on instead.)
Author: bluelinespecial
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian Boyle/Brandon Prust
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: "Seriously, Brian. Twitter thinks we broke up or something."
Notes: While this is fictionalized, it is based on REAL EVENTS OF HILARITY. More info at the end. Thanks to pruster for the speed beta. Follow-up to Contract Negotiations.
Nevermind I'll find, someone like youuuuuuu
"Gotta change that stupid ringtone," Brian muttered, as his brother cracked up and called Brian's name. "Yeah, I hear it, I'm coming!" He ran into the living room, grabbing his phone off the couch and smacking the back of Tim's head; the kid didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to ringtones-Brian had heard Backstreet Boys more than a few times.
He swiped his thumb across the iPhone's screen and hurried out of the room as he answered, "Hey."
"Twitter's worried about us," Brandon said, getting right to the point, apparently.
"Good evening to you, too, dear," Brian said lightly, heading out to the porch to get some sort of privacy. "How was your day today?"
"Seriously, Brian. Twitter thinks we broke up or something."
Brian squinted into the orange setting sun. "Twitter doesn't know we're together." He knew that was true-when Brian finally joined the site at the urging of his college friends, they'd been careful to make sure nothing of their relationship ended up on the terrifyingly public feeds. Which meant that really, Brian only had tweeted at Brandon once, to let him know he was there, and then Brandon replied, and . . . well, that was it.
"Doesn't stop them from thinking something bad went down when some enterprising people saw that I, um, unfollowed you or whatever."
Brian blinked. "You unfollowed me? Why?"
Brandon laughed a little. "I didn't! I mean, I did, but I didn't. Not on purpose. Something glitched or something? I dunno, but yeah. I checked, and Twitter was all, BrandonPrust8 does not follow BriBrows22."
It should not have upset him as much as it did, Brian thought. "Are . . . you going to follow me again?"
This time Brandon's laugh was fuller, more amused. "Oh my God, man, you're as bad as they are!"
"As bad as who are?" Brian felt lost in this conversation, which was frustrating because he finally felt like he understood the social media site. He was retweeting shit and everything.
"I had some mentions from some random fans, like always. But a bunch of them were about how I unfollowed you. That's how I even realized it, honestly. You should tweet more, man. And not just pictures of places you are and I'm not, or people you're with who aren't me, but, y'know, your deepest thoughts and hopes and dreams. With ridiculous hashtags because DZ is stupidly proud of his."
"Brandon, you're rambling."
"Well, I already followed you again, don't worry." He could hear the eyeroll in Brandon's tone. "But, like. People were apparently really freaked out there for a while."
Feeling oddly comforted knowing that their Twitters mutually followed each other again, Brian relaxed a bit and could start to see what Brandon was getting at. "They didn't really think we broke up, did they?"
"Don't think they meant it quite so literally. The one girl, though, said it wasn't allowed. Hashtagged her tweet 'bromance'."
"It's not allowed," Brian said, a grin on his face. "In fact, I think I'm putting that in the vows. Thou shalt always be tweetable."
Brandon snorted. "That sounds more like a commandment than a vow, Boyler."
"We'll fine-tune the exact words later, whatever."
"I, uh. I replied to her. Just the one." Brandon's voice dropped a bit in volume, sounding a little embarrassed.
"You did? What did you say?"
There was a few moments of quiet over the air, then Brandon said, "Said I didn't know how it happened, and that I would never unfollow you."
Brian felt his smile stretch his cheeks, and a warmth fill his chest. "Aww. That's the sweetest thiiiiiiiing!"
"Jesus Christ, shut up." When Brian laughed, Brandon sputtered more. "Seriously, I'll delete it-"
"Oh, don't you dare!" Brian chuckled more. "I love that you'd never unfollow me, Prusty." It certainly had never been anything he'd worried about, but after hearing it said, he was pretty sure it was something he'd needed to hear. Not because he was worried about Twitter accounts of all things, but just the general idea that they'd always have some public relationship, even if they weren't going to be teammates anymore.
Even if they didn't know when they'd go public about their marriage.
"You're such a sap, Bri," Brandon said, his voice soft and warm.
Brian looked over his shoulder, making sure that Tim was still watching the Sox game. "Love you, too, Bran."
"Eighteen days," Brandon whispered, and Brian grinned widely again.
"Eighteen days," he agreed, rubbing the back of his head. "Gonna be here before we know it."
"It'll be great. We've got the Skype call with DZ on Friday, still, right?" He sounded eager, which was a huge help for Brian to push down some nerves that threatened.
"Yeah, Friday afternoon. And we're gonna tell him that we've been dating for a year and a half, then tell him we're getting married in a couple weeks and want him to be a witness." Shit, what kind of terrible friends were they, anyway?
Brandon clucked his tongue in his ear. "And he's gonna be fuckin' happy for us, and try to plan a bachelor party."
"We're gonna end up at a really sketchy strip club, aren't we?"
"And we're gonna have a great time!" Brandon said with a laugh.
From inside came a muffled, "Ah, shit!"-Brian groaned. "Fuck, they must've scored."
"I hate that I can't root for your guys right now, you know?"
Brian laughed. "What, because we're fighting for last place? Fuck that, I'm rooting for you guys hard. Fucking Yankees."
"One of these summers we'll be able to do a game together," Brandon said. "Delayed honeymoon?"
"That's the most romantic thing ever. Well, other than you never unfollowing me, you ridiculous sap." They laughed together, and Brian looked back inside to see Tim trying to suffocate himself with a pillow. "Okay, my brother is attempting baseball suicide. I gotta go."
They managed reasonably quick goodbyes, whispered I-love-yous and instructions to sleep well, and Brian schooled the dopey look from his face before he went back inside to see the damage. (Youk had scored, and neither Brian nor Tim knew how to feel about that.)
He settled in for the game, but picked his phone up and tapped on the Twitter app, swiping and tapping to try and find the tweet Brandon was talking about. In the end he just went to Brandon's profile, finding that his reply was his most recent tweet, and tapping on that brought up the whole conversation. He shook his head to see the concerned tweet about Brandon unfollowing him, and he had to smile at Brandon's reply, which was just as described.
Below Brandon's tweet were the standard icons for doing various things with the tweet. He had the hang of replying and retweeting now, totally, but the little star one more to the right was something he hadn't used.
"Hey Tim. What's the star for on Twitter again?"
"Favoriting a tweet," Tim replied easily, not looking away from the game.
"Huh. Thanks." Brian smiled a little more at his phone, then thumbed over the little star, which lit up in gold in response. Thinking nothing else of it, he hit the home button and put his phone in his pocket.
Not even ten minutes later, his phone chirped as it received a text. He pulled it out again, and couldn't help but laugh at the message Brandon had sent him.
Saw u faved my tweet.. Who is the sappy 1 now?
Brian quickly tapped out a reply: Me as always. You love it.
There were no further texts, but Brian didn't need any. He knew Brandon loved everything about him.
--
End Notes: As I said, this is based on actual events. Tumblr went nuts one night when someone discovered Prust was no longer following Boyle (though, oh man, I really hope they don't know about Tumblr). Here is Prusty's tweet. And if you click to see who favorited it, you'll see a bunch of fangirls . . . and Boyler. It's magical.
Next installment will be a bit longer to come, probably next month sometime. (Unless I get totally blocked on this other project and need some fluff to work on instead.)