singer gets his way as usual [1/1]
Singer Gets His Way As Usual; Or, How Jac Vanek Will Never Win
Johnson/Marshall/Deleon, PG, 419 words
one of several drabbles I wrote for Patty 'cause she's sick and a sick Pattycakes is my most un-favourite thing.
"No. Absoloutely not. Don't you even dare."
Marshall has to admit, he's tempted to back down from the idea just by how fierce Singer looks. He pets the stubble on his jaw and says, "But Jac thinks it'd be a good idea!"
"Jac thinks her ginger hair looks good!" Singer stomps his foot, actually stomps his foot, and Marshall looks desperately to where Johnson is sat on the couch. Johnson just shakes his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not getting into this, Marsh, not at all." Johnson looks down at his hands and glances at Singer. Marshall follows suit. Singer's arms are folded and his feet set apart, and he actually looks rather genuinely upset about this.
"You're allowed to grow your facial hair!" Marshall protests.
"I keep it trimmed to scruff! Scruff!" Singer points dramatically at his jaw and says, "You can't grow out your facial hair. You have a stupid, gorgeous face, and pretty eyes, and great hair, and you can't grow a stupid scruffy beard. My face-hair matches my hair. Your soul patch matches your hair. Stick with it."
"Jac is really insistent about it, though," Marshall tries.
"And I'm going to be really insistent about no kissing, not touching, and definitely no sex." Singer strops over to Johnson and dumps himself into the drummer's lap, saying, "See? Johnson gets all the love."
"Singer, can you not bring me into this?" Johnson begs, sighing deeply and making a face. "I don't wanna be in this argument. It's Marshall's fault if he wants to grow stupid face-fuzz, nothing to do with me." Marshall's eyebrows shoot up and Johnson's eyes widen, and he says, "Uh - oh - I didn't - uh - " He shrugs and goes quiet immediately, looking down.
"You two really hate the idea of me growing facial hair?" Marshall pouts.
Singer nods and says, "Jac doesn't know what she's talking about. She doesn't have to look at you every day and feel the deep pit of sadness I feel whenever I see you trying to grow your facial hair."
"That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?" Marshall frowns. Singer shakes his head. "Oh. Johnson?"
Johnson shrugs and gives up and says, "I agree, no facial hair. Please."
"Jac's gonna be pissed," Marshall mumbles, pushing Singer off Johnson's lap and making him budge up so that he can sit between them.
Singer swings his legs up to rest over both their laps and quips, "Jac's not your boyfriend and doesn't have to kiss you."
"Point taken," Marshall snorts.
Johnson/Marshall/Deleon, PG, 419 words
one of several drabbles I wrote for Patty 'cause she's sick and a sick Pattycakes is my most un-favourite thing.
"No. Absoloutely not. Don't you even dare."
Marshall has to admit, he's tempted to back down from the idea just by how fierce Singer looks. He pets the stubble on his jaw and says, "But Jac thinks it'd be a good idea!"
"Jac thinks her ginger hair looks good!" Singer stomps his foot, actually stomps his foot, and Marshall looks desperately to where Johnson is sat on the couch. Johnson just shakes his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not getting into this, Marsh, not at all." Johnson looks down at his hands and glances at Singer. Marshall follows suit. Singer's arms are folded and his feet set apart, and he actually looks rather genuinely upset about this.
"You're allowed to grow your facial hair!" Marshall protests.
"I keep it trimmed to scruff! Scruff!" Singer points dramatically at his jaw and says, "You can't grow out your facial hair. You have a stupid, gorgeous face, and pretty eyes, and great hair, and you can't grow a stupid scruffy beard. My face-hair matches my hair. Your soul patch matches your hair. Stick with it."
"Jac is really insistent about it, though," Marshall tries.
"And I'm going to be really insistent about no kissing, not touching, and definitely no sex." Singer strops over to Johnson and dumps himself into the drummer's lap, saying, "See? Johnson gets all the love."
"Singer, can you not bring me into this?" Johnson begs, sighing deeply and making a face. "I don't wanna be in this argument. It's Marshall's fault if he wants to grow stupid face-fuzz, nothing to do with me." Marshall's eyebrows shoot up and Johnson's eyes widen, and he says, "Uh - oh - I didn't - uh - " He shrugs and goes quiet immediately, looking down.
"You two really hate the idea of me growing facial hair?" Marshall pouts.
Singer nods and says, "Jac doesn't know what she's talking about. She doesn't have to look at you every day and feel the deep pit of sadness I feel whenever I see you trying to grow your facial hair."
"That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?" Marshall frowns. Singer shakes his head. "Oh. Johnson?"
Johnson shrugs and gives up and says, "I agree, no facial hair. Please."
"Jac's gonna be pissed," Marshall mumbles, pushing Singer off Johnson's lap and making him budge up so that he can sit between them.
Singer swings his legs up to rest over both their laps and quips, "Jac's not your boyfriend and doesn't have to kiss you."
"Point taken," Marshall snorts.