Thank you to everyone for the snowflakes and holiday cards/drawings/songs/well wishes.
You are all so amazing!
If you want, because I'm procrastinating studying for finals in such a loving/giving mood, leave a pairing* and prompt, and I'll write you a ~100 word drabble. Or just a pairing. Or just a prompt
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When Spencer walks into the main room of the bus, he almost trips over an umbrella.
Outside, the rain is heavy enough that it’s making a steady beat on the roof, and Spencer’s fingers itch for his drumsticks. He just sighs, though, and slumps down in the booth next to the window, looking outside toward the streetlamp where the rain is plummeting through the soft light.
There are two figures out there, and when Spencer squints, he can make out the shape of Brendon’s smile and the hint of Ryan’s laugh.
It’s nice to see them like this. Nice after weeks of strange tension and silence.
Spencer looks down to the umbrella. Ryan’ll probably get goddamn pneumonia being out in the rain like this, but when Spencer sees one of Brendon’s rain-slicked hands cup the side of Ryan’s face - draw them close together - Spencer doesn’t grab for the umbrella.
He looks away, instead, giving them their privacy.
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