Snippets and Unfinished Bits
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rsadelleBasically I've decided it's silly to wait until the end of the year to clear out the things I know well before then that I'm not going to finish, so here is another bunch of snippets.
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Brendon/girl!Spencer
Warning: Abortion
Warning: Abortion
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reni_days posted an unfinished Brendon/girl!Spencer teen pregnancy fic wherein her warnings noted that there was discussion of abortion. Pretty much the only thing I read of her story before I had to leave for work was that warning, so this is in no way anything like her story, but I couldn't let go of the "what if she did have an abortion?" concept.
I had all this stuff about how she falls in love with Brendon and the good thing about Brendon getting kicked out is that they have somewhere to have sex and she's not stupid so she makes him buy condoms. And:
She doesn't tell anyone until a week after she's sure, two weeks after she should have started her period. She sits on a curb and looks at her shoes and tells Ryan, "I'm pregnant."
She knows from the look on his face that he's thinking about what it means for his band.
That's the argument she makes to all of them, that it's about the band and that she wants the band.
She has to tell her mother eventually, and maybe it's her mom who goes with her to he clinic.
I was having trouble thinking about how Brendon would deal with her having an abortion, though, but then while I was home at lunch, I wrote this bit:
They don't talk about it. For years, they don't talk about it. They go on tour, on MTV, to Europe. Brendon holds her hand in Germany, kisses her in England, makes love to her in France. They go home and go to the cabin where the four of them smoke up a lot and write an album they never record.
When they get home from the cabin, before they've even unpacked half their shit, Brendon puts his arms around her from behind in the middle of the bedroom. "Do you ever wish," he asks, his voice soft in her ear, "that we'd had the baby instead?"
(But I don't know what else would happen.)
(I think maybe she doesn't regret it and Brendon maybe sometimes, well, doesn't regret it so much as wonder what it would have been like and feel sad that there could have been this baby that was a part of them both. I have trouble imagining seventeen-year-old Mormon-raised Brendon being totally cool with the abortion.)
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Spencer Breaks Dishes
In real life, Spencer's response to The Young Veins' AP interview was to tweet a picture of tambourines. But I apparently have a thing about him breaking dishes, so here's an alternative angsty snippet.
Spencer takes a picture of his kitchen floor filled with the debris of pretty much every cup and plate he owns. He uploads it and then carefully types @brendonuriesays in the box where a message goes. He's about to post, but then he stops, adds @thisisryanross @iamjonwalker, and then posts.
Usually, he would have just banged the shit out of his drums, but he can't right now. It hurts too much.
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Spencer doesn't really want to see much of anyone, but he goes to see who it is when the doorbell rings because it might be Brendon. He's not expecting Ashlee.
"Pete's out of town," she says when Spencer opens the door, "or he'd be here." She doesn't so much push her way in as somehow manage to be on the inside when Spencer closes the door. She hugs him, too, without him ever quite agreeing to it. Spencer knows her as this cool girl he gets to hang out with and as Pete's wife, but he also knows her as Bronx's mom, and that's what he's going to blame it on when he starts crying.
"Oh, sweetie," she says.
Spencer clings to her and sobs his fucking heart out, and somehow they end up sitting on the floor.
"Sorry," he mutters when he can talk again.
"No," she says, and she strokes his hair. "I have practice, although at least Pete's band wasn't dicks about it."
It should hurt, and it does, in a distant kind of way, but she's so matter of fact about it that it doesn't make him cry again.
"Now," she says briskly, "you're going to go in the living room, and I'm going to go clear a path to the fridge so I can get at the beer, and then we're going to get drunk, and in the morning you're going surfing and Brendon and Sarah and Shane will laugh at you for being hungover."
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Gabe/Nate/Victoria College AU
I had this idea for a college AU where Victoria's taking a photography class and needs a model. Someone suggests philosophy grad student Gabe. In the meantime, she and Nate are roommates. This would be the kind of story where Nate and Victoria have been dancing around each other until Gabe forces the issue, but I only ever wrote one scene.
Victoria slouches into the apartment. "Sorry I'm late," she offers.
"No problem," Gabe says, waving a controller at her. Nate has the other one. "We're getting in some quality Call of Duty time."
"Tough day?" Nate asks. Victoria slides into the space between him and the edge of the couch.
"Shitty."
"We don't have to do this today," Gabe says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. We can reschedule."
"Thanks." Victoria pokes at Gabe's leg with the toe of her shoe. "Want to stay? Nate's going to do something about dinner in a minute."
"I'm a vegan."
Victoria shrugs. "He was just going to order pizza anyway. We'll get one without cheese." Victoria nudges Nate. "Go do something about that." Nate rolls his eyes, but gets up. He hands the controller to Victoria.
"Watch out," he warns Gabe. "She'll kick your ass." Then he asks, "Are you edge or do you drink?"
"I'm a philosopher," Gabe says, "of course I drink."
Nate grins. "Beer?"
"Usually it's Russian vodka, but I'll take a beer."
Nate squeezes Victoria's shoulder and heads into the kitchen.
"I want lime," she calls after him.
"I know," he calls back.
Victoria doesn't notice how long he's been gone until he comes back with three beers and she realizes how far she and Gabe have played.
"Get lost in the fridge?"
Nate makes a face at her. "I put brownies in the oven. I think we still have half a can of frosting left too."
"Secretly," Victoria stage whispers to Gabe, "Nate wants to be his mother."
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Pete and Patrick Meet at Yoga
Some time ago, there was this prompt on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anon_lovefest about Pete and Patrick meeting in a yoga class. In my head, there is a lot of Pete making obvious and obnoxious come-ons and then some eventual dating, but I only ever wrote the scene where Patrick starts to change his mind about Pete.
Patrick realizes when he's halfway to his car that he left his hoodie in the studio. He lets out a resigned sigh and turns back to get it.
He stops before he goes in, because Gabe and Victoria are still there. He can see them through the window, standing close together, smiling softly at each other, Victoria looking up and Gabe looking down like puzzle pieces that haven't yet been hooked together. They're not even doing anything, and yet it's so intimate that Patrick still feels like he's intruding on something deeply private. Their lips are just meeting as he turns away and nearly walks right into Pete.
Pete's looking past him, watching Gabe and Victoria, with a look on his face that Patrick can only describe as wistful.
"They're the real thing," he murmurs. "They'll be kissing like that when they're eighty and they have a world full of grandkids." Pete shifts his attention to Patrick and smiles at him a little sadly. "See you next week." And then he walks away without propositioning him.
Patrick watches him go with an uncomfortable twinge of warmth spreading through him.
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Mike/Bill, watermelon
inlovewithnight was having a bad day recently, so I wrote her a snippet based on this picture and her commentary thereon.
Bill wanders in from wherever he was and whatever he was doing and looms over Mike. "What are you doing?"
"Cutting up watermelon." Mike makes sure his tone includes the "duh" so he doesn't have to say it out loud.
Bill watches him for too long, then says, "You're doing it wrong."
Mike puts his hand with the knife on the counter and turns halfway so he's facing Bill. "Do you want to do it?"
"No."
"Then shut the fuck up about it."
Bill's fingers reach into the belly of the mostly cut up watermelon to pluck out a piece that's still clinging to the rind.
"Stop it," Mike says. "I don't want to cut you."
Bill licks his fingers and then leans in to brush his watermelon-sticky lips against Mike's. "You won't."
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Brendon/girl!Spencer
Warning: Abortion
Warning: Abortion
reni_days posted an unfinished Brendon/girl!Spencer teen pregnancy fic wherein her warnings noted that there was discussion of abortion. Pretty much the only thing I read of her story before I had to leave for work was that warning, so this is in no way anything like her story, but I couldn't let go of the "what if she did have an abortion?" concept.I had all this stuff about how she falls in love with Brendon and the good thing about Brendon getting kicked out is that they have somewhere to have sex and she's not stupid so she makes him buy condoms. And:
She doesn't tell anyone until a week after she's sure, two weeks after she should have started her period. She sits on a curb and looks at her shoes and tells Ryan, "I'm pregnant."
She knows from the look on his face that he's thinking about what it means for his band.
That's the argument she makes to all of them, that it's about the band and that she wants the band.
She has to tell her mother eventually, and maybe it's her mom who goes with her to he clinic.
I was having trouble thinking about how Brendon would deal with her having an abortion, though, but then while I was home at lunch, I wrote this bit:
They don't talk about it. For years, they don't talk about it. They go on tour, on MTV, to Europe. Brendon holds her hand in Germany, kisses her in England, makes love to her in France. They go home and go to the cabin where the four of them smoke up a lot and write an album they never record.
When they get home from the cabin, before they've even unpacked half their shit, Brendon puts his arms around her from behind in the middle of the bedroom. "Do you ever wish," he asks, his voice soft in her ear, "that we'd had the baby instead?"
(But I don't know what else would happen.)
(I think maybe she doesn't regret it and Brendon maybe sometimes, well, doesn't regret it so much as wonder what it would have been like and feel sad that there could have been this baby that was a part of them both. I have trouble imagining seventeen-year-old Mormon-raised Brendon being totally cool with the abortion.)
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Spencer Breaks Dishes
In real life, Spencer's response to The Young Veins' AP interview was to tweet a picture of tambourines. But I apparently have a thing about him breaking dishes, so here's an alternative angsty snippet.
Spencer takes a picture of his kitchen floor filled with the debris of pretty much every cup and plate he owns. He uploads it and then carefully types @brendonuriesays in the box where a message goes. He's about to post, but then he stops, adds @thisisryanross @iamjonwalker, and then posts.
Usually, he would have just banged the shit out of his drums, but he can't right now. It hurts too much.
*
Spencer doesn't really want to see much of anyone, but he goes to see who it is when the doorbell rings because it might be Brendon. He's not expecting Ashlee.
"Pete's out of town," she says when Spencer opens the door, "or he'd be here." She doesn't so much push her way in as somehow manage to be on the inside when Spencer closes the door. She hugs him, too, without him ever quite agreeing to it. Spencer knows her as this cool girl he gets to hang out with and as Pete's wife, but he also knows her as Bronx's mom, and that's what he's going to blame it on when he starts crying.
"Oh, sweetie," she says.
Spencer clings to her and sobs his fucking heart out, and somehow they end up sitting on the floor.
"Sorry," he mutters when he can talk again.
"No," she says, and she strokes his hair. "I have practice, although at least Pete's band wasn't dicks about it."
It should hurt, and it does, in a distant kind of way, but she's so matter of fact about it that it doesn't make him cry again.
"Now," she says briskly, "you're going to go in the living room, and I'm going to go clear a path to the fridge so I can get at the beer, and then we're going to get drunk, and in the morning you're going surfing and Brendon and Sarah and Shane will laugh at you for being hungover."
*
Gabe/Nate/Victoria College AU
I had this idea for a college AU where Victoria's taking a photography class and needs a model. Someone suggests philosophy grad student Gabe. In the meantime, she and Nate are roommates. This would be the kind of story where Nate and Victoria have been dancing around each other until Gabe forces the issue, but I only ever wrote one scene.
Victoria slouches into the apartment. "Sorry I'm late," she offers.
"No problem," Gabe says, waving a controller at her. Nate has the other one. "We're getting in some quality Call of Duty time."
"Tough day?" Nate asks. Victoria slides into the space between him and the edge of the couch.
"Shitty."
"We don't have to do this today," Gabe says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. We can reschedule."
"Thanks." Victoria pokes at Gabe's leg with the toe of her shoe. "Want to stay? Nate's going to do something about dinner in a minute."
"I'm a vegan."
Victoria shrugs. "He was just going to order pizza anyway. We'll get one without cheese." Victoria nudges Nate. "Go do something about that." Nate rolls his eyes, but gets up. He hands the controller to Victoria.
"Watch out," he warns Gabe. "She'll kick your ass." Then he asks, "Are you edge or do you drink?"
"I'm a philosopher," Gabe says, "of course I drink."
Nate grins. "Beer?"
"Usually it's Russian vodka, but I'll take a beer."
Nate squeezes Victoria's shoulder and heads into the kitchen.
"I want lime," she calls after him.
"I know," he calls back.
Victoria doesn't notice how long he's been gone until he comes back with three beers and she realizes how far she and Gabe have played.
"Get lost in the fridge?"
Nate makes a face at her. "I put brownies in the oven. I think we still have half a can of frosting left too."
"Secretly," Victoria stage whispers to Gabe, "Nate wants to be his mother."
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Pete and Patrick Meet at Yoga
Some time ago, there was this prompt on
anon_lovefest about Pete and Patrick meeting in a yoga class. In my head, there is a lot of Pete making obvious and obnoxious come-ons and then some eventual dating, but I only ever wrote the scene where Patrick starts to change his mind about Pete.Patrick realizes when he's halfway to his car that he left his hoodie in the studio. He lets out a resigned sigh and turns back to get it.
He stops before he goes in, because Gabe and Victoria are still there. He can see them through the window, standing close together, smiling softly at each other, Victoria looking up and Gabe looking down like puzzle pieces that haven't yet been hooked together. They're not even doing anything, and yet it's so intimate that Patrick still feels like he's intruding on something deeply private. Their lips are just meeting as he turns away and nearly walks right into Pete.
Pete's looking past him, watching Gabe and Victoria, with a look on his face that Patrick can only describe as wistful.
"They're the real thing," he murmurs. "They'll be kissing like that when they're eighty and they have a world full of grandkids." Pete shifts his attention to Patrick and smiles at him a little sadly. "See you next week." And then he walks away without propositioning him.
Patrick watches him go with an uncomfortable twinge of warmth spreading through him.
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Mike/Bill, watermelon
inlovewithnight was having a bad day recently, so I wrote her a snippet based on this picture and her commentary thereon.
Bill wanders in from wherever he was and whatever he was doing and looms over Mike. "What are you doing?"
"Cutting up watermelon." Mike makes sure his tone includes the "duh" so he doesn't have to say it out loud.
Bill watches him for too long, then says, "You're doing it wrong."
Mike puts his hand with the knife on the counter and turns halfway so he's facing Bill. "Do you want to do it?"
"No."
"Then shut the fuck up about it."
Bill's fingers reach into the belly of the mostly cut up watermelon to pluck out a piece that's still clinging to the rind.
"Stop it," Mike says. "I don't want to cut you."
Bill licks his fingers and then leans in to brush his watermelon-sticky lips against Mike's. "You won't."
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Date: 2010-08-19 01:57 am (UTC)"I'm a philosopher," Gabe says, "of course I drink."
Ah ha ha ha, I love it.
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:45 pm (UTC)Thank you! (I'm kind of sad there was never any more of that story in my head. It would be so much fun to read!)
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-19 05:48 pm (UTC)The other Gabe the grad student story I really want is the one where he and Pete are rival political science grad students.
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:48 pm (UTC)Oh my GOD. Speaking as a former poli sci grad student, that would be AMAZING. ::starry-eyed::
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:50 pm (UTC)It would be amazing! I do not know anywhere enough about poli sci to write it.
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-19 05:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-22 05:02 am (UTC)I love that Ashlee can be the nurturer and the friend Spencer needs. ♥
I really love the dynamic you give Gabe/Nate/Victoria, I'd love to see more of how they fit together.
Patrick getting Wentzed is pretty hilarious. (Sometimes at work I see stuff from a town called Wentzville, I laugh every time it comes up.)
Those are some. Very nice pictures of Mike. I don't see serial killer in those at all! Obviously Bill doesn't either :)
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Date: 2010-08-24 02:44 am (UTC)I want all the Gabe/Nate/Victoria in the world! I don't know if anyone has written anything like a real story.
♥ I'm glad you enjoyed these!