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irisgirl12000 is awesome, right? Well, if you didn't know, now you do. irisgirl12000 = AWESOME!!
So, there's this whole little 'verse we've created about werewolf!Empires (and werewolf!panic puppies!) and it mostly exists between us andshutyourface and reallythateasy and maybe whoever else irisgirl12000 texts fic to during the day, but last week she wrote me a snippet out of that verse that yall should totally read.
Also, Friday wasshutyourface's birthday. I know there was a lot of Spencer Smith love going on around this corner of fandom that day since it's common knowledge that shutyourface has a little thing for Spencer. But some of us also wrote her fic!
I'm gonna linkirisgirl12000's first, b/c she is made of win and this totally made my weekend.
A Thousand Words
Brendon/Spencer, Shane || adult || 1565 words
"No copies. You get the memory card, you decide what happens to any and all photos."
Shane packed up his bedroom and most his photography equipment when he moved from his and Brendon's place to the new apartment with Regan, but there are things he's missing. He's still got his key to the old place, so it's nothing to stop by one afternoon and pick up the Canon Rebel he uses for casual photography and the extra Wii remote (that is his no matter how much Brendon protests that it was purchased jointly; the fucker can afford to buy his own, especially now that he's got Spencer sharing housing expenses).
And I also wrote something forshutyourface, b/c I LOVE HER!
Untitled || Brendon/Spencer || 723 words
Spencer knew Brendon was avoiding him, and he was debating whether or not to track him down and force the issue. He could always say he was coming to claim his celebratory kiss. Seriously, an increasingly inebriated Brendon had been bestowing increasingly enthusiastic kisses on various members of the party. No band member, tech, or merch guy was safe, except apparently Spencer. Spencer couldn’t complain too much, though, because he was sitting on top of a picnic table with Andy and Travis – Travis fucking Barker, seriously, he still couldn’t believe it!
Spencer loved the first night of tour. The familiarity of tour and all that entails, plus the prospect of new friends, new fans, new cities. A tour bus that didn’t smell like sweaty boys and weed. Not yet, anyway. Of course, there was more “new” to this tour than Spencer was used to, and he was trying hard to pretend he wasn’t nervous as fuck about doing this without Ryan. That was the main reason he had “accidentally” left his cell phone in his bunk. The guilt over avoiding his mother’s calls wasn’t as bad as her bringing up all the things he was trying to avoid thinking about.
He knew Brendon was just as worried as he was, but it was going to be okay. Even in his head, that sounded more confident than he actually felt. Pete kept saying it, with a conviction that made Spencer think he’d do whatever it took to make that the truth, but Spencer never had the blind faith in Pete that Brendon (and Ryan) once had.
The new incarnation of Panic! at the Disco had been practicing for a while, and even though it was a different sound, they weren’t bad. Ian was Ian, and thus not a stranger, and Dallon had been staying with them. They weren’t the same, obviously, but things were good between them. The run-through of their set had been great. Spencer thought he should probably carry some of his assurances and force them on Brendon, but he had lost sight of him somewhere in the crowd. He excused himself from the drummer section of the party and started working his way through the crowd.
A laughing, shirtless Brendon appeared in front of him, throwing his arms out to the sides in an invitation for a hug. “Spencer James Smith!”
Ian appeared behind him, grinning and holding out a bit of balled up fabric that Spencer assumed was Brendon’s shirt. Which was actually one of Spencer’s, so he was grateful Ian had picked it up. “Hey, Spencer. I think your boy forgot which of his bandmates he’s supposed to have naked funtimes with.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. The stripping was pretty much par for the course, but when Brendon starting using terms like “naked funtimes,” it was time to cut him off. He reached towards Brendon and Brendon wrapped him up in a huge hug.
“He’s lying, Spence. You know my naked funtimes belong only to you.”
Oh Lord. Where was Zack when Spencer needed him? Spencer looked around as he patted Brendon’s back. Brendon’s sticky back. Spencer wasn’t sure what that was – he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know – but Brendon should have remembered that showers and tours didn’t exactly go together, so getting sticky the first night? Not smart.
“Hey, Spencer?” Brendon whispered, holding tighter to Spencer. “We’re okay, right? This tour is gonna be good?”
Spencer closed his eyes and tried to sound like he believed it when he answered, “We are awesome and this tour is going to be incredible.”
A flash of light interrupted the moment and Spencer opened his eyes to find Shane lowering his camera, smirking at them. Spencer flipped him off and pulled away from Brendon, intending to lead him back to their tour bus and put him to bed. He ran into a familiar body and looked to see Zack standing behind them in a tshirt that said TEAM ZACK.
“Zack!” Brendon practically jumped away from Spencer. “Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite?”
“You want a piggy back ride to the bus, spider monkey?”
“Don’t call me spider monkey,” Brendon protested, already scrambling up onto Zack’s back. Spencer shook his head as he they walked off. At least he knew this tour was going to be interesting.
irisgirl12000 is awesome, right? Well, if you didn't know, now you do. irisgirl12000 = AWESOME!! So, there's this whole little 'verse we've created about werewolf!Empires (and werewolf!panic puppies!) and it mostly exists between us and
shutyourface and reallythateasy and maybe whoever else irisgirl12000 texts fic to during the day, but last week she wrote me a snippet out of that verse that yall should totally read. Also, Friday was
shutyourface's birthday. I know there was a lot of Spencer Smith love going on around this corner of fandom that day since it's common knowledge that shutyourface has a little thing for Spencer. But some of us also wrote her fic! I'm gonna link
irisgirl12000's first, b/c she is made of win and this totally made my weekend. A Thousand Words
Brendon/Spencer, Shane || adult || 1565 words
"No copies. You get the memory card, you decide what happens to any and all photos."
Shane packed up his bedroom and most his photography equipment when he moved from his and Brendon's place to the new apartment with Regan, but there are things he's missing. He's still got his key to the old place, so it's nothing to stop by one afternoon and pick up the Canon Rebel he uses for casual photography and the extra Wii remote (that is his no matter how much Brendon protests that it was purchased jointly; the fucker can afford to buy his own, especially now that he's got Spencer sharing housing expenses).
And I also wrote something for
shutyourface, b/c I LOVE HER! Untitled || Brendon/Spencer || 723 words
Spencer knew Brendon was avoiding him, and he was debating whether or not to track him down and force the issue. He could always say he was coming to claim his celebratory kiss. Seriously, an increasingly inebriated Brendon had been bestowing increasingly enthusiastic kisses on various members of the party. No band member, tech, or merch guy was safe, except apparently Spencer. Spencer couldn’t complain too much, though, because he was sitting on top of a picnic table with Andy and Travis – Travis fucking Barker, seriously, he still couldn’t believe it!
Spencer loved the first night of tour. The familiarity of tour and all that entails, plus the prospect of new friends, new fans, new cities. A tour bus that didn’t smell like sweaty boys and weed. Not yet, anyway. Of course, there was more “new” to this tour than Spencer was used to, and he was trying hard to pretend he wasn’t nervous as fuck about doing this without Ryan. That was the main reason he had “accidentally” left his cell phone in his bunk. The guilt over avoiding his mother’s calls wasn’t as bad as her bringing up all the things he was trying to avoid thinking about.
He knew Brendon was just as worried as he was, but it was going to be okay. Even in his head, that sounded more confident than he actually felt. Pete kept saying it, with a conviction that made Spencer think he’d do whatever it took to make that the truth, but Spencer never had the blind faith in Pete that Brendon (and Ryan) once had.
The new incarnation of Panic! at the Disco had been practicing for a while, and even though it was a different sound, they weren’t bad. Ian was Ian, and thus not a stranger, and Dallon had been staying with them. They weren’t the same, obviously, but things were good between them. The run-through of their set had been great. Spencer thought he should probably carry some of his assurances and force them on Brendon, but he had lost sight of him somewhere in the crowd. He excused himself from the drummer section of the party and started working his way through the crowd.
A laughing, shirtless Brendon appeared in front of him, throwing his arms out to the sides in an invitation for a hug. “Spencer James Smith!”
Ian appeared behind him, grinning and holding out a bit of balled up fabric that Spencer assumed was Brendon’s shirt. Which was actually one of Spencer’s, so he was grateful Ian had picked it up. “Hey, Spencer. I think your boy forgot which of his bandmates he’s supposed to have naked funtimes with.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. The stripping was pretty much par for the course, but when Brendon starting using terms like “naked funtimes,” it was time to cut him off. He reached towards Brendon and Brendon wrapped him up in a huge hug.
“He’s lying, Spence. You know my naked funtimes belong only to you.”
Oh Lord. Where was Zack when Spencer needed him? Spencer looked around as he patted Brendon’s back. Brendon’s sticky back. Spencer wasn’t sure what that was – he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know – but Brendon should have remembered that showers and tours didn’t exactly go together, so getting sticky the first night? Not smart.
“Hey, Spencer?” Brendon whispered, holding tighter to Spencer. “We’re okay, right? This tour is gonna be good?”
Spencer closed his eyes and tried to sound like he believed it when he answered, “We are awesome and this tour is going to be incredible.”
A flash of light interrupted the moment and Spencer opened his eyes to find Shane lowering his camera, smirking at them. Spencer flipped him off and pulled away from Brendon, intending to lead him back to their tour bus and put him to bed. He ran into a familiar body and looked to see Zack standing behind them in a tshirt that said TEAM ZACK.
“Zack!” Brendon practically jumped away from Spencer. “Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite?”
“You want a piggy back ride to the bus, spider monkey?”
“Don’t call me spider monkey,” Brendon protested, already scrambling up onto Zack’s back. Spencer shook his head as he they walked off. At least he knew this tour was going to be interesting.
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:16 am (UTC)UGH. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY. CAN I JUST CARRY YOU AND HEATHER AROUND IN MY POCKET ALL DAY?
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:19 am (UTC)ELEVEN DAYS! I GET TO SEE THEM IN ELEVEN DAYS!!
Carrying your phone in your pocket and having us text you fic is the next best thing to having us in your pocket, right? Plus, you don't have to feed your phone. :)
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:25 am (UTC)Lol as I was posting that I started thinking about my phone and how much it goes off at work and how much of that is you and Heather. I love it!
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:34 am (UTC)haha, wait until I get my new phone! I have to wait until Wednesday, boo! But I've totally got to make up for lost time when I can text again! (also, Heather seriously filled up my inbox on my phone on Friday, b/c my phone holds a ridiculously small number of messages. it was awesome.)
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:36 am (UTC)Wednesday is also the day after Panic's first Blink show so that's good timing. Will you have internet on your phone?
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:48 am (UTC)I will have internet on my phone!!!! I am so so happy about that, you don't even know, lol.
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:22 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:35 am (UTC)Idk why I just told you all that.
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Date: 2009-08-03 12:47 am (UTC)The spider monkey reference is actually I think from the movie? I don't remember. I did have to go see the movie with the teenagers b/c they needed an adult to take them to the midnight show. It was horrible.
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