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skoosiepantsWow! There is SO MUCH FIC tonight, I'm sort of in a state of complete bliss. And like you need more to read, right? Only three out of the bajillion you guys asked for, but I'm not done! I'm still plugging away!
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fic_kitty. This is set in the Never Was A Badger So universe, only with Neville. Excuse the pointless lameness of this one.
forpearl_o! Mikey! Lap naps! I don't know! I kind of amused myself a lot with this one :)
forgoodgolly_miss. Bob/Frank. This probably doesn't count? Maybe?
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fic_kitty. This is set in the Never Was A Badger So universe, only with Neville. Excuse the pointless lameness of this one.Brendon thinks Neville is the cutest thing since puppies were invented. “Neville just—”
“Should have been a loser Hufflepuff,” Ryan says without looking up from his scroll. “And he’s slightly buck-toothed. Also, he kind of stutters.”
“Neville’s precious,” Brendon says, crossing his arms over his chest and sinking lower in his library chair. “And hey, I’m a Hufflepuff.”
“I make you cooler by association.”
Brendon snorts, because Ryan totally doesn’t make him cool. Ryan wears his gloves and scarf indoors. Ryan once made out with Gabe. Spencer maybe makes him cool, though, because Spencer is blindingly hot. And Spencer loves him.
“Spencer loves me.”
“Not after he learns about your inappropriate and bizarre crush on Longbottom.”
“Who has a what now?” Pete asks, draping himself all over Ryan’s shoulders, and Brendon seriously likes Pete, but he’s taking this make-Patrick-jealous stuff a little too far. Pete kisses Ryan’s temple and says, “Hi, sweet pea.”
Patrick, standing behind Pete, looks like he maybe wants to punch Ryan in the head. He’s got his cloak on, though, and a black and yellow knit cap, and Brendon says, “Oh, hey, are you guys going outside?”
“It’s snowing!” Pete crows, and Brendon is on his feet in an instant, because Hogwarts snow fights are legendary.
“Brendon has a crush on Longbottom,” Ryan says.
Pete laughs. “Oh, hey, I have a crush on Longbottom.”
Patrick shakes his head. “You just like saying Longbottom, Pete.”
“Longbottom,” Pete stresses.
“Um.”
“Neville,” Brendon exclaims, hands out, because there’s Neville, bowl-cut neatly trimmed at a Gran-approved length, just like Brendon’d conjured him with the power of his amazing mind. “Want to play in the snow with us?”
“Spencer’s going to kill you,” Ryan mutters. Brendon shoots him a pout, and Ryan smirks.
Neville bites his lower lip, tangles his fingers in the front of his robes. “Oh, I don’t, I mean.” His eyes get huge.
“You should totally come with us, Longbottom,” Pete says, kind of evilly without being actually evil, just Pete.
Brendon bounces up close and curls an arm around Neville’s shoulders. “Pete’ll maybe only tackle you once. Five times max,” Brendon amends, ‘cause Pete’s a champion tackler, but he usually expends most of his energy on Patrick and Ryan.
“Well, if you’re sure.” Neville smiles. Sideways and nervy, like he expects Brendon to say he isn’t sure.
“Totally, dude, it’ll be awesome.”
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pearl_o! Mikey! Lap naps! I don't know! I kind of amused myself a lot with this one :)Mikey is sort of this spindly awkward mass of hotness, and Brendon totally has a plan, okay? It’s a good plan, one of his very best, no matter what Spencer says – Spencer’s always harshing on his groove, seriously - and Brendon’s totally a master at seduction.
He pulls out all his tricks; puppy eyes, bouncy hugs, lap naps! – lap naps, seriously, and those are, like, total indicators of the sexin’, except with Ryan and Spencer, eww, and lap naps would totally be sexy with Jon, but Jon’s got, like, this rule, so Brendon’s lap naps with Jon are also strictly, sadly platonic, but otherwise. Otherwise, lap naps totally mean stick your hands down my pants and marry me forever, everyone knows this. Pete even glares at him. Pete gets it, but Mikey just sort of cocks his head and smiles this little bemused smile.
So the plan – the awesome plan, shut up, Spencer – does not seem to be working quite as well as Brendon would like. He’s pretty sure it’s Pete’s fault. Pete’s totally monopolizing all Mikey’s free time, and he doesn’t even want into Mikey’s pants, and, honestly, there’s something deeply wrong with that.
Brendon goes to Plan B.
Plan B involves a higher risk of rejection and hurt, but Mikey lets him sleep on his lap. Like, all the time, so Mikey is not averse to Brendon’s boy-parts being in close proximity to his own, so Brendon’s betting on Mikey’s complete obliviousness, and not his, like, firm disinterest in Brendon as a possible boyfriend, bedmate, handjob giver, denizen of naked land, wherein Mikey is naked and the land is Mikey’s bunk.
“I am not sleepy, Mikeyway,” Brendon says. This is a huge part of Plan B. He crawls into Mikey’s lap and drapes himself just so, and Mikey blinks down at him, sticky.
“Okay,” Mikey says.
“Okay.” Brendon nods, yawns, because the not sleepy part is totally a lie. It’s, like, freaking three in the morning and he’d sang his little heart out on stage earlier and all the performance adrenalin is steadily seeping out of him. He can barely keep his eyes open.
However, Plan B involves some proper open-eyed groping. Some declarations of intent, so Mikey doesn’t think he’s, like, looking for the remote between his thighs.
Mikey brings his hands up, pets Brendon’s back, and that’s nice, oh so nice.
Brendon hums, squirms closer, hooks his chin over Mikey’s shoulder. He noses Mikey’s neck, and Mikey smells pretty horrible, and Brendon doesn’t think he showered after their show earlier, but that’s okay.
Brendon yawns again. Mikey’s hands are under his shirt.
“Mikey, Mikeyway,” Brendon says, “lap naps mean I love you,” which, you know, isn’t exactly in the script, but whatever. It’s direct and to the point.
Mikey laughs. It’s not an uncomfortable laugh, either, like Brendon’s heard when Ryan starts tossing words like pastiche and solipsism and hobo around, or when Bill gets drunk and handsy and also, apparently, Welsh. So that’s good.
“That’s good to know,” Mikey says, and okay. Okay, Brendon is the best planner of plans ever. Spencer can kiss his ass.
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goodgolly_miss. Bob/Frank. This probably doesn't count? Maybe?“Frank, what are you—ow, fuck, stop it,” Bob hissed, elbowing Frank in the gut to get him the fuck off his lap, seriously, he was clinging to him like a monkey. A monkey who had come dangerously close to kneeing him in the balls.
“Hey, settle, hey, Bob, I’m—” Frank cut off, giggling, falling forward onto Bob’s chest, and Bob tangled his hand in Frank’s hair and yanked his head back.
“You are really fucking high,” Bob said. Frank’s pupils were totally blown and he had his hands on Bob’s thighs, and he was stoned out of his mind, that was so evident.
“Wait, but,” Frank squirmed around, moved his hands up to clutch at Bob’s sides, fingers opening and closing on the fabric of his t-shirt. “Bob.”
“Frank.”
“Bob.” Frank’s mouth curled up nice and slow.
Bob leaned back on the sagging couch, away from him, but he relaxed his hold on Frank’s hair, and that totally let Frank fucking slump down into his lap. “Frank.”
“Bob.” Frank licked his lips, nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Bob narrowed his eyes. “Frank.”
“Hey, so, I think you’ve established that he’s Frank and that you’re Bob,” Ray said from beside them, and then he punched Bob in the shoulder, got up and left.
Frank waggled his eyebrows. “Alone at last.”
“Yeah.” Bob wasn’t entirely certain where that whole thing was going, but Frank pressed his hands onto his cheeks, calloused fingers playing along the crests, and then he squished his face between his palms and said, “Fishie, fishie,” and Bob fisted a hand in his shirt when Frank tried to make a break for it, tackling him down onto the floor.
Frank was laughing a little hysterically, high-pitched, really annoying giggles. Bob shut him up with his mouth.
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Date: 2007-11-01 02:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-01 02:18 am (UTC)me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am practically crying from how perfect this is. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 02:20 am (UTC)Also FRANK! Why so crazy awesome?
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Date: 2007-11-01 02:26 am (UTC)My life is complete. :D
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Date: 2007-11-01 02:27 am (UTC)Okay, so the Brendon/Mikey one was ridiculously cute. And high!Frank!! *flails a little*
*draws hearts all over you*
Best ever.
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Date: 2007-11-01 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 02:38 am (UTC)You...guhhh. My brain has melted at the sheer awesomeness of this. NOT ONLY did you acknowledge my silly little prompt, but you made it AWESOME.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THE EXCESSIVE CAPS LOCK ABUSE BUT MY BRAIN HAS MELTED. AS I STATED EARLIER.
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Date: 2007-11-01 03:05 am (UTC)There needs to be more fic with Pete tackling Patrick. Or just tackling in general. *hee*
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Date: 2007-11-01 05:01 pm (UTC)There needs to be more fic with Pete tackling Patrick. Or just tackling in general. *agrees* tackling is fun!
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Date: 2007-11-01 07:25 am (UTC)Also, these were freaking awesome. Just so you know
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Date: 2007-11-01 05:05 pm (UTC)Thank you!!!
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Date: 2007-11-01 09:02 am (UTC)OKAY.
I lovelovelove your bandom HP so much that it makes me cry.
AND THEN YOU GIVE ME BRENDON/MIKEY.
Brendon’s betting on Mikey’s complete obliviousness, and not his, like, firm disinterest in Brendon as a possible boyfriend, bedmate, handjob giver, denizen of naked land, wherein Mikey is naked and the land is Mikey’s bunk.
oh my fuck, this is the most awesome thing I have ever read. Ever. In the history of the WORLD, nothing better than that has ever been written.
Bob shut him up with his mouth.
OH EXCEPT THAT.
Awesome. Pants, made of awesome, worn by someone awesome eating awesome fries. THAT'S HOW AWESOME.
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Date: 2007-11-01 05:06 pm (UTC)LAP NAPS
Date: 2007-11-01 10:13 am (UTC)HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH BEST LINE EVAH XD
Plus Frank and Fishie, Fishie had me nearly falling off my chair.
Brendon thinking Neville is awesome is so right
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Date: 2007-11-01 05:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 01:32 pm (UTC)I burst into highly innappropriate laughter when I read this at work.
Awesome!
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Date: 2007-11-01 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-01 02:08 pm (UTC)And Brendon and his lap naps. The terrible killing power of the cute. Also, bemused is not an easy mood to get and you totally did.
And super high, silly Frank. Poor Bob, being driven so mad that he's forced to kiss the giggling hottie.
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Date: 2007-11-06 06:37 pm (UTC)AHAHAHAHAHA.
also: i looooooooove bob/frank.
that is all.
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Date: 2007-11-07 03:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-28 07:24 am (UTC)OMG.
How did I not KNOW that you wrote a fic where Brendon befriends Neville?
HOW?
This is AMAZING.
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Date: 2007-11-28 05:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-01 10:15 pm (UTC)Pete laughs. “Oh, hey, I have a crush on Longbottom.”
Patrick shakes his head. “You just like saying Longbottom, Pete.”
“Longbottom,” Pete stresses.
So reminiscient of my FAVORITE OC moment EVAR (yogalatese!) and just.
This was so adorable and perfect and made of win. I love Neville. So much. Oh. And your Brendon.
so Brendon’s betting on Mikey’s complete obliviousness, and not his, like, firm disinterest in Brendon as a possible boyfriend, bedmate, handjob giver, denizen of naked land, wherein Mikey is naked and the land is Mikey’s bunk.
I am seriously so glad I'm alone. Because the laughter that ensued after this was monstrous. MONSTROUS.
or when Bill gets drunk and handsy and also, apparently, Welsh. So that’s good.
If I ever have the opportunity to hang out with Bill while he's drunk and he does not become Welsh, I'm going to be thoroughly disappointed.
Again, made of amazing. All of these were actually made of amazing. Brendon can seduce Mikeyway! Frank and Bob have established their names are Frank and Bob!
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Date: 2008-01-02 06:05 pm (UTC)WHOooooooo!
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Date: 2008-02-03 07:29 pm (UTC)Frank pressed his hands onto his cheeks, calloused fingers playing along the crests, and then he squished his face between his palms and said, “Fishie, fishie,”
I had a friend who used to do that all the time after we got oxygen-high while snorkelling on a holiday island in north Queensland and spent all our time in the water chasing teensy tropical fish, so this is highly amusing to me!!!
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