mcr!Spencer au is KICKING MY ASS

[skoosiepants]

Seriously, my mcr!Spencer AU is driving me crazy. It's nearly 17000 words and I still have to write in Frank's Epic Trip To See Spencer. I'll post another snippet, but I have the worst feeling like this is going to end up like one of those movies, you know the ones, where the only mildly amusing stuff that goes on is in the trailers, and then you see the whole flick and you're like what the fuck? Yeah, so, whatever, you knew this was a badfic premise going in :)

“Seriously, there better be some fucking awesome Vegas Halloween shenanigans going on,” Frank says.

“Seeing me isn’t enough of a birthday present?”

“No way, man. I’m totally getting a giant Elvis head on my arm or, like, Wayne Newton, lord of the snow monkeys.”

Spencer is sixty-seven percent sure Frank is joking. “Right.”

“I’ll talk your baby boyfriend into coming with, dude, pop his tattoo cherry, it’ll be awesome.” Frank is such an asshole. Spencer can’t wait to see him.

“Frank—”

“Your posse, motherfucker, your Vegas crew. I’m finally gonna meet Hot-Ass Jon and Creepy Ryan, dude, dude, tell me you weren’t lying about the scarves, right, because that shit is fucking hilarious.”

Spencer gets the slightest and strangest protective urge towards Ryan at Frank’s words, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He laughs instead, says, “I’m hanging up, you shit. Tell Mikes to lay off the Paint Shop Pro,” because there are only so many pony pics Spencer needs with Gerard’s head pasted onto them.

“You tell him,” Frank says. “That mounted mare one is going up on my wall, dude, fucking framed.”

Spencer shakes his head and says, “Asswipe, seriously,” and Frank says, “You love me,” and makes some kissy noises before hanging up.