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twentysomething) wrote2011-11-15 12:36 am
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WIPVEMBER: The One Where Everything Is Super Fucking Happy In The Coffeeshop Verse
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Dallon/Breezy, Jon/Ryan, Pete/Patrick (also a bonus terrible secret pairing reference like a where's waldo of my shame)
Length: 1150 wordsish.
Warnings: sugar death
Notes: So,pennyplainknits recorded LOVELY BEAUTIFUL PERFECT podfic for the Coffeeshop Verse, which you can and should find here. She also asked for some Pete in the coffeeshop verse in the last post so, see, sometimes I do deliver. This is for you, bro!
Amelie is sort of their unofficial mascot.
She takes this job very seriously, which mostly involves sitting in the window on Ryan's lap while he solemnly draws stars all over her cheeks with purple eyeliner- that Spencer doesn't want to think too closely about the origins or purpose of- and covering her in glitter that Spencer finds for days.
Dallon and Breezy have a date with their childless apartment and some sex that Spencer also doesn't want to think too closely about, which means that he and Brendon have Amelie for the night. To be fair, they owed him one, but they really hadn't thought anyone else was going to be coming in that morning. Dallon had balefully made them sanitize the kitchen counter twice and Brendon had apologized insincerely and Spencer had promised- again- that it was the last time.
It's the first time Amelie will be staying overnight with them, but luckily, he's married to the biggest collection of Disney movies this side of the Vault, so he's not anticipating any trouble.
Brendon is ecstatic.
"She has the tiniest princess pajamas, Spence," Brendon coos, rooting through her overnight bag. Spencer raises an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry they're not in your size," Spencer teases him and Brendon snorts, but Spencer fully expects to see some kind of charge from the Disney Store on their card in the near future.
"I'm well aware who is the beautiful princess in this relationship," Brendon bats his eyelashes and tugs on Spencer's overly long bangs.
"I'm getting a haircut," Spencer sighs, even as Brendon flings his arms around Spencer's neck.
"Oh, but baby, it's so pretty and shiny!" Brendon cries and Ryan stares at them disapprovingly, like they're harshing his fairy godmother zen.
"Sorry, mother," Brendon calls at Ryan, who just rolls his eyes and resumes covering Amelie in swirling lavender.
"We're going to have to give her a bath before we give her back," Spencer says fatalistically. "And tell Jon to come get Ryan before he goes to Sephora on the way home and spends their rent again."
Jon does indeed come to collect Ryan, because they're going to some sort of indie hell party where everyone drinks beers from Belgium and pretends like they've read Kafka. Spencer would rather eat live bees. In an unexpected bout of thoughtfulness, they buy the shop out of brownies as a hostess gift, which is probably good, because otherwise Spencer was probably going to eat three of them.
Ian gets tired of Brendon constantly causing traffic jams behind the counter when he continually stops to check in on Amelie and sends Bren to sit with her in the window and draw pictures in the fog from the cold. It's so picturesque Spencer's teeth hurt a little with it. He sort of wishes Jon was here, because it'd make a perfect picture- Brendon and Amelie, heads bent together, her fuzzy curls against Brendon's dark hair.
Spencer wonders when he became so sentimental and he realizes his thumb is absently twisting his wedding ring around. The comfort of the warm metal band around his finger reminds him it's Brendon's fault.
The shop is quiet, only a lone grad student with an increasingly stained mug typing away in the big chair. Spencer's wondering if maybe they shouldn't close early. There's no point to being your own boss if you can't fuck off and watch Disney movies with a four year old and a grown man with the soul of a four year old, anyway.
"Hey, can I duck out a little early? I wanna get home before Chris does," Ian asks and Spencer takes it as a sign.
"Yeah, I think we're gonna close up early, it's dead in here," Spencer says. He evicts Shauna with the promise of free coffee the next time she comes in, which is a pang in the wallet, even if the grin Brendon shoots him as they start closing up makes Spencer feel stupidly great. She'll probably drink them out of inventory tomorrow, but she heads out with a muffled "Have a good night, guys!" from under two scarves. Spencer sometimes wonders what he did to be surrounded by people who don't think scarves should be worn one at a time.
When they're done, Amelie is anxious to get to the promised princess movies and mac n' cheese and Ian is already out the door, his "byeseeyoutomorrow" nearly unintelligible as he heads out and toward the subway.
"Ah, to be young and in love," Spencer snorts.
"Ah, to be old and still in love," Brendon whispers in his ear and Spencer can't help but grin.
~~~
The Dallon who picks up his still-glitter-covered-despite-their-best-efforts daughter from their apartment is languid in a way Spencer does not want to examine.
"You need me to stick around?" he asks, Amelie situated on his shoulders. If he doesn't duck on his way out, he'll hit her head on the door frame. He's so goddamn tall.
"Nah," Brendon says. "It's actually pretty nice out today, take this pretty lady for a stroll." Amelie giggles, like most children when faced with Brendon.
After they leave, there's roughly five seconds of peace until Pete comes in.
Spencer sighs and tries to pretend like he's really focused on the Times sudoku.
"Brendon. My man," Pete says, unhygenically sitting on their counter. "You know Patrick. What do I get him for Christmas, c'mon."
"It's November, this is a no Christmas zone until the 26th, and then, if at all, hold it in until the 1st. Unless it's an emergency." Brendon says sternly. "Also, we are men. We are not allowed to buy gifts over a month in advance." Pete rolls his eyes.
"No, c'mooooon," Pete whines. "I can't suck at Christmas this year. Every year, I buy him something nice and he buys me something awesome and perfect, c'mon, Bren, I want to win Christmas this year." Spencer bites his tongue.
Brendon points at the homemade sign over the till that says NO CHRISTMAS UNTIL AFTER THANKSGIVING, written in scratchy, drying-out red sharpie. Pete looks at Spencer speculatively.
"Don't even think about asking me," Spencer says, filling in an 8, mostly for verisimilitude.
"What would Patrick want, Spence?" Pete pushes. Spencer tries not to say "I don't know, ask him out on a fucking date?"
But it sort of slips out anyway.
Pete blinks at Spencer for a solid minute and walks out without saying anything.
"Too much?" Spencer finally asks Brendon. Brendon shrugs.
"Someone had to say something," Brendon says. "Shit was getting old, bro." They air fist bump.
~~~
Next week, Pete comes in with his hand firmly in Patrick's. They both look disgustingly happy.
"Early Christmas present," Pete grins and pecks Patrick on the mouth. Patrick rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears are bright red.
"No Christmas!" Brendon says, pointing at his sign, but he's grinning so widely his cheeks have to hurt.
Spencer thinks he and Pete are sort of even now.
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Dallon/Breezy, Jon/Ryan, Pete/Patrick (also a bonus terrible secret pairing reference like a where's waldo of my shame)
Length: 1150 wordsish.
Warnings: sugar death
Notes: So,
pennyplainknits recorded LOVELY BEAUTIFUL PERFECT podfic for the Coffeeshop Verse, which you can and should find here. She also asked for some Pete in the coffeeshop verse in the last post so, see, sometimes I do deliver. This is for you, bro!Amelie is sort of their unofficial mascot.
She takes this job very seriously, which mostly involves sitting in the window on Ryan's lap while he solemnly draws stars all over her cheeks with purple eyeliner- that Spencer doesn't want to think too closely about the origins or purpose of- and covering her in glitter that Spencer finds for days.
Dallon and Breezy have a date with their childless apartment and some sex that Spencer also doesn't want to think too closely about, which means that he and Brendon have Amelie for the night. To be fair, they owed him one, but they really hadn't thought anyone else was going to be coming in that morning. Dallon had balefully made them sanitize the kitchen counter twice and Brendon had apologized insincerely and Spencer had promised- again- that it was the last time.
It's the first time Amelie will be staying overnight with them, but luckily, he's married to the biggest collection of Disney movies this side of the Vault, so he's not anticipating any trouble.
Brendon is ecstatic.
"She has the tiniest princess pajamas, Spence," Brendon coos, rooting through her overnight bag. Spencer raises an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry they're not in your size," Spencer teases him and Brendon snorts, but Spencer fully expects to see some kind of charge from the Disney Store on their card in the near future.
"I'm well aware who is the beautiful princess in this relationship," Brendon bats his eyelashes and tugs on Spencer's overly long bangs.
"I'm getting a haircut," Spencer sighs, even as Brendon flings his arms around Spencer's neck.
"Oh, but baby, it's so pretty and shiny!" Brendon cries and Ryan stares at them disapprovingly, like they're harshing his fairy godmother zen.
"Sorry, mother," Brendon calls at Ryan, who just rolls his eyes and resumes covering Amelie in swirling lavender.
"We're going to have to give her a bath before we give her back," Spencer says fatalistically. "And tell Jon to come get Ryan before he goes to Sephora on the way home and spends their rent again."
Jon does indeed come to collect Ryan, because they're going to some sort of indie hell party where everyone drinks beers from Belgium and pretends like they've read Kafka. Spencer would rather eat live bees. In an unexpected bout of thoughtfulness, they buy the shop out of brownies as a hostess gift, which is probably good, because otherwise Spencer was probably going to eat three of them.
Ian gets tired of Brendon constantly causing traffic jams behind the counter when he continually stops to check in on Amelie and sends Bren to sit with her in the window and draw pictures in the fog from the cold. It's so picturesque Spencer's teeth hurt a little with it. He sort of wishes Jon was here, because it'd make a perfect picture- Brendon and Amelie, heads bent together, her fuzzy curls against Brendon's dark hair.
Spencer wonders when he became so sentimental and he realizes his thumb is absently twisting his wedding ring around. The comfort of the warm metal band around his finger reminds him it's Brendon's fault.
The shop is quiet, only a lone grad student with an increasingly stained mug typing away in the big chair. Spencer's wondering if maybe they shouldn't close early. There's no point to being your own boss if you can't fuck off and watch Disney movies with a four year old and a grown man with the soul of a four year old, anyway.
"Hey, can I duck out a little early? I wanna get home before Chris does," Ian asks and Spencer takes it as a sign.
"Yeah, I think we're gonna close up early, it's dead in here," Spencer says. He evicts Shauna with the promise of free coffee the next time she comes in, which is a pang in the wallet, even if the grin Brendon shoots him as they start closing up makes Spencer feel stupidly great. She'll probably drink them out of inventory tomorrow, but she heads out with a muffled "Have a good night, guys!" from under two scarves. Spencer sometimes wonders what he did to be surrounded by people who don't think scarves should be worn one at a time.
When they're done, Amelie is anxious to get to the promised princess movies and mac n' cheese and Ian is already out the door, his "byeseeyoutomorrow" nearly unintelligible as he heads out and toward the subway.
"Ah, to be young and in love," Spencer snorts.
"Ah, to be old and still in love," Brendon whispers in his ear and Spencer can't help but grin.
The Dallon who picks up his still-glitter-covered-despite-their-best-efforts daughter from their apartment is languid in a way Spencer does not want to examine.
"You need me to stick around?" he asks, Amelie situated on his shoulders. If he doesn't duck on his way out, he'll hit her head on the door frame. He's so goddamn tall.
"Nah," Brendon says. "It's actually pretty nice out today, take this pretty lady for a stroll." Amelie giggles, like most children when faced with Brendon.
After they leave, there's roughly five seconds of peace until Pete comes in.
Spencer sighs and tries to pretend like he's really focused on the Times sudoku.
"Brendon. My man," Pete says, unhygenically sitting on their counter. "You know Patrick. What do I get him for Christmas, c'mon."
"It's November, this is a no Christmas zone until the 26th, and then, if at all, hold it in until the 1st. Unless it's an emergency." Brendon says sternly. "Also, we are men. We are not allowed to buy gifts over a month in advance." Pete rolls his eyes.
"No, c'mooooon," Pete whines. "I can't suck at Christmas this year. Every year, I buy him something nice and he buys me something awesome and perfect, c'mon, Bren, I want to win Christmas this year." Spencer bites his tongue.
Brendon points at the homemade sign over the till that says NO CHRISTMAS UNTIL AFTER THANKSGIVING, written in scratchy, drying-out red sharpie. Pete looks at Spencer speculatively.
"Don't even think about asking me," Spencer says, filling in an 8, mostly for verisimilitude.
"What would Patrick want, Spence?" Pete pushes. Spencer tries not to say "I don't know, ask him out on a fucking date?"
But it sort of slips out anyway.
Pete blinks at Spencer for a solid minute and walks out without saying anything.
"Too much?" Spencer finally asks Brendon. Brendon shrugs.
"Someone had to say something," Brendon says. "Shit was getting old, bro." They air fist bump.
Next week, Pete comes in with his hand firmly in Patrick's. They both look disgustingly happy.
"Early Christmas present," Pete grins and pecks Patrick on the mouth. Patrick rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears are bright red.
"No Christmas!" Brendon says, pointing at his sign, but he's grinning so widely his cheeks have to hurt.
Spencer thinks he and Pete are sort of even now.
OMG THANKS BRO!
And heeee I see you Chris Colfer <33
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Honestly, I love this Spencer and Brendon so much. They are just so happy and contented. And they have awesome friends. And good coffee. And too many scarves. And dinner parties. And an adorable kidlet. And a Pete :-D That was an awesome ending, btw :-)
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