BioRhythm | PG-13 | PATD gen | by [livejournal.com profile] maple_mahogany

Jan. 2nd, 2009 10:50 am
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Title: BioRhythm
Pairing: Panic at the Disco - Spencer Smith gen
Word Count: 2,890
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I really do know the difference between real life and fiction. This is the latter.
A/N and Summary:Tremendous beta thanks to [livejournal.com profile] queenb23more, [livejournal.com profile] redandglenda and to [livejournal.com profile] mrsquizzical for making me. It's always her fault. ♥

I'd like to clarify that I believe that Spencer Smith is largely comprised of rainbows and awesome. During RBL some wanted to explore the idea that life on tour is harder on Spencer than the rest of them. Here is my offering, which contains a lamentable lack of slashy porn. *runs away from the internet*


BioRhythm

/\

He realizes that he is offbeat early in the tour. This tour, which had been preceded by a short 'working break', which had been preceded by a world tour, which had…

/\

As they walk off stage, somewhere between the high fives and Brendon stripping, Spencer catches Ryan's smirk.

"What?" he asks, sensing the Rhythm in the back of his head falter as the adrenaline ebbs.

"What." Ryan repeats as they walk. It shouldn't mean anything, but something in the mocking tone and the way he bugs his little eyes grates on Spencer's nerves.

"Seriously. What?"

"Were we slowing you down out there, buddy?" Jon said, shuffling along next to him, unbuttoning his shirt with an easy smile.

"What are you talking about?" Spencer shoves at Jon, who trips into Brendon, and they both rebound back at him.

"Dude, no! I like Northern Downpour as an up-tempo ragtime number." Brendon wipes his face with his t-shirt. "We should definitely do that again!"

"Oh, blow me, you guys. It wasn't like that."

They laugh it off easily enough, already accepting beers and high fives from Cash and Johnson. The entirety of The Cab being underage and passing out beer means nothing in this life, he knows well, so long as they give the venue people plausible deniability. He drinks deep, hearing the fluctuating Rhythm in his head begin to even out and wills himself to forget that he lost it for a moment.

/\

He can't forget, though, because it happens again in the next city. Right off the bat he misses the pickup between We're So Starving and Nine in the Afternoon. Avery repeats the introduction on keys and Brendon goes along with it perfectly but Jon and Ryan don't skip the opportunity to meander upstage and smile at him.

And that's the thing. They smile. They fucking smile. Every time it happens.

"Whenever you wanna join in, Spence."

Each day begins too early, too bright, and ends too late, too dark. Life is forever moving just when he settles into where he is.

He watches as if it's happening on YouTube and not right in front of him when an interviewer starts digging at Brendon with the Mormon thing, again. Ryan sacrifices himself instead, giving away something personal that he'll regret later. Then he hears Jon do his best to intercede with his own special brand of funny.

Spencer keeps trying to say something but when he figures out what needs to be said, the moment is over.

/\


What is worse than not realizing he has fucked up, is that when he does: they don't mention it.

He takes a second to finish the beer Zack set out for him, it goes down cold and keeps him warm, loose under the bright lights.

"And here's my friend Spencer Smith, ladies and gentleman!" Jon introduces.

He waves his sticks in the air with a smile and shrugs his sweaty face onto his shoulder as he takes his place at the kit downstage.

Jon's flawless good-Midwestern-boy manners get the audience screaming for Ryan and again at fever pitch for Brendon and it's just then, when Spencer bangs out a six-stroke roll with a little fill, that he hears something. There's a buzz somewhere it doesn't belong. Everything about this show has been fun and easy and he's sure his Rhythm isn't betraying him this time.

"Sorry, guys!" he says, leaning into his mic, making eye contact with Joey standing offstage who rushes right over. "Yeah, I just need a minute here."

The guys get the crowd to cheer for the opening bands while he explains to the tech that he thinks something is wrong with the snare. He hates holding up the show like this, knowing the audience deserves better.

It's impossible not to smile when Brendon comes over and makes the crowd laugh at his monkey-with-cymbals bit as he plays around on the broken kit.

Only it's not broken.

"Just a loose clip, dude," Joey mutters as he darts back offstage. Spencer sinks onto his stool, feeling like a complete and utter moron for missing that. He knows Brendon heard what Joey said, too, but instead of calling him out for the fucktard he is, he gives Spencer a reassuring smile and they finish the show.

/\

He can see the purple under his eyes getting darker and he tries to make a change. He sleeps in late, he showers long, and then he shaves. … It doesn't look quite like he expected, but it's not bad. Zack high fives him with a quiet, approving, "all right, dude" and the Cab take turns trying to pet his face. It takes several minutes of hearing it before he realizes Brendon, Jon and Ryan are singing Sabotage under their breath.

"Oh, my god, fuck you all. If any white guys could be the Beastie Boys, it would not be you three."

They don't mean anything by it, but another drink makes it a little easier to laugh off.

The girls who wail at him during the Meet and Greets for not having his beard in their picture are also easier to handle when he's got a happy buzz humming in his ears. Only, the buzz adds a counter beat to his Rhythm and that throws him off again.

He hopes the girl at the end of the table is crying because Brendon smiled at her and not because Spencer didn't.

/\

The music grinds to an ugly halt during Nine In The Afternoon again. His sticks were right on - they were - but there was another beat in his mind, like Shave and a Haircut tormenting him on an endless loop.

"I apologize, I messed up that song," he tells the crowd. "I fucked up." This time they can't deny it. No one can pretend like it didn't happen; a sea of tiny blue LCD screens recording the proof.

Jon cuts him off though, drowning out Spencer's effort of continued self abuse by inciting more fucking cheers from the crowd.

/\

Spencer still feels disconnected and nauseous afterwards, not from the post show rush but from the sour adrenaline that sunk into his gut the moment he stopped playing right in the middle of the fucking song.

No one mentions it. The ubiquitous elephant in the room. Singer, the little suck-ass, puts his hands on Spencer's shoulder and arm, giving him a 'great job' squeeze. Then he remembers that Singer's vocals were for shit earlier, so he retracts his uncharitable thought. The kid still fucks up plenty himself and knows how it feels.

Another beer, another buzz, another green room full of bullshit smiles on faces who won't tell him the truth. It's not even a party, no clichéd rock and roll bash with strippers and smack. Everyone is just taking it easy and Spencer's just keeping pace with Ryan, "let's just relax and worry about stuff later", but Spencer feels like he might be getting wasted instead.

A couple of hours and showers later they make it back towards the bus. He feels like Dead Man Walking because he thinks finally, this is where they'll talk about the show and all the other shit they never discuss in front of other people.

Spencer can barely walk a straight line but he's calm on the inside. Funny how his guts and limbs refuse to agree on a state of being. He laughs. Jon joins him.

A flash in the dark makes his vision go spotty.

"I love you, too!" Brendon yells at the fans by the fence. It sounds muffled, like Spencer's cupping his hands over his ears. He looks down just to make sure; he's not.

"Just say it, okay?" Spencer demands as he sits on the couch in the front lounge. "I fucked up the show."

"It wasn't all bad," Ryan mutters, plugging his phone and iPod in their chargers.

"Did you see my mic stand falling down at the piano?" Brendon laughs, getting rid of his shirt.

"Come on, don't pretend like it didn't happen!" Spencer snaps, wondering if their obstinacy is intentional.

"Dude, okay, something totally went tits up there for a second," Brendon agrees, kicking his chucks off towards the bunks. "But we coulda pushed through it. You didn't have to stop."

Spencer closes his eyes and slumps forward; relieved that he's finally given some honesty. Brendon loves him but he also knows that Brendon never lies about music.

"Yeah, sorry, about that man, I tried to get you back in," Jon offers, as if it's partially his fault. He's digging for snacks. None of them are taking this seriously enough.

"I was just going to ignore you." Ryan's deadpan is meant to be a comforting humor but Spencer won't have it and raises his voice.

"Son of a bitch, you guys! Don't you get it?"

"Hey, man," Brendon drops next to him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "It wasn't like-"

But Spencer doesn't want any more placating. He wants them to admit there's something wrong with him. He angrily shrugs Brendon's arm off but somehow, he doesn't even know, his elbow connects, bashing Brendon in the face with a pulpy thunk.

"Whoa," and "Christ!" Spencer hears from Jon and Ryan.

"Shit. Brendon, are you…? I didn't…" Spencer can't find words, not when Brendon's hands are clasped over his face, eyes screwed shut.

"Ow," Brendon bellows and blood begins to dribble out between his fingers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Okay. Um. Let's..."

"Fucking ow, mother fuck!" Brendon's eyes are tearing and Jon's got a hand on the back of his neck as he holds up a towel.


"Hey, Spence, don't just leave," he hears Ryan call as he gets off the bus.

/\

"Mom," Spencer says, his voice loud in a dark corner of the green room. "Sorry, it's late, I know."

"That's okay. I stayed up to watch the Jonas Brothers on Jimmy Kimmel. I gotta say, I just don't get them."

Spencer laughs. It's wetter than it should sound.

"So, what's going on, kiddo? Is the show over?" Her voice is tight now, even and knowing. "You on the bus?"

"No. I don't know. Somewhere in the venue." He feels like if he could throw up and have another drink, he'd feel better again. That really shouldn't make sense.

"Is Ryan there with you? Where's Zack?"

"No, I'm … I didn’t know where to go."

The silence between them is a standoff and he wins, but only because she worries.

"Honey, are you in trouble? Should I call Pete? I still have his number."

"God, Mom. No. Christ. He doesn't even..." Spencer huffs. His mom still thinks of Pete Wentz as the guy who took her boys away from home and promised he'd look after them. "I just wanted – tell me what's up with Dad, okay? How're the girls?"

She sighs but takes pity on him and pathetic as it is, from her, Spencer wants it; he is calling his mommy after all.

She prattles on about Jackie's boyfriend and Crystal's job and his dad driving down to Scottsdale to pick up a new VW bug to restore. She doesn't ask him about his sniffling. It's only allergies anyway.

"And you?" she eventually asks. "I saw pictures. Very handsome, honey, but you look tired."

"I am. … I'm fucking everything up, Mom."

"Hm. Did somebody tell you that? Someone who matters, I mean."

Spencer laughs and twists in the padded chair, pressing his forehead into the back.

"Can you fix it? Do you need to apologize?"

He appreciates that she doesn't ask for details, because he would tell her everything if she did. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"That's the first step, then. And what does 'I'm sorry' mean?" she asks, echoing the phrase he grew up with.

He rolls his eyes and switches his cell to the other ear. "Mom."

"Spencer James."

He sits up in the empty room and scrubs his palm over his eyes. "'I'm sorry means I'll never do it again'," he sing-songs the oath he made a million times as a child and they both laugh quietly.

"Good boy. You're in charge of you, you know that."

"I know."

"Get some rest. I love you, sweetie."

"You, too."

/\

Spencer drinks a bottle of Fiji water and pees for a minute straight before going back to the bus. He knows it's nearly bus call, but he's not quite late yet.

Zack is leaning against the door of the bus, his arms crossed, looking tired and pissed off. He usually has a big supportive smile for Spencer but doesn't this time and Spencer has a shadow of a worry that maybe he's there to keep Spencer off the bus.

"You assholes pay me a lot of money to keep you safe. Do I have to keep you from hurting each other now, too?"

He doesn't actually wait for a response though, just deflates slightly, giving Spencer a rueful not-quite smile and punches in the security code.

Brendon is next to Jon on the couch, elbows on his knees, holding a pink-tinged, white venue towel with ice to his nose.

Jon's holding a bottle of Corona loosely in one hand but he puts the other on Brendon's shoulder when he sees Spencer. It's almost a protective gesture and it breaks Spencer a little. He knows his 'I'm sorry' face looks remarkably similar to his 'fuck off' face and hopes that Jon will give him the benefit of the doubt in this one.

Jon considers him before tilting his head back, chin jutting forward, as if giving permission for Spencer to come forward.

"Bren – Brendon?" Spencer corrects, not sure he's permitted nicknames right now. "Jesus, are you okay?"

Brendon looks up with red, but dry, eyes. Peering at Spencer over the towel, he shrugs and nods, then shakes his head and generally doesn't commit to an answer.

Spencer feels like he's got three different tempos thrumming in his body, all competing for space in his head and he's overly aware of his knees and his feet and he has to sit down right now.

"I'm sorry." He moves carefully to sit next to Brendon.

"Didn't bean to bake you bad," Brendon says, his swollen nose making all of his 'M's sound like 'B's and it's ridiculous.

There's a beat of silence before the three of them break into sharp, inappropriate chuckles.

"I wasn't mad – not at you. Fuck, guys, I-"

Brendon's little but he hugs big and Jon's hand also wraps around the back of his head and Spencer wishes he could say more. Just for a moment he feels his true Rhythm beat a little stronger than the disjointed white noise he can't shut off.

"You totally have to bake be breakfast, now," Brendon says, offering Spencer some repentance. He remembers that Brendon understands the need for that sometimes.

"I will. I'll make you all breakfast." The hangover will be a bitch but he'll do it for them.

He pulls away from Brendon when Ryan comes in but his effort to stand could be punctuated with a rimshot and he remains sitting. Ryan sits across from them by the table, looking like the fucking Godfather with his arms and legs crossed, giving him a cold glare.

Spencer takes a breath to speak but can't decide on any phrase that slips over his tongue.

"You've got nothing to say? You made Brendon bleed."

Spencer nods.

"The hell?"

He tries again. "Was an accident."

"You're wasted and it was an accident. Hm, that sounds familiar."

Spencer feels like something in his chest implodes and he can't look at Ryan anymore. He's spent most of his life hating George Ross when Ryan couldn't and the comparison hurts.

"I'm sorry," he tries to say, but the words stick in his throat and it comes out as whisper. He wipes angrily at his wet face. "I don't know why." He makes his voice stronger this time, louder, over the crescendo in his head. "I never have any more than you guys do. But it's like...I think it." It's not fair, he thinks. "I'm bigger than you, but it affects me worse."

"Ya think?"

"Ryan," Jon reprimands softly. He doesn't like when any of them argue.

"Want me to go home?" Spencer forces out the question he fears most.

"No. I do not. …You big, stupid, jerk head."

Brendon squeaks and chokes off a snort behind the towel and Spencer can see Jon's toe's curl. Then he peeks up at Ryan and sees the hint of a goading grin.

Spencer finds himself in a pointy, but no less sincere hug with Ryan.

"We'll do something different, okay?" Ryan says, sounding like he's made a decision but hoping they'll agree. "We'll demo some of that stuff we worked on. See some movies? Maybe Zack can find something to set on fire."

"That'd be cool."

"Yeah, man. We can ease up for a while," Jon says. Spencer wonders why it's so easy for him.

"Yeah, ban." Brendon joins the hugging. "We can hack, too."

Spencer falls asleep on the couch with them, his body jerking him awake throughout the night whenever his Rhythm skips ahead, but someone is always there with a hand on his shoulder so he doesn't get lost again.

/\

Date: 2009-01-02 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penceyprepster.livejournal.com
Awww! Just awww! I want to hug him so hard. I want to hug you too because this was just perfect.

The banter between them was great. I like Northern Downpour as an up-tempo ragtime number. and Oh, my god, fuck you all. If any white guys could be the Beastie Boys, it would not be you three. Heehee!

I think this sums up Spencer Smith in a nutshell: He hopes the girl at the end of the table is crying because Brendon smiled at her and not because Spencer didn't. Oh, Spencer.

Of course, my absolute favorite part was Spencer calling his Mommy and her being so wise and knowing. I like thinking that she still knows him best and that at the end of the day, "rock star" or not, he will always need his Mom :)

You did a great job with this, I loved it a lot and didn't even mind the lack of slash *twirls you*


Date: 2009-01-02 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maple-mahogany.livejournal.com
Oh - thank you! I'm really glad the boy banter worked for you.

I think him calling his mom was was my favorite part to explore.

You made me smile so hard and I've been so nervous. *hugs*



Date: 2009-01-02 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrsquizzical.livejournal.com
even rock stars need their mums, right?

*loves you so hard*
Edited Date: 2009-01-02 09:39 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-01-02 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
They do, they do!

*hugs* Thank you!

Date: 2009-01-02 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redsnake05.livejournal.com
I love the way Spencer's rhythm is like a real thing to him, something that he can feel and move in synch with, the way a sailor moves with the ship. Gorgeous.

Date: 2009-01-02 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
I appreciate that - thank you! It was such a short piece, I thought a 'device' might help it along.

Thank you so much for commenting!

Date: 2009-01-03 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moon-1988.livejournal.com
I liked this very, very much! The way you capture their relationship, it feels like they are really a band, a team. Everytime i think of them for real, i imagine them this way, you made me very, very happy putting that into words in a fantastic way. The Rhythim thing was awesome, very creative.
And for some reason i'm still smiling at Brendon for the b's instead of m's. Really cool! :)

Date: 2009-01-03 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Oh! *cuddles this comment* What a great thing to hear. I am so happy that it worked for you. Thanks for letting me know!

Date: 2009-01-03 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tjs-whatnot.livejournal.com
Wow!

Now I can say I've officially read "Bandslash!" Even if their is no actual slash in this bandslash--or maybe becaause. I really enjoyed this!

The problem of the Rhythm still being there in the end, the way it was absolved and forgiven, but not melodramatic was very good. I liked too that even though they're there for him, in the end, it will be himself that has to fix it--not even his mom gets him out of that boat!

Loved the mom too! Oh, if we all had moms like that!

Good job!

Date: 2009-01-03 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Wow - hi! Thank you for reading. Yep - non-slash-bandslash this time around.

I'm very bouncy that you felt that way about solution and responsibility involved. You're right, I think his mom would expect him to take care of his own business, too.

Thank you so much for reading!

Date: 2009-01-03 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rose-starr.livejournal.com
I just wanted to tell you again how much I really, really enjoyed this!!

Date: 2009-01-03 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
I'm so thrilled by that - thank you! *hugs*

Date: 2009-01-03 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spindlelimbs.livejournal.com
oh Spencer Smith you are so amazing ♥
*loves this*

Date: 2009-01-03 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Yay! I was hoping he would still read as amazing even if I was bungling him up a bit.

Thank you!

Date: 2009-01-03 01:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shihadchick.livejournal.com
Ooh, nifty. Okay, so because i am a total marshmallow I'm kind of stuck with "OH SPENCER" and a crushing urge to hug him, but I really like this. I think you work in just the right amount of funny and mocking to make it feel like real guys, and I'm not sure how you made the tension for us and Spencer get so much more when the others were still so clearly not reacting/not taking it as the Big Deal he was, but that came across perfectly. Count me in for also cracking up over Northern Downpour as an upbeat ragtime number, god. *imagines* *snickers*

He knows his 'I'm sorry' face looks remarkably similar to his 'fuck off' face and hopes that Jon will give him the benefit of the doubt in this one.
I really, really liked that line, by the way. It made me make flaily hands IRL.

And, y'know, in conclusion: hi! posting bandom! YAY. *goes back to not-terribly-patient waiting for your Jon/Brendon epic*

Date: 2009-01-03 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
*beams* I love this comment! Thank you!

I was hoping to capture some tension and anxiety without making him look like a Bad Guy.

I honestly did YouTube research analyzing his expressions. heheheh.

Yay posting bandom! Oh my gosh, the jon/brendon is over 30k now. I'm going to work on it a bit now. They're finally having sex! *teases* :P

Date: 2009-01-04 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shihadchick.livejournal.com
You are most welcome!

And yeah, that's really tough to do but I think you managed it here. (I am too chicken, personally, so I salute you all the more.)

AWWWWWWWWWWW and also HEE. And, gosh. Watching SpencerSmith on youtube. HARDSHIP! :D

Fweeeeeee! And FWEEEEEEEEEE *grabbyhands of complete lack of subtlety* (Although I know what you mean by that: Kat and I are about 9K into something which feels a lot longer and we're at like, Awkward Conversation #23 and practically nothing more than kissing anywhere else.)

Date: 2009-01-04 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Such a hardship! :P

I haven't ever withheld posting a long fic like this, and not posted it as a WIP before. It's killing me! I may go insane. And of course, there's the chance I will have spent 9 months writing the flippin' thing and I'll get three comments for it, you know? *sigh* But I'm still enjoying it. Thank you so much for the enthusiasm, that really helps. :)

Date: 2009-01-04 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shihadchick.livejournal.com
Heeee.

And, oh, I hear you on that, yeah. I've found it interesting in the last couple of years to go to both a place with writing and in fandoms where posting WIPs tends to not happen much at all, and I think on reflection I tend to prefer the waiting-till-it's-all-done thing as both a writer and a reader, but ohh man it's tough in the process sometimes. And yay that you're enjoying it, still. That is totally an excellent sign, I think.

Date: 2009-01-04 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sceaterian.livejournal.com
Pardon me for butting in. I'm not sure where I got the link but I had to tell you that I love this story. Spencer and Spencer's mom. That just broke my heart. I had to stand up and wipe away the tears.

Date: 2009-01-04 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
No 'butting in' in AT ALL! I'm SO glad you took the time to comment. *bounces* It means a lot.

Ginger Smith makes it easy because most of the time I just want to mother these boys and give them cookies. (Jon Walker being my exception to most rules) :)

Thank you so much!

Date: 2009-01-04 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporally.livejournal.com
Wow, I really loved this, and when it first happened to Spencer and didn't get better it was just really terrifying to read, and there were no quick fixes but I liked how everyone just dealt with it, and Spencer's mum!

Date: 2009-01-04 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I didn't want to make Spencer bad or his band angry or his mistakes terrible but just that everything was 'off' for him.

I'm really glad you liked his mum! Thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2009-01-05 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cloudlessclimes.livejournal.com
I really liked this, a lot. I like that each of the characters shines through and I like that you portray them very much as 20ish year old guys. And Spencer, oh Spencer, he's so often portrayed at the competent, capable (and bitchy) one, but no one is just one thing and I like how you made everyone here so real. And oh bless Brendon and his broken nose! I feel his pain!

Date: 2009-01-05 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading! And thank you for the lovely comment. I had hoped to be respectful of characterization in spite of his predicament. I'm so glad that it worked for you. *beams*

I didn't intend for Brendon's nose to actually be broken, if that makes you feel better. ;) *cuddles his pretty little face*

Date: 2009-01-05 03:36 am (UTC)
ext_27009: (Spencer and Jon)
From: [identity profile] libgirl.livejournal.com
Q pointed this out to me to be sure that I didn't miss it, and I'm so, so glad that she did! :D

I love Spencer, you must know that, but I love this Spencer who is so responsible and conflicted and completely unsure of what's going wrong and how to fix it. Poor boy ~hugs him~.

This was lovely! :D I'm so glad you've just this particular boat and can't wait to see the other thing you're working on.

Also, your Brendon? Amazingly spot-on. Lovely!

Date: 2009-01-05 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Oh, that is so cool of her! And thank you for giving it your time, I know you've been ~busy~.

We started pondering the 'what if Spencer were ...?' things during the last tour and this was just comment fic for the longest time. Heh.

I'm glad you liked Brendon here. ♥

Date: 2009-01-05 05:15 am (UTC)
ext_27009: (Default)
From: [identity profile] libgirl.livejournal.com
I'm, finally, happily, back on the internet, at least in some form, and that's the best thing of this day! :D

YAY for Spencer fic! I'm glad you decided to share with the rest of the class :D.

Date: 2009-01-05 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mc-rowe-manz.livejournal.com
That was fantastic. I could really feel Spencer's frustration with himself for being out of sync and with the others for being so supportive when he just wanted them to yell at him. The banter was fun, but when Ryan made the reference to his dad and Spencer just collapsed in on himself - I just wanted to give Spencer a big hug. Very good story.

Date: 2009-01-06 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
:D I really appreciate that! I'm so glad that it came across the way I was hoping it would.

Thank you for the comment!

Date: 2009-01-06 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chica-go.livejournal.com
I really liked this, I feel like you nailed Spencer's personality perfectly.

Date: 2009-01-06 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

Date: 2009-01-10 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadziadrgnrdr.livejournal.com
Oh this is gorgeous! I would have never thought of Spencer as the one going through this issue but actually that's what makes it great. The son of the alocoholic doesn't get out of hand but his take-charge, caregiver best friend does. Very well written. Thank you.

Date: 2009-01-11 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

I thought that there were things during RBL that you could spin a certain way if you wanted to, and like you said, taking the one often perceived as the take-charge caregiver is always the most fun to explore breaking down.

I appreciate your comment!

Date: 2009-01-13 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-diverse.livejournal.com
*is a slobbery emotional mess*

Man, this hit things in me so bad. Ack.

It's beautiful, maple.

Date: 2009-01-14 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
I'm all beside myself that you read this! *g* That's awesome!

Thank you. I wanted to explore a little H/C with the boy. *squish*

Date: 2009-01-14 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-diverse.livejournal.com
I was a bit beside myself too!

It really is beautiful, I've bene thinking about each little moment ever since.

What does H/C mean? I am not hip n happening with the lingo...

Date: 2009-01-17 11:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrsquizzical.livejournal.com
h/c = hurt/comfort

see? i'm jive with the lowdown yo.

roflmao

Date: 2009-01-17 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-diverse.livejournal.com
Hey you're stalking me on Maple's fic! *stalks back*

*shows off ANOTHER new icon which unfortunately has little to do with this fic but maple won't mind*

And, you two. I canot possibly admit how much I have been thinking about rpf fic (is that like saying ATM machine?) in the last couple of days!





I almost think I'm nearly going to break. SHhhhh!!!!

Date: 2009-01-17 11:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrsquizzical.livejournal.com
.... *tiptoes*

*wafts delicious fic under your nose*


mmmmmmmmm..... it's niiiiiiiiice.....

:~D

Date: 2009-01-14 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] barmy-bunk.livejournal.com
nice. i LOVE your jon. =)

Date: 2009-01-14 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
Cool! Thank you! Now that makes me v v happy!

Date: 2009-01-14 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reni-days.livejournal.com
Man, how did I miss this? This was so amazing! And it hurt, and it was so...God, the friendship between the four of them was just...and--and I totally want to make you write a sequel so I can just keep reading, gah, I have--

No words. I have no words.

This is lovely.

Date: 2009-01-14 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
*bounces* Thank you!!

Our hearts broke when we started pondering the 'what ifs' for him during RBL tour. I just had to play it out and give it a try.

Date: 2009-01-20 08:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] stele3.insanejournal.com (from livejournal.com)
Ooooo! mrsquizzical pointed this out to me and I love it! Must seek out more of your writing, you're very good at saying a lot without saying too much, y'know?

I do have to say that the little /\ scene breaks are distracting: I keep seeing them as /o\. Heh, which kind of fits the mood of this piece, I suppose.

Date: 2009-02-02 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fics-by-maple.livejournal.com
I'm sorry I missed your comment here! Thank you very much for giving it your time and commenting!

I'll be posting a long Jon/Brendon in about a week or so. I've been working on it for months.

Oh - the scene break markers looking like /o\ hadn't even occurred to me. Heh. Ah well.

TY!

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