Tom's not a nurse. He's very adamant about this. Spencer doesn't try to make him feel like one, but sometimes he does. Washing Spencer, changing his bedpan, doing all the things he had never wanted to do in the medical profession. Spencer hated it, he knew, so he never complained.
It hadn't been either of their faults. Some drunk had stumbled into the road and Spencer had swerved, hitting a tree in the process. It hadn't been anyone's fault. But watching Spencer in bed - sometimes too still, sometimes screaming and writhing in pain - it made Tom think that maybe he could have done something about. That maybe it didn't have to be this way.
But it was and that was that.
I'm not sure if this is what you wanted. I think maybe you were looking for a mental dependancy, but I couldn't write the Spencer in my head that way. I'm really sorry.
The world was dark. Well, not necessarily the world. More like the basement. And don't really dark. Maybe, dim. The basement was dim. Shadows played across the paintings on the walls and over the bed. Gerard stood in the doorway, watching them, trying to remember the shapes. His eyes passed over the bed, seeing a familiar bump under the covers.
He crept towards it, wincing when he stepped on something and stumbled. He reached the bed, pulled the covers back and slipped beneath them. He pushed himself against the bump, a person, sliding his fingers under the waist of the person's boxer shorts. He kissed their neck and rested his mouth there.
"I'm going to have to move to New York." Gerard listens for a hitch in the person's breathing. There is nothing, so he continues. "I don't know what's going to happen. But I want you to come with me. You need to come with me, Mikes." He sighs and rests his head gently against his brother's.
It can always wait until the morning.
Oh, the angst in these newest ones. It's because I've got my Lost
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Bob Bryar refuses to wear a trucker hat. It is not a part of the necessary uniform and he doesn’t like them. So, he doesn't wear one. He goes to diners and no-one looks at him weirdly. The waitresses still offer him coffee with a fake Southern accent and chewing gum hanging half out. He's ok with that.
Now, he doesn't have a problem with other people wearing the hats. In fact, on some people they look good. Bob thinks that they look particularly good on one other trucker in particular
( ... )
I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THIS. one of the best things, here on LJ, even better than finding people who share my intense love of ryanandbrendon and all of their dynamics, is finding someone who shares in my intense love for keltieandryanandbrendon and all of their just-- guh. those three.
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It hadn't been either of their faults. Some drunk had stumbled into the road and Spencer had swerved, hitting a tree in the process. It hadn't been anyone's fault. But watching Spencer in bed - sometimes too still, sometimes screaming and writhing in pain - it made Tom think that maybe he could have done something about. That maybe it didn't have to be this way.
But it was and that was that.
I'm not sure if this is what you wanted. I think maybe you were looking for a mental dependancy, but I couldn't write the Spencer in my head that way. I'm really sorry.
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Pretty please? =)
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But all the same. XD. Happy faces.
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Please and thank you?
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I was wondering when someone would ask for Waycest. Be aware that it may not be exactly what you wanted, mmkay?
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He crept towards it, wincing when he stepped on something and stumbled. He reached the bed, pulled the covers back and slipped beneath them. He pushed himself against the bump, a person, sliding his fingers under the waist of the person's boxer shorts. He kissed their neck and rested his mouth there.
"I'm going to have to move to New York." Gerard listens for a hitch in the person's breathing. There is nothing, so he continues. "I don't know what's going to happen. But I want you to come with me. You need to come with me, Mikes." He sighs and rests his head gently against his brother's.
It can always wait until the morning.
Oh, the angst in these newest ones. It's because I've got my Lost ( ... )
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Now, he doesn't have a problem with other people wearing the hats. In fact, on some people they look good. Bob thinks that they look particularly good on one other trucker in particular ( ... )
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prompt: because, sometimes, just-friends isn't enough.
beading,
addiction,
family.
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one of the best things, here on LJ, even better than finding people who share my intense love of ryanandbrendon and all of their dynamics, is finding someone who shares in my intense love for keltieandryanandbrendon and all of their just-- guh.
those three.
:)
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XD
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