Ficlet Spam of Doooom
★Spam Sunday★
Long time, no see! Just a quick update as to my total and complete silence; I got the job at the laboratory and just finished my first week, but I still have my job at the clothing store, so I'm working probably a bit too much and when I'm not working I'm usually verging on comatose from being so tired. This is the most M.I.A. I've been on livejournal/twitter/facebook in a looong time.
But! Sunday is my day off sometimes and so it felt like ~destiny that I should try to contribute a little to Spam Sunday, so here I'm spamming you with some ficlets! (These are entirely unbeta'd and so I bet there are typos. Sorry ahead of time!)
Title: Home Sweet Home
Pairing: Bill/Tom (well, sort of.)
Notes: This will make absolutely no sense if you haven't read Bee Mine. Well, even if you have read it, it might still make no sense.
That morning, the sun had been shining so brightly and the air filled with such a haze of pollen and other glimmering things that Bill had felt perfectly justified in flying around. He spent much more of each day with Tom now, since he only needed to collect nectar for himself now, but exploring meant he could see so many interesting, new things, and then he could tell Tom about it, and then Tom could give his grumpy commentary. Bill could tell Tom was always just as excited about new things as Bill, even if he couldn’t dance or buzz about it.
And really, the field full of trees - but with flowers on them! - was so new and exciting and wonderful that Bill thought it was a little ridiculous to expect him to see the clouds coming in when there were flower trees to talk to. Flower trees were very thoughtful and apparently very old. It had been one of them that pointed out the darkening sky.
Bill had started to fly home at that, though he couldn’t help buzzing by a few other trees first, and that was how he got caught by the rain. Back in the days of the hive, he may have just found shelter until the rain stopped, but that was part because any excuse to be out of the hive for a bit longer was a good one. Now, though, he thought of his large, cozy bundle of honeycomb that he had made all by himself, nestled right up to Tom, and he had to get home.
Big, fat droplets of rain knocked at him, making him swerve and swoop and spin all over the place and for the first time ever, Bill regretted his fuzzy black fuzz a little - it was soaking up a lot of water, making him both quite cold and much heavier than usual.
Despite the ache in his wings, he kept flying back the route he knew would take him home. Even if he flew to the farthest away of fields that any bee or flower could think of, the way home was always clear to him.
He flew past the mean frog pond, now dark with ripples, and flew past the rose garden with their companion weeds. He flew past the hollow tree, filled with so many strange and curious bugs, and past the flat rock where butterflies would go to rest and sun their wings, at least when the rock wasn’t slippery with water. Bill flew lower and lower, completely soaking by this point, but he knew he was close and that made him fly a little higher.
And with an ungraceful thump, he landed on his flower.
“Bill!” The flower’s words trembled through it, instantly making Bill feel as light as pollen himself. “Get down in your hive, it’s wet up here!” Bill buzzed weakly, crawling between petals and down under, down the stalk and into his honeycomb. Tom insisted on calling it a hive; when Bill said there needed to be more than one bee for it to be a hive, Tom had indignantly asked, “What, I don't count?” The matter had been settled.
Bill crawled into his cozy cell, the one where a wide section of Tom’s stalk was almost an entire side, and nestled right up to it so he could listen to Tom berate him protectively as he fell asleep.
“You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? I swear you can be such a housefly - but even houseflies get out of the rain. What if you had gotten washed into puddle, or the pond?” Bill heard the words come through the stalk and just buzzed fondly with each one.
“Yes, I’m quite wet. I’m prettier than any housefly. And I’m too good to get washed into a puddle.” He continued to buzz his wings, fanning out the water from his fuzz. Tom went quiet for a few moments, and Bill began to doze. Tom trembled very slightly, his words quiet.
“Well, I’m glad you’re home.”
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Title: Sick ≠ Sexy
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: Bill thinks the title is true. Tom obviously thinks Bill is quite nice just about any time.
When Tom had offered his lap as a pillow for Bill, Bill had readily agreed; he was a little feverish, with a sore throat and runny nose and nothing helped more with stupid colds than Tom giving him head scratches. And yes, it had felt good when ran his fingers down his neck as well, but when they started trailing lower Bill had to grumble.
“Tooom.” He sniffed loudly to get his point across.
“Whaaat?” Tom whined back at Bill with a smile. Bill wrinkled his nose at that.
“I’m sick. No sex when I’m sick.” He reach over for a tissue from the box Tom had placed conveniently by his feet, and blew his nose as loudly and in the most unsexy way he could. Tom bit his lip, and Bill watched his face contort as he tried to hold in laughter, and this made Bill grumpier. “Stop laughing! I mean it.” He would have huffed but it hurt to do so.
“Bill, I’m not trying to sex you up.” Bill gave him a skeptical glance for that. “No, really. You’d probably sneeze on me if I tried.” Bill nodded miserably in agreement. He had already sneezed on Tom twice and his brother had been distinctly unhappy both times.
“Then why are you…?” Bill blushed a little, trying to explain with hand gestures why Tom’s petting may have come off as, well, sexy. Tom snorted.
“Well partly because I know you like it.” Bill stuck his tongue out at Tom’s smirk. “But also because you sounded weird sometimes when you were breathing, so I was trying to make it better.” Tom’s smile was entirely sincere and warm as Bill looked up at him from his lap and that on top of the fever - Bill felt certain he was going to melt soon.
“Okay.” He muttered, lying his head back down on Tom’s lap. He closed his eyes, ready to doze off, but nothing happened. And nothing happened. Finally he cracked an eye open and saw Tom looking back at him patiently. “Well? Make it better!”
This time Bill fell asleep in seconds while Tom head-scratched it better. And to his credit, Tom waited until he woke up an hour later feeling a bit better to pinch his ass.
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Title: Spoiled
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: Muuuushy.
Bill spoils his puppies, each in their own special way.
Every morning, Princess gets a bit of Bill’s breakfast. With the rest of the puppies he maintains a strict rule of “no people food”, but every morning Princess stays a little longer, looks at him with those sad eyes a little longer, and there goes a bit of scrambled eggs or toast. However, she’s also the one that sticks with him even when the food is gone, so he thinks it’s a fair trade.
Nova and Scotty go to a spa every month. When Bill first told Tom that he was sending them to a doggy spa, Tom gave him a look if indignant horror. However, when he saw the other dogs there being groomed, being pet and cajoled by every “pethetician” and then having the time of their life in the pool and play yard with a dozen other dogs, well, he caved just about as quickly as Bill did. And Tom would never admit it, but he loved walking them around the day after, the pair of German pointers looking sleeker and faster than any car the twins could ever own.
Baby was, well, just that. As a puppy he had been a little too small for Bill to feel comfortable letting him run between people’s legs, way down on the ground, so he had carried him everywhere. Once he was full-grown Bill had tried to wean him into walking when others were around, but every time Baby just looked up at him like he was doing something very perplexing and silly until Bill picked him up. Bill had wondered for a long time why Baby was so adamant until one day he caught Tom carrying Baby just about everywhere when Bill wasn’t looking.
And his last puppy he spoiled about as much as one can spoil anything. He gave Tom secret little kisses every chance and when he didn’t, Tom usually came looking for them anyway. Bill would lie with him on the couch, gently petting and rubbing in between cornrows while they watched movies. Bill was always bringing home surprises of sour candy or shoes to finally match that one sweater or maybe just way more kisses.
But all of that was totally okay, because as Bill lay in bed, Tom’s arms wrapped around him behind and sleepily placing kisses on the back of Bill’s neck, their four puppies all snuggled in the remaining pillows and blanket, Bill was quite certain he was the most spoiled of all.
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Title: Vegetables
Pairing: Implied Twins/Andrej
Notes: Part 1 of the "pseudoblu Is Very Convincing" series ;)
“Is that a vegetable?” Bill scrutinized the bowl that had just been placed in front of him. A glance over to Tom proved unhelpful, as his twin was looking at it just as suspiciously.
“Not in the slightest!” The blond young man quirked such a innocent smile at Bill that he knew with complete certainty that Andrej was lying.
“Then what’s in it?” This time it was Tom who raised the query, narrowing his eyes at the steaming helping of…something. Andrej stepped out of their view, into the kitchen for a moment, coming back with rice and more utensils.
“Things that taste good.” He said this like it was actually giving them information and they both just watched him carefully. Andrej looked up and rolled his eyes at their hesitance. “Were you this much trouble when you were kids?”
“Yes.” Bill and Tom answered simultaneously, feeling no shame whatsoever. Andrej glanced at them for a few moments quietly, thinking, and then very decidedly changing tactics. He walked over to where Tom was sitting, leaning a hip against the table and straightening himself up so that his shirt rode up just a little. He ducked his head, letting a section of long, blond hair fall forward as he caught Tom’s eye.
“Tom. Would you please try some of the food I made?” Andrej bit at one of his lips, almost shyly, holding Tom’s eye contact until Tom finally cracked. He nodded dazedly, giving Bill a quick look of apology before grabbing a spoon right then and trying the food. Immediately, he moaned lowly through the mouthful.
“Bill, this is so good, you have to try it.” He sat forward, ready to dig right in and Bill looked back the food.
“But…but, vegetables?” But when he looked up, he saw Andrej looking at Tom with a smile so demure and sincere that Bill wanted it directed at him instead. Well, and Tom too. But mostly Bill. “Okay, fine.” So he tried the food.
Oh. Oh. It was good. Bill couldn’t help making the same low moan as Tom. It was just a little spicy and so rich and savoury and Bill was pretty sure his brain was melting a little. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes until he opened them and saw Andrej grinning at him and his cheeks were maybe just a little pink and Bill thought for a second that he might even be willing to eat broccoli if it meant Andrej looking at him like that.
“Oh shit, the wine. Be right back.” Andrej quickly disappeared into the kitchen again, coming out with glasses and a bottle of wine. As he poured slowly into the three glasses, Bill was fairly sure that Andrej was explaining the wine - its year and qualities or something because Andrej had infinite knowledge of interesting conversation topics - but he was distracted entirely as he watched Andrej’s slender fingers trail down the bottle or around the stem of the glass. He only came back to attention when he felt Andrej’s little hip bump against his arm.
“Here’s yours.” Andrej bent over a little to place the glass down, in the process brushing a light kiss against Bill’s temple that made him grin like he’d won the lottery. “Thanks for giving it a chance.” Bill heard the shift in tone - there was something more meant by that, and he reached over to squeeze Andrej’s hands - just slightly more delicate than Bill’s.
“It was worth it.” He quirked an eyebrow at Andrej, hoping he heard the same meaning too.
“Hey! I gave the food the chance too!” Tom made woobie eyes at the two of them and Andrej paused, looking a little sheepish, to his credit.
“You’re absolutely right.” With a step Andrej was over by Tom and gave him a little kiss to the cheek as well. Bill hoped he didn’t look as doe-eyed as Tom did at that moment, but had a feeling he did anyway.
As the three of them continued eating, the wine being finished and the mood of the evening changing as more and more lingering, heated looks were exchanged, Bill almost forgot.
“Andrej, so, what vegetables are in this?” They were nearly finished and every bite had been amazing, so Bill was no longer worried to hear. Andrej looked at him with wide eyes.
“None! It’s butter chicken, except, well, with tofu.” Bill gaped at him.
“But you said-“ Bill paused. Andrej had said there weren’t any vegetables in it.
The blond merely gave him a little wink.
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Title: Wooly Sheep
Pairing: Bill/Georg
Notes: Part 2 of "I Cannot Resist pseudoblu 's Ways" series
Bill shook his hair out of the beanie as he stepped into his darkened bedroom. Some days in LA were great - him and Tom really got things done, coming up with ideas and melodies and recording for hours on end. Other days, like today, turned Bill into a surly, snippy creature; dealing with bureaucratic bullshit always made him cranky.
Thus it was with great relief when he opened his laptop and saw a certain someone online and available. Not minutes later, his laptop was chirping with a call.
“Good morning sunshine!” Georg gave a silly wave at the camera once the camera blinked to life, stopping to wipe blearily at his face. Georg had never been a morning person, but when Bill moved to LA he claimed to be a changed being - which was a complete lie, but Bill appreciated it.
“Morning, handsome.” Bill snorted at Georg’s frown, but he meant it. Georg’s hair was wavy and uneven, eyes puffy from sleep, and he was in his faded, favourite pyjamas, and yet he was still the best part of Bill’s day- any day.
“Hey! I heard bedhead was in fashion now. Come on Bill, gotta keep up.” That came with a wink that sent butterflies through Bill’s belly, despite thousands of miles and quite a few hour’s distance between them. The evening darkness was a reminder to Bill of that and he felt his smile drop for a moment. Georg caught it and the frown was real this time. “Tough day?”
Bill nodded. “The usual assholes.” He waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to go through it all again. “How were things at the studio? Did you guys get our files?” Bill and Tom were constantly sending things over for Georg and Gustav to get a feel for, seeing which ones they could work with or liked.
“Didn’t go yesterday.”
“What, why?” Bill tilted his head, confused. Georg and Gustav were the more consistent of the band, by far. Skipping work wasn’t their thing.
“Didn’t want Gustav to tease me all day.” Georg shrugged, but a smile was growing on his face.
“What? What for?” Bill was even more confused, though he was getting suspicious of that smirk.
“One sec.” Georg walked out of the camera’s view for a few minutes and Bill could hear only hear the faint crackle of the connection. When Georg came back, he had a guitar in hand. Bill’s eyes widened - Georg knew how to play but was significantly happier and more at ease with his bass, so the guitar he had was more for the sake of Tom when he came over. “I made you a really stupid song and you’re going to love it; Gustav thinks it may be the worst thing he’s ever heard.”
Bill’s stared in shock, completely speechless, as he watched Georg pick carefully at a few strings, head ducked as he figured out the beat. When he began strumming out the melody, Bill wondered what he had been talking about - it sounded nice, kind of upbeat and fast.
And then Georg started singing.
Bill’s jaw dropped more and more as he caught the lyrics - things about him being the shiniest star, the prettiest bird, the busiest bee of them all - and it only got worse. Georg’s voice cracked wildly in a few places and Bill wasn’t sure if he was off-key because he couldn’t quite tell what notes he was trying to hit anyway. And Bill couldn’t help it, when Georg sung so passionately about “the wooliest sheep”, he started laughing, laughing harder and harder as Georg made a face like he was singing the most achingly meaningful song ever.
Finally the song came to an end with Bill still shaking with giggles, lying on his side, though still in view of the camera, because he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. The last few chords Georg strummed came slowly, with the line, ”and you’re the very best boyfriend of all,” and Bill would forever deny his watery eyes being due to anything other than laughing so hard.
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Title: All the Way Up There
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: I won't lie, this entirely based on one photo.
Tom loves kissing Bill.
Technically, the first time he realized this was around the age of four when he kissed Bill on the head, but he doesn’t count that (even though he loved it then too). The first time he really realized it was when they were fourteen and Bill was asking about what to do with girls and Tom got a little mad at the thought of any girl going near his brother, but it’s his job as older brother to explain these things well, so he kissed Bill like he’d kiss a girl. Except it was way better than any time he’d kissed one of the older teens they hung out with and he really didn’t know why.
But he really liked it.
So it wasn’t even a month later when he inquired about how Bill was doing with kissing and Bill said, “I don’t get it yet,” so Tom obviously had to show him again. Tom had a feeling Bill was lying a bit about not getting it, because he was pretty sure Bill hadn’t learned how to kiss like that from Tom. After a couple times, Bill finally admitted, completely embarrassed, that he liked kissing Tom more than he liked kissing anyone else (though he hadn’t tried kissing many people, but he still felt sure) and Tom was relieved.
It would take a few more years for them to figure out that it was kind of impossible for them to not prefer each other over everyone else by a wide margin - a few more years, quite a few yelling matches, and even more hugs afterward.
A problem had arisen for Tom with this, however, because Tom really loved kissing Bill - everywhere.
When Bill was really excited - truly happy, smiling as wide as his face would let - a little vein bumped up just by his brows, almost invisible to anyone who didn’t know Bill’s face like their own, but every time Bill was that joyful, Tom kissed right there.
Most nights they slept cuddled together with Bill using some part of Tom as a pillow, but occasionally Tom woke up first, head resting on Bill’s arm as it carefully wrapped around him. He just needed to turn his head a little and he could kiss the soft skin right at Bill’s elbow.
Tom loved kissing the little bumps right at the top of Bill’s shoulders, slipping his fingers under the strap of the tank top so he could keep kissing the smooth line all the way to his jaw.
Sometimes when Bill was cuddled up to Tom on the rare lazy afternoon, just starting to doze off, Tom got the chance to pull up a hand and kiss every knuckle and all the tips of Bill’s fingers.
One day, however, Bill called Tom on this. They had just gotten home from a particularly successful day of recording, which always got Bill upbeat and excited, and a sneaky poke to Tom’s side had turned into tickling, kissing, and Tom had just been nipping and sucking at the pale skin on Bill’s delicate neck when Bill pulled back.
“Tom.” Despite his flushed appearance and slightly wet, pink lips, Bill managed to look a little irritated. “Kisses. I want kisses.” This statement puzzled Tom, because he was certain that was precisely what he had been doing, and Bill seemed to catch Tom’s bemusement if his roll of the eyes was any evidence. “Mouth kisses. Kisses. On my mouth. Remember?”
Ohhh. Tom had the grace to be a little sheepish, promptly pecking Bill on the lips before spinning him around so that Bill was most definitely on his back, underneath Tom.
“I can’t help it.” Tom grinned at Bill, leaning down to nose at his hairline, pressing his lips to Bill’s temple, his cheekbone, and back to his lips again.
Bill was definitely looking less irate, cheeks pinking as Tom moved over again, kissing the slightly pointed tips of Bill’s ears, down to the earlobe and again, back to Bill’s mouth. “How’s that?” Bill was clearly trying to sound determined but the last syllable had been more a groan than anything. Tom pulled back again, shrugging as best he could while propped up over his twin.
“Every part of you is so special. How can I not?” Before Bill could criticize that mushy statement when Tom was quite anti-mushy, Tom pressed another deep kiss to Bill, tasting every corner of Bill’s mouth and sharing air until they both pulled away, breathless. Tom grinned a little bit too wide this time. “But, you know, if you don’t like it all, I can just stop.”
Bill groaned, reaching up and trying to swat at Tom, but Tom caught the hand and pressed a kiss to the palm with a small, adoring on his face.
Bill didn’t have a single complaint this time.
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Well, there you go. Six = spam, right? >_> (Oh my god, it took me two hours to format this. LJ kept eating my cut tags and then adding a gajillion bold tags everywhere. It was a nightmare jfc. BUT SO WORTH IT.)
Long time, no see! Just a quick update as to my total and complete silence; I got the job at the laboratory and just finished my first week, but I still have my job at the clothing store, so I'm working probably a bit too much and when I'm not working I'm usually verging on comatose from being so tired. This is the most M.I.A. I've been on livejournal/twitter/facebook in a looong time.
But! Sunday is my day off sometimes and so it felt like ~destiny that I should try to contribute a little to Spam Sunday, so here I'm spamming you with some ficlets! (These are entirely unbeta'd and so I bet there are typos. Sorry ahead of time!)
Title: Home Sweet Home
Pairing: Bill/Tom (well, sort of.)
Notes: This will make absolutely no sense if you haven't read Bee Mine. Well, even if you have read it, it might still make no sense.
That morning, the sun had been shining so brightly and the air filled with such a haze of pollen and other glimmering things that Bill had felt perfectly justified in flying around. He spent much more of each day with Tom now, since he only needed to collect nectar for himself now, but exploring meant he could see so many interesting, new things, and then he could tell Tom about it, and then Tom could give his grumpy commentary. Bill could tell Tom was always just as excited about new things as Bill, even if he couldn’t dance or buzz about it.
And really, the field full of trees - but with flowers on them! - was so new and exciting and wonderful that Bill thought it was a little ridiculous to expect him to see the clouds coming in when there were flower trees to talk to. Flower trees were very thoughtful and apparently very old. It had been one of them that pointed out the darkening sky.
Bill had started to fly home at that, though he couldn’t help buzzing by a few other trees first, and that was how he got caught by the rain. Back in the days of the hive, he may have just found shelter until the rain stopped, but that was part because any excuse to be out of the hive for a bit longer was a good one. Now, though, he thought of his large, cozy bundle of honeycomb that he had made all by himself, nestled right up to Tom, and he had to get home.
Big, fat droplets of rain knocked at him, making him swerve and swoop and spin all over the place and for the first time ever, Bill regretted his fuzzy black fuzz a little - it was soaking up a lot of water, making him both quite cold and much heavier than usual.
Despite the ache in his wings, he kept flying back the route he knew would take him home. Even if he flew to the farthest away of fields that any bee or flower could think of, the way home was always clear to him.
He flew past the mean frog pond, now dark with ripples, and flew past the rose garden with their companion weeds. He flew past the hollow tree, filled with so many strange and curious bugs, and past the flat rock where butterflies would go to rest and sun their wings, at least when the rock wasn’t slippery with water. Bill flew lower and lower, completely soaking by this point, but he knew he was close and that made him fly a little higher.
And with an ungraceful thump, he landed on his flower.
“Bill!” The flower’s words trembled through it, instantly making Bill feel as light as pollen himself. “Get down in your hive, it’s wet up here!” Bill buzzed weakly, crawling between petals and down under, down the stalk and into his honeycomb. Tom insisted on calling it a hive; when Bill said there needed to be more than one bee for it to be a hive, Tom had indignantly asked, “What, I don't count?” The matter had been settled.
Bill crawled into his cozy cell, the one where a wide section of Tom’s stalk was almost an entire side, and nestled right up to it so he could listen to Tom berate him protectively as he fell asleep.
“You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? I swear you can be such a housefly - but even houseflies get out of the rain. What if you had gotten washed into puddle, or the pond?” Bill heard the words come through the stalk and just buzzed fondly with each one.
“Yes, I’m quite wet. I’m prettier than any housefly. And I’m too good to get washed into a puddle.” He continued to buzz his wings, fanning out the water from his fuzz. Tom went quiet for a few moments, and Bill began to doze. Tom trembled very slightly, his words quiet.
“Well, I’m glad you’re home.”
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Title: Sick ≠ Sexy
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: Bill thinks the title is true. Tom obviously thinks Bill is quite nice just about any time.
When Tom had offered his lap as a pillow for Bill, Bill had readily agreed; he was a little feverish, with a sore throat and runny nose and nothing helped more with stupid colds than Tom giving him head scratches. And yes, it had felt good when ran his fingers down his neck as well, but when they started trailing lower Bill had to grumble.
“Tooom.” He sniffed loudly to get his point across.
“Whaaat?” Tom whined back at Bill with a smile. Bill wrinkled his nose at that.
“I’m sick. No sex when I’m sick.” He reach over for a tissue from the box Tom had placed conveniently by his feet, and blew his nose as loudly and in the most unsexy way he could. Tom bit his lip, and Bill watched his face contort as he tried to hold in laughter, and this made Bill grumpier. “Stop laughing! I mean it.” He would have huffed but it hurt to do so.
“Bill, I’m not trying to sex you up.” Bill gave him a skeptical glance for that. “No, really. You’d probably sneeze on me if I tried.” Bill nodded miserably in agreement. He had already sneezed on Tom twice and his brother had been distinctly unhappy both times.
“Then why are you…?” Bill blushed a little, trying to explain with hand gestures why Tom’s petting may have come off as, well, sexy. Tom snorted.
“Well partly because I know you like it.” Bill stuck his tongue out at Tom’s smirk. “But also because you sounded weird sometimes when you were breathing, so I was trying to make it better.” Tom’s smile was entirely sincere and warm as Bill looked up at him from his lap and that on top of the fever - Bill felt certain he was going to melt soon.
“Okay.” He muttered, lying his head back down on Tom’s lap. He closed his eyes, ready to doze off, but nothing happened. And nothing happened. Finally he cracked an eye open and saw Tom looking back at him patiently. “Well? Make it better!”
This time Bill fell asleep in seconds while Tom head-scratched it better. And to his credit, Tom waited until he woke up an hour later feeling a bit better to pinch his ass.
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Title: Spoiled
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: Muuuushy.
Bill spoils his puppies, each in their own special way.
Every morning, Princess gets a bit of Bill’s breakfast. With the rest of the puppies he maintains a strict rule of “no people food”, but every morning Princess stays a little longer, looks at him with those sad eyes a little longer, and there goes a bit of scrambled eggs or toast. However, she’s also the one that sticks with him even when the food is gone, so he thinks it’s a fair trade.
Nova and Scotty go to a spa every month. When Bill first told Tom that he was sending them to a doggy spa, Tom gave him a look if indignant horror. However, when he saw the other dogs there being groomed, being pet and cajoled by every “pethetician” and then having the time of their life in the pool and play yard with a dozen other dogs, well, he caved just about as quickly as Bill did. And Tom would never admit it, but he loved walking them around the day after, the pair of German pointers looking sleeker and faster than any car the twins could ever own.
Baby was, well, just that. As a puppy he had been a little too small for Bill to feel comfortable letting him run between people’s legs, way down on the ground, so he had carried him everywhere. Once he was full-grown Bill had tried to wean him into walking when others were around, but every time Baby just looked up at him like he was doing something very perplexing and silly until Bill picked him up. Bill had wondered for a long time why Baby was so adamant until one day he caught Tom carrying Baby just about everywhere when Bill wasn’t looking.
And his last puppy he spoiled about as much as one can spoil anything. He gave Tom secret little kisses every chance and when he didn’t, Tom usually came looking for them anyway. Bill would lie with him on the couch, gently petting and rubbing in between cornrows while they watched movies. Bill was always bringing home surprises of sour candy or shoes to finally match that one sweater or maybe just way more kisses.
But all of that was totally okay, because as Bill lay in bed, Tom’s arms wrapped around him behind and sleepily placing kisses on the back of Bill’s neck, their four puppies all snuggled in the remaining pillows and blanket, Bill was quite certain he was the most spoiled of all.
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Title: Vegetables
Pairing: Implied Twins/Andrej
Notes: Part 1 of the "pseudoblu Is Very Convincing" series ;)
“Is that a vegetable?” Bill scrutinized the bowl that had just been placed in front of him. A glance over to Tom proved unhelpful, as his twin was looking at it just as suspiciously.
“Not in the slightest!” The blond young man quirked such a innocent smile at Bill that he knew with complete certainty that Andrej was lying.
“Then what’s in it?” This time it was Tom who raised the query, narrowing his eyes at the steaming helping of…something. Andrej stepped out of their view, into the kitchen for a moment, coming back with rice and more utensils.
“Things that taste good.” He said this like it was actually giving them information and they both just watched him carefully. Andrej looked up and rolled his eyes at their hesitance. “Were you this much trouble when you were kids?”
“Yes.” Bill and Tom answered simultaneously, feeling no shame whatsoever. Andrej glanced at them for a few moments quietly, thinking, and then very decidedly changing tactics. He walked over to where Tom was sitting, leaning a hip against the table and straightening himself up so that his shirt rode up just a little. He ducked his head, letting a section of long, blond hair fall forward as he caught Tom’s eye.
“Tom. Would you please try some of the food I made?” Andrej bit at one of his lips, almost shyly, holding Tom’s eye contact until Tom finally cracked. He nodded dazedly, giving Bill a quick look of apology before grabbing a spoon right then and trying the food. Immediately, he moaned lowly through the mouthful.
“Bill, this is so good, you have to try it.” He sat forward, ready to dig right in and Bill looked back the food.
“But…but, vegetables?” But when he looked up, he saw Andrej looking at Tom with a smile so demure and sincere that Bill wanted it directed at him instead. Well, and Tom too. But mostly Bill. “Okay, fine.” So he tried the food.
Oh. Oh. It was good. Bill couldn’t help making the same low moan as Tom. It was just a little spicy and so rich and savoury and Bill was pretty sure his brain was melting a little. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes until he opened them and saw Andrej grinning at him and his cheeks were maybe just a little pink and Bill thought for a second that he might even be willing to eat broccoli if it meant Andrej looking at him like that.
“Oh shit, the wine. Be right back.” Andrej quickly disappeared into the kitchen again, coming out with glasses and a bottle of wine. As he poured slowly into the three glasses, Bill was fairly sure that Andrej was explaining the wine - its year and qualities or something because Andrej had infinite knowledge of interesting conversation topics - but he was distracted entirely as he watched Andrej’s slender fingers trail down the bottle or around the stem of the glass. He only came back to attention when he felt Andrej’s little hip bump against his arm.
“Here’s yours.” Andrej bent over a little to place the glass down, in the process brushing a light kiss against Bill’s temple that made him grin like he’d won the lottery. “Thanks for giving it a chance.” Bill heard the shift in tone - there was something more meant by that, and he reached over to squeeze Andrej’s hands - just slightly more delicate than Bill’s.
“It was worth it.” He quirked an eyebrow at Andrej, hoping he heard the same meaning too.
“Hey! I gave the food the chance too!” Tom made woobie eyes at the two of them and Andrej paused, looking a little sheepish, to his credit.
“You’re absolutely right.” With a step Andrej was over by Tom and gave him a little kiss to the cheek as well. Bill hoped he didn’t look as doe-eyed as Tom did at that moment, but had a feeling he did anyway.
As the three of them continued eating, the wine being finished and the mood of the evening changing as more and more lingering, heated looks were exchanged, Bill almost forgot.
“Andrej, so, what vegetables are in this?” They were nearly finished and every bite had been amazing, so Bill was no longer worried to hear. Andrej looked at him with wide eyes.
“None! It’s butter chicken, except, well, with tofu.” Bill gaped at him.
“But you said-“ Bill paused. Andrej had said there weren’t any vegetables in it.
The blond merely gave him a little wink.
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Title: Wooly Sheep
Pairing: Bill/Georg
Notes: Part 2 of "I Cannot Resist pseudoblu 's Ways" series
Bill shook his hair out of the beanie as he stepped into his darkened bedroom. Some days in LA were great - him and Tom really got things done, coming up with ideas and melodies and recording for hours on end. Other days, like today, turned Bill into a surly, snippy creature; dealing with bureaucratic bullshit always made him cranky.
Thus it was with great relief when he opened his laptop and saw a certain someone online and available. Not minutes later, his laptop was chirping with a call.
“Good morning sunshine!” Georg gave a silly wave at the camera once the camera blinked to life, stopping to wipe blearily at his face. Georg had never been a morning person, but when Bill moved to LA he claimed to be a changed being - which was a complete lie, but Bill appreciated it.
“Morning, handsome.” Bill snorted at Georg’s frown, but he meant it. Georg’s hair was wavy and uneven, eyes puffy from sleep, and he was in his faded, favourite pyjamas, and yet he was still the best part of Bill’s day- any day.
“Hey! I heard bedhead was in fashion now. Come on Bill, gotta keep up.” That came with a wink that sent butterflies through Bill’s belly, despite thousands of miles and quite a few hour’s distance between them. The evening darkness was a reminder to Bill of that and he felt his smile drop for a moment. Georg caught it and the frown was real this time. “Tough day?”
Bill nodded. “The usual assholes.” He waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to go through it all again. “How were things at the studio? Did you guys get our files?” Bill and Tom were constantly sending things over for Georg and Gustav to get a feel for, seeing which ones they could work with or liked.
“Didn’t go yesterday.”
“What, why?” Bill tilted his head, confused. Georg and Gustav were the more consistent of the band, by far. Skipping work wasn’t their thing.
“Didn’t want Gustav to tease me all day.” Georg shrugged, but a smile was growing on his face.
“What? What for?” Bill was even more confused, though he was getting suspicious of that smirk.
“One sec.” Georg walked out of the camera’s view for a few minutes and Bill could hear only hear the faint crackle of the connection. When Georg came back, he had a guitar in hand. Bill’s eyes widened - Georg knew how to play but was significantly happier and more at ease with his bass, so the guitar he had was more for the sake of Tom when he came over. “I made you a really stupid song and you’re going to love it; Gustav thinks it may be the worst thing he’s ever heard.”
Bill’s stared in shock, completely speechless, as he watched Georg pick carefully at a few strings, head ducked as he figured out the beat. When he began strumming out the melody, Bill wondered what he had been talking about - it sounded nice, kind of upbeat and fast.
And then Georg started singing.
Bill’s jaw dropped more and more as he caught the lyrics - things about him being the shiniest star, the prettiest bird, the busiest bee of them all - and it only got worse. Georg’s voice cracked wildly in a few places and Bill wasn’t sure if he was off-key because he couldn’t quite tell what notes he was trying to hit anyway. And Bill couldn’t help it, when Georg sung so passionately about “the wooliest sheep”, he started laughing, laughing harder and harder as Georg made a face like he was singing the most achingly meaningful song ever.
Finally the song came to an end with Bill still shaking with giggles, lying on his side, though still in view of the camera, because he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. The last few chords Georg strummed came slowly, with the line, ”and you’re the very best boyfriend of all,” and Bill would forever deny his watery eyes being due to anything other than laughing so hard.
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Title: All the Way Up There
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Notes: I won't lie, this entirely based on one photo.
Tom loves kissing Bill.
Technically, the first time he realized this was around the age of four when he kissed Bill on the head, but he doesn’t count that (even though he loved it then too). The first time he really realized it was when they were fourteen and Bill was asking about what to do with girls and Tom got a little mad at the thought of any girl going near his brother, but it’s his job as older brother to explain these things well, so he kissed Bill like he’d kiss a girl. Except it was way better than any time he’d kissed one of the older teens they hung out with and he really didn’t know why.
But he really liked it.
So it wasn’t even a month later when he inquired about how Bill was doing with kissing and Bill said, “I don’t get it yet,” so Tom obviously had to show him again. Tom had a feeling Bill was lying a bit about not getting it, because he was pretty sure Bill hadn’t learned how to kiss like that from Tom. After a couple times, Bill finally admitted, completely embarrassed, that he liked kissing Tom more than he liked kissing anyone else (though he hadn’t tried kissing many people, but he still felt sure) and Tom was relieved.
It would take a few more years for them to figure out that it was kind of impossible for them to not prefer each other over everyone else by a wide margin - a few more years, quite a few yelling matches, and even more hugs afterward.
A problem had arisen for Tom with this, however, because Tom really loved kissing Bill - everywhere.
When Bill was really excited - truly happy, smiling as wide as his face would let - a little vein bumped up just by his brows, almost invisible to anyone who didn’t know Bill’s face like their own, but every time Bill was that joyful, Tom kissed right there.
Most nights they slept cuddled together with Bill using some part of Tom as a pillow, but occasionally Tom woke up first, head resting on Bill’s arm as it carefully wrapped around him. He just needed to turn his head a little and he could kiss the soft skin right at Bill’s elbow.
Tom loved kissing the little bumps right at the top of Bill’s shoulders, slipping his fingers under the strap of the tank top so he could keep kissing the smooth line all the way to his jaw.
Sometimes when Bill was cuddled up to Tom on the rare lazy afternoon, just starting to doze off, Tom got the chance to pull up a hand and kiss every knuckle and all the tips of Bill’s fingers.
One day, however, Bill called Tom on this. They had just gotten home from a particularly successful day of recording, which always got Bill upbeat and excited, and a sneaky poke to Tom’s side had turned into tickling, kissing, and Tom had just been nipping and sucking at the pale skin on Bill’s delicate neck when Bill pulled back.
“Tom.” Despite his flushed appearance and slightly wet, pink lips, Bill managed to look a little irritated. “Kisses. I want kisses.” This statement puzzled Tom, because he was certain that was precisely what he had been doing, and Bill seemed to catch Tom’s bemusement if his roll of the eyes was any evidence. “Mouth kisses. Kisses. On my mouth. Remember?”
Ohhh. Tom had the grace to be a little sheepish, promptly pecking Bill on the lips before spinning him around so that Bill was most definitely on his back, underneath Tom.
“I can’t help it.” Tom grinned at Bill, leaning down to nose at his hairline, pressing his lips to Bill’s temple, his cheekbone, and back to his lips again.
Bill was definitely looking less irate, cheeks pinking as Tom moved over again, kissing the slightly pointed tips of Bill’s ears, down to the earlobe and again, back to Bill’s mouth. “How’s that?” Bill was clearly trying to sound determined but the last syllable had been more a groan than anything. Tom pulled back again, shrugging as best he could while propped up over his twin.
“Every part of you is so special. How can I not?” Before Bill could criticize that mushy statement when Tom was quite anti-mushy, Tom pressed another deep kiss to Bill, tasting every corner of Bill’s mouth and sharing air until they both pulled away, breathless. Tom grinned a little bit too wide this time. “But, you know, if you don’t like it all, I can just stop.”
Bill groaned, reaching up and trying to swat at Tom, but Tom caught the hand and pressed a kiss to the palm with a small, adoring on his face.
Bill didn’t have a single complaint this time.
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Well, there you go. Six = spam, right? >_> (Oh my god, it took me two hours to format this. LJ kept eating my cut tags and then adding a gajillion bold tags everywhere. It was a nightmare jfc. BUT SO WORTH IT.)