VALENTINE'S DAY FIC FEST:

[mayqueen517]

DO YOU HAVE THE URGE TO WRITE CUDDLING FIC ABOUT BOYS AND GIRLS IN BANDS? AND SCHMOOP? AND OTHER ADORABLENESS? (And about Nicole Anderson cuddling with every band person ever? 'cause that'd be great.) (Also, Kevin Jonas. What?)

THEN, BOY DO I HAVE A FIC FEST FOR YOU!

Same as any other fic fest, prompt and fill whatever prompts catch your eye. And HAVE FUN.

And LOOK, I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU TO LINK BACK TO:


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Happy Valentine's Day!

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[seratonation.livejournal.com]

I HAVE THE URGE TO WRITE

ill just hang around here till a prompt grabs at my attention, and ill be staring at my own fic sadly in the meanwhile

and i guess, since im here, how about something with ryan ross hating the idea of celebrating love on just one day of the year, on a 'holiday' created by greeting cards and florists to make money.

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

Brendon/Nicole/Spencer "Actually, my only goal right now is to spend an entire 24 hours in this bed."

IDK? Sorry if it's not what you wanted.

[sullen-hearts.livejournal.com]

"Do you see that ass?"

"I do, I really do."

"Best ass in the business and it's in MY band, you know?"

"I'm jealous, I am so jealous," Nicole sighs.

"I am still here, you know," Brendon says.

"Ass in the air, yeah." Spencer throws a sock at him. It bounces off.

"Looking for something." Brendon scrabbles in his case, abandoned at the bottom of the bed. They'd arrived in the hotel 8 hours previously, exhausted, and haven't bothered to unpack. In fact, Spencer isn't sure he will at all. They've got precisely 53 hours to be together and who wants to waste it making sure your shirts are smoothed? He and Brendon and the others are heading to Japan and Spencer's not sure when they'll see Nicole again.

She's leaning up on one elbow, butt naked, tracing patterns on the sheet underneath her. She looks tired, a little worried.

"Hey, sweetie," Spencer says, and lifts himself up on his elbow to look at her. "What's up?"

"I miss you is all. Both of you."

"We miss you too," Spencer says. "All the time."

"But it's okay for you guys, you have each other."

"Sure, but we're working when we're together, it's not the same."

"I know. I know, Spence. You say this every time."

"It's never-" Spencer begins but Brendon has found his phone charger and is grinning widely. He reaches over to plug it in and connect up his phone, then arrives with a bounce on the end of the bed, still grinning.

"So what were we talking about?"

"Your ass!" Nicole says, pulling him closer to her. He complies willingly, kissing her shoulders and lips. Spencer scooches closer too, wanting to touch.

*

Six hours later after more sex and kisses than Spencer could possibly count, Nicole sits up, throws off the sheets and strides over to the windows. She throws the curtains open. "There. Sunshine."

"Oh my god," Brendon groans, and hides his head under the pillow.

"You can't both just hide in here forever."

"We can," Spencer says, but he takes her point and goes to take a shower. Nicole follows him and chats as he showers, then gets in after him. He shaves in the basin, half-watching her wash her hair and body. He hands her a fluffy clean towel when she steps out, and they both go back into the bedroom. Brendon is asleep, stretched out naked with the sun spilling on him, like a cat.

"Are you hungry?" Nicole asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the room service menu in her hand.

"Starved. What should we order?"

"Some of everything?"

Spencer laughs. "Sounds good, very good."

She swats his ass lightly as he gets dry, picking up the phone to call down. She really does order one of everything, and enough Diet Coke to last a week. Spencer's stomach growls and he throws on sweatpants and a cosy shirt. Nicole slips on the free robe and sits right in the middle of the pillows, humming softly, her eyes on Spencer as he picks up a little.

Brendon rouses next to her eventually. She strokes his hair absently. "Feed me."

"It's on its way, honey," Nicole says soothingly, looking down at him. Brendon practically purrs. Spencer finds it amazing how stressed Brendon can get and how easily it's undone by her, their girl, almost as soon as they meet up.

"Hey," Spencer says and they both look up at him, pretty mouths smiling, eyes happy. Spencer smiles back and he finally feels relaxed too. "I want in on this epic cuddle."

Nicole pats the bed next to her. "It's all yours, sweetie."

There's a knock on the door. "Hold that thought," Spencer says, and goes to the door where he relieves the bell boy of a very laden trolley.

When he wheels it through Brendon is wearing yoga pants and sitting up, ready for food. "Hey Spencer, we gotta have a goal with all this. At least three bites of EVERYTHING."

"I like your challenge," Spencer says, handing him a plate of fries and the mayonnaise. "But actually my only goal right now is to spend the entire next 24 hours in this bed."

Re: IDK? Sorry if it's not what you wanted.

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

omg that is the most adorable. HEARTS IN MY EYES FOREVER you are the BEST.

Re: IDK? Sorry if it's not what you wanted.

[sullen-hearts.livejournal.com]

Oh thank you so much, what a lovely comment :)

I love happy, settled, romantic 3somes, they are my faaaavourites.

Re: IDK? Sorry if it's not what you wanted.

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

♥

Re: IDK? Sorry if it's not what you wanted.

[sullen-hearts.livejournal.com]

:)

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

Nicole - cuddle!pollen (yep, just like sex pollen but instead of sex she craves cuddles)

skippy - rainy sunday afternoons (got no mind to worry)

bden - touch-starved

nicole or macy, girl!slash -- with you everything is perfect

skippy - know your thoughts with a touch

nic/bden/spencer - make it up to you

nic/bden/spencer - 'i'm a body paint artiste'

and i'm sure i'll be back with more later
(reads this: my interests, let me show you how relevant they are!)

cuddle pollen 1/2

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

"Your fans are pretty great," Nicole says, happily munching on a cookie. "Like, if the food is this good, I'm totally okay being a golddigging band whore or whatever they think I am this week."

She is, rightly, pretty startled when Spencer smacks the remaining half cookie out of her hand and flings the tupperware she'd been eating them out of across the room.

"I know, I know Zack gave you The Talk," he says, glaring at the cookies even though he's talking to Nicole.

"They're cookies, you fucking psycho," she says, and pouts at him until he rolls his eyes and cuddles her. "Delicious cookies."

"Whatever. Let someone know if you start feeling sick, or weird, or something, okay?"

"Cookies, Spencer," she repeats, and burrows in against his side. "Just cookies."

*

Nicole wakes up to Brendon shaking her shoulder, looking down at her with concern. "Hey, hey, bad dream?"

"Huh?"

"You were shaking, I dunno."

Nicole just shrugs. She's itchy, ugh, she hates these fucking bus couches, itchy all over and her skin feels tight. And she needs a hug, good fucking God does she need a hug. Maybe she did have a bad dream.

"Cuddles?"

Brendon just shrugs and bundles onto the couch with her, wriggling until he's under the quilt and pressed all against her side. "Cuddles, totally," he says, because Brendon is the best.

*

Nicole needs a hug. Nicole needs so many hugs, what the fuck, it's like a big blinking neon sign in her head - CUDDLES! CUDDLES! CUDDLES! The thing is, Brendon's still napping next to her, and he's got her all wrapped up in one of those full-body awesome hugs that are the reason napping with him is almost better than napping with her actual boyfriend.

"Cuddles," she says, which, no, she actually meant to say no, brain, I have cuddles, I don't need more. "Cuddles."

Nicole blinks. There's something wrong, she tries to say, but it just comes out as a nervous "cuddles."

"You have cuddles, greedy," Dallon says from the other couch.

"Cuddles," she says again, instead of I know, but something's wrong. Dallon is both the worst and best person in the world, because instead of getting up to go find Spencer and tell him his girlfriend's acting weird, he just helps her wriggle Brendon around until they're half-sitting up and Dallon can curl up against Nicole's other side.

cuddle pollen 2/2

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

"You look...cozy," Ian says.

"Cuddles," is all Nicole can say back. Ian shrugs and sits on the floor in front of the couch, tilts his head back to rest against her leg.

*

Spencer's doing that thing where he finds something really adorable, but he doesn't want to, so he makes this kind of grimacey face and pretends he's annoyed.

"This is why I can't find anyone to play Mario Kart with?"

"Cuddles," Nicole says, I didn't mean to steal everyone but something's wrong and no one's listening and I can't say anything else. "Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles."

Spencer's brow furrows. "Nic?"

"Cuddles," she says again, and she wants to keep the distress out of her voice because Spencer worries and she can't exactly reassure him right now.

"Shit," he says, "the fucking - this is why Zack says not to eat the food, Nicole, Jesus."

He reaches in and wraps his arms around her, tugs her loose from the pile of his napping bandmates and lifts her up. Normally it's really super hot the way he carries her around, and also kind of super adorable and super romantic. Right now, though, her entire body starts itching the second they're not all touching her.

"Cuddles! Cuddles," she says, starts wriggling so he'll drop her and she can climb back onto the couch.

"I know, shh, I know, I'm just gonna take you to the back lounge so we can all cuddle you, okay?"

"Cuddles."

"I'm gonna take that as an 'okay, Spencer, you're so wise'," he says, and shakes the other three awake so they can join the cuddle party in the back.

*

Nicole wakes up sticky with sweat, curled up close to Spencer with Dallon draped over her back and Brendon and Ian's heads pillowed on her legs. It's like sleeping in a pile of puppies. Puppies who smell like they're all as sweaty as Nicole, why didn't someone turn the heat down.

"Feeling better?" Spencer asks, combing his fingers through her hair and obviously trying not to look as worried as he is.

"I think so, yeah," she says, and oh, awesome, words.

"Good," he says, kisses her softly.

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[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Amazing prompt and amazing fill and HI, FAVORITE, YES. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

AWWWWW!!! MY FACE, LET ME SHOW IT TO YOU :DDDDDDDD

CUDDLES! ~pets Nic~

I love how everyone just goes 'cuddles? sure, okay'

♥ times infinity

make it up to you

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

"Well this is a Hell of a fucking time to cancel on me," Nicole snaps.

"Oh, sorry, you're right, this probably wasn't the best time to give Chloe chicken pox, because I totally did that on purpose."

Nicole sighs, sits down on the bed and pulls a pillow over to wrap around. "Sorry, I know, just...sorry."

"I would gladly give Dallon chicken pox to be able to come out there," Brendon says, "But Breezy might kill me, and I'm no use to you dead."

"You're not much use to me alive," Nicole says, tries to sound a lot more lighthearted than she feels. She's not - 99% of the time, she's fine spending half the year living alone in charming apartments while she films on location and keeps the bills paid so Brendon can be the stay at home dad he so loves being, so Spencer can worry more about enjoying himself than doing what makes money. And she's not even a big Valentine's day person, just, they promised, and she's been looking forward to it.

"Spencer's still coming," Brendon says, so gently she thinks she probably failed at sounding happy. "You two have your romantic Parisian weekend, it'll be awesome."

"You don't - he can stay with you, I don't - " Brendon has a lot harder time being alone than Nicole does. Brendon is also the kind of person who puts a lot of stock in Valentine's Day.

"I'm good, I've got a date with two of the three prettiest girls in the world. You two have your fun, and I promise I'll make this up to you."

"I'll make it up to you," Nicole counters.

*

The thing is, Nicole's kind of a paparazzi target, and she's publicly married to Brendon, so she and Spencer can't even go out without fueling a bunch of ugly rumors they all try to keep at bay. But it's okay, it's fine, it's not the weekend she was promised nor the one she was looking forward to, but she and Spencer fuck on every surface in the tiny apartment and for three straight mornings Nicole gets to wake up next to someone she loves.

There are fucking paparazzi at the fucking airport, so Spencer can't kiss her goodbye. Nicole handles it, because she always handles it, and goes home to nap on the pillow that smells like Spencer's shampoo.

*

Nicole films for another month and a half, and takes the first flight she can after they wrap for good instead of getting a night's sleep beforehand. She calls Dallon from the airport, because he totally owes her one - who the fuck didn't have chicken pox as a kid, what the fuck - and he laughs the entire time they're scheming. That should have been Nicole's first clue, maybe.

Still, she doesn't figure it out until Breezy's dropped her off at the house and helped her climb in through the window. Brendon and Spencer, instead of being out of the house like Dallon promised, are cuddled up in the bed, naked, surrounded by tacky Valentine's Day bears and roses.

"What the fuck?"

"You - why - you, uh, did you forget we have a front door?"

Nicole just blinks at them, because, what.

"This is - there was a scavenger hunt. Which you would have known if you came in the front door."

"I didn't want you to know I was here, I was gonna surprise you."

"It was a really cool scavenger hunt," Brendon says, pouting so cutely Nicole doesn't bother to point out how cool her idea was, just tugs off her clothes and leaps to join them on the bed.

Re: make it up to you

[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD, SCAVENGER HUNT, OH MY GOD, THAT IS AMAZING.

AND ADORABLE, OH GOD, SO ADORABLE.

♥_______________________♥

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[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

there are post-it notes at nicole eye level all over the house, okay, it was a great idea, they kept leading her to presents

also to condoms and lube, which they kind of need, spencer do you remember where those are?

...i, uh, guess we all get to do the scavenger hunt

Re: make it up to you

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

♥

Hi wonderful lady of Nicole-awesomeness! Hi!

Re: make it up to you

[hector-rashbaum.livejournal.com]

all your prompts are belong to me!

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

Brendon+a fluffy valentine's day bear

watching animated films on V-day(Brendon/anyone)

Brendon the cuddle ninja

how to woo a prince 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

In hindsight, Spencer realized the Disney compilation cd should have been a clue. Brendon was energetic and enthusiastic about all things Disney, but he generally wasn't suicidal.



Brendon is already in the backseat of the car, when Ryan picks Spencer up from school. When Spencer slides into the passenger seat there’s a commercial playing on the radio station--since when did Ryan listen to the radio?-- and Spencer goes to play whatever cd is currently in rotation.

“Don’t--” Ryan moves to abort the action, but it’s took late. Sha-lalalalala, do what the music say, you gotta kiss the girl, explodes from the speakers, before Ryan hastily shuts its off.

“Disney?” Spencer doesn’t even bother hiding his laughter. “Is Brendon rubbing off on you?”

Brendon grins unrepentantly from the backseat, “Hey! It’s a perfectly valid music choice Spencer Smith. You know you want to sha-lalala kiss me!”

Ryan scowls, and presses on the gas pedal, throwing Spencer and Brendon against their seats as he peels out of the school parking-lot.




Spencer finds the crown in his backpack, carefully placed between his statistics book and sheet music. It’s nothing special, a cardboard cut-out of a crown that could be found at any fast food chain, but on the inside, in black permanent marker is written once upon a dream.

Weird, Spencer thinks, placing it back in his bag, I must have picked it up by mistake.




Spencer still isn’t sure what is going on. He tried to ask, once, at the very beginning of practice, but Ryan had sent him a particularly venomous look--Sit down, shut-up and play, Spence.

"You're longing, you're pining, the love of your life is somewhere out there and you don't know where. Seriously, Brendon, you need to make the emotion more explicit," Ryan argues, stepping into Brendon's personal space and using grand arm gestures..

Brendon rolls his eyes and cards a hand through his hair, "I am fucking longing, Ross. I'm waiting for my damn prince, how much more explicit can that be?"

"What will you do if the prince never returns? What will you do if the prince falls in love with someone else?" Ryan's voice rises, echoing off the the ceiling of the garage. “What if the prince decides he wants to cuddle with someone else?”

"Um, guys?" Brent's voice breaks Ryan's tirade. "It’s just a Disney song."

“That doesn’t mean it can’t gave emotions,” Ryan snapped and Spencer blinked because was Ryan actually getting defensive over commercial music? “Besides, we can make it better,” he added, pointing one lean finger in Brendon’s direction, “Sing.”

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[(Anonymous)]

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Spencer murmurs, pressing a kiss against Brendon’s temple. In the background, the television screen is playing the third Disney film of the night. “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, of course!” Brendon had said earlier, inserting the dvd. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to use Pocahontas to woo you, even though you aren't a John Smith at all.”

His friends my be certifiable insane, Spencer thinks, his cardboard crown lost between the couch cushions, and Brendon a warm, solid weight against him, but at least they got the title right.

When the prince of my dreams comes to me

He'll whisper I love you

And steal a kiss or two

Re: how to woo a prince 2/2 (with correct html!)

[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes, if he tries really hard, Spencer can remember a time in pre-school, before he became friends with Ryan Ross, when Valentine’s Day was not a big deal.

“I don’t you need to schedule my night,” Spencer says. Five hours ago this was amusing, but now he is starting to get pissed. Ryan is getting ready for his date, carefully applying the last line of eyeliner, before meeting Spencer’s glare in the mirror.

“Yes, you do,” he says simply, infuriatingly smug.

“Ryan--” It’s difficult to seem menacing while lying on a bed, but Spencer tries. Ryan doesn’t seem threatened at all.

“Go over to Brendon’s, Spencer.” Ryan says, checking his back pocket for his wallet, before making to leave the room. He pauses in the doorframe, smirking as he carelessly tosses out, “Oh, and don’t forget to wear your crown.”

Spencer sits up, but Ryan has already disappeared from view. “Ryan? Ryan! How do you know about that? I never told you.”



“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Spencer murmurs, pressing a kiss against Brendon’s temple. In the background, the television screen is playing the third Disney film of the night. “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, of course!” Brendon had said earlier, inserting the dvd. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to use Pocahontas to woo you, even though you aren't a John Smith at all.”

His friends my be certifiable insane, Spencer thinks, his cardboard crown lost between the couch cushions, and Brendon a warm, solid weight against him, but at least they got the title right.

When the prince of my dreams comes to me

He'll whisper I love you

And steal a kiss or two

Re: how to woo a prince 2/2 (with correct html!)

[akire-yta.livejournal.com]

dear anon

♥

~aki

Re: how to woo a prince 2/2 (with correct html!)

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

OOOOOOOSSSSS

*tackle hug*

dude soooo sweeeeetttttt and awesome :D:D:D:D:D:D:D

[anothersadsong.livejournal.com]

lol. lauren/sean, make a bad day better.

[sullen-hearts.livejournal.com]

Mike/Kevin, Kevin's hair?