8820! Best friend sibling AU!
"I hate you," Brandon says, falling onto Jackie’s bed and burying his face between the zebra-print pillows she insists on using. "You are the worst best friend ever."
Jacks is cracking up, the evil little backstabber. “Oh, don’t put it on me.”
"You could have warned me,” Brandon says, turning his head slightly to enunciate better. “You could have let me know that your super-hot college brother was home early for Thanksgiving break, so I could have prepared myself to walk into your kitchen and see him standing there with no shirt!”
"Okay, A," Jackie says, "you’re talking about my brother here, that’s just gross. And B, you were the one who literally just telling me that there were ‘No, I repeat, NO eligible boys at East Ridge High School, Jacqueline, this is a travesty,’ and C — actually, C, since when are you using our English vocab words in sentences? Are you trying to be, like, an intellectual or something?”
"What?" he asks. "I can use words like travesty if I want, screw you."
She rolls her eyes at him. “Anyway, D, this is the funniest thing to ever happen to me, why would I have warned you?”
"I spilled coffee on him,” Brandon says, going back to his earlier strategy of burying his head in the stupid pillows. I hate you. My life is over. I’m going to die of embarrassment and you’re just going to laugh.”
"I’ll say something nice at your funeral," Jacks tells him. She sits down on the edge of the bed and pats his back consolingly. "If it’s any consolation, me and Jess and Erica don’t mind that you spilled coffee on him. He gets a big head sometimes, it’s good to, y’know, mess with him occasionally."
Brandon groans. “For you, maybe.”
There’s a knock on the bedroom door. “What?!” Jackie yells.
"Mom wanted to know if you and Brandon want a snack." It’s Patrick’s voice. Brandon flushes, pulling one of the pillows over his head.
The door opens. “She has stuff to make pumpkin oatmeal cookies,” Patrick says, “but there’s other snack food in the pantry.” There’s a brief pause. “Uh, are you okay, Brandon?”
Brandon makes a face, then pulls his head out from his nest of pillows. “Yeah,” he says. Patrick is wearing a thin pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that highlights the muscle in his arms. Brandon knows his face is bright red. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
"Cookies, I think," Jacks says. There’s laughter in her voice. Brandon is going to … steal her AP Calc homework and hide it, or something terrible like that. She’s the worst. "Here, we’ll come help make them if you help too, Pat."
"Sure," Patrick says easily.
Brandon glares at Jackie. You’re asking for it, he mouths at her. She just grins, wide and unrepentant.
It is on.
EM. YOU CANNOT LEAVE IT HERE AND ME TO WONDER!!! What happens next?!?
YOU ARE A MENACE. Ummmm clearly Brandon spends every holiday that year completely flustered, and spends the time in between holidays wishing he was even, like, a year older? If he was going to be graduating high school instead of finishing his junior year, he could have a reason to talk to Patrick, ask him things about college without seeming like such a totally lame KID. But he’s in that self-conscious-seventeen-year-old phase and so he doesn’t really talk to Patrick at all, just goes bright red every time Patrick is home, and Patrick doesn’t really think about Brandon at all, other than as his littlest sister’s kind of shy bff, but then — BUT THEN! Another year passes, and Brandon grows up a little more, and by the time June rolls around he looks a little more like a man than a boy, and Patrick’s home for Jackie’s graduation and he sees Brandon and looks at him consideringly, like: huh, this kid has *potential.*
But they’re headed different places, and Patrick isn’t, you know, really interested in going out with a teenager, even one who looks like he’s going to grow up good, and they slip past each other again,
but they keep coming home for holidays, and every once in a while over the summer,
and Brandon isn’t, like, pining, or whatever, but. Well. He just thinks Patrick is … pretty great. And they hang out more, now that they are on more even ground.
And maybe the year Brandon turns 21 Patrick takes him out for drinks when they’re home over Thanksgiving — ostensibly just to rub it in Jackie’s face that she won’t be legal for another two months — and Brandon gets tipsy enough that he gets a little flirty?
And Patrick is like: WELL. OKAY THEN. He looks at Brandon and thinks about how much he’s grown up since he was a 17-year-old kid doing math homework with Jacks at the Kanes’ kitchen table. Thinks about how Brandon did, in fact, grow up pretty good. Says: tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but, uh. You want to get out of here?
AND THEN you know what happens next.
THIS IS PERFECT OMG
The cutest kitten gifs ever on tumblr
do not do this to my frail and mortal being
Number 4 just brought me such intense happiness
Oh my god I just can’t
tiny kittens for zoe
oh wow they are so little
I NEED A KITTEN. I haven’t had a kitten for 17 years because my kitten grew up and then I adopted an adult cat and I NEED KITTEN.
Either you were there for the Cassandra Claire controversy, or you have to have it explained to you.
Seriously every time someone talks about how awful and ridiculous and over the top full of conflict fandom is “these days” I … assume they’re new here, or weren’t paying attention.
Okay yes you got me.
I did indeed start identifying as asexual because I’m on Tumblr.
And you know what.
If I wasn’t on Tumblr, if this website hadn’t taught me that wonderful little word, I would still be identifying as what I did before Tumblr.
Would you like me to tell you what that word was?
- HYE have you ever?
- FMK fuck marry kill
- KHC kiss hug cuddle
- NML a night, a month or for life?
- AMA ask me anything
- HON hot or not?
- WWY well would you?
- WYR would you rather?
- TOD truth or dare?
- SMW ship me with?
- TOT this or that?
- WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others — specify)