Love Is A Battlefield: The 10 Song Drabbles Meme
Title: Love Is A Battlefield: The 10 Song Drabbles Meme
Author:
a_dreamwithin
Rating: PG to light R
Pairing: (2) Brendon/Ryan, (2) Brendon/Shane, (1) Brendon/Jon, (1) Brendon/Alex DeLeon, (3) Gabe/William, (1) Nate/Alex.
Warnings: Light swearing, one mention of drug use and a scantily clad Brendon Urie
Disclaimer: Not real, not real, not real! All song titles and lyrics belong to their respective owners. I do wish I'd written them though
Author's Note: I may or may not have cheated a tiny bit with this, but who doesn't. Right?...right? Thanks to my love and beta technolustt and apologies to my f-list who my see this more than once
1. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At the Disco [127 words] Brendon/Ryan
Brendon trails his fingers down Ryan’s cheek, sliding through skin softened a little by sweat from the crowded club. “Come with me.”
Ryan looks hesitant, his hands splayed across the younger boys curvy hips, still dancing, swishing and gyrating to the beat. Brendon pulls Ryan closer until they’re sharing heartbeats.
“I’ll be the hottest fuck you’ve ever had.”
He leans in and glosses over Ryan’s lips in a breath of a kiss that leaves Ryan chasing his mouth for more, more touch, more heat, more feeling. Brendon hits a smile when he feels Ryan’s tongue sweep across his lips. Their bodies touch with electricity. Brendon pulls back and smiles fully.
He takes Ryan’s hand and steps away. Ryan follows.
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.
2. Chain Me Free - The Matches [235 words] Brendon/Shane
Brendon drives from ones side of the country to the other and back again. He picks up odd jobs, picking fruit, packing boxes, washing cars, busking. Anything that will keep his old beat-up van running, clothes on his back and food in his belly.
He drives for the endless skies and says he wants to see the stars. He never knows where he’s going and so just keeps on moving, one town to the next. First times always last times.
He sees new faces, smiles at new friends, whistles new songs. He plays piano in bars for the punters as long as there is a beer sitting next to him.
Girls with green eyes, blue eyes, blonde hair, curls, brunettes and red heads with roots showing, he smiles and they swoon. Boys with crew cuts, trucker hats and torn shirts wink at him; Brendon winks and tips his hat in return.
A tall boy, brown hair and freckles splashed across his nose with a soft Southern accent sitting by the side of the road with a camera in his hand sees the world tip on its axis. Someone to slow the fast times down, Shane smiles and they fall back in the foxglove.
They’re all drugged out and delirious, looking at the stars spinning above them.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Shane whispers. He kisses Brendon, and Brendon thinks his heart stops, just for a second.
3. Bounce - The Cab [182 words] Brendon/Alex Deleon
A gloved hand reached to push his curly hair out of his eyes while he sang. His white dress shirt and black waistcoat hugged tight to his body, clinging to his skeleton like there was nothing else on it.
A fire, an excitement that drove him, his hips snapped to the beat, his jeans slipped lower, showing more of his underwear, his boyfriend stood side stage biting his lip.
Alex turned and smirked, purposely tugging up his shirt to expose a sliver of pale skin on his tummy and promptly pulled it back down to the screams of delight in the crowd.
His boyfriend grinned and laughed. He got to see that skin, and more, every night. Alex was just a tease.
Alex shimmied, skipped and danced his way around the stage, barely standing still for a second, singing his heart into the microphone purposely lacing his voice with something sultry and almost slutty.
Alex caught Brendon’s gaze. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Alex sang right to him, innocently filthy lyrics spilling from his tongue about a mouth that moves...
4. Anthem for the Year 2000 - Silverchair [225 words] Brendon/Jon
The pair ducked instinctively as the ground exploded around them and the air rippled with bullets. Their feet slipped on unstable rock, they tripped and faltered but ran on, crouched double over themselves. They could barely see for all the dirt in the air and blood staining the sky a sickening red. Heartbeats and marching boots pounded in their ears.
They ran for the cliffs, for the narrow, barely-there gap that marked their passage to freedom. Their clasped hands gripped tighter as the sirens of war wailed.
“Run!” Ryan had screamed as his body crumpled. He’d given them precious seconds to flee.
The pair darted between boulders and mounds of unforgiving rock, the cliffs getting closer with each adrenaline-fuelled step.
They burst from cover into open air, the last few metres of open land until the cliffs swallowed them in and Spencer was there to catch them. More pairs of terrified eyes peered from ledges and crevices in the rock. Young men and women, displaced and broken.
“Ryan?” Spencer breathed.
Jon shook his head. Brendon clutched his hand tighter. A flicker of emotion, sadness, loss, crossed Spencer’s face before it hardened into a mask.
“We have to go.” Spencer turned and ran, leaping down the treacherous passageway.
Jon seized Brendon and kissed him, hard and fast, full of desperation. “I love you.”
“Run,” Brendon whispered.
5. Do You Feel the Same - Silverchair [184 words] Brendon/Ryan
Brendon’s linked hands pressed behind Ryan’s neck, catching in the soft curls of the older boys growing locks.
They swayed gently to the music of the half-empty bar, one of only a handful of couples on the space meant to be a dance floor. The din of other patrons talking, laughing, drinking was muffled in Brendon’s mind. All that registered was the hazel eyed enigma of a musician he held in his arms, desperate to stop him from falling.
The moon was covered over, masking a night that had once been clear and bright. Like Ryan. Once where he was open and free he was now detached, drifting so far into the abyss Brendon wasn’t sure where Ryan was anymore. Whether he was still with him. Whether Brendon’s love was enough for him.
Brendon gazed up at Ryan, drinking in the way the dim lights played over his skin, fell across the stubble on his jaw and cast shadows under his cheekbones. Ryan’s gaze was vacant, empty and cold.
He pressed his cheek to Ryan’s and closed his eyes, dreaming of Ryan coming back.
6. I Do - Placebo - [114 words] Gabe/William
Gabe watched from afar.
The way his soft waves of chestnut hair flounced around his shoulders.
The way he grinned, burst with laughter, smile lines came alive and sparkled though his eyes.
The way his lanky extremities seemed so detached from the rest of his body, but his movements were always so fluid.
The way he turned, searching through the throng of people until he saw Gabe behind them all.
The way he smiled then like Gabe was his perfect secret.
The way the golden band on his left ring finger glinted in the sunlight.
The way the golden band matched Gabe’s.
I wanna fall in love with you. I wanna say ‘I Do’.
7. Stranger Things Have Happened - Foo Fighters [260 words] Brendon/Shane
Shane sits on their porch swing, rocking back and forth lazily with a disintegrating cigarette dangling from his fingers. He waits for Brendon to come home.
Brendon, with his utterly self-indulgent piano and hibiscus tattoo. Brendon, with his head cluttered swirling melodies and his toes tapping out a beat.
Brendon, with his heart bursting open with love.
The haze of the afternoon clears, the sun sets and the temperature dips and still Shane waits, knowing Brendon will never come home.
“Dad?”
Their daughter peeps through the screen door, pushes it open and steps out onto the porch. She takes a seat next to Shane. “Smoking again?” she asks, and smiles knowingly. A crumpled packet lays forgotten on the deck, the cigarettes crushed inside.
Shane nearly smiles back but he shakes his head. “Couldn’t raise it to my lips.”
I am not alone dear loneliness, I forgot that I remember this.
“You okay?”
“I’m just missing your Dad, that’s all,” he sighs. The burnt out cigarette drops from his fingers to the ashtray below.
“Wanna play some guitar with me?” she suggests. She’s the splitting image of Brendon; of someone he’ll never see again, thick, dark hair with the barest hint of a wave in the glossy locks, deep brown eyes full of emotion and utter honesty.
Shane slides his arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple softly.
“Sure.” She leads the way back into their house. Shane pauses at the door and turns his head back as a warm breeze ripples past. “I love you,” he whispers to the air.
8. Raining All The Time - Kill Hannah [261 words] Gabe/William
Rain beat down against the window pane, loud and constant as Gabe cradled his love to his chest. Vented heating and a chequered blanket kept the pair cocooned in warmth
William’s skinny, porcelain fragile arms emerged from the blanket, hooked around Gabe’s neck and linked together, holding in fear of falling apart.
It had been raining for days, flooding the sidewalks and overflowing in gutters. It was cold and miserable and threw a damper over a bleak world.
Tears slipped down William’s face sadly. Just one phone call, to his parents of all people had torn his heart to pieces and Gabe did all he could to be the glue that would put him back together.
William trembled against him and Gabe hugged him closer, whispering Spanish poetry in his ear that could barely be heard over the relentless thumping of the rain. His voice was soft and sweet, dripping like honey. Gabe picked up William’s left hand and kissed the gold band on his finger.
William gulped back a fresh wave of tears and clutched onto Gabe’s hand. Words and emotions swirled around his mind in a whirlpool that recycled itself over and over. The pair of water-logged brown eyes that looked up at Gabe were filled with sadness and despair, broken hope and shattered dreams.
Gabe pushed his loves mousy curls away from the damp on his face and kissed his forehead tenderly. William tucked his head under Gabe’s chin, curling into the warm skin and wrapped himself in his husband’s affection.
Rain, and his torment, wouldn’t last forever.
9. Orphans - Jack’s Mannequin [181 words] Nate/Alex
“What are you doing?” Nate asked, peering out the window following Alex’s line of sight and seeing only the black night sky.
“Looking for a sign,” the older boy replied, sighing tiredly. His breath misted and faded on the glass with each exhale. He rubbed his eyes and continued staring beyond the gloomy grounds of the orphanage.
No-one came to collect them, no sign appeared for them. Years later, Nate would ask the same question.
“What are you doing?”
Alex reached out and squeezed the younger boys’ hand. “Looking for a sign.” Nate gripped tighter and sat down beside him, looking out into the twinkling city lights in the far distance. He shouldn’t have to search alone.
A sixteen year old Nate no longer asks what Alex is doing, just, “Have you found one?”, and sits beside him at the window.
Alex nods once. He traces the outline on the glass and Nate frowns in confusion.
“That’s my reflection.”
Alex looks up at him and smiles. “I know.”
Alex’s lips are soft and warm and remind him, he’s not an orphan.
10. I Only Hate You Cause I Have To - City Riots [158 words] Gabe/William
Gabe and William pressed against each other in the middle of a crowded house party dance floor and shifted to the beat. Hands flew everywhere, sliding down hips and up shirts.
They pretended to be oblivious to the outraged stares and dropped jaws of their senior year classmates. For the most part of high school Gabe Saporta and William Beckett had never been friends, sneering insults in the hallways and trading witty banter.
They only hated each other because it’s what they had to do to get along.
That they were in a relationship together was something that just would not be accepted readily, so impervious to the shock of their peers Gabe and William danced without a care in the world.
“God, what you do to me,” William laughed, tipping his head back as his hips moved in time with Gabe’s.
Gabe quirked a grin, teasing and cheeky. “Bilvy, you don’t even know the half of it.”
Author:
a_dreamwithin
Rating: PG to light R
Pairing: (2) Brendon/Ryan, (2) Brendon/Shane, (1) Brendon/Jon, (1) Brendon/Alex DeLeon, (3) Gabe/William, (1) Nate/Alex.
Warnings: Light swearing, one mention of drug use and a scantily clad Brendon Urie
Disclaimer: Not real, not real, not real! All song titles and lyrics belong to their respective owners. I do wish I'd written them though
Author's Note: I may or may not have cheated a tiny bit with this, but who doesn't. Right?...right? Thanks to my love and beta technolustt and apologies to my f-list who my see this more than once
1. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At the Disco [127 words] Brendon/Ryan
Brendon trails his fingers down Ryan’s cheek, sliding through skin softened a little by sweat from the crowded club. “Come with me.”
Ryan looks hesitant, his hands splayed across the younger boys curvy hips, still dancing, swishing and gyrating to the beat. Brendon pulls Ryan closer until they’re sharing heartbeats.
“I’ll be the hottest fuck you’ve ever had.”
He leans in and glosses over Ryan’s lips in a breath of a kiss that leaves Ryan chasing his mouth for more, more touch, more heat, more feeling. Brendon hits a smile when he feels Ryan’s tongue sweep across his lips. Their bodies touch with electricity. Brendon pulls back and smiles fully.
He takes Ryan’s hand and steps away. Ryan follows.
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.
2. Chain Me Free - The Matches [235 words] Brendon/Shane
Brendon drives from ones side of the country to the other and back again. He picks up odd jobs, picking fruit, packing boxes, washing cars, busking. Anything that will keep his old beat-up van running, clothes on his back and food in his belly.
He drives for the endless skies and says he wants to see the stars. He never knows where he’s going and so just keeps on moving, one town to the next. First times always last times.
He sees new faces, smiles at new friends, whistles new songs. He plays piano in bars for the punters as long as there is a beer sitting next to him.
Girls with green eyes, blue eyes, blonde hair, curls, brunettes and red heads with roots showing, he smiles and they swoon. Boys with crew cuts, trucker hats and torn shirts wink at him; Brendon winks and tips his hat in return.
A tall boy, brown hair and freckles splashed across his nose with a soft Southern accent sitting by the side of the road with a camera in his hand sees the world tip on its axis. Someone to slow the fast times down, Shane smiles and they fall back in the foxglove.
They’re all drugged out and delirious, looking at the stars spinning above them.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Shane whispers. He kisses Brendon, and Brendon thinks his heart stops, just for a second.
3. Bounce - The Cab [182 words] Brendon/Alex Deleon
A gloved hand reached to push his curly hair out of his eyes while he sang. His white dress shirt and black waistcoat hugged tight to his body, clinging to his skeleton like there was nothing else on it.
A fire, an excitement that drove him, his hips snapped to the beat, his jeans slipped lower, showing more of his underwear, his boyfriend stood side stage biting his lip.
Alex turned and smirked, purposely tugging up his shirt to expose a sliver of pale skin on his tummy and promptly pulled it back down to the screams of delight in the crowd.
His boyfriend grinned and laughed. He got to see that skin, and more, every night. Alex was just a tease.
Alex shimmied, skipped and danced his way around the stage, barely standing still for a second, singing his heart into the microphone purposely lacing his voice with something sultry and almost slutty.
Alex caught Brendon’s gaze. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Alex sang right to him, innocently filthy lyrics spilling from his tongue about a mouth that moves...
4. Anthem for the Year 2000 - Silverchair [225 words] Brendon/Jon
The pair ducked instinctively as the ground exploded around them and the air rippled with bullets. Their feet slipped on unstable rock, they tripped and faltered but ran on, crouched double over themselves. They could barely see for all the dirt in the air and blood staining the sky a sickening red. Heartbeats and marching boots pounded in their ears.
They ran for the cliffs, for the narrow, barely-there gap that marked their passage to freedom. Their clasped hands gripped tighter as the sirens of war wailed.
“Run!” Ryan had screamed as his body crumpled. He’d given them precious seconds to flee.
The pair darted between boulders and mounds of unforgiving rock, the cliffs getting closer with each adrenaline-fuelled step.
They burst from cover into open air, the last few metres of open land until the cliffs swallowed them in and Spencer was there to catch them. More pairs of terrified eyes peered from ledges and crevices in the rock. Young men and women, displaced and broken.
“Ryan?” Spencer breathed.
Jon shook his head. Brendon clutched his hand tighter. A flicker of emotion, sadness, loss, crossed Spencer’s face before it hardened into a mask.
“We have to go.” Spencer turned and ran, leaping down the treacherous passageway.
Jon seized Brendon and kissed him, hard and fast, full of desperation. “I love you.”
“Run,” Brendon whispered.
5. Do You Feel the Same - Silverchair [184 words] Brendon/Ryan
Brendon’s linked hands pressed behind Ryan’s neck, catching in the soft curls of the older boys growing locks.
They swayed gently to the music of the half-empty bar, one of only a handful of couples on the space meant to be a dance floor. The din of other patrons talking, laughing, drinking was muffled in Brendon’s mind. All that registered was the hazel eyed enigma of a musician he held in his arms, desperate to stop him from falling.
The moon was covered over, masking a night that had once been clear and bright. Like Ryan. Once where he was open and free he was now detached, drifting so far into the abyss Brendon wasn’t sure where Ryan was anymore. Whether he was still with him. Whether Brendon’s love was enough for him.
Brendon gazed up at Ryan, drinking in the way the dim lights played over his skin, fell across the stubble on his jaw and cast shadows under his cheekbones. Ryan’s gaze was vacant, empty and cold.
He pressed his cheek to Ryan’s and closed his eyes, dreaming of Ryan coming back.
6. I Do - Placebo - [114 words] Gabe/William
Gabe watched from afar.
The way his soft waves of chestnut hair flounced around his shoulders.
The way he grinned, burst with laughter, smile lines came alive and sparkled though his eyes.
The way his lanky extremities seemed so detached from the rest of his body, but his movements were always so fluid.
The way he turned, searching through the throng of people until he saw Gabe behind them all.
The way he smiled then like Gabe was his perfect secret.
The way the golden band on his left ring finger glinted in the sunlight.
The way the golden band matched Gabe’s.
I wanna fall in love with you. I wanna say ‘I Do’.
7. Stranger Things Have Happened - Foo Fighters [260 words] Brendon/Shane
Shane sits on their porch swing, rocking back and forth lazily with a disintegrating cigarette dangling from his fingers. He waits for Brendon to come home.
Brendon, with his utterly self-indulgent piano and hibiscus tattoo. Brendon, with his head cluttered swirling melodies and his toes tapping out a beat.
Brendon, with his heart bursting open with love.
The haze of the afternoon clears, the sun sets and the temperature dips and still Shane waits, knowing Brendon will never come home.
“Dad?”
Their daughter peeps through the screen door, pushes it open and steps out onto the porch. She takes a seat next to Shane. “Smoking again?” she asks, and smiles knowingly. A crumpled packet lays forgotten on the deck, the cigarettes crushed inside.
Shane nearly smiles back but he shakes his head. “Couldn’t raise it to my lips.”
I am not alone dear loneliness, I forgot that I remember this.
“You okay?”
“I’m just missing your Dad, that’s all,” he sighs. The burnt out cigarette drops from his fingers to the ashtray below.
“Wanna play some guitar with me?” she suggests. She’s the splitting image of Brendon; of someone he’ll never see again, thick, dark hair with the barest hint of a wave in the glossy locks, deep brown eyes full of emotion and utter honesty.
Shane slides his arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple softly.
“Sure.” She leads the way back into their house. Shane pauses at the door and turns his head back as a warm breeze ripples past. “I love you,” he whispers to the air.
8. Raining All The Time - Kill Hannah [261 words] Gabe/William
Rain beat down against the window pane, loud and constant as Gabe cradled his love to his chest. Vented heating and a chequered blanket kept the pair cocooned in warmth
William’s skinny, porcelain fragile arms emerged from the blanket, hooked around Gabe’s neck and linked together, holding in fear of falling apart.
It had been raining for days, flooding the sidewalks and overflowing in gutters. It was cold and miserable and threw a damper over a bleak world.
Tears slipped down William’s face sadly. Just one phone call, to his parents of all people had torn his heart to pieces and Gabe did all he could to be the glue that would put him back together.
William trembled against him and Gabe hugged him closer, whispering Spanish poetry in his ear that could barely be heard over the relentless thumping of the rain. His voice was soft and sweet, dripping like honey. Gabe picked up William’s left hand and kissed the gold band on his finger.
William gulped back a fresh wave of tears and clutched onto Gabe’s hand. Words and emotions swirled around his mind in a whirlpool that recycled itself over and over. The pair of water-logged brown eyes that looked up at Gabe were filled with sadness and despair, broken hope and shattered dreams.
Gabe pushed his loves mousy curls away from the damp on his face and kissed his forehead tenderly. William tucked his head under Gabe’s chin, curling into the warm skin and wrapped himself in his husband’s affection.
Rain, and his torment, wouldn’t last forever.
9. Orphans - Jack’s Mannequin [181 words] Nate/Alex
“What are you doing?” Nate asked, peering out the window following Alex’s line of sight and seeing only the black night sky.
“Looking for a sign,” the older boy replied, sighing tiredly. His breath misted and faded on the glass with each exhale. He rubbed his eyes and continued staring beyond the gloomy grounds of the orphanage.
No-one came to collect them, no sign appeared for them. Years later, Nate would ask the same question.
“What are you doing?”
Alex reached out and squeezed the younger boys’ hand. “Looking for a sign.” Nate gripped tighter and sat down beside him, looking out into the twinkling city lights in the far distance. He shouldn’t have to search alone.
A sixteen year old Nate no longer asks what Alex is doing, just, “Have you found one?”, and sits beside him at the window.
Alex nods once. He traces the outline on the glass and Nate frowns in confusion.
“That’s my reflection.”
Alex looks up at him and smiles. “I know.”
Alex’s lips are soft and warm and remind him, he’s not an orphan.
10. I Only Hate You Cause I Have To - City Riots [158 words] Gabe/William
Gabe and William pressed against each other in the middle of a crowded house party dance floor and shifted to the beat. Hands flew everywhere, sliding down hips and up shirts.
They pretended to be oblivious to the outraged stares and dropped jaws of their senior year classmates. For the most part of high school Gabe Saporta and William Beckett had never been friends, sneering insults in the hallways and trading witty banter.
They only hated each other because it’s what they had to do to get along.
That they were in a relationship together was something that just would not be accepted readily, so impervious to the shock of their peers Gabe and William danced without a care in the world.
“God, what you do to me,” William laughed, tipping his head back as his hips moved in time with Gabe’s.
Gabe quirked a grin, teasing and cheeky. “Bilvy, you don’t even know the half of it.”