Music Drabble meme
I saw this and had to try.
10 Music Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. <--I did not do this. I hopped, skipped, and jumped all over.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Hold Me Now by The Polyphonic Spree
SPN, Sam POV, 162 words
Sam knew today was the day. He didn't want to know it, but it was all coming to an end and a beginning. He was going to tell his family he'd been accepted to Stanford and his old life was about to come crashing down around him. All he could hope for, fancifally, was that it would be a like a phoenix, and something clean and wonderful and new could come from the ashes of what would happen.
But because he knew that wasn't likely, he savored every moment of this last day. He realized how much he would miss this; even though he craved normal and wanted it, he loved his family and didn't want to give them up entirely.
Of course, he of the kickass admission essay to Stanford, he had no words to tell any of this to his father or brother.
So even though they would hate it, he couldn't help hugging them as he sat down to breakfast.
*****
Take on Me by A-ha
HP fic, Angelina POV, 93 words
Angelina knew this was all her doing, besides the actual question. She'd initiated everything. She wasn't sure about a lot, but this was all her. George would never have tried to get her, not after...
Well, after.
But this was right, if anything after could be right. They fit and worked and she loved him.
She loved him differently than she'd loved Fred.
But did he love her? Would he be willing to take her on, with all her issues and problems and history? Would they work?
"Well, George? Will you marry me?"
*****
Bad Day by Daniel Powder
SPN fic, Sam POV, 113 words
Sam hadn't actually realized Stanford would be so hard. He was used to coasting, to finding it all easy and, bizarrely, he'd always known that if something was too hard, they'd be gone within weeks, as it was always Sam that pushed to stay, so when he stopped pushing, Dad found something else.
So staying in one place and living on his own and everything and now he couldn't find a pen.
And he didn't even have anyone to gripe (take it out on) to.
God, he missed his brother. He'd never known how completely he'd relied on Dean to make his bad days better. How could he do this on his own?
*****
Middle of Yesterday by Our Lady Peace
HP fic, Ron POV, 164
Ron always felt sick to his stomach. What had he done? Oh, God. Oh, God. He'd left. He'd left Harry and Hermione and no, he wasn't the hero or the smart one, but he was their friend and even Malfoy showed more loyalty than he had.
And he couldn't find them. It wasn't a matter of pride, not anymore. Maybe there'd been some of that, initially. Embarrassment and pride and not wanting to face up to what he'd done.
But now it was just sick to his stomach and desperation and he had to find them again. And beg forgiveness.
God.
And he couldn't stop reliving it. That locket. He could still see himself leaving. All the time, he saw that, he couldn't stop seeing it. Harry and Hermione would probably forgive him, because that's the sort of people they were, but how could he make it okay again? How could he forgive himself? Was there anything he could do to fix this? God.
*****
Testimony by Sweetbox
SPN fic, Sam POV, 112 words
In pensive moments, Sam thought it was hysterical that Dean didn't believe in God. That he couldn't have the faith that something good was out there.
Because everytime Sam worried about his destiny and worried that there was nothing but dark and horror, he could count on Dean being there and all the crap in his life--he had something good. He'd always had something strong and kind and good to fall back and depend on.
And if he was a demon--who could have provided something so great? That was God's mercy, wasn't it? Sam would have to spend eternity evil, so he got something good for his mortal life.
*****
What a Wonderful World by Joey Ramone
Alias fic, Jack POV, 65 words
Jack's life was perfect. He'd examined it from every angle and the conclusion was irrefutable.
He had a fascinating job he loved.
He had a gorgeous, amazing wife that he knew he didn't deserve.
They had a daughter, a beautiful, clever, amazing daughter that was all the best of he and Laura.
They had friends and community and everything was perfect.
What a wonderful world.
*****
Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park
SPN fic, Dean POV, 98 words
Sometimes, Dean thought about what it would be like to resent being a big brother. Having to care about worrying about Sammy all the time. He had friends and they had brothers and sisters and when they'd shout out, "I hate you!" they'd mean it.
Dean couldn't imagine. Oh, sure, they had fights. They got mad at each other. But actual hate--putting love in such black and white terms--I love you, now I hate you.
It couldn't be like that. Dean loved Sam, and even when he was his most furious, there was still all the gray.
****
Snakes on a Plane by Cobra Starship
SPN fic, Dean POV, 140 words
Well.
Dean hadn't ever been afraid of snakes. He actually thought they were kind of cool. All slithery and smooth one way and rough the other. And mostly they weren't poisonous, so they had that going for them.
But snakes on a plane.
It was supposed to be funny, but Dean could only feel the terror of it. As if planes weren't bad enough! Frickin' a, if snakes did get on a plane--if anything did, rats, bugs, whatever--there was nowhere to go. You were on a flying tube of death, now with extra snake!
And most planes didn't have Samuel L. Jackson there to take care of the problem.
"That was a horrible, horrible movie, Sam," he told his brother.
"I liked it," Sam said. "Kind of funny."
"Freaking snakes on a plane. You've gotta be kidding me."
*****
Ghost of You by Michael Learns to Rock
Alias fic, Vaughn POV, 139 words
Vaughn knew it wasn't fair to Lauren. He knew, but he couldn't help it sometimes. Missing Sydney was like missing a limb sometimes.
And he'd done what he could to move on. He changed jobs, changed routines, started dating, and sometimes he was normal.
But then he'd see something and want to tell her, and his finger would be on the speed dial no, that's not her number, I put Eric's new phone there before he realized it.
Because at the same time, he didn't want to erase her completely. Those years together had been the most amazing, exciting, wonderful times. And if he succeeded in erasing her, he'd erase those good times, so he couldn't do that.
But at times like now, when the grief and pain overwhelmed him so completely, he thought that was a fair bargain.
*****
New Soul by Yael Naim
Heroes fic, Sylar POV, 110 words
He was new and full of potential. Finally, he understood. He understood it all. He knew what he could be and do and what he had to do to make it happen. You don't just get to become a new person, people don't just give that to you. You have to take it.
Sylar was a new soul now, shedding everything about his life as Gabriel, and ready to embrace his new life.
He'd make some mistakes along the way, he was sure, but he'd learn and grow and it would be fine. He had a purpose and a plan and nothing and no one was going to stop him now.
*****
Dude, that was such fun, I loved it. Yeah, these are rough as sandpaper, but I don't care. I'll have to do it again sometime.
10 Music Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. <--I did not do this. I hopped, skipped, and jumped all over.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Hold Me Now by The Polyphonic Spree
SPN, Sam POV, 162 words
Sam knew today was the day. He didn't want to know it, but it was all coming to an end and a beginning. He was going to tell his family he'd been accepted to Stanford and his old life was about to come crashing down around him. All he could hope for, fancifally, was that it would be a like a phoenix, and something clean and wonderful and new could come from the ashes of what would happen.
But because he knew that wasn't likely, he savored every moment of this last day. He realized how much he would miss this; even though he craved normal and wanted it, he loved his family and didn't want to give them up entirely.
Of course, he of the kickass admission essay to Stanford, he had no words to tell any of this to his father or brother.
So even though they would hate it, he couldn't help hugging them as he sat down to breakfast.
*****
Take on Me by A-ha
HP fic, Angelina POV, 93 words
Angelina knew this was all her doing, besides the actual question. She'd initiated everything. She wasn't sure about a lot, but this was all her. George would never have tried to get her, not after...
Well, after.
But this was right, if anything after could be right. They fit and worked and she loved him.
She loved him differently than she'd loved Fred.
But did he love her? Would he be willing to take her on, with all her issues and problems and history? Would they work?
"Well, George? Will you marry me?"
*****
Bad Day by Daniel Powder
SPN fic, Sam POV, 113 words
Sam hadn't actually realized Stanford would be so hard. He was used to coasting, to finding it all easy and, bizarrely, he'd always known that if something was too hard, they'd be gone within weeks, as it was always Sam that pushed to stay, so when he stopped pushing, Dad found something else.
So staying in one place and living on his own and everything and now he couldn't find a pen.
And he didn't even have anyone to gripe (take it out on) to.
God, he missed his brother. He'd never known how completely he'd relied on Dean to make his bad days better. How could he do this on his own?
*****
Middle of Yesterday by Our Lady Peace
HP fic, Ron POV, 164
Ron always felt sick to his stomach. What had he done? Oh, God. Oh, God. He'd left. He'd left Harry and Hermione and no, he wasn't the hero or the smart one, but he was their friend and even Malfoy showed more loyalty than he had.
And he couldn't find them. It wasn't a matter of pride, not anymore. Maybe there'd been some of that, initially. Embarrassment and pride and not wanting to face up to what he'd done.
But now it was just sick to his stomach and desperation and he had to find them again. And beg forgiveness.
God.
And he couldn't stop reliving it. That locket. He could still see himself leaving. All the time, he saw that, he couldn't stop seeing it. Harry and Hermione would probably forgive him, because that's the sort of people they were, but how could he make it okay again? How could he forgive himself? Was there anything he could do to fix this? God.
*****
Testimony by Sweetbox
SPN fic, Sam POV, 112 words
In pensive moments, Sam thought it was hysterical that Dean didn't believe in God. That he couldn't have the faith that something good was out there.
Because everytime Sam worried about his destiny and worried that there was nothing but dark and horror, he could count on Dean being there and all the crap in his life--he had something good. He'd always had something strong and kind and good to fall back and depend on.
And if he was a demon--who could have provided something so great? That was God's mercy, wasn't it? Sam would have to spend eternity evil, so he got something good for his mortal life.
*****
What a Wonderful World by Joey Ramone
Alias fic, Jack POV, 65 words
Jack's life was perfect. He'd examined it from every angle and the conclusion was irrefutable.
He had a fascinating job he loved.
He had a gorgeous, amazing wife that he knew he didn't deserve.
They had a daughter, a beautiful, clever, amazing daughter that was all the best of he and Laura.
They had friends and community and everything was perfect.
What a wonderful world.
*****
Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park
SPN fic, Dean POV, 98 words
Sometimes, Dean thought about what it would be like to resent being a big brother. Having to care about worrying about Sammy all the time. He had friends and they had brothers and sisters and when they'd shout out, "I hate you!" they'd mean it.
Dean couldn't imagine. Oh, sure, they had fights. They got mad at each other. But actual hate--putting love in such black and white terms--I love you, now I hate you.
It couldn't be like that. Dean loved Sam, and even when he was his most furious, there was still all the gray.
****
Snakes on a Plane by Cobra Starship
SPN fic, Dean POV, 140 words
Well.
Dean hadn't ever been afraid of snakes. He actually thought they were kind of cool. All slithery and smooth one way and rough the other. And mostly they weren't poisonous, so they had that going for them.
But snakes on a plane.
It was supposed to be funny, but Dean could only feel the terror of it. As if planes weren't bad enough! Frickin' a, if snakes did get on a plane--if anything did, rats, bugs, whatever--there was nowhere to go. You were on a flying tube of death, now with extra snake!
And most planes didn't have Samuel L. Jackson there to take care of the problem.
"That was a horrible, horrible movie, Sam," he told his brother.
"I liked it," Sam said. "Kind of funny."
"Freaking snakes on a plane. You've gotta be kidding me."
*****
Ghost of You by Michael Learns to Rock
Alias fic, Vaughn POV, 139 words
Vaughn knew it wasn't fair to Lauren. He knew, but he couldn't help it sometimes. Missing Sydney was like missing a limb sometimes.
And he'd done what he could to move on. He changed jobs, changed routines, started dating, and sometimes he was normal.
But then he'd see something and want to tell her, and his finger would be on the speed dial no, that's not her number, I put Eric's new phone there before he realized it.
Because at the same time, he didn't want to erase her completely. Those years together had been the most amazing, exciting, wonderful times. And if he succeeded in erasing her, he'd erase those good times, so he couldn't do that.
But at times like now, when the grief and pain overwhelmed him so completely, he thought that was a fair bargain.
*****
New Soul by Yael Naim
Heroes fic, Sylar POV, 110 words
He was new and full of potential. Finally, he understood. He understood it all. He knew what he could be and do and what he had to do to make it happen. You don't just get to become a new person, people don't just give that to you. You have to take it.
Sylar was a new soul now, shedding everything about his life as Gabriel, and ready to embrace his new life.
He'd make some mistakes along the way, he was sure, but he'd learn and grow and it would be fine. He had a purpose and a plan and nothing and no one was going to stop him now.
*****
Dude, that was such fun, I loved it. Yeah, these are rough as sandpaper, but I don't care. I'll have to do it again sometime.