i offer to write drabbles
Happy Valentine's Day, folks!
Anyhoo, as a V-Day gift and as a way to hopefully give myself something to do, I've stolen this writing meme thing from slartibartfast and...well, the first five comments for sure, but I may keep going.
Pick two fandoms and a word limit of anything under a thousand words. I'll write a ficlet of exactly that length with whatever ( Read more... )
Anyhoo, as a V-Day gift and as a way to hopefully give myself something to do, I've stolen this writing meme thing from slartibartfast and...well, the first five comments for sure, but I may keep going.
Pick two fandoms and a word limit of anything under a thousand words. I'll write a ficlet of exactly that length with whatever ( Read more... )
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They're stuck in some town in Ohio, huge plumes of smoke drifting up to hover mockingly above the tour bus.
Frank's pretty impressed they aren't wrapped around a tree, then glances around at the fields surrounding them, and thinks it would've been more impressive if they'd managed to hit a tree. It would've required some serious aim.
"Mechanic should be here shortly," Ray says as he gets off the phone, and Frank scratches the back of his neck. It's cold out, and the middle of the night, but no one seems to get back on the bus. Mikey got his phone out and Gerard is hanging off one of his shoulders, barely functioning. "The other bus got lost. So we'll just have to wait."
"They got lost?" Frank asks, "How the fuck did they get lost?"
"They just took a wrong turn," Ray explains, "They'll be here in an hour."
"Fuck this, I'm not waiting out here, my balls are freezing," Frank says, and stomps onto the bus. It's still three in the fucking morning, so he just grabs a pair of Gerard's ridiculous pajama bottoms (he has, like, fifty, it's fucking ridiculous), a hoodie and settles down on the couch. Gerard joins him after a moment, sleepily curling against Frank's side and putting his icy hands on the skin of Frank's stomach.
"Cold," Gerard says as Frank swears and hisses, palm flat against Gerard's forehead and pushing just enough so that Gerard has to yield, but not enough to actually force Gerard to move away. Mikey comes in, occupies Frank's other side, and while usually Frank doesn't mind being in the middle of a Way brothers sandwhich, they're freezing.
"You're my hero, Toro," he tells Ray when Ray shows up, precariously balancing four cups of coffee on the back of an atlas -- Frank doesn't even know why that's on the bus, or who it belongs to, but there's no one protesting the use of it as a serving board.
Ray smiles and is barely within reach when the Way brothers greedily strike, Gerard hissing as he accidentally sloshes some coffee onto his hand.
Frank burns the roof of his mouth by not blowing on it more than two short huffs of air, but it's totally fucking worth it.
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The bus ends up being towed back to a shop called Hummel Tire and Lube, and the owner Burt Hummel shows them to a room at the back of the shop; just a desk, chair and a tiny couch that makes Frank think it's his office, and tells them to make themselves at home on the tiny couch. They all pile onto the couch, Ray with an arm around Mikey, and Frankie half on Gerard's lap. Their driver, Dave, stays out with Burt.
"Can I get you any coffee? Something to eat?" A voice asks, and they all look up in surprise at the teenage boy who has stuck his head through the doorway. The boy looks more put together and awake than any of them, and his eyes kind of widen with recognition. His voice is a lot less faint when he says, "You're My Chemical Romance."
Frankie giggles and waves, while Gerard beams and says, "Yes, we are, hi! We're sorry to force you and your dad out of bed at this hour."
The kid smiles, and says, "The momentary immunity I'll get from having met My Chemical Romance more than makes up for it, believe me." At their frowns, he waves his hand and says, "I'm Kurt, by the way, are you sure I can't get you guys anything?"
"We probably won't say no to more coffee," Frankie admits, and then moves out of the way when Gerard starts squirming to let Gerard off the couch.
"I'll help!" Gerard says brightly, and Kurt goes red, stuttering protests that Gerard ignores, "It's nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Gerard."
"Another soul to save," Mikey says.
Kurt and Gerard return with coffee and muffins a few minutes later, Kurt no longer blushing, but nodding his head at Gerard, who's talking about their own high school days. Gerard points to Frank and says, "Frank, for example, used to get locked inside lockers."
"Thanks, Gee," Frankie says, rolling his eyes. "Not like that's a traumatic memory or anything."
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"Wow," Kurt says, laughing a little. "This was definitely not how I thought my morning would go today."
"That's Gerard for you," Ray says, and Frank snorts.
"Yeah," he says, grinning at Gerard. "Sometimes you just gotta sing it out."
*
"Dude," Mikey says, a week later, looking up from his laptop. "Remember that kid Kurt from Ohio? He sent us a video."
They crowd around the computer, and Gerard fucking beams and squeezes Frank close as the opening chords of SING start up.
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Kurt and Gee = BFFs, fo' sho'. I love the band-loving and Frank being in a Way brothers sandwich. PERFECT. *smishes you*
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Kurt and Gee have so much in common, which I only really began to realize when I was writing, and then it was like, "Dude, Kurt could totally turn into a Gee protege, only with more showers."
CUDDLY BAND IS CUDDLY. :D
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They doooooo. Ahaha, a cleanly Gee protege. I approve.
THEY ARE, IT IS LOVELY :D
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