Stolen from likedillinger
01. Put your music player on shuffle all.
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.
05. Do this five times.
Sylar is intuitivelyapt, Dean is likedillinger, Claire is excheerleader and Ruby is leadhisarmy. I think that covers who I used. These are all at least vaguely BNW-verseish, or some crack version of it.
Me and the Minibar by The Dresden Dolls
Elle didn't tell anyone when the anniversary came up. It wasn't the kind of day you celebrated, really. It was the day that Sylar had killed her, the day the Eclipse ended. It seemed like forever ago, but it had only been a couple of years, and she had a feeling she'd always remember that day, remember how it felt. It wasn't every day you died.
Well, unless you were Claire.
So Elle celebrated. Or mourned. It was a little of both. Because, she she was alive, but there was something dead inside of her, something that would be renewed. Something Sylar took away from her. She thought maybe Dean could give it back to her, but she had been wrong. She had been stupid to believe that happy ending were meant for people like her.
So she sat in her apartment and she drank a bottle of rum all by herself. She didn't even cut it with any of her fruity stuff like normal. She just wanted to get drunk. She wanted to forget. She wanted to forget loving someone, caring, wanting to be loved, because it hurt too much to be reminded that she didn't deserve it.
Jesus Christ by Brand New
Elle never believed in God. She didn't see the point. Prayer always seemed to lead to disappointment, and she had had more than enough of in her life so far.
Still, when meteors start hitting the earth and all the signs of the apocalypse keep adding up, she wishes she believed in something. That she had someone to pray to. Some kind of comfort to cling to. She's met Angels and people who have gone to heaven and hell and apparently Claire even met Lucifer, but where was God?
If he existed, he stopped caring a long time ago. That was as much as she could tell, anyways. So in a way, she's glad she never believed in him, because he would have just been another man in her life letting her down. And frankly, who needs that?
Still, she worries. What if they don't stop the end of the world? What happens to her then? She's died before, but she doesn't remember what the afterlife was like at all. It was probably for the best. Still, she's not stupid enough to think she'd end up in heaven, when all was said and done.
She's tried being a better person, but does that really change things? Make you better? Earn salvation? She wishes she had answers, beliefs, anything other than uncertainty.
I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry
Okay, so maybe dragging Ruby out to the bar hadn't been the best idea, in retrospect. She didn't know if demons could get drunk or not, but she could, and after a few rounds of shots she was pretty trashed.
She had to beg Ruby to dance with her, to let her pull her close, pump and grind against her like one would with a guy. But the other girl was soft. She didn't feel like a guy at all. She felt so much better.
And without thinking she leaned in, pressing her lips against the other girls. Ruby tasted like french fries and something else. She lingered there for a moment before pulling back with a playful spark.
Ruby just stared at her. "Is that out of your system now? You've been pratically groping me all night."
Elle shook her head a little. "I don't think so." She giggled drunkinly. "I liked it."
"Well, then let me show you how to really kiss someone." And with that Ruby grabbed her and kissed her.
She liked it.
Landslide (cover) by The Smashing Pumpkins
The birthday party Claire threw her is the best one Elle can remember. Not that the ones she can remember are great to begin with, but that's beside the point. Or maybe it is the point, she's not sure.
As she begins to open up the box full of presents, things like barbies and other toys she never got she felt her eyes tear up in spite of herself. She never used to be so soft. She never used to care. But she cares now. She cares that Claire likes her enough to do things like this for her.
She cares that someone finally gave her the things she never got. She has a family of sorts for once, and while Claire was the only one here for her birthday, she knew they still cared all the same.
And so did she. That's what really worried her.
Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional
She's not sure what possesses her to go out drinking with Dean. He's not her Dean and she knows it too well. But maybe she's just a glutton for a punishment. Or maybe she's just that fucking lonely. It's one of the two. But she hides it well between smirks and shots of tequila.
She brings him home with her and his touch feels familiar but different all at once. He seems to know what he's doing will only hurt her, but he's drunk enough not to care anymore than she does. Besides, she deserves to be hurt.
She kisses him, sparks him and wonders if he thinks of the other Elles he's been with. Probably. They were probably better. Less broken, more fun, more...something. Or maybe smarter. Smart enough to know they couldn't get more than some fun and sex out of life.
But when they're done and she's falling asleep at his side, she feels her eyes fill with tears she didn't know she had left.
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.
05. Do this five times.
Sylar is intuitivelyapt, Dean is likedillinger, Claire is excheerleader and Ruby is leadhisarmy. I think that covers who I used. These are all at least vaguely BNW-verseish, or some crack version of it.
Me and the Minibar by The Dresden Dolls
Elle didn't tell anyone when the anniversary came up. It wasn't the kind of day you celebrated, really. It was the day that Sylar had killed her, the day the Eclipse ended. It seemed like forever ago, but it had only been a couple of years, and she had a feeling she'd always remember that day, remember how it felt. It wasn't every day you died.
Well, unless you were Claire.
So Elle celebrated. Or mourned. It was a little of both. Because, she she was alive, but there was something dead inside of her, something that would be renewed. Something Sylar took away from her. She thought maybe Dean could give it back to her, but she had been wrong. She had been stupid to believe that happy ending were meant for people like her.
So she sat in her apartment and she drank a bottle of rum all by herself. She didn't even cut it with any of her fruity stuff like normal. She just wanted to get drunk. She wanted to forget. She wanted to forget loving someone, caring, wanting to be loved, because it hurt too much to be reminded that she didn't deserve it.
Jesus Christ by Brand New
Elle never believed in God. She didn't see the point. Prayer always seemed to lead to disappointment, and she had had more than enough of in her life so far.
Still, when meteors start hitting the earth and all the signs of the apocalypse keep adding up, she wishes she believed in something. That she had someone to pray to. Some kind of comfort to cling to. She's met Angels and people who have gone to heaven and hell and apparently Claire even met Lucifer, but where was God?
If he existed, he stopped caring a long time ago. That was as much as she could tell, anyways. So in a way, she's glad she never believed in him, because he would have just been another man in her life letting her down. And frankly, who needs that?
Still, she worries. What if they don't stop the end of the world? What happens to her then? She's died before, but she doesn't remember what the afterlife was like at all. It was probably for the best. Still, she's not stupid enough to think she'd end up in heaven, when all was said and done.
She's tried being a better person, but does that really change things? Make you better? Earn salvation? She wishes she had answers, beliefs, anything other than uncertainty.
I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry
Okay, so maybe dragging Ruby out to the bar hadn't been the best idea, in retrospect. She didn't know if demons could get drunk or not, but she could, and after a few rounds of shots she was pretty trashed.
She had to beg Ruby to dance with her, to let her pull her close, pump and grind against her like one would with a guy. But the other girl was soft. She didn't feel like a guy at all. She felt so much better.
And without thinking she leaned in, pressing her lips against the other girls. Ruby tasted like french fries and something else. She lingered there for a moment before pulling back with a playful spark.
Ruby just stared at her. "Is that out of your system now? You've been pratically groping me all night."
Elle shook her head a little. "I don't think so." She giggled drunkinly. "I liked it."
"Well, then let me show you how to really kiss someone." And with that Ruby grabbed her and kissed her.
She liked it.
Landslide (cover) by The Smashing Pumpkins
The birthday party Claire threw her is the best one Elle can remember. Not that the ones she can remember are great to begin with, but that's beside the point. Or maybe it is the point, she's not sure.
As she begins to open up the box full of presents, things like barbies and other toys she never got she felt her eyes tear up in spite of herself. She never used to be so soft. She never used to care. But she cares now. She cares that Claire likes her enough to do things like this for her.
She cares that someone finally gave her the things she never got. She has a family of sorts for once, and while Claire was the only one here for her birthday, she knew they still cared all the same.
And so did she. That's what really worried her.
Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional
She's not sure what possesses her to go out drinking with Dean. He's not her Dean and she knows it too well. But maybe she's just a glutton for a punishment. Or maybe she's just that fucking lonely. It's one of the two. But she hides it well between smirks and shots of tequila.
She brings him home with her and his touch feels familiar but different all at once. He seems to know what he's doing will only hurt her, but he's drunk enough not to care anymore than she does. Besides, she deserves to be hurt.
She kisses him, sparks him and wonders if he thinks of the other Elles he's been with. Probably. They were probably better. Less broken, more fun, more...something. Or maybe smarter. Smart enough to know they couldn't get more than some fun and sex out of life.
But when they're done and she's falling asleep at his side, she feels her eyes fill with tears she didn't know she had left.