Seven Drabbles
TenSeven songs drabbles meme. Ranges from PG - R for sensitive topics.
Thanks to crashingroom for beta-ing for me.
1. Mannequin - Katy Perry
Katy walks into the room with a bright smile and two cups of coffee, walking over with her hips swaying and perching herself on the lap of her latest man. Nothing. No reaction at all. She sighs and sets the coffees down, playing with his hair gently and purring against his ear.
"Babe, you want to...." she trails a hand down his chest gently, "go up to the bedroom?"
No reaction.
Katy stares for a moment, blinks and then just slides off of his lap, sitting next to him and just resting her elbows on her knees, chin in her palms.
"What do I need to do to get through to you?" she asks after a long silence, looking over at him and biting at her lower lip gently. Truth be told, putting herself out there like this all the time with no response hurts. She can't do it any more.
Standing up, she picks up her coffee and presses a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand.
"I'll be upstairs when you have an answer," she says quietly, head hanging slightly as she walks out of the room.
2. Open Happiness - Many, many cool people
Walking down the street, William can't help but grin. He pops the ring on his can of coca cola as he heads up the stairs, jumping two at a time to get to his destination faster. he fumbles with his keys and pushes his way through the door hastily, smile widening even further when he sees Gabe standing there. He freezes when he sees the expression on the man's face.
"What's wrong?"
Gabe just looks up, expression dull, no trace of a smile. William walks over immediately and pressed the can into Gabe's hand, takes his free one and laces their fingers together. He kisses his shoulder, kisses his neck, kisses his jaw, kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly.
"I want you to be happy again. I want you to be as happy with me as I am with you." William mumbles against his shoulder.
Gabe tilts William's chin up gently and puts the can of coke to the side, pulling the ounger man in closer to him and resting their foreheads together.
"I won't say that you get rid of this...feeling. I can't lie to you. But you make it more bearable. One day, one day I'll share this feeling with you. It'll be like the sun is shining all the time."
"You'll be smiling so hard your mouth will look like some kind of-"
"Capital 'U'." Gabe finishes, laughing quietly and nodding as he presses a gentle kiss to William's lips. "Of course."
3. The Kill - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Katy throws the glass down to the floor with an all-too satisfying smash and steps forward. She is all glares, tears pricking at her eyelids but she will throw herself out of that fucking seven-storey window before she lets Travis see any tears because of him.
"You left me, Katy. You left me." Travis yells, and Katy shoves his chest. She balls her hands into fists in her hair and abruptly turns away.
"Don't you fucking get it? I know I fucking left you, but I need you now. This is about more than us!" She is screaming. His neighbours are sure to complain. Travis is shouting something back but Katy barely hears it. She feels queasy. She remembers why she came over in the first place.
"I'm pregnant."
Katy's words are barely audible over Travis' shouting, but they are audible enough. The room falls silent. His breathing is loud and shallow. Her heart is pounding. Neither speak for the longest time, and finally Travis breaks the silence with three words that bring so much relief, and far too much terror for her to handle all at once.
"We're keeping it."
Katy practically collapses there and then. Her knees buckle but he is there. He catches hold of her, strong arms around her firmly, just like she remembers.
When she sobs against his chest, he doesn't make a snide remark, or complain about how damp his shirt is getting. He just strokes her hair, and tells her that it will be okay.
4. He Wasn't There - Lily Allen
Lily clasps the mans hand tighter as he dips her in time to the music. She turns and quickly brushes a few strands of hairs off of her face as they turn and leans forward to speak into his ear.
"How long have we got?"
"Half an hour."
She tries another smile but it wavers slightly and John quickly shakes his head. He presses a hand to the small of her back, urging her in closer, both needing the contact as much as the other.
"Lil, please. Don't. Not now," he pleads quietly against her ear, eyes closing as he struggles to keep his composure just as much as she is, "Tonight is about us, not the dickhead that is taking me away."
"It's not fair," she whispers quietly, gripping his hand tighter. "What about Johnny? You're going to miss his first birthday. It's not fair. They can't do this to us."
"Yeah, they can, Lil. It's orders." He swallows hard and presses a kiss to her lips, both to cut the conversation short and also to savour the last moments that they have together. He tries to pour everything into that kiss. The love he has for her, for their boy. His regret for leaving yet again. His fear that he might not return.
When they are finally broken apart, Lily doesn't even try to hold it in anymore. She presses a hand over her mouth as a broken sob escapes and shakes her head a little, stepping back.
"You come back, you hear me? You fuckin' come back, John." Lily hears the gasps from the other women in the same situation as her, shocked by her obscene language, but she couldn't care less. "You come back, and never leave me again!"
John just offers a weak smile and waves goodbye as him and all the other men in green suits exit the ballroom.
When the door shuts, Lily sits down very abruptly and cries into her knees.
5. Fireflies - Owl City
Adam smiles as he wraps his fingers around the stalk of a daisy, but Emily quickly protests and grabs his wrists. She stares at him for a moment, Adam stares back and tries to figure out why she has reacted like this. After all, he wants the flower for her.
"Adam, don't you get it?" Emily says quietly, gently moving his fingers away from the flower. She uprights it again carefully and smiles, kneeling down with the greatest care not to crush any of the daisies littered through the grass, "All of this? It's all connected. Everything."
"...Everything?" Adam looks over to the girl that is cupping the flower that most people deem just a weed, watching as she hums and closes her eyes before responding to him.
"Everything. Even you and me." She pulls away from the flower and turns to face Adam again, linking their fingers together and pressing a very chaste, sweet kiss to his lips. "Especially you and me."
6. Who'd Have Known - Lily Allen
William taps his fingers Travis' wrist lightly and looked at him for a moment. He smiles when the other man turns to look at him and laces their fingers together.
"Can we get Chinese tonight?" he asks, leaning into him gently. Travis just nods and looks back at the T.V. - some weird travel show that Travis insists is great but William can't really get into. As he looks around, trying to find something to occupy his mind as he waits for Travis' attention to return back to him, the amount of his own belongings in Travis' apartment amaze him, honestly. There's his cups on the table, his notepad strewn on the floor, his guitar propped up against the heater and shit, that really shouldn't be there, but he's so happy sitting there with one of Travis' arms around his shoulder and the other hand holding his that he doesn't even move.
He is so preoccupied in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the show ending until Travis' lips press against his own in a surprise kiss. It deepens, Travis pushes him down into the sofa and moves over him, hands sliding down to grip his hips instead of remaining at their previous places of William's shoulder and hand.
"Mm, food?" William mumbles against his lips. Travis just chuckles and tugs the younger man up off of the sofa, standing up and continuing the kiss as soon as the both of them were up.
"They can deliver," Travis says with a smile, wrapping his arms around William's waist. "Let's go to bed."
7. I'm Still Breathing - Katy Perry
It was an odd feeling, writing a suicide note. The closest anyone could come to signing your own death certificate. Once it was done, it brought a certain sense of relief. Nothing else mattered after that point. You had already resigned yourself to death, any mistakes made after that point would simply fade in people's memories.
Everyone remembered you better after death, as well. No one would remember you as the slightly overweight, too short girl that annoyed everyone with her habits and wasn't too great in bed. You became the immensely talented person, great potential that was lost in the creative world. You became kind, and sweet. Death was the most flattering thing to happen to a person.
The problem was, the note was written, the scene prepared. The pills were bought, the alcohol stocked in plenty, but you were still breathing. As you began to down each pill, counting as you went, you remembered all the reasons why you were doing this. There was no epiphany, just a dullened sense of failures and disappointment. You swallowed pill after pill, washing each few down with large mouthfuls of tequila. When you lost count, you pressed your fingers to your left wrist experimentally, then downed the last of the bottle of tequila. You shook the last five pills into your mouth, swallowed hard and picked up the razor.
Everyone went for the horizontal wrist slice, in this romanticized, naive view that this was enough for someone to bleed out. You knew better. You tied a belt around your arm, just above your elbow. You watched as the veins raised, the bruises littered around the crook of your elbow reminding you of another failure. You felt sick, you needed to get on with this. Digging the razor hard into the sensitive flesh on your inner arm, you gasped slightly but dragged it down hard. It hurt, despite the pills and drink, but it was worth it.
Finally, it was all going away. Soon, you wouldn't be breathing anymore.
Thanks to crashingroom for beta-ing for me.
1. Mannequin - Katy Perry
Katy walks into the room with a bright smile and two cups of coffee, walking over with her hips swaying and perching herself on the lap of her latest man. Nothing. No reaction at all. She sighs and sets the coffees down, playing with his hair gently and purring against his ear.
"Babe, you want to...." she trails a hand down his chest gently, "go up to the bedroom?"
No reaction.
Katy stares for a moment, blinks and then just slides off of his lap, sitting next to him and just resting her elbows on her knees, chin in her palms.
"What do I need to do to get through to you?" she asks after a long silence, looking over at him and biting at her lower lip gently. Truth be told, putting herself out there like this all the time with no response hurts. She can't do it any more.
Standing up, she picks up her coffee and presses a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand.
"I'll be upstairs when you have an answer," she says quietly, head hanging slightly as she walks out of the room.
2. Open Happiness - Many, many cool people
Walking down the street, William can't help but grin. He pops the ring on his can of coca cola as he heads up the stairs, jumping two at a time to get to his destination faster. he fumbles with his keys and pushes his way through the door hastily, smile widening even further when he sees Gabe standing there. He freezes when he sees the expression on the man's face.
"What's wrong?"
Gabe just looks up, expression dull, no trace of a smile. William walks over immediately and pressed the can into Gabe's hand, takes his free one and laces their fingers together. He kisses his shoulder, kisses his neck, kisses his jaw, kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly.
"I want you to be happy again. I want you to be as happy with me as I am with you." William mumbles against his shoulder.
Gabe tilts William's chin up gently and puts the can of coke to the side, pulling the ounger man in closer to him and resting their foreheads together.
"I won't say that you get rid of this...feeling. I can't lie to you. But you make it more bearable. One day, one day I'll share this feeling with you. It'll be like the sun is shining all the time."
"You'll be smiling so hard your mouth will look like some kind of-"
"Capital 'U'." Gabe finishes, laughing quietly and nodding as he presses a gentle kiss to William's lips. "Of course."
3. The Kill - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Katy throws the glass down to the floor with an all-too satisfying smash and steps forward. She is all glares, tears pricking at her eyelids but she will throw herself out of that fucking seven-storey window before she lets Travis see any tears because of him.
"You left me, Katy. You left me." Travis yells, and Katy shoves his chest. She balls her hands into fists in her hair and abruptly turns away.
"Don't you fucking get it? I know I fucking left you, but I need you now. This is about more than us!" She is screaming. His neighbours are sure to complain. Travis is shouting something back but Katy barely hears it. She feels queasy. She remembers why she came over in the first place.
"I'm pregnant."
Katy's words are barely audible over Travis' shouting, but they are audible enough. The room falls silent. His breathing is loud and shallow. Her heart is pounding. Neither speak for the longest time, and finally Travis breaks the silence with three words that bring so much relief, and far too much terror for her to handle all at once.
"We're keeping it."
Katy practically collapses there and then. Her knees buckle but he is there. He catches hold of her, strong arms around her firmly, just like she remembers.
When she sobs against his chest, he doesn't make a snide remark, or complain about how damp his shirt is getting. He just strokes her hair, and tells her that it will be okay.
4. He Wasn't There - Lily Allen
Lily clasps the mans hand tighter as he dips her in time to the music. She turns and quickly brushes a few strands of hairs off of her face as they turn and leans forward to speak into his ear.
"How long have we got?"
"Half an hour."
She tries another smile but it wavers slightly and John quickly shakes his head. He presses a hand to the small of her back, urging her in closer, both needing the contact as much as the other.
"Lil, please. Don't. Not now," he pleads quietly against her ear, eyes closing as he struggles to keep his composure just as much as she is, "Tonight is about us, not the dickhead that is taking me away."
"It's not fair," she whispers quietly, gripping his hand tighter. "What about Johnny? You're going to miss his first birthday. It's not fair. They can't do this to us."
"Yeah, they can, Lil. It's orders." He swallows hard and presses a kiss to her lips, both to cut the conversation short and also to savour the last moments that they have together. He tries to pour everything into that kiss. The love he has for her, for their boy. His regret for leaving yet again. His fear that he might not return.
When they are finally broken apart, Lily doesn't even try to hold it in anymore. She presses a hand over her mouth as a broken sob escapes and shakes her head a little, stepping back.
"You come back, you hear me? You fuckin' come back, John." Lily hears the gasps from the other women in the same situation as her, shocked by her obscene language, but she couldn't care less. "You come back, and never leave me again!"
John just offers a weak smile and waves goodbye as him and all the other men in green suits exit the ballroom.
When the door shuts, Lily sits down very abruptly and cries into her knees.
5. Fireflies - Owl City
Adam smiles as he wraps his fingers around the stalk of a daisy, but Emily quickly protests and grabs his wrists. She stares at him for a moment, Adam stares back and tries to figure out why she has reacted like this. After all, he wants the flower for her.
"Adam, don't you get it?" Emily says quietly, gently moving his fingers away from the flower. She uprights it again carefully and smiles, kneeling down with the greatest care not to crush any of the daisies littered through the grass, "All of this? It's all connected. Everything."
"...Everything?" Adam looks over to the girl that is cupping the flower that most people deem just a weed, watching as she hums and closes her eyes before responding to him.
"Everything. Even you and me." She pulls away from the flower and turns to face Adam again, linking their fingers together and pressing a very chaste, sweet kiss to his lips. "Especially you and me."
6. Who'd Have Known - Lily Allen
William taps his fingers Travis' wrist lightly and looked at him for a moment. He smiles when the other man turns to look at him and laces their fingers together.
"Can we get Chinese tonight?" he asks, leaning into him gently. Travis just nods and looks back at the T.V. - some weird travel show that Travis insists is great but William can't really get into. As he looks around, trying to find something to occupy his mind as he waits for Travis' attention to return back to him, the amount of his own belongings in Travis' apartment amaze him, honestly. There's his cups on the table, his notepad strewn on the floor, his guitar propped up against the heater and shit, that really shouldn't be there, but he's so happy sitting there with one of Travis' arms around his shoulder and the other hand holding his that he doesn't even move.
He is so preoccupied in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the show ending until Travis' lips press against his own in a surprise kiss. It deepens, Travis pushes him down into the sofa and moves over him, hands sliding down to grip his hips instead of remaining at their previous places of William's shoulder and hand.
"Mm, food?" William mumbles against his lips. Travis just chuckles and tugs the younger man up off of the sofa, standing up and continuing the kiss as soon as the both of them were up.
"They can deliver," Travis says with a smile, wrapping his arms around William's waist. "Let's go to bed."
7. I'm Still Breathing - Katy Perry
It was an odd feeling, writing a suicide note. The closest anyone could come to signing your own death certificate. Once it was done, it brought a certain sense of relief. Nothing else mattered after that point. You had already resigned yourself to death, any mistakes made after that point would simply fade in people's memories.
Everyone remembered you better after death, as well. No one would remember you as the slightly overweight, too short girl that annoyed everyone with her habits and wasn't too great in bed. You became the immensely talented person, great potential that was lost in the creative world. You became kind, and sweet. Death was the most flattering thing to happen to a person.
The problem was, the note was written, the scene prepared. The pills were bought, the alcohol stocked in plenty, but you were still breathing. As you began to down each pill, counting as you went, you remembered all the reasons why you were doing this. There was no epiphany, just a dullened sense of failures and disappointment. You swallowed pill after pill, washing each few down with large mouthfuls of tequila. When you lost count, you pressed your fingers to your left wrist experimentally, then downed the last of the bottle of tequila. You shook the last five pills into your mouth, swallowed hard and picked up the razor.
Everyone went for the horizontal wrist slice, in this romanticized, naive view that this was enough for someone to bleed out. You knew better. You tied a belt around your arm, just above your elbow. You watched as the veins raised, the bruises littered around the crook of your elbow reminding you of another failure. You felt sick, you needed to get on with this. Digging the razor hard into the sensitive flesh on your inner arm, you gasped slightly but dragged it down hard. It hurt, despite the pills and drink, but it was worth it.
Finally, it was all going away. Soon, you wouldn't be breathing anymore.