A bunch of drabbles
A bunch of drabbles
Rating: G -PG -13
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon (one is obvious, one is if you squint), Pete/ Patrick, Patrick/Joe, Pete/ Gerard
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. They belong to each other. This [unfortunately] never happened.
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux)
Dedication : To You-Know-Who.Thanks for letting me be your "little special person". You mean more to me than you know.
Title: Untitled.
Pairing: Pete/ Patrick
Rating: PG
Author: Me!
Author’s Note: Marriage!Fic
Word Count : 220
POV: Third
It dawned on Patrick as he sat in the back of the taxicab on the way back from Angels and Kings, one arm around a sleepy Pete’s shoulders, one hand clasping one of Pete’s tightly.
"We should get married." Patrick said matter-of-factly.
"But we already are." Pete opened one eye.
"No, I mean, like, really married. Like with a ceremony and vows and stuff." Patrick’s eyes glazed over at the prospect of a wedding. After all, gay marriage was legal in some states. They could elope. Or was that only to a different country? Anyway, Patrick was half- asleep and hoped he wouldn’t regret the words that were spilling past his lips in the morning. Pete shot him a dubious look that simply said, "you’vegottabekiddingme."
"Why not? I want you to be my Forever, Pete."
"Patrick, it’s not that I don’t love you more than life itself, I do, and it’s not that I’m not totally committed to this, but . . . " Pete trailed off. "I’m not . . . ready for that." He finished meekly. "I’ll think about it, okay?" Patrick thought he felt his heart crack a little as he kissed Pete gently.
"Okay." He replied, full of hope, because an " I’ll think about it," was close to a "Maybe," and a "Maybe," was close to a "Yes."
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Pete/ Gerard
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Author : Me!
Word Count : 266
"You’re twenty-six and you still live with your parents?" Gerard asked, incredulous. Pete’s complete takeover of his parents’ basement reminded him more of a Bat Cave/
Black Hole/ his brother, Mikey’s room. It was dark and messy and filled with action figures that Pete himself had to be way too old to still be playing with, even though he did, sometimes. Okay, a lot. What surprised Gerard the most was that Pete hadn’t snagged his own place the day he was legal. As opposed to living in his parents’ basement, a place where it seemed people entered and never exited.
"What?" Pete asked, a ghost of a smile playing out on his lips.
"Nothing. I’m just . . . surprised." Gerard glanced briefly at the ratty old sofa, probably teeming with crumbs and supposedly lost socks and who knew what else.
"Oh, come on." Pete took Gerard’s hands and tried to read his expression, standing on his tiptoes.
"I’ll admit, it looks a little like my college dorm room ten years ago." Gerard confessed.
"Aha, I knew something was going on in that hamster wheel head of yours," Pete declared, triumphant. "And you haven’t even seen the bedroom yet." Gerard cringed inwardly, but allowed Pete to lead him.
To Gerard’s immense surprise, the room was spotless. The desk free of stray papers, the bed made, carpet vacuumed, everything looked polished and in decent condition, no weird coffee stains anywhere.
It was only until Pete pushed him on the bed and kissed him fiercely that Gerard decided that maybe the basement wasn’t so bad, after all.
Title: A series of unexpected kisses and no regrets
Pairing: Ryan/ Brendon
Rating: PG, a bit o’ fluff.
POV: First (Ryan’s)
Author: Me!
Word Count: 230
The first being after our first real show. Brendon was deliriously happy, he was soaked to the skin and grinning because no one had thrown rotten tomatoes at us. He grabbed my cheeks and planted one on me. I figured it was from the adrenaline coarsing through his veins, from the energy, from the crowd.
The next few were randomly placed on my lips when I really didn’t expect it; when I was trying to fall asleep, eating pancakes, jamming, or even absorbed in a book. A peck was all it took to distract me completely from whatever I had previously been doing. Brendon just has that effect on people.
The one after that was a not-so-discreet smooch in front of everyone at my big twenty-first. I was mad at him for days, not because he kissed me, but because I thought it was just between us. A private little joke. He just had to go bring everyone else in on it, didn’t he?
I thought it was just a little Brendon thing. One of his quirks. Something you get used to after time. I didn’t think they meant anything. But Brendon didn’t kiss Jon or Spencer. Or at least not without getting a black eye or a fat lip.
Then another, when he told me he loved me.
The last, when I told him I felt the same.
Title: The Sleep Fairy
Characters: Brendon, Ryan, (Brendon/Ryan? ... AU, 13/15... brothers.)
Rating: G
POV: Third
Author: Me!
Author’s note : "The Sleep Fairy" is a very unimaginative story. Shut up about how crappy it is. Thank you :]
Word Count: 258
"Ryhannn...?" Brendon looked so small, there in the doorway, in his faded vintage Journey tee and plaid Jockey PJ bottoms hanging off his thin body, knocking on Ryan’s now- ajar door. "I had a nightmare and I can’t fall back asleep." Brendon’s voice wobbled and his chocolate pudding eyes glistened with tears. Ryan’s heart softened, and he beckoned for Brendon to join him in his bed. Brendon climbed in beside him and snuggled up to his chest.
"Brennybear, you wanna hear a story?" Brendon nodded and wiped his eyes. Brendon loved it when Ryan told him a bedtime story, but he loved midnight stories just as well. "Okay, well, once upon a time, there was a boy, a normal boy, just like you, named...What should his name be?" Brendon thinks for a minute before whispering, "Spencer."
"So Spencer had a problem." Brendon’s eyes widen, he’s hanging onto Ryan’s every word. "Spencer would have these horrible nightmares about monsters and witches and bogeymen." Brendon gasped." But one night came a visit from the Sleep Fairy. Now the Sleep Fairy, she was beautiful She had golden hair in a long braid all the way down her back, and big glittery lavender wings. She would tap you four times on the head, and you’d fall asleep like that." Ryan snapped his fingers for effect. "All you have to do is believe. Do you believe, Brendon?" But he was already sound asleep.
Title: Would you believe me if I said I didn’t need you?
Rating: PG - mild cursing.
Pairing: Implied Pete/ Patrick, Patrick/ Joe
Author: Me!
Author’s note: I didn’t mean to make it seem like bandmates were taking sides, like Patrick with Joe and Pete with Andy, it just happened to work out like that.
POV: Joe’s.
Word count: 272.
I found him on the couch, shoveling Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food from the carton in his lap, into his mouth, eyes glued to a marathon of The Office. The same place he’d been for the past three days.
Patrick. My Patrick.
He’d turned into a zombie. The words permanently etched into his mind ; i don’t love you. Rejected, shot down by a fucking text message. I couldn’t stand to see him this way. A shell of what he had been up until seventy-two hours ago, when Pete had broken his heart.
It infuriated me, that Pete could just toy with his emotions, his self-worth on a thread. And just like that, Pete could send it crashing down , leaving none other than me to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess. I grabbed the remote and Rainn Wilson’s face disappeared.
"Hey!" Patrick said, craning his neck. "I was watching that!"
"Patrick, "I said calmly."Do you know what you’re doing to yourself?"
"Can’t questions like that wait until after the commercial?"
"You’ve been wallowing in self- pity, that’s what you’ve been doing. " I answered, my heart doing an Irish jig in my ribs.
"So?" He asked stubbornly, sticking another spoonful past his lips. Those gorgeous lips.
"So?" I said, exasperated. "Maybe if you peeked out of your little bubble of "I’m-nothing-without-Pete" and got your head out of your ass, then maybe you’d realize that there’s someone out there who loves you as much as you love that goddamn Pete!" I shouted.
"Who?" He asked dubiously, hazel eyes narrowed.
"Me."
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