Oct 17, 2008 11:45
Ten Song Drabbles (See A/N)
Characters: Gabe, William, Ryan, Bob[Morris], Patrick, Mikey, Pete, Brendon, Joe, Original
Characters
Rating: G- PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own this. This [ unfortunately] never happened.
Author: Me! (Xmexandxyoux)
Author’s Note: I did the thingy where you put your iPod on shuffle and you only have the time in the song to write a drabble about the song.. So yeah.
Sorry, the font's a bit off.
Credit: Juno, and all the bands whose songs I used.
:D
All the Small Things- Blink 182 [PG, Gabe/OFC]
"She left me roses by the stairs, surprises let me know she cares."
Gabe opened the door, smiling inwardly at the roses, the card reading, "Love, your Boo." It was a bit of a tradition with him and Hazel. She’d leave him something, and he’d reciprocate, whether it was something extravagant or just a simple card. It was their way of letting each other know that even though work was a bitch, they cared.
~
One of THOSE Nights - The Cab [PG, William/?]
"My mirrors are stained with pain and portraits of your face."
William stared at his reflection in the mirror, water dripping off his face like blood. He’d been losing control. Losing control of the beast inside him. He’d fed and he was never more completely disgusted with himself. He thought he could pretend to be something he wasn’t ; human. But even that was a lie. His fangs glistened in the light, so white, so pure, when mere hours ago, they had been stained crimson.
~
Let the Flames Begin- Paramore [ PG, Ryan/?]
Ryan gazed at him; so fragile, so innocent.
He’d only been seventeen.
"What a tragedy," they spoke, but as tragic as it was for them, with their over-the-top theatrics at the memorial, it was only amplified for Ryan, whose world had fallen apart.
Only a memory now.
A tear splashed onto the Polaroid; previous tears had fallen and dried on it, it would disappear just the same.
~
As You Cry- The Hush Sound [ PG, Bob/OFC]
"I love you." Cassidy practically fell into Bob’s arms, relief coarsing through her veins, he was sure. Bob felt a little twinge in his chest from all the lies. He’d told so many, he wasn’t completely clear of what was fact and what was fiction. No matter how many times he said it, he knew it would never be true.
~
Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash - Fall Out Boy [ PG, Patrick/ Mikey]
Patrick missed Mikey so much it hurt. Not an exaggeration, the ache started in his lower abdomen, working through his chest until he had a migraine the size of a large bird and had to go take aspirin. After of course, dismissing the thought of ‘accidently’ taking too many.
Patrick sat back down on the comfy spot in the couch, glaring at the phone, trying to communicate with it. Why wouldn’t it ring?
~
Don’t Wanna Think About You - Simple Plan [PG-13,William/ OC]
William expected him. Ryan had always found him here, generally wallowing in self-pity, mulling over the fight, rewinding the words, the thoughts crossing his mind; if only I’d done *insert here* . But this time he didn’t want to think, just wanted to drink the hardest, most raw alcohol the bar sold and hope he passed out soon.
~
Ain’t No Other Man- Christina Aguillera [PG, Brendon/ Ryan]
If you X-rayed Brendon Urie’s mind at that moment in time, you’d find thought bubbles labeled "RYAN" plus some rainbows and butterflies for good measure. Ryan was his sun, his moon, and his stars and sky. His reason to breathe. The cheese to his macaroni. However you put it, the fact stayed the same. Brendon was heels over head in love with Ryan.
And did Ryan feel the same?
Of-frickin’-course.
~
Gravity- The Dresden Dolls [ G, Gabe/ No one]
It was almost comical, the way Gabe tripped over nothing at all. One second he’d be walking - actually, strutting , this is G-A-B-E we’re talking about. He doesn’t "walk", he struts.- the next, he’d be flat on his face, nose bleeding, for the thousandth time. He was surprised he hadn’t broken it yet, the way he fell over invisible objects.
~
Moan- Cute is What We Aim For [ PG, Pete/ Patrick]
Patrick watched Pete sleep, his chest lifting and falling without as much as a serene sigh.
He made perfection look so effortless.
Unbeknownst to Patrick, it took more that just lucky genes and a boatload of eyeliner to look this godlike.
Blinding summer sun cast its light over the bed and Pete lifted his eyes open slowly, sleepily aware of the two hazel eyes concentrating on nothing but him.
"Hello, beautiful."
~
Makeout Club - Gym Class Heroes [PG, Joe/ Original Characters]
Joe was a player. At least he could admit it, because the first step to solving a problem was admitting you have one.
Ramona was first, kindergarten had proved a good place for Joe. A sweet peck on the cheek, he missed that days when things were only as complicated as deciding what color crayon you wanted to color, (or in Joe’s case, scribble) with, or how much apple juice you wanted.
Delia had worn the pants in their relationship; third grade was a bitch. Delia was the playground bully, and had everyone else except Joe cowering in fear. She’d declared him her object of affection; Joe obliged, because, well, Delia may have been mean as hell, she was insanely pretty, for a third-grader, anyway. Eventually she moved, and Joe moved on, but he’d never forget her, possibly because of the imprint she’d left in his heart, possibly because of the even bigger one she’d left on his shoulder.
patrick stump,
death!fic,
ryan ross,
joe trohman,
william beckett,
drabbles,
pete wentz,
brendon urie,
bob morris