My iPod is Evil and it Rules My Life
So I've seen this idea floating around for ages now... in different forms, with slightly different rules, and so on. But I've decided that this is going to be fun. :D The title of each drabble (posted below) will be the title of whatever song it is. My fandom of choice? Like you have to ask. I'm giving myself the biggest freakin' window of opportunity I can and just going with the 616 Marvel U (that is including the X-Men). Should be interesting what pops out especially seeing as it's almost 2:30 in the freakin' morning. :D Oh, and the rules are...
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player on iTunes and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a mini fic about each song that you play. You start when the song starts, and stop when it has played twice. No lingering afterwards! You can finish a sentence, but that's it!
4. Do ten of these, and then post them.
Rumors (by Lindsay Lohan)
Her cheeks were flushed as she stalked through Stark Tower. He told someone. He had to have told someone! After he promised to keep his mouth shut! After he promised none of their teammates would ever know. That bastard.
She heard his secretary say something about ‘Mr. Stark isn’t to be disturbed’, but she ignored the woman and pushed the door open. Tony was behind his desk and on the phone to… well, it didn’t matter. “Carol?”
“You promised!” She slammed the copy of the Daily Bugle that she was carrying down on his desk. “You fucking promised!”
He looked confused, but only until he saw the headline. Marvel-ous Night Out. Shit. “Carol, I didn’t tell anyone.” He glanced down at the paper again. “Anyone could have seen us on that roof top.”
“It was your idea!”
“I don’t remember you arguing about it at the time.” He crossed his arms. “At least the picture is early on in the evening.” He was grinning. Fucker! He was enjoying this!
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“At least you’re not naked on the front page of the Bugle.” He got up and walked around the desk. “It could have been worse, Carol.” He put his arms around her and she relaxed a little. How did he do that?
“No more rooftops, Tony.”
“I promise. No more rooftops.”
Hurricane by Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories
He watched her fly for hours. It was mesmerizing, the way she’d dive and float and play in the wind. She was every inch the goddess she’d been proclaimed in her youth, and he felt the need to fall at her feet and tell her so. He wouldn’t, of course. He couldn’t let her know. She’d never return such feelings, he was absolutely sure of it. So he watched.
Her hair flashed white against the brilliant blue of the sky and it made him catch his breath. She dipped lower in the sky, close enough to notice him, if she’d been facing the ground. But she wasn’t, she was facing up, looking perhaps at the wonderfully fluffy clouds that littered the sky. She looked as though the thought of landing would be horrifying. And who could blame her. It must have been very freeing to float around in the air like that. He wouldn’t know, though she did try to convince him that his acrobatic nature was probably very close. He doubted it, but she’d said she envied him that. If a blush could ever have penetrated his fur, that would have been the moment.
“Henry?” He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t notice her land not ten feet away. “You look lost, my friend.” She put a hand on his shoulder and he took it, patting it softly. “Come in and have some tea with me.”
He smiled, trying to hold the sadness from his face. “How could anyone resist such an offer from you, Ororo?”
Fall to Pieces by Avril Lavigne
That little voice that tells you when you’re doing something right or wrong drove me to distraction for a long time. It kept telling me I was being an idiot, that I should go back and defend the people that were, for a long time, my family. But I couldn’t. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms and cry. Imagine that. One of the brave skrull warriors of the empire weeping in the arms of the enemy. It’s almost laughable, but it’s true.
I wished for a moment that the super skrull program had given me some sort of psychic ability so I could know… really know if he wanted me to come back with him. Part of me believed that maybe, just maybe this time I could pull it together and make it all work. I wouldn’t have to pretend to be something I’m not with him. Even the empire wanted me to be someone else most of the time. It makes it hard to really know who you are when no one wants you to be yourself. No one… but him. And I hated him for it for so long. At least… I thought I did.
“I’m not going back with you, Johnny.” He argued, in fact, he argued a lot more than I thought he would. That helped his case more than any of the words he spoke. When he took hold of my shoulders, I nearly gave in to what I wanted.
“Lyja…”
I should have told him all of it, I should have just let it all go and let him comfort me. But being that weak isn’t something I’ve ever been good at. It’s been trained out of me I think. “It’s not your decision.”
That last blink of blue light as the Baxter Building disappeared seemed to echo the thoughts that were being voiced by my conscience. I was being an idiot.
Born to Make You Happy by Britney Spears
I think being an X-Man means that your timing has to suck. A lot. Especially when it comes to your love life. Prime example? How about finally getting to be with the man of your dreams when you’re on an alien planet that he’s supposed to destroy? Does that qualify? I think it does.
It was so hard to lose him. Harder still to believe he was back. I couldn’t wrap my head around it all at first. I thought he might not want me around, I thought I’d give him space. I was a complete and utter fool, and I wasted so much time. It’s easy to say that now. Now I have so much time to think on it all. We both wasted so much time, if I could still cry, I would.
The last thoughts I had were of him, of how much my leaving would hurt him, and how sorry I was about that. I should have been back on Earth, I should have been picking out a wedding dress and forcing Rachel into something she’d never wear again. I should have been Mrs. Peter Rasputin. But I had to save the world.
Funny the things you have time to think on when you’re dead.
Okay, that's all for now... more tomorrow because, it's now almost 3:30 in the freakin' morning and I need to get some sleep. I think I've covered a few bases so far though... Tony/Carol, Beast/Storm, Johnny/Lyja and Piotr/Kitty... yup, not bad for a night's work. :D
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player on iTunes and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a mini fic about each song that you play. You start when the song starts, and stop when it has played twice. No lingering afterwards! You can finish a sentence, but that's it!
4. Do ten of these, and then post them.
Rumors (by Lindsay Lohan)
Her cheeks were flushed as she stalked through Stark Tower. He told someone. He had to have told someone! After he promised to keep his mouth shut! After he promised none of their teammates would ever know. That bastard.
She heard his secretary say something about ‘Mr. Stark isn’t to be disturbed’, but she ignored the woman and pushed the door open. Tony was behind his desk and on the phone to… well, it didn’t matter. “Carol?”
“You promised!” She slammed the copy of the Daily Bugle that she was carrying down on his desk. “You fucking promised!”
He looked confused, but only until he saw the headline. Marvel-ous Night Out. Shit. “Carol, I didn’t tell anyone.” He glanced down at the paper again. “Anyone could have seen us on that roof top.”
“It was your idea!”
“I don’t remember you arguing about it at the time.” He crossed his arms. “At least the picture is early on in the evening.” He was grinning. Fucker! He was enjoying this!
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“At least you’re not naked on the front page of the Bugle.” He got up and walked around the desk. “It could have been worse, Carol.” He put his arms around her and she relaxed a little. How did he do that?
“No more rooftops, Tony.”
“I promise. No more rooftops.”
Hurricane by Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories
He watched her fly for hours. It was mesmerizing, the way she’d dive and float and play in the wind. She was every inch the goddess she’d been proclaimed in her youth, and he felt the need to fall at her feet and tell her so. He wouldn’t, of course. He couldn’t let her know. She’d never return such feelings, he was absolutely sure of it. So he watched.
Her hair flashed white against the brilliant blue of the sky and it made him catch his breath. She dipped lower in the sky, close enough to notice him, if she’d been facing the ground. But she wasn’t, she was facing up, looking perhaps at the wonderfully fluffy clouds that littered the sky. She looked as though the thought of landing would be horrifying. And who could blame her. It must have been very freeing to float around in the air like that. He wouldn’t know, though she did try to convince him that his acrobatic nature was probably very close. He doubted it, but she’d said she envied him that. If a blush could ever have penetrated his fur, that would have been the moment.
“Henry?” He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t notice her land not ten feet away. “You look lost, my friend.” She put a hand on his shoulder and he took it, patting it softly. “Come in and have some tea with me.”
He smiled, trying to hold the sadness from his face. “How could anyone resist such an offer from you, Ororo?”
Fall to Pieces by Avril Lavigne
That little voice that tells you when you’re doing something right or wrong drove me to distraction for a long time. It kept telling me I was being an idiot, that I should go back and defend the people that were, for a long time, my family. But I couldn’t. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms and cry. Imagine that. One of the brave skrull warriors of the empire weeping in the arms of the enemy. It’s almost laughable, but it’s true.
I wished for a moment that the super skrull program had given me some sort of psychic ability so I could know… really know if he wanted me to come back with him. Part of me believed that maybe, just maybe this time I could pull it together and make it all work. I wouldn’t have to pretend to be something I’m not with him. Even the empire wanted me to be someone else most of the time. It makes it hard to really know who you are when no one wants you to be yourself. No one… but him. And I hated him for it for so long. At least… I thought I did.
“I’m not going back with you, Johnny.” He argued, in fact, he argued a lot more than I thought he would. That helped his case more than any of the words he spoke. When he took hold of my shoulders, I nearly gave in to what I wanted.
“Lyja…”
I should have told him all of it, I should have just let it all go and let him comfort me. But being that weak isn’t something I’ve ever been good at. It’s been trained out of me I think. “It’s not your decision.”
That last blink of blue light as the Baxter Building disappeared seemed to echo the thoughts that were being voiced by my conscience. I was being an idiot.
Born to Make You Happy by Britney Spears
I think being an X-Man means that your timing has to suck. A lot. Especially when it comes to your love life. Prime example? How about finally getting to be with the man of your dreams when you’re on an alien planet that he’s supposed to destroy? Does that qualify? I think it does.
It was so hard to lose him. Harder still to believe he was back. I couldn’t wrap my head around it all at first. I thought he might not want me around, I thought I’d give him space. I was a complete and utter fool, and I wasted so much time. It’s easy to say that now. Now I have so much time to think on it all. We both wasted so much time, if I could still cry, I would.
The last thoughts I had were of him, of how much my leaving would hurt him, and how sorry I was about that. I should have been back on Earth, I should have been picking out a wedding dress and forcing Rachel into something she’d never wear again. I should have been Mrs. Peter Rasputin. But I had to save the world.
Funny the things you have time to think on when you’re dead.
Okay, that's all for now... more tomorrow because, it's now almost 3:30 in the freakin' morning and I need to get some sleep. I think I've covered a few bases so far though... Tony/Carol, Beast/Storm, Johnny/Lyja and Piotr/Kitty... yup, not bad for a night's work. :D