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why_me_why_notSo, I left my notebook at work. That's not too serious, since I tried to keep all of these drabble-length and can kinda remember them, but it means my *notebook* with my *porn* and other not-for-work type thoughts is available to everyone I work with. But anyway. Drabbles! I still owe one to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alli_everyday, but here's the rest.
200 words foririsgirl12000 who asked for Frank, during Bob's burn & MRSA infection.
Frank paced restlessly in the small room and practically threw himself at Gerard when he walked in.
"How is he? Was he awake? Did you give it to him?"
"Jesus, Frankie, slow down. Yes, he was awake, and of course I gave it to him. Dude, you're worse than a fangirl with all the presents you've been sending."
Frank knew that, he did, but he wasn't about to stop. Bob needed the bear, really, because it was cuddly and cute and had eyes the same color of Frank's. Frank didn't want Bob waking up when one of them wasn't their and feeling alone, and didn't really want him getting used to the idea of sleeping alone because Frank wasn't ready to give that up. But with his less-than-stellar immune system, he wasn't allowed to spend time at the hospital like Gee and Mikey and Ray were; they were all afraid he'd catch something or carry something extra to Bob or any number of things.
"Hey, Frank." Gerard was still holding him, watching him with concern. "He's okay. A few more days and he'll be back with us, alright?"
Frank nodded, hugging Gerard tighter. He could handle a few more days.
250 words foranasuede, who gave me a prompt of Ryan/Jon, "if you don't like my music". I know this isn't what she wanted/expected, but it's what she gets.
Jon woke slowly to the feel of a warm, skinny body pressed against his and the soft sounds of... was that Fleetwood Mac?
"Dude, what the hell are you listening to?" he asked without opening his eyes, shifting around to make the shared space more comfortable.
"If you don't like my music, I'd suggest not falling asleep in my bunk."
Jon heard the rustle of pages and knew Ryan was flipping through a magazine and not really paying him that much attention. "Brendon was hiding out in mine and I needed a nap." He pressed a kiss to the bit of skin that was peeking out from the bottom of Ryan's shirt. "Someone kept me up all night last night."
"Well then, I'll be sure that someone knows you don't like to be kept up at night."
Jon opened his eyes and glared up at Ryan. He knew he was joking, but still. It's not like Jon objected to being kept up, it was just that he did need a nap and he didn't think he'd get much of one in his own bunk because either Brendon would've launched into a long, elaborate story about why he was hiding, or the person he was hiding from would have found him and he would have wanted Jon to save him.
Ryan laughed, setting the magazine aside and scooting down to lay next to Jon. "Can someone keep you up all day instead?"
Jon grinned. He was totally okay with that plan.
300 words forgelsey. The words she gave me were black dress. shindig. kleenex. scum. defenestrate. I think I should note that I had to look up defenestrate, which apparently means throw through or out of the window, and that I wrote this in 3rd person even though the actual Dresden verse is written in 1st.
Dresden hated using Molly for bait, but he didn't see anyway around it. They had heard that a few members of the Red Court were going to be at this shindig of John Marcone's tonight and they needed a way to lure them out. There were very few people Dresden trusted, and Molly was their best option.
He hadn't seen her before the dinner. He had made up a few things he needed to do and left Molly in the capable hands of her mother and Murphy. But when he saw Molly enter the room in her little black dress, he was a little disappointed to have missed what had to have been a good argument between mother and daughter because there was no way Charity had let Molly out of the house in that without one.
Dresden exchanged a look with Thomas, who was on the other side of the room, trying to blend in but failing miserably. The life of a good-looking vampire was so hard.
The night was going to be a long one, he thought, watching Molly flirt her way around the room. When she wanted to, she could be a very charming young woman. Now, if only the vampires would make their appearance, so the waiting werewolves could storm the building and defenstrate them like the scum they were. Dresden really wanted that honor for himself, but as a represntative of the White Council, even his presence here would be frowned upon and criticized.
Dresden's attention was drawn to the far side of the room by a loud commotion, and when he turned back, Molly was nervously accepting a handkerchief (an unnecessary accessory, given the fact there was kleenex on every corner table in the room) from an aristocratic-looking gentleman. Bingo. Dresden signalled his cohorts.
125 words foranasuede, who gave me FOB, any permutation, "the devil's a traveling man". Again, probably not what she was after.
"The devil's a traveling man, Patrick."
Patrick shook his head. As a rationale, it didn't really make sense, but it did in Wentzian logic, something Patrick was luckily (or unluckily) well-versed in. He sighed and got up to move around the room, shoving things into a bag. He had really been looking forward to taking some time off, to spending time doing nothing and being reminded just how awesome that could be.
"Patrick, what?"
He turned to look at his friend. "You may be a complete fucktard sometimes, Pete, but you're my fucktard, and if you think I'm going to let you go traipsing across the world alone on some whimsical journey to keep one step ahead of the devil, then you are very mistaken."
200 foririsgirl12000 and the prompt pete/patrick, jealousy, related to the halloween costumes
"You're spending an awful lot of time in front of the mirrors tonight, Pete," Patrick said as he walked by.
"I'm hot."
"You're always hot, but you're not you tonight."
"Are you implying that I'm watching myself more tonight because I'm dressed like Ryan?"
When Patrick didn't answer, Pete turned around with a smirk. "Why, Patrick, don't tell me that you're jealous of Ryan Ross."
Patrick glared. "Of course I'm fucking not." He shifted on his feet as Pete just watched him. "Oh, okay, yes I am. But only because it's taken a while to get you trained just the way I want and I'd hate to have to start over with someone new just because some little Vegas boy tempted you away."
Pete laughed and stepped close to Patrick. "Trick, don't you know that I'd never choose a hot little Vegas boy over you? Beside, Ryan's pretty busy, what with Keltie and Brendon and the new album. I'm needier than that, you should know."
Patrick tried to turn away, barely managing to hide his grin. He knew Pete was his; he just liked to be reminded sometimes. Besides, it was always interesting when Pete thought Patrick was feeling insecure.
last but not least, lots of words forciceronian_00. Like, a little over 500 she asked me for brendon, frank, and pixie stix, which amuses me greatly b/c of something to do with the Epic Love Story 'verse. But this ended up having very little to do with pixie stix and more to do with just Brendon & Frank b/c once I started writing this is what happened.
"Frank, get up."
Frank blinked sleepily at Gerard.
"Up. The panic kids just sent your boyfriend back with us after a stop, and I'm not babysitting."
Boyfriend. Brendon, right. Frank sat up just as Brendon came into view, juggling three styrofoam cups and a small bag.
"Good morning, Gee!" Brendon sing-songed, handing him one of the cups.
"Brendon. It's five a.m." Gerard didn't sound too happy but he still nodded approvingly when he took a sip of the offered drink.
Brendon shrugged. "Not my fault Pete is an insomniatic freak who wanted to stop for coffee and snacks."
Gerard shook his head and looked at Frank. "Well, this freak is all yours. Please don't get loud."
Brendon laughed as Gerard stumbled back to his own bunk before turning his attention to Frank. "Hi."
Frank still wasn't awake enough for conversation, so he just took the cups and scooted over to give Brendon room to climb in beside him. He was still feeling tired -- he thought maybe he was coming down with something, which would suck -- but he was kinda glad to see Brendon because they hadn't had much time together the last few days.
Frank sniffed at the cup, trying to determine if what was inside was some highly-caffienated beverage likely to keep him up the rest of the day.
"Hot chocolate." Brendon said, taking back the cups and setting them out of the way before kicking off his shoes and cuddling up against Frank, cold hands slipping under his tshirt. "God, you're warm. Anyway, I was only planning on bringing you one, since you haven't been feeling well and hot chocolate is an awesome feel-better type drink, and buying Gee a coffee as a peace offering because he didn't seem too happy about Pete calling this stop, but then they had Pixie Stix at the counter and Ryan said if I bought them he couldn't let me back on our bus without having to face the wrath of Spencer Smith, so he said I had to come over here with you."
"Brendon." Frank's voice was raspy, and he didn't think it was just from sleep. He wanted to say something else, like how he didn't think getting sugared up at five in the morning was a good idea, or that Brendon was welcome on their bus anytime, or even to remind Brendon that even though he liked the idea of licking sugar off his skin, they had a no-pixie-stix-in-bed rule, because the stray grains of sugar were more irritating than cookie crumbs. Instead he just cuddled closer to Brendon, closing his eyes and trying to soak up the coolness that felt so good against his overheated skin.
"Jesus, Frank, you're burning up. Are you really sick? Do you need me to get someone? I'm sure Gerard's not asleep yet." If he wasn't halfway back to dreamland already, Frank would have liked the concern in Brendon's voice.
Frank shook his head. "Later. Sleep."
Brendon settled himself against Frank, holding him close and rubbing his hands over his back, hot chocolate and pixie stix forgotten. He waited until Frank fell back into a restless sleep before digging out his sidekick and texting Gerard.
alli_everyday, but here's the rest.200 words for
irisgirl12000 who asked for Frank, during Bob's burn & MRSA infection.Frank paced restlessly in the small room and practically threw himself at Gerard when he walked in.
"How is he? Was he awake? Did you give it to him?"
"Jesus, Frankie, slow down. Yes, he was awake, and of course I gave it to him. Dude, you're worse than a fangirl with all the presents you've been sending."
Frank knew that, he did, but he wasn't about to stop. Bob needed the bear, really, because it was cuddly and cute and had eyes the same color of Frank's. Frank didn't want Bob waking up when one of them wasn't their and feeling alone, and didn't really want him getting used to the idea of sleeping alone because Frank wasn't ready to give that up. But with his less-than-stellar immune system, he wasn't allowed to spend time at the hospital like Gee and Mikey and Ray were; they were all afraid he'd catch something or carry something extra to Bob or any number of things.
"Hey, Frank." Gerard was still holding him, watching him with concern. "He's okay. A few more days and he'll be back with us, alright?"
Frank nodded, hugging Gerard tighter. He could handle a few more days.
250 words for
anasuede, who gave me a prompt of Ryan/Jon, "if you don't like my music". I know this isn't what she wanted/expected, but it's what she gets. Jon woke slowly to the feel of a warm, skinny body pressed against his and the soft sounds of... was that Fleetwood Mac?
"Dude, what the hell are you listening to?" he asked without opening his eyes, shifting around to make the shared space more comfortable.
"If you don't like my music, I'd suggest not falling asleep in my bunk."
Jon heard the rustle of pages and knew Ryan was flipping through a magazine and not really paying him that much attention. "Brendon was hiding out in mine and I needed a nap." He pressed a kiss to the bit of skin that was peeking out from the bottom of Ryan's shirt. "Someone kept me up all night last night."
"Well then, I'll be sure that someone knows you don't like to be kept up at night."
Jon opened his eyes and glared up at Ryan. He knew he was joking, but still. It's not like Jon objected to being kept up, it was just that he did need a nap and he didn't think he'd get much of one in his own bunk because either Brendon would've launched into a long, elaborate story about why he was hiding, or the person he was hiding from would have found him and he would have wanted Jon to save him.
Ryan laughed, setting the magazine aside and scooting down to lay next to Jon. "Can someone keep you up all day instead?"
Jon grinned. He was totally okay with that plan.
300 words for
gelsey. The words she gave me were black dress. shindig. kleenex. scum. defenestrate. I think I should note that I had to look up defenestrate, which apparently means throw through or out of the window, and that I wrote this in 3rd person even though the actual Dresden verse is written in 1st. Dresden hated using Molly for bait, but he didn't see anyway around it. They had heard that a few members of the Red Court were going to be at this shindig of John Marcone's tonight and they needed a way to lure them out. There were very few people Dresden trusted, and Molly was their best option.
He hadn't seen her before the dinner. He had made up a few things he needed to do and left Molly in the capable hands of her mother and Murphy. But when he saw Molly enter the room in her little black dress, he was a little disappointed to have missed what had to have been a good argument between mother and daughter because there was no way Charity had let Molly out of the house in that without one.
Dresden exchanged a look with Thomas, who was on the other side of the room, trying to blend in but failing miserably. The life of a good-looking vampire was so hard.
The night was going to be a long one, he thought, watching Molly flirt her way around the room. When she wanted to, she could be a very charming young woman. Now, if only the vampires would make their appearance, so the waiting werewolves could storm the building and defenstrate them like the scum they were. Dresden really wanted that honor for himself, but as a represntative of the White Council, even his presence here would be frowned upon and criticized.
Dresden's attention was drawn to the far side of the room by a loud commotion, and when he turned back, Molly was nervously accepting a handkerchief (an unnecessary accessory, given the fact there was kleenex on every corner table in the room) from an aristocratic-looking gentleman. Bingo. Dresden signalled his cohorts.
125 words for
anasuede, who gave me FOB, any permutation, "the devil's a traveling man". Again, probably not what she was after."The devil's a traveling man, Patrick."
Patrick shook his head. As a rationale, it didn't really make sense, but it did in Wentzian logic, something Patrick was luckily (or unluckily) well-versed in. He sighed and got up to move around the room, shoving things into a bag. He had really been looking forward to taking some time off, to spending time doing nothing and being reminded just how awesome that could be.
"Patrick, what?"
He turned to look at his friend. "You may be a complete fucktard sometimes, Pete, but you're my fucktard, and if you think I'm going to let you go traipsing across the world alone on some whimsical journey to keep one step ahead of the devil, then you are very mistaken."
200 for
irisgirl12000 and the prompt pete/patrick, jealousy, related to the halloween costumes"You're spending an awful lot of time in front of the mirrors tonight, Pete," Patrick said as he walked by.
"I'm hot."
"You're always hot, but you're not you tonight."
"Are you implying that I'm watching myself more tonight because I'm dressed like Ryan?"
When Patrick didn't answer, Pete turned around with a smirk. "Why, Patrick, don't tell me that you're jealous of Ryan Ross."
Patrick glared. "Of course I'm fucking not." He shifted on his feet as Pete just watched him. "Oh, okay, yes I am. But only because it's taken a while to get you trained just the way I want and I'd hate to have to start over with someone new just because some little Vegas boy tempted you away."
Pete laughed and stepped close to Patrick. "Trick, don't you know that I'd never choose a hot little Vegas boy over you? Beside, Ryan's pretty busy, what with Keltie and Brendon and the new album. I'm needier than that, you should know."
Patrick tried to turn away, barely managing to hide his grin. He knew Pete was his; he just liked to be reminded sometimes. Besides, it was always interesting when Pete thought Patrick was feeling insecure.
last but not least, lots of words for
ciceronian_00. Like, a little over 500 she asked me for brendon, frank, and pixie stix, which amuses me greatly b/c of something to do with the Epic Love Story 'verse. But this ended up having very little to do with pixie stix and more to do with just Brendon & Frank b/c once I started writing this is what happened."Frank, get up."
Frank blinked sleepily at Gerard.
"Up. The panic kids just sent your boyfriend back with us after a stop, and I'm not babysitting."
Boyfriend. Brendon, right. Frank sat up just as Brendon came into view, juggling three styrofoam cups and a small bag.
"Good morning, Gee!" Brendon sing-songed, handing him one of the cups.
"Brendon. It's five a.m." Gerard didn't sound too happy but he still nodded approvingly when he took a sip of the offered drink.
Brendon shrugged. "Not my fault Pete is an insomniatic freak who wanted to stop for coffee and snacks."
Gerard shook his head and looked at Frank. "Well, this freak is all yours. Please don't get loud."
Brendon laughed as Gerard stumbled back to his own bunk before turning his attention to Frank. "Hi."
Frank still wasn't awake enough for conversation, so he just took the cups and scooted over to give Brendon room to climb in beside him. He was still feeling tired -- he thought maybe he was coming down with something, which would suck -- but he was kinda glad to see Brendon because they hadn't had much time together the last few days.
Frank sniffed at the cup, trying to determine if what was inside was some highly-caffienated beverage likely to keep him up the rest of the day.
"Hot chocolate." Brendon said, taking back the cups and setting them out of the way before kicking off his shoes and cuddling up against Frank, cold hands slipping under his tshirt. "God, you're warm. Anyway, I was only planning on bringing you one, since you haven't been feeling well and hot chocolate is an awesome feel-better type drink, and buying Gee a coffee as a peace offering because he didn't seem too happy about Pete calling this stop, but then they had Pixie Stix at the counter and Ryan said if I bought them he couldn't let me back on our bus without having to face the wrath of Spencer Smith, so he said I had to come over here with you."
"Brendon." Frank's voice was raspy, and he didn't think it was just from sleep. He wanted to say something else, like how he didn't think getting sugared up at five in the morning was a good idea, or that Brendon was welcome on their bus anytime, or even to remind Brendon that even though he liked the idea of licking sugar off his skin, they had a no-pixie-stix-in-bed rule, because the stray grains of sugar were more irritating than cookie crumbs. Instead he just cuddled closer to Brendon, closing his eyes and trying to soak up the coolness that felt so good against his overheated skin.
"Jesus, Frank, you're burning up. Are you really sick? Do you need me to get someone? I'm sure Gerard's not asleep yet." If he wasn't halfway back to dreamland already, Frank would have liked the concern in Brendon's voice.
Frank shook his head. "Later. Sleep."
Brendon settled himself against Frank, holding him close and rubbing his hands over his back, hot chocolate and pixie stix forgotten. He waited until Frank fell back into a restless sleep before digging out his sidekick and texting Gerard.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:41 am (UTC)FRANK! BOB! BRENDON!
I'm getting ready to go out, but I did get another 600 words typed. Hopefully tomorrow it'll be in a fit state to send to you.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-11 12:42 am (UTC)Brendon getting kicked off his bus for purchasing pixie stix, it is understandable. Brendon is awesome for bringing Gee coffee even if he does end up texting him to get Frank help. Brendon being all worried about Frank is adorable.
Thanks!!
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:57 am (UTC)Spencer would totally kick Brendon's ass if he was hyped up on sugar at that time of the morning, especially since Spence & Jon just got to sleep about an hour ago.
Brendon is awesome. And Gee is probably gonna feel guilty that he didn't realize Frank was actually sick. And I can foresee problems btwn B & G when they both want to take care of Frank, b/c B is his boyfriend, if they're gonna put a label on it and want to take care of him, but G's been doing it for years and doesn't want someone else taking his place, and it'll be interesting. It wouldn't surprise me if F was like, "Fuck both of you, I want Bob." and then there'll be a whole round of "look what you did".
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Date: 2007-11-11 05:28 am (UTC)And LynZ would not be happy that F's taking all of G's attention when they've got limited time together.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:38 pm (UTC)Brendon is gonna get all upset b/c he has to leave to do his show, and then get even more upset that they're gonna let Frank play while he's sick, b/c Frank's pretty stubborn & he can still play, he's just gonna be more sedate than usual.
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Date: 2007-11-11 01:03 pm (UTC)LynZ will actually be a little bit relieved, because at least when Frank is contagious, G is less likely to make out with him on stage. Which, okay, yeah, she admits is hot, but she also thinks there's underlying tension involved. She tries to steer clear of band business because she wouldn't appreciate it if G messed with MSI, and G's thing with Frank is clearly, clearly part of the band, but it's also a personal thing that G just doesn't talk about.
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Date: 2007-11-11 02:02 pm (UTC)G may not be making out with F onstage, but that doesn't stop him from cuddling on the couch with him after the show, when Bob's gone out for soup and Brendon's with his own band.
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Date: 2007-11-11 11:41 pm (UTC)*worries*
I knew they had someone else playing drums the first few tour dates, but I didn't realize his wrist was that bad.
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Date: 2007-11-11 11:57 pm (UTC)*sends warm wishes his way*
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:42 am (UTC)I like that in a Stump.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-11 12:42 am (UTC)Yayz I gots Dresden!
Defenestrate is one of my new favourite words, sorry I threw it at you! I think it's such a wonderful sounding word... with such an odd meaning. Lol.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:47 am (UTC)It's a cool-sounding word, but the meaning wasn't anywhere near what I was expecting. And it worked. *g*
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:54 am (UTC)Hoping my bro thinks of it as a xmas present.
<3 Dresden verse.
I know! One more reason it's a cool word. I'm still trying to find a way to use it in regular conversation.
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:51 am (UTC)how about WE are the best?
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 02:39 am (UTC)And where'e my drabble, bitch?!?!
I love you! ♥♥♥