Musical Drabbles
Mar. 15th, 2008 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stardustonsableAlright – Kinnie Starr
(Pete/Patrick, van days)
It was early, too early for anything but thinking. Pale light filtered in through the windows of the van and warmed Pete’s calf. He wasn’t moving, was barely breathing. Instead he was thinking, and feeling the tickle of Patrick’s breath on his shoulder. He wasn’t freaking out, he wasn’t. Its just…it wasn’t everyday that your singer, your under aged singer that you’ve been in love with since the first time you saw him, kisses you, tells you he loves you, that he’s always loved you. Andy and Joe had opened the doors in the middle of Pete’s shocked silence, and Patrick had just smiled at him and moved around until he was leaning against Pete. Then he’d told Andy and Joe to keep it down, and that he and Pete were going to sleep. And that’s what they’d done.
Pete wasn’t used to being calm, to falling asleep pressed to a warm body and being allowed to think Mine. And he wasn’t used to waking up to pale sunshine, music and static mixing with Andy’s low voice, and Patrick snuffling into his shoulder, and still being allowed to think Mine.
Some Unholy War – Amy Winehouse
(Frank/ GerardGhost of You-verse)
It was one of the stupidest things Frank had ever done. He knew that. It was hard enough to hide around home. They weren’t even successful, Mikey had found out a week into the relationship. It didn’t stop him. He wouldn’t let Gerard go alone. He set his own enlistment papers on the table next to Gerard’s and curled himself around Gerard’s still-sleeping body. They would make it.
Wejustfreestylin’ pt. 1 and pt. 2
(Travis/William)
William knew that Travis loved him. He never doubted that. Even when he wasn’t saying it, it was there, in the way his hands covered William’s hips, the way he leaned his head against his neck and just sighed. Even when the drugs were the worst, when Travis was too gone to know anything, he was sure to tell William that he loved him. But William knew that Travis would always love rapping more. So he never said anything when Travis came in late from the studio, a grin on his face, his long fingers dented and stained from pens.
Love Hurts – Incubus
(past Gerard/Bert, implied Frank/Gerard)
Gerard looked at the picture. It was him and Bert, looking like they fit together. Dark hair and probably both stoned out of their mind. He closed the window and stood, walking away from the laptop. He knew he’d start crying if he looked too long, thought about it too hard. He knew, even if he’d never admit it to anyone, that Bert had probably saved him in some way, showing him that love existed for him, even if it was fucked up. He shook his head and wandered off the bus, looking for Frank
Wish We Were Older – Metro Station
(Bob/ figure it out yourself)
Bob looks back at the Panic bus one last time, and tells himself that it isn’t regret. On his own bus there’s a message that reads September 2
