Ficlet Post: Drabbles For Icons
Aug. 23rd, 2009 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
harborshoreI spent some time this weekend distracting myself while stuck in bed by writing ficlets for my icons. They were supposed to be about 200 words each, but I started with the one for Steve and Lyn-Z, and it's now 1500 words and most emphatically Not Done. These two are, though.
Keywods: thin sunshine
Title: Strike Another Match, Let's Start Anew
Pairing: Gen
RatingL PG
Summary: Frank and Ray take a break during the shooting of the video for I'm Not Okay.
Word Count: 360
If Frank doesn't get to have a cigarette soon, he might start crying or throw his shoe at a camera or climb on Bob, and things are so tense and weird that he's not sure he can do any of that. Besides, Bob has a broken foot. Or something.
So during a break from shooting, he sneaks outside.
He takes a drag and leans against the wall. Seriously, this is such shit. It's supposed to be fucking awesome, filming this video, and everything's just really goddamn weird.
Also, his school uniform is fucking uncomfortable and wearing it makes him feel about twelve years old. Catholic school just never stops being traumatizing.
"Hey, can I have one of those?" Ray says behind him.
Frank turns around, staring. "Seriously? You never--but sure, yeah."
Accepting the cigarette, Ray lights it and smiles tiredly at Frank. "You don't think this is a good occasion?"
"No, man, obviously, just--" Frank flaps his hands at Ray, almost burning him.
"Hey!" Ray narrowly avoids his flailing and shakes his head at Frank. "Things are just so tense in there, I had to get out for a second."
Frank just nods at that, because yeah, yes.
He swallows, looking down at his hands. "Ray," he starts, unsure of how to continue. "Do you think he can, that we'll—"
Sighing, Ray looks out over the deserted parking lot. "I figure it's a fifty-fifty sort of thing, but fuck, I've never seen Gerard this determined. Except when he started the band. Plus, there's Bob."
Frank nods, drops his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out. He feels a little better. It's a really fucking grey LA morning, but it stopped raining, and they're filming a video. All officially and shit. And maybe, maybe.
He turns to go back inside and sees Mikey, sticking his head out the door. "Frank, they can't find you and you're supposed to do stuff."
"You knew I was out here, huh?" And he's smiling, because it's Mikey, blinking at him and looking out of it, but he knew where Frank was and he's holding a coffee that he maybe hasn't drunk all of. Maybe some things, some good things, are still the same.
Mikey rolls his eyes. "'Course I knew. Come on," and he goes back inside without checking if Frank will follow. But he does. Of course he does. Time to drink some fake science experiment, fuck yes.
Keywords: oh love, oh my love
Title: One Hand Waving Free
Pairing: Gerard/Lindsey
RatingL PG
Summary: Gerard and Lindsey are on a vacation in Sweden. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunnymcfoo.
Word Count: 390
"I thought it was supposed to rain a lot here." Gerard sounds disgruntled.
Repressing a smile, Lindsey doesn't remind him that his leather jacket is kind of ridiculously warm for summer. Especially because Stockholm, contrary to its reputation for cool and gray weather (matching the clothes of its inhabitants), is currently swathed in sunlight.
Lindsey's not complaining about it, actually. Her sketching fingers are itching; it's a gorgeous city, and she wants to figure out if she can make it creepy-beautiful or beautifully creepy. Or just catch the light, somehow, the light and the water. Also, the sun here isn't nearly as oppressive as it gets in LA, which is a goddamn relief.
But they should eat, or they'll both get cranky. "Come on, Gee," she says, motioning him to follow her up the hill. "We have two hours before Mikey and Alicia get back from Skansen with Bandit, so let's go check out the vegetarian restaurant. And, um, honey? You might wanna take off your jacket."
He grins ruefully at her. "You're determined to make me all tan and shit just in time for tour, aren't you? The fans'll be mad at you."
"Eh, whatever, I'm just trying to get you to bring out the old makeup. You know they'd love that."
He gets a faraway look in his eyes, and she grins at the thought of him actually getting out the old Revenge makeup. Could be fun, really fun. But then they both freeze, halfway up the hill.
"Look, Lyn," Gerard says, sweeping his hand outward, "look, look."
The view is--god, words are stupid sometimes. The water glitters, and they can see three of the seven islands this city is built on. Lindsey thinks, too, that she can hear the happy screaming from the amusement park on the other side of the bay. The ferris wheel looks like it'll get you high enough to touch the goddamn sky.
"You've got my--" she says, holding her hand out, and Gerard gives her the bag they've been taking turns carrying that holds their sketch books, their wallets, and the camera. She doesn't have to look to know that he's getting the camera out, attempting to put together another panorama shot (they're always adorably crooked), and she digs out her sketch book.
That ferris wheel, hell yes, it's perfect.
Keywods: thin sunshine
Title: Strike Another Match, Let's Start Anew
Pairing: Gen
RatingL PG
Summary: Frank and Ray take a break during the shooting of the video for I'm Not Okay.
Word Count: 360
If Frank doesn't get to have a cigarette soon, he might start crying or throw his shoe at a camera or climb on Bob, and things are so tense and weird that he's not sure he can do any of that. Besides, Bob has a broken foot. Or something.
So during a break from shooting, he sneaks outside.
He takes a drag and leans against the wall. Seriously, this is such shit. It's supposed to be fucking awesome, filming this video, and everything's just really goddamn weird.
Also, his school uniform is fucking uncomfortable and wearing it makes him feel about twelve years old. Catholic school just never stops being traumatizing.
"Hey, can I have one of those?" Ray says behind him.
Frank turns around, staring. "Seriously? You never--but sure, yeah."
Accepting the cigarette, Ray lights it and smiles tiredly at Frank. "You don't think this is a good occasion?"
"No, man, obviously, just--" Frank flaps his hands at Ray, almost burning him.
"Hey!" Ray narrowly avoids his flailing and shakes his head at Frank. "Things are just so tense in there, I had to get out for a second."
Frank just nods at that, because yeah, yes.
He swallows, looking down at his hands. "Ray," he starts, unsure of how to continue. "Do you think he can, that we'll—"
Sighing, Ray looks out over the deserted parking lot. "I figure it's a fifty-fifty sort of thing, but fuck, I've never seen Gerard this determined. Except when he started the band. Plus, there's Bob."
Frank nods, drops his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out. He feels a little better. It's a really fucking grey LA morning, but it stopped raining, and they're filming a video. All officially and shit. And maybe, maybe.
He turns to go back inside and sees Mikey, sticking his head out the door. "Frank, they can't find you and you're supposed to do stuff."
"You knew I was out here, huh?" And he's smiling, because it's Mikey, blinking at him and looking out of it, but he knew where Frank was and he's holding a coffee that he maybe hasn't drunk all of. Maybe some things, some good things, are still the same.
Mikey rolls his eyes. "'Course I knew. Come on," and he goes back inside without checking if Frank will follow. But he does. Of course he does. Time to drink some fake science experiment, fuck yes.
Keywords: oh love, oh my love
Title: One Hand Waving Free
Pairing: Gerard/Lindsey
RatingL PG
Summary: Gerard and Lindsey are on a vacation in Sweden. For
bunnymcfoo.Word Count: 390
"I thought it was supposed to rain a lot here." Gerard sounds disgruntled.
Repressing a smile, Lindsey doesn't remind him that his leather jacket is kind of ridiculously warm for summer. Especially because Stockholm, contrary to its reputation for cool and gray weather (matching the clothes of its inhabitants), is currently swathed in sunlight.
Lindsey's not complaining about it, actually. Her sketching fingers are itching; it's a gorgeous city, and she wants to figure out if she can make it creepy-beautiful or beautifully creepy. Or just catch the light, somehow, the light and the water. Also, the sun here isn't nearly as oppressive as it gets in LA, which is a goddamn relief.
But they should eat, or they'll both get cranky. "Come on, Gee," she says, motioning him to follow her up the hill. "We have two hours before Mikey and Alicia get back from Skansen with Bandit, so let's go check out the vegetarian restaurant. And, um, honey? You might wanna take off your jacket."
He grins ruefully at her. "You're determined to make me all tan and shit just in time for tour, aren't you? The fans'll be mad at you."
"Eh, whatever, I'm just trying to get you to bring out the old makeup. You know they'd love that."
He gets a faraway look in his eyes, and she grins at the thought of him actually getting out the old Revenge makeup. Could be fun, really fun. But then they both freeze, halfway up the hill.
"Look, Lyn," Gerard says, sweeping his hand outward, "look, look."
The view is--god, words are stupid sometimes. The water glitters, and they can see three of the seven islands this city is built on. Lindsey thinks, too, that she can hear the happy screaming from the amusement park on the other side of the bay. The ferris wheel looks like it'll get you high enough to touch the goddamn sky.
"You've got my--" she says, holding her hand out, and Gerard gives her the bag they've been taking turns carrying that holds their sketch books, their wallets, and the camera. She doesn't have to look to know that he's getting the camera out, attempting to put together another panorama shot (they're always adorably crooked), and she digs out her sketch book.
That ferris wheel, hell yes, it's perfect.