Is the world ending? Who's gonna throw the party?

[harborshore]

*peers out from under her thesis-shaped rock* So I hear there's a volcano? In Iceland? Doing things? This is nuts, you guys. It doesn't seem like anyone has died, and I hope I haven't gotten that wrong. All planes are canceled in Stockholm and the air space is closed, because apparently it's incredibly dangerous to fly through volcanic ash. Here's hoping it stops soon, because danger and chaos and the ashes being potentially lethal for people who are seriously ill and they're coming right at us, guys, they're already over Sweden. CRAZY. Also, I'm supposed to leave for the US in a month and I want to see my little sister graduate. It's an extremely minor concern in the grand scheme of things, but I love my sister a lot and I want to be there. And compared to the Haiti earthquake and the Chile one, this is decidedly minor. Obviously. Still, a little nuts.

So. I would like to offer ficlets, because I want to think about other things. I'm going to do the first five prompts I like, which may or may not be the first five that appear, because what I can write right now is a little limited.

Theme: post- or pre-apocalyptic scenarios WITH HOPE. Interpret that as you will. Pairings or gen are fine. Bands/fandoms I can write: Mikey, FOB, Bob and Brian (they're a subset of fandom, right?), The Like, Panic/The Young Veins (even if my Jon voice is nonexistent), MSI, others possibly. I can also do Veronica Mars, DCU or BTVS, though the last two feel like cheating since it's not like they've never done the apocalypse thing before.

Prompt away!

ETA: I am done! Five, er, seven ficlets.

Comments

[languisity.livejournal.com]

patrick & mikey (gen), the day before the world ends.

considering i kinda feel like i'm boiling in my part of the world, i'm connecting with apocalypse fic on a whole new level.

here's hoping things are less crazy where you are soon. *crosses fingers*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Patrick's tuning his guitar. Again. Mikey pokes at his phone (it no longer works) and glances over at Patrick.

"You think it'll still work, after?"

Patrick's fingers halt on the strings, then starts back up again. "I don't know anything," he says. "Pete did, but--"

Mikey closes his eyes at that. Yeah, Pete knew things and Pete knew how to kiss Mikey so he wouldn't be scared anymore, and Mikey knew about Ashlee but Ashlee knew about him; everyone knew things and now they're both gone and Mikey's not sure who he misses more.

Patrick strums at his guitar, an angry sharp chord, and Mikey opens his eyes back up.

"We don't know they're dead," he says, voice level but full of edges, and Mikey nods. Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.

"Sing me something," he says, and Patrick half-smiles, sighs a little.

"Okay," he says, and hums for a second before starting. "It's a little cliche," he says, but Mikey shakes his head, because it doesn't matter.

And then Patrick sings about the west wind and remembering, and Mikey leans back against the wall and stops listening to the outside, finally, stops counting down the minutes.

Maybe, maybe.

[languisity.livejournal.com]

Holy yes, woman. ♥

Also, I want to cradle this line to my bosom (or something, idk): Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥ I am so very glad you liked it, I grew very fond of the scenario in the telling.

[languisity.livejournal.com]

I could tell! It felt like they were all settled into this broken little world and hey, if you wanted to expand this at some distant point in the future, I wouldn't hate it. /shameless

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

You never knooooow. *looks mysterious*

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.

Oh, my heart.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥ Yeah, Mikeyway, he tends to break my heart a lot.