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

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

Bob/Patrick, post-apocalyptic roommates?

Also, all flights are cancelled in the UK at the moment! It's craziness!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Bob."

Bob's ignoring him. Again.

"Bob."

"What?"

"You've been smoking. And we can't go outside. Or open windows. My room smells like fucking cigarettes."

Bob looks momentarily guilty, but then he sets his jaw. "This shit is stressful, okay?"

And yeah, Patrick knows. They can't go outside, the city's burning out there, Pete left with the hovercraft days ago and promised to come back within a week (he's got six hours before he breaks his promise, but who's counting?). Of course Bob is smoking. But.

"It seriously fucking smells, Bob, I can't stand it."

Bob raises an eyebrow and then he smirks, like he's thought of something that'll piss Patrick off even more. He stretches out on the couch, arching a little, and suddenly that smirk is an invitation.

"So give me another way to relieve stress, then."

Patrick swallows. And then he squares his shoulders, because he's been best friends with Pete Wentz since he was fifteen, and if Bob fucking Bryar thinks he can out-innuendo Patrick, then he's got another thing coming.

"Fine," he says, casual as you please, and walks over to the couch, putting one hand on Bob's knee and trailing a finger up, up. He looks down at Bob like he never wanted to be anywhere else but right here, he knows how to do that (and maybe he means it, sort of, for a given value of world-ending scenarios, anyway).

Bob's the one swallowing now, and his mouth falls open, fuck, that's hot, that's really hot. Bob must see the shift in Patrick's face because he grins and reaches up and he has longer arms than Patrick, right, so he pulls him down into a kiss and Patrick decides, after some careful consideration, that he's going to go along with that.

Also, he totally knows how to distract Bob from smoking now. Sweet.

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

*claps and bounces* Pete left with the hovercraft, yes of course he did! Also, also, I love this, how the world's fallen apart but they're still so very them.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*beams at you* They really are, aren't they? It's the only way they can keep sane, I think. (Bob may or may not have hidden Patrick's guitar strings for half a day in retaliation for Patrick making him think they were out of coffee.)

PS. Yes, it is madness. Madness madness madness.

[nthngtoseehere.livejournal.com]

*___* I love this. Apocalypses need more adorable sexiness like this, SRSLY.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee, I TOTALLY agree.

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is awesome and hopeless joy. *beams*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite bits of canon, the Bob-and-Patrick-were-room mates-thing.