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

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

HI YOU. ♥ If it pleases you, I would like a post-split Ryan/Spencer apocalyptic story where Spencer doesn't know where Ryan is. :D?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, like, the first time I read your prompt I missed the post-split part, and this happened:


Spencer never thought he'd miss going to school, but he does. He misses math and he misses gym and he misses recess and being outside for more than five minutes every day. He liked fifth grade, okay?

Right now he doesn't care about school though. Ryan was supposed to come to them after the third storm ebbed out, but he didn't. Spencer doesn't know where Ryan is.

He kicks at the table a little bit, and he thinks about where Ryan could be. There aren't that many places, Ryan's only twelve and he can't have gotten very far, not if he is by himself (Mr Ross got taken to the hospital this morning, he was on the list they read on the radio, but Ryan wasn't). Spencer thinks some more about where Ryan could be, and then he decides.

Five minutes later, his backpack holds a knife and three extra masks and four cans of Sprite, and he is on his way out the back door as quietly as he can because his mom will stop him if she sees him. He's wearing a mask, though.

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby intrepid Spencer *__*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Too cute, AMIRITE? ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Alternatively, this:


"Aren't you glad you wore headbands before so you had one lying around?" Brendon says weakly, and Spencer half-smiles.

Brendon's unnaturally pale, leaning against the wall in the shelter, and Spencer basically carried him most of the last bit here after the shards coming down hit the path they were on and Brendon walked into one.

"Sure," he says. "Headbands are practical." He wouldn't have wanted hair in his eyes when he grabbed Brendon and ran.

The shelter is really full of people, but Spencer's been waiting, and when he sees a familiar face, he breathes out in relief. But then.

He walks over to Jon. "Hey," he says, and Jon hugs him, holds on hard. Spencer is surprised at first but then thinks that when it starts raining glass, some things don't matter so much anymore. So he holds on right back, breathing into Jon's hair and trying not to ask, trying not to ask.

"I don't know where he is," Jon murmurs. "We weren't--I don't know where he is."

Spencer nods and backs away from Jon. Fuck. He's so sick of waiting, and he doesn't know where Ryan is. Z's there now too, she must have come in behind Jon. Her face is twisted and she's leaning hard on a dark-haired girl while another one readies a makeshift bed out of coats and scarves.

He turns to her. "Do you know where he is?"

Z shakes her head. "Him and Tenn went to--fuck, that hurts--him and Tenn went to go somewhere, I don't remember, I couldn't walk and I made them leave me."

"Okay," Spencer says. "Okay." He needs to--they have another hour in here, and then the storms will quiet for half a day or so, if the pattern holds true. He knows what he needs to do.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, you know how to make me happy -- in a "so happy I'm making terrified eyes at the screen and wanting more more more, omg" way, you know. These are so perfect, thank you, darling. ♥ Z leaning hard on a dark-haired girl while another one readies a makeshift bed out of coats and scarves, oh.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I do like the Spencer-and-Ryan thing, I think I told you that. And there's nothing I love better than stories about looking for someone you care about. *__* Oh man, and I'm glad you don't mind getting the same story twice.

PS. He finds him. Both times. Obviously. In the first story, Ryan's with another tiny tiny kid who ran too fast and lost his family in the chaos somewhere, and Spencer brings them both home, with Ryan coughing because he gave the last mask to Brendon and Spencer favoring his left foot because he tripped over debris at one point. In the second one, they end up hiding from the glass in an abandoned building and Ryan tells Spencer he loves him while Spencer's picking glass out of his skin.