Song Fic Meme: Take 2
Sep. 3rd, 2008 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eirenicalSo, I realize it's been a while. RL is yet again trying to chew me up and spit me out. :-P *sigh* That being said, it hasn't managed it just yet. So, the other night it occurred to me that I haven't written anything new in... well, a while. Except for the occasional drabble that is. So, I pulled out the same song meme that prompted all my Party of Five ficcage... and have finally managed to poke the writing-chibis out of their hidey-holes to contemplate real fic! ^_^
You see, somewhere in the midst of my own exhausted angst, Guy started talking to me again. He wasn't really interested in "happy relationship sequel thoughts", though. He wanted to wallow in the angst of his break-up with Connie a little more. So, I figured I'd humor the poor boy and see what he came up with. After all, more back story is never a bad idea. ^_^ However, my energy level being what it is... I didn't make it through all 10 songs. O_o;;; I made it to 3... just to discover that my ability to type coherent thought ended after #2. Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided that two drabbles I was relatively happy with were better than 10 that sucked. I intend to write the other 8... but they may be a while in coming. We'll see. ^_^
And for those who don't remember the rules...
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
And yes, I cheated on Rule #3 again -- I didn't stop writing when the song ended. So sue me. ^_^
Chosen fandom: Mighty Ducks Movieverse; Guy, eventually hints of Adam/Guy
1. Queen -- Another One Bites the Dust
"Well... that was unfortunate," Charlie intoned contemplatively down into the firepit with a chagrined expression on his face.
Guy immediately shoved his friend over and with a quiet moan said, "Charlie, that was our last marshmallow! What am I supposed to eat? The stick we were roasting them on?"
A vaguely sheepish grin was his fearless Captain's only answer. Why he'd trusted the other teen, he still wasn't sure, but there wasn't much to be done about it now. He sighed mournfully into the flames as the once pristine whiteness of his marshmallow turned the black of charcoal and melted into the ashes at the base of the pit. There was something to be said for that depressing piece of poetry, he thought, staring across the flames at Dwayne. But no, he wasn't going to think about that. Connie said there was nothing between she and the team's newest hot shot and he believed her... for now.
Thoughts of Connie inevitably turned his eyes her way and he noted warily that her gaze skittered away from his awfully fast. She hastily popped her own marshmallow into her mouth, fanning quickly in front of it as she discovered that that isn't the best way to eat a molten-hot lump of sugar.
A gentle tap on his shoulder brought his attention away from his girlfriend and around to face the darkness of the woods. Adam Banks stood behind him silently holding out half of his own marshmallow. Stunned, it took Guy a moment to accept the proffered confection. To the best of his knowledge, they two weren't particularly close. He'd have expected Charlie (being the one who lost him his dessert in the first place) to offer to share before Banks would. But, well... beggars can't be choosers. He smiled and nodded a thanks in Banks' direction before turning back to the fire and popping the marshmallow onto his stick and beginning to roast it.
It was unfortunate that he looked down when he did. For if he had found a bit of darkly foreboding poetry in the burning up of the marshmallow that should have been his, he'd have found an even more interesting piece of imagery in the light blush that stained Adam Banks' cheeks as he handed over half of his own. But he wasn't looking and he didn't see... and so that piece of prose will remain untold for just a little while longer.
((*sweatdrop* OK... that was supposed to be a harmless piece of fluff brought on by the fact that I roasted marshmallows for the first time in years tonight. I'm not exactly sure what happened... O_o;;;))
2. Ace of Base -- Cruel Summer
I turn the corner and... there they are. I freeze in my tracks, not wanting to move one step closer, but not quite able to turn around and leave, either. I don't find them this way often, Fulton and Portman. But every time I do, it at once warms my heart... and feels like a knife to the guts at the same time.
Portman is sitting with his back against one of the old oak trees that line the quad, his legs stretched out in front of him. Fulton is laying down on the grass, his head pillowed on his partner's thighs. Portman is running one gentle hand through his hair. The look on both their faces is one of pure contentment. They don't have any fear of being found out in the little corner of the quad they've staked out for themselves. The campus is mostly deserted, and even if it weren't, this spot is fairly secluded.
It would be just my brand of luck that in a secluded area of a mostly-deserted campus I would be the one to stumble across them.
Fulton opens his eyes lazily and smiles at Portman, then reaches a hand up to lightly trace his fingers along his boyfriend's cheek. Portman smiles back, catches the wandering hand in his own and plants a kiss on the palm.
The warring feelings within me intensify, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm intruding on something intensely private. I know that. But... I can't look away. It hurts me to see this -- it's a burning, scalding ache that I feel like a knife in my chest, but I can't stop watching. I want what they have. I want it so much it makes it hard to breathe when I watch them like this. And what's worse... what's worse is that I had it once. I had it with Connie. But I know with absolute certainty that when the rest of the team returns to campus in 2 weeks, Connie and I are going to have "A Talk". I feel it in my gut... right next to the knife that's been buried there since I first started noticing the not-so-secret looks between she and Dwayne. And we haven't had this -- this gentle togetherness that Fulton and Portman share -- in almost 2 years. I still miss it.
And so... even though I feel bad about it, I'm going to hide here behind this tree and pretend that I'm not a voyeur while I watch the happy pair to my heart's content. Because, as jealous as I am, their love is still a beautiful thing. And as dark a place as my heart is becoming, I need to shore it up with as much warmth and beauty as I can.
((For Cripes' sake! O_O What is up with me tonight? *grumbles* Damn it, Guy, I thought you were done being angsty for a while. Can't I get some sequel inspiration? *pause, ponders* Then again, it may have something to do with my player. *eyes the Winamp* I think they're in cahoots.))
And coming soon...
3. Tears for Fears -- Shout
((And now I know they are... *twitch*))
And yeah, believe it or not... I am too tired for chibi-silliness. This little chibi has to go to bed. *yawns*
'Night!
You see, somewhere in the midst of my own exhausted angst, Guy started talking to me again. He wasn't really interested in "happy relationship sequel thoughts", though. He wanted to wallow in the angst of his break-up with Connie a little more. So, I figured I'd humor the poor boy and see what he came up with. After all, more back story is never a bad idea. ^_^ However, my energy level being what it is... I didn't make it through all 10 songs. O_o;;; I made it to 3... just to discover that my ability to type coherent thought ended after #2. Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided that two drabbles I was relatively happy with were better than 10 that sucked. I intend to write the other 8... but they may be a while in coming. We'll see. ^_^
And for those who don't remember the rules...
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
And yes, I cheated on Rule #3 again -- I didn't stop writing when the song ended. So sue me. ^_^
Chosen fandom: Mighty Ducks Movieverse; Guy, eventually hints of Adam/Guy
1. Queen -- Another One Bites the Dust
"Well... that was unfortunate," Charlie intoned contemplatively down into the firepit with a chagrined expression on his face.
Guy immediately shoved his friend over and with a quiet moan said, "Charlie, that was our last marshmallow! What am I supposed to eat? The stick we were roasting them on?"
A vaguely sheepish grin was his fearless Captain's only answer. Why he'd trusted the other teen, he still wasn't sure, but there wasn't much to be done about it now. He sighed mournfully into the flames as the once pristine whiteness of his marshmallow turned the black of charcoal and melted into the ashes at the base of the pit. There was something to be said for that depressing piece of poetry, he thought, staring across the flames at Dwayne. But no, he wasn't going to think about that. Connie said there was nothing between she and the team's newest hot shot and he believed her... for now.
Thoughts of Connie inevitably turned his eyes her way and he noted warily that her gaze skittered away from his awfully fast. She hastily popped her own marshmallow into her mouth, fanning quickly in front of it as she discovered that that isn't the best way to eat a molten-hot lump of sugar.
A gentle tap on his shoulder brought his attention away from his girlfriend and around to face the darkness of the woods. Adam Banks stood behind him silently holding out half of his own marshmallow. Stunned, it took Guy a moment to accept the proffered confection. To the best of his knowledge, they two weren't particularly close. He'd have expected Charlie (being the one who lost him his dessert in the first place) to offer to share before Banks would. But, well... beggars can't be choosers. He smiled and nodded a thanks in Banks' direction before turning back to the fire and popping the marshmallow onto his stick and beginning to roast it.
It was unfortunate that he looked down when he did. For if he had found a bit of darkly foreboding poetry in the burning up of the marshmallow that should have been his, he'd have found an even more interesting piece of imagery in the light blush that stained Adam Banks' cheeks as he handed over half of his own. But he wasn't looking and he didn't see... and so that piece of prose will remain untold for just a little while longer.
((*sweatdrop* OK... that was supposed to be a harmless piece of fluff brought on by the fact that I roasted marshmallows for the first time in years tonight. I'm not exactly sure what happened... O_o;;;))
2. Ace of Base -- Cruel Summer
I turn the corner and... there they are. I freeze in my tracks, not wanting to move one step closer, but not quite able to turn around and leave, either. I don't find them this way often, Fulton and Portman. But every time I do, it at once warms my heart... and feels like a knife to the guts at the same time.
Portman is sitting with his back against one of the old oak trees that line the quad, his legs stretched out in front of him. Fulton is laying down on the grass, his head pillowed on his partner's thighs. Portman is running one gentle hand through his hair. The look on both their faces is one of pure contentment. They don't have any fear of being found out in the little corner of the quad they've staked out for themselves. The campus is mostly deserted, and even if it weren't, this spot is fairly secluded.
It would be just my brand of luck that in a secluded area of a mostly-deserted campus I would be the one to stumble across them.
Fulton opens his eyes lazily and smiles at Portman, then reaches a hand up to lightly trace his fingers along his boyfriend's cheek. Portman smiles back, catches the wandering hand in his own and plants a kiss on the palm.
The warring feelings within me intensify, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm intruding on something intensely private. I know that. But... I can't look away. It hurts me to see this -- it's a burning, scalding ache that I feel like a knife in my chest, but I can't stop watching. I want what they have. I want it so much it makes it hard to breathe when I watch them like this. And what's worse... what's worse is that I had it once. I had it with Connie. But I know with absolute certainty that when the rest of the team returns to campus in 2 weeks, Connie and I are going to have "A Talk". I feel it in my gut... right next to the knife that's been buried there since I first started noticing the not-so-secret looks between she and Dwayne. And we haven't had this -- this gentle togetherness that Fulton and Portman share -- in almost 2 years. I still miss it.
And so... even though I feel bad about it, I'm going to hide here behind this tree and pretend that I'm not a voyeur while I watch the happy pair to my heart's content. Because, as jealous as I am, their love is still a beautiful thing. And as dark a place as my heart is becoming, I need to shore it up with as much warmth and beauty as I can.
((For Cripes' sake! O_O What is up with me tonight? *grumbles* Damn it, Guy, I thought you were done being angsty for a while. Can't I get some sequel inspiration? *pause, ponders* Then again, it may have something to do with my player. *eyes the Winamp* I think they're in cahoots.))
And coming soon...
3. Tears for Fears -- Shout
((And now I know they are... *twitch*))
And yeah, believe it or not... I am too tired for chibi-silliness. This little chibi has to go to bed. *yawns*
'Night!
