Drabbles #5
I've had writers block for a while and it's sucked majorly and today I asked for prompts and yay I think my writing groove is back on yay.
Not all of these are ATL one of them is P!ATD and one of them is a crossover yep
Rated PG-13
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Ryan Ross
Prompt: weird things happen in vegas?
Weirder things have happened, Alex swears it. Tours cross all the time, it’s just not usually bands that Alex idolized while trying to get his own band to headlining tours in Europe and Asia. Most of them are barely legal, they’re in the casinos drinking overpriced alcohol and gambling away money that isn’t strictly theirs.
They’re leaning closer to the edge of drunk rather than tipsy, sitting on a double bed in one of the hotel rooms. There’s a game of scrabble in between them, Ryan just spelled out the word nelipot and Alex refuses to believe that it’s a word. “It means walking around with no shoes,” Ryan slurs, eyes too bright.
Alex toes off his shoes, wiggles his sock-covered toes and then pushes himself off of the bed, balancing on the balls of his feet before he does this shimmy-dance thing across the room. “So, I’m a nelipot?” Ryan leans back on his elbows, pushing the game of scrabble aside with his hip.
“Sure,” he says, and Alex starts spinning, around the room until he trips over his shoes and lands sprawled across Ryan’s lap, knocking the game off of the bed and onto the floor, scrabble chips flying everywhere.
“You’re so bony,” Alex pokes Ryan in the hip, and then in the cheek, and then he leans forwards and their lips mash together, sliding wet as Alex’s tongue invades his mouth.
They make out; Ryan says, “I’m straight,” to which Alex says, “Yeah, okay,” and then resituates himself, reaching over and turning off the lamp as he kisses him again.
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
Prompt: cute fluff?
Ryan wakes up to pebbles tapping against his window panes. “What?” he hisses into the cool night air when he pushes his window open, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he hasn’t woken his dad up.
There isn’t anyone in sight, but there are hundreds of white candles lined up in rows to spell out Homecoming? on his lawn.
A slow smile curls across Ryan’s lips, and he knows that his boyfriend is hiding somewhere. He might be in the shadow behind the SUV in the drive way, or down the street in the neighbors yard or something. It doesn’t matter.
“Of course,” he says into the star speckled night, and from the side of the house Brendon smiles wide, breath condensing white as he exhales.
Pairing: Rian Dawson/Zack Merrick (Rian/Cassadee)
Prompt: it's in a church and like rian and cassadee are about to say i do and they ask if anyone has any objections speak now, and zack is in the back and he stands up but like just walks away and alex goes after him then rians all "oh i can't do dis!!" and he runs after them both and then he gets outside and zacks gone but he knows where he is going or something idk that's all i got and this is really weird ok i'm sorry bye
“If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else forever hold your peace.”
There’s a slight commotion in the back of the church, and Rian turns his head, eyebrows furrowing together. He sees Zack, meets his eyes for a second before Zack is turning on his heel, exiting the church with Alex on his heels.
Cassadee looks confused, and there’s a hum of voices as people start talking amongst themselves. Rian looks torn for a second before he says loudly, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” The hum gets louder, like a drone of bees and Rian doesn’t even look back at Cassadee, dressed in a flowing white dress and left at the alter.
“Where is he?” Rian asks Alex, and the blonde looks almost relieved.
“You came back,” he says, and then: “I don’t know. He grabbed his bike and then split.”
Rian shades his eyes and looks down the road. There are black skid marks in the asphalt. “I know where he went.”
Alex hands him the keys to his car. “Go get him, I’ll hold them back.”
He sees his bike first, shiny and red, glinting in the sunlight. Zack is sitting on a picnic table, knees pulled up to his chest. His jacket suit is lying rejected next to him.
“I couldn’t do it,” Rian whispers, taking a seat next to him. “I don’t love her. I couldn’t admit to who I was. I’m sorry.”
Zack turns his face and studies Rian’s profile, lips pursed. “I know,” he says, and then leans forwards, kissing him slow and sweet. “It’s okay.”
Not all of these are ATL one of them is P!ATD and one of them is a crossover yep
Rated PG-13
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Ryan Ross
Prompt: weird things happen in vegas?
Weirder things have happened, Alex swears it. Tours cross all the time, it’s just not usually bands that Alex idolized while trying to get his own band to headlining tours in Europe and Asia. Most of them are barely legal, they’re in the casinos drinking overpriced alcohol and gambling away money that isn’t strictly theirs.
They’re leaning closer to the edge of drunk rather than tipsy, sitting on a double bed in one of the hotel rooms. There’s a game of scrabble in between them, Ryan just spelled out the word nelipot and Alex refuses to believe that it’s a word. “It means walking around with no shoes,” Ryan slurs, eyes too bright.
Alex toes off his shoes, wiggles his sock-covered toes and then pushes himself off of the bed, balancing on the balls of his feet before he does this shimmy-dance thing across the room. “So, I’m a nelipot?” Ryan leans back on his elbows, pushing the game of scrabble aside with his hip.
“Sure,” he says, and Alex starts spinning, around the room until he trips over his shoes and lands sprawled across Ryan’s lap, knocking the game off of the bed and onto the floor, scrabble chips flying everywhere.
“You’re so bony,” Alex pokes Ryan in the hip, and then in the cheek, and then he leans forwards and their lips mash together, sliding wet as Alex’s tongue invades his mouth.
They make out; Ryan says, “I’m straight,” to which Alex says, “Yeah, okay,” and then resituates himself, reaching over and turning off the lamp as he kisses him again.
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
Prompt: cute fluff?
Ryan wakes up to pebbles tapping against his window panes. “What?” he hisses into the cool night air when he pushes his window open, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he hasn’t woken his dad up.
There isn’t anyone in sight, but there are hundreds of white candles lined up in rows to spell out Homecoming? on his lawn.
A slow smile curls across Ryan’s lips, and he knows that his boyfriend is hiding somewhere. He might be in the shadow behind the SUV in the drive way, or down the street in the neighbors yard or something. It doesn’t matter.
“Of course,” he says into the star speckled night, and from the side of the house Brendon smiles wide, breath condensing white as he exhales.
Pairing: Rian Dawson/Zack Merrick (Rian/Cassadee)
Prompt: it's in a church and like rian and cassadee are about to say i do and they ask if anyone has any objections speak now, and zack is in the back and he stands up but like just walks away and alex goes after him then rians all "oh i can't do dis!!" and he runs after them both and then he gets outside and zacks gone but he knows where he is going or something idk that's all i got and this is really weird ok i'm sorry bye
“If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else forever hold your peace.”
There’s a slight commotion in the back of the church, and Rian turns his head, eyebrows furrowing together. He sees Zack, meets his eyes for a second before Zack is turning on his heel, exiting the church with Alex on his heels.
Cassadee looks confused, and there’s a hum of voices as people start talking amongst themselves. Rian looks torn for a second before he says loudly, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” The hum gets louder, like a drone of bees and Rian doesn’t even look back at Cassadee, dressed in a flowing white dress and left at the alter.
“Where is he?” Rian asks Alex, and the blonde looks almost relieved.
“You came back,” he says, and then: “I don’t know. He grabbed his bike and then split.”
Rian shades his eyes and looks down the road. There are black skid marks in the asphalt. “I know where he went.”
Alex hands him the keys to his car. “Go get him, I’ll hold them back.”
He sees his bike first, shiny and red, glinting in the sunlight. Zack is sitting on a picnic table, knees pulled up to his chest. His jacket suit is lying rejected next to him.
“I couldn’t do it,” Rian whispers, taking a seat next to him. “I don’t love her. I couldn’t admit to who I was. I’m sorry.”
Zack turns his face and studies Rian’s profile, lips pursed. “I know,” he says, and then leans forwards, kissing him slow and sweet. “It’s okay.”