Drabble Set 02
Title: Drabble Set 02
Author: Me
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
NO. 12 [Enemies]
Alex didn’t even really know how it had started, exactly, but for as long as he could remember, he’d been at odds with a certain tanned, inked, dimpled man. M. Shadows was the bane of his existence, the pain in his ass, and the reason he found him all the more attractive. Who would have thought that a man so cocky, ignorant, and mouthy could be so damn attractive? There was something about that slow, lazy drawl that presented itself when Matt was drawing up some ridiculous slander about Atreyu that always got Alex all hot and bothered, and not just mentally. True, he thought Matt to be a snobbish dick, but who could resist his “boyish good looks and charming dimpled smile”?
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NO. 18 [Children]
Once Zacky had hit about the age of twelve, he’d stopped liking children. In his opinion, they were all whiny little brats with runny noses and high-pitched voices that grated on his nerves. However, now he would say that as of that morning, his opinion had definitely changed. Sitting on the couch and cradling the little boy in his arms, he decided that he happened to have the best little kid in the world. With his lightly tanned skin, pudgy cheeks, dark hair and hazel eyes, he was a spitting image of both himself and Johnny, despite being adopted. Now, if anybody asked him, kids were great. Unfortunately, nobody believed him. The sudden change was unexpected and previously, every time Zacky had seen a child in the grocery store, crying because he wanted candy or seen a kid at McDonald’s, running around in the play place and screaming at the top of his lungs, he had actually somewhat shuddered in disgust. Now, it was his kid running around the playground and begging for sweets in the grocery store, but that was ok. It was expected of him.
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NO. 22 [Death]
Matt had never imagined that it would happen to him. Sure, you read about this stuff all the time, but not to anybody like him. He was famous. Fuck, he was a rock star, and that was supposed to make him invincible. But here he lay, sprawled across the pavement, surrounded by broken glass and his own blood as he vaguely saw figures swimming before his eyes, rescue workers trying to comfort him in his last moments as they tried to help the other occupant of the vehicle and also the occupants of the vehicle that had hit his beloved Chevelle. He thought longingly of Val, of the band, of his family, and of all the friends he was leaving behind. He just wished he’d gotten a chance to say goodbye. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to die when he was over ninety years old and in a nursing home, hopefully just passing away in his sleep. He wasn’t supposed to go out in a car crash caused when a deer had run across the road, causing another car to swerve and slam head on into theirs at speeds nearing eighty miles an hour. As his last breath left his body, one single tear dripped down his cheek and he let out a hushed whisper into the inky night. “I love you.”
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NO. 37 [Lunch]
Johnny was sick of bullies. Day in and day out, he got to sit at the table and watch everyone else eat lunch while he had nothing because his money had gotten stolen again. He found it slightly funny, however, that the “cunning” bully always insisted that Johnny was fat enough that he would survive without food, though the other boy easily weighed probably close to twice as much as he did. Fat, his ass. Johnny just wanted his lunch and he was determined to get it. Finally, he’d hit the last straw and, when the boy came to get his money that day, Johnny had instead offered him the lunch his mom had made him. When the boy gleefully accepted, Johnny had replied with the clichéd “Let’s see, I’ve got a knuckle sandwich…” and promptly knocked the boy’s front teeth out.
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NO. 66 [Anger]
From the time Matt had been in middle school, perhaps even elementary school, he’d had a terrible anger problem. He figured that was obvious, considering the fact that he’d had his first anger management session at the tender age of eight after smashing out his teacher’s car windows. Now, as he sat on a picnic table outside the tour busses, he figured he was just fucked up in the head. After all, in just ten minutes, he’d managed to get himself into a terrible mess by decking Jimmy and kicking Brian in the balls just because they’d suggested during sound check that he sounded a little hoarse and he should probably skip the partying that night. True, they were right, but they weren’t his mother. He could decide for himself if he was to stay in or not. There was a lot to be said for Matt losing his temper. It was comparable to a hurricane and much like a severe thunderstorm: full of boiling rage and his booming, thunderous voice. As Brian sat on one of the couches and watched Matt scream at Jimmy, though, a vein popping out in his throat, he had to admit that Matt looked drop dead gorgeous when he was angry.
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NO. 73 [Threesome]
Zacky vividly remembered his first encounter with public sexuality. It had been a warm summer day and his boss had been barking at him all day to take out the trash, threatening him with the loss of his job if he didn’t comply. Grumbling under his breath, he had grabbed the heavy black bags and lugged them out to the dumpster. Frowning when he heard soft moans coming from a nearby building, he let his curiosity get the better of him and went over to check it out. Standing on his toes and peering in the window, he’d gasped quietly at the sight before him: a small, pudgy boy no older than sixteen moaning breathlessly as a very built and tattooed man a few years his senior pounded into him while being pounded into by a man who was just as heavily inked but with less muscle and dark, feathery hair. He stared as perfectly rounded droplets of sweat rolled down the middle man’s back as he arched it, digging his blunt fingertips into the younger boy’s sides, causing him to cry out with pleasure. They all came at nearly the same time, crying out names and profanities as their seed was spilled, the only traces of it spilling over the biggest man’s fist and stomach. They all collapsed together into a sweaty heap, Zacky quickly adjusting himself and scuttling away. Boy, would this be a hard one to explain to his boss.
Author: Me
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
NO. 12 [Enemies]
Alex didn’t even really know how it had started, exactly, but for as long as he could remember, he’d been at odds with a certain tanned, inked, dimpled man. M. Shadows was the bane of his existence, the pain in his ass, and the reason he found him all the more attractive. Who would have thought that a man so cocky, ignorant, and mouthy could be so damn attractive? There was something about that slow, lazy drawl that presented itself when Matt was drawing up some ridiculous slander about Atreyu that always got Alex all hot and bothered, and not just mentally. True, he thought Matt to be a snobbish dick, but who could resist his “boyish good looks and charming dimpled smile”?
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NO. 18 [Children]
Once Zacky had hit about the age of twelve, he’d stopped liking children. In his opinion, they were all whiny little brats with runny noses and high-pitched voices that grated on his nerves. However, now he would say that as of that morning, his opinion had definitely changed. Sitting on the couch and cradling the little boy in his arms, he decided that he happened to have the best little kid in the world. With his lightly tanned skin, pudgy cheeks, dark hair and hazel eyes, he was a spitting image of both himself and Johnny, despite being adopted. Now, if anybody asked him, kids were great. Unfortunately, nobody believed him. The sudden change was unexpected and previously, every time Zacky had seen a child in the grocery store, crying because he wanted candy or seen a kid at McDonald’s, running around in the play place and screaming at the top of his lungs, he had actually somewhat shuddered in disgust. Now, it was his kid running around the playground and begging for sweets in the grocery store, but that was ok. It was expected of him.
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NO. 22 [Death]
Matt had never imagined that it would happen to him. Sure, you read about this stuff all the time, but not to anybody like him. He was famous. Fuck, he was a rock star, and that was supposed to make him invincible. But here he lay, sprawled across the pavement, surrounded by broken glass and his own blood as he vaguely saw figures swimming before his eyes, rescue workers trying to comfort him in his last moments as they tried to help the other occupant of the vehicle and also the occupants of the vehicle that had hit his beloved Chevelle. He thought longingly of Val, of the band, of his family, and of all the friends he was leaving behind. He just wished he’d gotten a chance to say goodbye. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to die when he was over ninety years old and in a nursing home, hopefully just passing away in his sleep. He wasn’t supposed to go out in a car crash caused when a deer had run across the road, causing another car to swerve and slam head on into theirs at speeds nearing eighty miles an hour. As his last breath left his body, one single tear dripped down his cheek and he let out a hushed whisper into the inky night. “I love you.”
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NO. 37 [Lunch]
Johnny was sick of bullies. Day in and day out, he got to sit at the table and watch everyone else eat lunch while he had nothing because his money had gotten stolen again. He found it slightly funny, however, that the “cunning” bully always insisted that Johnny was fat enough that he would survive without food, though the other boy easily weighed probably close to twice as much as he did. Fat, his ass. Johnny just wanted his lunch and he was determined to get it. Finally, he’d hit the last straw and, when the boy came to get his money that day, Johnny had instead offered him the lunch his mom had made him. When the boy gleefully accepted, Johnny had replied with the clichéd “Let’s see, I’ve got a knuckle sandwich…” and promptly knocked the boy’s front teeth out.
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NO. 66 [Anger]
From the time Matt had been in middle school, perhaps even elementary school, he’d had a terrible anger problem. He figured that was obvious, considering the fact that he’d had his first anger management session at the tender age of eight after smashing out his teacher’s car windows. Now, as he sat on a picnic table outside the tour busses, he figured he was just fucked up in the head. After all, in just ten minutes, he’d managed to get himself into a terrible mess by decking Jimmy and kicking Brian in the balls just because they’d suggested during sound check that he sounded a little hoarse and he should probably skip the partying that night. True, they were right, but they weren’t his mother. He could decide for himself if he was to stay in or not. There was a lot to be said for Matt losing his temper. It was comparable to a hurricane and much like a severe thunderstorm: full of boiling rage and his booming, thunderous voice. As Brian sat on one of the couches and watched Matt scream at Jimmy, though, a vein popping out in his throat, he had to admit that Matt looked drop dead gorgeous when he was angry.
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NO. 73 [Threesome]
Zacky vividly remembered his first encounter with public sexuality. It had been a warm summer day and his boss had been barking at him all day to take out the trash, threatening him with the loss of his job if he didn’t comply. Grumbling under his breath, he had grabbed the heavy black bags and lugged them out to the dumpster. Frowning when he heard soft moans coming from a nearby building, he let his curiosity get the better of him and went over to check it out. Standing on his toes and peering in the window, he’d gasped quietly at the sight before him: a small, pudgy boy no older than sixteen moaning breathlessly as a very built and tattooed man a few years his senior pounded into him while being pounded into by a man who was just as heavily inked but with less muscle and dark, feathery hair. He stared as perfectly rounded droplets of sweat rolled down the middle man’s back as he arched it, digging his blunt fingertips into the younger boy’s sides, causing him to cry out with pleasure. They all came at nearly the same time, crying out names and profanities as their seed was spilled, the only traces of it spilling over the biggest man’s fist and stomach. They all collapsed together into a sweaty heap, Zacky quickly adjusting himself and scuttling away. Boy, would this be a hard one to explain to his boss.