7/26/08 11:56 pm - greenet - The Cab
The Cab: Webisode 1
The Cab: Primer
Cash and Singer Alex's Epic Romance
Allotropy by skoosiepants
Marshall smells like Elmer’s Glue. Marshall deserves to die. Alex growls, and Marshall says, “Oh, come on, seriously, Singer?” and Johnson swats him on the back of the head.
Don't Fall Behind by riflethrough
If Alex is going to tell the truth--which he does all the time, seriously, he’s the most truthful person he’s ever known--Johnson scares him. Really scares him. At first. He’ll probably grow on him. Or that’s what the guys keep saying.
Things To Do In Pete's House When You're Bored by mintyfiend
"Booby traps," Singer corrects. Cash is dragging himself up off the couch and says, "No, no. This is Pete. I mean booty traps."
You Be the Alcohol, I'll Be the Hangover by flash-indie
It’s nice, good and it makes Alex think in smiley-faces instead of like, emo poetry.
I give in, I give up by riflethrough
Alex frowns into his locker. People don’t seem to understand that under Cash Colligan’s cool and affable exterior lies a truly twisted individual who enjoys disrupting the flow of other people’s love lives and shoots squirrels and stray cats with bb guns. And does drugs.
i said, 'it's hard to focus, with your fingers in his belt loops.' by beingothrwrldly
"I didn't mean to like, suck you off or whatever," Cash says quickly.
"No, right," Johnson replies, just as quickly, his words overlapping with Cash's. "Obviously, I mean, since you're not--"
"Well, I am," Cash blurts out, and his eyes widen just a little. "I mean."
Nerve to Walk the Floor by riflethrough
“If you were an animal, what animal would you be?” Nate asks. He sits down on the curb next to Johnson.
“Um. What?” Johnson does not do well at communicating with new people on the best of days. Throw in the facts that he hadn’t seen Nate walking up and that he’s just the tiniest bit hungover, with a headache lurking somewhere behind his eyes but never actually making itself known, and he’s downright incoherent.
“If you were an animal,” Nate says, slower, “what animal would you be?” His smile is just a little mocking when he says it this time.
“A polar bear, I guess,” Johnson says, after a pause. They have transparent fur. Can’t get much cooler than that. “Why?”
“I read it in a book about how to make the best of small talk,” he says, shrugging and looking sheepish. “I’d be a koala bear. In case you wanted to know.”
Fall on Your Back by saturnalia
"Man up," says Marshall carefully. "You think I need to man up and let you lick my ass."
Distraction by lilywhitelilith
Cash Colligan is not having a good day.
and the night owes us nothing at all by withoutmaps
"We should-" Marshall's voice is rough, his head tilted back as Cash bites softly at the skin under his jaw, lower. Marshall's hands push at Cash and Cash doesn't want to go, but then Marshall grits out, "Room, fuck," and Cash thinks that's a good idea.
Crawl into You by kueble-fic
Only Cash tends to hug like he does everything else in the world – with his entire body and soul.
Taboo Happenings and Poor Sportsmanship by riflethrough
Cash sits back and watches as half his band mates and half of Panic! at the Disco try to tear each other’s throats out. Most other people would say they were playing a particularly competitive game of Taboo, but Cash likes to call it like he sees it.
Comes to Consciousness by disarm-d
Brendon's really good when he knows he can't have something, but he's not good at compartmentalizing when he can have a little bit of something that he wants to have all of.
something greater than by audreysrev
Cash is on tour the next time Brendon is home. He's got a week before album and tour promo starts up for real -- meet and greets on top of performances on top of interviews -- and Brendon spends most of it doing nothing, getting high and sleeping.
You're the one I want by witheveryspark
"In your face!" Brendon shouts, throwing his guitar-shaped controller on the floor and jumping up and down. "I win!" Cash makes a face at Brendon, a sort of 'Oh god, what did I get myself into' face. "I've been defeated." He hangs his head.
Everybody's Living Like They're Crazy In Love by welltimedsmiles
Ian asks Cash one day what "you guys, like, need?" his face is sort of twisted up and he doesn’t look at Cash. His focus entirely on the strings on the guitar he’s looking over in his hands.
lucky you by phineasjones
"Yeah, my--" Cash rolls his eyes to the ceiling, "my super cool jeans. They're lucky, you know? I gotta wear them for shows."
Reality Won't Hurt Longer Than It Should by riflethrough and miserylovedme
"And I am now a girl," Marshall says slowly. He makes a face. "Well, kind of. Sort of. Physically, anyway. Whatever."
Lost for the Night by miserylovedme
Marshall hesitates a moment before tentatively brushing a lock of curls, clinging from static to Ian’s forehead, away. Ian just stares at him, throat unexpectedly tight and wow, this really would happen to him outside a gas station at one in the morning in fucking Wisconsin.
Sleeping in Vans with Boys by enoughoflove
Ian played like no one Marshall had ever met, with his whole body and it was genuine and sincere. The look on his face had Marshall staring, mouth open; a look that said this was something Ian lived to do, the way he held the guitar, fingers sliding over the strings.
Marshall leaned over to Singer who was half in Cash’s lap, watching Ian shred.
“Can we keep him?” Marshall mumbled, only half-joking.
play the dancing truth or dare by riflethrough
It all starts with a really stupid, really random question. “Ian,” Cash says, blowing out smoke. “Dude. Have you ever had a threesome?”
feel your through the weather by riflethrough
Ian follows him to the bathroom, closing the door after them, quietly. He steps around Marshall, arm brushing against his, to turn the water on. Ian faces him for the first time that night, pulling his shirt over his head.
welcomed back by the lights by lordessrenegade
Ian isn't entirely sure when Frank had changed from Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance, holy fuck to Frank, that guy who hangs out after shows when we're in the same city and occasionally leaves his crap stuffed between the merch boxes in our van, but he's not exactly complaining.