InsaneJournal

RPS drabbles--assorted fandoms
pairings and prompts courtesy of the usual suspect in an attempt to get anything jogged loose and return a bit of sanity and words. x-posted from lise1973 on lj

title: Dude, that's J's Cake
author: Lise (aka lisa roquin)
prompt: frosting
pairing: Jensen Ackles/Chris Kane
note: blame sleep deprivation & the usual suspect


"Mmmm, what the hell are you doing?" Chris smiled moving to press against Jen from behind.

"What's it look like, genius?" Jensen snorted and tried to smear the frosting on the cake without the cake crumbling or getting more uneven. Why the fuck had they decided he was the one that was the ideal to get the cake for Jared's little impromptu birthday get together.

"Chocolate" Chris grinned and reached around Jen.

"Dude! That's J's cake! You've got finger tracks on it!" Jensen tried to sound angry, coming off as relieved. The cake was officially ruined, or at least enough he could say fuck it. Why the fuck did he have to be the one stuck with cake? Beer hell yeah he could manage that. But the fucking cake?

Chris licked the frosting lasciviously. "It's tasty. Taste better on you than Jared"

"You damn well better think so"

~*~

"Happy fucking birthday" Jensen grinned shoving the half a sheet cake with walmart sticker still on the plastic cover at Jared.

"Teletubbies" Jared blinked. "I'm not asking...I'm just not..and Chris you have frosting on your ear."


~*~*~*~*~

title: Diabolical
author: lise
prompt: cruise
characters: Ray Toro, Bob Bryar
warning: het



"Think Christa would like a cruise?"

Bob looked up at the random question, living on this bus with this band, random was a way of life, what startled him was it came from Ray.

"What kind of cruise? You want to get stuck on a boat with some stalkery fan?"

"I could get a buzz before--"

"You want to hear it like Gerard did when he went blonde?"

"No, but would they notice?"

Bob looked at Ray. "You want to risk it?"

"No"

"We could all go...get cabins on seperate decks. Make sure Lyn Z and Gerard have their fucking unicorn shirts along. Let them and Frank and Jamia get stalked and me and Kat and you and Christa and Mikey and Alicia could have a nice vacation."

"Kinda ruins the point of time off."

Bob snorted and lit a cigarette, simply looking at Ray.

"I'll put the bug in Gerard's ear later." Ray grinned.

"Play up the romantic shit" Bob grinned back.



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title: Offered Refuge
author: lise
prompt: sock
characters: Gerard Way, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz (set warped 05)



"You...don't want to go in there."

"I don't?" Patrick frowned a little surprised to find Gerard Way standing dazed in front of Fall Out Boy's bus door.

"No." Gerard shook his head. "You don't."

Patrick stared at the front man of My Chemical Romance. "Do I want to ask why not?"

"They started singing the song that never ends to make me scream. Then got side tracked by talking about Lambchop. They're making sock puppets."

Patrick made a whining noise and stared at the bus. "I wanted to cool off and write...sock puppets?"

Gerard nodded. "C'mon, already warned Andy and Joe..."

"That was nice of you.." Patrick managed.

"If they kill their own bassist that's your problem but Mikey's my brother."

"Point." Patrick nodded. So much for writing, he allowed himself to be steered toward the My Chem bus. They were cool guys, and they had video games and comics, and most importantly, Pete and Mikey making sock puppets weren't on the My Chem bus.




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title: Sugar Torture
author: lise
prompt: sugar
characters: Hayden Panetierre , Milo Ventimiglia


Milo swallowed and tried not to look. Dear god she was...

Hayden stuck her tongue out, curling it slightly as she tipped the slim paper tube. "Mmmmmm"

Jesus.

"Want one?" She grinned at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes and licking her lips.

Milo blinked and shook his head. "Uh, nah, I'll pass." he managed.

"More for me." She said impishly and shifted just a bit closer waiting for the crew to be ready for them. "Red ones are my favorite"

"I always liked the purple."

She held the bag of pixie sticks up again.

Milo shook his head. "Nah, can't handle straight sugar anymore."

She shrugged and stuck her tongue out again, pouring the colored flavored sugar from the little paper tube.




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title: Sketching
author: lise
prompt: charcoal
characters: Gerard & Mikey Way, gen



"Ngh" Gerard groaned, mostly asleep yet as he swatted limply at the force shaking him.

"Gee," the pleading stuffy voice broke off into a hacking cough which effectively woke Gerard more than the shoving did.

"Mikey? Fuck you should be resting...it's what time?"

"Four"

Considering the overwhelming dark of the bus and the fact the bus was moving, road night moving onto the next venue...shit.

"Mikey"

"Can't sleep," Mikey said quietly, he held up a sketchpad and piece of charcoal.

"Neither can we if you don't shut the fuck up, Mikey" Bob's voice drifted out from his bunk grumbly-exhausted, they all were. Heat and monotany and a string of clusterfucks and equipment screw ups at the last three venues. And Mikey managed to catch a bitch of a summer cold.

"C'mon." Gerard yawned reluctantly getting out of his bunk.

They hadn't done this in a long time. Forever it seemed like. Gerard really didn't remember the last time...fuck, he honestly didn't. Five minutes later Mikey had the last bottle of mostly-actual juice orange juice from the fridge and they were on the couch, Mikey wrapped in the fucking blankets from his bunk, his head on Gerard's shoulder, box of tissues in his lap, sniffly-struggly breathing in Gerard's ear as Gerard opened up the sketch pad and asked "What?" with the charcoal poised over the paper.