I request only a few things! Who you be: What chu want: Where you find me, bb:
I feel obligated to throw out some kind of intro here. I'm Jenn (or optionally Jeff, it really doesn't matter to me). I live in Toronto, and I'm legally allowed to ingest alcohol and buy cigarettes if I so wished - and I do wish. To give fair warning, I slash (V. Slash: To slash. I slash, you slash, he/she slashes, they slashed. The act of pairing two (usually male) characters of the same gender together for fanfictional purposes) generally bandslash and Trekslash. I also dabble heavily in anime too, so I'm just a giant weeaboo and a fangirl and a terrible person, and I will love you if you have any of those things in common with me :D
Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? She rocks back and forth with her hair clenched in her hands, her frame wracked with sobs that you can't hear anymore over her constant stream of Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? She brings to mind the rocking chair, unused, in your granmother's parlor. You can't answer her, but she continues, relentless, questioning some far-off God or someother. Why did you leave me? It's cruel to watch her like this, not consoling or kinder, just leaving her be. Her eyes are glazed and she's no longer here anyway, so you approach her and kneel to stare into her face. Her hair hangs dull and limp where she isn't twisting it from her skull, obscuring like a tattered curtain her once full lips and bright eyes. Her lips barely move, but still she chants Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? And here is where your heart should wrench. Your chest should constrict leaving you short of breath and wet at the eyes, your hands should clench to fists, and you should stand, overwraught at the sight of your mother rocking like a shellshocked soldier in the trenches. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? She's lost her husband, he's announced his death in tiny scrawl on a scrap torn from a magnetic refridgerator notepad: I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry. I love you. His body found in an underground parking garage, stinking and rotting from days of being left in the car, the back of his skull blown all over the interior. She thought he was missing, thought he'd run off with another woman. She'll never forgive herself for cursing his name while he lay cold, dead, alone. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? She'll kill herself tonight, after you leave her alone here, in this house that still smells of him and you'll never forgive yourself. All you'll be able to think when you hear the news is Why did you leave me?
Title: Adrenaline Junkie Author: roadsidefury Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera Pairing: Boy!Shilo/GraveRobber Summary: What bothers me the most about this whole night is that surgery-addicted, completely insane, Z-Junkie Amber Sweet who was all over Grave. Maybe I'm young and inexperienced and naïve, but I need him to tell me he doesn't want that whore. Disclaimer: Not mine, as I had assumed was obvious. Notes: 1500 word Snippet from alwaysaboy!Shilo fic for twilightscribe
Never let it be said that I do not delivarrrrrrr. TOS fics marked as such. Otherwise it's reboot slash. And, as is standard, a ♥ = MOAR LOVE FOR THIS FIC THAN I SHOULD HAVE THE POTENTIAL FOR FEELING Also, have some links to important K/S hubs:
Title: Cats Author:roadsidefury Rating: PG-13? I use the word shit once lol. Pairing: Joncer! The world could always use a bit more Joncer [: POV: Jon's. Summary: Spencer won't talk to Jon, and Jon would really like the be a cat, he's sure they don't have such stressful days, ever. Disclaimer: Don't own, obv. The boys belong to themselves, as far as I know. I'm sure they've all sold a part of their souls to Pete Wentz though.
Title: 20/20 Hindsight - Cliché #10 Author:roadsidefury Rating: G POV: First Summary: Fast and hard, and less like falling than being slammed into the asphalt. Disclaimer: Lyrics from Live Forever (Fly With Me), courtesy of Gym Class Heroes. Author Notes: Original :\ Holy shitfuck, I wrote something. And it's located at my handy-dandy new writing journal! I really don't know if I like it at all...
AN: My depressingly short 463 word drabble. I had time after failing my biology exam to write this (which, it turns out, I didn't fail! Yay). I couldn't leave the room until an hour and a half had gone by, so I grabbed an extra paper and this happened. Hurr, it's not really anyone but I kinda had Brendon and Ryan in mind, idk. Imagine it as who you will.