rocknload | [drabbles] The Reign of the Emo Drabbles

Title: The Reign of the Emo Drabbles
Fandoms: Supernatural, Psych, Dexter, Transformers, Tales of Symphonia, Devil May Cry
Words: exactly a hundred a piece, six hundred total
Author’s Notes: Prompts are song titles randomly my iPod randomly spun off; drabbles are all emo. I needed to do something on the car trip home. Phoenix Wright was originally on the list, but… I am incapable of making it emo, apparently!

save me sorrow; supernatural

With six weeks on the clock and no miracle in sight, Sam doesn’t dance around the point. He doesn’t have time. “Do you regret it?”

“Wha…” Dean’s eyes focus slowly, his hands flat on the bar, five empty little shot glasses crowding his fingers. “The hell kinda question is that?”

Sam doesn’t explain himself.

Now Dean’s eyes are pleading, the silence stretches and it hurts. “I don’t… What do you want me to say, Sammy? Yes or no?”

Sam hates himself for walking out, right then. He still leaves those wounded desperate eyes as far behind as he possibly can.

she fucking hates me; psych

The last night of their high school career finds both of them flat on their backs on some junior’s lawn, their brains buzzing with the beer still fizzing in their bellies. “What was it like? Hooking up with Stacy Weldon?” Gus slurs.

“Oh.” Shawn laughs. “I totally made that up.”

Gus sits straight up. “What?” He can’t believe Shawn lied about something so stupid. Except he can.

“Dude,” Shawn says, dead serious for maybe the fifth time in his life. “You… you know me.”

Gus has to admit this is undeniably true. He nods.

“They why did you believe me?”

say it ain’t so; dexter

Dexter doesn’t cry at the funeral.

Everyone else does. Like Deb, obviously. She sheds buckets of the salty stuff. Dexter couldn’t do that to save a life—and wouldn’t anyway—but if there’s any respect he can pay Harry, it’s honesty. His dry eyes seem appropriate.

“What,” Deb hisses, tugging on his hand, keeping her voice under the toneless monotony drifting from the pulpit. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I—” Dexter looks at her face, her normal human face, desperate for an emotion to reflect. “I’m just… in shock.”

She accepts this, she shudders and nods. But she lets go of his hand.

my friend of misery; transformers

If Bumblebee has any reservations about his orders he doesn’t show them; he simply nods and snaps a salute. “Yes, sir. I will hold the line at all costs.”

“Optimus, that’s suici—” Jazz is silenced with a look, but he’s said enough already.

Bumblebee’s expression doesn’t waver, doesn’t change. And why should it? He hasn’t heard anything he didn’t know himself.

“You’re dismissed. All of you.” Prime’s tone leaves no room for argument, he doesn’t watch them leave. Alone, he takes a weary seat.

It does nothing for the weight on his shoulders. “Forgive me. There is no one else.”

lie; tales of symphonia

“Again.”

“Come on!” Lloyd protests. The swords hanging down by his side are an apt symbol of his rebellion.

Kratos doesn’t budge. “Again.”

“One more time.”

Kratos could explain that Lloyd’s technique is so far off that it’s going to take far more than once. Instead, “Yes, one more time.”

Lloyd almost avoids falling on his face. But not quite.

“Again.”

Lloyd grumbles, brushing the dust off his clothes and scowling. “What, do you hate me or something?”

He could explain that some people accept lies far easier than they would the truth. “Yes, I do” he replies simply. “Again.”

pretty handsome awkward; devil may cry

No one can get up from a crash like that, but whaddya know, Dante manages it.

No one helps him up from the twisted wreck that used to be his motorcycle, no one expresses their disbelief. No one utters the word that would break the spell.

“Guess this proves it,” Dante says, looking down on himself and smirking. His smile is terrifying; sharp white teeth against red lips.

No one meets his eyes when he rubs his hands together, squeezing his own blood between his fingers. He’s not talking to anyone at all when he says, “Hey, made ya look.”

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