April is a frail dark outline under a street light. She is thin, almost a sickly thin, but in that way is horrifying statuesque. [ra][angst][prompted]

Maureen knows she should have never been with him. She knows this so well that it hurts her, just looking at his hand entangled in hers makes her feel almost sick with herself.

Yeah, she fell in love before. There was those men. But in the end falling in love is just that falling. We were both like that. We’d hold each others hands and help each other off the floor from where we had slipped and trudged on down but not out.

[during rent][romi]Everyday they startle themselves with a new, deeper level of failure.

You grabbed my hand and took me into this dingy little hotel and I complained about the dust and the smell and the risque poster on the wall. I asked where we were going, what we were doing, and why. You pressed a finger to your lips and your lips to my f

A collection of oneshots for Mimi, Maureen, Joanne, Roger, Mark, Collins and Benny the stories will be taking place in that chronological order and will be posted in that order from the spot between 'Goodbye Love' and 'Finale.' Angst abound.

Love is something that is just there, for a fleeting moment, and then it is gone. It goes. It changes. It becomes unrecognizable. You forgot about it and move on.

...it really is. [bad!fic]

Her willowy tiny fingers are brought up on her face, fingers almost delicately touching this mark on her neck. A bruise? A cut? No, we’ve seen this happen too many times to wonder for halfsecond what it might be. It’s a lesion. She knows it, and he knows

I can feel your heartbeat through your shirt, and it’s beating like crazy. You nervous, love? Is this your first time with another woman? It’s easy. Just say you love her and you need her. That’s right, just ease into it. [song fic]

Here, the smoke twirls in slow lazy circles and everything seems quieter and better. Even when a fight erupts it’s short and easy, and pleasurably thrilling because Benny’s watching from a very, very safe distance.

It’s a stripper’s little gift back to society, he thinks with a cynical sort of smirk, that they bustle everyone home with the brutally honest reminder that like any performance, the action’s just displayed on stage were fake.

Angel was always associated with warm. Not hot. Hot was uncomfortable. Hot was running around in only your underwear with the shades drawn with a fan a few inches from your face. Angel was warm not too cold, not too hot, but leaning more in that direction

It’s been five years. Five long years since Maureen’s been on stage. But today, unlike five years ago, Maureen Johnson is playing Maureen Johnson. [way postrent][reflective]

He’s not the normal kind of super hero. He’s not charming. He’s not that handsome and he’ll never get the girl. He doesn’t need a cape and he doesn’t need a theme song and he doesn’t really need that girl anyway.

From his rear view mirror, he saw the police officer step out from behind his car. He saw him sigh and shut the door, rubbing a hand over his eyes before bumbling over to him. [oneshot]

Do you know that most people who win the lottery commit suicide with in the year? April loved insignificant little truths like those. To her, these small, tiny little factlets or so she called them proved something about human nature. [1stspeedrent]

Now, my mother is a very persuasive woman, understand, and could get anything she want and knew exactly how to get said things. These things including two diamond rings from my father, a certain college from me, and voice lessons as of yet.

He looked back up at me expectantly, and I slowly pulled the torn edges of the paper away from each other, revealing...revealing Mimi's handwriting. [postRENT][tragic][oneshot][r&r]

You used hated going to church on Easter in particular. Because no matter how many people are there, it feels like you’re desperately alone. [prompt:easter][benny fic][2nd person][speedrent]

I knew it was a lot just to think of about the simple happy little Lucky Charms man on the box, but my mind looked like that. I don’t examine significant things, I examine insignificant things. Like Mark. [oneshot][preRENT]

Mark, the following years of your life never happened. Your friends were actors. The situations were fake Everything was fake. A joke, one large, huge, cruel, cruel joke. [one shot][major angsty][r&r][prompt: april fool's]