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Summary: A series of fifty multifandom drabbles based on the infamous iPod shuffle. Each drabble is titled after a song, and each has the same number of words as the length of the song.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings(Past Donor)gleefulmusingsFR1542,3750197120 Sep 1020 Sep 10No

Bleeding Love

Title: Bleeding Love
Series: Verses (4/50)
Author: xanzpet
Betas: flamen_minore and mysterious_daze
Fandom: Gossip Girl, Season One, AU.
Pairing: Eric/Chuck
Rating: FR-15
Word Count: 423
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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, lyrics, etc. are the property of their respective owners. Snippets of dialogue may be incorporated from the original canonical episode(s) and belong to their respective authors/creators. The original characters and plot are the property of the author(s). The author(s) is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended, nor should any be inferred. No profit is being made.

Series Summary: A series of fifty multifandom drabbles, with many of the characters and pairings prompted by the wonderful nyghtpet and others decided upon by the authors, and based on the following meme: 1) Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. 2) Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. 3) Write a drabble titled the same as the song playing. 4) The number of words in the drabble should the song's length.

Drabble Summary: Eric finally has someone to call his own, and he doesn't care what anyone else thinks about it.

* * * * *

Trying hard not to hear,
but they talk so loud.
Their piercing sounds fill my ears,
trying to fill me with doubt,
yet I know that their goal
is to keep me from falling.

But nothing's greater than the rush
that comes with your embrace,
and in this world of loneliness
I see your face,
yet everyone around me
thinks that I'm going crazy.


But I don't care what they say,
I'm in love with you.
They try to pull me away
but they don't know the truth.
My heart's crippled by the vein
that I keep on closing.
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding.
I keep bleeding.
Keep, keep bleeding love.
You cut me open.

~ Leona Lewis

* * * * *

His sister had pleaded with him, once going so far as to beg on her knees, but to no avail; his stepfather had looked into prosecution on his behalf; his mother had simply threatened to commit him again.

Nate studied him as if he were a mysterious artifact which demanded scrutiny, and the cool reproof in Blair’s eyes would have been laughable had it not been so pathetic.

Dan had tried to dissuade him, surprisingly not at the behest of Serena, but out of personal concern, though his earnest words and practiced arguments had fallen on deaf ears; his judgments were irrelevant.

Jenny would catch his eye in the hall and quickly look away, her shame over Asher never far from her thoughts, which was just as well.

He might very well have been making the biggest mistake yet in his life.

Perhaps his dismissal of the objections of his friends and family were further proof of his corruption.

Possibly he was insane. Many thought so, especially when his cell would ring with the latest blast – invariably about him – and he would throw back his head and roar with glee.

He didn’t care. For the first time in his life, he was happy, and as cliché as it was, as naïve as he most assuredly was, and though it probably wouldn’t last until the end of term, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice that happiness to quell the fears and egos of people so self-involved with the most absurd aspects of this life, it bordered on the completely ludicrous.

He knew they loved him, that they worried, but their glass houses were so riddled with holes, it was difficult at times not to point and laugh whenever they opened their mouths. He refused to be their mirror; if they had difficulties meeting their reflections, it was on them.

He was young, not stupid. He knew who Chuck was and always had, and perhaps that was the point. He had no expectations and made no unrealistic demands. He wasn’t out to change anyone. It could be over tomorrow if Chuck wanted, and while it would hurt, he would recover.

Despite what many believed, he was no wilting flower, and wouldn’t wither and die if left on the vine.

No one saw the gentle kisses or the joined hands; no one heard the murmured endearments peppered with delightful filth; and no one would ever understand what it meant to wear that scarf around your neck.

This vein Eric had opened not out of desperation, but exaltation.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Verses" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 20 Sep 10.

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