Meeeeeeeeme!
I slept forty minutes last night. I'm actually pretty perky.
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
SGA Ocean's 11 AU, more commonly known in these here parts as The AU That Ate My Brain:
The circus is full to the brim with kid families and as much as John loved it as a kid, this is not his kind of crowd. He shoots a glance at Rodney by his side, but Rodney doesn’t look uncomfortable or out of place - despite appearances, Rodney seldom does, which is a trait that John admires. He has his eyes on the action on the stage, and John sighs.
“So this is where we’ll find our grease man?”
“Yup,” Rodney says and slurps noisily on his soda.
The acrobats enter the stage and John squints down at them. “Which one is the amazing Radek?”
“The tiny Czech,” is Rodney’s succinct answer and John knows that Rodney is just trying to fuck with him.
“They’re all tiny Czechs, Rodney; try to be a bit more specific.”
“No, some of them are really big fucking Czechs. Trust me, John, you’ll know. The little troll is a pain in the ass, but the things he can do with his body…” Rodney’s hands are expressive enough and he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. John resentfully wonders if Rodney has hands-on experience with just how limber the “amazing Radek” really is. And Rodney has the audacity to call him Kirk.
“Who else is on the list?” he asks, because no way is he going to share the take with one of Rodney’s ex-lovers, and no, it is not jealousy, dammit, no matter what anyone says, he has… had a wife. He just doesn’t like the tension in the team, that’s all.
“He is the list,” Rodney tells him.
John opens his mouth to protest, but just then this little guy in a tight-fitting suit climbs up the ropes to the trapeze, quick as a monkey, and contorts his body around the swing. John watches open-mouthed as the little guy bends his body into impossible figures, and then slides back onto the stage floor, bowing deeply.
Rodney watches his face in amusement, and claps his hands loudly. “We’ve got our grease man,” he says smugly.
Dude, don't even ask. MCR, Enchanted reversed AU:
Frank’s lips were still twitching, but suddenly he cocked his head to the side. “Do you hear that?” he asked.
Both Brian and Bob stared at him.
“Hear what?” Bob asked.
“A sort of humming creaking sound,” Frank said frowning, abruptly serious. “It kind of sounds like… whoa!”
Without warning, Frank was dangling from his ankle where a root had grabbed him. The tree to whom the root belonged glared at him sinisterly, and Frank screamed. “Fucking hell!”
Brian and Bob stared with their mouths wide open. “Um,” Brian said. “Oops?”
“A tree?” Bob said incredulously. “You made an evil tree?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Brian shouted back.
“Undo it! Undo it!” Frank hollered from where he was twisting in the tree’s grip. The tree smirked and opened up a gigantic hollow in its trunk, like it would swallow Frank down.
Bob immediately kicked back into action. Behind him Brian raised his staff and sent a blast of magic at the tree as Bob hacked at the root to let go of Frank. The root did, slinking back underground, bleeding sap. Frank fell on his back with a loud “ooof!” but jumped to his feet immediately. Apparently there were still some perks in being a cartoon.
“Come on!” he shouted at Bob as they all stared at the tree that, unaffected by Brian’s magic, bellowed in rage and stretched after them again with branches and roots. Around them several other trees woke, rustling their leaves and stretching for them with horrible moaning sounds.
Bob swore loudly and turned his horse, grabbing both Frank and Brian. He sincerely hoped the animal could carry all three of them as he charged. Behind him Brian and Frank were bickering.
“Trees? Evil trees?” Frank said. “How the fuck do you manage?”
“I told you, I have no idea how this thing works!” Brian said and waved the staff irately, knocking Bob on the back of his head.
“Well, find out!” Frank said.
Bob couldn’t see it, but he could feel Brian’s glare and he heard the thunk as wood connected with bone. “Ow!” Frank cried.
“Stop being an ass and calm the fuck down!”
“I’m sorry, I’m a cartoon and I was just attacked by a carnivorous tree, and you want me to calm down?!”
“At least you don’t have a beard you didn’t sign up for!”
“Oh, fuck you, you didn’t almost get eaten! Twice!”
They were both giving Bob a headache. And he always thought that Brian would be the grown-up one. Brian always had before, if in a somewhat exasperated way. Some men were apparently not equipped to have a beard.
“Children!” he said in his most threatening rumble. “Do not make me pull this horse over. Then you can both walk to your grisly deaths, while I laugh from up here.”
The Catholic school AU, also known as the Sister Act 2 sorta AU:
"Uh-huh," Billie looked amused again. "But seriously, what is this shit, is he gonna make us sing?"
"He's a choir instructor, Bills," Suarez said. "That's kind of his job."
"Fuck that," Cash piped up from the other end of the table. "I don't fucking sing, man." She waved her juice around. "Seriously, though, dude is so gay."
There was a chorus of assent around the table. Beside Frankie, Mikey grunted.
"Hey," said Gabi with a wicked smile. "Bet he takes it up the ass from Bryar. Or Toro. Or both."
"Oh my god, I'm eating," Mikey said, slamming his fork down. "Seriously, Saporta, that's my brother."
Conversation came to a screeching halt around the table and Frankie's mouth fell open. "Your brother?" she said. "Oh, my god, as in Gee, the boy who hung the moon?"
Mikey shrugged. "Yeah."
"Oh," Vicky held a hand to her chest. "Oh, no, this is too good. He's your brother." Mikey grunted and concentrated on his food with more zeal than Frankie had ever seen him. "Okay," Vicky smiled and leaned over the table. "So you're bound to know. Is the dude gay?"
"Oh my god," Mikey said, just as Pete popped up behind him and stole one of his french fries.
"Is who gay?" he asked, mouth full.
"Mikey's brother," Billie answered, eyes gleaming with unholy glee.
"Okay," Pete squeezed into the seat between Mikey and Carden. "Why do we care?"
"Because he's our new choir teacher," Ryland grinned. "And he is hot. Like seriously."
"Oh, yeah, Frankie can tell you all about that," Gabi agreed and Frankie threw a fry at her head.
"Hot and gay, huh?" Pete said doing an admirable job of keeping a straight face even as Mikey groaned. "So how hot are we talking?"
"Really hot," Greta told him, her face a mask of pure innocence. "Like, he has these thighs..."
"Uh-huh," Vicky nodded. "And the dude is seriously packing heat. I mean, really. He has these really tight jeans, so you can totally tell what his religion is, if you know what I mean."
Mikey groaned again and bonked his head against the table.
"He has really great hands too," Bren pointed out and Greta snorted.
"Yeah, you'd know all about hands, wouldn't you?" said Alex DeLeon from her other side.
"Don't you like them a little skinnier, Bren?" Billie said innocently. "A little more pretentious perhaps? A little less Lestat, a little more The Littlest Emo?"
Bren blushed brick red and ducked her head, "Seriously, die," she hissed.
Frankie laughed as Gabi led the table in a rousing chorus of "Bren and Ryan Rossy sitting in a tree" and poked Mikey in the side.
The ever famous Panic Genderswap GSF AU:
"Spencer Smith!" Jon was grinning hugely and raised his fist to bump his knuckles against Spencer's before pulling him into a brief hug. Spencer couldn't help the gigantic smile spreading over his face, and he could feel Ryan radiating smugness by his side.
"Good to see you again, Jon." Really good to see him again, Jon's smile was warming him down to his toes. Okay, so maybe Ryan hadn't been completely wrong. "You got a part?"
"They didn't think Fiyero was the right part for me," Jon said with a shrug. "I don't blame them, you were the better choice. But I tried out again, and they thought I could do better as Boq." Spencer bit his lip to keep back the amused laugh and Jon grinned. "Hey, don't knock the Munchkin, dude, Boq is totally badass."
"Hey, no," Spencer said. "Munchkins are fierce, man. I wouldn't dare to suggest otherwise."
"Better not," Jon smirked. "Munchkins are not as placid as they seem. We bite."
Spencer laughed, trying and failing to fight the blush, and beside him, Ryan snorted. Jon immediately turned to her and smiled charmingly. "Hi, I'm Jon. Walker. And you must be Ryan Ross."
"Right on the first try," Ryan said and shook his hand.
"It's all the scandalous articles I've been reading," Jon said solemnly. "You learn to recognize a face."
"Scandalous, really?" Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Was it all the coke and hookers?"
"Male strippers, I'm pretty sure," Jon said. "The picture was good though."
"Ryan doesn't do bad pictures," Spencer said. "Ever. Part of her image, you understand."
Jon laughed. "In other words, this movie is going to look great. Say, have you talked anything to the rest of the cast?"
"We just got here," Spencer said with a shrug. "Anything we need to worry about?"
"Weeell," Jon looked thoughtful. "I think the girl playing Nessarose is a little resentful about being stuck in a chair for most of her scenes. And I don't think she likes me much."
Spencer gasped. "No, say it isn't so! Has the woman no soul?"
"She refuses to be wooed," Jon sighed. "I'm at a loss. Luckily I have you two to charm and enthrall, so I consider it an even trade."
"We're your captive audience," Ryan said dryly.
"I'll win you over yet, Miss Ross, you just wait," Jon said with a smile. Spencer didn't think he was the only one to notice how Ryan's smile had a slightly seductive twist at the corners of her mouth, judging by the way Jon's smile widened even further.
There is also this chatfic I wrote with Bee (I have a lot of those); which I'm including because this scene with Mikey always makes me laugh:
Frank and Gerard are just lying there, sharing lazy kisses, maybe giggling a bit against each others mouths because Gerard points out that Frank still has a dress on, when the doors to the bus burst open and Mikey barrels in, eyes tightly shut. "You are both fucking jackasses," he says, scowling, "and I'm not seeing a fucking thing, but I really fucking need to get to the fucking bunks." He cracks one eye open and blanches, squeezing them shut again. "Jesus," he mutters. "Get some fucking clothes on, okay?"
Frank blinks a couple of times, watching Mikey feel his way through the front lounge without opening his eyes even a tiny bit until he reaches the door to the bunks. Gerard has buried his head against Frank's shoulder; he can feel the burn of how hard he's blushing. Frank is still giggling. "Sure, you mind passing me my panties? I think they're over there." Mikey moves even faster, like he can outrun the sound of Frank's voice. "Black silk, can't miss 'em!"
Mikey claps his hands over his ears. "LALALALALALA."
Frank’s not sure he could get much more amused by this, especially because he is pretty well clothed, all things considered. He and Gerard both are.
"I am not coming out there until you get dressed, assholes!" Mikey hollers from the bunks. Frank collapses in giggles again. Gerard groans into Frank's neck and Frank strokes a hand down his spine.
"We were just experimenting with some costume ideas for the next album," Frank manages to get out, imagining the horrified look on Mikey's face. He's shaking with laughter.
Gerard punches him in the shoulder. "Stop traumatizing my brother, fucktard," he says, sitting up and wincing as he tucks himself back into place, buttoning his jeans back. Frank pouts, but slaps Gerard's hands away and buttons Gerard's shirt for him. He tries not to smirk as he tugs the collar into place, so it shows off as much of the red smears (and the hickey, he must not forget the hickey) on Gerard's neck as possible.
"Fuck you, we're as decent as we're getting!" he calls, tugging his skirt back down. He hasn't actually put the panties back on; they're still draped over a chair on the other side of the room. He plans to leave them there until someone else notices.
Frank perches on Gerard's lap, legs crossed, smirking as he waits for Mikey to come back out. He maybe enjoys traumatizing his bandmates a little too much. Gerard knows this, Frank is sure, but he isn't stopping Frank. He wraps his arms around Frank's waist and hides his face in Frank's hair again.
Frank's hair, which if the reflection in the window is anything to go by, looks even more thoroughly fucked than Gerard's, something of a feat. Mikey comes back out with a hand curled over his eyes, peeking between the fingers.
"You, no more-Just no more!" He's obviously trying not to look, but Frank is pretty sure he's failing. "No more sex in the lounge. Or loud sex. Or sex at all. Ever. I’m traumatized enough just from today," Mikey moans like he knows he’s doomed to repeat this moment over and over now.
I'm still not sure. Spawned by a conversation with Aly, meet girl!Panic:
Brendon is staring and staring and staring some more. The girl in front of him stares back, looking just as shocked.
"Your're," he begins, the clears his throat and tries again, "You're... me?"
The girl blinks. "Dude," she says slowly and clearly. "This is fucked. Up."
"You're telling me," Brendon looks her up and down and rallies whatever good spirits he can. "On the upside, I'm a hot girl."
The girl beams at him. "Thank you!" she chirps. "I'm a hot guy too."
They beam at each other for a moment, before the girl reaches out a hand.
"Hi," she says as brightly as she can. "I'm Bren Urie. Brennan, but I never use that name. You?"
"Brendon," Brendon shakes her hand.
"Awesome," she says.
She looks at him curiously for a long moment.
"What about your band?" she finally asks.
"What about them?"
"Are they guys too? Like, with dicks and stubble and everything?"
Brendon laughs. "A little more than stubble in some cases, but yeah," he says. "How about you? Do they have tits and shave their legs and everything?"
Bren rolls her eyes. "Debatable," she says. "We're pretty grody."
And lastly, the sequel to Never Seen By Waking Eyes. I am very easy:
Marshall turns on him and crosses his arms over his chest and Cash sighs. He knows what's coming. "All the ships out there have been home two, maybe three times more than the Hypnos," Marshall says. "Two or three times, Cash."
"Marshall, Alex, come on," Cash pleads and sinks down on the abandoned chair. "We've talked about this."
"And we'll stop talking about it once you're operating another ship," Marshall says raising his voice.
"I can't do that," Cash says. "You know I can't."
Marshall stares at him. "You lost two siblings to that ship, Cash," he says quietly. "I don't even understand how you can work there, knowing that."
Cash sighs and rubs a hand over his buzzed head. "I made a promise," he says, just as quietly. "I promised Lyn I would. And some promises you can't balk on, Marshall." He looks up and he hates the unhappy look on Marshall's face. "I have to do this."
Marshall is quiet a long moment and then. "I'm afraid of it," he whispers, not looking Cash in the eye once. "I'm scared it'll take you too."
Cash gets to his feet. "Hey," he says. "Hey. You don't have to be. I'm coming back, okay? I'm always coming back."
Marshall finally lifts his face and looks Cash in the eye again. He doesn't look thrilled, but he doesn't look as desperately unhappy as before, so Cash counts it as a win. Cash smiles cheesily at him and Marshall snorts, pulling Cash into a tight hug.
"Hey," Cash murmurs. "It's good to be back."
"It's good to have you," Marshall mutters.
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
SGA Ocean's 11 AU, more commonly known in these here parts as The AU That Ate My Brain:
The circus is full to the brim with kid families and as much as John loved it as a kid, this is not his kind of crowd. He shoots a glance at Rodney by his side, but Rodney doesn’t look uncomfortable or out of place - despite appearances, Rodney seldom does, which is a trait that John admires. He has his eyes on the action on the stage, and John sighs.
“So this is where we’ll find our grease man?”
“Yup,” Rodney says and slurps noisily on his soda.
The acrobats enter the stage and John squints down at them. “Which one is the amazing Radek?”
“The tiny Czech,” is Rodney’s succinct answer and John knows that Rodney is just trying to fuck with him.
“They’re all tiny Czechs, Rodney; try to be a bit more specific.”
“No, some of them are really big fucking Czechs. Trust me, John, you’ll know. The little troll is a pain in the ass, but the things he can do with his body…” Rodney’s hands are expressive enough and he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. John resentfully wonders if Rodney has hands-on experience with just how limber the “amazing Radek” really is. And Rodney has the audacity to call him Kirk.
“Who else is on the list?” he asks, because no way is he going to share the take with one of Rodney’s ex-lovers, and no, it is not jealousy, dammit, no matter what anyone says, he has… had a wife. He just doesn’t like the tension in the team, that’s all.
“He is the list,” Rodney tells him.
John opens his mouth to protest, but just then this little guy in a tight-fitting suit climbs up the ropes to the trapeze, quick as a monkey, and contorts his body around the swing. John watches open-mouthed as the little guy bends his body into impossible figures, and then slides back onto the stage floor, bowing deeply.
Rodney watches his face in amusement, and claps his hands loudly. “We’ve got our grease man,” he says smugly.
Dude, don't even ask. MCR, Enchanted reversed AU:
Frank’s lips were still twitching, but suddenly he cocked his head to the side. “Do you hear that?” he asked.
Both Brian and Bob stared at him.
“Hear what?” Bob asked.
“A sort of humming creaking sound,” Frank said frowning, abruptly serious. “It kind of sounds like… whoa!”
Without warning, Frank was dangling from his ankle where a root had grabbed him. The tree to whom the root belonged glared at him sinisterly, and Frank screamed. “Fucking hell!”
Brian and Bob stared with their mouths wide open. “Um,” Brian said. “Oops?”
“A tree?” Bob said incredulously. “You made an evil tree?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Brian shouted back.
“Undo it! Undo it!” Frank hollered from where he was twisting in the tree’s grip. The tree smirked and opened up a gigantic hollow in its trunk, like it would swallow Frank down.
Bob immediately kicked back into action. Behind him Brian raised his staff and sent a blast of magic at the tree as Bob hacked at the root to let go of Frank. The root did, slinking back underground, bleeding sap. Frank fell on his back with a loud “ooof!” but jumped to his feet immediately. Apparently there were still some perks in being a cartoon.
“Come on!” he shouted at Bob as they all stared at the tree that, unaffected by Brian’s magic, bellowed in rage and stretched after them again with branches and roots. Around them several other trees woke, rustling their leaves and stretching for them with horrible moaning sounds.
Bob swore loudly and turned his horse, grabbing both Frank and Brian. He sincerely hoped the animal could carry all three of them as he charged. Behind him Brian and Frank were bickering.
“Trees? Evil trees?” Frank said. “How the fuck do you manage?”
“I told you, I have no idea how this thing works!” Brian said and waved the staff irately, knocking Bob on the back of his head.
“Well, find out!” Frank said.
Bob couldn’t see it, but he could feel Brian’s glare and he heard the thunk as wood connected with bone. “Ow!” Frank cried.
“Stop being an ass and calm the fuck down!”
“I’m sorry, I’m a cartoon and I was just attacked by a carnivorous tree, and you want me to calm down?!”
“At least you don’t have a beard you didn’t sign up for!”
“Oh, fuck you, you didn’t almost get eaten! Twice!”
They were both giving Bob a headache. And he always thought that Brian would be the grown-up one. Brian always had before, if in a somewhat exasperated way. Some men were apparently not equipped to have a beard.
“Children!” he said in his most threatening rumble. “Do not make me pull this horse over. Then you can both walk to your grisly deaths, while I laugh from up here.”
The Catholic school AU, also known as the Sister Act 2 sorta AU:
"Uh-huh," Billie looked amused again. "But seriously, what is this shit, is he gonna make us sing?"
"He's a choir instructor, Bills," Suarez said. "That's kind of his job."
"Fuck that," Cash piped up from the other end of the table. "I don't fucking sing, man." She waved her juice around. "Seriously, though, dude is so gay."
There was a chorus of assent around the table. Beside Frankie, Mikey grunted.
"Hey," said Gabi with a wicked smile. "Bet he takes it up the ass from Bryar. Or Toro. Or both."
"Oh my god, I'm eating," Mikey said, slamming his fork down. "Seriously, Saporta, that's my brother."
Conversation came to a screeching halt around the table and Frankie's mouth fell open. "Your brother?" she said. "Oh, my god, as in Gee, the boy who hung the moon?"
Mikey shrugged. "Yeah."
"Oh," Vicky held a hand to her chest. "Oh, no, this is too good. He's your brother." Mikey grunted and concentrated on his food with more zeal than Frankie had ever seen him. "Okay," Vicky smiled and leaned over the table. "So you're bound to know. Is the dude gay?"
"Oh my god," Mikey said, just as Pete popped up behind him and stole one of his french fries.
"Is who gay?" he asked, mouth full.
"Mikey's brother," Billie answered, eyes gleaming with unholy glee.
"Okay," Pete squeezed into the seat between Mikey and Carden. "Why do we care?"
"Because he's our new choir teacher," Ryland grinned. "And he is hot. Like seriously."
"Oh, yeah, Frankie can tell you all about that," Gabi agreed and Frankie threw a fry at her head.
"Hot and gay, huh?" Pete said doing an admirable job of keeping a straight face even as Mikey groaned. "So how hot are we talking?"
"Really hot," Greta told him, her face a mask of pure innocence. "Like, he has these thighs..."
"Uh-huh," Vicky nodded. "And the dude is seriously packing heat. I mean, really. He has these really tight jeans, so you can totally tell what his religion is, if you know what I mean."
Mikey groaned again and bonked his head against the table.
"He has really great hands too," Bren pointed out and Greta snorted.
"Yeah, you'd know all about hands, wouldn't you?" said Alex DeLeon from her other side.
"Don't you like them a little skinnier, Bren?" Billie said innocently. "A little more pretentious perhaps? A little less Lestat, a little more The Littlest Emo?"
Bren blushed brick red and ducked her head, "Seriously, die," she hissed.
Frankie laughed as Gabi led the table in a rousing chorus of "Bren and Ryan Rossy sitting in a tree" and poked Mikey in the side.
The ever famous Panic Genderswap GSF AU:
"Spencer Smith!" Jon was grinning hugely and raised his fist to bump his knuckles against Spencer's before pulling him into a brief hug. Spencer couldn't help the gigantic smile spreading over his face, and he could feel Ryan radiating smugness by his side.
"Good to see you again, Jon." Really good to see him again, Jon's smile was warming him down to his toes. Okay, so maybe Ryan hadn't been completely wrong. "You got a part?"
"They didn't think Fiyero was the right part for me," Jon said with a shrug. "I don't blame them, you were the better choice. But I tried out again, and they thought I could do better as Boq." Spencer bit his lip to keep back the amused laugh and Jon grinned. "Hey, don't knock the Munchkin, dude, Boq is totally badass."
"Hey, no," Spencer said. "Munchkins are fierce, man. I wouldn't dare to suggest otherwise."
"Better not," Jon smirked. "Munchkins are not as placid as they seem. We bite."
Spencer laughed, trying and failing to fight the blush, and beside him, Ryan snorted. Jon immediately turned to her and smiled charmingly. "Hi, I'm Jon. Walker. And you must be Ryan Ross."
"Right on the first try," Ryan said and shook his hand.
"It's all the scandalous articles I've been reading," Jon said solemnly. "You learn to recognize a face."
"Scandalous, really?" Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Was it all the coke and hookers?"
"Male strippers, I'm pretty sure," Jon said. "The picture was good though."
"Ryan doesn't do bad pictures," Spencer said. "Ever. Part of her image, you understand."
Jon laughed. "In other words, this movie is going to look great. Say, have you talked anything to the rest of the cast?"
"We just got here," Spencer said with a shrug. "Anything we need to worry about?"
"Weeell," Jon looked thoughtful. "I think the girl playing Nessarose is a little resentful about being stuck in a chair for most of her scenes. And I don't think she likes me much."
Spencer gasped. "No, say it isn't so! Has the woman no soul?"
"She refuses to be wooed," Jon sighed. "I'm at a loss. Luckily I have you two to charm and enthrall, so I consider it an even trade."
"We're your captive audience," Ryan said dryly.
"I'll win you over yet, Miss Ross, you just wait," Jon said with a smile. Spencer didn't think he was the only one to notice how Ryan's smile had a slightly seductive twist at the corners of her mouth, judging by the way Jon's smile widened even further.
There is also this chatfic I wrote with Bee (I have a lot of those); which I'm including because this scene with Mikey always makes me laugh:
Frank and Gerard are just lying there, sharing lazy kisses, maybe giggling a bit against each others mouths because Gerard points out that Frank still has a dress on, when the doors to the bus burst open and Mikey barrels in, eyes tightly shut. "You are both fucking jackasses," he says, scowling, "and I'm not seeing a fucking thing, but I really fucking need to get to the fucking bunks." He cracks one eye open and blanches, squeezing them shut again. "Jesus," he mutters. "Get some fucking clothes on, okay?"
Frank blinks a couple of times, watching Mikey feel his way through the front lounge without opening his eyes even a tiny bit until he reaches the door to the bunks. Gerard has buried his head against Frank's shoulder; he can feel the burn of how hard he's blushing. Frank is still giggling. "Sure, you mind passing me my panties? I think they're over there." Mikey moves even faster, like he can outrun the sound of Frank's voice. "Black silk, can't miss 'em!"
Mikey claps his hands over his ears. "LALALALALALA."
Frank’s not sure he could get much more amused by this, especially because he is pretty well clothed, all things considered. He and Gerard both are.
"I am not coming out there until you get dressed, assholes!" Mikey hollers from the bunks. Frank collapses in giggles again. Gerard groans into Frank's neck and Frank strokes a hand down his spine.
"We were just experimenting with some costume ideas for the next album," Frank manages to get out, imagining the horrified look on Mikey's face. He's shaking with laughter.
Gerard punches him in the shoulder. "Stop traumatizing my brother, fucktard," he says, sitting up and wincing as he tucks himself back into place, buttoning his jeans back. Frank pouts, but slaps Gerard's hands away and buttons Gerard's shirt for him. He tries not to smirk as he tugs the collar into place, so it shows off as much of the red smears (and the hickey, he must not forget the hickey) on Gerard's neck as possible.
"Fuck you, we're as decent as we're getting!" he calls, tugging his skirt back down. He hasn't actually put the panties back on; they're still draped over a chair on the other side of the room. He plans to leave them there until someone else notices.
Frank perches on Gerard's lap, legs crossed, smirking as he waits for Mikey to come back out. He maybe enjoys traumatizing his bandmates a little too much. Gerard knows this, Frank is sure, but he isn't stopping Frank. He wraps his arms around Frank's waist and hides his face in Frank's hair again.
Frank's hair, which if the reflection in the window is anything to go by, looks even more thoroughly fucked than Gerard's, something of a feat. Mikey comes back out with a hand curled over his eyes, peeking between the fingers.
"You, no more-Just no more!" He's obviously trying not to look, but Frank is pretty sure he's failing. "No more sex in the lounge. Or loud sex. Or sex at all. Ever. I’m traumatized enough just from today," Mikey moans like he knows he’s doomed to repeat this moment over and over now.
I'm still not sure. Spawned by a conversation with Aly, meet girl!Panic:
Brendon is staring and staring and staring some more. The girl in front of him stares back, looking just as shocked.
"Your're," he begins, the clears his throat and tries again, "You're... me?"
The girl blinks. "Dude," she says slowly and clearly. "This is fucked. Up."
"You're telling me," Brendon looks her up and down and rallies whatever good spirits he can. "On the upside, I'm a hot girl."
The girl beams at him. "Thank you!" she chirps. "I'm a hot guy too."
They beam at each other for a moment, before the girl reaches out a hand.
"Hi," she says as brightly as she can. "I'm Bren Urie. Brennan, but I never use that name. You?"
"Brendon," Brendon shakes her hand.
"Awesome," she says.
She looks at him curiously for a long moment.
"What about your band?" she finally asks.
"What about them?"
"Are they guys too? Like, with dicks and stubble and everything?"
Brendon laughs. "A little more than stubble in some cases, but yeah," he says. "How about you? Do they have tits and shave their legs and everything?"
Bren rolls her eyes. "Debatable," she says. "We're pretty grody."
And lastly, the sequel to Never Seen By Waking Eyes. I am very easy:
Marshall turns on him and crosses his arms over his chest and Cash sighs. He knows what's coming. "All the ships out there have been home two, maybe three times more than the Hypnos," Marshall says. "Two or three times, Cash."
"Marshall, Alex, come on," Cash pleads and sinks down on the abandoned chair. "We've talked about this."
"And we'll stop talking about it once you're operating another ship," Marshall says raising his voice.
"I can't do that," Cash says. "You know I can't."
Marshall stares at him. "You lost two siblings to that ship, Cash," he says quietly. "I don't even understand how you can work there, knowing that."
Cash sighs and rubs a hand over his buzzed head. "I made a promise," he says, just as quietly. "I promised Lyn I would. And some promises you can't balk on, Marshall." He looks up and he hates the unhappy look on Marshall's face. "I have to do this."
Marshall is quiet a long moment and then. "I'm afraid of it," he whispers, not looking Cash in the eye once. "I'm scared it'll take you too."
Cash gets to his feet. "Hey," he says. "Hey. You don't have to be. I'm coming back, okay? I'm always coming back."
Marshall finally lifts his face and looks Cash in the eye again. He doesn't look thrilled, but he doesn't look as desperately unhappy as before, so Cash counts it as a win. Cash smiles cheesily at him and Marshall snorts, pulling Cash into a tight hug.
"Hey," Cash murmurs. "It's good to be back."
"It's good to have you," Marshall mutters.