MEANT TO POST THESE AGES AGO, AM DOING IT NOW BECAUSE KII MADE GRABBY HANDS AND WHO AM I TO RESIST HER.
don't try to wake me
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madcap_shiny, reposted from tumblr: Blondie/Amber; Sucker Punch; PG. [249 words]
Baby Doll's hardly the only one to cry on her first night.
Amber remembers - she had curled herself into a tiny ball under the covers and sobbed, broken and unrestrained and unable to even help herself, until she felt someone's weight settling on the end of her bed. She'd poked her head out to find one of the girls she'd been introduced to earlier, the one with the clever eyes and the barely tamed mane of dark hair.
"Hey," the girl had said softly. She looked a little uncomfortable, like she wasn't used to comforting anyone, much less someone she didn't even know. "Hey, you're okay. You're- look, what's your name?"
"I'm- I'm Amber." She'd hated it - hated this stupid new name and the man that gave it to her - but even then she'd already been starting to forget.
"Blondie," the girl said, and rolled her eyes when Amber looked puzzled. "Come on."
She had pulled Amber into the bathroom, had helped her wash the tears and grime off her face, had looked her right in the red-rimmed eyes and then taken Amber's face in her hands and kissed her.
(Amber presses two fingers to her own lips, and remembers.)
Baby's still crying. Amber hears someone get out of bed and pad quietly toward the bathroom - Rocket, she thinks, from the little noise of irritation Sweet Pea makes. She hopes it's Rocket. Rocket's good at making people feel better.
(So is Blondie, Amber thinks, and smiles into her pillow.)
sing me to sleep
Rocket/Baby Doll; Sucker Punch (the screw-you-canon AU); PG. [251 words]
It's barely dawn, but it's not the faint gray-pink light starting to creep through the curtains that wakes Lucy. It's Alice, restless and fitful beside her, whimpering and tangling herself in the sheets, in the clutches of a nightmare.
Lucy finds the hand that isn't clenched tight in a fist, laces their fingers together. "Baby," she says. The old nicknames still haven't really faded between them, no matter how hard they try to erase them. Just a few more scars, she guesses, to match the more visible ones - the spot over Alice's eye from an orbitoclast that nearly went through, the long white knife mark on Lucy's own skin. "Baby, it's okay, you're okay. It's Lucy, it's Rocket, you're okay."
Alice makes a pained noise that's caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob and blinks her dark eyes open, lashes fluttering as she catches her breath. "I-" she says, "Rocket," and curls herself closer into Lucy, shivering.
"Nightmare?" Lucy asks, needlessly, and feels Alice nod against her shoulder. It's not as if they don't both have enough to have nightmares about, heaven knows. She doesn't even let his name cross her mind - the images she'll never be able to shake are enough.
But he's gone, and now, in the morning light of their own room, in their own place, Rocket strokes her Baby Doll's hair, damp with cold sweat at the nape of her neck. "You're okay," she says again, and if it's not true yet, it will be.
hey, stranger
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teh_slush, reposted from tumblr: girl!Spencer Smith/girl!Brendon Urie; bandom (
girly!Panic AU); PG. [100 words]
"You looked at me," Spencer says, when they come offstage.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Brendon says cheerfully, her face pink from the performance. "I look at you all the time. You're delusional, Spencer Smith."
"Right at me, jackass," Spencer laughs, punching Brendon in the shoulder. "On- you know-" She hums a bit. "'Give me peace / Oh, kiss me!' Right then."
Brendon turns her smile directly on Spencer, and Spencer's breath might catch just a little. "Huh. I guess I did."
"You," Spencer says, and then just gives up and gives Brendon what she asked for.
no more war, no more clothes
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teh_slush, my hurricane: Spencer Smith/Brendon Urie/Sarah Orzechowski; bandom; R. [215 words]
spencer comes home to find them both in the bedroom, and he can't say he's actually surprised.
they're tangled together, all bare limbs and body lines. brendon's got his head between sarah's legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh. sarah has her back against the headboard, eyes closed tight, mouth open on a moan. her hair's sweaty, clinging to her neck, and one hand is clenched tight in the sheets. the other hand is in brendon's hair, pulling him closer as she grinds helplessly against his mouth.
they're beautiful.
and yeah. spencer's not surprised. he is, however, really turned on. "hey," he says, and sarah's eyes fly open. "room for one more?"
"hey, spence," she breathes, then makes a dismayed noise as brendon pulls away to look. "brendon-!"
brendon brings one hand up to wipe the wetness from his face and grins. "wouldn't dream of leaving you out," he says, and leans up to kiss spencer so he can taste too.
sarah grabs brendon's wrist, tugs him back to her, and he goes easily, pressing soft teasing kisses against her hipbone. "better get naked quick before we finish without you," she grins, then arches again when brendon gets his tongue back on her.
spencer grins back and strips off his shirt.