torakowalski, posts by tag: bands:patd - LiveJournal

Hey, guys, guess what happened. I finished a fic! Yeah, I know you're as shocked as I am. This is the Truckstops and Statelines Jon/Ryan fic that I started in November 2007, gave up on, picked up again, finished, forgot about, and then finally got around to getting betaed.

Title: Hard to Believe in Sundays
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Words: 21000

A/N: HUGE beta thanks go to miscellanny who rocks completely, even in the face of my battle with commas.
A/N 2: posted across three entries due to LJ's ridiculously tiny post limits. It is so close to fitting in two.

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part two

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part three

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I got new glasses today - two new pairs of snazzy designer glasses, because Specsavers are awesome and do two-for-one on everything - they're very... there. They're also -0.5 stronger than my current pair which apparently makes a huge difference because I could NOT walk when I put them on. I walked out the shop and nearly fell over the floor. More than once. Whee, looking drunk in the middle of the high street is always awesome. \o/

However, that is not the point of this post! The point of this post is ficlets. A while back - otherwise known as Christmas - I wrote ficlets for people who requested them and sent them out with their Christmas cards. They've been nice enough to say I can share them with the internets so here they be.

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Sorry for the spamming peeps - if I'd realised I was going to get all productive and post two in a night, I would have posted them together.

emilyray wanted Destined for Anything At All 'verse, anything from the period between the first kiss and the first-time sex.

Shane/OMC, Brendon/Shane, R, ~1800 words.

Close Enough to Taste it

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miscellanny asked for the first time that Brendon met Spencer in the Only One Place (Harlequin Spencer) ‘verse, so this is set about four years before that fic…

Jon/Ryan, Spencer/Tom, PG-13, ~1700 words.

Crashed into a Pot of Gold

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Happy birthday Ryan Ross! I'm sorry, but this fic is not about you. It is about people you're pretty fond of though.

About a month or so ago, emilyray was writing a fic and I was writing a fic and we sent each other what we had so far. *She* posted hers the next day, whereas I got distracted by Shane Valdez and then Brendon threw-up on stage and then there was a Harlequin thing. But *now* mine is finally finished.

Title: Believe In Something Like A Summer
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Jon/Ryan (I don't have Panic OTPs, I just *look* like I do, okay?)
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~6900
Summary: “Spence,” Ryan said. He put his hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “Generally it’s a bad plan to have a one night stand with the guy you’re in love with."

A/N: This is for emilyray for nagging me for it not letting me give up on it. Also there's an event near the end that is entirely harriet_vane's fault for talking about awesome things while I was writing it this afternoon.
A/N 2: Huge thanks to miscellanny for betaing this for me even though she's busy.

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So apparently Panic's show in Kuala Lumpur Singapore was so hot that Brendon threw-up at the end of Nine in the Afternoon - if you really, really want to, you can see it here.

Instead of thinking 'Idiot boy, drink more water! Get some sleep!' my first thought was 'Why is no one hugging him?' Apparently that means I had to go ahead and write the obligatory post-show snuggle. Um?

I really want to call this an episode-tag... except for the part where it's a real-life-tag. I'm not sure those have names.

Title: And A Man Can Raise A Thirst
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Words: 1500
Rating: Gen, so very gen.
Warnings: Um, schmoop? So much schmoop.

Thanks to lost_faeri for audiencing.

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So today, I got up at lunchtime, spent three hours having coffee with my ex-boy-thing and wrote a 4500 word fic. That is not bad for a Saturday.

Brief canon to people on my flist who don't know but might care: this is Shane Valdes - Panic's videographer and Brendon's best friend and roommate. He's adorable and was very concerned about us getting squished at the Astoria concert. They have a dog called Dylan. (Also this is probably them - you see why I like this fandom? Look at our canon!)

Title: Destined For Anything At All
Pairing: Brendon/Shane
Rating: NC-17
Words ~4500
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen. For the love of God, Shane, don't read this.

A/N: I told this to emilyray in about 100 words last night and she told me to write it properly, so I did! She also betaed it for me and told me to add porn <333
A/N 2: I am suffering confusion over the correct spelling of Valdes/z so I decided to go with Spencer's Pretty. Odd. linear notes. Spencer knows his shit.

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