Additional fics that are not on this list can be found via my AO3 account. I'm no longer updating this journal, but I am currently doing my best to upload copies of everything I have (including Lotrips and embarrassing older stuff) to my AO3 account in an attempt to be organised.
What’s the best way to get rid of the evil monkey in the closet?
Tiny notes because really, the main attraction of this post is the evil monkey:
Jesus, I’m writing case!fic, and chances are it will be ridiculous.
Also, I finally managed to re-upload two more Bandom stories to AO3 (here), although I’m wondering whether there even are people still reading Bandom fic. Re-uploading those two stories made me feel all nostalgic (man, Bandom and I had some good times!), but the break-up was pretty messy (the glass-throwing kind), so when I recently got an e-mail informing me that Nu!Panic would be around for a concert, I wasn’t even the slightest bit tempted. Seems like I've totally moved on. Healthy? Healthy!
All right. I was going to post about something entirely different today, but then this got in the way: After much, much babbling about it, softlyforgotten and I are finally walking the talk. In other words, Mik just uploaded the Brendon/Ryan love/hate high school AU to our joint hideout word_plays. (As it’s impossible to find an uninterrupted hour at work, she had to do all the posting, uh.)
In Case The Scene Gets Nasty by zarah5 and softlyforgotten Brendon/Ryan 90,571 words. NC-17 Better to take the long way home than not to arrive at all. A high school AU.
Well. It's been June 8th for a few hours for me, and since this will be an early day at work and I won't have much time tonight... It seems like a good idea to post my response to bandombigbang now! Also, whenever I rambled about this story in my LJ (hint: often), I called it Cleaner!Brendon, because I’m clever like that.
Bands: Panic-centric, with other Bandom members milling about the place Pairings: Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer (Gabe/William, Tom/Haley, Spencer/Haley, Brendon/Tom, Brendon/Cash, more mentioned) Rating: R Word count: ~ 42’000
Summary: In which Brendon cleans the apartment of published author Ryan Ross to finance his college studies, and Spencer opens up an Indian style café and hires Jon to brew his fair trade coffee.
Excerpt:
>> Brendon sorts through Ryan’s bathroom utensils while Nirvana is blasting from the speakers in the living room. Two tubes of toothpaste join a peaceful parade next to lip balm, moisturizing cream, aftershave and eyeliner that appears to have dried up.
It honestly wouldn’t have taken Spencer’s insinuation to figure out that Ryan’s not entirely straight.
To be fair, the lube in the bedroom drawer was a tiny clue, too, and yes, Brendon might have been snooping just a little. Anyone who’s in the middle of reading Ryan’s book would be curious, and Brendon’s especially curious where Ryan hides all the drugs he must have been doing during the writing process, churning out page after page when he was only nineteen. Against the background of Behind the Sea, it’s also easier to make sense of the scribbled notes Ryan leaves lying around, the tone and particular way in which Ryan phrases things slightly more familiar. Some of them have Brendon’s fingers itching with music. Ryan’s writing is even more lyrical when it’s torn out of context, isn’t bundled up neatly within a chapter.
Brendon refrains. It’s really not his place to leave a mark like that on things he’s merely supposed to straighten up. <<
Cheesiest thank you section, ever, no really:softlyforgotten – you rock my world, baby; dimmingdivine – no one can get in the way of your awesome; tardis80 – your ideas were like guiding stars; inderpal – you will always be blue and sparkly to me; the patient f-list – where would I be without you?; the Big Bang mods - &hearts .
I just filled out my very first tax declaration formula thingy, and now I feel all grown-up and stuff, wow. Also, while I’m not at the Starbucks very often, maybe twice a year, each time I’m there I somehow expect Jon to grin at me from behind the counter. I might have read one AU too many.
In other news: Ficlet, because I obviously couldn’t just issue a challenge and then weasel out of doing it myself. So:
Blows in My Mind Brendon/Spencer, PG-13 Brendon closes his eyes against the brightness of another flash of lightning. “You know,” he tells Spencer, no real purpose behind it, just because it fits. “I used to be scared of thunderstorms, as a kid.”
(Things that make me procrastinate: finally editing my stupid Big Bang; not feeling like doing even one more re-upload; being behind on comments like whoa.)
The fic that I almost abandoned due to USB stick fail, here it is! I mildly fretted about whether to post this to DW or LJ, and then just tossed a coin.
Ryan/Spencer
NC-17, warning for mild D/s themes
~5’000 words
Muchas gracias to dimmingdivine, who is awesomely awesome, and about as speedy as Gonzales. Also, this story is obviously fake.
>> Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. <<
Pairings: Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~6000
Summary: AU.
>> The dancing flames in the fireplace seemed to echo Spencer’s delighted chuckle. “Ryan thinks you’re magic.” <<
Note: This is an exercise, sort of. I recently mentioned that my writing felt somewhat repetitive, that I felt stalled and discontent, so Stele3 suggested an exchange: Both of us were going to write something completely different from what we’d written so far, and it would have to be less than 4000 words to counteract our mutual tendency to think big.
Thanks to:Stele3, for suggesting this in the first place; buildyourwalls, for a quick read-through; softlyforgotten, for general encouragement and helping me fix stuff (I’m sorry this is only OTP you already know, hon). You girls are all wonderful!
This is… only partly that exercise. I’ve never written a fairytale-style sort of story before, so I got that part of the job done (and it was wonderful to play around with an entirely different tone, for once). However, I exceeded the limit by 2000 words. As this type of story does lend itself to somewhat wordy phrasing, I decided I didn’t care.
Re-upload thanks to stupid hackers who can't keep their dirty paws to themselves. It would rock if you could update your links.
(Originally posted: 2008-05-08)
New fic, I guess!
PG-13; ~7,000 words; Ryan/Spencer (implied: Brendon/Jon, Ryan/Pete)
Disclaimer: Totally did not happen.
Excerpt:
>> The sketch of a full moon is sitting next to yesterday’s date, and twenty-eight days, Spencer thinks. Twenty-eight days. He could be wrong, of course, but… He doesn’t know why it makes a twisted kind of sense mostly because it’s Ryan, but it does. <<
Parings: Brendon/Ryan, past Ryan/Keltie, mentions of Spencer/Haley and Jon/Cassie
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~7’500
Note: I’m honestly not sure whether people will hate or love this. I do admit that it’s inherently self-indulgent; an attempt to fit recent events into my perception of Ryan. It’s also pretty rough and more experimental than anything I’ve written in a while.
Summary: “Save you?” Brendon’s laugh is hollow and utterly wrong, twisting through a lull in the music. If Ryan never had to hear it again, it would still be too soon. “I’m not superman.”
Thanks to: bunniewabbit, who inspired this in the first place; allyndra, who once again stunned me with the sheer speediness of her beta; buildyourwalls and softlyforgotten, who listened to my ramblings without ever once telling me to shut up.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Spencer/Ryan, Brendon/Jon
Word Count: 9’900
Summary: AU. Ryan really just wants a job at Pete Wentz’ publishing house. He doesn’t expect to recognize the personnel manager as his childhood friend Spencer Smith.
Thanks to: softlyforgotten, who was her usual invaluable self; allyndra, who blessed me with just about the fastest edit I’ve ever seen; buildyourwalls, for wonderful thoroughness that makes my heart sing.
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