Famous Last Words

Um, yeah so I made a thing... for Xmas. Which was a while ago now. And I totally forgot to crosspost it! (Does anyone even read this thing anymore? I can't even tell.) But yes! I participated in the bandom_holidays exchange, which was superfun and tried to write something sort of action-adventurey for my lovely recipient dr_jasley and mostly managed to riff on the movie Sneakers and throw in some threesome porn because that's how I roll.

It's also sort-of a prequel to The Youngblood Chronicles, but only sort-of because it doesn't have any of the nasty stuff from that universe in it.

Fandom: Bandom - Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco
Pairing/s: Pete/Patrick, Pete/Patrick/Brendon, Patrick/Brendon
Length: 12 273 words
Rating: explicit
A/N: Massive thanks to girlpearl for stellar last minute beta, and to pennyplainknits and melusina for cheerleading and handholding.
Summary: Some people might call them thieves, but Pete likes to call them Finders.

In which Pete, Patrick, Andy and Joe are a crack team with a variety of skills, hired to find lost things.

Finders, Keepers on the AO3

Fandom: Bandom
Bands: MCR, The Used (Panic, FOB)
Pairing(s): Frank/Mikey (Ray/Spencer)
Word Count: 50 500 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Canon fuckery - this is an AU which borrows heavily from canon, but it's still an AU.
Summary:
"You and me, right Mikes?"

"Yeah, fuck everybody else."

Best friends since high school, if Frank could've chosen a brother, he'd pick Mikey. Then Mikey became a rock star and Frank... didn't. After years of radio silence, Mikey steps onto a stage in Jersey and back into Frank's life.

(Or, the one where Frank is a school teacher and Mikey plays rhythm in The Used.)

A/N: This story owes a lot to a lot of people. To anoneknewmoose for stellar beta and making sure I knew it was worth posting. To mizubyte for straightening out my canon fuckups (she drew me a diagram of the Starland Ballroom, you guys!) and being generally brilliant. To jenepel and silly_cleo the most awesome Nano gurus without whom this story wouldn't even have been finished, and to turps33, kopperblaze, cee_m and my entire twitter feed for continually reassuring me that there were people out there who actually wanted to read this ridiculous story. Lastly, to the awesome bandombigbang mods for running the challenge beautifully and being super helpful and amazing.


The whole fic on AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Bonus Materials

Fanart:

One gorgeous piece by anna_luna (Spoilery for the fic)

Fanmix:

You're My Guitar Hero by almostblue

Yeah so you know that fic I've been banging on about for a while that I want where Ray has a secret past as sex cam guy and someone finds out? Yeah. Well, I kinda wrote it...

Fandom: Bandom, MCR & Panic
Title: Nostalgia Porn (Is The Best Porn)
Pairing: Ian/Ray
Word Count: ~6 000 words
Warnings: NC-17 for explicit sex. Pornography. Some timeline fuckery to put Panic in London for the NME awards.
A/N: So it was pennyplainknits's and cee_m's and kopperblaze's and bebunny's birthdays in... May and I was going to write them some birthday fic! I am... a little late. Whoops? Um, happy belated birthday porn guys :D? Big thanks to anoneknewmoose for stepping up to most excellent beta duties. ♥

Summary: Ian's thoughts are interrupted as Brendon, his gaze stuck firmly on the screen, asks, in a rather startled voice, "Why do you have porn of Ray Toro on your computer?"
Also available on AO3

( AKA the one where Ray has a secret past in porn and Ian finds out )

Title: The One Where Ryan Ross Thinks He Knows Everything
Pairing(s): always-a-girl!Spencer/Ryan/Brendon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: High school age drinking and sex, mild voyeurism and sort-of threesome.
Word count: 10 350 words
Originally posted here. Also on AO3
A/N: Written for takkatakkatakka in the bandomstuffsit exchange. Huge thanks to my amazing grammar betas romanticalgirl and mizubyte and massive hearts and flowers to aerynvala and psuedo_catalyst for reading this through from a Panic perspective and giving me essential feedback on characterisation when I was flipping out. ♥

Summary: "Ry, this isn't about you copping a cheap feel of my tits."

"No, apparently it's about you being too much of a coward to tell Brendon you're not interested." Ryan does air quotes around 'not interested', because he's an asshole who thinks he knows everything.

"I am so not interested." Spencer says, making sure she doesn't add any air quotes around 'not interested'. And then she wants to slap Ryan for even making her think about air quotes.

( The One Where Ryan Ross Thinks He Knows Everything )

So! It's dancinbutterfly's birthday and you know that that means? Yes. Porn. Yes, I know I am SO predictable. Rach honey, don't get excited, I'm afraid you have ALREADY read this ficlet, but I never posted it and I didn't have anything fresh baked for you for your birthday (OMG BBB HELL OMG) but I couldn't let your big day pass without SOME kind of porntastic acknowledgement!

So! Here is some Bob/Ryan domestic!bliss sleepy-sex fic set in my Movie'verse what I wrote just for you *cough*lastyear*cough*. Hopefully it will be just as fun on it's second read.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB. ALL THE HUGS.


Fandom: Bandom - MCR & P!ATD
Title: Paisley and Xbox
Pairing: Bob/Ryan
Length: ~2000 words
A/N: Huge thanks to mistresscurvy for taking up excellent last minute beta duties. I owe you one, feel free to collect whenever you like!

Summary: Ryan's first morning back in LA.


( Ryan's awake before he opens his eyes. )

HAPPY MOTHER HUMPING BIRTHDAY dancinbutterfly!!! In honor of this wondrous day, here is some Jailbait Hooker Ryan and Sound Tech Bob porns. Sorry it's not a cookie cake.


Title: How It Works
Fandom: My Chemical Romance / Panic! At The Disco (pre-split)
Pairing: Bob/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 for sex & some bruising
Length: 7, 354 words

Summary: Whenever a tour takes him within spitting distance of Vegas, Bob will make a booking with Ross.

Author's Notes: For the Prostitution square on my kink_bingo card. Huge thanks to b_dsaint for the last minute beta. This fic belongs to dancinbutterfly with all my love.

(  By the time the kid showed up at his hotel, his long legs clad in spray-on jeans and his floppy hair framing a face that screamed jailbait, Bob had sobered up enough to know it was a bad idea )