Broadcast Bandom: A Bandslash Fic Challenge

Just a Boy Like Any Other (Roswell AU)

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:46:35 GMT

Title: Just a Boy like Any Other

Author: natacup82

Pairings: Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan pre-slash

Word count: 3,200 ~

Rating: Pg-13 for violence, swearing.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure none of these people are aliens.

Summary:Roswell AU for broadcastbandom

Author’s Notes: Once upon a time I went crazy and signed up to write a bandom AU of one of my very, very old fandom’s even though I hadn’t finished any fic on my own since 2006. This is the very, very late result. Many thanks to solflower22& ecarnationfor the betas, gobsmackitfor the prompt that kick started it and Jimmy Eat World for the title. If you want to know more about Roswell you can check out a clip all of its ridiculous glory here and my favorite place ever circa 2001 here.

The thing is that Jon really doesn't like the Crashdown Cafe. It's weird and as William loves to point out, "It makes a mockery of our culture and our tragic arrival on this rotten shit-hole of a planet." although he usually can't tell if William's being serious or not when he says that. They don't even know what their home planet looks like, so Earth could be a step up.

teenage wasteland (freaks & geeks au)

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 23:26:44 GMT

Title: Teenage Wasteland
Pairings: Bert McCracken/Quinn Allman, Bob Bryar/Gerard Way, minor Brendon Urie/Hayley Williams
Rating: PG13
Words: 11,780
Summary: An adaptation of "Freaks and Geeks" for broadcastbandom; In the last year of high school, Gerard transitions from being a good student and member of the school's art club to hanging out with troubled slackers.
Author's Notes:No previous knowledge of the show is required to understand the fic as I messed with the chronology a lot. All of the awesome stuff in the fic belongs to the creators and writers of the show, and many props to them for creating such a brilliant series. And of course, many, many thanks to lovebashed for all the cheerleading and for the awesome beta ♥!

To his defense, Gerard actually intends to go to class when Bert grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him with to the smoking patio—or as the teachers like it to be called, the back yard. Bert doesn't say anything, just slumps down on one of the steps, and gestures for Gerard to do the same.

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 22:45:30 GMT

Title: Space Travel's In My Blood
Author: rebecca_star
Rating: PG13 - just language, really.
Pairing: Gen
POV: Jon's
Summary: This is my fic for broadcastbandom. I put Panic at the Disco into the Red Dwarf universe.
Disclaimer: Panic do not belong to me. Red Dwarf does not belong to me. Not even the title belongs to me - that's from Another Girl Another Planet by the Only Ones.
Author Notes: This is a skutter. It's a robot type thing. "Smeg" means "shit" or "fuck", but the BBC wouldn't let them swear a lot. A lot of this is canonically Red Dwarf - like how Jon ends up on Red Dwarf and how Spencer is a Cat. Read the wiki page or, well, just ask me a question! I won't mind!

(There Aint Nothing I Can Do About It)

Join Me in Death [Moonlight AU]

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 03:58:18 GMT

Title: Join Me in Death

Pairing: Nate Ruess (The Format)/Brandon Flowers (The Killers), with mentions of Jesse Lacey (Brand New)/Nate Ruess.

Rating: 14A, for character death and vampire violence.

Dedication: To Andrea and Laila, as per usual. ♥

Author's Notes: Loosely based on the TV show Moonlight, especially episode 11, "Love Lasts Forever". But I took ~~some~~ a lot of liberties. Total crackfic, in other words.

Teaser: “When he hates me for all eternity, I’m blaming it on you.”

( This world is a cruel place and we're here only to lose. )

Ugly Baby Judges You! (Friends AU)

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 03:06:20 GMT

Title: Ugly Baby Judges You!
Author: spillalltheink
Pairing: Adam Lazzara (Taking Back Sunday)/Spencer Smith (Panic at the Disco), John Nolan (Straylight Run)/Jesse Lacey (Brand New)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This isn't real in any way.
Summary: Friends AU written for broadcastbandom.
Notes: So uh, I combined the Long Island and PATD fandoms for this one, for no real reason other than there were a lot of characters. This was about a million times harder than I thought it would be, and it's not good at all. Just a whole lot of dialogue and overused jokes with a horrible ending. But it was fun to write, anyway!

“The greatest thing happened at work today!” Adam exclaims to his friends as he enters the coffee shop.

“Let me guess,” John says, sitting up on the couch. “Only half of your class fell asleep during your lecture on the Mesozoic era?”

Adam just ignores him and turns to Spencer. “You know that new professor in my department I’ve been talking about, Mark? I asked him out again and he finally said yes.”

“Oh, that’s so great!” Spencer exclaims. “And you only had to ask eleven times!”

John laughs. “Yeah, I think that’s starting to border on harassment, dude.”

“I didn’t ask eleven times!” Adam cries, loud enough for the entire coffee house to turn and stare. He blushes and continues, quietly. “I only asked him four times.”

“That must be a new record for you,” Spencer says.

“Hey, I didn’t have to ask you out four times before you said yes,” Adam points out.

Spencer rolls his eyes. “No, you only secretly lusted after me for nine years before mentioning it.”

“How did you get him to say yes?” John asks.

Adam shrugs. “He finally just realized how charming I am, I guess. That, and I told him I was going to show him these really great slides I have. He said he might want to show them to one of his classes.”

John laughs. “He does realize you think this is a date and not just two dinosaur nerds hanging out together looking at slides, right?”

“Yes,” Adam replies sternly, eyes narrowed. “We’re having dinner first.”

“Tonight?” Spencer asks.

“No, tomorrow. I can’t wait!”

“Oooh,” Ryan says as he walks through door of the coffee house. “Can’t wait for what?”

“I’m going out with Mark tomorrow night,” Adam explains proudly.

“Oh, that guy you’ve been bothering?” Ryan asks, setting his guitar case down on the ground as he takes a seat next to John on the couch.

“I have not been bothering him!” he yells, pretending not to notice that everyone in the coffee house is staring at him again. “Uh, anyway, are Jesse and Brendon upstairs? I want to tell them the good news.”

Spencer snorts. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”

“Jesse’s at the restaurant,” John explains. “And I think Brendon had an audition today, but he should be back by now.”

“Okay, I’ll go see. I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“Wait!” Ryan exclaims. “You’re gonna miss my set!”

“Sorry, Ry,” he says. “I don’t have much time, anyway, I have to spend tonight grading papers since I have plans tomorrow.”

“But I have a new song that I think you’ll really like! It’s called ‘Gravity is Not a Bird’s Best Friend.’

“I’ll hear it next time, don’t worry,” Adam assures him. “But hey, that reminds me of a great joke a student told me today. Why did the Archaeopteryx catch the worm?”

His three friends sit silently for a moment before he continues.

“Because it was an early bird!” he cries gleefully, only to be greeted with continued silence and frowns. “Come on, early bird? That’s funny!”

“You know,” John says, turning to Spencer, “sometimes I just feel bad for him.”

“Feel bad for me,” Spencer replies. “I’m the one who had to date him for a year.”

“Actually,” Ryan interjects, “we should feel bad for Mark, since he’ll probably have to hear this joke tonight.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Adam says, annoyed. “I’m going to go find Brendon.”

-

“Why did the Archaeopteryx catch the worm?” Adam asks Brendon once he’s arrived at Brendon's apartment.

“Ark-a-tar… what?” Brendon asks, terribly confused.

“Archaeopteryx,” Adam repeats slowly. “It’s a dinosaur.”

“Oh. Um… I don’t know?”

“Because it was an early bird!”

“Oh, okay,” Brendon says, nodding his head in understanding. “I see what you did there. But you know what you should do? Instead of… Ark-a-ter-axis, maybe you could say T. Rex. So, you know, then people would know it’s a dinosaur. The joke would make a lot more sense.”

Adam frowns. “But a Tyrannosaurus Rex isn’t a bird.”

“Uh, neither is an Ark… whatever.”

“Yes, Bren, it is.”

“Well then why did you just tell me it was a dinosaur?!” he asks, frustrated. “Look, either way, you’re not planning on telling that to the guy you have the date with, right? Because that is really not the way to get someone to like you.”

“Right,” Adam scoffs, “because you know all about getting someone to like you.” He doesn’t realize the stupidity of what he just said until he’s finished.

“Oh yeah,” Spencer says, entering the apartment and throwing his bag on the counter. “What would Brendon know about getting people to like him? He’s only managed to have sex with more people than all of us.”

“All of the rest of you combined, probably,” Brendon says.

“Yeah, but I’m sure Spencer’s in second place there,” Adam says bitterly.

Spencer laughs. “Right, I’m the slut. Who was it that broke up our relationship by sleeping with someone else?” he asks, tapping his finger against his chin and pretending to think. “Oh, right, that was you!”

“We were on a break!” Adam exclaims. “And anyway, I think I know how to get people to like me, okay? I’ve been married three times.”

“I don’t think that’s something to brag about, dude,” Brendon says, shaking his head.

“Hey, I know how to get guys, I’m just not so great at… keeping them.”

Brendon nods. “Yeah. The first step would be to not tell that joke.”

Adam just sighs in annoyance. “I’m going to go,” he says slowly, reaching for the doorknob. “I have papers to grade.”

“Okay, talk to you later,” Brendon says.

“Have fun with the papers,” Spencer chimes in.

“Wow,” Brendon says once Adam is out the door. “He’s a little touchy tonight.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah, well, you made fun of his joke. It’s clearly very important to him.”

“I was only trying to help. That joke is like…. hot guy repellant.”

“Another paleontologist might think it‘s funny,” Spencer points out.

“But why?” Brendon asks. “Spence, it’s about birds, not dinosaurs.”

“… what?”

“Yeah,” Brendon says, shrugging. “I didn’t get it either.”

Spencer decides it’s probably best to just carry on. “Did you meet this guy? Mark? I know you were at the campus the other day.”

“Yeah, I met him for like, a minute,” Brendon replies. “Why?”

Spencer shrugs. “Is he, um… cute?”

“Yeah, he’s all right, I guess. Why?”

“No reason,” Spencer lies, trying to sound casual. “I just wanted to know.”

“Waaait,” Brendon says, sounding suspicious. “You’re not going to try and steal him away from Adam, are you? I mean, you could totally do it, but that would be pretty mean. And come on, you’re like, super hot. You don’t have to keep dating paleontologists. You could date, you know, interesting guys.”

“I’m not interested in dating Mark, okay?”

“So, what, you’re just jealous of Adam for having a date?”

Spencer frowns. “Not… exactly.”

“Ohhh,” he says, a look of realization dawning on his face. “You’re jealous of Mark? Because he’s going on a date with Adam?”

“It’s just… Adam talks about this guy nonstop,” Spencer complains. “It sounds like he really likes him, and they have a lot in common and what if they start dating and fall in love? They’ll be married by the end of the year!”

“And divorced by February,” Brendon adds. “You guys are so ridiculous, I don’t understand why you don’t just tell each other how you feel.”

“Tell each other how we feel?” Spencer repeats. “Wait, did Adam say something to you about me? About how he feels?”

“Well, no,” admits Brendon. “But come on, it’s kind of obvious.”

“Yeah, it’s obvious how much he likes this Mark guy,” Spencer says, pouting.

“Come on, Spence,” Brendon says soothingly. “It’s just a date.”

“Just a date,” Spencer murmurs. “I could totally ruin a date.”

“What?”

“Oh my God, you have to help me,” Spencer says excitedly. “I’m sure, together, we could ruin Adam’s date.”

Brendon frowns. “Spencer, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“No, no, it is! Just… think of how much it’ll cost you to rent yet another tux when these two get married! And think of how whiny Adam’ll be when they get divorced!”

Brendon looks conflicted. “I don’t know, man. Adam’s my friend.”

“Yes, but I’m prettier,” Spencer says matter-of-factly. “And I smell way better.”

“This is true,” Brendon says slowly, deep in thought. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it. But what are we going to do?”

Spencer shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, I know!” Brendon exclaims, running over to one of his cabinets. “Syrup!” he cries triumphantly, producing an oversized bottle.

“Syrup?” Spencer asks, confused. “How will that ruin Adam’s date?”

“I don’t know,” Brendon admits. “But I’m sure we could figure something out, I have a ton of this stuff and I’ve been waiting to put it to good use.”

“Why the hell do you have that much syrup?”

“The big size was on sale a few weeks ago,” he says, shrugging. “It was a great deal, definitely worth it.”

Spencer rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Oh, okay, I have an idea,“ Brendon says. “We can find out where they’re going, and set up booby traps! Like, buckets of syrup, and when they open the door it will pour down on them.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to say no to that idea.”

Brendon pouts. “Why?”

“Because it’s stupid?”

“Well, you’re the one who asked for my help,” he says. “Okay, here’s another idea. We can have John just, like, pop up out of somewhere and dance naked in front of them.”

Spencer sighs. “Yeah, I really don’t think John would be into that idea.”

“Well, I guess I could do it, then,” Brendon says. “Though that could backfire, since me dancing naked would be sexy, rather than scary.”

“Okay, how about we come up with an idea where no one has to be naked?” Spencer suggests.

“Well, that won’t be nearly as much fun, but all right.”

“Ugh,” Spencer says after a minute. “Adam’s going to show him dinosaur slides, so you’d think he’d be sabotaging this whole thing himself, but no, this idiot actually wants to see them.”

Brendon immediately perks up. “He’s showing him slides? With that projector thing he has?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I borrowed it from him a few weeks ago, so I totally know how to work it.”

Spencer doesn’t really understand where he’s going. “So?”

“Sooo… I borrowed it because Ryan gave me these slides to look at. It’s like, really weird, kinky, super old porn. If we could get his projector, we could just replace the dinosaur slides with the scary old porn slides, so then when he turns it on, Mark thinks he’s a total creep.”

Spencer thinks for a minute. “Actually, that’s not a horrible idea.”

“It’s an awesome idea,” Brendon insists. “And I still have the slides, so it won’t be a problem.”

“You still have them, huh?”

“I didn’t like them, believe me,” Brendon says quickly. “They’re freaky as shit.”

“Why in the world does Ryan have slides of old porn, anyway?”

Brendon just shrugs. “Dude, it’s Ryan.”

-

“Okay,” John says, surveying all of the kitchenware spread out before him. “I think this is everything I need.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ryan asks, hoisting himself up to sit on a small area of unused counter space. “I mean, you married a chef, maybe you should just leave the cooking to him?”

“I’m being romantic,” John insists. “Jesse will love it.”

“Unless you burn down his kitchen in the process.”

John shakes his head. “Look, just because I’m not a chef doesn’t mean I can’t make a nice meal.”

“Oh, no, right,” Ryan says. “Of course not. I’m sorry. So, what are you making?”

“Fig-apple stir-fry with chicken,” John announces proudly. “And crème brûlée for dessert!”

“Those don’t really go together,” Ryan points out, swinging his legs a bit.

“Oh, are you a chef, too?” John asks sarcastically. “I thought you came over here to help.”

“I am helping,” Ryan insists. “I am filling the room with positive vibes.” He flails his arms around dramatically to demonstrate.

John rolls his eyes. “How about you come here and help me chop some stuff?”

Ryan jumps off the counter. “Okay, but I am not going anywhere near the chicken.”

The door opens soon after they get to work, and Spencer walks in.

“Hey guys,” he greets them, taking a seat at the table. “Have you seen Brendon around?”

“He was here a little earlier,” says John. “He borrowed Adam’s key, he said he needed to borrow a hat.”

“A hat?” Spencer asks, cringing at the awkward excuse Brendon came up with.

“Yeah, I thought it would be better not to question it,” John says. “Hey, Ry, could you maybe take off that scarf so it doesn’t keep touching the food?”

“Sorry,” Ryan replies. “It just really adds to the ensemble.”

“Is it adding to the positive vibes, too?” John snaps.

“Cooking makes you cranky,” Ryan observes.

“What are you guys making?” Spencer asks, standing up and joining them at the counter.

“Some apple chicken thing,” Ryan says, dumping the carrots he’d been chopping into a bowl.

John sighs. “Fig-apple stir-fry with chicken,” he corrects. “And crème brûlée.”

Spencer peers over John’s shoulder. “What’s it for?”

“Me and Jesse’s anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s tonight? Jesse’s letting you cook?”

“Jesse thinks we‘re going out,” John says proudly. “I’m going to surprise him.”

Spencer snorts. “Oh, he’ll be surprised, all right. You‘re gonna clean up the mess before he gets home, right?”

“Of course!” John insists. “Okay, I think we need to start making the sauce now. You can help if you want, Spence.”

“Oh, no, I think I’m going to get going,” he replies. “Um, do you guys know if Adam still has that date tonight?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Ryan replies. “He wouldn’t shut up about it this morning, he’s so excited.”

“Oh, great,” Spencer says. “Great. I’m so glad that he’s moving on, you know?”

John raises an eyebrow. “Uh, I think he moved on a while ago, man. It‘s been like four years.”

“Yeah, and he’s been married since then,” Ryan chimes in. “Multiple times.”

“Yes, well, one of those times was to me, so that hardly counts. And the other time, they ended up getting divorced because he said my name instead of Pete’s.”

“True,” John admits. “I guess it is good he’s finally moving on, then.”

“Very good,” Spencer agrees. “Fantastic. So yeah, I‘m going to go… do a work thing. I‘ll talk to you guys later.”

“Didn’t you just get out of work?” Ryan asks.

“Yeah,” Spencer says. “I just… have some… dress designs to look at. You know, get a head start for Monday.”

“Yeah, okay,” John replies. “See you later, then.”

“Yeah, I hope you enjoy your anniversary dinner!”

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Spencer says, smiling. Bye, Ryan.”

“Bye.”

-

“Hey,” Spencer greets Brendon excitedly when he gets back to their apartment a few minutes later. “Did you do it? Did you change the slides?”

“Yep,” Brendon says proudly. “And I took the dinosaur slides, too,” he continues, lifting up a box. “So there’s no way he can find them!”

“Oooh, good idea.”

Brendon beams. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Thanks so much for doing that, seriously,” Spencer says. “You are officially my best friend.”

“Best friend with benefits?” Brendon asks hopefully. Spencer just glares at him. “Okay, well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” He places the box of slides on the counter and goes to join Spencer on the couch. “So, do you want to do something tonight?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says. “I want to go over to Jesse and John’s and watch this train wreck of a date unfold from the window, but I can’t, because they’re having an anniversary dinner tonight.”

“You really think Adam would keep his shades open while he was with a date when he knows that John and Jesse can see everything he does?”

Spencer laughs. “Please, he loves the attention. He’d install flood lights facing his window if he thought it might make us watch him more.”

-

“So, hey, John?” Ryan asks, looking down at the stir-fry. “Is it supposed to be all… black like that?”

John frowns. “I don’t know. I guess so? We’re following the directions exactly.”

“Yeah, but maybe we should turn off the stove now, I think it’s done.”

“But it’s supposed to have a few more minutes,” John insists. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“I think we’re beyond that now, dude,” Ryan says, poking at the mess with a fork. “Aren’t you supposed to be like… moving it around and stuff? You know, stir-frying it?”

“It’s fine,” John says. “Now I need to take the crème brûlée stuff out of the refrigerator and add the top… layer thing to it.”

Ryan looks at the crème brûlée recipe quickly. “Okay, you need a… kitchen butane torch. Do you have one of those?”

“My husband is a chef, of course we have one of those,” John replies. “I’m just… not sure what it looks like. Or where he keeps it.”

“Good planning, John,” Ryan says. “I think I have a lighter in my big,” he continues, walking over to his bag and dumping it out on the floor.

“Ryan, what’s in the flask?”

“Hey,” he says defensively, “you never know when you might need some alcohol.”

“Or a crowbar?”

Ryan nods. “It’s come in handy more times than you’d think. Okay, here’s the lighter,” he says, handing it to John.

“This is kind of small,” John says, frowning. “I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Well, I don’t carry around lighters in multiple sizes just in case you need to make crème brûlée, John.”

“Right, that would be crazy,” John says, rolling his eyes. “The crowbar, however, is completely logical.”

“Exactly. Hey, are you sure you want to keep the stove on? It’s really starting to look overly… crispy.”

“It’s fine,” John snaps. “Help me light this custard crap on fire.”

“You know, I think you probably should have picked something you didn’t have to light on fire for your first big meal.”

They’re interrupted when Jesse walks through the front door.

“John?” he asks, looking around. “What the hell happened to my kitchen?”

“You’re early!” John exclaims. “I’m supposed to have more time!”

“More time to destroy the apartment?” Jesse asks, his face going pale as he takes in the mess.

“I was going to clean up!” John insists, stepping in front of Jesse to block his view of the destroyed kitchen. “But you’re early.”

“Yeah,” Jesse says. “I came home a little early so I’d have time to get ready to go out. You know, for our anniversary?”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” John says. “That’s why I was making dinner! I thought it would be nicer than going out.”

“Oh, that’s… dinner?” Jesse asks, looking over John’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” John admits sheepishly. “I thought it would be a nice surprise, but then, uh… it didn’t quite go as I planned.”

“Oh, no, it’s a great surprise,” Jesse assures him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Just, maybe next time, we’ll cook together.”

John smiles. “And by that you mean I’ll sit at the table and keep you company while you do everything?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Okay, I think I like that plan. But just because I made a mess doesn‘t mean the dinner is ruined. I made fig-apple stir-fry with chicken!”

“Hey, John?” Ryan asks from the kitchen. “I really think it’s done now.”

“Look, Ryan, I’ll take care of it, okay?” John says irritably.

“Okay, but um, it’s on fire.”

This finally gets John and Jesse’s attention and they turn to look at the wok, which has a pretty impressive flame rising from it.

“Oh my God!” Jesse yells. “What the hell did you even put in there?!”

“Um… well, chicken, and…”

“Get the fire extinguisher!” Jesse interrupts. “Hurry!”

John retrieves the fire extinguisher from the cabinet just as the overhead sprinklers turn on and start raining water on them.

“My scarves!!!” Ryan shrieks, running away from the water as quickly as he can. “Oh, the humanity!!!”

Jesse takes the fire extinguisher from John and quickly puts out the rest of the fire.

“Well,” John starts after a minute. “Um, I guess we can go out, after all.”

-

“Okay, okay, I have a good one,” Adam says as he leads Mark into his apartment. “Why did the Apatosaurus devour the factory?”

Mark grins as he takes off his coat. “Because it’s a plant eater!”

“Okay, it’s official,” Adam says, shutting the door behind them. “You are my favorite person.”

Mark laughs. “Oh yeah?”

“Yep. No one else appreciates these jokes! I heard this great one yesterday: Why did the Archaeopteryx catch the worm?”

“Ummm….”

“Because it was an early bird!” Adam screeches, delighted.

Mark laughs. “I would have gotten that!” he exclaims. “I just needed more time!”

“Right, right,” Adam teases. “So, uh, do you want to get right to the slides?”

“Yeah,” Mark says. “I’m really excited to see them.”

“And I,” Adam starts with a grin, “am really excited to show them to you. Here, come in, sit down, I’ll get the projector set up.”

Mark takes a seat on the couch while Adam sets the projector up on a table and faces it toward the wall in front of them. He dims the lights before taking a seat next to Mark on the couch, then turns on the projector with the remote.

“This first one…” Adam starts to say, but when he realizes what’s being projected up onto the wall, he stops.

“Um…” Mark says, looking vaguely horrified. It’s not a picture of dinosaur fossils they’re looking at, but an old black and white picture of two guys with handlebar mustaches giving each other hand jobs.

“Oh, this is not… okay, this is not one of my slides,” Adam says quickly, pressing a button on the remote to move on. “I don’t know what this is, but…”

The next slide that comes up appears to be some sort of old, gay orgy, and Mark is on his feet before Adam even has time to say anything.

“Wait, wait!” he cries after a minute. “These are not mine, I swear, I let my friend borrow this a few weeks ago! And uh, he must have… left his slides in my dinosaur slide box, or something.” He clicks madly on the remote, trying to get the projector to turn off, but he just keeps moving on to new slides. “I’ll just turn this off,” he says desperately, rushing over the projector and finally managing to stop it. “You just wait here,” he continues, “please. I’m going to just get the other slides, and we’ll be fine.”

Mark doesn’t look convinced, but he stays put while Adam rushes over to his bookshelf in search of the missing slides, but they’re not there. Mark sighs loudly.

“I’m gonna call my friend,” Adam explains. “The one that borrowed the projector. He must have mixed them up. You just, uh… yeah, you just wait there.” He grabs his phone and dials Brendon’s number as he rushes into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

“Hello?”

“Brendon,” Adam says through clenched teeth. “I swear to God, I am going to kill you.”

“Huh?”

“You left some weird ass Victorian pornography slides in my projector, and my dinosaur slides are gone, and you must have them, and if you don’t bring them here in the next five minutes, you will be very, very sorry.”

There’s a long pause before Brendon finally speaks. “Who is this?”

“It’s Adam! Who else would it be?”

“I don’t know, you sound kind of funny,” Brendon replies. “So what’s up?”

Adam sighs in frustration. “My dinosaur slides! You left your Victorian porn slides and Mark saw them and now he thinks I’m super creepy and wants to leave!”

“Victorian porn? Dude, I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s old, black and white pictures of naked guys having sex, okay?”

“Hey, it’s not all guys,” Brendon corrects him. “There are girls, too.”

“They are yours!” Adam yells. “Where the hell are my dinosaur slides?”

“They’re not mine!” Brendon shouts back. “I have real porn, okay? Porn in video form that is not from the 12th century.”

“Okay, okay,” Adam says, trying to control his anger. “Then who else could have taken my slides? They’re not here!” he cries.

“They’re Ryan’s,” Brendon says. “He told me about them, but then he borrowed the projector before I gave it back to you. So maybe he knows where your slides are.”

“Okay, well, I’ll call him, then.”

“No, no,” Brendon says. “Ryan’s, um… Ryan’s not home. And he’s at a play, so it would be very rude to try and call him.”

“A play?”

“Yep, a play,” Brendon repeats. “A really good one.”

Adam sighs. “Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“Well,” Brendon starts. “You could just show him the old porn and see if he’s into it. Then maybe you’ll get lucky!”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Is John around? I think I’d rather talk to him.”

“John and Jesse are doing their anniversary thing tonight, remember?”

“Oh, right… damn.”

“You don’t need John,” Brendon says, momentarily forgetting his commitment to helping Spencer. “I can help!”

“I think you’ve done enough,” Adam tells him. “Thanks anyway.” He hangs up the phone and heads back into the living room, still not sure what he’s going to say to Mark. “Okay,” he starts as soon as he’s back within Mark’s earshot. “I guess what happened is a different friend borrowed the projector when he was done, a really, really weird friend. Really, he’s more Brendon’s friend. And I can’t call him right now because he’s at a play, so I don’t know where the slides are, but I will be sure and get them back as soon as possible. So maybe tonight we can watch a movie or something, and then reschedule the slides for tomorrow?”

“Uh, actually I think I’m just going to get going,” Mark says, reaching for his coat.

“Oh,” Adam says, disappointed. “But it’s only eight, are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure,” he replies. “But, um, thanks for dinner, that was nice.”

“Oh, no problem, I had a great time. I’ll give you a call tomorrow, when I find out about the slides.”

“Maybe I’ll just see you at work Monday,” Mark suggests.

“Yeah,” Adam says, finally getting the hint. “Monday. I’m really sorry about the whole slide thing.”

“Right,” Mark replies, opening up the door and stepping into the hallway. “Later.”

-

“I’m going to kill you,” Adam announces as he bursts into the coffee house the next morning, finding Spencer and Ryan sitting on the couch.

“Me?” Spencer asks, wondering how he’s already figured out who was really behind this plan.

“No,” Adam says through clenched teeth. “Him.” He points at Ryan. “Why the hell did you put your Victorian porn slides in my projector? And where are my fossil slides?!”

Ryan doesn’t look very concerned. “I didn’t take your fossil slides. And I haven’t seen my slides since Brendon borrowed them about a month ago.”

“Ugh, Brendon!” Adam cries in frustration.

“Yeah?” Brendon asks, returning from the counter with a cup of coffee. “What’s up, man?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Adam repeats. “You did put the slides in there! You left them in there and returned it to me and lost my dinosaur slides and then lied to me about it. You ruined any chance I had with Mark and lost those slides! They were really hard to find,” he whines.

“Hey, I didn’t lose your slides,” Brendon says, affronted. “I know exactly where they are, what kind of friend do you think I am?”

Adam breathes a quick sigh of relief, happy to know that his slides are safe, before replying. “You’re the kind of friend who would ruin my date and then lie to me about it!”

Spencer, feeling a little guilty, decides to speak up. “Hey, I’m sure he didn’t mean to mess up your date. It was just an accident.”

“Spence, don’t try and defend him,” Adam says. “You didn’t hear him on the phone last night. It sure sounded like he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“I was just trying to be a good friend!” Brendon cries.

“How is sabotaging my date being a good friend?!” Adam asks.

“Not to you,” Brendon replies. Spencer goes pale.

“Then to who?”

“Uh…” Brendon tries to think quickly. “Ryan!”

Ryan looks up, nonplussed. “Stealing my porn makes you a good friend?”

“I didn’t steal it,” Brendon insists. “You can take the slides back as soon as Adam is done with them.”

“Done with them?” Adam asks. “Done with them? I’m not using them!”

“Well, great,” he says. “Ryan, you can have them back now, I guess.”

“And I want my slides back, too,” Adam says.

“They’re right upstairs,” Brendon promises. “I put them under my bed last night after I… uh. Never mind.”

“After you what?”

“After he went over to your apartment to steal them,” Ryan finishes.

Brendon looks shocked. “How did you know?”

Ryan shrugs. “I didn’t. I just figured you didn’t actually go over there to borrow a hat. I mean, Adam has horrible taste in hats.”

“Hey!” Adam exclaims. “I do not have horrible taste in hats! Spence, you know fashion. Do I have horrible taste in hats?”

Spencer cringes. “I really don’t want to get involved in this,” he says apologetically.

Ryan snorts. “Get involved in this? Please.”

Adam looks confused. “Are you… did you have something to do with this, Spencer?”

“I, uh… no, I don‘t know why he’d say that.”

Ryan shrugs. “I just don’t see why Brendon would have any reason to ruin Adam’s date. Or how Brendon could come up with a plan like that on his own.”

“I did come up with the plan on my own!” Brendon cries. “And I did it all, too, all Spencer did was say we needed a plan, but I totally made up the whole entire plan by myself. Tell them, Spence,” he says.

“I‘m going to kill you,” Adam says to Spencer.

“I think I’m going to go get some more coffee,” Ryan says, standing up and heading toward the counter to give them some privacy.

“Uh, yeah,” Brendon says, following him with his full cup of coffee. “Me, too.”

"Why the hell would you do that?!" Adam cries when they're out of earshot. "You know how long I've been trying to get a date with this guy. I can't believe you'd ruin it for me!"

Spencer shrugs. "I, um... thought it would be funny?"

"How could it have possibly been funny?"

"Well," Spencer starts, "if this guy had any sense of humor at all, it would have been funny! Really, you're better off."

"He has a sense of humor!" Adam insists. "He thought my Archaeopteryx joke was hysterical!"

"Oh, honey, that doesn't mean he has a sense of humor," Spencer says. "It means he's a dork. I am really sorry, though, if I ruined your date."

Adam frowns. "You know, it's been, like, four years since we even dated. I really thought we were at a place where we could both be happy for each other."

Spencer laughs. "Both be happy for each other? Oh, please. I seem to remember you scaring off this guy I was flirting with over at the counter last month by yelling something about my 'vicious strain of herpes.'"

"Well, maybe I was trying to be funny," Adam spits. "Or trying to save that poor guy from Jon's wrath," he continues, motioning at Jon, who's behind the counter, clearly trying to eavesdrop. "He was glaring, Spencer."

"Jon glares at everyone who talks to me," Spencer points out. "He's harmless! He's been glaring at you for seven years now, and somehow you survived! The point is, you're not over me."

"So what? You're not over me!"

They share a meaningful glance, but before the conversation can continue, John and Jesse enter the coffee house and join them, in the middle of their own argument.

"I don't see why we couldn't get the shiny blue coffee maker," John complains. "It looked so awesome."

"Unfortunately, 'shiny blue' does not match the rest of my kitchen's décor," Jesse replies.

"Your kitchen? We both live there, darling."

"Yes, but you broke the number one rule and attempted to cook something somewhat elaborate without clearing it with me first. And you practically burned down the whole kitchen. You no longer get the luxury of me pretending that we share it."

"That does seem fair," Adam interjects. "How did you burn down the kitchen?"

"I was trying be romantic," John insists. "You know, do something nice for my super controlling husband."

"Which is why I didn't kill you," Jesse says. "And I'm only controlling in situations where I clearly know best."

John pouts. "It's not like I ruined everything. Just a few cabinets and small appliances. And now we get to buy all new stuff! Really, I did you a favor. You love buying new kitchen stuff!"

"I also love having money in my savings account," Jesse replies.

"Hey," Brendon says as he and Ryan come back with their coffee. "Are you guys done fighting?"

"We're not fighting," Jesse says. "We're just having a loud, pointless discussion."

"Oh, not you guys," Brendon clarifies. "Adam and Spencer. But what are you guys fighting about?"

"John tried to make Jesse dinner and ended up just lighting the kitchen on fire instead," Ryan tells him, taking a seat on the couch.

"It wasn't the whole kitchen," John says. "I only ruined a few things!"

"A few expensive things. And that coffee maker was a wedding gift from my parents, what am I supposed to tell them when they come over?"

"Oooh," Brendon says, turning to John. "You ruined the coffee maker? Now you can buy that shiny blue one you wanted!"

"See!" John cries. "The shiny blue coffee maker is my dream, and you are depriving me of it!"

"It doesn't match the décor," Jesse repeats, his voice flat.

"Ugh, could you be any more uptight?" John asks, shaking his head.

Adam sighs loudly. "While this is a thrilling argument, I think I'm going to get back to my apartment. I have to be home, Michelle's dropping off Patrick later."

"Oh, hey," Spencer says, sitting up. "We should take him to the playground later, it's really nice out."

Adam frowns. "Uh, yeah, maybe I'll take him or something, I don't know. Later, guys." He leaves quickly, and Spencer sighs.

"He hates me," he says. "I need to fix this."

"Why does he hate you?" Jesse asks. "What did you do?"

Spencer blushes. "Well, I kinda ruined his date last night."

"On purpose?" John asks.

"Yeah. I, uh, thought it would be funny to have Brendon replace Adam's stupid dinosaur slides with Ryan's weird Victorian porno slides. Apparently, both Adam and his date did not see the humor."

"Shocking," remarks John.

"I can't believe you guys are still pulling stupid crap like this," Jesse says, sighing. "What are you, 12?"

"It was Brendon's idea," says Spencer in attempt to redeem himself.

"Yeah, that should have been your first clue," Jesse replies. "Neither of you is ever going to find someone new unless you let go and start acting like adults."

"Yeah," Spencer sighs. "I know."

"Good," Jesse says. "We should get going," he says to John. "We have to go to some more places and get ideas on cabinet prices," he explains to everyone else. He's trying to sound exasperated, but his eyes are twinkling with excitement.

John snorts. "Dude, you are so psyched to get new cabinets, don't bother pretending you're not."

"I hope you don't think we're ordering some ridiculous shiny blue cabinets," Jesse replies as they head out.

"Why not? Then our kitchen could look all futuristic and cool," John says, excited. "And, hey, if we did that, then the shiny blue coffe maker would match the décor!"

"You know," Brendon says to Spencer once John and Jesse have exited, "You should really just tell Adam."

"Tell Adam what?" Ryan asks, suddenly very interested.

"That he still loves him and wants to get back together," Brendon says in a sing-song voice. "Don't even lie about it, man, I know that's why you wanted to ruin that date."

"Oh, please, everyone knows," Ryan says, rolling his eyes.

"I never said I love him and want to get back together," Spencer protests. "I just... don't like the idea of Adam dating people, that's all." Brendon and Ryan just stare at him for a minute in disbelief. "Okay, okay," he continues, throwing his hands up in the air. "So maybe I do. But it's not like it matters."

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" Ryan asks. "He's totally not over you."

"Well, obviously," Spencer says. "But that doesn't mean he wants to get back together. And I don't even know if I want to get back together with him."

"What?" Brendon asks. "Why not?"

"He cheated on me! I mean, do I really want to be with a guy who'd do that?"

"You were on a break," Ryan says after a minute. Spencer shoots him a glare. "Come on, Adam's not here, someone had to say it."

"Maybe that doesn't even matter, though," Brendon says. "I mean, you guys are, like, soulmates."

Spencer looks at him, surprised. "You believe in soulmates?"

"Oh, totally."

"Brendon's right," Ryan says. "You guys are soulmates, and I'm sure he wants to get together."

"Why?" Spencer asks, trying not to sound too excited. "Did he say something?"

"Well, no," admits Ryan. "But he doesn't have to. Seriously, you should just talk to him. No more elaborate date-ruining plans involving my Victorian pornography slides," he finishes, glaring at Brendon.

-

"You should just talk to him," John tells Adam later that night when they're hanging out at Jesse and John's place. "I mean, he's purposely ruining your dates. He's jealous, that means he still likes you."

Adam shakes his head. "I can't just go up to Spencer and be like 'so, you and me, what do you say?' It's been four years!"

"I bet he'd be into it," John says, shrugging.

"He still likes you, definitely," Jesse agrees. "But you're right, you can't just randomly ask him out again. You need a plan."

John sighs. "Why does there always have to be a plan with you?"

"Because I know my brother, okay? He sucks at being romantic. He turns to Adam. "You need to do something super romantic And that's why you need our help."

John shrugs. "I think stuff is more romantic if it's spontaneous, not planned," he says. "Especially when your brother is the one planning it."

"Spencer doesn't have to know that," Jesse says. "Hmm, what could you do..."

"He could have someone write 'I still love you, Spencer' in skywriting!" John suggests.

Jesse rolls his eyes. "That's tacky." John pouts, but Jesse just ignores him and continues. "First of all, he thinks that you hate him, so you have to let him know you don't. Or," he says, getting excited. "You could make him think you're still super pissed at him and then out of nowhere just declare your love."

"On a balcony," John adds. "It should definitely be on a balcony. When it's windy. Oh! You can do it on top of the Empire State Building!"

"How would I get him to the Empire State Building?" Adam asks.

John thinks for a minute. "You could, um... tell him there's a fashion show up there?"

"Or you could just kiss him, out of nowhere," Jesse says. "That would be romantic."

"And spontaneous, like I said," John adds with a smug smile.

"You guys are no help," Adam says. "I can't just kiss him, after all this time."

"You could apologize for cheating on him," Jesse suggests. "He'd probably appreciate that."

"But we were-"

"On a break, I know," Jesse finishes for him. "But that doesn't mean you can't say how much you regret it, all that crap."

Adam thinks for a minute. "I guess that would work."

"Work?" Jesse asks. "It's going to be amazing."

"And you guys will be married again by next month!" John concludes.

"You should go tell him now," continues Jesse. "Before you lose your nerve."

Adam frowns. "But it's almost midnight."

"Midnight is a romantic time," John says. Jesse rolls his eyes.

"Do it tonight, man," he says. "Get me a brother-in-law!"

-

It's exactly midnight when Adam knocks on Spencer's door.

Up All Night [30 Rock AU]

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 02:10:37 GMT

Up All Night
by sweetrecovery
PG; 6,770 words; gen, although there are either brief mentions of or allusions to Jon/Spencer, Tom/Greta, Cash/Greta, and Brendon/Gabe
Based on the TV show 30 Rock and written for broadcastbandom. Greta is the head writer of a comedy show and has to deal with a new boss, Spencer, and the new star of her show, Gabe.

Thanks to flickerofyou for the last-minute beta. Warning for very, very minor and totally ridiculous character death. A few lines in this are taken directly from the show, and it sort of combines the pilot episode and one called "The Aftermath," where the characters have a party on a yacht.

( "I have a yacht, a solid gold jet ski, and two Batmobiles." )

All Bets Are Off, 'Alias' AU

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:21:30 GMT

All Bets Are Off.
Ryan/Brendon. 4,098 words, R.
Based loosely off of Alias.

(There is something distinctly disgusting about crouching in an abandon alley at three o'clock in the morning.)

through the windowpane; dead like me AU

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 00:22:19 GMT

through the windowpane
PG-13; 4130 words
Mikey/Pete
Dead Like Me AU

[ He gets semi-resurrected into a reaper and his name is Harold. ]

A day in the life of Frank Iero, or how Madonna saved the day

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 22:42:17 GMT

Author: inpurity
Title: A day in the life of Frank Iero, or how Madonna saved the day.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG13
Prompt for broadcastbandom:UGLY BETTY
Fandom:Frank/Gerard, hints of Spencer/Jon and Mikey/Alicia
Summary:Frank used to live a perfectly normal life in New Jersey with his babbo, sister Anna and nephew Matthew; but everything changed the day he started working at Mode. This is the story of an ordinary day at the office.
Word Count: 11,298
Beta Credit: Thanks to the amazing sweetrecovery for invaluable help, support and suggestions.
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction, not written for profit. I claim no connection with any member of MCR/PATD/BN, their families or friends. The events hereby narrated are absolutely false and are not meant to reflect the person's private life. No harm, misrepresentation, libel, malice or copyright infringement is intended. At no time is this meant to be construed as reality.

X-posted at mychemicalslash and bandslashmania

( Frank Iero personal assistant, or how Madonna saved the day. )

title: fess up you dressed up to kill yourself [pairing: Paul/Carlos, Sam/Daniel]

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 10:37:50 GMT

title: fess up you dressed up to kill yourself
summary: the obligatory hooker/cop/killer AU, bundled into one (very, emphasis on very, loosely based on L&O, although mostly Law)
rating: hahaha PG-13. no, really not. NC-17 for violence, sex, underagedness.
fandom: Interpol, with guest appearances by various decaydence/MCR/long island boys
notes: so i've been trying to somehow shoehorn interpol into the decaydence fandom, because um. because they're an awesome band! and Carlos D dated Vicky T (no, really i just heard that on the internet so it must be true). so anyway, YES. (crossposted to publicpervert_)

It's always cops and robbers out there

Nothing in the 'Verse Can Stop the Take Over (Firefly AU)

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 22:44:39 GMT

Title: Nothing in the 'Verse Can Stop the Take Over
Characters/Pairings: Pete/Patrick, established Brendon/Ryan, Spencer, Gerard/Frank, Mikey, Gabe, Vicky-T, all of TAI, the Cab, and a guest appearance by your favourite BBC World News host.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 10,702
Author's Note: Firefly crossover. This is actually my first bandom fic! I'd like to thank this exchange and everyone who alerted me to it for giving me a reason to write this. ♥

His crew sometimes teases him about how much he loves an inanimate object, but aside from Ryan, they don't know how much work he put into everything; how he had Decaydance built up from an older model, how carefully he established his business and chose his crew. She isn't a particularly pretty ship, he knows, but she's loyal and always gets the job done. A ship like that will last you a lifetime.

My Inarticulate Store Bought Hangover Hobby Kit [AU]

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 15:49:38 GMT

Title; My Inarticulate Store Bought Hangover Hobby Kit [AU based on Desperate Housewives]
Pairings; Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, William/Travis [implied.]
Warnings; Slight drug use, swearing.
Author's Note; This veered slightly off what I was expecting to write... Hope you enjoy it anyway.

This is a place where knowing your neighbours means not knowing them at all.

We have Gabe and William, a little self-obsessed, a little spoilt, but generally good people. At least that’s what their neighbours think. The neighbours however don’t realise that William’s sleeping with the gardener and Gabe’s sleeping with his secretary. Cliché, but sometimes only a cliché will do.

Then there’s Pete and Patrick. Everyone was a little shocked when they got together, Patrick being so calm and, for lack of a better description, normal, while Pete was…not. But it’s only been a couple of months and no one knows better than these two that you can never predict what’ll happen.

Finally, there is that couple that it seems have been together forever; the ones no one doubts are heading the right way. Sure things are difficult sometimes, but as the best of us know, nothing perfect is always easy. And that is pretty much what Brendon and Ryan are: perfect. But doesn’t perfection always come at a price?

Gabe and William are hosting their monthly party, a dignified and sophisticated affair which quickly degenerates into the kind of wild and rock’n’roll party they’d have been proud of in their teens.

The six of our newfound friends are in the kitchen, having swiftly moved from champagne and red wine to vodka shots and beer bottles. Gabe leans against the wall talking softly to Ryan, whose eyes keep darting to the other side of the room where Brendon is clinging onto William for support. Pete and Patrick are in the corner, and no one wants to look to closely, because while social etiquette states that you should not have sex in your host’s kitchen, everyone in the room knows Pete’s not one for obeying the rules.

They all join together in the centre of the room as William, always the perfect hostess, rolls a joint tight and lights it before passing it to Brendon. Ryan gives them both a warning look, and it’s scary enough that William contemplates taking it back, but Brendon takes no notice, taking a long, luxurious draw on it, aware even in his drunken state that every man in the room is watching how it looks between his lips. As he exhales, he passes it to Pete, who’s watching him with ill disguised lust. He does have a right to however, being one of only two men in the room who know exactly what Brendon can do with that mouth of his.

Once it’s been round the group a few times they fall in to that nonsensical conversation that hums in the air when the participants are high. Brendon and Ryan, who’d obviously been fighting before they arrived if Ryan’s rigid stance and Brendon’s careless drinking had been anything to go by, were now busy making it up in the middle of William and Gabe’s kitchen, their hands roaming over each other and mouths locked together. Pete and Patrick were following suit, Patrick’s inhibitions lowered enough when high to let Pete do what he’d been wanting to all night. William and Gabe stood awkwardly, having barely touched each other in months, before Gabe looked at his pale skinned, long legged, beautiful lover and kissed him. For a split second William thought of his other lover, circulating uneasily in the next room, before his body made the decision for him, responding passionately to Gabe’s kiss.

It’s Brendon and Ryan who break apart first, and Brendon tangles his fingers in Ryan’s hair, giggling softly in his ear, “It’s looks like a fucking orgy in here.” It takes a couple of seconds for Ryan to respond, but as he looks around he has to agree. Gabe looks about a minute away from just giving in and fucking William where they’re standing, and apparently Pete and Patrick are already there if their frantic movements and indiscreet moans are anything to go by. Not that he can talk, as by the time his thoughts have pieced together enough to form a coherent response, Brendon’s on his knees in front of Ryan, and then Ryan forgets what he was going to say, what they were talking about, forgets everything. And that’s okay.

It’s the morning after the night before and everyone’s wondering how they ended up in the situation that they’re in.

We should probably start with Gabe and William, who have the most complex guilt complexes known to man. Yes, they feel guilty about sleeping with each other, these two who’ve been dating for 2 years, who live together, when they have both taken a lover. William sends Travis a quick text while Gabe’s still asleep apologising for what he did the night before, vaguely recalling staggering past him as he tried to get Gabe to the bedroom as quickly as possible. Funnily enough that feeling is revived somewhat when Gabe wakes up with his arms still wrapped around William’s waist and to him smiling sleepily. “Hey,” Gabe had whispered, his voice still clouded with sleep, and William had kissed him. And apparently their long standing tacit agreement of not touching had been completely disregarded as Patrick could testify, hearing their moans and shouts from the kitchen downstairs.

Yes, Patrick was woken up by Gabe and William, and found himself on their kitchen floor with Pete’s head resting in the crook of his neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, rubbing his face with his hands in an attempt to wake himself up and clear his mind. He surveyed the chaos around them, empty bottles and cigarette ash, and groaned. That would be the last time he’d agree to go to these parties. He always ended up waking up in someone else’s house, usually in some obscure room that Pete had a natural gift for finding, and having to do some awkward explaining. And if anyone had been around he’d have been faced with inventing an explanation of why he had been asleep on one of his best friend’s kitchen floor with his naked boyfriend’s hand down his pants.

He moves to get the rest of his clothes, but his movements are met with a moan of protest from Pete, and Patrick’s not sure if he’s awake or not, but he ignores it anyway. It isn’t until Pete speaks that Patrick realises he’s been awake the whole time. “You know, I think you should just, like, be naked the entire time. It should be a rule or shit.” Despite himself, Patrick smiles. He shrugs on his shirt and zips up his jeans before throwing Pete’s shirt at him. “Get dressed, I’m not explaining this one.”

As Patrick’s walking out of the kitchen Pete catches him by the waist and pushes him against the doorframe. “You haven’t even said good morning to me yet,” he whispers, pushing closer before capturing Patrick’s mouth in a kiss which is sweet and passionate all at the same time and Patrick gets that same dizzying feeling he gets whenever Pete’s near.

They’re so engrossed in each other neither of them notices Ryan sitting up on the sofa. “Eww, PDA,” he says, but he’s smiling slightly as he does so. There’s an inaudible low murmur and Ryan disappears from view again. Pete rolls his eyes at Patrick and he giggles in response, happy enough that the young couple have made up whatever fight they had.

So there we have it: three happy couples, an ending no one foresaw. Right now they believe in perfection.

And maybe they’re right to.

Because perfection doesn’t have to be forever.

Every Great Love Story (HIMYM AU)

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 05:08:53 GMT

So originally I had asked for an extension, but it looks like I finished early instead. How about that!

Every Great Love Story
Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan, Pete/Everyone
4504 word; PG-13
Every great love story has a beginning. [AU based on How I Met Your Mother]
Written for broadcastbandom.

"I promise it's an interesting story. Now get settled, it's kind of long."

One week to go.

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 17:11:16 GMT

Fics are due one week from today, on March 16. If you have any questions, problems, need an extension, or need to drop out, let me know in a comment on this post.

Thanks to everyone who's participating! I can't wait to read your fics.

Reminder.

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:41:51 GMT

Hey guys, this is just a quick reminder that fics are due on March 16, which is about three weeks away. If you have any questions, problems, or need to drop out, let me know here!

the way you walk; brendon, spencer; r

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 00:24:06 GMT

Title: the way you walk
Characters: Brendon, Spencer, Jon (Ryan).
Summary: “Spencer,” he says, because honestly, ten bucks is serious business if you have none, and Spencer of all people should know women better than that. He knows them better than Brendon does, at least.
Word Count: 4120
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I am involved with neither the boys in Panic at the Disco (or William Beckett, for that matter) nor Judd Apatow and the cast/writers of the show Undeclared. I wish I were that talented.
Author's Notes: Written for broadcastbandom, betaed by sweetrecovery and prettykitty_aya.