Frank wakes up to the muted chirp of his cell phone alarm at one in the morning on the Tuesday of the last week of summer school.* Follows Everyday Mysteries in the Summertime.
Bob’s always a little excited when he leaves home, even the times when he’s actually reluctant to go.* Follows Absence Does Make the Heart.
When The Used finish their summer tour, finally, the first thing Bob does is pile some shit into his car.*
If you wanted to, if you were so inclined, you could place the blame squarely on William – in fact, William himself would be eager to accept it, if only because the story ended so well – but in the beginning, in the beginning, if you blamed William, you would not, actually, be correct.*
It’s a Harlequin romance novel, starring bandboys. Yes, that involves many of the clinchy, shmoopy cliches you’re thinking of. In which Brendon is Spencer’s secretary, and somehow Spencer has never really noticed him before.*
“Wait, you’re the psychic?” isn’t the best first impression Gabe has ever made.* In the Behind the Sea verse.
It’s about three a.m. when the guy comes in, Frank guesses, because he’s just getting the itch for a cigarette but knows he doesn’t have another break coming for a while. The guy is young, although not that young, not a college kid on his first strip joint tour or hazing for a frat, and anyway he doesn’t look like the type.* Sequel to Straight Up Chicago Style.
Mike answers on the second ring with “What the Hell?” and Kevin knows he’s getting off easy.*
So maybe they have half an hour until bus call, and neither of them have even showered since they got there last night, and it’s really kind of disgusting how much sex they’ve had. But Brendon has Spencer to herself. In a hotel room. For the first time in, like, twenty cities.*
There’s a pirate hiding in the C-deck stairwell.* In the same universe as Behind the Sea.
It’s a Friday night, and the rest of Midtown is at a hot wings place trying to beat the locals at trivia. Normally Gabe would be with them, but he’d been sidestage watching the Academy set tonight when Bill had demonstrated pole-dancing with his microphone stand, so he has other plans.*
“You have no idea what you’re doing, okay?” Ryan says in exasperation, blowing out a huffy breath. “I’m just saying. I think…I might know a guy.”*
Gabriela Saporta isn’t some pop princess. From Humble Beginnings to Midtown to Cobra Starship, she lives life her own way and damn the consequences.*
Gerard is his usual lame-ass self, but for some reason people at school think he’s edgy and dangerous. Little dorky Frank doesn’t think he’s cool enough for Gerard. :D*
It still made Brendon’s heart race every time Spencer so much as touched his hand, and he was sure that the hearts in his eyes were getting stuck there.*
Frank has lived his life within the narrow confines of his master’s house and his master’s bed. He was happy enough with what he knew; when he is liberated, he finds both great promise and complete confusion. (Set in an alternate universe U.S.)*
The one where they’re all grad students. Bob has a stupid crush on Frank, Frank’s stupidly oblivious, and Gerard and Pete are stupid for each other.*
Brendon doesn’t know what wakes him up. The bus is still moving and it looks dark beyond the two inch gap left between his curtain and the wall. But something woke him up, so he lays still and listens. He can just hear the tinny sound of Jon’s ipod above him, and Ryan’s rustling around in his bunk. He hears a high-pitched squeak, a low laugh, and then “shhh.” Oh, right, Keltie’s with them.*
Sometimes when Pete needs to get out of his head for a while he goes over to the track. Not to ride, because when he’s in a mood like this even the things he loves bore him. Just to sit in the grass and mope.*
It wasn’t like he didn’t know these guys; not like he hadn’t spent weeks practically living in their back pockets during Warped. It was just… There was a difference between the screaming chaos that was a tour and this. Patrick took a deep breath, pulled his hat down, and knocked on the door of the bus.*
The difference one spell can make… Voldemort developed a spell that mimicked death, trapping a soul within a body, but then his own body was lost. How will the path of Harry’s life change?*
Five years after Finding the Key life has settled down in the wizarding world… and then Severus finds the solution to the problem he’s been working on all that time, and people start dying again, and this time Harry Potter is unable to save the wizarding world from the trouble they find themselves in.* Sequel to Finding the Key.
Marine Biology student Patrick Stump was looking to get away from everything when he signed up for an internship, but he didn’t expect to get sent all the way to southern Ireland. He’s been assigned to work with Pete Wentz and his whale watching tour business, and though he’d never admit it, the town and its crazy inhabitants may hold exactly what he’s been searching for.*
In the dark shadows across the street from a club called The Church a Vampire pushed off from the cool bricks, watching as four friends walked out into the night. The blond boy was laughing and bouncing on his toes, spinning to address his friends with a wicked cackle, “I can’t believe it! Let this day go down in history! Jared Padalecki was not hit on once!”*
Harry took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his arms rested on his legs. His back was straight, as though a string held him up from the crown of his head and kept his spine perfectly aligned. Eyes closed, his glasses were propped on his nightstand. Focusing inward, Harry was able to call on his internal magic and concentrate on it. Its flow all over his body and the tingling he felt from it were heightened in these meditation sessions.* Sequel to Unlocking Harry Potter.
There’s a voice inside his head telling him that this is Bill, this is Bill in pain, he should be there, he should try to make it better, he shouldn’t leave Bill alone, and there’s another voice reminding him of how much Bill likes his privacy, that he should respect the few intact boundaries they have left.*
Even when Ian awakes from unremarkable dreams to the familiar rumble of the road beneath their tires, he doesn’t really think much of the knowledge that Marshall is snuffling unconsciously into his shoulder.
Brendon throws his arms up over his head and clings tightly to the headboard, gasping and moaning as Travis fucks him hard and deep.*
Brendon and Spencer wake up together in a motel bed in Vegas with hangovers, no recollection of the night before and a marriage certificate. What started as an accidental marriage becomes a marriage of convenience, but could it grow into something more?*
Bob might not remember why he decided to try to out-hardcore someone who was hit by a bus and remained conscious, but he’s totally invested in it now. And if Ronon just thought about it, he’d see just how badass Bob totally is. *
Bob meets Ronon in an emergency room in Colorado. That fact…yeah, says something about the both of them when you consider that it was a tragic accident involving a sander, some duct tape, and one of Gerard’s shoes that landed Bob there, while Ronon was hit by a fucking bus and is still conscious.*
Dawn was painting the sky with streaks of hopeful colour when Draco’s feet, awkwardly encased in stolen seven-league boots two sizes too large, landed in the mulch on the fringes of the Forbidden Forest. He gasped out the deactivation spell and let his momentum carry him forward, and a moment later he was sprawling face-down in wet leaves the colour and consistency of soggy Muggle cornflakes.*
Nick’s alarm goes off at an absolutely inhuman hour of the morning. He groans and sticks a couple of toes out from under his comforter and soon discovers that, yes, it’s still cold as a witch’s tit. Fucking unusual cold spell and its fucking… coldness.*
Every summer since he was six, Ryan went to Connecticut to stay with his Aunt Eleanore.*
The magician falling for his attractive assistant is such a cliche. Even if the attractive assistant is a grumpy pessimist who refuses to wear sequins.* Sequel to The Flaming Box of Fiery Doom.
Bob finds out what Ronon does for a living.* Follows Along the Wire and Heavy Connection.
Gaslights burned steadily along the street, lighting patches of overnight fog a sickly yellow-brown. A few streets over the music halls and bars were roaring. Business was just drunk and rowdy enough to be spilling into the streets, but hadn’t gotten bad enough that the police had been called in for the nightly roust.*
High school sucks, parents suck. Frankie is a 15 year old punk rock chick who pretty much hates her life. Her parents are always fighting, her mom is a bitch, she is not really popular. Then, she meets Gerard, a senior who spends his days watching clouds and stars and playing D&D.*
Swept from her dismal present in the 1990s (facing unemployment and the singles scene), Phoebe Turlow takes a wrong turn at a hotel (while attending a “free” vacation in the Caribbean, sponsored by a condo company) and winds up in the seventeenth century in the company of a sexy, witty pirate named Duncan Rourke. As if Rourke does not have enough to do fighting the British in the American Revolution, he has to determine whether short haired, strange speaking Phoebe is a spy, a witch, or worse. Instead, he falls in love with her.* Harlequin bands.
Bob is a good personal assistant (the best) and he definitely knows better than to fall in love with his boss. But when your boss is the goth-pop comic master of our time, Gerard Way, there’s more to the job than keeping a datebook. There are appearances to shepherd him to, showers to make him take, and deadlines to remind him to meet. And, really, he’s so earnest, it’s not that surprising that a crush might develop. Just at tiny one.*
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