“Admit it,” Brendon said, leaning close and purring in Ryan’s ear, “I’m pretty much the girl of your dreams.”*
Spencer, Ryan concluded, had some kind of magical powers. That, or the uncanny ability to sweet-talk his boyfriend’s friend’s friend’s security guards into getting them on the guest list for this entirely swanky, if rather vacuous and showy, party. It was LA, Ryan expected nothing less; he’d left his wide-eyed wonder behind somewhere around the third semester at UCLA when he realized this was just another city and he was just another music studies major.*
Time marches on, as it is wont to do, and things quickly settle down after the drama on and around Valentine’s Day. With the tension between Ryan and Brendon now converted into an almost sickeningly sweet relationship, the atmosphere in Little Things is back to its usual chocolate-scented harmony. The days slide into weeks, and then months, bringing warm weather and a rush of students needing a chocolate fix during their finals.* Sequel to The Little Things.
Brendon turns into a girl for a day and his bandmates cannot control their urges. And so, when Brendon turns back into a guy and discovers he is pregnant, no one knows who the father is.*
“Well,” Pete’s mom says, one hand on her hip. She leans against the car window, peering in at Patrick. “At least you’re not twenty-eight.”* Sequel to A Little More Sixteen Candles.
Brendon Urie is a big damn rockstar and plays eight different instruments and cannot for the life of him get this fucking hotel room door open.*
Brendon feels pretty dumb when he thinks about it later, but the first time he walks in on Ryan, he’s not actually sure what Ryan’s doing. He stands and stares for like a whole minute, frowning in confusion, because what, is Ryan in pain or something?*
Ryan’s allergic to roses. Well, maybe “allergic” is the wrong word for it.*
Brendon paid attention to what would make Ryan chuckle, low and breathless, and what would make him shudder and bite his lip.*
“Keltie wants to watch us fuck,” Ryan says evenly, like it’s a perfectly rational thing to throw out there and discuss.*
These are stand-alone stories, 50-90 pages long each, that are in sequence as if they’re episodes of DA Season 4 *aka DARK ALEC). They begin not too long after the novel AFTER THE DARK ends, in 2022, and incorporate material from the television show, the three novels, and THE EYES ONLY DOSSIER.*
“I thought you were going to offer some sage, Jon Walker advice and fix everything!” Brendon said. Jon shrugged a little, grinning. “Hey, I don’t know how to fix this one. I’d say ‘move on’ or ‘find someone else’, but I’m guessing you’ve tried that so…” Jon shrugged again, “I’ve got nothing.”*
In retrospect, asking a newly-conscious Spencer where he’d gotten those tits from probably wasn’t the best idea – the holy shit probably hadn’t helped – but Brendon still doesn’t think he deserved to be punished for it.*
Frank is a dyke. Period. She doesn’t like boys. At all. But if you squint (or you’re drunk enough) sometimes Gerard totally looks like a girl.*
Jared was seventeen the first time he sucked another boy’s dick. He was twenty-one the first time he sucked off a man old enough to be his father and got paid for it. He’s two months from his twenty-third birthday, and some days he feels like he’s spend his lifetime hooking.*
Remy is captured and killed during a mission, devestating the whole team. Will things be the same when Remy is found alive? Will Remy survive finding his lost family?*
Dean thinks he’s escaped his past, but then he runs into a whole new set of problems – and some sides of the supernatural that’s he’s never seen before – when he meets Jared.*
“Because according to you, I do not deserve life. By that same logic, neither do you. And whether you kill him or he kills you, you will both be destroyed.”*
Er, a while back we were goofing around with the Laws of Panic at the Disco and we came up with ten.*
Jensen stared at the empty beer bottle, wondering blearily why it was chirping at him. It took another moment before he glanced behind it, noting the blinking screen of his PDA. Oh, yeah. That was it. Huh.*
“Leave me alone, Jared,” he slurs. The headache, thank fuck, is relaxing its vicious band around his temples, and he can think again. A little bit. “And stop calling me Dean.”*
Sam discovers exactly what lengths he’ll go for Dean after he’s waylayed by an opportunistic entity.*
Irvine couldn’t quite recall whose idea it was for the five of them to get into the elevator together and contemplate an orgy.*
Harry things spending two weeks as a guest lecturer at Hogwarts will offer the perfect chance to get away from his troubles. Then he meets his assigned faculty guide: Potions Master Draco Malfoy.*
Dom pressed his forehead to Brian’s shoulder and let his lips brush lightly over the uneven skin. Brian flinched a little and Dom went still, waiting, half wanting Brian to wake up, but half of him wasn’t ready to face him just yet.*
“I got a full stomach, a car with a sweet engine, and a fully stocked garage. What more could a guy want?”*
He’s pretty sure if Brendon asks what’s going on with him and Ryan, like really asks, and breaks out his patient, “I’m listening” face and big fucking earnest eyes. Jon’s not going to be able to keep from saying something like “So I kinda really want to fuck me. How’d I go about getting that, you think?”*
Dean and Sam in Stars Hollow. Dean spots Cute!Dean and gets ideas. Wacky naked hijinks ensue.*
Something’s thrown everything out of balance. Trick is to fix it without screwing up, or maybe ending the world.*
Jared meets his roommate and dives into college life.* Sequel series to the Highschool AU.
All legends spring from some truth, no matter how obscure or distant; Jared and Jensen find out the hard way.*
Let us assume for a while that the demon gets exactly what he wants from Sam. What will that mean for our boys? How far will Dean go to bring Sam back over to the good guys? What will he have to sacrifice to save Sam and will it be enough – or will he lose himself in the battle.*
Frank wasn’t afraid of his emotions or anything. He laughed when he was happy and he yelled when he was mad. He said ‘I love you’ when it was true, and he hugged when he felt like it, and he still got all choked up when Gerard sang Cancer live and he didn’t care what anybody thought about it.*
“Because according to you I do not deserve life. By that same logic, neither do you. And whether you kill him or he kills you, you will both be destroyed.”*
Veronica was awake at five-after-five in the morning, her stomach cramping painfully.*
Panic at the Disco AU, in which there is no band – just Spencer and Ryan, ages 15 and 16. It’s a long, hot summer, the kind that young boys dream about; but this one has some changes in store, and Spencer struggles to navigate the shifting terrain.*
You need to request permission for these due to the rating, but so very very worth it.*
Nothing beats beating people at Crash, whether it be at pool, at drinking, or at life in general.*
Patrick’s eyes flew open with the realization that his boyfriend definitely should not have breasts.*
Pete got it for her as a present, and he didn’t really think she’d use it, but she hadn’t even hesitated before slipping into the harness and fucking him hard. He was glazed the whole next day.*
Trish/Pete demands boy!Pete. And also how she has to get herself off after shows, and her secret fantasy.*
It should be weirder, being the only girl in FOB, but Trish is Pete’s best friend ever! He’s never going to not include her.*
And Patrick wants to say, see, thi is why so many guys are terrified to date you and you have to write emo lyrics about them.* AU, Pete has always been a girl.
If Pete’s perfectly honest she only feels bad about the tape because of how upset Patrick is.*
Patrick’s hands scrabble uselessly on the slick material of Pete’s jeans. The threads are rough, almost abrasive on the pads Patrick’s fingertips as he tries to get a firm enough grip to thrust up into Pete’s body. Pete on his part has braced his hands on the roof of Patrick’s mom’s car, and he twists his hips down, but it’s not right, not enough to get either of them off.*
Andy creates a wormhole, Patrick from the past shows up, shenanigans ensue.*
Patrick never should have let Joe talk him into sharing a joint, but the bartender in this club actually served him beer and the tour is almost over and Patrick is equal parts exhausted and amped up from a really good show, and fuck it, he deserves to act like a rock star on occasion.*
Don’t you know/how sweet and wonderful life can be?/I’m askin’ you, baby/To get it on with me.*
When counting down all the best parts of being a rock star, no one would really put ‘makes it easier to beat off’ on the list. Or at least Pete Wentz would have told you that, if you’d asked him yesterday.*
The opening night of Angels and Kings is a lot more entertaining than Patrick expects.*
So a while ago I wrote this story where Patrick and Pete met over craigslist. Except it wasn’t as filthy as I’d like. So, you know, I thought, “Let’s fix that.” And this is the result.*
Mal starts to self-destruct after Inara announces she’s leaving and Simon decided to intercede.*
When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and “Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you’re too old for a babysitter, but we worry,” he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. “Hey, kid,” he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It’s slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete’s jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick’s teeth on edge. “I’m here for Patricksitting. I assume you’re the Patrick?”*
Patrick turns seventeen on the usual day and in the usual way: he oversleeps, cuts himself shaving, folds his birthday waffle in half (it has extra chocolate chips and a whipped cream smiley face with hearts for eyes that turns into a good-intentioned mess when the sides press together), and eats it on the way to school.*
Pete likes to draw on Patrick’s skin. This leads to porn. Obviously.*
Sometimes your suddenly sentient action figures need to teach you valuable life lessons. Just saying.*
Pete was in what people called a fucking bad mood. He was glowering. It takes energy to glower in the furnace-like heat that was Orlando’s shimmering summer, but he was doing it, alright, and doing it good. It was really Patrick’s fault. After the show last night, when they were sleeping (well, he didn’t get to sleep) Patrick had kicked him mercilessly; stolen all the covers (and one of his pillows); and had the AC turned to arctic levels.*
It actually made things easier, in a way, seeing Pete as a means to an end – a beautiful orgasm or two – because otherwise she might have been tempted to really fall in love with him.*
Patrick just wants to get laid! Is that really too much to ask?*
Patrick’s never been any damn good at ignoring Pete Wentz.*
Sam likes girls. It’s not some big thing, not anything he has to tell everybody. He just does. He likes the way they offer to lend him their notes when he misses class, how they huddle in groups by the drinking fountains, the ones who wear heels and the track stars. He likes the girl in the front of his geometry class, the one who knows the answer to every problem set, and he likes the departmental secretary, two years out of college with button down shirts that don’t close all the way. Sam likes white lace bra straps and cinnamon chewing gum and the way they look in the back of the Impala, spread out and flushed underneath his hands.*
Whereas Western thought developed the idea of elements as substances, and Indian thought as emanations, Chinese philosophy conceived of the five elements, or Wu Xing, as dynamic states of change.*
Months after Early’s visit, things begin to change. Secrets are revealed and feelings are born. Will the crew be able to handle an adult River, or more importantly, will Jayne?* I’m not entirely certain about this story. Parts of the characterization is spot-on, and parts are out in left field. It certainly makes for an interesting read though.
When River has to rescue some of the crew, a secret she’s been hiding comes out. As a result, there’s only one person left on Serenity that she trusts, a man they call Jayne.*
Mal has an option about Simon that he is asked to prove.* This is just barely over the “too schmoopy!” line for me, but the sex is too hot to not share.
Simon thrust the needle into the man’s arm. The young man would not remember anything that had happened in the last six hours.*
“They were so used to quarrelling and making it up again that they got married so as to go on doing it more conveniently.” (C.S. Lewis) Sequel to Asking to Be Born.
Sam gets whammied in an unexpected way.* This is a genderswap fic. Kinda.
Blair figures out how Jim can better control his senses, but he needs another Guide to do so.*
When you begin something, if you are wise, you realize that the beginning presages its own ending.* Sequel to Omiai.
Inspired by Jensen’s story at the Paley Festival. He takes a shortcut through the mental hospital from Asylum. It’s CREEPY. And then Jared shows up.*
Rodney claimed he would have figured it out eventually, that he was a genius, and it was only a matter of time and – if case John hadn’t noticed – he’d been a little busy saving Atlantis from imminent doom of one sort or another, so excuse the hell out of him if he wasn’t actually aware that the head of Atlantis’s military was pining away with big gay love for him.*
“You’re incredibly weird, do you know that? And gorgeous. And also annoying, and entirely too smart and too charming for anyone’s good, and I should completely and utterly loathe you.”*
John deserves this after being kicked out, sent away, and cast adrift on a planet that didn’t make any sense and had no real use for him.* John/Rodney/Ronon threesome. Spoilers for The Return Part 2.
When Rodney decides to expand their sexual repitoire, John learns some things he wasn’t expecting.*
Doctor Rodney McKay might be the most intelligent man in two galaxies, capable of saving Atlantis and all who live in her a dozen times a week (before and after coffee, even, although the first means nobody wants to get close enough to give him any help), but some things still evade him.*
“I’m here to propose an arrangement. Between us. I assume you remember our talk from earlier today and how… challenging dating can be on Atlantis. And since we’ve established that you’re attracted to me, I think it would be mutually beneficial for us to have sex.”*
“At least it wasn’t a Russian mail order bride.”* Set during those mostly-missing six weeks on Earth in episode 3×10 – The Return Part 1.
“All I’m saying,” Rodney complained, and John heard him take the flashlight out of his mouth so he could pronounce consonants, “is that you could have tried a little harder to resist Princess Sparkleberry over there.”*
Yohji was just about to take a sip of his first drink of the night when Aya slammed out of the tiny bathroom on the far side of the trailer, utterly naked except for a disheveled yukata sticking awkwardly to his wet body.*
They had brought his into a vast echoing space, dimly lit by a single obscured bulb so that the small pool of light fell only around the doorway.*
It had been a long night, and all Yohji wanted to do was collapse into his wide, soft bed and sleep.* Follows More Than Good.
“If only he would let me. If only I could talk to him!” Omi lifted his face, his eyes huge puddles of tears.* From the Wild series.
Life is all about sizzle for rising poker star Jared Padalecki. He’s always on the prowl for th enext big win–or so he tells the press when they ask when he’ll give up the scene. Jensen Ackles, however, might prove the exception to his rule… Several years ago a boy with some intriguing rough edges dumped Jared and left town, maturing into a huge success. Now Jensen is back. And Jared’s friends predict if Jensen’s as talented at bad behavior as he is at everything else, Jared will enjoy the fling of a lifetime!*
Later, Dean would remember that Certain Doom smells a lot like fried chicken.*
This be the one where Sam gets his cherry popped.* Third in the series. Follows We’re Not Discussing It.
A while back somebody somewhere was bitching about sentient cocks in fanfic. And, for some reason, that made me want to write about Ray Kowalski’s sentient cock, or, failing that, just write a story where I talked about his cock a lot.*
According to the folk song, “There is a house in New Orleans they call the ‘Rising Sun’.” Well, they got the name right, if not the town, because when Dean and Sam find a hotel called El Sol Naciente in the middle of the desert, they realise pretty quickly that something is wrong. The only question is whether they can defeat the evil at the heart of The Rising Sun before it uses their own desires to destroy them.*
Jensen disappears without a trace and Jared finds himself in the middle of a conspiracy that he couldn’t have imagined on his best day.*
Dean and Sam have to explore their feelings in order to solve the case.*
Carson Beckett encounters a piece of Ancient technology which changes his life in more ways than one.*
Well, what happened is svmadelyn wrote It Stops Being Funny At Skirts about John Sheppard turning into a woman, and in the midst of laughing my own ass off at the story, I realized there seemed to be a little scene missing, and I asked svmadelyn if I could fill it in, and she said yes, and then… genderfuckery.*
This story starts at svmadelyn’s It Stops Being Funny At Skirts, takes the optional scenic route along thisisbone’s Skirting the Issue, (both of which you should read first), and then veers off and takes the side road in a different direction.*
Jensen Ackles is the cutest, sassiest secretary the city of New York has ever seen. He’s gorgeous, resourceful, and works under the best lawyer in the country. Literally.*
Jared is one of the leads of the new TV show Supernatural, but under the cover of darkness he is Shadow, a costumed superhero in dark blue spadex who prowls the streets fighting crime and saving people. The move to Vancourver means dealing with an entirely new city to patrol, Mike and Tom’s ridiculous excuse for a two-man superhero team, and the mysterious man in black on a motorcycle who’s following Shadow on his patrols and keeping Jared up nights.*
Dean goes to pick Sam up from Stanford and ends up finding more than he bargained for.* Part one of the Five Districts, Five Drugs series.
Dean goes to pick Sam up from Stanford and ends up finding more than he bargained for.* Fifth in the Five Districts, Five Drugs series.
Wincest, implied violence, various kinks, strong language, moderately defused wit, waterlogged hell beasties, hot boys with stupid haircuts and straight people necking on television. Yeah. Scary. But, seriously-don’t read this story if you are at all offended by incest between minors. It’s canon that the boys are brothers, folks. Brothers are boys and boys get up to no good when left to their own devices. It’’s a fact of life. Don’t send me hate-mail over it.
Dean is creepily, incestuously interested in Sam. But this isn’t one of those “OMG INCEST IS SO HAWT” stories, so– I’m just warning you. It’s creepy. And maybe you should’t read it. SIGH!*
It’s the end of the world as these kids know it, and Gabe Saporta is throwing a party.*
This is sort of just a look into the relationship of Sam and Dean post-Fitchburg. There isn’t really a resolution, because I don’t see the resolution coming until Devil’s Trap…*
Inexplicable, unexplainable bodyswap leads to Jensen getting to know Sophia a little better than he maybe wants.*
Jared and Jensen are attacked by the lyrical, poetic schmoop fairies.*
‘Later, later, soon,” becomes a whole lot later and not so much soon.* A sequel to Hey Gravity! or at least a continuation of sorts.
Fashion world AU. All our favorite boys have jobs in the fashion world. An outtake from a much larger verse.*
“He hears it on the radio, and for the first measure, something coils inside of him, low in his stomach, lean and hungry and needing.”*
When Dean disappears on a hunt, the last thing Sam expects is the help of another psychic in trying to find him. The search doesn’t go well, and when Dean walks back into his life, it’s with the news that tears the world out from under them both.*
Who or what is killing children in Kingsburg? Sam and Dean investigate the deaths and race to stop another from happening. Along the way, Dean shows how far he’ll go to protect his brother.*
Ray didn’t ever lie to his band. Not telling them that he was a werewolf technically wasn’t a lie. Besides, having a werewolf in a rock band is hardly a big deal.*
“Spencer,” Brendon said slowly, looking at each of them in turn, “what exactly did you wish for?”*
It’s during one of their coveted hotel nights that Frank finally has enough. Gerard’s wearing his stupid skeleton pajamas, the ones Frank liked until they started to smell like the inside of his high school gym locker. Gerard’s hair is brushing his face in greasy clumps that make Frank’s own skin itch in sympathy.*
Spencer’s not quite sure what Brendon is doing, but he thinks it could be considered flirting.*
“This okay?” Brendon asked a moment later, breaking off from kissing Spencer to slide his hands down Spencer’s chest.*
“I’ve got doctors screaming at me to let them take you apart, see where this stubborn streak comes from, and I could do that. But I want you to do what I say. And remember it.”*
Jensen’s hit by a curse when giving Sam and Dean a helping hand with a case. His life instantly turns… interesting and it really wasn’t all that dull to begin with.*
The thing about spells was that they rarely worked in real life like they did on TV or in the movies.*
“When it gets hot like this, you know what I do? I keep my undies in the icebox.” Sequel to Jensen’s Not So Secret Crush.
Bob slammed Spencer into the wall, pinning him with his wrists over his head. Spencer groaned as Bob scraped his teeth across the exposed skin over his collar bone, thrusting his hips out only to have Bob press him even harder into the wall, using his whole body as leverage against Spencer.*
AU, in which the CW gang works in the assorted stores and businesses in a strip mall.*
She down Brendon had seen her staring, because Spencer hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off her for the rest of the shoot. She’s pretty sure everyone had seen her staring.*
Frank always feels the clumsiest when he’s doing this, touching Gerard like this. He runs sweaty fingers down Gerard’s spine, tracing slender muscles, scratching with blunt nails, lip sore between teeth and shallow breathing.*
At the time, it was like, Great, of course the fans who are waiting around to give you chocolate bars and like, are those Skittles?, and a whole fucking shitload of candy, of course they show up when you’re in the middle of rushing back to the hotel because Ray and Bob and Mikey all have food poisoning.*
Bob wakes up to the sound of drumming. It takes him a few seconds to differentiate between the drumming that is always in his head and the noise he can hear, but when he realises that it is genuine drumming, he gets out of bed to investigate.*
Pete probably shouldn’t have told the world that Patrick Stump had no game, and he definitely shouldn’t have told Panic at the Disco. Because Patrick Stump is an evil mastermind, and he knows exactly how to make Pete admit the error of his ways.*
Immediately following the events of “Patrick’s Garden Center.” He had just propositioned some random guy right there at the farmer’s market!* Sequel to Patrick’s Garden Center.
Pete sometimes wanted to form an “only-boy-in-the-band” club. He could ask Ryan to join.*
In which Jon and Spencer work for a film company and are shooting a documentary on the Skylines and Turnstiles tour, feat. My Chemical Romance, Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is…*
Brendon loves touring. He loves touring and he loves their bus and he loves his band and he loves The Academy and he loves the UK and he loves Jaggermeister.*
“Bob, you’re the man for me. No one has ever made me happier, dude, seriously. Fuck Mikey, okay? I can do anything he can do, and better.” Follows the Future In Your Pictures.
Gerard recognizes him, and that’s not weird, but a little bit, because he was pretty sure the only boyband member he would recognize on sight was Timberlake and only then because of the whole “wardrobe malfuction” thing and whoa did that kid ever not pay his publicist enough.* In the same universe as 42.
“Yeah,” Pete continues, rolling his eyes before pinning his glare back on her, “the reputation we’d have for letting out barely-legal singer get her shit touched on stage while the three guys in the band sat back and watched. Real nice. Sign me up for that rep.”
He wishes he could pinpoint when it had happened, when he’d stopped watching Ryan’s mouth and started watching Spencer’s hands.*
When it comes to Brendon, though, all the normal guy-like ‘way to go man’ platitudes fail him. With Brendon, all Spencer can be is seethingly fucking jealous.*
Andie woke up to the sunlight shining right in her eyes. That was so fucking wrong. Her room didn’t even face east, so what the…*
Bob and Spencer’s band mates are conniving little shits, and they get a look at what constitutes romantic while on tour.
“Hotel night!” Brendon chirps, inserting herself into the middle of the cluster of people and bags in the lobby. “I call Spencer!”*
It’s funny how stuff creeps up on you sometimes, and you look around one day and go, shit, never saw THAT coming. And other stuff, it’s like, BAM. You are THERE, in the moment, and you know your life is changing, and you know there is fuck-all you can do about it. Funny, and not necessarily funny ha-ha.*
It gets bad, and then it gets worse, and then it gets better again.* Sequel to All the Comforts of Home.
In which Frank has had a ridiculous day, and Gerard would really like to get Frank alone and on a bed.* Sequel to Pictures of Me and You.
Ray was vaguely annoyed at Fraser for linking the fact that – for reasons that didn’t need exploring at this goddamned juncture – Ray had breasts.*
Rays sets out to find Fraser in the Territories post COTW for a second chance. He finds Fraser, mayhem, and a villain named Whiplash.*
Ray Vecchio is forced to come to terms with a few things he’d rather not know.* Sequel to Working on Forever. Third in the series.
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.*
Brendon throws his arms up over his head and clings tightly to the headboard, gasping and moaning as Travis fucks him hard and deep.*
“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.”*
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.*
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.*