The only way I was going to get in my word count for nanowrimo today was if I flogged my WIP folder for terrible shit. I mean, in the past five days I've tried to work on three separate so-called legit projects, all of which have serious failings (hello, first person account of the pervy lech greaser from 1962's Carnival of Souls, as played by Sidney Berger: you will totally find a home in a litmag of distinction I'm suuuuuure), but then as soon as I came home from my usual perch at the library, out came a bunch of words of that eternally ongoing Jon/Spencer makeout weddingfic and ... this.

Still, I refuse to believe that I am the only one who loves OK Go enough to write their tiny thrilling faces into fluffy travesty fictions like this. Where are the rest of you ninnies? Like, c'mon.

PS. And then there's the Ira Glass sex tape, so.



fandom: the far fringes of bandom; OK Go f. Spencer Smith & Ira Glass
pairings: Andy/Spencer Smith ; Tim/everyone ; Damian/his wife; Damian/Ira Glass ; Dan/feminism
word count: 3940
warnings: no sex, just some blushing and a bit of handholding and lots of, you know, suits getting tailored and some phone calls that happen
No excuses: OK Go had a song on the New Moon soundtrack. What the jesus eff, you guys. How did that even happen.


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Fandom: Panic
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Warnings: kissing, drinking, cursing, blowjobs, makeouts.
Words: 15,247
Notes: So, I started writing this for oddishly, oh, last spring sometime. Sometime Mayish, I bet. These days I am averaging a story per year, it seems. So although I thought this would be done by say, September, it was not. And I told myself it would be done before I went to New York in November, and it was not. And then I said it would be done by the end of the year, and it is JANUARY NINTH NOW, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. Throughout, estei gave support and encouragement from the other side of the continent via happy green text and a willingness to overlook my foibles because she is a very, very, good person.


Summary: Post-split apocafic. Yes, it will pretty much take the end of the world to get this band back together.


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So, it was estei's birthday about, oh, a month ago. And I am terribly late with this gift, because even at the time I thought this would definitely, definitely be done by like, June 21st at the latest. But the story and emotions that she gave me to work with were complicated and required a lot of self-examination to write about. And so I kept working and pondering and simmering and percolating and finally, here it is. Meghan, you are old and wise now. I will continue to depend on you despite these shortcomings, which will severely impact our ability to be dumbasses together. I miss your face, and thinking about exactly how much I miss you makes me feel saccharine and sentimental and probably a lot of that seeped into this story. I envy TO your company, but I have found it within myself to magnanimously forgive the whole frigging city. Happy birthday. Happy belated, belated birthday.


Fandom: bandom, panic
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, background Jon/Spencer.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Post-split getbacktogether fic. Ryan pov counterpart to Hello, I'm too tired to smile today and Don't hold back, feel a little longer. Read those first. They are sad and sweet and full of love and handholding. Also you should harass her to post the Brendon pov that she wrote for it but never shared!
Words: 7111


Summary: Brendon's name left Ryan's phone last month, long after he'd trained his thumb to automatically scroll up from Z rather than down past B. He'd still run into the entry, though. Accidentally. Drunkenly. And every time it was a shock and a temptation and fuck that noise, just fuck it. He'd never once been the one to break. He was not about to start.


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Fandom: Panic
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Warnings: kissing, drinking, cursing, references to casual sex. A solid PG-13, I'd say.
Words: 23,983

Notes: I started writing this last November. It was supposed to be a 3000 word one-off to please estei, something quick before I had to write my Yuletide story and gave up fic for January. Now it's three and a half months later and I was pretty sure this story would never end, and also I kind of didn't want it to. And I know it's a bad thing when the person who you're writing a story for has to beta it, too, but Meghan was totally game and totally read this bad boy more times than I did. I also managed to shoehorn delighter back into this fandom just to read it for me because she is ever-loving, and thissugarcane took a look at it too and late last night I even got owench to read it over. So thanks go to all of them, because I make a lot of typos and obvs need a lot of coddling. ♥ ♥ ♥


Summary: It's July 2006 and Jon Walker is kind of selfish, and kind of oblivious, and kind of in love with the drummer. None of these things are making this tour easy.


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You Will Not Rattle Us Apart, Ryan Ross

Band(s): Panic ; bonus Beirut
Pairing(s): Brendon/Ryan ; bonus Jon/Spencer
Word Count: 27,198
Rating/Warnings: NC-17

Summary: The gaymo vegan Brooklyn indie-rocker hipster AU.

Excerpt:

In some ways, Ryan thinks, glaring vaguely at people as the train pulls up to his stop, it kind of sucks that he fell in love.

It’s a lot harder to be ambitious when your frontman-cum-boyfriend is offering you everything you want before you even roll out of bed in the morning. It’s harder to flirt your way into shows and it’s harder to boss your band around and it’s harder to write good songs and it’s harder to drag your ass over to Jersey, much less get it together for a real tour.

So he’s nervous about the open mic tonight. So he’s still ragingly angry at the quarter of his band that he puts his dick in, the quarter that he loves so much it sometimes feels like suffocation.

So he doesn’t deserve a fucking nap.

Ryan gets off the train.

VOL. I // VOL. II // VOL. III // VOL. IV // VOL. V // VOL. VI


Bonus Content: PRIMER!

The Quick & Dirty Pre-read Guide to Seemingly Original Characters Introduced Within 'You Will Not Rattle Us Apart, Ryan Ross'
by the inestimable and ever-loving delighter


Note: even if you don't read the story, check this bad boy out: it's funnier and prettier than the story itself. :!


Bonus Content: FANMIXES!

Take it and run by gingerrstar		If we let us by notsolaconic

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