Monday Issue #55
Sorry for the lateness!
Panic! at the Disco
Shimmer by disarm_d (Spencer/Brendon, NC-17)
Brendon is shirtless in the kitchen area of the bus, bopping around to a beat that only he can hear. Spencer walks slowly, making his way up to the kitchen. He only just woke up, and he's sure that his hair is standing in all directions.
Gray by Morning by zarah5 (Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer, NC-17)
It’s shortly after three, and the streets are quiet, near-silent except for the sound of their footsteps. In all honesty, Brendon can’t wait for this shift to end. They’re in a wealthy neighborhood, single-family houses surrounded by generous, moonlight-flooded gardens, high fences shielding some of them from view, and the chances of running into a fist here are considerably smaller than they are for the cops who have to do their rounds in the center of the city. Still, and even though Jon manages to make night shifts almost fun, Brendon is tired.
and the livin' is easy by ignipes (GSF, NC-17)
Brendon's lying on his back on the bed when they let themselves into the room. His eyes are closed and he's still fully dressed, and they move quietly and carefully, not bothering to turn on the light.
Dangerous Secrets by cmonkatiekatie (Brendon/Jon, NC-17)
Spencer slides a manila folder across the table, it’s very thin. He says, “You’re Jon Seagram. Science teacher. Wear tweed or something.”
Jon turns the folder under his fingers and tries not to notice the way Spencer smirks. He was Jon Daniels last time, Jon Beam the time before that. Jon is not going to think about how much he longs for the day when Spencer runs out of hard liquor. It’s bound to happen eventually. Hopefully before he has to introduce himself as Jon Patron.
“Um, this is kind of slapdash, don’t you think? Won’t he notice when I don’t actually bring students in? He’s a world renowned scientist. Call me crazy but I think that means he’s not an idiot.”
Spencer leans in, arms spread on the table, “This is quick and dirty, Walker. You get in, you get his keycard, and you get the goods. The field trip is never going to happen.”
Tastes Just Like Cherry Cola by bluejbird (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17)
The club is loud and dark, just the way Ryan likes them. Spencer hangs back by the bar, his usual haunt on their nights out, trying not to roll his eyes as Ryan goes on what can only be described as a prowl, searching out tonight’s conquests. Spencer watches as Ryan eyes people up, checking them out- girls and boys, always a certain type, always very scene.
Little Kingdoms in Your Chest by sweetrecovery (Jon/Spencer, PG)
Spencer needs to feel music. Maybe it's a part of being a drummer, of putting himself so into his music in a physical way, but he just needs to feel it. He needs the best headphones, the best sound system his money can buy, and he needs it to be loud. Spencer needs the music to be loud for it exist in his consciousness, for it to be real.
The Hush Sound
like in songs by heartequals (Greta/her band, unrated)
Greta posts a picture of herself and writes This is my face. And then she deletes it.
But she soundchecks "Mouthwash" later, anyway, and Bob plays along, strummin' and hummin' 'cause he's a player like that, a player-along, and once she thinks that, her fingers slip on the piano and she starts laughing too much to sing the song. Bob picks it up, because he's a good old player-along with Gretas like her.
"This is her brain," he points at Greta and waves his hands around, "it's torturous- "
"-analytical thoughts make her go-o-o-o insane," Chris sings along absentmindedly.
The Cab
can't shake it off by miserylovedme (Ian/Singer, NC-17)
Small venues are hot while arenas tend to be cold. Singer knows this, has lived it on both sides of the crowd barrier. Either way he ends up sweating but it usually isn’t enough to drag him out of the zone to where it’s effecting his ability to perform.
Inter-band
where the good kids go by riflethrough (Hush Sound GSF, The Cab, PG)
Greta is thinking of suggesting some gold ol' exploring, when Bob's eyes light up.
Greta looks at him with interest, raising her eyebrows when he doesn't speak right away. Bob can have some pretty awesome ideas, and that was so obviously a light bulb moment, she can practically see it glowing above Bob's head. And, plus, they have at least a couple hours until they have to get onstage.
Bob raises his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them just like spirit fingers. "Hide and seek!" he says.
All Be Free by proteinscollide (Greta Salpeter/Alex Greenwald, G)
Soundcheck is done, and they’ve just over an hour and a half to showtime. Bob’s tucked in the corner of the dressing room, tuning his old acoustic. Darren went to get a snack fifteen minutes ago, saying he’d be back soon, but Greta heard the muted screech of fangirls from front of house a little while after he left so she doesn’t expect him to make it back alive, not in the next half hour anyway.
to spy my shadow in the sun by formerlydf (Gabe/William, PG)
All of a sudden Gabe's voice is right next to William's ear. William turns his head instinctively and for a second, all he can smell is Gabe. He just breathes it in until he feels a tug and realises that Gabe, his fingers twisted in the longer strands of William's hair, is lightly pulling William's head so it faces forward again. William's breath stutters before he can stop himself.
"What, you don't like it?" he asks eventually, keeping his voice light.
Gabe tugs again, just hard enough for William to notice it. His voice is as casual as William's when he says, "I didn't say that."
my superbad romance by soloproject (Bob/Frank, Gerard/Ray/Mikey, others, R)
Bob makes noises of protest when Frank pulls his little red hatchback into the faculty parking lot of their high school. Frank wants to get a Red Bull before class and Bob always, always thinks this is a terrible idea because Frank doesn’t need more energy to be a bigger asshole than he already is. Bob is not actually sure what’s in Red Bull but Frank can barely handle a six-pack, let alone pure and legally purchased canned energy.
If I were blind I’d know what you are by skoosiepants (gen, PG-13)
The thing is, Mikey can’t stop talking about the guys in Panic.
Mikey asks, “Have you seen them play?” and Bob shrugs.
He hasn’t, but Mikey’s, like, seriously fucking obsessed. Mikey doesn’t even like their music, but whatever. It’s none of Bob’s business.
“It’s just. There’s something wrong.”
Bob stares at Mikey, but Mikey just blinks back, eyes owlish behind his glasses.
“What?” Bob finally asks.
Mikey shakes his head. “No, um, you’d have to see it.”
Mikey is fucking weird.
Your Fingerprints Like A Code by gigantic (Brendon/Shia Labeouf, NC-17)
Brendon hasn't been able to find his shirt for the last fifteen minutes. He knows it has to be around here somewhere, because he started the night with clothing for both his lower and upper body. He's tipsy, but he's not drunk, so searching shouldn't be this difficult. It isn't difficult. He's searching just fine, but his shirt just isn't here, and Brendon feels this is fucking unfair, because Pete's got his shirt back. It's a nice, red shirt too, buttoned down and bright, kind of like --
"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Brendon says, slapping Pete on the shoulder. He means to be gentler.
"Am I?" Pete says. His eyes go wide as he looks down at his clothes. "Yo, you're right!"
Frank the Vampire Slayer by skoosiepants (Frank/Gerard, Brendon/Spencer, PG-13)
Frank doesn’t give a shit about the senior formal. “Seriously, I don’t fucking care,” Frank says.
“Frank, Frankie, this is so so important,” Brendon says around his lollypop, hands waving. “We’re saving the earth here. From, like, acid rain and fumes and shit.”
Frank arches an eyebrow. It’s a fucking school dance; Frank’ll spend the whole night smoking up in the corner with Jon.
Last Words by valerie-z (Bert/Gerard, Mikey/Pete, gen, PG-13)
It all started when Pete Wentz died in a fire. Of course, he was Pete Wentz, so death only shut him up for about twelve hours. Early that evening, when Gerard finally got through to Patrick's cell phone and was in the middle of expressing his genuine and heartfelt wishes for Pete's speedy recovery, Pete shouted from the background, "Is that Ryan? Tell him to go to my blog. I'm about to update and it'll be so funny if he gets first comment."
Editor's Pick
Loved you first by softlyforgotten (Ryan/Spencer, PG-13)
The last day of the summer holidays, Ryan and Spencer go down to the pool. Spencer wears white flip-flops and Ryan goes barefoot because it’s just around the corner, and he’ll feel silly going in his sneakers. He broke his flip-flops in a bike-riding-at-midnight escapade, split them right in the middle.
As always, recs & suggestions over here. :)
Panic! at the Disco
Shimmer by disarm_d (Spencer/Brendon, NC-17)
Brendon is shirtless in the kitchen area of the bus, bopping around to a beat that only he can hear. Spencer walks slowly, making his way up to the kitchen. He only just woke up, and he's sure that his hair is standing in all directions.
Gray by Morning by zarah5 (Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer, NC-17)
It’s shortly after three, and the streets are quiet, near-silent except for the sound of their footsteps. In all honesty, Brendon can’t wait for this shift to end. They’re in a wealthy neighborhood, single-family houses surrounded by generous, moonlight-flooded gardens, high fences shielding some of them from view, and the chances of running into a fist here are considerably smaller than they are for the cops who have to do their rounds in the center of the city. Still, and even though Jon manages to make night shifts almost fun, Brendon is tired.
and the livin' is easy by ignipes (GSF, NC-17)
Brendon's lying on his back on the bed when they let themselves into the room. His eyes are closed and he's still fully dressed, and they move quietly and carefully, not bothering to turn on the light.
Dangerous Secrets by cmonkatiekatie (Brendon/Jon, NC-17)
Spencer slides a manila folder across the table, it’s very thin. He says, “You’re Jon Seagram. Science teacher. Wear tweed or something.”
Jon turns the folder under his fingers and tries not to notice the way Spencer smirks. He was Jon Daniels last time, Jon Beam the time before that. Jon is not going to think about how much he longs for the day when Spencer runs out of hard liquor. It’s bound to happen eventually. Hopefully before he has to introduce himself as Jon Patron.
“Um, this is kind of slapdash, don’t you think? Won’t he notice when I don’t actually bring students in? He’s a world renowned scientist. Call me crazy but I think that means he’s not an idiot.”
Spencer leans in, arms spread on the table, “This is quick and dirty, Walker. You get in, you get his keycard, and you get the goods. The field trip is never going to happen.”
Tastes Just Like Cherry Cola by bluejbird (Brendon/Spencer, NC-17)
The club is loud and dark, just the way Ryan likes them. Spencer hangs back by the bar, his usual haunt on their nights out, trying not to roll his eyes as Ryan goes on what can only be described as a prowl, searching out tonight’s conquests. Spencer watches as Ryan eyes people up, checking them out- girls and boys, always a certain type, always very scene.
Little Kingdoms in Your Chest by sweetrecovery (Jon/Spencer, PG)
Spencer needs to feel music. Maybe it's a part of being a drummer, of putting himself so into his music in a physical way, but he just needs to feel it. He needs the best headphones, the best sound system his money can buy, and he needs it to be loud. Spencer needs the music to be loud for it exist in his consciousness, for it to be real.
The Hush Sound
like in songs by heartequals (Greta/her band, unrated)
Greta posts a picture of herself and writes This is my face. And then she deletes it.
But she soundchecks "Mouthwash" later, anyway, and Bob plays along, strummin' and hummin' 'cause he's a player like that, a player-along, and once she thinks that, her fingers slip on the piano and she starts laughing too much to sing the song. Bob picks it up, because he's a good old player-along with Gretas like her.
"This is her brain," he points at Greta and waves his hands around, "it's torturous- "
"-analytical thoughts make her go-o-o-o insane," Chris sings along absentmindedly.
The Cab
can't shake it off by miserylovedme (Ian/Singer, NC-17)
Small venues are hot while arenas tend to be cold. Singer knows this, has lived it on both sides of the crowd barrier. Either way he ends up sweating but it usually isn’t enough to drag him out of the zone to where it’s effecting his ability to perform.
Inter-band
where the good kids go by riflethrough (Hush Sound GSF, The Cab, PG)
Greta is thinking of suggesting some gold ol' exploring, when Bob's eyes light up.
Greta looks at him with interest, raising her eyebrows when he doesn't speak right away. Bob can have some pretty awesome ideas, and that was so obviously a light bulb moment, she can practically see it glowing above Bob's head. And, plus, they have at least a couple hours until they have to get onstage.
Bob raises his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them just like spirit fingers. "Hide and seek!" he says.
All Be Free by proteinscollide (Greta Salpeter/Alex Greenwald, G)
Soundcheck is done, and they’ve just over an hour and a half to showtime. Bob’s tucked in the corner of the dressing room, tuning his old acoustic. Darren went to get a snack fifteen minutes ago, saying he’d be back soon, but Greta heard the muted screech of fangirls from front of house a little while after he left so she doesn’t expect him to make it back alive, not in the next half hour anyway.
to spy my shadow in the sun by formerlydf (Gabe/William, PG)
All of a sudden Gabe's voice is right next to William's ear. William turns his head instinctively and for a second, all he can smell is Gabe. He just breathes it in until he feels a tug and realises that Gabe, his fingers twisted in the longer strands of William's hair, is lightly pulling William's head so it faces forward again. William's breath stutters before he can stop himself.
"What, you don't like it?" he asks eventually, keeping his voice light.
Gabe tugs again, just hard enough for William to notice it. His voice is as casual as William's when he says, "I didn't say that."
my superbad romance by soloproject (Bob/Frank, Gerard/Ray/Mikey, others, R)
Bob makes noises of protest when Frank pulls his little red hatchback into the faculty parking lot of their high school. Frank wants to get a Red Bull before class and Bob always, always thinks this is a terrible idea because Frank doesn’t need more energy to be a bigger asshole than he already is. Bob is not actually sure what’s in Red Bull but Frank can barely handle a six-pack, let alone pure and legally purchased canned energy.
If I were blind I’d know what you are by skoosiepants (gen, PG-13)
The thing is, Mikey can’t stop talking about the guys in Panic.
Mikey asks, “Have you seen them play?” and Bob shrugs.
He hasn’t, but Mikey’s, like, seriously fucking obsessed. Mikey doesn’t even like their music, but whatever. It’s none of Bob’s business.
“It’s just. There’s something wrong.”
Bob stares at Mikey, but Mikey just blinks back, eyes owlish behind his glasses.
“What?” Bob finally asks.
Mikey shakes his head. “No, um, you’d have to see it.”
Mikey is fucking weird.
Your Fingerprints Like A Code by gigantic (Brendon/Shia Labeouf, NC-17)
Brendon hasn't been able to find his shirt for the last fifteen minutes. He knows it has to be around here somewhere, because he started the night with clothing for both his lower and upper body. He's tipsy, but he's not drunk, so searching shouldn't be this difficult. It isn't difficult. He's searching just fine, but his shirt just isn't here, and Brendon feels this is fucking unfair, because Pete's got his shirt back. It's a nice, red shirt too, buttoned down and bright, kind of like --
"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Brendon says, slapping Pete on the shoulder. He means to be gentler.
"Am I?" Pete says. His eyes go wide as he looks down at his clothes. "Yo, you're right!"
Frank the Vampire Slayer by skoosiepants (Frank/Gerard, Brendon/Spencer, PG-13)
Frank doesn’t give a shit about the senior formal. “Seriously, I don’t fucking care,” Frank says.
“Frank, Frankie, this is so so important,” Brendon says around his lollypop, hands waving. “We’re saving the earth here. From, like, acid rain and fumes and shit.”
Frank arches an eyebrow. It’s a fucking school dance; Frank’ll spend the whole night smoking up in the corner with Jon.
Last Words by valerie-z (Bert/Gerard, Mikey/Pete, gen, PG-13)
It all started when Pete Wentz died in a fire. Of course, he was Pete Wentz, so death only shut him up for about twelve hours. Early that evening, when Gerard finally got through to Patrick's cell phone and was in the middle of expressing his genuine and heartfelt wishes for Pete's speedy recovery, Pete shouted from the background, "Is that Ryan? Tell him to go to my blog. I'm about to update and it'll be so funny if he gets first comment."
Editor's Pick
Loved you first by softlyforgotten (Ryan/Spencer, PG-13)
The last day of the summer holidays, Ryan and Spencer go down to the pool. Spencer wears white flip-flops and Ryan goes barefoot because it’s just around the corner, and he’ll feel silly going in his sneakers. He broke his flip-flops in a bike-riding-at-midnight escapade, split them right in the middle.
As always, recs & suggestions over here. :)