You Will Not Rattle Us Apart, Ryan Ross // Master Post
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
Notes: I wrote this for bandombigbang on a dare, having never committed to something one-shot AND linear AND longer than, oh, 11k. Thanks go to delighter for promising me a thousand boys touching each other if I ever completed such an audacious challenge. Of course, what she gave me is even better: the above primer, which details all of my self-indulgent additions to this universe. (The pressing question remains: will I ever write a story that doesn't have Zach Condon in it?) I should also note that the faux magazine article bookending this trainwreck is plagiarized shamelessly from the May 3, 2009 article 'Grizzly Men' by Lizzy Goodman at NY Mag. Don't you dare read it to compare, I guarantee you will think less of me, 4srs.
Thanks: All my endless gratitude goes to my exuberant and exacting betas, delighter and emilytheodd (who also provided the factual evidence behind Brendon's citrus vodka/ginger beer mule kicks, HIGH FIVE). Without you I would've let this sucker die in infancy, let me tell you. You two saved a life: namely, mine. Thank you for the time you spent hand-holding and politely looking away when I started weeping. ALL MY LOVE, ALL MY TYPOS, &ETC.
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
Notes: I wrote this for bandombigbang on a dare, having never committed to something one-shot AND linear AND longer than, oh, 11k. Thanks go to delighter for promising me a thousand boys touching each other if I ever completed such an audacious challenge. Of course, what she gave me is even better: the above primer, which details all of my self-indulgent additions to this universe. (The pressing question remains: will I ever write a story that doesn't have Zach Condon in it?) I should also note that the faux magazine article bookending this trainwreck is plagiarized shamelessly from the May 3, 2009 article 'Grizzly Men' by Lizzy Goodman at NY Mag. Don't you dare read it to compare, I guarantee you will think less of me, 4srs.
Thanks: All my endless gratitude goes to my exuberant and exacting betas, delighter and emilytheodd (who also provided the factual evidence behind Brendon's citrus vodka/ginger beer mule kicks, HIGH FIVE). Without you I would've let this sucker die in infancy, let me tell you. You two saved a life: namely, mine. Thank you for the time you spent hand-holding and politely looking away when I started weeping. ALL MY LOVE, ALL MY TYPOS, &ETC.