the stars are faded

I MADE A DELICIOUS. There are, like, nine bookmarks on it. BUT IT WILL GROW. This is really exciting for me because bookmarking the fics is forcing me to comment on all of them. So.

Also I wrote some comment fic for provetheworst's prompt, and it kind of expanded without my consent, and now I am posting it in a separate entry. I am a problem-solver!

Title: hundreds of cats (I am the most original, shut up.)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Wordcount: 3,000
Warnings: None!
Summary: For the prompt: Write about cats. Hundreds of cats.

( a hundred is a lot. )

provetheworst, you should probably know that I listened to Justin Bieber THE ENTIRE TIME I was writing this. I don't know if that tells you anything. But it feels like the sort of thing I should disclose.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE! I come bearing fic. Embarrassingly adorable and fluffy fic--perfect for the season, yes? :D

Title: Maybe You Can Sell Him On eBay
Pairing: baby Brendon/Ryan preslash
Wordcount: ~5,000
Rating: G
Summary: bb!Panic AU. "You know what we should do?" Brendon asks Ryan, eyes getting brighter. "We should get proof of Santa!"
Thanks to: the beautiful chaoticallyclev, fairest in all of beta-land.
Author's Note: Written for redorchids's Christmas Wish Exchange, in response to the prompt kid!fic in which Bren and Ryan try to catch Santa. I hope you enjoy, amyanonymous! ♥

( “But Santa isn’t real!” Frankie folds his arms and glares at them. )

Holy shit, how did I manage to write something that needed a masterpost in the middle of the school year? Oh, right. My unending drive for procrastination. \o/

This has pretty much been my baby for the past four months, and you can't see me, but I'm wibbling a little bit as I send it out into the cruel world. Really, I am. *wibbles*

How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse Recession
Wordcount: 42,000
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, (background William/Gabe, Cash/Singer, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Patrick/Ashlee)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: You know how Love Actually is pretty much the schmoopiest, most feel-good of all romantic comedies? Yeah, this is kind of like that level of schmoopiness, only worse. /o\
Summary: Office AU. Island Electronics is going down in a blaze of glory, just one more company that's fallen victim to the ruthless recession. Receptionist Spencer Smith and coworker Brendon Urie fight to save the company (and their incomes) as all around them, their compatriots succumb to the wrath of the fearsome Pink Slips.
Unofficial Summary: Really, this story just boils down to three things: stealth!closet-sex, pining, and ~conspiracy theories. Also, Star Wars.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

Thanks to: chaoticallyclev, my darling LJ-wife who patiently read through this 73-page monster over and over and helped me correct my outrageous sins in voicing and sentence flow. Also to redorchids, who was so amazing in helping me sort out the plot of this story, reading my multiple drafts, giving me suggestions, and most importantly, never giving up on my plotholes. A thousand ♥s to both of you.

So...I told myself I wasn't going to do this. Several times, in fact.

But my self didn't listen to me. :(

So, yeah, apparently I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Post-divorce fic ftw! Happy post-divorce fic at that, too. \o/?

Title: only need two more miracles
Author: piecesof_reeses
Pairing: Ryan gen, Ryan/Brendon preslash
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~6600
Warning(s): A bit of drug use. NOT nearly as much as my cut text would imply. /o\
Disclaimer: Okay, so this is a lot closer to reality than most of my other fics, but it is probably 100% slashier, sorry to say.
Summary: Just another PATD fix-it fic, but this time from Ryan's pov. Because sometimes, being screwed up doesn't have to last forever.
Author's Notes: This takes into account a lot of the current canon we have, including some tweets and that MTV interview Ryan did.
Thanks to: chaoticallyclev, my amazingly and fabulously lovely beta! You are the best cheerleader in all the world. ♥

( #ryansacokehead )

Damn, I don't have a cab icon.

Anyway. Fic! Scribbled out at a breakneck speed over the course of a month--what? It's fast for me, okay. And alright, I know that everyone's probably tired of my high school au 'verse, but this is the last one! I swear! (I mean, really. There aren't any more peripheral characters that I can take out and torture.)

The rest of the stories in the 'verse don't really need to be read in order to understand this one, but it would probably be very helpful.

Title: Bad Tattoos and Worse Ideas (Or: How Two Faily Lunch Helpers Fumbled Their Way Together)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cash/Singer, background Johnson/Ian, background Brendon/Ryan
Word Count: ~17000
Warnings: Swearing. Excessive fail, although that kind of goes unsaid when the Cab are involved. (I feel like I should warn for superfluous mention of Barbie’s boobs and the song Stacy’s Mom.)
Thanks to: chaoticallyclev, my fabulously fantastic beta whom I definitely don’t deserve. I should really take a page out of Gabe’s book and chain her in my basement so that she’ll never leave me.
Author’s Notes: You don’t have to read the other stories to understand this one—although it would be helpful!—but this is yet another installment in my high school ‘verse, which can be found under this tag. (Takes place during about the same timeline as Swear To Shake It Up.
Summary: Alex likes Cash who likes Brendon who likes Ryan, only it’s kind of complicated. Which Alex thinks it really doesn’t need to be, if Cash would just pull his head out of his ass. So he needs a plan, only that is complicated, and Marshall’s even started pulling out the flowcharts. Basically, it’s a mess, but hey—it’s high school.

( Thursday is pizza day. )