Various bandom men in slash parings at lamaze classes.

Jon sighs. “You and Spencer, though, I don’t know. I think it’s that you’ve both been with someone most of the time I’ve known you. It’s kind of like,” he pauses and Ryan can hear the laughter in his voice when he speaks again, “when you had girlfriends I didn’t notice that you also had a boyfriend.”

The band already has two guitarists.

A lot of truths have been universally acknowledged. A Pride and Prejudice AU.

Whenever one of them is the focus of unwelcome attention, the other is ready to step in, lean in so close that their noses brush while a hand splays possessively over the other's shoulder.

In which Ryan Ross is a girl. Has always been, will always be a girl. End of story.

It starts when Spencer brings a girl to practice. Not just any girl, either – his girlfriend, Elsa.

Pete sometimes wanted to form an "only-boy-in-the-band" club. He could ask Ryan to join.

Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith meet, grow up, and fall in love.

Ryan has dissociative identity disorder.

Before There Was A Name: It begins with two. Saturation: Jon decides it’s time to grow up. Even if that means living out of his car in Las Vegas. Standing Right Outside Your Door: Christmas-y AU. “Brendon,” Frank said slowly, “you’re not really considering making a life-changing decision based off a Will Ferrell movie, are you?” Brendon is an elf, tired of living at the North Pole, so he escapes to the least Christmas-like place he can think of…

The only thing Jon wanted was a way off this station.

PG. Spencer/Ryan. Slash. Future fic in which they finally get it together, just as Panic is about to break up. Happily ever after.

They're all running away, the problem is, can they survive until they get where they're going? An AU in which Mikey and Pete run a shelter, Spencer has Ryan, and Brendon has no one. At least not at first.

“Don't tell me I should be their manager,” Ryan says, glaring at the road. Pete pauses. “Ok. Well, I was about to, but I guess you already know.”

Things are always confusing when you're first starting out.

Ryan flexed his fingers, rubbing at his thighs and spreading them palm-down on his knees. Spencer was standing between his knees, bracing two fingers on his cheek occasionally, and the sides of Ryan's knuckles brushed Spencer's waist intermittently as he shifted back and forth. The brush paused. Ryan heard Spencer set down the tin of face paint, and then a rattle of plastic skittering across the makeup counter as he picked up another.

Jane Austen AU. There’s a wedding, heartache and matchmaking, and it all happens in the 19th century England. It all made perfect sense in my head.

In which Ryan and Spencer are idiots, their friends are devious, everybody has bad ideas and nobody turns into Batman.

The AU where Panic is a wedding band called The First Wives’ Club. Brendon named them. It’s okay though: Pete’s wedding band is called Lloyd Dobler’s Boombox, but only because it kind of stuck. Also MCR are the leaders of the enemy wedding band camp. Then Ryan makes a bet with Frank Iero because he’s bad at life like that, and suddenly they’re in a duel to the death. Or, a wedding band-off, since unfortunately their lives aren’t a sequel to Boyz N The Hood.

Teenage fumblings and first times, with bonus crossdressing!

Ryan loses his wings along with his virginity on the night of his 18th birthday. The next day he opens a bank account and deposits $4000 dollars. It's more than he expected, even after he gave Daedalus his share.

Ryan Ross had been able to hear Spencer Smith in his head for as long as he could remember. Well, not exactly hear. It wasn’t like he was telepathic, there was just sort of a buzz, a sense of Spencer Smith’s presence. Over the years, it had become like white noise, just there in the background. Ryan couldn’t imagine what it would be like not to hear Spencer all the time, anymore than he could imagine not longing after Spencer.

"You are so awesome, Spencer, Gerard Way is going to sweat on us!"

The concept of "aliens made them do it" came up in someone's journal a while ago, and, well, this eventually happened. It's kind of ridiculous, but what about this fandom isn't?

Ten times Disney did it best.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand.

."Stop being so stupid and stubborn already and take your pants off."

In which Spencer is hot and Ryan's subconscious is apparently trying to ruin his life. Also, there's a dance.

"Stop talking," Spencer orders, and when Ryan breaks off, staring at Spencer with wide eyes, Spencer surges forward to kiss her.

Spencer finishes dragging the last of the pillows in just as Ryan stirs, mumbling sleepily, head barely above the water. "Spence," he mutters. "I know you're tired, you don't have to sleep in here."

Ryan stumbles down the stairs and points at him accusingly. “You.” He says. “You are totally Spencer from the future, what the fuck.”

Just as he had known, from the minute he saw him across the playground, that he wanted Ryan for his friend, as soon as the thought that he might actually want to kiss someone occurred to him, Spencer knew that he wanted that person to be Ryan. He knew it made him greedy, but the fact was that he didn't want to leave parts of Ryan out in the open to be taken by other people. Small Town AU

Sequel to Straight Up Chicago Style. : Six fucking a.m. in Chicago in October, and Gabe can’t believe he’d forgotten how much he missed this.

"Were you just touching yourself?" Ryan says, his voice kind of rough. She doesn't know if she wants to die or if she wants to kill him, but clearly the only answer is that one of them doesn't make it out of this room alive. "Like, seriously?" he adds, waggling his eyebrows in a totally unnecessary way. And, well, that answers that.

She’s in London when her friends decided to be idiots. Specifically she’s in London, in this bar she doesn’t really want to be in, sitting with a group of people she doesn’t really know, listening to this brunette – Lily, Spencer vaguely remembers her introducing herself as – drunkenly explaining her theory of whatever between tongue-raping the guy her friend came with, when instead of calling Brent, her best friends contact her. Or the Model!fic where Spencer gets kicked out of Panic! and instead of going home to lick her wounds, she stays in London, grows a foot or two and becomes an haute couture model. Includes Valentino and Giancarlo Giammetti, Karl Lagerfeld, various models, fashion people, Bob being awesome, and Spencer and Ryan redefining how to be SpencerandRyan.

I was saying something on Twitter about how much easier it is to write really dirty-hot fic when Adam Lambert is involved, because while, eg, fanon!Ryan Ross may think he's a sex god, fanon!Adam actually is. ... and then someone said something about Adam/RyRo, and this happened.

Saving And Being Saved: "Five boys and Battle School. Nobody is satisfied, but one can imagine Graff doesn't care." Fangs Up: "Someone finally takes notice of the fact that Gabe Saporta says he spoke to a snake." One Man Band: "It takes Spencer a while to figure it out, but he doesn't let it change how he behaves when he does." Patrick Stump's Strip Joint, or The One Where They're All Strippers Apart From Patrick Who Has Taken Up Handicrafts (Not Like That): "The one where they're all (pretty terrible) strippers, Patrick owns the strip joint, and his therapist has suggested he take up a hobby."

In a near canon world where orientation refers to dominance or submission, not sexuality, almost everyone has a soulmate that is supposed to complement their personality, biology, orientation and heart. Most people look forward to the day when the psionic bond sparks into existence, connecting them to their other halves. However, a trauma left Bob wanting anything but the bond he sees as a dangerous trap, and he takes matters in his own hands to chemically prevent his bond from effecting him. Patrick doesn't know what he did wrong but he knows that for some reason, his soulmate has rejected him and he has to learn to live with that. Between their pasts, their bands, and their hopes, neither of them expects end up where they do - so close with so much distance still between them.