Stepping off the bus is like landing in a different world.

Gerard Way, a Cartoon Network peon in possession of the world’s worst taste in men, may have finally found the perfect boyfriend. Or a serial killer.

Hi. This is part one of the long-promised MCR/FOB/P!@tD/William Beckett Regency AU. There isn't much else to say, except I'm going to go ahead and warn you that Mikey and Gerard are girls. Other than that, and the Regency thing, and the fact that they're the daughters of a wealthy Lord, it's exactly like usual. (To say nothing of the stablehands.)

Just a simple love story.

Wherein Bob is a marshmallow (although not literally), Spencer is the prettiest, and Jon has secret manpain.

Once upon a time, Jon Walker's great-grandmother told him tales of faerie lords and human knights. He never thought they'd be this relevant to his adult life.

"You want to take me on a joyride in your wooden spaceship?" The third season of New Who, retold with Spencer Smith, companion.

"You want to take me on a joyride in your wooden spaceship?" The third season of New Who, retold with Spencer Smith, companion.

Various bandom men in slash parings at lamaze classes.

“This is political,” Gerard announces, and kisses him.

Superpowers AU, in which Ryan Ross can't help reading people's minds, Jon Walker absorbs energy (and usually controls it perfectly), Spencer Smith shoots ice from his hands and saves melting refreshments, and Brendon Urie sometimes bursts into flames.

The one where Jon Walker is really a unicorn *hands*

Multipairing, bandomwide high school for the arts AU

Have you any funny stories behind the making of the album [pretty. odd.]? “We can’t... I mean...” “We can’t tell you any funny stories because we’d probably be killed.” - Jon and Ryan being interviewed by NME.com

“Okay, this is what I’ve figured out so far. I’m stuck in some sort of hell that looks vaguely like a Sandra Bullock movie.”

The kid looked up at him as he walked by. He had the biggest goddamn eyes Brian had ever seen; absolutely huge, dark lashes, tangled hair. Brian was pretty sure his parents wouldn’t have let him leave the house without at least washing his hair now and then. Parenting was getting pretty slack.

Old friends and new beginnings. A/N: this is the sequel of sorts to For Keeps

"So I've been having these weird dreams," Spencer says casually, because it's increasingly obvious that nobody else is going to speak up.

Brendon Urie would call himself an ordinary guy. Spencer Smith would call him stupidly hot, if he weren't about to destroy Brendon's career. A rich, successful journalist and food critic, Spencer aims to write a scathing review of Brendon's little muffin and cupcake shop. He never mixes business with pleasure. But the secrets Brendon's keeping intrigue Spencer, and his naivety has caught Spencer off guard. He's entranced with the little muffin cupcake shop and his neighbour Jon's coffee shop. What's happened to him? He's being ridiculous! The Christmas-coated town has gone to his head. Spencer's best friend, literary critic Ryan Ross, thinks that the small-town boy has unlocked the city slicker's heart. ...Yeah, this is kind of but not quite that story.

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.

from the very beginning, slowly at first but always steadily growing towards more, they touched. So much and eventually so without thought that they never had to wonder why it felt wrong when they didn’t, because that itself happened so infrequently.

Later, Spencer will be glad that it starts in the winter. Heavy jackets and sweaters, caps and scarves and gloves to keep out the cold air, and if nothing else, this keeps things hidden longer than maybe he’d have been able to otherwise. Later, he’s sure, he’ll be thankful for that.

“What? Oh, geez, kid.” Gerard laughs, and it’s not mean, but the kid half-flinches back, a repressed sort of reaction, mostly suppressed but still visible. Gerard notices for the first time the way the line of his hips is sharp enough to cut paper. “Ryan,” he says, meeting Gerard’s eyes again. “My name is Ryan.”

The best part of waking up, in New York, is the Magnolia Bakery.

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

“God, you messed him up bad, Spence. He’s like a twelve-year-old girl around here today.”

The boys have a photo shoot, Jon misses his cats, Ryan does not like argyle, Brendon has a green crisis, it’s up to Spencer to save the day. Again.

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.

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

Mobsters and hoodies and Vegas, oh my! AU.

Spencer finally meets Patrick, Ryan and Frank continue to be awkward, Brendon stashes blenders under display tables to have an excuse to talk to Jon, and Pete tries to cockblock himself (only Pete, guys, seriously)

It's never a good idea to believe everything you read on the internet.

Spencer is actually a girl. No one by Ryan knows. Though I'm sure his parents have a clue.

"One last question for Spencer and Jon," the polite, really short British interviewer said. "How does it feel to know that your fans have thrown their full support behind your relationship?" Spencer fell off arm of the sofa he had been perched on.

Pete sat on the hotel bed and tried to watch Patrick surreptitiously to see if Patrick was maybe surreptitiously watching him back. But he really, really wasn't. Pete knew he looked good – he'd made sure of that in the bathroom mirror before coming out into the room. The white hotel towel made his skin look even darker and his tattoos looked awesome against it all. He was clean and slightly – sexily – wet from the shower. His hair was pushed back (but messily rumpled too) and he smelled amazing. Patrick was straight in the most annoying way.

The third time Spencer comes home to find Brendon sat in the back garden with his feet in the pool, reading a soggy paperback and waiting for him, Spencer gives him a key to the house. "Didn't you get that cut for Haley?" Ryan asks. Spencer just shrugs. "She's not here that often anyway," he says.

His dad says, "Stay out of trouble," when gates open at every venue. "Seriously, Lib."

Prom night is a special night in every boy’s life. Right? Spencer’s not too sure.

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

Panic get a Twitter.

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.

Pete’s having way too much fun with Brendon’s power. Over the course of dinner he’s stolen people’s lasagna (and he’s given them all to Patrick—it’s ridiculous because the two of them are surrounded by a lasagna mountain), made Gabe dance, even through it wasn’t all that hard to convince the school’s elastic man to dance, in retrospect, and he’s also convinced Gerard that Frank’s name is really Sir Dipshit Esq. (which Spencer thinks went just a little too far).

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.

Ten times Disney did it best.

“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”

( if you ever want me. allison iraheta/alisan porter, bonus kris/adam friendship, pg-13. ) ( adam lambert/brendon urie, written in haiku form. ) ( frank iero pov, kris/adam, pg-13. )

Captain Smith and his crew (Jon, Ryan) owe Jabba the Hutt a lot of money. They run all over the galaxy trying to earn it, picking up Brendon along the way. Cameos by the brothers Way, half of Fall Out Boy, Gabe Saporta, William Beckett. Bob Bryar and Greta Salpeter, depending on how you look at it. 21,413 words of Star Wars AU, originally intended for [info]bandombigbang. Enormous thanks to [info]heartequals and [info]hatoyona.

Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes.

Victoria Asher goes to school, stars in a play, and falls in love.