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Also, fic archived outside my journal can be found in my memories.
Title: Play My Music/Camp Weemo
Rating: PG-13. ish.
Pairings: um, Brendon/Shane Gray. Shane Gray being the Camp Rock persona of Joe Jonas.
Summary: I wrote a really ridiculous, intentionally dumb, unintentionally involved (6,863 words, no joke) semi-recasting of Camp Rock. I would say "somebody had to do it" but I think we all know that's just not true. Whatever, guys, I think I'm hilarious. Thank you so much to hatoyona for making me watch the stupid movie to begin with and for ceaseless encouragement.
“I only play what the label thinks will sell,” he says. “Being a popstar is a thankless and soulcrushing job.”
“It is!” Shane makes a pained face. “My soul,” he says. “My soul is crushed. And my new, ostensibly different but still eerily catchy stuff is never going to sell.”
Title: I Ain't in This for Your Revolution, or A Fever That Made the Kessel Run in Less Than Twelve Parsecs
Rating: PG-13. ish.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon centric, with hints of Pete/Patrick and Spencer/Han Solo. I mean what?
Summary: 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 bandombigbang. Enormous thanks to heartequals and hatoyona.
The job is bad news from the start, but it’s damn good money and Spencer’s crew have a hell of a debt to pay.
Still though, the only thing Spencer hates more than doing jobs for Jabba is doing jobs for the Empire, and the closer they get to Alderaan the more he thinks this is a bad idea.
“This is a bad idea,” he says, sliding into the chair next to Ryan.
Ryan, sensing the onset of a serious discussion, switches on the autopilot and turns to look at Spencer. “You keep saying that.”
( What kind of nineteen-year-old is wanted for high treason?Collapse )
Title: How To Survive Winter In Chicago
Rating: tame with swearing. PG?
Summary: Pete and Patrick, winter, fingerless gloves, hot chocolate. Lots of fluff. My first Pete/Patrick, so that's exciting I guess.
“If you have frostbite, I am going to be so fucking pissed at you.”
Pete hops over the back of the couch and snuggles up next to Patrick. “Aww, that’s sweet,” he says, grinning. Patrick tries to ignore him, but Pete is used to dealing with people trying to ignore him and he knows exactly what to do. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll just go home then.”
“Mmm,” Patrick says absently.
Pete coughs. “Home. Alone. In the cold. Without gloves. If I get cold enough, do you think my fingers will fall off?”
( You are a moron. How long have you been living in Chicago?Collapse )
Title: Kicking and Screaming, or How Gabe Met William
Rating: PG-13 or maybe R for lots of swearing and implicit sex.
Summary: Gabe has superpowers. So does the guy who lives in the apartment above him. This will make a lot more sense when hatoyona and I finish our epic superhero AU.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave New Jersey, because he totally did. It was just, this wasn’t where he wanted to be instead.
More than that, this wasn’t how he wanted to get here. Breakdowns, psych wards, the total fuck-up of the best relationship Gabe’s had since, like, middle school…yeah, it had basically sucked. But it could be worse. He could have arrived in the manner of the man currently sprawled on the carpet. Which is to say, through the ceiling.
Disclaimer: not real, never happened.
( more or less kicking and screamingCollapse )