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Wednesday Night Boys  Ryan/Brendon/Jon Spencer/Bob Prostitutes!Au I rec almost everything Arsenic writes, but this, this is her best. Spencer Ryan and Brendon are prostitutes, Jon is a John, Bob is a doctor, and Gerard has aids. 

"There's a pool going for how long the new kid'll last," Ryan said. "And by 'pool', you mean that you wanna guess and so are going to involve me in your bizarre and twisted forms of entertainment?" Spencer asked. "You're the one who wanted to be my friend," Ryan said, clearly not put off by Spencer's censure. "Wanted" was a strong term so far as Spencer was concerned. But whatever, they were friends, and Spencer was going to end up betting to keep Ryan happy. As such, he was pretty willing to give in gracefully; it would save time and energy, both things he preferred to conserve. Spencer sighed. "What are you saying?" "Two weeks."

The Storybook Hour

Spencer/Brendon Jon/Spencer Ryan/Brendon DoctorWho!Authis is adorable. Seriously adorable. And geeky

Ryan Ross is a secret child!timelord who's been adopted by Spencer's family. They, including Brent, (who has crazy persuasion powers) Brendon (who's psychic) and eventually Jon, go on a quest to save the world and play music in a hearse named Black Belinda which is bigger on the inside.

The first thing the boy really remembers is the music. He's hiding in the bushes, scared and alone, and there's someone singing or talking or something, and it sounds beautiful. He can't understand what they're saying, but in intrigues him, and he creeps out to listen. It's a woman, and when she sees him she falls silent. He asks her why she stops, and her mouth goes round, either to whistle or to show surprise, though he isn't sure which. He hasn't quite figured out facial expressions yet.

Made of Silver, Not of Clay

Brendon/Ryan Pete/Mikey dystopia!Au?

Brendon wakes up to find everyone has disappeared. Then he finds Ryan.

Brendon stopped singing on the day that the world just…stopped. That may have been slightly backwards. The world didn’t really stop, per se. It just stopped being the world that Brendon had always known it as.

Strange medicine

Patrick/Travis Matt/Andy A little Less Sixteen Candles!AU not really sure how to describe this except full of awesome

June 26 Pete's back; Andy went and got him out of lockup. I don't want to think about what they did to those cops to get them out. I know they were vampires, but they were cops. I guess my sense of civic duty is still pretty much intact, which is probably a dangerous state of mind to have right now. They were vampires, they were vampires, no matter what uniform they were wearing. Have to keep that straight. I got a few scrapes and a bite in that last fight, but with the formula in my system, I wasn't turned. Sheer luck, you know? The chemistry nerd in me, I thank him for existing. I need to adjust the levels of allicin in Pete's formula. He's saying the thirst comes back too early. And too strong. Andy'll get the stuff I need; I have to remember to give him a list so he can go out tonight.  June 30 It's been really quiet.

Just a Formality

 Frank/Gerard Space!AU

Frank is in love with dashing space pirate Gerard and wants to go on all sorts of adventures with him, but until Gerard clues up, he'll stick to his bar job with all his friends

Frank loves his job. No, really, he does. He doesn't remember how, exactly, he got the job - something to do with Bob's hatred of cameras and frantic running and stowing away on board a 'cruiser, or maybe just filling out a job application, because really, he doesn't remember - but he loves it. He never thought he'd see space, and now, every window he passes looks out into it. And his job loves him, too, which is a big plus.

Well, to be honest, he has two jobs. He loves both, and one loves him back. He wishes both did, but hey. He can deal.

When the sun came up

Gerard/Bob

rediculous fluff, in a Gerard way

"So the thing is, I'm starting to get confused," Gerard said softly, looking away from Bob, down toward the equipment trailers. "Because I keep going to sleep naked, right, which is okay because my bunk gets pretty warm with two people in it, especially when one of them is this really hot drummer. But then I keep waking up all cold, because the really hot drummer guy keeps bolting on me in the morning, and there's hardly any covers in my bunk because they keep getting kicked out, and then I have to get up, and I am so not a morning person, but I keep doing it anyway and I don't know how I feel about this."

  Bound By Ink

Spencer/Ryan if you do nothing else today, read this fic.

Summary: Complete AU set in a society where status is shown by the number of tattoos a person possesses. Heirs to property get their first tattoos at puberty. It's completely ridiculous and self indulgent with Coming Out Balls, Courting Rituals, Gentlemen's Clubs, Brothels.

Don't Blink, or the glitter will get you

Dean, Bob Supernatural/MCR crossover

Bob hadn't heard from Dean Winchester for a few years. After a message on his voice mail, Bob grudgingly decides to help him, against a not so deadly threat.

Fourty thousand men and women every day 

 &&

 separation anxiety (the zombie apocalypse remix)

 Dean, Sam, Brendon Supernatural Crossover 

The world ends and Dean's on a road trip with somebody else's little brother.

It's just typical. Anytime he and Sam are separated, one of them dies, or sells their soul, or is nearly sacrificed, or starts the apocalypse.