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Don't Believe The Hype - adellyna & txtequilanights (NC-17)
What up, bandom! :) My name is Fia and I will be your driver this month! It's been a while since I was an active participant in bandom, but I noticed that there are several classic works missing from this comm so when it was advertised that bandom was running low on drivers, I figured it was a sign. That's what I'll be focussing on this month, fics that were posted a while back and as such have faded into obscurity, so pay in mind that the band situation in these stories might be radically different from today. I.e. Bob is still with MCR; Panic! is still Ryan, Brendon, Spencer and Jon; etc. etc. You know what I mean. :)
That being said, don't bother to buckle up or keep your hands within the vehicle, audience participation is encouraged during this ride! ;) And we're off!
Fandom: BANDOM - Fall Out Boy & Cobra Starship
Pairing: Pete Wentz/Ryland Blackington
Length: 20623 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adellyna & ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
txtequilanights
Author Website: unknown
Summary: Canon-based, where Pete plays Florida with Arma and he and Ryland meet at one of their shows. Long-distance shenanigans ensue.
Why this must be read: My personal preference goes out to ensemble fics (you know, where everyone and their grandma makes an appearance), probably because I never could pick a favourite. :) But every once in a while a story comes along that, despite the summary or pairing not being my thing, makes me go "...huh." This is one of those stories.
In terms of plot, it's not intricate or mindblowing, but it's sweet and cute and feels very realistic characterwise. Pete is still Pete, bad moods and all; and Ryland is still Ryland. Also Nate, in particular, makes for a very nice touch. :D All in all, this reads like a very nice romantic story that, given a few squints here and there, could actually have happened. What more could you want? Even if the pairing isn't your thing (it ain't mine either), give it a try. :)
Arma Angelus attacks their instruments, and then Pete starts doing this thing that seems to be half screaming and half fellating the microphone.
Against his better judgment, Ryland is intrigued. And, by intrigued, he means staring at Pete's ass every time he crosses the stage or turns to give one of his band members the gift of his spit in their eyes. Pete crosses the stage a lot. He crosses it so often that Ryland doesn't even really notice when Alex comes back.
"Blah blah blah blah blah," Alex says, with his hand on Ryland's shoulder and his breath raising the fine hairs at the nape of Ryland's neck.
"Uh huh," Ryland answers absently. Pete's bending over, screaming at a group of wildly ecstatic girls with hair styles that appear to have been achieved by making out with a weed whacker.
"Blah!" Alex enthuses. "Blah blah blah!!"
"That's awesome." Pete does something tricksy and spinny with the mic stand, and almost drops it. Ryland blinks hard, and resolves to pay more attention to Alex. It only sort of works.
"And then," Alex says, "she told me I could have a threesome with her and her mother."
Pete closes his eyes and grits something out into the microphone; his hand wraps up tight in his shirt and drags it high, high enough that Ryland can see every golden, sweaty, glistening inch of his abs. He blinks, and belatedly replies to whatever it is that Alex just said. "Sweet."
"On a llama," Alex says. "In Greenland. Elton John is going to be there."
"Elton John," Ryland echoes. "S'cool."
Alex punches him very hard in the arm. It's entirely uncalled for. Also, painful. "Ow," Ryland says; he rubs his arm and glares at Alex as hard as he would punch him, were he the sort of guy who punched people. "What the actual fuck?"
Don't Believe The Hype
That being said, don't bother to buckle up or keep your hands within the vehicle, audience participation is encouraged during this ride! ;) And we're off!
Fandom: BANDOM - Fall Out Boy & Cobra Starship
Pairing: Pete Wentz/Ryland Blackington
Length: 20623 words
Author on LJ:
adellyna & txtequilanightsAuthor Website: unknown
Summary: Canon-based, where Pete plays Florida with Arma and he and Ryland meet at one of their shows. Long-distance shenanigans ensue.
Why this must be read: My personal preference goes out to ensemble fics (you know, where everyone and their grandma makes an appearance), probably because I never could pick a favourite. :) But every once in a while a story comes along that, despite the summary or pairing not being my thing, makes me go "...huh." This is one of those stories.
In terms of plot, it's not intricate or mindblowing, but it's sweet and cute and feels very realistic characterwise. Pete is still Pete, bad moods and all; and Ryland is still Ryland. Also Nate, in particular, makes for a very nice touch. :D All in all, this reads like a very nice romantic story that, given a few squints here and there, could actually have happened. What more could you want? Even if the pairing isn't your thing (it ain't mine either), give it a try. :)
Arma Angelus attacks their instruments, and then Pete starts doing this thing that seems to be half screaming and half fellating the microphone.
Against his better judgment, Ryland is intrigued. And, by intrigued, he means staring at Pete's ass every time he crosses the stage or turns to give one of his band members the gift of his spit in their eyes. Pete crosses the stage a lot. He crosses it so often that Ryland doesn't even really notice when Alex comes back.
"Blah blah blah blah blah," Alex says, with his hand on Ryland's shoulder and his breath raising the fine hairs at the nape of Ryland's neck.
"Uh huh," Ryland answers absently. Pete's bending over, screaming at a group of wildly ecstatic girls with hair styles that appear to have been achieved by making out with a weed whacker.
"Blah!" Alex enthuses. "Blah blah blah!!"
"That's awesome." Pete does something tricksy and spinny with the mic stand, and almost drops it. Ryland blinks hard, and resolves to pay more attention to Alex. It only sort of works.
"And then," Alex says, "she told me I could have a threesome with her and her mother."
Pete closes his eyes and grits something out into the microphone; his hand wraps up tight in his shirt and drags it high, high enough that Ryland can see every golden, sweaty, glistening inch of his abs. He blinks, and belatedly replies to whatever it is that Alex just said. "Sweet."
"On a llama," Alex says. "In Greenland. Elton John is going to be there."
"Elton John," Ryland echoes. "S'cool."
Alex punches him very hard in the arm. It's entirely uncalled for. Also, painful. "Ow," Ryland says; he rubs his arm and glares at Alex as hard as he would punch him, were he the sort of guy who punched people. "What the actual fuck?"
Don't Believe The Hype