And God said, “This shit is cray.”

This is Not the Story of Your Life
Brendon/Spencer, Jon/Ryan, Pete/Patrick, Frank/Gerard | 4200 words | PG-13

Patrick says, softly, "I'll still have this, right? I mean...I won't forget it all, will I?"

It's not really Brendon's place to tell him how time passes here. No one ever explained it to him, and he'd spent a long time feeling bitter about it until he realized that it wasn't that no one wanted to explain it--it's that no one *could*.

"It's different for everyone," he finally replies slowly, and it's not a lie.


Notes: An AU very, very loosely based on the song "Hotel California" by The Eagles. I started this fic way back in September after watching the acoustic performance over and over late one night. I've always thought the song was about being stuck between life and death (even though the band has stated that the song is about the dark side of Hollywood), and this story somehow came out of that interpretation. It's death!fic, only...not.

Tons of thanks to everyone I threw bits and pieces of this at over the last several months, and to siryn99 and adellyna for the beta work.




"The boundaries between life and death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and where the other begins?"
~ Edgar Allen Poe

( Tonight they're celebrating a new guest )

We Should Take the Road Less Traveled
[Panic!, Ryan/Jon, Brendon/Spencer, 3200 words, R]

Ryan always looks away, always pretends not to notice, when all three know exactly what's going on.

A few days ago disarm_d presented the idea for a 1950s British university AU with sweater vests, and while I didn't go the British route, I did create a fictional New England private college. With ties. And...stuff. I'd like to call this the Layden College 'verse, tmshleemeri. Also, thanks to fmith for The Cribs song title. :D Also, if you're an English major and want to nitpick, yes, J.D. Salinger's Nine Stories did, in fact, come out in 1954.

( It's innocent at first )