Title: Leading the Revolution (In my Bedroom) Authors:xaritomene and xrysomou Pairings: *deep breath* Nick/Tyson, Brendon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick, Ryland/Vicky-T, Frank/Gerard, Mike/Kevin, teeny bit of Bob/Mikey, the usual suspects and a load of gen. (bands: All-American Rejects, Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, My Chemical Romance and The Academy Is... and the Jonas Brothers) Rating: Soft R Warnings: language, drunkenness, boys being boys and general revelry. Word Count: 15, 432 Disclaimer: Not ours, we are not affiliated with these people in any way and nor would they want us to be. Title by Panic! at the Disco. Cheerled by the incomparably lovely fortune8 and whocares19_05.
Summary:It's Finals Night. Everyone's wary of Finals Night. A Bandom College AU.
Title: The Queen and Us Authors: xrysomou and xaritomene Rating: G Warnings: None Word Count: 4320 Pairing: Pairing is not the focus, but background Nick/Tyson Disclaimer: We are not affiliated with any of these people, and everything herein is a filthy, disgusting lie. Also, Mike isn't really a mad defender of the proletariat. And Chris is almost certainly not a closet royalist who's bought a commemorative 'Will&Kate' mug.
We hope.
Summary: AAR watch the Royal Wedding. No, we don't know either.
AN 1: So, apparently some girl got married to some guy today, and it was kind of a big deal. Driven mad by union jack bunting with people's faces on it, we wrote this. AN 2: We're really very, very sorry.
Crossposted to aar_capslock, rejectedfic, here, and our private journals. Sorry for any spam!
So, I am so incredibly late with this. I managed exactly no bingos that I signed up for, but I have fic written for all of them, because I am apparently fail incarnate. Sadly, y'all can look forward to whatever hc_bingo and kink_bingo fics I manage to get out. *sigh*, self. *SIGH*.
But here, with no further ado: schmoop_bingo fics! It remains to be seen whether the lovely mods over at the main comm will allow my entry through, but the fics are up at xari_xryso_fic, so I'm cross-posting them here (there, and everywhere; apologies for those of you who got horribly spammed!).
But I will do it under a cut, since there are five of the little buggers, and I don't want to eat anyone's flist more than I already have/will.
Bare bones:
Fandoms: bandom (Skippyfic (Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden), My Chemical Romance, The All-American Rejects) and Alex Rider Prompts: Spooning, Sunburn, Serenade, sick in bed and wooing/courtship, respectively.
Title: The Sparkle Lounge, Part 4 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of prostitution, not entirely discriminatory portrayal of the sex industry Pairings: Nick/Tyson Word Count: 4976 Summary: Tyson is a stripper, and Nick is his accidental client brought to his club by a well-meaning friend for his birthday. Things escalate (horribly) from there.
Title: Arguments in the Key of Reason Authors: xaritomene and xrysomou Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Here be smut. Consider yourselves warned for Gabe. Pairing: Nick/Tyson (minor Gabe/Tyson, mentions of Gabe/Bill) Summary: Nick and Ty are in love and have been forever - they just need a helping hand in the right direction. And Gabe... well, Gabe's always been handsy handy.
A/N: This fic is a mix of utter crack and a sliver of canon; Gabe once got thoroughly over-excited about meeting Tyson and posted about it on his Twitter. The word 'swoon' was mentioned. Sadly, they never did meet, and the tweet itself is lost in the mists of Gabe's Twitter. But here's what our demented, tin-hatting little souls like to think happened next.
Title: Music With Rocks In Rating: G Warnings: None! (O.o) Word Count: 796 Pairing: Gen Summary: When Tyson and Nick were younger, they had plans to take over the world. The plan's changed, but the goals are still the same.
Or: "What're we going to do tonight, Brain!?" "What we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world."
AN: Oh, darlings, this is the crack that knows not what it is. Not as bad as my HEINOUS BIGBANG FIC (¬_¬), but bad enough all the same.
Written for whocares19_05 as the fic she donated for over at help_haiti. She asked for an angsty Tyson-moves-to-LA fic. I did talk to her before giving her mad, vaguely Terry Pratchett-esque, Pinky-and-the-Brain-inspired, unashamed crackfic, but I'm still not entirely convinced this was a fair exchange. *grin* I do at least take satisfaction in knowing that our plan to take over the world will be equally successful as (and hopefully faster than, since we're now in competition) AAR's.
Title: Taken Where You Want To Go Authors: xrysomou and xaritomene Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Light bondage (of the DIY kind; er, homespun bondage?) Pairing: Nick/Tyson Word Count: 9973 Disclaimer: None of this is true, and neither of us are affiliated with anyone mentioned here. If you got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, the back-button is probably your best and most famous friend. *nodnod* Summary: It's ludicrous that Tyson would mumble it, but he tries to anyway, and he kind of stumbles over his words, lips numb with alcohol as he tries to lower his voice. "Yeah, and I was just thinking. Best sex has been when someone held me down."
AN: Probably the most hardcore thing either of us have ever written, and we're nervous as hell about posting. Er, be gentle? (Also, the italics for the beginning section are deliberate, not a coding mess-up; bear with it?)
Title: Possessed by Colour (Series Title) Rating: PG Warnings: Occasional bad language, kissing in later parts Pairing: Nick/Tyson Summary: Tyson emotionalises colour – that is, he associates certain feelings with certain colours in his head. He doesn’t know whether it’s some kind of psychological thing to help him deal with them, or whatever, he’s just always done it, that’s the way it is. And it sure does make the inside of his head a prettier place to be sometimes. Disclaimer: These are real people presented here; I’m not affiliated with them and none of these events took place. If you got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, abandon all hope, ye who enter here please hit the back-button now.
AN: Based on the first few my bandom_100 prompt table here, where I claimed ‘Nick/Tyson’. I hope this isn't against any rules, and that you enjoy!
Title: Hardcore Wizardry Rating: G Warnings: HERE BE CRACKED-OUT MADNESS. Word Count: 523 Disclaimer: I don't know the All-American Rejects. And even if I did, I sincerely doubt that Nick and Tyson would be frolicking gaily (OH SO GAILY) in the magical land of Merlin. If you're here because of googling yourself or a famous friend, be warned - they're your eyeballs to scar. Summary: Prince Nickolas seemed to have infinite patience which his tall, gangly manservant – but evidently, today it had been exhausted.
AN: popcultaddict asked for "a Nick/Tyson AU set in the Merlin universe" over at help_haiti, and here it is. More like a short extract from a Nick/Tyson AU set in the Merlin verse, but more may be forthcoming if the Muses are kind.
Title: Sun, Moon and Starlit Sky Authors: xaritomene and xrysomou xx! Rating: PG-13 for language. Summary: Nick and Tyson aren't given to open displays of affection, but who needs open displays of affection when you've got pet names?
Disclaimer: Don't google yourself, for therein lies madness; if that's how you got here, we strongly recommend you hit the back-button.
AN: There is an excessive amount of schmoop in this fic. And we mean excessive. A trip to the dentist is advised after reading. Also, dedicated to popcultaddict, who has an endearments!kink! (cross posted to our private journals, rejectedfic, __aar__ and aar_capslock. Apologies for any spam!))
Title: Checkers, Not Chess Pairings: Nick/Tyson (The All-American Rejects) Rating/Warnings: PG-13, mostly for language Word Count: 2,500 Summary: Everyone knows that Tyson depends on touch; he can't help it. So when he stops touching Nick at all? Bad sign.
AN: Title from a quote by Tyson: "It never gets too complicated with us. It's checkers, not chess."
Title: Tomb With A View Rating: PG-13, for mentions of sex and vampirism. Warnings: Er, sex and vampirism. ^_^ Also, crack-which-doesn't-know-it's-crack and SCHMOOP. Possible OOC-ness, too. Pairing: Nick/Tyson Summary: Tyson and Nick had been playing some downtown bar in New York way back when... Tyson had gone off with some other guy after their set and had come back dazed, confused and vampiric. Or, vampirism isn't sexy, except when it really, really is. Things just get a little skewed along the way.
AN: for popcultaddict, who requested a vampire!fic way back when, and who made me the gorgeous banner without even having read the fic. ^_^ huge hugs and thanks to xrysomou and lullula who put up with me whining through writing this; anyana beta'd it, and all mistakes left in are my own where I went back and changed things. (Ending may be subject to change, for the record.) Also, bonus!MCR mention.
Title: Just Turn Around, Epilogue: The Sexcapade Authors: xrysomou and xaritomene. xx! Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Possible OOC and representations of illness. Also, for this part, EXPLICIT SEX. Also, SCHMOOP. Summary: It started with a simple headache - or, Tyson is sick, but no one realises till much later. Now with added sex!
Disclaimer: We're not affiliated with any of the people represented in this story. If you got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, the back-button really is an absolutely sweetheart; get to know it better!
(Yes, Tyson, off you go now. ^_^)
AN: Hey, Mum, over here, look, I wrote porn! \0/ (O.o)
Title: All Pleasures Fancies Be Rating: PG for vaguely disturbed thoughts. Warnings: *g* Vaguely disturbed thoughts. Word Count: 2,102 Disclaimer: Not true in any sense of the word. DESPITE MY RUNNING THEME. O.o If you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, the back-button is your friend. Summary: The fact is, the plain fact is – Tyson loves Nick more than Nick loves Tyson.
AN: For lullula and popcultaddict, to celebrate our new comm! Also, for their support and hand-holding through this thing, which have been invaluable. This is a lot more, um, esoteric and indefinite than I usually write, so I'd appreciate feedback as to how well that went!
Title from John Donne's poem, "The Good Morrow", because I iz pretentious and kind of have a thing for Donne. Also, am studying him at the moment, so he's at the forefront of my mind. As a final deciding factor, the poem starts, "I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I did till we loved?" which seemed fitting.
Warnings: Possible OOC and a very sick Tyson. Not that way, fandom, minds out of gutter please, kthnx. He's ill.
Disclaimer: We don't own AAR, because if we did, that would be just the teeniest bit sick and wrong. Also, if you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, BACK YOU DEVILS, BACK! You are not welcome here. ^_^ Seriously, you'll just scar yourself for life. Save yourself the pain!
...bye, Tyson. :D
Summary: It started with a simple headache. AKA, Tyson is sick, but no one realises until muuuuch later. \o/
AN: OMG FINISHED. FINISHED LIKE A FINISHED THING. And this part is RIDICULOUSLY long, so will probably be in three, maybe even four parts. *facepalm*
Also, we're near collapsing ourselves here - it's nearly two in the morning, we've been drinking since seven, and we still have the epilogue and sexcapade to get through. Expect these, er - anon, yeah? ^_^ ENJOY!
Warnings: Possible OOC and a very sick Tyson. Not that way, fandom, minds out of gutter please, kthnx. He's ill.
Disclaimer: We don't own AAR, because if we did, that would be just the teeniest bit sick and wrong. Also, if you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, BACK YOU DEVILS, BACK! You are not welcome here. ^_^ Seriously, you'll just scar yourself for life. Save yourself the pain!
...bye, Tyson. :D
Summary: It started with a simple headache. AKA, Tyson is sick, but no one realises until muuuuch later. \o/
AN: OMG FINISHED. FINISHED LIKE A FINISHED THING. And this part is RIDICULOUSLY long, so will probably be in three, maybe even four parts. *facepalm*
Also, we're near collapsing ourselves here - it's nearly two in the morning, we've been drinking since seven, and we still have the epilogue and sexcapade to get through. Expect these, er - anon, yeah? ^_^ ENJOY!
Warnings: Possible OOC and a very sick Tyson. Not that way, fandom, minds out of gutter please, kthnx. He's ill.
Disclaimer: We don't own AAR, because if we did, that would be just the teeniest bit sick and wrong. Also, if you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, BACK YOU DEVILS, BACK! You are not welcome here. ^_^ Seriously, you'll just scar yourself for life. Save yourself the pain!
...bye, Tyson. :D
Summary: It started with a simple headache. AKA, Tyson is sick, but no one realises until muuuuch later. \o/
AN: OMG FINISHED. FINISHED LIKE A FINISHED THING. And this part is RIDICULOUSLY long, so will probably be in three, maybe even four parts. *facepalm*
Also, we're near collapsing ourselves here - it's nearly two in the morning, we've been drinking since seven, and we still have the epilogue and sexcapade to get through. Expect these, er - anon, yeah? ^_^ ENJOY!
Warnings: Possible OOC and a very sick Tyson. Not that way, fandom, minds out of gutter please, kthnx. He's ill.
Disclaimer: We don't own AAR, because if we did, that would be just the teeniest bit sick and wrong. Also, if you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, BACK YOU DEVILS, BACK! You are not welcome here. ^_^ Seriously, you'll just scar yourself for life. Save yourself the pain!
...bye, Tyson. :D
Summary: It started with a simple headache. AKA, Tyson is sick, but no one realises until muuuuch later. \o/
AN: Even longer than we thought it was going to be, my god. Still growing! To those of you who have fallen, exhausted, by the wayside, we understand and apologise. For those of you still reading, we admire your impressive stamina. Another big shout out to popcultaddict for the awesomesauce picture she kindly let us use to make our (first ever, zomg!) banner. :D
Title: Touching the Sky Rating: PG Warnings: Insanity and the merest hint of sexual behaviour. Also, language. WINGFIC. Pairing: Nick/Tyson Word Count: 1805 Disclaimer: If this story is about you or a famous friend of yours, I wouldn't read, honestly. You don't need this kind of pain. ^_^ No one mentioned in this is in any way affiliated with me.
Summary: "No one noticed immediately when Tyson’s glitter-phase ended..." Or, in which Tyson changes the habits of a lifetime because he has newer, shinier ones now.
AN: written for the gorgeous and fragrant lullula and popcultaddict after the discussion on this post. I blame them entirely. Also, very short and written in far too little time.
Warnings: Possible OOC and a very sick Tyson. Not that way, fandom, minds out of gutter please, kthnx. He's ill.
Disclaimer: We don't own AAR, because if we did, that would be just the teeniest bit sick and wrong. Also, if you've got here by googling yourself or your famous friends, BACK YOU DEVILS, BACK! You are not welcome here. ^_^ Seriously, you'll just scar yourself for life. Save yourself the pain!
...bye, Tyson. :D
Summary: It started with a simple headache. AKA, Tyson is sick, but no one realises until muuuuch later. \o/
AN: This thing is growing by the minute, my god. Hope y'all still like it, though! Also, a big shout out to popcultaddict for her awesome love and support and the awesomesauce picture she kindly let us use to make our (first ever, zomg!) banner. :D
Name/Nickname: Zoe Age: 16 Location (no addresses, please! Friends, not stalkers ^_^): Pennsylvania What you love most about Alex Rider: Alex's puns/sarcasm, good fanfic,…
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Name/Nickname: Zoe
Age: 16
Location (no addresses, please! Friends, not stalkers ^_^): Pennsylvania
What you love most about Alex Rider: Alex's puns/sarcasm, good fanfic,…