title: who the hell can see forever?
author: bellbee/nightlark
bands: Panic and MCR, mention of FOB
pairing: mostly gen, but spencer/ryan and frank/gerard if you squint
warnings: post-character death, kinda morbid
word count: ~9500
summary: "He won’t know that his whole past just walked past him, that his history just turned the corner into the bread aisle, where he takes a loaf because all he has in the fridge is mustard and an apple gone bruised. Some parts of them will be the same, but the most important parts might not be, and Spencer can’t breathe.” [purgatory!AU]

a/n: so this fic has been in the works for half a year! it's finally done, though it's incredibly far from what I set out to make it. and holy crap, I actually managed to write a fic where I only mentioned Pete Wentz once. the inspiration for a “purgatory AU” comes from the song “The Trapeze Swinger” by Iron & Wine (title/cut text taken from there as well.) hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading.

OH OH AND it has a soundtrack! click here.

The Cut-Up Pieces of Pictures

 
Word count: ~11000 [in two parts]
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Rating: PG-13 [for language and mild suggestiveness]
Summary:  Sometimes, things make better sense out of order.  Take pictures of all the people you've ever loved and cut them up into arms and legs and faces.  Make a shiny plastic Frankenstein out of them.  This paper doll will be the best friend you've ever had, even if you happened to put together the ugliest bits of everyone. Tuck it in the pocket of your favorite pair of jeans and never take it out.  We all need reminders.
Notes: This is my first bandom fic outside of Big Bang, so yeah!  So much thanks to </a></a>megyal for being my fabulous beta and helping me polish this and pointing out the things I couldn’t catch.  All comments are appreciated.  I hope you enjoy it!  :]

The Cut-Up Pieces of Pictures

 
Word count: ~11000 [in two parts]
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Rating: PG-13 [for language and mild suggestiveness]
Summary:  Sometimes, things make better sense out of order.  Take pictures of all the people you've ever loved and cut them up into arms and legs and faces.  Make a shiny plastic Frankenstein out of them.  This paper doll will be the best friend you've ever had, even if you happened to put together the ugliest bits of everyone. Tuck it in the pocket of your favorite pair of jeans and never take it out.  We all need reminders.
Notes: This is my first bandom fic outside of Big Bang, so yeah!  So much thanks to  megyal for being my fabulous beta and helping me polish this and pointing out the things I couldn’t catch.  All comments are appreciated.  I hope you enjoy it!  :]

1. With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept – Explosions in the Sky

2. Atlantic – Thrice

3. In Circles – Sunny Day Real Estate

4. The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows (Acoustic) – Brand New

5. Something Vague – Bright Eyes

6. In the Arms of Sleep - Smashing Pumpkins

7. Pictures of You – The Cure

8. So Here We Are – Bloc Party

9. Public Pervert – Interpol

10. This Is Twice Now – Lydia

11. Time Is Running Out – Muse

12. The Only Moment We Were Alone – Explosions in the Sky

PLEASE NOTE.  this is not new fic, it is old fic that's been moved from my regular journal (nightlark ) to here.  any new comments should be moved here and if you want to update your del.icio.us bookmarks, feel free :] thanks for reading!

The Reflection Side of Things (Part One)
 

Band(s): PATD, FOB, brief appearances by THS, MCR, CS
Pairing(s): Jon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick, side Greta/Chris and Brendon/Ry
Word Count: ~28,800
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language and mild suggestiveness
Author Notes: this is, um, actually my first bandom fic? yes, I'm well aware I was crazy for doing an epic, but there you go. so many thanks to the mods for putting this kickass project together, to 

daybreak25

Summary: It’s been twenty-one days since he found Spencer. It’s been twenty-one days since the world melted into gray and ended, right before his disbelieving eyes. It’s been exactly twenty-one years since he emerged into the world, cold and startled. Now that old world seems impossible- so full of white light, of lurid spinning color. But nobody, Spencer reminds him, expected the new one.