the fanfiction of flyingtapes

Warning for consensual D/s.

Brendon’s shoulders hurt where they’re stretched out over the bed. More… »

The first time Bob met Spencer Smith, he was an eighteen year old kid with a lot of attitude and a little too much product. More… »

Hayley had just crawled into bed, throwing the covers over her head, when the phone rang. The fucking annoying Danity Kane song Josh had downloaded as her ringtone had her cursing to shut the thing off; they’d been on a plane all evening, finally landing in Nashville at half past midnight, and all Hayley wanted to do was sleep for forty-eight hours and then, maybe, consider breakfast. The air conditioning in the house was set to below freezing, the way she liked it, but she shivered a little as goosebumps rose on her skin. Finally she found her phone in her bag and with a sigh she hit the green button.

“‘Marmosets are highly active, living in the upper canopy of forest trees, and feeding on insects, fruit and leaves. They have long lower incisors, which allow them to chew holes in tree trunks and branches to harvest the gum inside; some species are specialised feeders on gum,'” Charlotte said, and Hayley closed her eyes, hard. More… »

Jon suspected he should probably cut down on the cigarettes when he was chasing after Brendon (who had stolen Jon’s hoodie and raced through the parking lot crowing “Mine mine mine!” like a demented seagull) and had to stop halfway around the corner of the Hushies’ bus to pant and heave like his eighty-year-old Uncle Phil.

“I think I should probably stop smoking,” Jon said, looking up at Zack.

“That shit’ll kill you,” Zack agreed. “Now get the fuck back on the bus.” More… »

Follow up to waiting for the lights to go.

Bob got exactly one warning that Frankie Iero had showed up on her doorstep. More… »

Based off idyll’s Not a Pretty Girl Series, which was the most amazing journey through the life of Bob Bryar (sound engineer, drummer, girl). These are the continuing adventures of girl!Bob. More… »

The Really Really Really Ridiculously Good-Looking Tour ends on a high note, everyone piling offstage and into a big, raucous group hug. After two and a half months on the road with these guys, it doesn’t matter that everyone is sweaty and kind of gross; that much time together means bonding on levels previously unthought of, anyway. Besides which, Gabe takes personal offense to non-participants in the group hug, so even the techs and the security guys get in on it. More… »

Warning for consenual D/s.

As Spencer adjusted his bowtie in the mirror behind the bar, he let the uncertainty that had plagued him for the last week flood his brain just the once before he committed to this. More… »

Mikey thinks it would probably be weirder walking into his ex-boyfriend’s bar with his wife if he hadn’t played picture-message phone tag with Pete just last week. It was something they did every once in awhile, especially when they were both on tour and stayed in hotels whose only element of surprise came in whether the breakfast was cold or hot. More… »

Spencer is never, ever late. He makes a point of scheduling multiple alarms on his Sidekick so that he will always be where he’s supposed to be on time, barring Ryan’s make-up emergencies or Brendon’s constant game of forgetting things on the bus.

Of course, multiple alarms really only work if you remember to plug your fucking phone in so that it’s charged and won’t die in the middle of the night. More… »