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longtime_lurker: Fic: joyful girl (Ashlee gen with Pete/Ashlee, R)
http://longtime-lurker.livejournal.com/16145.html

Tame little rebellions, maybe, but in this family Ashlee's already learned to take what she can get.
"Look, it's like," she says finally, feeling drunk and dumb and bad with words. "I was raised to talk about God when you were sober and sex when you were wasted. As far as I can tell, in your world or whatever, it's basically the other way round." [Lovely, believable traces-canon-and-fills-in-the-gaps type Ashlee-centric fic.]
When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.
REC: Very bittersweet, as well as hot. "When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic."
When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.
From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child.
Good look at Ashlee's life...
She knocks herself out to look hot and ends up looking like Jessica; she wraps herself all around Pete and is quiet and clingy all night. She drinks far too many vodka-redbulls and practically gropes him in all the pictures and then spends half an hour throwing up. -- Transcends fanfiction to be a story in its own right, it's just very very real and inspiring.
Later she'll write a dozen songs trying desperately to reassert that defiance, to recapture those days when she felt so precariously different, so attention-gettingly alive. It won't really work, not once they've passed through the hands of a dozen co-writers and producers and label people and Daddy.
>> From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child. << Oh Ashlee. This was so amazing. I have no words.
marksykins: Panic at the Disco RPS FIC: In Like Flynn, Jon/Ryan, PG-13, 7211 words
http://marksykins.livejournal.com/262229.html
College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.
Ryan already knew that Jon was hot. He had eyes, after all, and he only needed glasses when he drove. He also wasn't stupid. So it wasn't like when Brendon leaned in and whispered (definitely loud enough for Jon to hear), "Ryan, your roommate is so fucking hot," a series of synapses fired in Ryan's brain that ended with him getting a big, fat crush on Jon Walker. He'd already been there long before his friends came for a visit. But just because someone wanted something didn't mean he got it and Ryan knew that, too.
Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.
"Fuck," Ryan exhaled as Pete let him go and Jon walked over to where Spencer and Gabe were lining up a row of empty bottles to do God-only-knew-what. He caught Spencer giving Jon a surprised glance just before Ashlee stole Ryan's hat and pulled his attention back to them. "Hello to you, too," she said pointedly, adjusting the fedora on her head. Ryan's shoulders sagged. "Sorry," he said, and he really did mean it, "that just didn't play out the way I'd expected it to." Ashlee smiled brightly. "Love makes us do funny things!" "When did I get so obvious?" Ryan sighed. "Uh, at least since you were seventeen and posting half-naked pictures of yourself online?" Pete said, and Ryan scowled. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Ross, stop looking at me like that. It's what got me to read your poetry, isn't it?" "So you keep reminding me every two days."
Summary: College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.