fics recs, yo
slashxmistress made a rec list of heartbreaker fics and there were a few fics not on the list I wanted to add. Then I realized that 'a few' really meant 'a shitload'. So I decided to make a rec post.
I really have much to say about these fics except, Owowow.
Case No. 002: By the Last Light
They’re just superheroes trying to save the world.
Straight On Till Morning
Cobra Starship hooker fic.
a street for strangers
"a little less sixteen candles" AU.
redemption's son
it's 1967 and flag-burning hippie ryan ross just joined the peace corps because there is NO WAY ryan is going to fucking vietnam. no. people die in vietnam.
snow falling like stars
A panic! fairytale.
and he's alone, and i'm alone, and now i know it
they all stay up, that first night. they all stay up, and spencer reads as much as he can, and has a small, quiet breakdown over the fact that the internet’s gone, that they can’t look up what it is. there’s bruising all across ryan’s ribs - spencer presses his fingers gently and ryan twists away in his sleep, mouth breaking open on a small cry of pain.
of the wings, of the flight, of the dove
Later, Spencer will be glad that it starts in the winter. Heavy jackets and sweaters, caps and scarves and gloves to keep out the cold air, and if nothing else, this keeps things hidden longer than maybe he’d have been able to otherwise. Later, he’s sure, he’ll be thankful for that.
The Watch
I've decided that My Chemical Romance should fight crime.
and never returned to drown again
The kids are all fucked up. Inspired by Nicola Barker's Behindlings.
And When We Get To The Future You Will Fall Apart
After Gerard got arrested, he made the smart move of telling all the policemen, reporters, doctors and legal representatives he was paraded in front of nothing but the absolute truth.
They think it’s funny until a decade later, when he’s still in a hospital, every waking moment accounted for, and yet the bodies are showing up exactly where he predicted.
Of Moons, Birds and Monsters
Brendon Urie shows up in Hollywood, gets lucky and lands a small part in a big ass motherfucker of a movie six months in and becomes the one in a million dark horse that takes the industry by storm.
A Finer Command of Language
I called this the bus accident!fic while I was writing it.
Euphemisms for Insanity (Threw Your Arms In The Air and Said ‘You’re Crazy’)
Spencer lives in the middle of nowhere. He has come to accept this.
One night, Ryan says, “Spencer, you’re so fucking salty, sometimes, you know?” and it’s all over because the next night he comes over and says, “Spencer, I can’t sleep.”
Poets Come To Life
If you ask Peter, he’ll tell you that stories start every fucking second, but none of them start with once upon a time.
If One of us is Going to Suffer, Why Shouldn't it be me?
For Jon's seventeenth birthday he gets a, "Jon, Jonny, honey, you know this had nothing to do with you, don't you," a "We may not love each other anymore, but we still love you," tears sliding down his mother's cheeks, and an eyeful more than he ever wanted to see of his father's new girlfriend (waiting impatiently in the car), Sindi. Jon's pretty sure she was his babysitter when he was ten.
That's just the beginning.
Last Chances, Heart Breaker
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that he’s laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
Afraid of Change, Afraid of Staying the Same
Brendon grows up.
all worn down
sometimes all you need at the end is someone else.
Five Notes to Fall Apart to
They've been together for three hundred and twenty seven days, though Brendon doesn't know this until he looks at the calendar later that night. It's a Tuesday. They're in a dressing room, unfamiliar and distractedly clean, and Brendon's singing Disney at the top of his lungs. He stops when Spencer says you know, sometimes it's really hard to love you.
glory to the world
Brendon rides up the coast until sunrise before turning inland. The zebra’s hooves on pavement are preternaturally loud when the only things making noise are birds and bugs, so he instead rides her across medians and through front lawns.
Blanket Made of Stars
A man of honor, Bob Bryar returned to No Name intending to avenge his stepfather's murder. But when his calculated anger damages the good name of his dead enemy's son, Bryar vows to make amends by marrying Ryan Ross.
American Leather
The day Pete died was also the day I told him “If you’re gonna fucking do it, then why don’t you just stop whining and go fucking do it! And stop trying to take people down with you!” because all Pete really talked about anymore was how he was going to kill himself, how he wasn’t saving up for old age because he wasn’t going to live to see old age and all this shit.
Staring Through the Demons
Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, “So we’re a group of...traveling...personal grooming experts. I guess.”
Patrick looked at Gerard. “And their priest.”
“We’re very spiritual,” Ray mumbled.
The Second Circle
I'll make a summary for this myself. This will be the most amazing you will read in your life if you aren't turned off by the warnings. Okay, maybe not, but it's really amazing.
Uh, I'm sorry for the lack of MCR fics? I haven't read very many sad MCR recently.
If you have any fics to add, please do so in the comments. :D
I really have much to say about these fics except, Owowow.
Case No. 002: By the Last Light
They’re just superheroes trying to save the world.
Straight On Till Morning
Cobra Starship hooker fic.
a street for strangers
"a little less sixteen candles" AU.
redemption's son
it's 1967 and flag-burning hippie ryan ross just joined the peace corps because there is NO WAY ryan is going to fucking vietnam. no. people die in vietnam.
snow falling like stars
A panic! fairytale.
and he's alone, and i'm alone, and now i know it
they all stay up, that first night. they all stay up, and spencer reads as much as he can, and has a small, quiet breakdown over the fact that the internet’s gone, that they can’t look up what it is. there’s bruising all across ryan’s ribs - spencer presses his fingers gently and ryan twists away in his sleep, mouth breaking open on a small cry of pain.
of the wings, of the flight, of the dove
Later, Spencer will be glad that it starts in the winter. Heavy jackets and sweaters, caps and scarves and gloves to keep out the cold air, and if nothing else, this keeps things hidden longer than maybe he’d have been able to otherwise. Later, he’s sure, he’ll be thankful for that.
The Watch
I've decided that My Chemical Romance should fight crime.
and never returned to drown again
The kids are all fucked up. Inspired by Nicola Barker's Behindlings.
And When We Get To The Future You Will Fall Apart
After Gerard got arrested, he made the smart move of telling all the policemen, reporters, doctors and legal representatives he was paraded in front of nothing but the absolute truth.
They think it’s funny until a decade later, when he’s still in a hospital, every waking moment accounted for, and yet the bodies are showing up exactly where he predicted.
Of Moons, Birds and Monsters
Brendon Urie shows up in Hollywood, gets lucky and lands a small part in a big ass motherfucker of a movie six months in and becomes the one in a million dark horse that takes the industry by storm.
A Finer Command of Language
I called this the bus accident!fic while I was writing it.
Euphemisms for Insanity (Threw Your Arms In The Air and Said ‘You’re Crazy’)
Spencer lives in the middle of nowhere. He has come to accept this.
One night, Ryan says, “Spencer, you’re so fucking salty, sometimes, you know?” and it’s all over because the next night he comes over and says, “Spencer, I can’t sleep.”
Poets Come To Life
If you ask Peter, he’ll tell you that stories start every fucking second, but none of them start with once upon a time.
If One of us is Going to Suffer, Why Shouldn't it be me?
For Jon's seventeenth birthday he gets a, "Jon, Jonny, honey, you know this had nothing to do with you, don't you," a "We may not love each other anymore, but we still love you," tears sliding down his mother's cheeks, and an eyeful more than he ever wanted to see of his father's new girlfriend (waiting impatiently in the car), Sindi. Jon's pretty sure she was his babysitter when he was ten.
That's just the beginning.
Last Chances, Heart Breaker
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that he’s laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
Afraid of Change, Afraid of Staying the Same
Brendon grows up.
all worn down
sometimes all you need at the end is someone else.
Five Notes to Fall Apart to
They've been together for three hundred and twenty seven days, though Brendon doesn't know this until he looks at the calendar later that night. It's a Tuesday. They're in a dressing room, unfamiliar and distractedly clean, and Brendon's singing Disney at the top of his lungs. He stops when Spencer says you know, sometimes it's really hard to love you.
glory to the world
Brendon rides up the coast until sunrise before turning inland. The zebra’s hooves on pavement are preternaturally loud when the only things making noise are birds and bugs, so he instead rides her across medians and through front lawns.
Blanket Made of Stars
A man of honor, Bob Bryar returned to No Name intending to avenge his stepfather's murder. But when his calculated anger damages the good name of his dead enemy's son, Bryar vows to make amends by marrying Ryan Ross.
American Leather
The day Pete died was also the day I told him “If you’re gonna fucking do it, then why don’t you just stop whining and go fucking do it! And stop trying to take people down with you!” because all Pete really talked about anymore was how he was going to kill himself, how he wasn’t saving up for old age because he wasn’t going to live to see old age and all this shit.
Staring Through the Demons
Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, “So we’re a group of...traveling...personal grooming experts. I guess.”
Patrick looked at Gerard. “And their priest.”
“We’re very spiritual,” Ray mumbled.
The Second Circle
I'll make a summary for this myself. This will be the most amazing you will read in your life if you aren't turned off by the warnings. Okay, maybe not, but it's really amazing.
Uh, I'm sorry for the lack of MCR fics? I haven't read very many sad MCR recently.
If you have any fics to add, please do so in the comments. :D