maybe a little on the excessive side
Some (oldish) recs:
Bandom: Interband
Someone Has To by charactereyes; MCR, Brian/Bob.
Bob and Brian have an arrangement.
That's what Brian calls it in his head, at least. Out loud he doesn't call it anything, because he knows Bob about as well as anyone and that means he knows that sometimes the subtleties of words make Bob nervous.
Buenos Noches from a Lonely Room by femmequixotic; MCR, Frank/Mikey (Frank/Gerard, Frank/Bob, Mikey/Pete).
Mikey climbs through the window and sits next to him. Frank doesn't say anything, and he manages to hide his surprise well enough he thinks. Instead he hands over the cigarette and pulls another from the pack in the pocket of his shorts. The cellophane is slick under his fingertips.
Torch by sociofemme; MCR, Bob/Gerard, art student AU.
He does find time to have lunch with Mikey, though. It's not a great idea when he has a secret like this, because Mikey is great at getting Gerard to spill everything. He's like a master of interrogation, and Gerard is helpless in front of his powers.
"So I have a crush on this guy," he blurts out, pretty much two seconds after Mikey slides into the diner booth across from him and nods hello.
Mikey just blinks.
There's a Reason They Call it a Crush by iamtheenemy; PaTD, Jon/Brendon, Spencer/Ryan.
“I’m going to Starbucks,” Brendon said by way of greeting as he pushed past Spencer’s raised arm.
“Actually, this is my apartment,” Spencer replied with a raised eyebrow, closing the front door and turning to face Brendon. “But I can see how you’d get confused.”
“I’m going to Starbucks, and you need to tell me if I look good.” Brendon turned in a circle to show off his blue t-shirt and snug jeans. “What do you think?”
And Once a Time by disarm_d; FoB, MCR, PaTD, etc, Spencer/Brendon. Takes place in a castle.
"Three days is not a lot of time," Spencer says, doing his best not to panic.
Earl Mikey shrugs. "It's Pete. He said, 'I'm coming up; you should have a banquet for me; how about Tuesday?'"
"And you said, 'Yes'?" Spencer asks.
The Words We Say by beingothrwrldly; PaTD, FoB, Brendon/Spencer, Brendon/Jon, Brendon/Patrick; stupid kids.
The first time Brendon Urie kisses a boy, he's seventeen.
No Fellow Could Ignore by emilyray; Ryan/Spencer. Ryan returns from school, sexing ensues.
Ryan starts smiling for real, and it's just small, but persistent, like he can't stop it. Spencer still knows that too. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," says Spencer.
Spencer's mom rolls her eyes. "Very manly, boys," she says. "I like your hat, Ryan. Come on, now."
Ryan knocks his shoulder against Spencer's as they start walking towards the baggage claim. It might just be an accident, though.
New Kid Makes a Rule by sinsense; FOB, PaTD, MCR, etc; Joe/Spencer. Au thing.
Joe is maybe totally, bimotastically, gayotronically queer for Spencer.
"Cool," Spencer says. "We need Jell-O."
"Cool," Joe repeats, ignoring the flush that's rising to his face. "It should be lime."
If You Think You're Bulletproof, You're Right by mxtape; MCR, Frank/Gerard, transkidfic.
"Are we doing the right thing?" Gerard whispers, breath warm against Frank's jaw. His fingers are shaking slightly, tracing the rays inked into Frank's elbow, up and down and around in a star shape.
Smile Real Wide by sharpest_rose; Bandom/batman Crossover ficlets. No quote, but these are amazing, even more so, i imagine, to someone more familiar with the batman 'verse. The last one especially is just breathtaking.
Veronica Mars
Broken Toys by theohara; Veronica/Logan, Veronica/Lilly, Veronica/Logan/Lilly, canon relationships; fabulous and broken and bittersweet. What if Lilly hadn't died that day?
And she's looking at you and Logan's looking at her, and you take the shot glass and try to smile.
The first shot tastes horrible, and the second one tastes a little better, and the third one's not so bad and Logan won't let Lilly give you the fourth one. You're lying on the bed with your head in the pillows, tracing the cable that comes out of the ceiling fan with your pointed toe. Which is kind of like a sobriety test, and you're so passing it. Mostly.
Harry Potter
Lamp in the Cooling Room by sansa1970; Harry/Draco, but that's not the point. Will blow your mind.
She sings, "Here come I, the death watch beetle. Chewing away at the great cathedral."
He whips around and his funny-looking coat billows open, its perfect pleats separating like one of those Oriental paper fans her mother fancies so much. Rain drops fly from it and splatter over her face. "Be quiet," he hisses, and she recoils. "I can't think with your whinging and snivelling."
He raises a finger in her direction, and it shakes like a divining rod. She nods, bites her bottom lip, and stares at the dried blood caked under his fingernail. Maroon, she thinks. It'd been one of her vocabulary words that week. It means dark, brownish red-like the stain under the man's nail-and also a firework used to warn for danger.
Time and Again by the_summoning_d; Gen: Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, George Weasley; transfic.
Lee Jordan looked reflexively in the mirror one last time, and sighed in exasperation as he caught himself doing it. He knew he looked fine: he'd been doing this for years after all. He knew there weren't any tell-tale little giveaways. There never had been, really. He tousled his dreads, smirked at his reflection, and slammed shut the lid of his trunk.
A Lifetime of Afters by furiosity; Draco-centric; Warning: non-con, emotional trauma. Sometimes I just click on stuff and start reading it without reading that warnings, and fall madly in love with it, and then... it's too late to turn back. This is one of those things, and it is totally worth the squicky stuff - the plot and execution more than make up for it. Notice the lack of character death warning.
Draco sat down and unfolded The Daily Prophet, bracing himself for the inevitable breathless headlines about Potter's victory.
A photograph of Granger and Weasley walking alongside Hagrid greeted him instead. Draco glanced at the headline.
HARRY POTTER'S FUNERAL TO BE HELD ON FRIDAY
Bandom: Interband
Someone Has To by charactereyes; MCR, Brian/Bob.
Bob and Brian have an arrangement.
That's what Brian calls it in his head, at least. Out loud he doesn't call it anything, because he knows Bob about as well as anyone and that means he knows that sometimes the subtleties of words make Bob nervous.
Buenos Noches from a Lonely Room by femmequixotic; MCR, Frank/Mikey (Frank/Gerard, Frank/Bob, Mikey/Pete).
Mikey climbs through the window and sits next to him. Frank doesn't say anything, and he manages to hide his surprise well enough he thinks. Instead he hands over the cigarette and pulls another from the pack in the pocket of his shorts. The cellophane is slick under his fingertips.
Torch by sociofemme; MCR, Bob/Gerard, art student AU.
He does find time to have lunch with Mikey, though. It's not a great idea when he has a secret like this, because Mikey is great at getting Gerard to spill everything. He's like a master of interrogation, and Gerard is helpless in front of his powers.
"So I have a crush on this guy," he blurts out, pretty much two seconds after Mikey slides into the diner booth across from him and nods hello.
Mikey just blinks.
There's a Reason They Call it a Crush by iamtheenemy; PaTD, Jon/Brendon, Spencer/Ryan.
“I’m going to Starbucks,” Brendon said by way of greeting as he pushed past Spencer’s raised arm.
“Actually, this is my apartment,” Spencer replied with a raised eyebrow, closing the front door and turning to face Brendon. “But I can see how you’d get confused.”
“I’m going to Starbucks, and you need to tell me if I look good.” Brendon turned in a circle to show off his blue t-shirt and snug jeans. “What do you think?”
And Once a Time by disarm_d; FoB, MCR, PaTD, etc, Spencer/Brendon. Takes place in a castle.
"Three days is not a lot of time," Spencer says, doing his best not to panic.
Earl Mikey shrugs. "It's Pete. He said, 'I'm coming up; you should have a banquet for me; how about Tuesday?'"
"And you said, 'Yes'?" Spencer asks.
The Words We Say by beingothrwrldly; PaTD, FoB, Brendon/Spencer, Brendon/Jon, Brendon/Patrick; stupid kids.
The first time Brendon Urie kisses a boy, he's seventeen.
No Fellow Could Ignore by emilyray; Ryan/Spencer. Ryan returns from school, sexing ensues.
Ryan starts smiling for real, and it's just small, but persistent, like he can't stop it. Spencer still knows that too. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," says Spencer.
Spencer's mom rolls her eyes. "Very manly, boys," she says. "I like your hat, Ryan. Come on, now."
Ryan knocks his shoulder against Spencer's as they start walking towards the baggage claim. It might just be an accident, though.
New Kid Makes a Rule by sinsense; FOB, PaTD, MCR, etc; Joe/Spencer. Au thing.
Joe is maybe totally, bimotastically, gayotronically queer for Spencer.
"Cool," Spencer says. "We need Jell-O."
"Cool," Joe repeats, ignoring the flush that's rising to his face. "It should be lime."
If You Think You're Bulletproof, You're Right by mxtape; MCR, Frank/Gerard, transkidfic.
"Are we doing the right thing?" Gerard whispers, breath warm against Frank's jaw. His fingers are shaking slightly, tracing the rays inked into Frank's elbow, up and down and around in a star shape.
Smile Real Wide by sharpest_rose; Bandom/batman Crossover ficlets. No quote, but these are amazing, even more so, i imagine, to someone more familiar with the batman 'verse. The last one especially is just breathtaking.
Veronica Mars
Broken Toys by theohara; Veronica/Logan, Veronica/Lilly, Veronica/Logan/Lilly, canon relationships; fabulous and broken and bittersweet. What if Lilly hadn't died that day?
And she's looking at you and Logan's looking at her, and you take the shot glass and try to smile.
The first shot tastes horrible, and the second one tastes a little better, and the third one's not so bad and Logan won't let Lilly give you the fourth one. You're lying on the bed with your head in the pillows, tracing the cable that comes out of the ceiling fan with your pointed toe. Which is kind of like a sobriety test, and you're so passing it. Mostly.
Harry Potter
Lamp in the Cooling Room by sansa1970; Harry/Draco, but that's not the point. Will blow your mind.
She sings, "Here come I, the death watch beetle. Chewing away at the great cathedral."
He whips around and his funny-looking coat billows open, its perfect pleats separating like one of those Oriental paper fans her mother fancies so much. Rain drops fly from it and splatter over her face. "Be quiet," he hisses, and she recoils. "I can't think with your whinging and snivelling."
He raises a finger in her direction, and it shakes like a divining rod. She nods, bites her bottom lip, and stares at the dried blood caked under his fingernail. Maroon, she thinks. It'd been one of her vocabulary words that week. It means dark, brownish red-like the stain under the man's nail-and also a firework used to warn for danger.
Time and Again by the_summoning_d; Gen: Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, George Weasley; transfic.
Lee Jordan looked reflexively in the mirror one last time, and sighed in exasperation as he caught himself doing it. He knew he looked fine: he'd been doing this for years after all. He knew there weren't any tell-tale little giveaways. There never had been, really. He tousled his dreads, smirked at his reflection, and slammed shut the lid of his trunk.
A Lifetime of Afters by furiosity; Draco-centric; Warning: non-con, emotional trauma. Sometimes I just click on stuff and start reading it without reading that warnings, and fall madly in love with it, and then... it's too late to turn back. This is one of those things, and it is totally worth the squicky stuff - the plot and execution more than make up for it. Notice the lack of character death warning.
Draco sat down and unfolded The Daily Prophet, bracing himself for the inevitable breathless headlines about Potter's victory.
A photograph of Granger and Weasley walking alongside Hagrid greeted him instead. Draco glanced at the headline.
HARRY POTTER'S FUNERAL TO BE HELD ON FRIDAY