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Fic Recs: Bandslash: FOB, PaTD, MCR, Interband
Something my mother says: Kindness doesnt take anymore out of you than indifference. Get on that, world.
A few thouroughly fabulous things I've read in the past week:
Unreliable Narrators byredbrickrose
PaTD, Ryan/Brendon
If you’ve thoroughly convinced yourself something is (or isn’t) true, then you aren’t really lying to yourself as long as no one else knows the difference. That’s Ryan Ross’s third rule for narrating your own life. However, narrating your own life requires a certain amount of omniscient self-awareness. So, then, the fact that Ryan is simultaneously consciously in love with Brendon and in denial about it isn’t really a problem. The fact that he can now articulate this and is experiencing actual cognitive dissonance means that the denial piece has stopped working as well as it should and that, well, that could be a problem.
Tell Me To Stop byairgoidslv
PaTD, Spencer/Brendon, D/s themes
Hottest thing I've read in a long time. Also, long, plotty and intense. I have so much love for this story.
Spencer feels humiliatingly awkward asking about payment, but this is kind of like tutoring, in a way, and he doesn’t want the issue to come up later, at a less convenient time. “Um,” he tries, gritting his teeth and looking for a way to make this sound like he’s not suggesting Brendon is a prostitute. “Do you need any…compensation? For expenses,or gas, or anything?”
To his relief, Brendon just laughs, lips twisting in amusement and eyes bright. “You can feed me sometimes ifyou want,” he offers, “but I’m going to be getting a lot of great sex out of the deal, so.”
Spencer can’t seem to stop himself from asking, “How do you know it will be great sex?”
Brendon just winks at him. “I have a good sense about these things.”
Asking to be Born bylontime_lurker
FOB, Pete/Patrick, Mpreg
Long, plotty, sweet mpreg. Magical realism FTW, etc, etc.
"I'm not enough of a grown-up to handle this," Pete groans as he goes over the chart from the dietitian, trying to calculate whether he's getting enough protein for baby's muscles to develop properly.
"You'renot enough of a grown-up to handle this?" cries Patrick in exasperation. "You might be an eternal child and everything, all right,but I'm barely 25 for fuck's sake. How'm I going to be a dad?"
But Pete's expression has gone all...melty. "You're going to be a dad," he repeats dreamily, touching a stomach just beginning to soften, and Patrick understands that he's fucked.
Drove it Like She Stole It bywarmingweather
PaTD, Jon/girl!Spencer, genderswap (obviously)
This story is... oddly hot.
On the night they play a sold-out show in Tampa, Jon breaks up with his girlfriend and Spencer fucks her drum tech.
Those two things aren't really related.
Vertigo bysori1773
PaTD, Spencer/Brendon, AU
AU where Brendon is a pediatritian, Spencer is a journalist, and Ryan is a nurse; long. About as awesome as you'd expect (as long as you were expecting ridiculously awesome).
Once Like a Spark byjewels667
PaTD, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Brendon, College-ish AU thing
Authors note says: I wanted to write a story about first love and how it messes you up and changes you. This is what happened. Which I think is a pretty god description. Anothoer longish story -- I seem to be liking them long an plotty lately.
Spencer feels a hand on his shoulder, and he turns on his stool to look at the guy sitting next to him. The really, really hot guy sitting next to him.
"Hi," hot guy says, and smiles slow and warm and it makes something in Spencer's belly catch fire and twist.
"Hi," Spencer says warily, his own smile sliding off his face because this kind of stuff doesn't happen to him. Random really, really attractive strangers with liquid brown eyes and shiny hair don't just randomly strike up conversations with Spencer. Like ever.
"Oh hey, no. No. Don't do that," the hot guy says, and Spencer's brow wrinkles in confusion, because he's not doing anything except trying not to make a total ass out of himself. "Smile. You should always smile," the guys says by way of explanation.
here there be things you've never known by lalejandra (octette)
MCR, Frank/Jamia, ridiculously hot-sweet het
Frank and Jamia together make my stomach go all fluttery and happy. This story has much the same effect on me. Also,mcee's newest Jamia picspam provides fabulous visuals to accompany it, if you're into that sort of thing. I have such a ridiculous crush on Jamia. She's so fierce.
The girls who are allowed at shows are coat racks. They stand in the fucking back of the venue, and they hold their boyfriends' coats, while the idiot boys jump around. The rest of them, the girls like Jamia, they show up to a couple of shows, try the pit or being pressed u pagainst the barriers, if the clubs even has barriers. They get bottles thrown at their heads, hands on their tits, and spit in their face.
They don't usually come back.
Existing Unknowning byrossetti
PaTD, GSF, D/s themes(!!!)
Hot, long, has plot. Soooo good.
There's nothing on the surface, nothing tactile that would match the burst capillaries under the skin. The skin's a bit warm in places, over the reddened bits but not the yellowed, but Ryan's not sure if that's their fingers or the bruises themselves. "Do they hurt?" Brendon whispers, keeping his touch and his voice light.
"No," Ryan answers, after a pause. "Not really. There's never a lot of pain, or it fades quickly. Then there's just the color under the skin. If you press on them," Ryan shakes his left hand free, puts his thumb over the largest bruise and pushes down until the skin around it is white, "if you press on them, you can feel it again, just for a second."
All in Your Mind by Stele3
PaTD, Spencer/Ryan
For me, this story is mostly about friendship-love, intertwinning self-ness. Feeling safe. The give and take of the brother-friend-other relationship of Ryan and Spencer, the weird sort of circular peaks of know/unknowning/awareness that Stele's Ryan has. It has a fabulous cadence to it. One of the best things I've read in a while.
He didn't worry that Spencer would make fun of him – weirdly, he kind of worried that he wouldn't. Spencer made fun of everyone and everything that wasn't smaller than he was; Ryan still remembered (with a smile) when he'd made Carrie Nelson cry in third grade (she'd totally had it coming, the other kids had even cheered). It'd feel weird if he made an exception for Ryan.
Something my mother says: Kindness doesnt take anymore out of you than indifference. Get on that, world.
A few thouroughly fabulous things I've read in the past week:
Unreliable Narrators by
redbrickrosePaTD, Ryan/Brendon
If you’ve thoroughly convinced yourself something is (or isn’t) true, then you aren’t really lying to yourself as long as no one else knows the difference. That’s Ryan Ross’s third rule for narrating your own life. However, narrating your own life requires a certain amount of omniscient self-awareness. So, then, the fact that Ryan is simultaneously consciously in love with Brendon and in denial about it isn’t really a problem. The fact that he can now articulate this and is experiencing actual cognitive dissonance means that the denial piece has stopped working as well as it should and that, well, that could be a problem.
Tell Me To Stop by
airgoidslvPaTD, Spencer/Brendon, D/s themes
Hottest thing I've read in a long time. Also, long, plotty and intense. I have so much love for this story.
Spencer feels humiliatingly awkward asking about payment, but this is kind of like tutoring, in a way, and he doesn’t want the issue to come up later, at a less convenient time. “Um,” he tries, gritting his teeth and looking for a way to make this sound like he’s not suggesting Brendon is a prostitute. “Do you need any…compensation? For expenses,or gas, or anything?”
To his relief, Brendon just laughs, lips twisting in amusement and eyes bright. “You can feed me sometimes ifyou want,” he offers, “but I’m going to be getting a lot of great sex out of the deal, so.”
Spencer can’t seem to stop himself from asking, “How do you know it will be great sex?”
Brendon just winks at him. “I have a good sense about these things.”
Asking to be Born by
lontime_lurkerFOB, Pete/Patrick, Mpreg
Long, plotty, sweet mpreg. Magical realism FTW, etc, etc.
"I'm not enough of a grown-up to handle this," Pete groans as he goes over the chart from the dietitian, trying to calculate whether he's getting enough protein for baby's muscles to develop properly.
"You'renot enough of a grown-up to handle this?" cries Patrick in exasperation. "You might be an eternal child and everything, all right,but I'm barely 25 for fuck's sake. How'm I going to be a dad?"
But Pete's expression has gone all...melty. "You're going to be a dad," he repeats dreamily, touching a stomach just beginning to soften, and Patrick understands that he's fucked.
Drove it Like She Stole It by
warmingweatherPaTD, Jon/girl!Spencer, genderswap (obviously)
This story is... oddly hot.
On the night they play a sold-out show in Tampa, Jon breaks up with his girlfriend and Spencer fucks her drum tech.
Those two things aren't really related.
Vertigo by
sori1773PaTD, Spencer/Brendon, AU
AU where Brendon is a pediatritian, Spencer is a journalist, and Ryan is a nurse; long. About as awesome as you'd expect (as long as you were expecting ridiculously awesome).
Once Like a Spark by
jewels667PaTD, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Brendon, College-ish AU thing
Authors note says: I wanted to write a story about first love and how it messes you up and changes you. This is what happened. Which I think is a pretty god description. Anothoer longish story -- I seem to be liking them long an plotty lately.
Spencer feels a hand on his shoulder, and he turns on his stool to look at the guy sitting next to him. The really, really hot guy sitting next to him.
"Hi," hot guy says, and smiles slow and warm and it makes something in Spencer's belly catch fire and twist.
"Hi," Spencer says warily, his own smile sliding off his face because this kind of stuff doesn't happen to him. Random really, really attractive strangers with liquid brown eyes and shiny hair don't just randomly strike up conversations with Spencer. Like ever.
"Oh hey, no. No. Don't do that," the hot guy says, and Spencer's brow wrinkles in confusion, because he's not doing anything except trying not to make a total ass out of himself. "Smile. You should always smile," the guys says by way of explanation.
here there be things you've never known by lalejandra (
octette)MCR, Frank/Jamia, ridiculously hot-sweet het
Frank and Jamia together make my stomach go all fluttery and happy. This story has much the same effect on me. Also,
mcee's newest Jamia picspam provides fabulous visuals to accompany it, if you're into that sort of thing. I have such a ridiculous crush on Jamia. She's so fierce.The girls who are allowed at shows are coat racks. They stand in the fucking back of the venue, and they hold their boyfriends' coats, while the idiot boys jump around. The rest of them, the girls like Jamia, they show up to a couple of shows, try the pit or being pressed u pagainst the barriers, if the clubs even has barriers. They get bottles thrown at their heads, hands on their tits, and spit in their face.
They don't usually come back.
Existing Unknowning by
rossettiPaTD, GSF, D/s themes(!!!)
Hot, long, has plot. Soooo good.
There's nothing on the surface, nothing tactile that would match the burst capillaries under the skin. The skin's a bit warm in places, over the reddened bits but not the yellowed, but Ryan's not sure if that's their fingers or the bruises themselves. "Do they hurt?" Brendon whispers, keeping his touch and his voice light.
"No," Ryan answers, after a pause. "Not really. There's never a lot of pain, or it fades quickly. Then there's just the color under the skin. If you press on them," Ryan shakes his left hand free, puts his thumb over the largest bruise and pushes down until the skin around it is white, "if you press on them, you can feel it again, just for a second."
All in Your Mind by Stele3
PaTD, Spencer/Ryan
For me, this story is mostly about friendship-love, intertwinning self-ness. Feeling safe. The give and take of the brother-friend-other relationship of Ryan and Spencer, the weird sort of circular peaks of know/unknowning/awareness that Stele's Ryan has. It has a fabulous cadence to it. One of the best things I've read in a while.
He didn't worry that Spencer would make fun of him – weirdly, he kind of worried that he wouldn't. Spencer made fun of everyone and everything that wasn't smaller than he was; Ryan still remembered (with a smile) when he'd made Carrie Nelson cry in third grade (she'd totally had it coming, the other kids had even cheered). It'd feel weird if he made an exception for Ryan.