Story Rec'ing Thread

Title: Klea
Author: Neon_Baby
Story Type: Oneshot, original fiction
Rating: PG
Genre: -
Status: complete
Reason for reccing: It's short but sweet and absolutely beautifully written. It reads like song lyrics.
Summary: Those black roses are going to wilt.

Excerpt:
This liquor is so strong and yet you don't drink it. Whisky and your taste, they'll never burn my throat again. And I miss those days you stumbled drunk and I fought the world.

My silly drinker, somehow you made this too simple.

Title: The Legend of No One
Author: break.my.bones
Story Type: original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fantasy
Status: incomplete
Reason for reccing: it's mysterious, has a gorgeous layout, and the writing style is absolutely wonderful. Plus, it's about superheroes and villains - there aren't many stories like that on Mibba that are this well written.
Summary:

The wind is my whisper;
The thunder is my cry;
The shadows, my heart.

I am No One,
And this is my legend.

Excerpt:

“You have three seconds to drop the gun and drop to your knees, or you drop dead.”

The voice seemed to radiate from within the walls, originating from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. The man with the handgun looked around frantically, his beady eyes peering out from beneath the ski mask, searching in vain for the source of the voice. Who had said it? It seemed like a whisper, nothing more than a wisp of the criminal’s imagination, but then why had it seemed to be said from right behind him…?

“I’m not joking, you dumbass. One.”

“Who’s there?” the robber demanded as he spun around. There was no way he was crazy enough to imagine the same voice twice. Someone must have been in the room with him, but who? And where? When he broke into the house, he made sure no one – no one – was around to catch him. He knew that the owners of this house weren’t at home, either; the gun he carried was brought along merely as a precaution.

The man was beginning to sweat, and the familiar feeling that someone was watching him was making his spine tingle. He wanted to believe that the voice was only a figment of his imagination, that his nervousness was getting to him, but he could not take that sort of risk. It was dark out, after all; whoever was speaking could have easily found a shadow to mask himself. He considered firing a shot or two, but was it worth it? There was a slim chance he would actually hit the mysterious stranger, since he would be firing so blindly – and besides, the sound of gunshots would immediately attract attention in this secluded suburban town.

“Two.”

Title: You're Gonna Love Me
Author: Robert Sheehan
Story Type: Fanfiction, AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Teen
Status: Complete

Reason for reccing: Even though I only stumbled across this story yesterday, it has become one of my top favorites, especially in reference to Frerard fanfiction. The range of emotions is amazing, as is the character developement. Also, I like how the story isn't sappy and all lovey-dovey. It feels like what someone would really go through in real life. That is, if they were an arrogant and self-centered person who is determined to get what they want.

Summary: "From that moment, I knew that I had to have him, and I would stop at nothing to get him."

Excerpt: I was heading towards English after lunch, taking the long route behind the buildings, when I saw a figure in front of me, turning towards the Math classes. Due to his hasty exit yesterday, I hadn’t had the chance to make any kind of promises to Gerard, which basically meant this, was the perfect, open opportunity. I quickly changed direction, English holding no interest for me now – not that it held much in the first place.

“Oi! Carlson! I called as I headed after him, he spun around on his heel, smirking when he saw me coming.

“Aw, look at you trying to be all tough,” he mocked, I glared at him, and before he could open his mouth again, I had reached out and shoved him back into the wall. He let out a short laugh. “Aw, did I upset you? Why don’t you get your boyfriend to kiss it better?” he mocked.

“Now lets just get one thing straight here,” I told him in a low threatening tone, “Now you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, I don’t care, but you leave Gerard out of this. He has nothing to do with it.”

“He’s a fag, just like you,” Jake said softly, I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to punch him there and then.

“Actually no, he’s not. He’s as straight as a plank of wood, trust me. But even if he wasn’t, you leave him alone. If you have a problem with him, then you take it out on me, okay?” I told him, before leaning in and adding, “Unless of course it’s just because you’re jealous, because you know I’ll never want you in the way I wanted him. Trust me, jealousy is an incredibly unattractive trait, honey,” I whispered seductively. His expression hardened, and suddenly I was the one with my back pinned against the wall.

“Shut, the fuck, up.” Jake growled.

“Stay away from Gerard,” I warned, “Or I’ll be telling everyone what happened last semester.” I threatened, he hesitated for a moment before letting go of my shirt and stepping backwards, he opened his mouth to speak for a moment before closing it again, and hurrying away without a second glance. I smiled, watching as he disappeared. Like I said, he only had a problem with my sexuality, because he was denying his.

Title: You Fill My Sails With Your Wasted Breath
Author: Pop Goes the Secret
Story Type: Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Action, Adventure
Reason for reccing: Contest prize

Summary:
When you read novels, aren't you just dying for the protagonist to figure it out before they actually have to look up the information? Don't you wish you could jump into the book and do it all the correct way? Ariella Becker has had it with books and how they work out in that cliche manner. She approaches everything as if it were a book, expecting her life to go just as smoothly. Only problem is that her life isn't a book. She isn't going to be able to just stop reading when the going gets tough.

Books don't bleed. Books don't hurt.

Humans do.

Excerpt (beginning of chap. 1):
In books, do you ever get wicked peeved at the protagonist? Aren't you just dying for them to figure it out before they actually have to look up the information? Well, that's how I feel. That's why I research every book I've ever read, which ranged from stories about angels to demons to vampires to werewolves to were cats, to fricken anything. I hate when people are ignorant in books when we're in an age where there's a thing called Google and Bing. Come on, man. We've even got a Wikipedia!

You can search just about anything now a days. Not to mention everyone feels like writing a book on everything. Come on, Anne Rice wrote about vampires and not to mention stuff about Jesus. I mean, who hasn't written about crazy stuffs? I just find it annoying that protagonists in stories can't figure things out earlier. But that's alright. At least I'll never have to worry about. Well, maybe not never. With all this knowledge comes consequences. Knowledge is the fuel for recklessness, as I always say. Maybe not but that's alright. This is not a normal case. I'm not normal.

My best friend Katie and I were at the library one summer morning. It was the Friday before summer vacation ended and what better way to spend the day then sitting in an air conditioned room full of books and no parents? Then again, we did have to do a project we waited until the very end of the summer to do. It was a lot of work of course so we started early. And being two teenage girls going into junior year, we had much better things to do. "So, what are we going to do?" Katie asked me.

Title: My Blood Is Singing With Your Voice
Author: abluegirl
Story Type: Fanfiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Teen, Romance (Dubious), Slash, Horror
Status: Complete
Reason for reccing: It's quite possibly the most disturbing thing I'e ever read. And I mean that as a complement. It sent chills down my spine to read it.
Summary: He doesn't feel love, at least not in the way normal people do, but he's fairly certain this is as close to love he's going to get.
Excerpt:

"When Blaine first saw Kurt standing on the grand staircase, the words that flew through his mind were pure, beautiful and untouched. Everything about Kurt conveyed his innocence: it was revealed through his apprehensive tone of voice, the way that he gawked at his surroundings with wide eyes and his obvious belief that his outfit would allow him to pass as a Dalton student. Blaine knew who he was, of course. He, Wes and David had tracked down New Directions' performances from the previous year on YouTube and had analyzed the team, looking for potential weaknesses.

Smiling, he turned toward the potential weakness standing on the staircase and offered his hand. "My name's Blaine," he said. He feigned ignorance of Kurt's identity when accepting Kurt's own introduction and then turned on the charisma, offering a wide smile and a casual wink. Charming Kurt was easy - Kurt radiated sadness and insecurity and seemed to be the type of boy who would be easily captivated by the kindness and sincerity that Blaine projected.

"The Warblers are rock stars," he said when Kurt inquired about school's glee club. In his own mind, that was what they were - with himself as the larger-than-life front man of the school's premiere musical group - and they were due to perform within minutes. Blaine knew right away that he wanted to flaunt his vocal prowess before Kurt to both intimidate and impress him."

Title: Tainted Blood
Author: Cynical Lover
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Drama, Adventure
Status: In Progress/Updated Daily
Reason for reccing: I absolutely love this story and it needs more recognition than it is getting. It is wonderfully written and the story is simply captivating. The characters themselves are also original and relatable.
Summary: For centuries humans lived obliviously to the supernatural. It wasn’t until a vampire killed a very rich and powerful woman that their whole existence came to light. There were too many witnesses to the murder for the supernatural to try to cover it up. Most of the supernatural still stay out of human sight, preferring to live in their own world rather than partake in human society. After all, they have their own government, that they listened to, why would they follow simple human laws?

Excerpt: “Demetri is the name, wolf.” He said as he grasped her hand and placed a light kiss on her knuckles. Ace ripped her hand out of his hold and clenched it into a fist. “I know you have many secrets. You reek of fear and mystery.” He replied.

“You don’t know shit!” She spat before quickly walking away from him.

“You wouldn’t be so defensive if I was wrong.” He pointed out as he appeared in front of her.

“Stop doing that.” She exclaimed, frustrated at his continuous use of teleporting.

“You certainly get frustrated easy.” He mused.

“Why do you care so much, demon? Why are you interested in me?” She asked.

“You caught my eye.” He replied with a shrug.

“And that gives you the right to harass me?” She asked.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t like to answer questions, you sure are asking me a lot.” He said with a smirk. “How about this; for every question I answer, you must answer one of mine.”

“Not interested, because you didn’t catch my eye.” She replied, before walking away.

Reccing:
Title: Olive Juice and Elephant Shoes http://stories.mibba.com/read/369629/Olive-Juice-and-Elephant-Shoes/
Author: Heart-Shaped Box.
Story type: Fanfict (frerard)
Rating: I think its PG13!
Status: Completed one-shot
Summary: Frank is really pro-environment and stubborn and Gerard just loves him.
Reasons for Reccomending: Its amazing; really well-written and cute. Just so adorable and sweet. She really deserves comments on this one. <3
Exerpt: It was Frank's idea to fly out yesterday, Gerard suddenly remembers, because, if he remembers correctly, this way they could get to California early and have a couple of hours to kill in San Francisco before taking their rental car up north to see Frank's retired parents for the holiday. Gerard wanted to leave days earlier so they could have entire days to kill, have their own little vacation first, but Frank put up an argument until they both begrudgingly agreed on today. Gerard's eyes wander around the almost empty terminal and he thinks bitterly, merry Christmas.

Outside of the window, Gerard can see a flight get canceled, people getting off the plane going to Dallas Fortworth that they just boarded half an hour ago. He's got his feet crossed Indian style, forming a bowl of space for Frank to rest his head in, and when he finally looks back down at Frank, sleeping and curled up on his side across the thin black leather seats, he starts to feel a bit better about the whole canceled flight and whispered argument.

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fun ghoul ezio.:

Title: Envision the Magic
Author: FunGhoul
Story Type: Fan fiction (Frerard)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, drama
Status: Active - chapter 9 posted

Summary:
Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them.

That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank.

Excerpt:
Minutes before, when they’d been standing outside just waiting for him to invite them in, he’d thrown Lisa a panicky glance that was practically screaming “Is this kid mine?” When she had sort of shrugged him a vague “Maybe?” it was as though his brain went completely haywire. In the end he’d somehow managed to finally pull himself together and invited them in.

His lips and voice had been struggling through the standard set of sentences where he apologized for the mess, then the fact that he only had leftover pizza to offer them, and then the mess again. He automatically grabbed old newspapers and magazines off the table and pointlessly tucked them away somewhere else. He watched his own hands arrange the pillows on the couch, but he felt so disconnected. His head found itself in a different world ruled by frantic conditions; his thoughts were impossible to grasp and lock down.

My reason for reccing:
This story has the potential to be absolutely fantastic. Although it is not complete, after only nine chapters it is such a good read - it'll get you hooked. Hands-down one of my favourite Frerard's - definitely something that will stick in my memory due to an original plotline, well written prose and well-developed characters. The story is not rushed into either, which wins Brownie-points in my opinion.

Title: Photography
Author: Teddy.
Rating: Pg-13
Type: Original
Genres: Romance, Drama, Teen
Reason for reccing: It flows really well together, and has a deep sense of mystery while still letting you know about what happened. It's a fantastic story.
Summary:
A college drop-out talks about how it all went wrong.

Excerpt:
On my first break, we spoke about it. I told him that being popular wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and how I found out the hard way. He said I was never popular, only ‘infamous’. He asked me if I wanted to sell my camera to make some extra cash now that they would be charging me rent. I objected, but he said that a career in photography had passed by now, unless the pornographic industry was hiring.

I told my dad about everyone who took the piss out of me at college and he told me I deserved it. He said that he would continue to make snide comments too until he saw that justice had been served. He pointed out that Oli and Jennifer were the only ones who didn’t deserve the “shit” they got. He said the only thing they deserved was privacy.

They’re still not a couple; only a pair of drunken sluts. I don’t know why I wasted my time.

Title: Tin Pan Alley
Author: Melly Belly.
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fantasy
Status: Completed two-shot.
Reason for reccing: It won first place in my contest. I, also, found it to be a wonderful and original 20s piece featuring Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie. It really brought you inside the world. Also, the world was so fresh and new. It was quite the entry.
Summary: Brendon is a songwriter on Tin Pan Alley who is down on his luck in the inspiration department,
but that all changes when a beautiful guitar players blows into his store.

Excerpt: “Well that sounded great.” A voice came from the doorway. Brendon looked up from behind his piano to see a boy about his age standing with both hands in his pockets and a guitar behind his back.

Brendon made somewhat of a sarcastic noise. “Gee, thanks. One of my keys got stuck.”

The other boy stepped into the shop shyly. “I can help with that.” He tentatively put his fingers on the top and began to lift it up. Once the boy found the problem he pulled on the stuck hammer and let go allowing the key to fly up. “There.” The boy smiled proudly.

Brendon sat speechless, he’d never seen someone fix a piano so quickly. “That was…wow.” His words, or lack of, made the boy blush.

“Thank you. I’m Ryan, by the way.” The boy offered his hand and Brendon gladly wrapped both hands over it.

“Swell! I’m Brendon. I own this old joint. Were you coming in for some music?” Brendon motioned to Ryan’s guitar.

“Oh!” Ryan spun a little to grab his guitar. “Well, actually I just stopped to watch the girls, but I could use some new material.”

Brendon got up from his piano seat without pushing it back first causing his legs to hit under the keys. “Oof.” he nervously laughed and ran a hand through his slick hair. Something about this boy was making Brendon feel light headed.

Title: Look Alive Sunshine
Author: Fun Ghoul Ezio.
Story Type: Fan Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Action
Status: Active - chapter 7 posted
Reason for reccing: This story is seriously the best Killjoy story that I've ever read. It's realistic and has platonic relationships as the main focus(which I never see around here).

That and nobody seems to have discovered it yet. It has a handful of subscribers, but I'm absolutely shocked that a story this good isn't getting more recognition, so I thought I'd get the word out a little bit :)

Summary: Once upon a time, the Killjoys had names. They had friends, they had family, they had love.

But now, all of this is gone, erased from their memories. Now, it is 2019 and California has collapsed and The Corporation, led by a man known only as The Doctor, is in charge. He controls everything, from weapons to food to the people themselves.

Except The Killjoys. Because they're not just going to sit back. They have to find out what happened to their lives, what happened to their names.

They have to fight.

Excerpt: Once in awhile, the other Killjoys would, briefly, remember their own names. It wasn’t uncommon to see Fun Ghoul working on the car and suddenly stiffen up, freezing in his actions. He would start to whisper it over and over again before saying it louder so that everyone who was around could hear it.

“I’m Frank!”

And that would set off Jet Star, who would feel something in his brain connect, neurons frantically working until it all clicked together.

“I’m Ray!”

And if Kobra Kid was there, he’d sit up from where he was working on the Vend-A-Hack, an ingenious, incredibly useful machine that unfortunately required constant work. His eyes would lighten up and he would briefly be transported to 2010, when he was twenty-one years old.

“I’m Mikey,” he’d whisper, smile reaching to his ears.

But despite these revelations, it never stayed. Only hours later, they would have forgotten their own names and that was that. Often, they’d ask Party Poison if he’d remembered his name during the revelation period and he would shake his head.

“Sorry. Nothing today.”

He didn’t really know why he lied to them. They were his best friends, the only people he had in the world, but he couldn’t even tell them what his real name was. The only way he had to justify it was that he simply wasn’t Gerard anymore. That person had died long ago; he really was Party Poison now. He was a Killjoy and his past didn’t matter. All he needed was already in the room with him.

Title: Boychild & Girlchild
Author: starcatcher's city.
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: - (romance, drama,)
Status: Complete; 31 chapters.
Reason for reccing: I stumbled upon it a few days ago, and my eyes devoured all 31 chapters in less than 24 hours; this time was including sleep, family time, and schoolwork. Obviously, it's an amazing read. It's one of those stories that you just can't pull yourself away from. I love the characters, the writing style, the plot... everything about it is wonderful, and I think sharing it with as many people as possible would simply be the right thing to do.
Summary: -
Excerpt: He was at a party, completely enthralled by the Wildchild’s hips swinging west to east, north to south. Eyes following her every move, he began to wonder about her name, about how he could introduce himself; he would not pass her up. He frowned slightly then, for the Adam he knew always knew exactly how to pin a girl under him, catch a quick fling… all the right things to say. Why weren't the words there for him now?
-
Of course, the bimbo would answer her cell phone while the murderer was in the room. Really, who did that?
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Her eyes flashed as strobe lights flowed around the room, a heavy haze at the top of the room where a fan didn’t move. Skinny, tiny fleshthings, girls with not a bit of meat on their bones, laughed in a shrieking tone, their paper-thin skin seeming to be dyed the palest tone of their natural color.

Olive loved these kids.
-
Fingers groped in the darkness, searching for cavities he knew so well; the ridges of her ears, the space between her fingers, the small innie that graced her belly… the things that she shivered over when he touched.
-
Olive snapped to attention, embarrassed to be thinking of sex in a preschool. It made her feel just filthy.

“Yes Misty? What’s wrong, girlchild?” She smiled lightly, getting that grin from the little girl as she giggled.

“Wanna color with me? Mommy bought me a Hello Kitty coloring book, and I really really really don’t wanna color alone,” She frowned, her voice in that matter-of-fact tone she got sometimes.

Alas, the older lady just smiled and nodded, “Go get your colors.”
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“You made me dirty,” She replied, changing the subject with a note of humor in her voice. His eyebrow raised, but he laughed anyways at her abrupt change.

“I did? How? You’ve been at work all day, and I’ve been in class.” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow as they walked, still with his arms looped around her waist, towards his car.

She giggled, shaking her head as she told him not to worry about it, to forget it.
-
Adam found himself doing grocery shopping, picking up all of her favorite foods.

Adam found himself looking at clothes, picking out all of her favorite colors.

Adam found himself at the movies, watching her favorite movie.

He didn't even like bananas, or peach, or zombie flicks, but he wanted to understand her like he never had before.

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Title: Sold
Author: Rudie;
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Tragedy, Mystery, Romance,
Status: Complete; 60 chapters.
Reason for reccing: This story was the reason I joined the site. One of my best friends wrote it, and this was the first piece of her writing that I ever read. That was almost a year ago, and it's still one of my absolute favorite stories on Mibba. It's a tear-jerker, and it tugs at your heartstrings in ways I didn't used to think a piece of fiction could. I honestly think it should be published, but I don't think she'll try; so, instead, might as well try to show her how many people love it, and show the rest of the Mibba community something great. Maybe if she gets more readers and comments, it'll push her towards publishing?
Summary: Lilith used to have just about the perfect life, being the most admired person anywhere she went. She had a mother that loved her, a dad that only wanted the best for her, lived in a great town, had an awesome house, and she had almost everything she could ever want.

The day her mother died, changed it all. Her father turned into some phyco maniac man, and began to hate her with a passion. He took everything from her, and turned her into the anti-social girl that she would have never thought she would ever become.

Since her 14th birthday, Lilith has been raped, abused, put down, and hurt in just about any way possible. Now her father has brought her to an auction, and guess what main the item is...

After the auction is finished off, and she's bought by a very mysterious man, she discovers a few nitty gritty things about her past. Being confused for a very long time, Lillith finally uncovers a dark truth about her families traditions. The only problem is, she might've found out a little too late.

Excerpt: “600!” But not with - WHAT?! I looked at the man in shock. 600?! Who would pay that for...me?!

“700.” What the?! The man just smirked at me as my eyes fell on him. I looked at my dad, who was eying the excited man greedily. He had something set up, I could just...tell. I don’t think I could hate anyone more than I hate my dad.

“Uhh...730..?” The overly excited man sounded a bit unsure now.

My dad’s smirk grew to a big, toothy grin.

“800,” the monotone, bored guy said as my dad turned his grinning face to him.

“820.” The excited man had calmed down.

The bored man just looked at my dad like ‘What the hell?! I thought you said nobody would bid that high!’ Okay, that might be over exaggerating...but...that’s what I got out off the look. My dad just shrugged. Bored guy opened his mouth, to bid again, I guessed.

“900!” someone called from over near the door. Every pair of eyes in the room fell on the door.

90 percent of the people in here were just sitting there. I figured they were just here to watch and see who would get me.
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I finally pried my attention off of the woman and looked at my dad. His jaw was dropped and he looked horrified. The bored guy was looking at the woman with a 'What the fuck?!' look. I wanted to sit down, as my head got light from holding in all my laughter.

"Well?" the woman asked.

"930," Bored guy stated, recovering from his shocked state.

"980," The lady challenged, walking up to the "stage" thing we were on, and sitting on the edge, right by my feet.

She looked up at me and smiled. I just gave her an uneasy look as I rubbed my arms; I was cold. All I was wearing was a very thin, very short, white dress. No shoes, no jacket, nothing but his "dress". It honestly looked like an overly large V-neck tee-shirt.

"1,000," Bored guy said after contemplating with himself. My eyes widened in shock as my gaze fell on him. He just smirked at me again. What's wrong with these people?!

The lady shrugged, "1,050."

Bored guy sighed, "1,500."

My dad was just looking between the two of them greedily. Well, if he did, he doesn't have a plan anymore.
-

“Lillith... are you okay?” Justan asked, knocking my thoughts away and making me focus on reality. I just nodded, but I also noticed he was holding my arms. “You don’t seem okay.” I heard him mutter as he began to walk away. I finally noticed we were in the large house. I had no idea where to go, or where I was. So I just followed Justan, keeping up the title of “Little lost puppy”.

We walked down a big hallway, empty; No rooms, doors, studies. Nada. Just a hallway. Then, as we got to it, I noticed a long, curving flight of stairs. They were dark .. reddish .. and a wood looking color. What color is that? I forgot all about the color as I was led up the winding steps. One by one. One, two, three, four, five.... I counted each stair in my head as we walked up them. I must have seemed very distracted (and I was) because Justan stopped, while we were on the stairs. Sadly, my being distracted led to me bumping into him. His butt!!! Ewwww!!! Ech! Bleh! Rub off the nasty!!! I was freaking out in my head, but my face stayed completely cool, calm, and collected.

I looked up, startled. “Are you sure that you’re okay? You seem ... different.” I didn’t dare say anything, but just nodded and gave a soft smile. Justan just sighed and began to walk up the stairs again. One, two, three, four, five, six ... I started over. I wasn’t upset that he interrupted my counting. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to start over.

Title: If This is Settling Down
Author: fictionalaspect on archiveofourown
Story Type: fanfiction
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco (Ryan/Spencer)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, romance
Status: completed

Reason for reccing: This is the post-split fix-it fic of my heart, not gonna lie. It broke my heart and mostly put it back together again and it's so sad but there's something really hopeful about it too. I think, weirdly enough, that Brendon's my favourite thing about this, and his and Spencer's friendship. They're all perfectly-written in this, though, but none of them are glamourised and none of them are demonised and it's so honest and brutal but lovely, all at the same time.

Summary: Spencer’s not taking the split very well, for certain values of "very well" that means "pretending Ryan Ross doesn’t even exist."

Excerpt: Brendon’s voice rings out across the garden. "Oh, hi Ryan," Brendon says. "Nice to see you and shit. You know what, though? I fucking hate you. You’re a stupid dicksmack who sucks at life and relationships and everything involving other people. You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met."

"Or maybe not," Jon says. He swallows.

"I think he’s venting," Spencer says. He actually knows Brendon’s venting, but he wants to make Jon squirm a little. Brendon had always said the first thing he was going to do when he saw them in person was tell Ryan and Jon exactly what he thought of them. Apparently he was entirely serious.

(Spencer knows that Brendon’s the type who shoves it all deep down inside, who can smile and play nice with the best of them. And once he blows up--once it’s over--the anger’s gone, dissipated into thin air. But while it’s there, it’s fresh and vivid and painful, and Brendon will make sure you feel every second of his fury.

Ryan and Jon probably should have remembered that about Brendon.)

Brendon strides across the garden. Ryan follows him, looking shell-shocked.

"Hi Jon," Brendon says. "You’re a passive-aggressive asshole. You act like nothing’s your fault, even when everything is. You’re a coward who can’t deal with the consequences of his actions."

Brendon lets his words hang for a while. Spencer holds his breath.

"And I’m Brendon," Brendon says finally. "I’m annoying and frustrating and I can’t focus on shit for more than a few minutes. I act like I'm fine with everything when I'm not, and I let everything get all fucked up inside until I freak out on people. And that’s Spencer," Brendon says, pointing at Spencer as though they all need the introduction. "He gets angry when he loves something and it doesn’t go the way he wants. He’s better at holding a grudge than anyone I’ve ever met."

Spencer releases the breath he was holding.

Title: The Bloody Masquerade
Author: Childishinsanity
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Horror
Status: Ongoing

Reason for Reccing: This is a truly awesome story. I thought it was well thought out and interesting with many nuances to keep you interested. The author created an entire world for you to learn about and explore. Definitely worth a good read :)

Summary: Augusta is a witch, the one side of her she prefers to be known, the other she keeps hidden on pain of death. Five years ago she was in charge of a small warlock child. Having killed his own mother who had hunted him for reasons Augusta hadn't been bothered to investigate, she had handed him over to a caring home and never expected to see him again. However, when the child reappears into her life, things begin to go drastically wrong.

Title: The Likelihoods
Author: dr. faustus.
Story Type: Fan fiction (Frikey)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance.
Status: Oneshot

Reason for reccing: Well, first off, I'm a massive Frikey fiend. However, this piece was just gorgeous. Its written in script form and the whole thing just seems so realistic. Its just... beautiful.

Summary:
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
-Eddie Cantor

Excerpt:
FRANK: (Finally meeting Mikey’s eyes) I like separating myself from reality and the tours by just listening to things...my surroundings, Mikey…(Pulls out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He inhales and lights the tip releasing white puffy smoke. As he takes two hits, he cracks the window behind him). This is the third time our tour bus broke down and I feel it’s during these times where we can actually appreciate things.

MIKEY: (He nods in agreement) life literally does fly by when we’re on the road. So, that’s why you like coming here (He makes an understanding expression for Frank’s actions)?

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Title: Please, Let Me Fly...

Author: Engrave My Heart

Story Type: Original fiction.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance/Teen/Tragedy

Status: Just started.

Reason for reccing: It may be only one chapter as of now, but it looks as though it will be an amazing story. It's written very well and looks rather promising.

Summary: Sienna is falling, life isn't meant for her.
Death will be her beginning.

Excerpt: The sound was gentle at first; it was as though a little hummingbird was flapping its wings in my ears. But as I began to fall deeper and deeper into the abyss the gentleness turned to pain, the hummingbird turned into sharp stones rattling around in my brain. Screaming echoed throughout my mind. This must be hell, I thought as I plummeted, down, down, down.

Title: Blood Slushies

Author: PerfectSecond

Story Type: Original Fiction.

Rating: R

Genre: Paranormal/Teen

Status: Just started.

Reason for reccing: I'm her beta and what she's sent me is really promising. Plus, her stories all are completely overlooked and she's never on enough to promote her own work.

Summary: Vampires and werewolves have been enemies since their species diverged in Sumerian times. Now they spend their time fighting over territory while we humans sit safely in our houses, oblivious to the war raging outside.

However, peace is possible, and in Savannah River Valley the two species live anonymously with humans around them. Their treaty of peace prevents the bloodshed, but not the prejudice, and paranoia begins to cloud both sides' vision as news of other clans destroying each other increases.

But the main characters of this story don't really care about any of that.

Excerpt: Kelly McDonald reapplied her glittery lip gloss. The sparkles in her make up mirrored the rainbows of blues, yellows, and pinks of the sky and the setting sun. Fading sunlight glimmered off her straight, brown hair. She was a beautiful girl. A senior and a cheerleader with a nice, tan body and an acne-clear face. And she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, which was the best part according to more than half the football team.

But Mark Hansen wasn't paying attention to any of that. He was staring at two small puncture marks above her left clavicle. He had made those.

Title: Satellite Heart

Author: colour me perfect.

Story type: Original fiction.

Rating: R.

Genre: Romance/Horror.

Status: Complete.

Reason for reccing: Won first place in my contest. The writing is brilliant.

Summary: Because his heart was half black and half beating, and she didn't stand a chance.

Excerpt: The touch was soft, and I knew straight away that it was her. She pulled me into her arms and laid my shaking head against her chest, running her fingers through my hair with the touch of the Heavens. “Tyler, it’s okay,” she whispered, placing kisses against my tear-stained cheeks and rubbing her ivory fingers across my chin. “You’re okay, Tyler. No one’s here but me.”

I opened my eyes, immediately seeking out my hands. There was no blood and no hair, and though the ticking of the clock still consumed me and the shadow was still whispering I could see her and I could feel her touch. And I realized that with a heart of blackened stone it was the closest to Heaven that I would ever reach.

Title: Alone

Author: young at heart

Story type: Fanfiction; ft. John O'Callaghan.

Rating: R.

Genre: Romance/Drama.

Status: Complete.

Reason for reccing: Won second place in my contest. Nice short read.

Summary: “It takes two to fall in love, but I guess I fell in love alone.”

Excerpt: “I’m sorry,” he muttered, and she scoffed.

“Don’t say that. You obviously aren’t.”

“God, Callie, I loved you, and I’m fucking sorry for all the shit I’ve put you through. I guess that’s all in the past now, but I just had to let you know. I need you to know that I still do love you, that I never stopped, and that I’m still waiting for you.”