an inexplicable occurrence of tentacles by ignipes
[Gerard, John, gen - 1964 words] My Chemical Romance/SGA
*wheezes* This is too funny. When John finally snaps and declares himself His Highness the Royal Emperor and Grand Poohbah of the Whole Entire Pegasus Galaxy, his first imperial decree is going to be that Dr. Frank Iero is never allowed to have any ideas at all, ever again, until the very end of time, forever.

Broken Glass and Rusty Nails by Addictedkitten
[Brendon/Ryan - NC-17 - 3300 words]
Oh wow. Wrist porn. Bruises. Guh. Ignoring the whole kink aspect for a second, the story is really awfully good.

But You Could (Follow Me) by Bettina
[Jon/Spencer - NC-17 - 8495 words]
This story made me see Jon/Spencer. Utterly gorgeous characterisation. Full of warmth, quirky moments, and heart, so much heart.

Crucial Differences Between Movement Supporters by Charli J (LJ)
[Brendon/Ryan - PG - 7500 words]
For a newbie like me, this fic couldn't have been more perfect. It shows off the boys and their relationships perfectly. It's complex, funny, sweet. I couldn't stop reading.

Economies of Scale by disarm_d
[Brendon/Spencer - NC-17 - 9200 words]
I think I quoted half the fic to my best friend so she would know why I couldn't stop laughing. Brendon is such an adorably annoying little tick in this fic it's hilarious. And Spencer has no idea what hit him.

Four Kisses That Meant Nothing, And The One That Meant Something After All by Adellyna
[Jon/Spencer - NC-17 - 2500]
I could go with the obvious, the very hot Mile High scene, but it's rather the small observations along the way that make this a great fic for me. Many people can do "hot", but memorable writing is something else entirely. Jon still has whiskey pooled in the ridges of his molars when he finds Spencer on the other side of the fire; Spencer is gangly, soft belly, blue eyes, hair darker in the shadows. He's too old to be coltish, but still threatening to grow any second, like maybe Jon just has to lean in to kiss him now, but he might have to tilt his face up by the time he coaxes Spencer into opening his mouth.

Give me more: I-II-III by wearemany
[Brendon/Ryan - NC-17 - 25.000 words]
Beautifully complex portrait of Brendon on the cusp of stepping out into the world. Dramatic without resorting to melodramatic twists, emotional without becoming a tearjerker. The whole fic felt very real. Not just Brendon, but the whole band. Memorable.

Instinct by Cassandra
[Brendon/Spencer - NC-17 - 1100 words] warning: s/D, breathplay The very first panic!fic I read. There is no one I trust more when it comes to kink fic.

It's Where It Lives by Bettina
[Spencer/Vicky T. - NC-17 - 3300 words]
Oh holy guh. Spencer and Vicky: two great tastes that taste great together. Incredibly hot.

Jon's Bookstore (A Few of My Favorite Things): I-II by Foxxcub
[Jon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, Pete/Patrick - R - 11.300 words]
I want to work at Jon's bookstore and watch all the adorable madness. If you're in need of a fic that makes you happy this is it.

know yourself at all by Foxxcub
[Jon/Spencer - NC-17 - 1255 words]
Jon is jealous. The not-quite-fighting scene made my chest hurt. But they make up; it's all good. Spencer is standing there in his boxers and plain white t-shirt, arms crossed over his chest. He glares fiercely at Jon, and says, "You're a fucking asshole."
Jon licks his lips slowly, leans against the doorway. "Yes. I am."

Refractory Period by Rossetti & Schuyler
[Jon/Spencer - NC-17 - 1500 words]
Spencer is wicked, Jon is awesome. The sex is wicked awesome, but I like the moments inbetween even more.

untitled by Bettina
[Brendon/Ryan - unrated - 1800 words] HP/Bandom mash-up
My feedback for this went something like this: OMG... incoherant burbling... !!! *hands* This is fic is utter genius, so so funny and witty and quirky and... wee. The support cast is brilliant. Gabe and Vicky and Gerard and Travis and... *draws hearts around fic* Butterflies aren't seasonal, you know, he writes onto as tiny a corner of parchment as he can manage. And I wouldn't kiss you if you had TEN mistletoes. He briefly wonders whether that's too harsh, then remembers it's Brendon he's talking to, and underlines the sentence twice. He sends it to the back of the room as a snow goose.
It doesn't take a minute for the answer to come. Ryan looks down in surprise at the barely-there tugging on his pant leg, and finds a little polar bear climbing up his calf. It bats a tiny, paper paw at his hand when he tries to help it along, so Ryan waits to unfold it until it's progressed past his knee.
So I'll need eleven?