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I am not here. I am also not watching JONAS. (wtf, self, really? also, Nick is totally my favorite. *hides*) I am diligently studying for my licensing exam thingy. So, even though this post is shh!sneaky!imaginary, go read these fic recs anyway.

Just Like That River I've Been Running by miss_begonia
Adam Lambert/Brendon Urie || NC-17 || ~17,000 words
Summary: Brendon realizes he tends to think of Adam in the language of music: as a bright melody underlied with thumping bass, pretty but insistent and impossible to ignore. He never thought about him in terms of labels or categories or boxes. He thought of him as that guy who sang Sam Cooke like he meant it, like Brendon’s always wanted to sing it but never felt he knew how. He thinks maybe Adam is the kind of guy who confuses people. And he doesn’t know what he thinks about that.

Okay, so it's no secret I'm easy for Brendon. But this was still amazing and well-written and dealt with The Divorce through Brendon's point of view, with the added bonus of Adam Lambert being awesome. Recced to me by phaballa.

Oh, now we've moved on to Madagascar. "We're on a mission without permission!" Dude, I missed iThink They Kissed last night! Stupid iCarly, lol. ANYWAY!

Weigh on My Mind by missellemorte
Bert/Quinn, Bert/Tim || NC-17 || ~83,000 words
Summary: Bert and Quinn had always had this thing. Blue and Yellow pretty much described it, but most people knew that the only ones who could ever really understand it, were bertandquinn.

Okay, so I'm also really easy for anything and everything related to The Used lately as well, but I still loved this. This is so how I often imagine BertandQuinn in my head, so I was laughing and awwwing through most of it, and it was simply a delightful read. Recced to me by valerie_z.

NINJA by skoosiepants
PG-13 || ~32,000 words || Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden (also: Kevin/Zac Efron, Brendon/Spencer, Bill/Miranda, Pete/Ashlee, Pete/Patrick)
Summary: There are grooves in Kevin’s fingers from where he’s gripping his bass, soft, but calloused underbellies digging into the strings. It’s enough pain to ground him; he releases the strings backwards, the positioning a direct reverse of the beginning of In Front And Heavy. This is it. There’s no going back, even if one of the kids singing along in twenty minutes recognizes the curve of Miranda’s mouth, the timbre of Brendon’s voice, the strawberry blonde curl of Patrick’s hair under his knit cap; Bill’s splayed, spidery legs, Kevin’s wrists, fingers – the white band of skin that isn’t hidden by a thin band of silver.

*We are your losers, your loud weirdoes, your science stars, your shy, retiring band geeks*, Kevin thinks, and sets off for the stage.

I am ridiculously in love with the Kevin/Mike fic that skoosie creates, even though it makes no sense. I don't like the JoBros, and I most definitely think Mike Carden is super super creepy (sorry, trackscovered but Mike Carden will always freak me out). But I still loved this fic.

And what I'm reading today! Uh, I mean, what I plan on reading when I get done studying! I'm in no way cheating and reading it right now instead!

Fairy Tale by phaballa
Kris Allen/Adam Lambert || CRACKFIC || Adult
Excerpt: Kris, it turns out, is kind of a slut. Not in practice, because the whole accidental not-sponge-worthy gay sex really was the first and only time Kris cheated, but in spirit, Kris is a total tramp. Most people would call him a flirt and say he doesn't mean any of it, he's just teasing, but Kris knows that in his heart where he can't ever lie because that's where Jesus lives--he means every word, and if he hadn't promised Katy to be faithful in front of his parents and God and everyone, it's seriously likely that he would be a lot sluttier in practice. Because Jesus maybe lives in his heart, and that helps with resisting the impulses to get jiggy with it, but Kris is pretty sure that Lucifer or, at the very least, one of his higher-up lieutenants, has taken up residence in his dick. Jesus is a busy dude, he can't always be hanging out in Kris's heart, helping him fight temptation, but Satan has like a gillion minions and can totally afford to dedicate one solely to Kris's dick, especially when Kris is in this vulnerable position of constant blue balls. It's not Kris's fault he's a harlot. The devil made him do it. QED.

Okay, so I'm biased b/c I love phaballa, but that doesn't mean this isn't awesome. I mean, c'mon. Mpreg crackfic, it doesn't get much better than that. Also, I have always enjoyed the STYLE of phaballa's writing. I may have literally made a ridiculous squealing noise when she first posted this, and then I lost the tab when my firefox restarted so I'm super glad she reminded me of it today.