Story Pimping Thread

Title: Tell
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Teen
Status: One Shot, Completed

Summary:
There's more than one way to convey a message, but that doesn't always ensure that the person on the other end will get it.

Excerpt:
A twitch of her mouth here, a pull of the corner there, a bite of her lips - it showed him words upon sentences upon paragraphs of a book he could not read.

She admitted it in the fingers that grasped his when he asked, the legs that kicked his playfully, the tongue that stuck out at him when she joked. Between them, secret handshakes were made, arms were linked, hands were slapped. When one kicked, the other kicked back. When he made a face, she made a face, too. The first was synonymous with agreement, the second with interest, and the last with happiness.

Title: Too Little, Too Late.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Oneshot, standalone.
Word Count: ~2800.
Pairing: Ryden with other side pairings.
Link.

Summary:
Brendon was in love with Ryan from the start, but his boyfriend didn't catch on until much later.

Excerpt:
"But we have time tonight," Brendon said, sighing as he followed Ryan into the living area of their hotel suite. "I just don't understand why you don't want to go out. We never get to go on dates on tour." He was dangerously close to whining, but trying to keep it out of his voice because whining tended to make Ryan throw things and Brendon would never get his way if that shit started.

Ryan didn't answer, digging around in the couch cushions, still looking for his wallet that he'd realized was missing an hour before. He didn't want to answer. Brendon knew the answer anyway, if he'd let himself think such a thing. But he wouldn't. Perpetual optimism and faith in people. Ryan thought it was a shortcoming, but to Brendon it was just a way of life.

"You won't even tell me where you're going," Brendon tried again. "I could come with you if you don't want to see a movie. I don't care what we do. I just want to spend some time with you, alone."

Ryan turned around, a triumphant smile on his face, wallet in his hand. "Found it."

The young boy's expression fell and he sighed, shaking his head. "Do you even listen to me talk anymore?"

"After five years I've kind of learned to tune it out, babe." Ryan pressed his lips to Brendon's cheek, shoving his wallet in his pocket and walking back toward the bedroom, where he shrugged on the jacket he'd left on the bed. "I'm going out."

Title: Meet Me Halfway
Story Type: Fanfiction (but I think people could read it as an original)
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
Status: Active
Summary: Aubrey Trigo and JR Celski could never see eye to eye and it showed in their "friendship". The only person that kept them together was their best friend, Lauren. When they depart for college, only Lauren keeps in touch with JR, as he and Aubrey grow distant. However, after Lauren's death, they finally meet once again and learn Lauren had one final wish for them to grant. Little did they know, even after death, Lauren had a plan for them.
Excerpt:
We decided to stay an extra night in Huntington Beach and leave first thing in the morning. I was actually surprised we had agreed to do so; usually we’d bicker about it and end up on opposite ends of the spectrum, completely frustrated and angry at one another, but once it was suggested we both agreed on it. Things were changing fast between us, our friendship, and our attitudes towards each other. I was actually starting to enjoy being around her.

I had a hard time falling asleep the night before and I couldn’t pinpoint why. Half of me thought it was because I was anticipating a bad dream; the other half thought maybe I was just missing something…or someone. I had woken up and the empty space next to me wasn’t warm or filled with anyone; it was just that – an empty space. I had false hope JR would have been lying next to me when I woke.

Title: It Started with a Bet
Story Type: original, non-slash
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Teen, Drama, Romance, Comedy
Status: completed
Summary: Haley is not your average teenager. Four years ago, the death of her best friend has left her emotionally scarred. When her strange new attitude forces the most popular boy in school to get her to go out with him, she decides to make a little bet of her own. After all, she hasn't had fun in a very long time.

Excerpt:
"Did you hear that Eric lost the bet?" said Matt.
"For real? What a loser. I would have been able to do it in a heartbeat. No matter what the girl."
"Psh, yeah right."
"I bet you fifty bucks I can get any girl you want to go out with me." I hear a pause.
"Haley."
"What?"
"You have to get Haley to go out with you in two months."

I try not to laugh. They don't know I can hear them. This could get interesting...

Title: If I Took Hold.
Story Type: Fanfiction.
Rating: R, will eventually be NC-17.
Genre: Slash, horror, thriller, romance.
Status: In Progress.
Summary: Andrew Garfield's over his hump of success after the 2011 awards season, and finally has some time to himself, and to his The Social Network co-star, Jesse Eisenberg. Though he thinks he's just dreaming, he's quickly realizing that the things he sees between blinks aren't all they appear to be.

Excerpt:
There have been times in my life when I felt fine. I wasn't angry or confused or even a little sad about something. There have been times in my life when I look into the mirror, and I don't see that same person I once was. I am angry and confused. I am sad. I am not fine. I am impulsive and selfish. Greedy and afraid. This savage desire for flesh I've developed has become another conscious thing inside of me. It has a mind of its own, and it is in control. I am hollow and filled with bees and bones and blood, and I am not fine.

Title: Crash.
Type:: Fanfiction.
Rating: PG-13.
Genre: Tragedy.
Status: Complete.
Summary:: Yuu was alone.

Excerpt:
"Good morning, handsome." He could hear soft chuckling in his ear as the arms were withdrawn and the presence shifted away, and he knew Kouyou enough to know that the presence would come back. He could almost hear the opening and closing of a cupboard, and he could barely hear soft humming and coffee being poured into a mug. The sounds were like distant memories, as though they were things he'd gotten far too used to, and he bit his lip for a moment, drinking from his coffee to settle another wave of unease.

Title: Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back
Story Type: Fanfiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Adventure
Status: Active.
Summary: When Alexa's mother gave her the 18th birthday surprise of her dreams, she never imagined it would change the course of her life forever. Can she overcome the obstacles thrown in her way or will she succumb to the peer pressure around her?
Excerpt: The road was rushing by outside as we drove down the highway towards our destination. We were headed to Chicago for one the guys’ last shows on the tour. The trees and signs all seemed to blend together with the road as we drove. It was a pretty sight; it looked like something a child would create with water paints, simple yet beautiful. The bare trees with snow laden branches looked like a still, ice covered lake waiting for the first skater to take his turn.

I had spent so long gazing out the window I had almost forgotten I was holding my guitar in my hand. I don’t even remember what I was playing, and I’m pretty sure I forgot where I was for a moment, because, when I looked down from the windows that frame the outside world I was not expecting to see my four idols sitting on the ground in front of me waiting for me to play them a song.

Title: What You Took.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Drabble
Word Count: 222.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon.
Link.

Summary:
Ryan didn't realize what he'd taken until after it had already happened. He was an accidental thief.

Excerpt:
Brendon flushed, noticeable even in the faint light. "I'm . . . what are you talking about."

"That . . . That was your . . ." Ryan trailed off lamely.

Brendon shook his head. "No, I . . . no."

Title: Promise Anything.
Rating: NC-17.
Type: Oneshot, standalone.
Word Count: ~2000.
Pairing: Ryden.
Warning: Dubious consent and BDSM undertones.
Link.

Summary:
They're playing games on the couch, minds cloudy from the smoke.

Excerpt:
Brendon got more dominant when he was high. Ryan got more submissive. He whimpered at the words, but grinded against Brendon's leg at the thought of them. He was hard inside his jeans, desperate. If Brendon had given him the choice to dry hump his way to orgasm or not come at all, he would have chosen the former in less than a heartbeat.

Brendon's breath was leaving warm drops of moisture along the shell of Ryan's ear as his hand slipped between the boy's legs. "Would you let me do anything to you?" he hissed, voice hot like an iron.

Ryan moaned, bucking up, his head bobbing like a dashboard ornament.

"Anything?" Brendon asked, teeth nipping at the lobe of the boy's ear. "Anything, Ryan? Promise. Promise anything."

Updated!
Title: Special K.
Story Type: Original Fiction.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Tragedy. Drama.
Status: Active.

Summary:
Kendall needs a new turn in life, she needs a change of scenery, new people and to experience life-changing moments. But perhaps all she needs is an escape...

Excerpt:
At first I was weary; there’s so many out of reach, all there to lead you into other worlds. You get the rush and the excitement the same as alcohol, but then you also have the self control and relaxation thrown in. Every experience is something different; you can go between the lines and cross every boundary. Instead of drowning yourself in booze and bile, you can float away from the world you knew to one of your very own.

I was growing weary of my friends’ lifestyle, with every swig I tried to wash away the monotony from my gut but with no avail. It seemed to mutate with the ethanol and spread the disease through my veins, leaving my mind suffering even more so. As the nights went on, and the glasses became half empty my claustrophobic mind became numb.

{updated}

Title: Learning to Fall.
Rating: R.
Type: Chaptered, WIP.
Word Count: 30,000+ right now.
Pairing: Pete/Ryan.
Author's Note: Written for a contest. Inspired by the quote "You know most normal people get to know each other before they get married."
Link.

Summary:
When Ryan told Pete he was pregnant in March of 2007, he found himself in a 24-hour Las Vegas wedding chapel a few hours later. A few days after he found himself in a mansion in Los Angeles, trying to figure out exactly who his husband is and how to live life as someone other than Ryan Ross, all while trying to cope with the life growing inside him.

Excerpt (from part four):
Ryan's jaw set, his free hand clenching into a fist. "Yeah, well, fuck you, Patrick. He's not your fucking husband. You're not seven months pregnant, so fuck you!" He screamed, not bothering to end the call as he slammed his phone against the wall, not even flinching when he heard the crunch of the screen breaking. He dropped it to the carpet, stomping to the master bedroom.

Spencer was already following him down the hallway after hearing his best friend's outburst at Patrick. When he entered the room, Ryan was still yelling, swearing, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled open dresser drawers and started throwing Pete's clothes onto the floor. "Fucking . . . jackass . . . not even thinking . . . selfish prick . . ."

"What did he do?" Spencer asked, voice somewhere between awe and fear. "Ryan, what did Pete do?"

The boy turned away from the dresser, a tee shirt in his hand. His entire body had seemed to shift when he heard Spencer's voice, his limbs caving in on him. "I can't do this," he said flatly. "Why the hell did I think I could do this, Spin?"

The younger boy had answers. He had a million of them, but he bit his tongue and just walked toward Ryan, wrapping his arms around the boy and letting him cry, trying not to suck in his breath as he felt the baby kicking between them.

Title: Whispered Secrets Behind the Interstate Gas Station.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: Drabble.
Word Count: ~600.
Pairing: Ryden.
Author's Note: If you haven't seen 'The Overture' video yet, this probably won't make sense.
Link.

Summary:
"If we bring all our photo albums, we won't be able to bring all of our clothes! What if I forget my memories?"
"What if it rains and I don't have a jacket?"

Excerpt:
On the third night of Ryan's isolation they stopped for gas. Brendon snatched his hoodie from the couch and quietly followed Ryan outside and behind the gas station. "You're ignoring me," he mumbled as they found themselves in darkness, the street lights not able to cast a glow into the shadow.

Ryan turned, startled, a small gasp leaving his throat. "You . . . you scared me, Bren." He didn't sound angry, just surprised. He went right back on the defense as soon as he'd spoke. "And I'm not either."

Title: Silent Screams
Story Type: Original Fictions
Rating: R but it might change to NC-17
Genre: Crime, Romance
Status: Active

http://stories.mibba.com/read/366630/Silent-Screams

Summary: Well my name is Sabrina Loff, I'm currently 20 years old now but the story I'm going to be telling you takes place when I was only 17.
You see I ran away with my best friend Elise when I only two weeks away from my 17th birthday.
Soon we found our selves a shitty apartment on the the "not so good side of town" in the nearest city.
This story is not how i ran away, or why I did it. I just wanted you to get an idea of how and why I got in this situation.

Excerpt:As the chilly October air nipped at my skin, I couldn't help but let out a small shiver. I set off for home. I walked the usual way home, keeping an out for anything strange. As I got about half a block away from work. The beginning of life in hell began.
An old beat up van pulled up right next to me, a man jumped out and grabbed me before I could even scream. When he got me in the van, I started to scream, kick, punch. That was until, another man came over to over power me, tie me up, tape my mouth shut, and put a black bag over me head.

I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I was scared as hell. I could barely move and when I tried to my head collided with something cold and hard, which I assumed was the side of the van.

I had to rely on my sense of smell and sound. Since they weren't saying much, all I could smell was the strong scent of cheap cigarettes, even though I smoked myself, that smell was giving me a head ache. Or that could be coming from when I hit my head.
I started to cry and panic, and squirm, and make as much sound as I could with my mouth taped shut. They the two guys tried to hold me still. This time I put up more of a fight though. One of them grabbed me hair and moved me into a position where he was laying on top of me. Then he whispered in my ear, "Shut up, you stupid bitch!" He put a piece of clothe under the bag as soon as I inhaled, I passed out.

Title: Perfect
Type: One-Shot
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryden
Excerpt:

Ryan loved ballet. Not because of the way the dancers were able to move effortlessly and oh so beautifully; but because of how thin they were. Brendon thought he just loved the ballet like any other person did. He didn’t know that Ryan’s obsession had anything to do with anything other than dancing.

Ryan would find pictures of dancers and add them to the enormous collage that he had been forming for months on the inside of his closet door. Each morning when Ryan went to get his clothes for the day he would always take a moment to stare longingly at the flat stomachs, the long legs—sticks that emerged from the tulle of their tutus. Legs that were limber; legs that Ryan wanted. If only he could have the perfection that the ballerinas were able to obtain.

Title: The Luxury of Being Brendon Urie.
Rating: NC-17.
Type: Oneshot.
Word Count: ~650.
Pairing: Ryden.
Link.

Summary:
Brendon won't let Ryan stand on his pride anymore.

Excerpt:
And Brendon had kissed Ryan, hard. Hands palming the other boy's hips hard enough through his jeans to bruise. "Cement this in your memory," Brendon growled. "I'm going to fuck you in this bed while my parents are asleep down the hall."

Ryan whimpered, but just kissed back. Brendon could feel the boy trembling underneath him. "But this doesn't mean anything for you," Ryan breathed.

"It means more than enough," Brendon murmured, his voice gentler than before. "Now, jeans off."

Title: A Pair of Shoes
Type: fanfiction
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: romance
Status: complete
Summary: A lot of things in the world can affect you. Even something as simple as a pair of shoes can change your life.

Excerpt: (from chapter two)

After an unknown amount of time, the throbbing in my head dulled to an ache, and I felt I was able to stand without throwing up. The world was spinning and I staggered forward as I stood, clutching a nearby chair to keep myself on two feet.

Feet… it was then I noticed my shoes. Or rather, my lack of shoes. I stared down at my socks for several seconds, wiggling my toes up and down.

“You’re finally up.”

I snapped my head round, wincing as pain jolted through my neck, and the world started spinning again. There was a man standing in the doorway, holding a plate with toast on it. A very tall man, who could most likely beat the crap out of me if he wanted. He was smiling though, which I took as a good thing.

“You’ve been there all morning. I was wondering when you were getting up,” the man said, walking over and placing the plate onto the glass coffee table.

Title: Envision the Magic
Story Type: Fan fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, drama
Status: Active - chapter 13 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:
Frank wasn't sure about anything, and in the end it all boiled down to that problem. He wasn’t sure if Gerard was doing these things because he simply couldn't make up his mind, or because something was wrong with him. Maybe something in him had broken at one point, making him unable to act like any other rational, sensible person would; maybe this was, in his eyes, what it was like being sensible. For all he knew it could all be just another trick; he certainly couldn’t be sure that it wasn't. The guy was a good actor, he'd said so himself. Frank sensed how a wave of irritation washed over him, settling in his gut. He wallowed in that feeling for a while, allowing it to spread thoroughly, before he balled his hand into a fist and turned around to give his pillow an annoyed punch.

"Goddamned idiot," he muttered to himself. "Why are you making things so fucking difficult?"

• Title:Running Away From Yesterday (By F.R.I.D.A.Y)
  
  Authors: NeverForgetMemories & abyssgirl12345
  
  Story Type:Original Fiction.
  
  Rating:PG-13 = Language, and Suggestive Themes
  
  Genre:Adventure. Mystery. Teen. Romance
  
  Status:Chaptered. Active
  
  Summary: Six rebellious teens run away from their individual lives at home, to start a new one on the run. The group consists of teens ranging form the ages of 15, 16 & 17. The teens, all from Oregon decide to runaway by taking a Train to New York-but halfway through, they are mistaken as criminals and their train ride ends quicker then it started. Ivan, the leader of the group is mistaken as a murderer of a crime, which adds more suspense to their adventure.
  
  Excerpt: He told me to meet at the cafe by 5. It was already five past 6, and I was beginning to think that he had stood me up. I heard a voice from behind. Turning on my heel, I smiled.
  Speaking of the devil, It was Ivan Owens.
  
  "Ready?" He asked, pointing his hand towards the dimly lit cafe.
  
  I nodded my head in response, shivering from the bitter cold wind. "More than ever," I lied.
  Inside, I felt a peculiar feeling. My thoughts had a twinge of uncertainty. Should I still run away..? Why am I running away? The questions wandered in my mind. With one last glance behind me, at the city I lived in for all of my life, we trudged inside.

Title: Olive Juice and Elephant Shoes
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Type: One-shot, fan fiction
Rating: PG-13: Language and some suggestive themes.
Genre : Romantic comedy
Status: Completed
Summary: Frank is stubborn and obsessed with saving the environment. Gerard just wants to catch a break.
Excerpt: Frank always sleeps well after any kind of drama, Gerard realizes. The bickering tires him out, yelling leaving him voiceless. Gerard can feel a small ball of guilt in his stomach for even dumping the whole this-is-all-your-fault bullshit onto the guy in the first place. But the aftereffect of Frank using him as a pillow even though he was trying to ignore Gerard when he was awake before is priceless. Frank isn't built for fighting even if he is the most stubborn and temperamental guy ever, Gerard thinks. And it kind of reminds Gerard why he loves the dude in the first place.

Title: Wolf
Story Type: Original Slash
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Drama
Status: Active
Summary: Keegan's just looking for a thrill when he makes the first mistake. By the third, he knows its entirely too late. Keegan finds him inexplicably drawn to Wolf, his only explanation that he was addicted to the rush of adrenaline being so close to death always brought. When the single meeting turns into a full-fledged clandestine relationship Wolf's promised to end by death, what else can Keegan do but go along with it and hope each night isn't his last?

Excerpt:

“Silly little soldiers, playing your games.” The man’s voice was smooth but animalistic, as if holding the undertone of a tiger beneath it. “As if your little signals meant much. I could set free all these prisoners like I was paid for before you even got your little toy horses and arrived but it doesn’t sound like anyone is coming.”

“They’ll be here, and they’ll kill you,” Keegan said adamantly, realizing that he didn’t even recall climbing down the tree in his haste. It made him feel a bit safer, that the demon couldn’t push him to his death.

“Not before you’re dead though,” the demon said, laughing. “With my name carved into your pale little forehead.” This time when the man walked it was easy, effortless and Keegan felt anger rush through him, realizing the jerky movements had been for show, for affect. “Or maybe I could bring you with me, back to my home. I wonder how you’d like that. A bit more exciting I’d bet,” he said, hissing with his teeth flashing. Keegan refused to answer, cursing and knowing there was no way out.