Okay, I need a little bit of help here
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redorchidsI've managed to start up so many new stories in the last couple of weeks that I don't even know where I am anymore. So I could use some input on how to prioritise my writing and get some structure into finishing these.
Below are titles/concepts of my current bandom fics-in-progress together with some quote-y teasers. Tell me what you like, what you'd like to see finished etc etc. :-D
Thanks in advance, guys. Love you all. <3
1) From a Sauna In the Middle of a Forest
Summary: The guys are invited to a Swedish sauna party. Beer, naked people, beautiful lakes, nature, folklore, Swedish grammar. (Brendon/Ryan)
It was a couple of the techs on the set at the last festival they played who came up with the idea, saying that they were heading off to a party and why didn’t the four of them tag along? “It’s the ultimate Swedish experience, guys,” the taller of them—Oskar—had said, grinning. “You really should come, it’ll be bloody awesome. Oh, and bring towels.” Ryan loves they way Oskar speaks English—a great mix-match of American and British expressions pronounced with a kind of lilting intonation that’s a bit like a song at times. His friend Patrik (no ‘c,’ they have strange ways of spelling perfectly normal names here) has more of an Australian accent, left from when he was an exchange student in Melbourne back in high school. Brendon loves it and does his best to imitate, just like he does with everyone they meet when they’re in Europe on tour, and succeeds quite well. It’s all very funny.
2) Second Choices
Summary: Jon thinks he and Brendon has a thing going. Unfortunately they don't. Unrequited love!fic with Jon and Spencer bonding over the love they can't have (Jon/Spencer, Jon/Brendon, Brendon/Ryan, Ryan/Spencer)
He’s not disappointed.
It’s just not what he thought it would be, is all. Not that he did. Think about it. Not in any kind of deeper sense at least. He just…yeah. The sort of hazy maybe-image that might or not have been floating through his head for the past couple of months. This isn’t it.
He supposes that he should have seen it. Really, it’s pretty fucking obvious, even without shock of actually seeing it, right there, in the lounge, less than twenty feet away from where he’s standing. Thinking back, there’s no real reason to why he should have missed it. None apart from him being a stupid, oblivious, infatuated idiot who didn’t see what was right in front of his eyes because he was too busy hoping it wasn’t actually true.
Hoping that what he felt between them was.
Slowly, silently, Jon closes the door and moves back to the front of the bus, wondering if Spencer still has that movie he wanted them to watch.
3) Decaydance Stage-Gay Chicken
Summary: Exactly what it sounds like. :-) Crossbands. Pairings galore. Mainly, they're just screwing with the fanbase, though. Not sure how much actual romance there'll be.
“Okay, people, listen up! The rules are few and very simple. Rule number one: stage and public appearances only. No making of fake sex tapes and leaking them on to the Internet. Rule number two: points are awarded by the buzz you create. No screaming fangirls shouting their glee all over cyber space, no score, got it? Rule number three: the race ends with the tour. That’s all. Is everyone clear?”
It doesn’t stay simple. Of course it doesn’t. Instead, Pete and Bill begin to develop the scoring scale, creating a monstrosity of formulas that makes everyone who isn’t a nuclear physicist’s head ache. There are constants, and variables and changing curves depending on when, where, in front of how many, and so on and on ad nauseam.
***
They are hardly off the stage in Huston when Brendon pushes him into the wall, as though he can’t wait to get his hands on Ryan for a minute longer. There’s a needy whine at the back of his throat, and his hands quickly find their way under Ryan’s shirt, stroking insistently against his back. The kiss is hard on the verge of bruising, and Ryan is so caught up in the spinning of his own head that he doesn’t notice the company until Jon pointedly clears his throat. Behind him are at least ten girls, some of them with their jaws half-way to the floor and others searching their pockets frantically for their cell phones. “Fuck,” Brendon says, putting on his most sheepish, adorable face, “I know I don’t have any right to ask you this, but could you guys maybe help us out and keep this to yourself? Please? It would be like our little secret.” He puts on his most lovable puppy face, and Ryan swears he can see a girl towards the back start to sway a little bit. “I mean, God, Jon,” Brendon continues, expression turning from puppy to pleading in a subtle shift as he turns to their bandmate. “I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what I was thinking. Do you think Spence will be really angry? I know how we said no one-on-one deals after that thing in Toronto, but maybe if you explained how it was really nothing…”
The Internet squee and resulting fangirl war later that night is epic, and every time they see Pete for the next couple of days, Brendon smiles at him, huge and smug. 3486 points. It’s a new record.
4) Fanfic!fic
Summary: Brendon writes fanfic and manages to seduce Ryan in the process
[This one is very much on a purely conceptual stage right now. Below is only random pieces of dialogue in no kind of order]
”Ryan, what’s another word for ’want’?”
“Either you’ve started to take e-mailing way too seriously or you’re writing something. Is it lyrics?”
***
“Brendon, what are you doing? You’re in my underwear.”
***
“Is that a measuring tape?”
***
“Jon, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, man.”
“If you and Spencer were to have sex—hypothetically, you know—where on this bus would you be most likely to do it and who would top?”
“Er, well, I think I’d have to say me.”
5) Pronstars!AU
Summary: Ryan works in adult entertainment. So does Brendon. Ryan is pretty much in love with him.
”Aaaand, action!”
Every time Ryan hears the command, it sounds completely ridiculous in his ears. It sounds as though something should explode, light up, break apart. Something worthy of the drama of it all. Instead, there’s a soft movement to his right, and Brendon’s leaning in, brushing softly against his lips, making Ryan moan without even trying.
The lights brighten, and Ryan can vaguely hear the techs’ voices as a hand runs its way up his thigh, stroking teasingly, creeping upwards. He tilts his head to what he knows is a good angle and takes Brendon’s lower lip between his teeth, pressing down hard enough for it to swell slightly under the pressure. He tries to remember how the story goes for this one, what his lines are and when he’s supposed to say them. He’s spread out on his back on top of rosy silk, surrounded by what seems like hundreds of cushions, light filtering in through gossamer hangings, bathing the bed in red and gold. Arabian Nights scenario, he thinks, which is good, because that one is nearly always the same and very easy to remember. Especially as there will most likely be silk scarves involved, which normally result in him having to do very little but arch and beg and break apart under Brendon’s hands (in the best possible angle and catching the light just right). Sure enough, it doesn’t take long until Brendon’s hands are sliding up along the underside of his arms, pinning him down, eyes dark and burning, heavily lined with kohl. The ensuing blindfold is equal parts relief and regret. He knows that he can follow the script without seeing where the light is, where the cameras are, and not being able to see Brendon means not having to face the fact that Brendon is a really terrific actor and Ryan is just a sad, pathetic person whose head spins too fast for his own good. Not seeing means that no one can see him, and so there’s less risk of showing too much, of saying things with his eyes that should never be said.
He feels Brendon’s lips brush against his own and tilts his head back, wishing he could see through the silk and pretend that the small smile he can feel against the corner of his mouth is actually real.
6) The Brendon/Ryan Sextape
Summary: Directly spawned by the Friends or Ennemies interview. Sex-tapes for charity. Brendon thinks it's a great idea. (Brendon/Ryan)
”But, Ryan, it’s for charity!”
“So is doing a cover of something and donating the proceeds.”
“Just imagine how much this would bring in.”
“And just imagine how long we would be completely fucked afterwards.”
“I’m not allowed to make a joke on that, am I?”
“Definitely not.”
***
“Just imagine. It would sell a million copies.”
“Probably more. Except it would also be on display for everyone in the entire world on the Internet within seconds.”
***
They decide to replay their old videos, substituting the girl parts where the innuendo runs the strongest. They tease and play, overlapping the old and recreating it. Finding the new and twisting it into something that was always there.
It’s all a game. Somehow, he realises that, even though he doesn’t know if the game they’re playing is high stakes poker or simple go-fish.
Oh, and then I might as well add the two ideas that jumped me when I made the fanart below: Beautiful Illusions--either a Ryan-the-magician!AU fic or a Ryan-only-exists-inside-Brendon's-head!AU fic.
Below are titles/concepts of my current bandom fics-in-progress together with some quote-y teasers. Tell me what you like, what you'd like to see finished etc etc. :-D
Thanks in advance, guys. Love you all. <3
1) From a Sauna In the Middle of a Forest
Summary: The guys are invited to a Swedish sauna party. Beer, naked people, beautiful lakes, nature, folklore, Swedish grammar. (Brendon/Ryan)
It was a couple of the techs on the set at the last festival they played who came up with the idea, saying that they were heading off to a party and why didn’t the four of them tag along? “It’s the ultimate Swedish experience, guys,” the taller of them—Oskar—had said, grinning. “You really should come, it’ll be bloody awesome. Oh, and bring towels.” Ryan loves they way Oskar speaks English—a great mix-match of American and British expressions pronounced with a kind of lilting intonation that’s a bit like a song at times. His friend Patrik (no ‘c,’ they have strange ways of spelling perfectly normal names here) has more of an Australian accent, left from when he was an exchange student in Melbourne back in high school. Brendon loves it and does his best to imitate, just like he does with everyone they meet when they’re in Europe on tour, and succeeds quite well. It’s all very funny.
2) Second Choices
Summary: Jon thinks he and Brendon has a thing going. Unfortunately they don't. Unrequited love!fic with Jon and Spencer bonding over the love they can't have (Jon/Spencer, Jon/Brendon, Brendon/Ryan, Ryan/Spencer)
He’s not disappointed.
It’s just not what he thought it would be, is all. Not that he did. Think about it. Not in any kind of deeper sense at least. He just…yeah. The sort of hazy maybe-image that might or not have been floating through his head for the past couple of months. This isn’t it.
He supposes that he should have seen it. Really, it’s pretty fucking obvious, even without shock of actually seeing it, right there, in the lounge, less than twenty feet away from where he’s standing. Thinking back, there’s no real reason to why he should have missed it. None apart from him being a stupid, oblivious, infatuated idiot who didn’t see what was right in front of his eyes because he was too busy hoping it wasn’t actually true.
Hoping that what he felt between them was.
Slowly, silently, Jon closes the door and moves back to the front of the bus, wondering if Spencer still has that movie he wanted them to watch.
3) Decaydance Stage-Gay Chicken
Summary: Exactly what it sounds like. :-) Crossbands. Pairings galore. Mainly, they're just screwing with the fanbase, though. Not sure how much actual romance there'll be.
“Okay, people, listen up! The rules are few and very simple. Rule number one: stage and public appearances only. No making of fake sex tapes and leaking them on to the Internet. Rule number two: points are awarded by the buzz you create. No screaming fangirls shouting their glee all over cyber space, no score, got it? Rule number three: the race ends with the tour. That’s all. Is everyone clear?”
It doesn’t stay simple. Of course it doesn’t. Instead, Pete and Bill begin to develop the scoring scale, creating a monstrosity of formulas that makes everyone who isn’t a nuclear physicist’s head ache. There are constants, and variables and changing curves depending on when, where, in front of how many, and so on and on ad nauseam.
***
They are hardly off the stage in Huston when Brendon pushes him into the wall, as though he can’t wait to get his hands on Ryan for a minute longer. There’s a needy whine at the back of his throat, and his hands quickly find their way under Ryan’s shirt, stroking insistently against his back. The kiss is hard on the verge of bruising, and Ryan is so caught up in the spinning of his own head that he doesn’t notice the company until Jon pointedly clears his throat. Behind him are at least ten girls, some of them with their jaws half-way to the floor and others searching their pockets frantically for their cell phones. “Fuck,” Brendon says, putting on his most sheepish, adorable face, “I know I don’t have any right to ask you this, but could you guys maybe help us out and keep this to yourself? Please? It would be like our little secret.” He puts on his most lovable puppy face, and Ryan swears he can see a girl towards the back start to sway a little bit. “I mean, God, Jon,” Brendon continues, expression turning from puppy to pleading in a subtle shift as he turns to their bandmate. “I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what I was thinking. Do you think Spence will be really angry? I know how we said no one-on-one deals after that thing in Toronto, but maybe if you explained how it was really nothing…”
The Internet squee and resulting fangirl war later that night is epic, and every time they see Pete for the next couple of days, Brendon smiles at him, huge and smug. 3486 points. It’s a new record.
4) Fanfic!fic
Summary: Brendon writes fanfic and manages to seduce Ryan in the process
[This one is very much on a purely conceptual stage right now. Below is only random pieces of dialogue in no kind of order]
”Ryan, what’s another word for ’want’?”
“Either you’ve started to take e-mailing way too seriously or you’re writing something. Is it lyrics?”
***
“Brendon, what are you doing? You’re in my underwear.”
***
“Is that a measuring tape?”
***
“Jon, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, man.”
“If you and Spencer were to have sex—hypothetically, you know—where on this bus would you be most likely to do it and who would top?”
“Er, well, I think I’d have to say me.”
5) Pronstars!AU
Summary: Ryan works in adult entertainment. So does Brendon. Ryan is pretty much in love with him.
”Aaaand, action!”
Every time Ryan hears the command, it sounds completely ridiculous in his ears. It sounds as though something should explode, light up, break apart. Something worthy of the drama of it all. Instead, there’s a soft movement to his right, and Brendon’s leaning in, brushing softly against his lips, making Ryan moan without even trying.
The lights brighten, and Ryan can vaguely hear the techs’ voices as a hand runs its way up his thigh, stroking teasingly, creeping upwards. He tilts his head to what he knows is a good angle and takes Brendon’s lower lip between his teeth, pressing down hard enough for it to swell slightly under the pressure. He tries to remember how the story goes for this one, what his lines are and when he’s supposed to say them. He’s spread out on his back on top of rosy silk, surrounded by what seems like hundreds of cushions, light filtering in through gossamer hangings, bathing the bed in red and gold. Arabian Nights scenario, he thinks, which is good, because that one is nearly always the same and very easy to remember. Especially as there will most likely be silk scarves involved, which normally result in him having to do very little but arch and beg and break apart under Brendon’s hands (in the best possible angle and catching the light just right). Sure enough, it doesn’t take long until Brendon’s hands are sliding up along the underside of his arms, pinning him down, eyes dark and burning, heavily lined with kohl. The ensuing blindfold is equal parts relief and regret. He knows that he can follow the script without seeing where the light is, where the cameras are, and not being able to see Brendon means not having to face the fact that Brendon is a really terrific actor and Ryan is just a sad, pathetic person whose head spins too fast for his own good. Not seeing means that no one can see him, and so there’s less risk of showing too much, of saying things with his eyes that should never be said.
He feels Brendon’s lips brush against his own and tilts his head back, wishing he could see through the silk and pretend that the small smile he can feel against the corner of his mouth is actually real.
6) The Brendon/Ryan Sextape
Summary: Directly spawned by the Friends or Ennemies interview. Sex-tapes for charity. Brendon thinks it's a great idea. (Brendon/Ryan)
”But, Ryan, it’s for charity!”
“So is doing a cover of something and donating the proceeds.”
“Just imagine how much this would bring in.”
“And just imagine how long we would be completely fucked afterwards.”
“I’m not allowed to make a joke on that, am I?”
“Definitely not.”
***
“Just imagine. It would sell a million copies.”
“Probably more. Except it would also be on display for everyone in the entire world on the Internet within seconds.”
***
They decide to replay their old videos, substituting the girl parts where the innuendo runs the strongest. They tease and play, overlapping the old and recreating it. Finding the new and twisting it into something that was always there.
It’s all a game. Somehow, he realises that, even though he doesn’t know if the game they’re playing is high stakes poker or simple go-fish.
Oh, and then I might as well add the two ideas that jumped me when I made the fanart below: Beautiful Illusions--either a Ryan-the-magician!AU fic or a Ryan-only-exists-inside-Brendon's-head!AU fic.
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Date: 2008-12-02 11:55 pm (UTC)All of these are great ideas haha.
Well, your writing is awesome so I would love to see all of them completed LOL. Buuut, since you're asking what we think should be completed first etc, i shall give u my opinion LOL. I'll tell you which ones I would like to read in order or something. :P
I would love to read #4. :D Then #6 because sex-tape fics will never not be awesome and I've only read a few lol. Also #5!!! PORNSTARS-AU OMG. and then #1, because saunas! Brendon/Ryan~!! (Or any order from the ones above seriously, I would read all of these)
:D And I would love to read Ryan-The-magician!AU! That would be the first one that I would pick seriously, i love magic-fics.
#2 sounds awesome and I feel sorry for Jwalk :( but since it's going to become Jon/Spencer I'm all for it~! (Since I love fics with both pairings :3)
I can wait for #3 lol eventhough it sounds crack-ish. xD
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Date: 2008-12-03 12:04 am (UTC)I really appreciate the imput.
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Date: 2008-12-03 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 12:27 am (UTC)I'd have to say the top 4 for me are
#3
#6
#5
#4
xD They all sound absolutely incredible. I hope you do get them all finished, in time. :)
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Date: 2008-12-03 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 12:38 am (UTC)I've been thinking of doing one of these myself lately. My brain is just, ugh. Too many things at once *pulls hair*
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Date: 2008-12-03 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 07:46 am (UTC)Three made my tummy do back flips!
So I say 3 or 4 to finish first.
I would read all of them but I really dislike film porn.
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Date: 2008-12-03 10:20 am (UTC)I'm not a great fan of film porn either. Usually, I find it sleezy and pretty disturbing. Now, film porn in fanfic, that I like. :-) (Did you read adellyna's Pete/Ryland porn!fic that was posted a couple of days ago? Holy crap. :-D)
Thanks for the imput. I really appreciate it. <3
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Date: 2008-12-03 10:44 am (UTC)I mainly pop into your journal to see if you have one another wonderful fic. Can I have the link? I'm curious now.
I haven't commented before as I'm hopelessly bad at commenting.
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Date: 2008-12-03 02:50 pm (UTC)Which I think was funny. LOL. I'm actually pretty excited about the pornstars!AU. It's going to be pretty sweet, I think. Very far from any kind of commentary on the porn industry, that's for sure. :-) Basically, it's just another excuse to get them naked and grindy. :-D
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Date: 2008-12-03 02:53 pm (UTC)I'm so stupid at times... :-)
Here you go: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/417648.html
:-)
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:53 pm (UTC)