Some Fanfiction :)
This is the first fic I'v written/posted.. so some nice constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!
Gabilliam: Driveway - Miley Cyrus (149 words)
Bill was exhausted…he was done now. He’d tried everything to make it ok again, but Gabe just couldn’t be who Bilvy wanted him to be.
It wasn’t easy for either of them but try as he might he couldn’t forget exactly what he felt as he watched Gabes tail lights fade away from the end of his driveway. Nothing. He felt nothing at all, except the slightest hint of relief. He tried so hard to cry, like he knew he should be, like Gabe probably was right now. All he could do was stare blankly as he thought, “I can’t think of what I learned right now but I’ll be thanking you someday”
He shivered as he wandered back inside and collapsed on his bed because after everything they’d been through, everything he’d done to try and save Gabe from himself the only emotion he had left was exhaustion.
Joncer: Breakeven - The Script (164 words)
He watched as Jon woke up every morning looking fresh and rested, beautiful as always. Then thought back about his own night… drinking, writing and mainly staring into space. Not sleeping though, not anymore.
He watched as Jon oozed with happy confidence, telling his jokes and stories, everyone listening intently and laughing in all the right places. Then he thought about a time when he featured in those stories and got to hear all the jokes first. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do anymore, the only thing he had ever liked about himself was that he was Jons boyfriend and now he wasn’t even that.
He watched as Jon played and laughed with anyone who’d join in, talked to their old friends and drank with new ones, watched him live his life to the fullest every day. Spencer was still alive, the constant dull ache in his chest told him that much, but since he lost Jon he was barely breathing.
SiskTek: Through The Glass - Stonesour (140 words)
A hazy sense of absence had fallen over Butcher since his 7th or 8th beer. He was looking at the younger boy through this haze. He was sure the boy was looking back but he couldn’t be sure how much of any of this was real. His head hurt from want.
Sisky stared at his friend, his friend stared right back, not really seeing him though. He couldn’t bear to look at him like this. Unfocused, lazy, drunken words spilling from his lips, something about the stars, Adam thought that’s what he’d heard but he couldn’t be sure. He tried to remember the last time he’d seen his butcher, the real one. The fun carefree sober one, the one he adored. He knew it’d probably only been a few months but all he knew is that it felt like forever.
Petetrick: Baby, Come On - Plus44 (119 words)
He’s so beautiful, he’s always been messed up though and Patrick hated himself for loving him so much.
Drunk again Pete mumbled declarations and promises in Patrick’s ear as he carried him, promises he’d never remember. Once again Patrick put him to be, stroking his hair and whispering “quit crying your eyes out baby, come on”
As usual Pete looked a state the next day, empty and frayed, all memories of love for Patrick lost in his brutal hangover.
Biting back bitterness, Patrick made little jokes about the bassist’s drunken antics and tried not to hate himself for knowing they’d be doing exactly the same thing all over again tonight.. And the next night.. And the night after that..
Suavarro (Nate/Alex): Secret Valentine - We The Kings, (135 words)
Breathing in the welcoming scent of Alex, Nate knew he was lucky. Best friend, boyfriend… the two sort of rolled into one.
Alex stirred from his cosy sleep and immediately tried to get up to make breakfast... “Oh no you don’t” Nate whispered as he dragged him back and pinned the bassist to the bed between his legs. The drummer laid gentle kisses all over Alex, touching every bit of skin he could reach. Total silence between them except the occasional contented chuckle from Alex. Nate ghosted his lips all over the older mans torso, making sure their fingers were constantly laced together.
Alex was always trying to look after everyone else, so as he playfully nipped at the flesh on his lovers thighs, Nate decided it was his turn to do the looking after.
Chizden (MichaelGuyChislett/MikeCarden): Ghosts that broke my heart - Laura Marling (102 words)
He leaned into Michael as much as he dare and took the pictures from his hands.
“She looks amazing” he whispered, lips pressed against chiz’s shoulder in a way he hoped was comforting. Michael didn’t say anything, he might crack if he opened his mouth, and he really didn’t want to do that. So they just sat there in silence, breathing gently, saying nothing.
Michael fell asleep right there, collapsed against the other mans shoulder, he stayed that way til morning. He woke up greeted by big almond eyes. He smiled a wide grin and simply said “She’s nothing compared to you”.
Gabilliam: Life For Rent - Dido (108 words)
“It’s just a damn shame, Bill that you can’t bite the fucking bullet and just be with me, instead of me and everyone else on this god damn tour!” Silence fell between them after Gabes outburst.
“Fine, do what you want William, I’m going…for good this time!” he yelled as he flew from the bus, trying desperately to hide the tears already forming in his eyes.
“Good! Get out! It might have escaped your notice, Gabriel, but my heart aint exactly breaking!” William called bitterly and unconvincingly after him.
After walking away from Bill, Gabe fell against his bus and shakily slid to the floor, he whispered hoarsely “Well mine is…”
Ryden (104 words)
Tapping his pen against the table Ryan though about everything that’d happened over the past week, waiting for inspiration to strike. After all this he knew he’d be able to write something amazing, a harrowing ballad perhaps? A song that could break a thousand hearts.
Ryan heaved a shuddering sigh and bit his lip harder than he’d intended, after thinking about the look in Brens eyes he knew he’d never write a word about what happened, he could never scribble out that ballad… because he could never bear the guilt of breaking a thousand hearts…
… He already despised himself for breaking just one.