Fanfic Help!
Alright guys, I need your help. I'm in the process of writing another Peterick fanfic. Omg I know, right!? So I've had this story idea in my head for a while. Actually I have a lot of story ideas. Actually I have a lot of story titles that inflict plots and ideas, but I've never been able to write any of them. Except for that last one, which was weird cause of the writer's block thing I talked about. Anyway, I got a little stoned and actually wrote a bit (ie: two paragraphs) of one of the ideas, but now I'm stuck again! Ugh! Curse you artistic devil! I think my muse has officially said "Fuck you Sen" and moved away to Nunavut. Not Dani, I mean my metaphorical muse. So ya, now I'm gunna need some help from you guys. Read what I have so far, tell me what should happen next, tell me what the next part should be about, tell me if it's any good, tell me if it blows hot monkey balls, just anything. I need help! Dani, Sarah, Tracy, Hannah, Barbera, ANYONE!
Title: Morning Comes Faster Alone (lyric from "Gunnin" by Hedley)
Author: Well me for the time being
Pairing: Pete/Ashlee(booooo!), Pete/Patrick(yaaaaaaay!)
Rating: Uh, I'd like it to be around R if possible
Genre: Major angst. But eventual fluff and shmushyness XD
Warnings: Nothing yet! GOD!
He felt the sudden thump of a heavy object resting on his back, and a warm breathing against his neck, which startled him awake. He poked one eye open to see if the sun was even up yet. It was. Which meant he’d be leaving soon. Patrick rolled over from the comfortable position on his stomach to face the other direction on the bed and be encircled in the heavy arm currently around his back. He was still asleep, so Patrick just laid there watching him for a little while. He wanted to keep this quiet, private moment between the two of them going as long as possible. He wanted to keep watching the rise and fall of that tattooed chest as he breathed against Patrick’s face. He wanted to keep leering at the soft glow of the morning sun illuminating his golden skin. He wanted to keep him, forever. But every time that damn phone buzzed beside the bed and woke his sleeping angel, his heart broke a little. His smile dropped slightly as Pete groaned and reached around behind his back to grab the offending item. Pete rolled over onto his back, simultaneously removing his warm, secure arm from around Patrick’s body, and flipped open the phone. Another text from her no doubt. Pete closed the phone and rubbed at his tired eyes.
“How long?” Patrick already knew the answer.
“Maybe an hour.”
Patrick sighed solemnly and turned back towards the window. He didn’t want Pete seeing the already welling tears in his eyes. Pete could tell his sadness, and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. But Patrick went rigid, trying to avoid the tender advances.
“I’m sorry.”
Patrick was so sick of those words he almost wanted to turn over and punch Pete in his cruel, cheating, deceiving, face. But he knew the moment he looked into those sweet, honey eyes he’d never be able to do it. Pete had this infallible, unyielding allure that made Patrick’s knees weak. Every time he gave him that look, it was if no one and nothing else in the world mattered except him. It was like his smile brought out the sun and made it shine only for him, and it made his heart skip a beat every time. He hated and loved that feeling concurrently, because it could make you feel so alive, and then so numb all too quickly. Patrick hated this power and control Pete had over him, but he couldn’t help it. He was desperately in love. In love with a man that was not only his best friend and band mate, but also engaged to a beautiful, rich, young pop princess. Nothing, in his own mind, he could compete with. These short periods of solitude and intimacy with him were all Patrick had to cling too. They were the best and worst moments of his life. Being loved so completely only made Patrick think of the eminent moment when he’d have to be left alone again to go back to her, and the despair rot in the pit of his soul.
Title: Morning Comes Faster Alone (lyric from "Gunnin" by Hedley)
Author: Well me for the time being
Pairing: Pete/Ashlee(booooo!), Pete/Patrick(yaaaaaaay!)
Rating: Uh, I'd like it to be around R if possible
Genre: Major angst. But eventual fluff and shmushyness XD
Warnings: Nothing yet! GOD!
He felt the sudden thump of a heavy object resting on his back, and a warm breathing against his neck, which startled him awake. He poked one eye open to see if the sun was even up yet. It was. Which meant he’d be leaving soon. Patrick rolled over from the comfortable position on his stomach to face the other direction on the bed and be encircled in the heavy arm currently around his back. He was still asleep, so Patrick just laid there watching him for a little while. He wanted to keep this quiet, private moment between the two of them going as long as possible. He wanted to keep watching the rise and fall of that tattooed chest as he breathed against Patrick’s face. He wanted to keep leering at the soft glow of the morning sun illuminating his golden skin. He wanted to keep him, forever. But every time that damn phone buzzed beside the bed and woke his sleeping angel, his heart broke a little. His smile dropped slightly as Pete groaned and reached around behind his back to grab the offending item. Pete rolled over onto his back, simultaneously removing his warm, secure arm from around Patrick’s body, and flipped open the phone. Another text from her no doubt. Pete closed the phone and rubbed at his tired eyes.
“How long?” Patrick already knew the answer.
“Maybe an hour.”
Patrick sighed solemnly and turned back towards the window. He didn’t want Pete seeing the already welling tears in his eyes. Pete could tell his sadness, and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. But Patrick went rigid, trying to avoid the tender advances.
“I’m sorry.”
Patrick was so sick of those words he almost wanted to turn over and punch Pete in his cruel, cheating, deceiving, face. But he knew the moment he looked into those sweet, honey eyes he’d never be able to do it. Pete had this infallible, unyielding allure that made Patrick’s knees weak. Every time he gave him that look, it was if no one and nothing else in the world mattered except him. It was like his smile brought out the sun and made it shine only for him, and it made his heart skip a beat every time. He hated and loved that feeling concurrently, because it could make you feel so alive, and then so numb all too quickly. Patrick hated this power and control Pete had over him, but he couldn’t help it. He was desperately in love. In love with a man that was not only his best friend and band mate, but also engaged to a beautiful, rich, young pop princess. Nothing, in his own mind, he could compete with. These short periods of solitude and intimacy with him were all Patrick had to cling too. They were the best and worst moments of his life. Being loved so completely only made Patrick think of the eminent moment when he’d have to be left alone again to go back to her, and the despair rot in the pit of his soul.