fic-snippet, recs and rambling
So, I signed my life to bandomstuffsit. Yeah... So, as always I might add, I started a fic and abounded it after the first hundred couple words just to start something new. I like the new one, but I fear it will be long and epic.. It's Way-brothers/Pete. Or will be in the end. If someone wants to volunteer for beta reading, drop me a line.
In the meantime I'm giving you the one that will quite possible never see the light of day...it's not even a not!fic, as I didn't plan it out til the end. I guess it can stand on its own.
~1 - Warning marks~
Gerard has him pinned to the hardwood floor. It's only because Gerard weights so much more than me, Mikey thinks. His fleshy fingers clutching Mikey's boney wrists.
“I told you not to touch it!” Gerard says. It's more a hiss really. Mikey would like to say he's sorry, but he really isn't. Gerard was ignoring him for days.
“It's nothing you can't fix!” he gives back. He really wishes he were sorry.
“That's not the point, Michael!”
And now Mikey knows Gerard is really pissed off at him. He never ever uses Michael. “Let go.”
Gerard stares him down. He's sitting on Mikey's stomach and Mikey really starts to feel his brother's weight now. “You're hurting me!”
Gerard sighs, turns his head, lets go of Mikey's writs and gets up. “Sometimes I really -”
“What?” Mikey asks sharply and knows Gerard will never say it. Will never finish a sentence with 'hate you'.
“I need some space,” Gerard says without looking at him and leaves.
Mikey keeps lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He has the urge to destroy that stupid painting, but he doesn't. He hates fighting with Gerard, but lately it seems Gerard only gives him the time of day when they're fighting. He closes his eyes and breathes. He counts: One - breathe in, two - breathe out, three - breath in, until he can't do anything more and a panicked voice in his head tells him that he needs to keep doing that, because if he doesn't he'll suffocate. Sometimes he manages it very well to freak himself out.
~+~
When he wakes up it's tangled into a blanket and not freaking out about breathing anymore. He turns his head and looks at Gerard's knees who is sitting cross-legged on the floor and smoking. A mug beside him. It must be empty because he's using it as an ashtray.
“I'm sorry for ignoring you,” he says.
“I'm sorry for touching your wet painting,” Mikey answers and reaches out to grab Gerard's knee. Even his knee feels fleshy, soft under the rough denim of his black pants.
“It's nothing I couldn't fix.”
“That's not the point,” Mikey answers and knows Gerard smiles around his cigarette.
~+~
A few days late Gerard gives the painting away. Some friend of Helena's told her she would like it and Gerard said she could have it. Mikey knows Gerard likes to get rid of stuff that invokes bad feelings or memories.
As he watches Helena and Gerard wrapping the picture up he is feeling sorry.
I have no problem with people playing in my sandbox so if someone should feel inspired by it or whatever, go for it.
Also two recs (Waycest):
Blood... It's Everything by gala_apples. Vampire-Ways! = Awesome. I can break it down for you: vampires + Way-brothers = love.
Dig, Lazarus, Dig by anon. Killjoys-fic in which Gerard gets kidnapped. It's beautifully written and creepy and wrong. Warning for non-con but nothing graphic.
In the meantime I'm giving you the one that will quite possible never see the light of day...it's not even a not!fic, as I didn't plan it out til the end. I guess it can stand on its own.
~1 - Warning marks~
Gerard has him pinned to the hardwood floor. It's only because Gerard weights so much more than me, Mikey thinks. His fleshy fingers clutching Mikey's boney wrists.
“I told you not to touch it!” Gerard says. It's more a hiss really. Mikey would like to say he's sorry, but he really isn't. Gerard was ignoring him for days.
“It's nothing you can't fix!” he gives back. He really wishes he were sorry.
“That's not the point, Michael!”
And now Mikey knows Gerard is really pissed off at him. He never ever uses Michael. “Let go.”
Gerard stares him down. He's sitting on Mikey's stomach and Mikey really starts to feel his brother's weight now. “You're hurting me!”
Gerard sighs, turns his head, lets go of Mikey's writs and gets up. “Sometimes I really -”
“What?” Mikey asks sharply and knows Gerard will never say it. Will never finish a sentence with 'hate you'.
“I need some space,” Gerard says without looking at him and leaves.
Mikey keeps lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He has the urge to destroy that stupid painting, but he doesn't. He hates fighting with Gerard, but lately it seems Gerard only gives him the time of day when they're fighting. He closes his eyes and breathes. He counts: One - breathe in, two - breathe out, three - breath in, until he can't do anything more and a panicked voice in his head tells him that he needs to keep doing that, because if he doesn't he'll suffocate. Sometimes he manages it very well to freak himself out.
~+~
When he wakes up it's tangled into a blanket and not freaking out about breathing anymore. He turns his head and looks at Gerard's knees who is sitting cross-legged on the floor and smoking. A mug beside him. It must be empty because he's using it as an ashtray.
“I'm sorry for ignoring you,” he says.
“I'm sorry for touching your wet painting,” Mikey answers and reaches out to grab Gerard's knee. Even his knee feels fleshy, soft under the rough denim of his black pants.
“It's nothing I couldn't fix.”
“That's not the point,” Mikey answers and knows Gerard smiles around his cigarette.
~+~
A few days late Gerard gives the painting away. Some friend of Helena's told her she would like it and Gerard said she could have it. Mikey knows Gerard likes to get rid of stuff that invokes bad feelings or memories.
As he watches Helena and Gerard wrapping the picture up he is feeling sorry.
I have no problem with people playing in my sandbox so if someone should feel inspired by it or whatever, go for it.
Also two recs (Waycest):
Blood... It's Everything by gala_apples. Vampire-Ways! = Awesome. I can break it down for you: vampires + Way-brothers = love.
Dig, Lazarus, Dig by anon. Killjoys-fic in which Gerard gets kidnapped. It's beautifully written and creepy and wrong. Warning for non-con but nothing graphic.