kalpurna

I AM NOTHING IF NOT PREDICTABLE

I came across something that shoemaster and I were noodling around and yes, okay, I still want this (warning for chatfic and ridiculous Harlequin style):

It's late at night and Patrick can't sleep after the big fight at dinner, so he goes down to the music room to play piano until he's tired. He plays for a long time, losing himself in the music, even singing sometimes. But when he sighs and stands up, turning to the door, he sees Pete leaning against the doorframe with an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Something flutters deep in Patrick's stomach.

"I hope I didn't wake you," he says, trying to keep his tone even.

"I wasn't asleep," Pete replies, his eyes still tracking Patrick's every move.

"Ah, well, I should get to sleep," Patrick says, walking towards the door.

Pete doesn't move, even though there's not enough room for Patrick to pass without pressing against him bodily.

Patrick tries his best to get by, but as soon as his body slides against Pete's he knows it was a mistake. The contact goes through him like an electric shock, and Pete inhales sharply before reaching up. Patrick tenses, ready to knee him in the balls if he tries to grab his chin, but Pete just touches his face lightly, almost reverently. For one humming moment, Patrick is caught like a butterfly between Pete's body, hard against his own, and the gentle hand on his cheek.

"Patrick," Pete says softly, as though his name is a prayer.

"Pete - I can't - we shouldn't," Patrick stammers, feeling like a nervous schoolboy as his pulse quickens under his skin.

"Why ever not?" Pete asks, his eyes locked on Patrick's face; there's no hint of the anger his gaze held earlier.

"Anyone could come in..." Patrick protests. Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Besides, we hate each other." When he looks up again, Pete's eyes are shuttered. Any trace of openness is wiped from his face. Then he smiles.

"I had almost forgotten."

He eases back and drops his hand, giving Patrick room to breathe, if not enough for propriety.

The inch between them might as well be a canyon, and Patrick is baffled as to why he feels such disappointment in its existence, when mere hours ago he would have taken the opportunity to pitch Pete over the ledge of an actual ravine with enthusiasm.

"I should retire, I have an appointment with Lady Saporta tomorrow afternoon, and I'd like to be well rested," Patrick says, but he finds himself strangely unwilling to move. "I suppose I'll see you at breakfast?"

WHAT IS THE DEAL, FANDOM

Someone wrote Ashlee/Pete/Hemmy in the comments of the latest bandomsecrets post. I blame loveyouallwrong.

I'M JUST GOING TO GO AHEAD AND LIST SOME FIC KINKS I LIKE, BECAUSE WHY NOT

• crossdressing


• double penetration


• misunderstandings!!!!


• bad, awkward sex


• fingerfucking post-assfucking


• kissing

Are any of you into any of that? We may have the same taste in porn! WHO KNOWS!

SOME PAIRINGS I DON'T TALK ABOUT MUCH BUT THAT I THINK ARE PRETTY GREAT

Jon/Ryan! I love themmmm. Little cuddly stoner dorks!! I want so much more Jon/Ryan, I can't even tell you. Maybe write me a fic where they giggle for hours and hours about everything Brendon and Spencer are as people. Maybe write me fic where they bond about Pete Wentz: what is his deal, truly, and why would anyone do/say what he did/said that one time? Maybe write me fic where Ryan confides in Jon about Serious Issues and Jon is Comforting and then they eat nachos. I don't know, I just want it.

Mikey/Ray! WHAT A FANTASTIC COUPLE. I think of this as the marvelously weird OTP. Ray Toro, fluffy-headed achingly sincere genius! Mikeyway, absurd scenester geekoid! Neither one of them is entirely explicable! They are both sweet and miraculous! THEY SHOULD HAVE SEX. Mostly I like to think about Mikeyway having his Mikeyway problems and Ray wanting to fix them SO BADLY but not really knowing what to say so instead they play Warhammer for hours, and afterward Ray patiently tries to understand the intricacies of How To Pick The Best T-Shirt For Any Social Situation. Also, they bone.

Gabe/Greta! Okay, I talk about this all the time, to be fair. And yet: no one writes it. How can this be? Is it, perhaps, because they have canonically never met? NONSENSE! WHEN HAS THAT STOPPED FANDOM. Besides, even Chris thinks that if he were Greta, he would date Gabe Saporta (or himself). Mostly, I love this pairing with all my soul because Gabe seems like a sociopath until you get to know him better, when you realize he is a secret sweetheart, whereas Greta seems like pure sweetness until you get to know her better and realize she is a secret sociopath. In conclusion, "The Boys Are So Refined" is my Gabe/Greta OTP anthem forever and ever, amen.

ONE OF THOSE TEXT BOX POLLS THAT'S PROBABLY PRETTY FRUSTRATING IF YOU'RE pearl_o

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