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xstarlesscity) wrote2011-04-03 10:47 pm
xstarlesscity) wrote2011-04-03 10:47 pm
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if could explain this, i would... it's pete/gabe fic set in the sims.
after a long day at work, gabe saporta wanted nothing more than to just kiss his baby girl on the head and collapse into bed with his husband. unfortunately, someone else was using the stairs, so he stood at the bottom until he forgot what he was doing and made an omelette instead.
after the omelette, gabe didn't do his dishes. in the morning, he would complain loudly about the smell and green smoke and flies, but right now he was more concerned with playing with a red plastic rocket ship be had bought for his four day old daughter who can already walk.
pete came running down the stairs because he likes running instead of walking for some reason. then, before gabe could even think of greeting him with a kiss like any decent husband who wasn't too busy playing with children's toys, he sank through the floor.
gabe was unfazed. he simply walked upstairs, stepped over his daughter who was crying because she needed her diaper changed, turned his speakers on and played computer games. eventually pete showed up again.
when finally, the baby was remembered to exist and consequentially fed and changed and very thoroughly snuggled by both her fathers, gabe got a phone call from someone he didn't even know that he had met by magically knowing everyone in pleasentview. as the two men whose height was different only because of their haircuts finally collapsed into bed, they enthused about their new house and then made out. gabe attempted to instigate intimate relations, but pete's exaggerated hand gestures firmly told him that pete was not interested in taking it up the butt tonight because he is a little bitch.
"goddamn," gabe thought to himself. "i work all day as a lobbyist and all pete does is talk to a goddamn teddybear and neglect our child. the least i can expect is a little nookie. i hate my life."
then, with a whooshing sound, he magically was wearing only underwear and fell blissfully into well-deserved sleep until well rested (7:00 AM).
after a long day at work, gabe saporta wanted nothing more than to just kiss his baby girl on the head and collapse into bed with his husband. unfortunately, someone else was using the stairs, so he stood at the bottom until he forgot what he was doing and made an omelette instead.
after the omelette, gabe didn't do his dishes. in the morning, he would complain loudly about the smell and green smoke and flies, but right now he was more concerned with playing with a red plastic rocket ship be had bought for his four day old daughter who can already walk.
pete came running down the stairs because he likes running instead of walking for some reason. then, before gabe could even think of greeting him with a kiss like any decent husband who wasn't too busy playing with children's toys, he sank through the floor.
gabe was unfazed. he simply walked upstairs, stepped over his daughter who was crying because she needed her diaper changed, turned his speakers on and played computer games. eventually pete showed up again.
when finally, the baby was remembered to exist and consequentially fed and changed and very thoroughly snuggled by both her fathers, gabe got a phone call from someone he didn't even know that he had met by magically knowing everyone in pleasentview. as the two men whose height was different only because of their haircuts finally collapsed into bed, they enthused about their new house and then made out. gabe attempted to instigate intimate relations, but pete's exaggerated hand gestures firmly told him that pete was not interested in taking it up the butt tonight because he is a little bitch.
"goddamn," gabe thought to himself. "i work all day as a lobbyist and all pete does is talk to a goddamn teddybear and neglect our child. the least i can expect is a little nookie. i hate my life."
then, with a whooshing sound, he magically was wearing only underwear and fell blissfully into well-deserved sleep until well rested (7:00 AM).
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I really want to play the Sims now.
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travis peed himself while gabe watched
then gabe said hi and immediately wanted to see if travis was single
gabe is married with a child to pete wentz
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pete was downstairs feeding his child
brendon said the meet-up was "epic" and that pete should call him to hang any time
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For instance, what does Brendon do, other than randomly fall through floors?
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so in another town, not the one where pete and gabe are married, i have a household with mikey/alicia, brendon/travie and audrey kitching and pete. i use cheats to keep my sims' needs maxed all the time.
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Brendon doesn't remember how things got this way. It's the house, he thinks; that's what Gerard thought, anyway. It was something about the house. It made it hard to remember anything that had existed before the house, or even that there was a world outside. When Gerard and Lyn-Z had decided they wanted a child, they moved out. Gerard had insisted he couldn't raise a child in a house like this one. Lyn-Z insisted that she wans't superstitious, but she didn't want to live in the house anymore.
Brendon and Travis got their room when they left; they'd changed a few decorations here and there, but kept the furniture. They left everything when they moved: their easels with their half-finished paintings, the bookshelf full of ghost stories and fantasy novels, even the creaky music box that Gerard hadn't wanted anymore. They needed a fresh start.
Five AM. Brendon's still not tired. Obviously. He goes downstairs to get a cup of coffee and suddenly finds himself standing in the middle of Mikey and Alicia's bedroom on the top floor. They don't stop making out just because he's there.
Pete's practicing guitar in the hallway again. He knows it's always Pete, but when he's downstairs alone there's something unsettling about the way the music sounds leaking down the grand stairwell into the open lower floor. It echoes in all the empty space. Travis is working out in the living room- Brendon stops to watch for a second, admiring his boyfriend's silhouette. Travie hasn't noticed that he's there yet.
"BOO," someone yells, and Brendon nearly has a heart attack. He turns around and to find Pete with huge eyes ten feet behind him by the front door and Audrey clapping gleefully at the success of her prank. Scaring Pete again. Everyone scares Pete. Brendon doesn't know how Pete handles it; Brendon's own nerves are on edge enough from never sleeping.
Daylight streams through the window behind his roommates. What time is it? He checks his cell phone. Four PM. Time moves strangely within these walls; what had he spent eleven hours doing? He feels like it was only moments ago that he came downstairs.
Sensing that his boyfriend wanted to speak with him, he stands perfectly still until Travis approaches. Travis strokes Brendon's cheek tenderly; Moments with Travie like this help him forget that time exists at all, let alone that eleven - now twelve - hours had flashed by. The calendar means nothing. They hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes; Brendon thinks Travis is being sociable. No, Brendon thinks Travis is being flirty. Brendon kisses him shyly and Travis turns to go upstairs; Brendon follows, past Pete's room and Alicia's and into their bedroom. They get into bed on opposite sides and cuddle up into each other's arms; Travie always knows when the house is getting to Brendon. Travis kisses him and nudges him and Travis fucks him under the covers like they do every night. The music plays, the rose petals fall. They sit up in their boxers and don't sleep. They never sleep.
Pete Wentz rises through the floor and starts playing computer games in their room.
Brendon hasn't gone to the bathroom in weeks. He doesn't even remember what Autumn Salad tastes like, although he's pretty sure it's his favorite food.
It's one AM.
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Have you ever played the Sims on Wii? The babies are born but by the time they go home from the hospital they're kids already. The Sims are so hilarious.
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that's hilarious
also, brendon/travie: total crack (have we ever heard anything about them ever encountering each other?) but i LOVE THEM. i love them. they just smoke up and cuddle and make out with their giant lips. travis likes big butts and he cannot lie.
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And then you said make out with their giant lips and travis likes big butts and he cannot lie and I laughed until I choked on it.
Oh my god. More? Of anything?
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i'll keep you posted?
also, i find it hilarious that you actually got chills, it was supposed to be faux-horror/the shining but really crack to end all crack. THE ROSE PETALS. PETE MOVING THROUGH THE FLOOR. NO-ONE PEES. NOTHING STOPS MIKEY AND ALICIA FROM GETTIN' IT ON.
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Keep me posted, please and thank you! :D:D
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i think this is just about it for sims!fic, but i'm writing just about every day now, so i'll be posting more soon... right now i'm working on angsty pete/ashlee post-divorce handholding in public, gabe/travis mpreg (!?!?!?), and i haven't started anything but i'm really best at kinky smut so probably some kinky smut is coming up because it's what i default too when i'm stuck, so i have some pete/travis, some mikey/alicia/pete/ashlee, and some gerard/lyn-z on the go rn to be finished... next time i have writer's block.
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(Kinky smut ftw! I default to angst and dysfunctional friendships. Which, like, okay, I can write a whole lot about that, but my actualfax brain defaults to smut when I'm bored, so why not when I have writer's block? Mysterious workings are mysterious.)