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xstarlesscityif 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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Date: 2011-04-05 04:54 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-04-05 06:11 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-04-05 06:34 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-04-05 07:07 am (UTC)Keep me posted, please and thank you! :D:D
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:24 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2011-04-06 03:18 am (UTC)(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.)