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[mwestbelle]

My ~boy is back and life is shiny :D AS I TYPE THESE WORDS, we're attempting our very first hetsex so \o/ for us.

It's nice to get back in the swing and I've decided that it's that ~tiiiime again. That time where I'm getting nothing done and need to just poke around with those boys I love for a while. Oh yeah, you know what time it is...It's Business Commentfic Time!

Gimme a pairing and a prompt and I'll write you a brief, off the cuff bit of fic! Whee!

Comments

[unphoenix.livejournal.com]

\o/ to shinytimes.

Oooh, commentfics. Okay, there has not been enough Pete/Mikey in my life lately (there never is--but literally none recently), so...yeah, them. And...museum(s). XD

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

"Mikey. Mikeyway. Mi--"

"Shut up, Pete."

"Mikeyway, I wanna see the dinosaurs." Mikey rolls his eyes, because it's just so typical isn't it, but he smiles a little when he looks away from the suit of armor he'd been admiring and lets Pete grab his hand, dragging him out of the medieval exhibit (which had tapestries with unicorns). "God, you're fucking slow."

A mom with three little kids peering half-heartedly at some swords gives Pete a dirty look but he doesn't notice. "Some of us actually like to read the stuff." It's a habit that was instilled in him by Gerard, who refused to move from an exhibit until he'd read every single little plaque.

"Yeah, whatever, dinosaurs, Mikeyway, dinosaurs trump boring dusty metal shit." Pete squeezes his hand and presses his thumb against Mikey's pulsepoint, grinning up at him. "I want to make out in front of the T-Rex, let's do that."

"We're not making out in front of the T-Rex." But Mikey doesn't mind getting dragged along, because the few times their tours intersect enough that they can head to the nearest museum and spend a few hours wandering around and (sometimes) making out on benches until security comes, and if the T-Rex gets Pete hot, well...there are worse ways to spend an afternoon.

[(Anonymous)]

*grins* *flails* Dinosaurrrs, and Pete getting glared at by a mom. Thank you, thank you!<3

[unphoenix.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Sorry, that was me failing to be logged in.

[rawkenr0ll.livejournal.com]

By attempting hetsex, do you mean writing fic or actually you two? I'd feel awkward about asking except that you left absolutely NO CLUES in that post.





OKAY, PAIRING = PETE/TRAVIS. Yeah, I know. It's a phase I'm going through, okay?

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

XDDDDD Writing fic *answers fooor her~*

I'm pretty sure the other would not be a posting-appropriate event.

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

GUESS WHUT GUISE WE'RE TOTULLY GONNA HAVE SEX RITE NAO! WISH US LUCK :DDDDD

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

LOLOL I HOPE WE DON'T SCREW UP OR AAAANYTHING LOLSCREW

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA CHRIS, DOES THAT GO THERE? IDEKLOL

[thelemic.livejournal.com]

I DON'T KNOW, JUST DO IT.

WAITOWLOL

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

OMG I THINK WE BROKED SOMETHING OMGLOL YOU OK BB?

[rawkenr0ll.livejournal.com]

*headdesk*



*covers eyes*

[mwestbelle.livejournal.com]

"Check this shit out."

Travis jerks a little, because he's used to getting an unexpected lapful of Wentz, but he's less accustomed to have Pete's foot shoved in his face. "Fucking what?"

Pete grins up at him, lying on his back on the couch with his legs in the air, pointing his toe at Travis's nose. "New shoes, bitch. Are these awesome or what?"

"Or what," Travis echoes, because Pete's new shoes look an awful lot like some kind of radioactive neon monster vomited all over Pete's feet. "There's this thing called class."

"Yeah, I think I skipped that." Pete wiggles his feet impatiently, nearly clocking Travis right on the mouth. "Seriously though, they rock, right?"

Travis tilts his head, pretending to get a better look at the shoes (god no) and checks out Pete's ass instead. "Yeah, yeah, no. What's the halflife on those fuckers?"

Pete flexes his ankle and closes his eyes, still grinning. "Fuck you, man."

[rawkenr0ll.livejournal.com]

:D :D :D :D

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

OMG NATE/VICKY-T NATE/VICKY-T NATE/VICKY-T

[rawkenr0ll.livejournal.com]

LOL I SO CALLED THAT

ILY

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD





NO SRSLY JUST KIDDING DON'T

[different-shade.livejournal.com]

I totally just made this face: o__O Then I realized what you were talking about and I had myself a good laugh.

Brendon/Ryan
swimming pools and Hobo

[apples]

xD

uhhhh. Treckett. Rain.

OR. ALTERNATIVELY.

Waycest. Rain. ...Thunderstorms?


apparently. I'm. typing. One. Word. Sentences. IDEK.

[inawonderland.livejournal.com]

M'kay~ you have three magical options!

Butcher/Sisky, ink.

or

Travis/Wiliam, late night phone calls.

or

Jon/Spencer, grass stains.

[lucentvictrola.livejournal.com]

Alex Suarez/Ryland, cooking

[lyo.livejournal.com]

Jon/Ryan, citrus or, um, Frank/Mikey, suitcase

[sekkritbandomlj.livejournal.com]

:OOOO

Bob/Brendon, "so weird." (AU, please, so's I can read it?? :D )

[chmclfairytales.livejournal.com]

My ~boy is back and life is shiny :D AS I TYPE THESE WORDS, we're attempting our very first hetsex so \o/ for us.

I LOL'ED. SO HARD.

[velvet-tuberose.livejournal.com]

Am I too late? Can I still leave a prompt?

Because I would choose Brendon/Spencer with the prompt of beardburn.