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Every Aching Old Machine, by longtime_lurker (PG)
Fandom:Bandom (Fall Out Boy)
Pairing:Pete/Patrick
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longtime_lurker
Why this story must be read:
It's time for me to rec a Pete/Patrick, so I decided on one of the lovliest, most bittersweet stories this pairing has to offer. Patrick and Pete have grown old together and are still in love, many years down the road. It's about a perfect day and hoping that they never, ever end. Also, the idea of Pete breaking his hip skateboarding at nearly 70 is just too funny not to mention.
Their house does not, in fact, have an actual white picket fence. But it does have a wide front porch that looks out over a soft green expanse of grass, mismatched curtains in the windows, a doormat that reads "COME BACK WITH A WARRANT," and three hideous pink lawn flamingos that Pete adores. And it's always full of music.
This morning it's old-school punk and Motown on the antique record player. (Pete and Patrick prefer that thing to any of the latest microtechnology, and just pray that it doesn't break: it's impossible, even with their money, to find replacement parts anymore.) Pete plays with their Schnauzer, Coltrane, in the living room, while Patrick gardens out back. He's singing along to the record, and it drifts in through the open window as he tends to the flowers and herbs with quiet, methodical care, finally coming in grubby and happy with dirt caked on his hands and elbows and knees.
(Pete's knees are shot - moshpits and crowdsurfing, high-school soccer and Porn Ninja, all took their toll. "But hey," he tells friends, "at least I've still got my hair." At which point Patrick, who's mostly bald under his omnipresent hat, sticks an elbow in his ribs every time.)
Every Aching Old Machine
Pairing:Pete/Patrick
Author on lj:
longtime_lurkerWhy this story must be read:
It's time for me to rec a Pete/Patrick, so I decided on one of the lovliest, most bittersweet stories this pairing has to offer. Patrick and Pete have grown old together and are still in love, many years down the road. It's about a perfect day and hoping that they never, ever end. Also, the idea of Pete breaking his hip skateboarding at nearly 70 is just too funny not to mention.
Their house does not, in fact, have an actual white picket fence. But it does have a wide front porch that looks out over a soft green expanse of grass, mismatched curtains in the windows, a doormat that reads "COME BACK WITH A WARRANT," and three hideous pink lawn flamingos that Pete adores. And it's always full of music.
This morning it's old-school punk and Motown on the antique record player. (Pete and Patrick prefer that thing to any of the latest microtechnology, and just pray that it doesn't break: it's impossible, even with their money, to find replacement parts anymore.) Pete plays with their Schnauzer, Coltrane, in the living room, while Patrick gardens out back. He's singing along to the record, and it drifts in through the open window as he tends to the flowers and herbs with quiet, methodical care, finally coming in grubby and happy with dirt caked on his hands and elbows and knees.
(Pete's knees are shot - moshpits and crowdsurfing, high-school soccer and Porn Ninja, all took their toll. "But hey," he tells friends, "at least I've still got my hair." At which point Patrick, who's mostly bald under his omnipresent hat, sticks an elbow in his ribs every time.)
Every Aching Old Machine