heyginger

Bronx/Bandit ficlet, written for yourealwaysmine  and reposted for convenience.

( He's kind of like his dad, in some ways, and he thinks that a good offense is the best defense. Or, you know, even when you don't necessarily know if you need a defense. You should still be offensive. It's a Wentz thing.Collapse )

The complete lack of Criminal Minds/Numb3rs crossover fic has made the nail on my right pinkie finger turn blue and every day that there is no such fic the blue spreads a little bit and I can only infer that, if I never get Criminal Minds/Numb3rs fic, I will die from it.  Which would be a shame since I'm doing so well at this life thing. :P

Okay, that was a lie.  Still, I guess I am going to have to write it myself.

I was going to post about the following things:

1.) an old SNL Alec Baldwin skit where he plays an actor who plays a doctor,

2.) how I'm thinking about applying to library school when I graduate instead of/in addition to applying to linguistics grad programs,

3.) my stats TA who is exactly like Carleton Banks, except named Derek,

4.) the Pete/Patrick story about bathtubs that I just can't seem to finish,

but I have to go pick up live frogs from the FedEx warehouse right now, so I can't.

ETA:  Also, this is on my desktop and I have a.) absolutely no memory of writing it and b.) no context whatsoever.  Ha.

When he takes off his suit jacket, Patrick is wearing black suspenders and a black tie, which he's slowly unknotting.  Pete reaches out to touch his right cuff link, worrying the silver square between his fingers, and Patrick's head thunks against the hotel room door.  ( Read more...Collapse )

Tags: fic

Title: In the Hall of the Mountain King
Author: heyginger
Prompt: Pete/Patrick, being spit on
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3500-ish
Summary: Pete never tells anyone, no one, never.



( To be one's self is to slay one's self.Collapse )

So, you probably shouldn't read this.  Just saying.  I make no claims about quality.  I wrote and posted this anonymously more than a year ago as part of some bandom porn meme, and I'm only owning up to it and reposting it now (cleaned up, of course) for housekeeping reasons.  It's, um.  850 words.  Pete/Patrick.  nc17.  Ladies' underthings.  At your own risk, etc.


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I just got one of those cooling lapdesks for my laptop, but now my keyboard is higher than I'm used to and it feels all different, so I keep typing Oatrick instead of Patrick.

More from the Google Docs archive! I wrote this back in...May, I think, in response to something azurejay said. I don't remember what I was responding to, but I know it was azurejay.

Title: Do-Si-Do
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1900
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: The round, bumpy, perforated oatmeal cookie top and bottom surrounds a peanut butter-flavored layer inside. AKA: Pete and Patrick help their daughter have fun, develop valuable life skills, and make the world a better place.


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Thanks for all the birthday wishes!  I have to admit, I had an awesome birthday.  Classes started today, which means that my birthday was on the Saturday before the Monday when classes started, which means that everyone was having parties.  So instead of doing anything specifically for my birthday, I went to other people's parties and shouted, "It's my birthday!", and people brought me drinks.  And then I'd leave and go to another party.  It worked out well.

Here's what I did today--I started looking for something in my google docs, and then I started just reading everything in my google docs, and.  You guys.  I have a lot of random snippets of dialog with no accompanying story.  And the totally awesome thing, of course, is that I had forgotten about most of them. 

For example, I found this document called 'puppies', and I thought--what the hell is that?  Puppies?  But then--remember when Patrick first got Penny and there was all that Penny/Hemmy/Bandit myspace love triangle drama?  I wrote a scene where Joe explains to Pete why Hemmy and Penny can never have babies.  Because...it seemed funny at the time?  It's not a complete story, because...there's no plot.  But it's not really an incomplete story, because...there's just no plot.  It's not a story at all.  But here, anyway, have a snippet:

Title: Stayin Fluff and Fly
Rating: Um, PG-13, for bestiality jokes?
Word Count: 628
Pairing: Penny/Hemingway

I totally need to be working on a school project that's due tomorrow, but instead I've been working on this.

Title: BDSM
Pairing: Patrick/Joe
Rating: R, which, despite the title, I think is probably overly cautious.  We'll call it 'R' for adult themes.
Word Count: 2,505
Warning: Um, adult themes.  Also, bad jokes.
Summary: The real problem is that, eventually, Pete and Andy start to notice the bruises.


This all came about because of a very, very funny chat with icedmaple last night, wherein we discussed...pretty much exactly this. I ended up cackling to myself about it while I was trying to fall asleep last night and, lo, fic was born.  I should probably say that this is maybe one of those things where no one is going to find it as funny as I find it.  But I?  Find it hilarious.

So the problem is that I keep looking at the inside of Pete's wrist in the following picture:



...and then things happened.  Things like a little bit more of the lawyer AU, not that interesting because it's after what would be the best part of the story, but it just wouldn't leave me alone.


This was totally off the cuff (ha! get it!), so if you spot any glaring mistakes, please feel free to call me an idiot.

Okay, I'm just going to throw this out there, it's probably been discussed to death already, but...

Pete Wentz wanted to be a lawyer.

Some of you would know better than me, I've never seen him mention career plans other than being in a band, but I'm not up on all the interviews. But I think he was thinking 'law school'.

His dad's a lawyer and he was a PoliSci major. You know what PoliSci majors do? They go to law school. Seriously, everyone I've ever know who was in PoliSci was pre-law. Then tonight I read this interview where he talks about doing volunteer legal work.  IDK, you guys.  I'd bet money that at some point in his college career, he was envisioning "Pete Wentz, Esq.".

It makes me want fic where Pete's a lawyer and Patrick is his brilliant young intern.

I have mental problems.  Seriously. 

I have just written 2,000 words of the most ridiculous crackfic ever. Ever.  And it's all 1001cranes's fault.  Well, maybe not all, but... I was definitely egged on.

The worst part?  I have more.  Oh yes.  In my brain there is another chapter. I wrote down two paragraphs, and then I made myself stop.  Because seriously.  Seriously.  I don't even want to post it communities.  It's that ridiculous.

So I'm just posting this, it's not a WIP, because I'm not sure I'll ever write another word of it.  So.  Let's just leave it here.

Oh, yeah, this is unbetaed, so if you spot any mistakes, please don't hesitate to give me a shout.

Title:  Devil's In the House
Author: Ginger
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Pete/Patrick pre-slash, I guess
Summary: Pete pouted.  "Dude, I am totally Satan, and I'm here to steal your soul.  You should be terrified right now."