"Nose Runs Ruby Red"
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Title: "Nose Runs Ruby Red"
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Remember that time I punched you in the face? (Patrick's POV)
Author: Me (
high_school_low)
Rating: PG for now
Author's Notes: I think this is my first Pete/Patrick fic, though I've been lurking for a bit! I'm new to this pairing (Bam Margera/Ryan Dunn is my #1 OTP), but I've been reading/writing slash for almost 4 years now.
Patrick's POV
Remember that time I punched you in the face? After reading the sheet of lyrics you'd given me, I knew that you'd written them about me and I told you that there was no way I would let you talk shit about me and make me sing it.
I thought we'd just yell at each other, which was nothing new, but this time you got up in my face, real close, and spat words at me, low and steady. I hate fighting with you, because you have a tendency to dig down deep and pull out the meanest thing you can think of. You were pulling apart every insecurity I'd ever had and laying them out in front ot me. Even though this was the millionth time you'd done this to me, something in your voice made old scars sting worse than ever.
I couldn't stand to hear it, so like a cornered dog, the only way I could think of to shut you up was to hit you. So I swung a punch that landed almost square on your nose and it was so hard that my knuckles ached.
I pulled back and my stomach dropped with the irrational thought that you must hate me now. When you pulled your hand away from your face and saw the bright smear of blood, you went over to the mirror. I stayed put, uneasy and unable to read your face.
After a few seconds of examing the damage, your face brightened with that sick little grin of yours and when you turned to me, you said, "It looks cool."
Even though I felt like I'd been tricked, like you'd started all of this just to play with my head and see how far you could push me, I leaned forward to bury my head into the crook of your neck and breathe a sigh of relief. But instead you caught my lips in a kiss and I licked the blood off your teeth, thick and coppery.
That night, after the show, we collapsed on our bed in the hotel room with matching bloodstains on our collars and both stinking of sweat. We told each other secrets, big ones and little ones, and at one point I confessed, "I want to fall in love with you and beat the shit out of you at the same time... and sometimes that screws things up."
You turned to me with a face that was serious in a way that only you could ever manage and said "That's okay, because I think I want to do even worse things to you."
It made me shiver because even though I wasn't entirely sure what you were talking about, the way you put things made me feel like this was forever now, like there was no going back. The words you said made me nervous and excited for the future in a way that I didn't even know was possible.
You never re-wrote that damn song, either.
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So that's my first try at this pairing, I hope you guys liked it!
Feedback and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!
[EDIT:] The spacing's fixed now... sorry.
Title: "Nose Runs Ruby Red"
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Remember that time I punched you in the face? (Patrick's POV)
Author: Me (
high_school_low)Rating: PG for now
Author's Notes: I think this is my first Pete/Patrick fic, though I've been lurking for a bit! I'm new to this pairing (Bam Margera/Ryan Dunn is my #1 OTP), but I've been reading/writing slash for almost 4 years now.
Patrick's POV
Remember that time I punched you in the face? After reading the sheet of lyrics you'd given me, I knew that you'd written them about me and I told you that there was no way I would let you talk shit about me and make me sing it.
I thought we'd just yell at each other, which was nothing new, but this time you got up in my face, real close, and spat words at me, low and steady. I hate fighting with you, because you have a tendency to dig down deep and pull out the meanest thing you can think of. You were pulling apart every insecurity I'd ever had and laying them out in front ot me. Even though this was the millionth time you'd done this to me, something in your voice made old scars sting worse than ever.
I couldn't stand to hear it, so like a cornered dog, the only way I could think of to shut you up was to hit you. So I swung a punch that landed almost square on your nose and it was so hard that my knuckles ached.
I pulled back and my stomach dropped with the irrational thought that you must hate me now. When you pulled your hand away from your face and saw the bright smear of blood, you went over to the mirror. I stayed put, uneasy and unable to read your face.
After a few seconds of examing the damage, your face brightened with that sick little grin of yours and when you turned to me, you said, "It looks cool."
Even though I felt like I'd been tricked, like you'd started all of this just to play with my head and see how far you could push me, I leaned forward to bury my head into the crook of your neck and breathe a sigh of relief. But instead you caught my lips in a kiss and I licked the blood off your teeth, thick and coppery.
That night, after the show, we collapsed on our bed in the hotel room with matching bloodstains on our collars and both stinking of sweat. We told each other secrets, big ones and little ones, and at one point I confessed, "I want to fall in love with you and beat the shit out of you at the same time... and sometimes that screws things up."
You turned to me with a face that was serious in a way that only you could ever manage and said "That's okay, because I think I want to do even worse things to you."
It made me shiver because even though I wasn't entirely sure what you were talking about, the way you put things made me feel like this was forever now, like there was no going back. The words you said made me nervous and excited for the future in a way that I didn't even know was possible.
You never re-wrote that damn song, either.
So that's my first try at this pairing, I hope you guys liked it!
Feedback and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!
[EDIT:] The spacing's fixed now... sorry.