The year is 1942, and Peter Wentz is on top of the world: beloved editor of The Pittsburgh Times, wealthy, and the most desired bachelor in the city. On his final day overseas, he meets draft dodger Patrick Stumph, who in one day manages to shake up Pete's snowglobe of a world. However, when Pete returns to Pittsburgh, his mother is ready to arrange a marriage. But Pete and Patrick have another plan. One designed to deceive the city. Because all is fair in love and war.

"Come on, Patrick," Pete said, fingers grazing down the other man's arm. He smirked as he felt Patrick react to his touch and catch his fingers before they were pulled away. "Life isn't all numbers and logic. Math is meant to be a bore. The world isn't." Patrick is a compulsive math teacher with a twisted sense of humor and hatred for his obsessions. Pete is a boisterous art teacher with a sexy smirk and hatred for Patrick's unhappiness. Patrick wants nothing to do with Pete. Pete wants everything to do with Patrick. Cue Brendon Urie and Dallon Weekes.

Pete Wentz is a commercial pilot with a conceited sense of himself. Patrick Stump is a famous racecar driver looking to join the Mile High Club. Pete believes only in one night stands. Patrick is a romantic. Pete was in the Air Force. Patrick is horrified of airplanes.

Just as the title says. Requests are always accepted.

When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?" Link to the original story: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html

"Everything about you is perfect, Down to your blood type, But I remember every time."