no writing technique is so awesome it can't be overused - Fall Out Boy Ficlet: You Know
Fall Out Boy Ficlet: You Know|
Fandom: Fall Out Boy
Size: 1200 words
Note: Thank you to Jj for being nice enough to share her prompt with me. This was a chat-bunny fed by circuity and callsigns many many months ago.
"I'm going to get punched," Patrick said.
"It's a kissing booth," Andy said. "You won't, 'cause that's like the whole point of it."
"No, but," Patrick said, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans, "I'm gonna get punched."
"Well..." Andy tilted his head. "I mean, whatever, if you want to back out on your dare."
"Shut up," Patrick muttered. "This is so stupid, man, seriously." He turned and squinted across the fair at the folding banquet table with the big paper sign reading: $1.00 = 1 kiss--Help Raise Money for AIDS Prevention, and then at the short, dark-haired, tan-skinned guy sitting at the table with his legs kicked up, reading a book. Patrick had seen him around before, a friend of a friend of a friend, and vaguely remembered hearing he was a grad student in the Communications department. An attractive guy with a predilection for hoodies and tight t-shirts, but they'd never talked.
Well, they'd talked once. The guy had handed Patrick a flyer advertising an anti-war march. Patrick had said, "Thank you."
Andy shrugged, face clearly saying, whatever, not my lips, also, I dared you, so give me my fifty bucks.
"Fine," Patrick said, and started walking across the grass. He dug into his front pocket and pulled out a crumpled twenty. Andy started giggling behind him, and he turned and glared over his shoulder.
He turned back, swerving to avoid a group of girls making a beeline for the stuffed animal toss, and then he was in front of the table. The guy had a on a short-sleeved t-shirt that showed off muscled, tattooed arms, and Patrick really hoped he wasn't going to get punched. But, anti-war activists were inherently non-violent, right? He was also wearing a nametag that said, MY NAME IS: PETE in black block print sharpie, with you know you wanna hit this written hastily underneath.
Patrick swallowed and put the twenty down on the table.
"You want nineteen dollars back?" Pete said, looking up from his book briefly. "I don't think we have that much change in the box. Just handed it over, sorry."
Patrick flushed, feeling himself turn red as a tomato. He hunched his shoulders. "I, uh. I don't want any change back."
Pete looked up, then, and Patrick flushed redder, hand closing and releasing in his pocket. Pete grinned, his bangs hanging over one eye, and he was seriously hotter in person than Patrick remembered. Patrick's relief at not getting punched only lasted a second before he remembered the rest of the dare.
"Well," Pete said, putting his book face-down on the table. "Dude, you have to come closer if I'm going to kiss you."
"Uh huh," Patrick said, not moving any closer.
"So," Pete said, quirking his eyebrow, and Patrick took his hand out of his pocket, leaning forward to brace himself awkwardly against the table, narrowly missing the book.
"Okay," Patrick said, and leaned further forward when Pete did, and, seriously, he was going to kill Andy, because he'd never been so embarrassed in his life.
But then Pete was kissing him lightly, lips brushing for a moment. Patrick automatically closed his eyes, and when Pete pulled away and said, softly, "One," Patrick could feel the whisper of breath against his lips.
Patrick opened his eyes, because this wasn't, it wasn't a thing, it was a dare, a kissing booth, and Pete moved in again, two, and Patrick was the one leaning forward, saying, "Three."
Pete's hand slid forward on the fourth, thumb bumping against the outside of Patrick's wrist, and by the sixth, Patrick had caught the scent of Pete's hair gel and the way he licked his lips between kisses, a quick dash of tongue over his lower lip. He was just, wow, really attractive, and Patrick still couldn't quite believe he was doing this. The fair dinned loudly around them, but Patrick could still hear his own breath, the noise ragged in his ears.
At eight, Pete pulled away, laughing, saying, "Fuck, my back," and clambered up carefully on the table to sit with his legs dangling over the side, bracketing Patrick's thighs. "This was not meant to be done all in a row," he confided, wrinkling his forehead.
"No," Patrick said. "Sorry. I. It's." He could feel himself starting to blush again, or maybe he never really stopped, maybe this would be the first case of honest-to-god spontaneous human combustion, right here on the college campus. "We can finish it later, if you want," he said, already leaning in again, but he paused and Pete caught him around the wrist and pulled him in closer.
"They'd have to pay me overtime," Pete scoffed. "You'd owe me like $5 more." He ran his thumb over Patrick's knuckles, and Patrick wasn't even thinking about what he was going to say to Andy, because Pete was kissing him again, the edge of the table digging hard into his legs, Pete’s thumb pressing in under his ear, and his eyes slid closed.
Patrick opened his eyes after the twentieth, taking a stumbling step backwards, letting go of Pete's shoulder and almost falling over a tuft of grass. When he looked up, Pete was looking at him, still grinning, running a finger across his lower lip. Patrick stared at it, dazed, for a long second before jerking his eyes away, putting his hand up to his hat.
"Okay,” Patrick said, and shifted on his feet. “Okay. Um. Uh. Thank you." He turned to leave, and Pete snagged his arm, pulling him back.
"Twenty kisses?" Pete said, sounding amused. "Twenty kisses, and you're not going to ask for my number?"
"Um," Patrick said, and Pete snagged his highlighter from under his book, pulling off the cap with his teeth. He wrote something on Patrick's hand, then leaned over and blew on it. "Oh," Patrick said. "So." He stalled on what to say next, staring down at the light blue numbers scrawled across the back of his hand. Pete's fingers were dark against his pale skin, and they tightened, stroking along the inside of his wrist before Pete let go.
"Oh, hey," Pete said, looking over Patrick's shoulder. "Another customer. I think you've started a rush."
"Oh," Patrick said. He felt like that was all he'd said for the last ten minutes. He glanced over his shoulder. Two girls stood behind him, giggling at each other. "I'll just. Uh. Be going now."
Pete smiled at him, squinting against the sun, shaking his bangs out of his eyes, and Patrick backed away, almost running into two people before he turned around to face the front, still sneaking peeks over his shoulder every five feet. He could hear Andy cackling from behind the snow cone machine, and Patrick yelled, "Shut up, Hurley!" slugging him in the shoulder when he got close.
"So," Andy said, once he'd stopped doubling over with laughter. "How did you like. How did you like Pete?"
"I'm going to kill you one of these days," Patrick says. "Just you wait. My revenge will be fast and vicious. Also, you owe me fifty bucks. Don’t think I’ll forget about that." But he was pulling his sleeve down over his blue-dyed skin as he said it, and hey. Hey. Maybe Patrick would call him.
[END] (at AO3)
Tags: my fic, my fic-fob
you know you wanna hit this
I am incapable of further comment because of the boykissing and the kinda voyeurism and Pete's work-related back injury and Patrick instinctively checking his hat because he's all flustered. *Dances around in shameless glee and scares her cats* Hurrah!
Heeee, yay! I'm glad you liked it! Oh, kissing.
Oh my god, that is the nicest ever! Awkwardly determined Patrick is so, so precious - and really now, that is actually exactly what was written on Pete's nametag. I love how light and fun this is. It is delightful!
Awkwardly determined Patrick is apparently my favorite ever! I'm sure this is a great surprise to you!
Really, though, what ELSE would Pete have on his nametag? I kind of want a special Pete icon now, JUST so I can use those keywords for it.
this was insanely adorable!
Hey, thank you! I really think kissing booth fics should end up a common fic trope. I would like that a lot, I think. Yes.
Awwww, yes! I had to sort of make myself keep going despite my embarrassment squick, but then it was just so lovely. Twenty kisses! Pete giving Patrick his number! This is so cute. And Patrick totally called, right?
Oh, wow! It's funny, because I have a major embarrassment squick too, and yet I didn't even think about whether this would trigger it! Another case of it being really interesting being on the writer side versus the reader side.
Also, Patrick TOTALLY called. I forget what I was thinking would happen, but they were definitely going to meet for coffee somewhere just a little off-campus. I think. Ooh! And I bet Patrick does work-study at the music library, and Pete totally meets him there some afternoons and they make out in the stacks when Patrick takes the cart out to do some shelving, until Pete has to go off to cover his office hours, because he keeps getting texted by students.
Oh! Kissing fic! YAY!! Kissing booth kissing fic. And oh my god, this is just so unbelievable sweet, even if Patrick was afraid he was going to get punched and is swearing revenge on Andy.
And just the idea of Pete sitting lonely and bored at a kissing booth, doing his homework is fabulous.
Oh, man, I actually went back with gigantic
and had a whole little section prior to this one with Pete that wouldn't fit into the actual "story."
joyfulseeker: I mean, I admit, at first I'd thought maybe it would be Patrick stuck behind the counter.
joyfulseeker: but I think it's better with Pete.
Ceej: I really like Pete being the one behind the counter. Of COURSE he'd be part of a kissing booth for a serious SOCIAL CAUSE.
Ceej: Oh, Pete.
joyfulseeker: Dude, he SO WOULD.
joyfulseeker: When I first brainstormed it, he hadn't gotten behind the counter on purpose, but was just filling in. But either way would be awesome.
Ceej: oooh, filling in is awesome, too, yes
Ceej: because then pete's just doing for the sake of kissing folks. you want me to kiss some strangers for you? SURE, why not!
joyfulseeker: Yes! Like, oh, you have a family emergency? I was just coming to exchange your cash box, but, sure! I can do that!
joyfulseeker: But a kissing booth isn't ACTUALLY that popular, apparently, especially when the cute girl is traded for a short guy with tattoos and big teeth.
Ceej: ahh, yes
joyfulseeker: So really, Pete just spends most of his time leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the counter, reading the handout for next week's seminar.
joyfulseeker: Heckling a few of his friends when they pass by. He gets Joe to kiss him, and almost has to run away to make Brendon STOP kissing him. He sees a couple kids he's TA'd for, which is weird for all parties concerned.
Ceej: Ahahahaha Brendon
joyfulseeker: Can you IMAGINE?
Ceej: I totally imagine Brendon's there hanging out with somebody, too. Like Spencer or someone just waiting around for Brendon to stop and come ON already. And eventually even PETE wants him to stop, but Brendon has gotten kind of into the whole thing by that point.
joyfulseeker: And Brendon's being kind of ridiculous about it, pursing his lips in a fish-face, then actually opening his mouth, and, that's okay, but come on, man, that ship has sailed, and it's just wet.
joyfulseeker: "All right, go on with you, man," Pete says at last, pushing him away. "I just gave you, like, five freebies, including that slobber one, and don't think I won't get you back for that, Urie. Go and knock over some mailboxes, or something."
Ceej: ahahahaha, Brendon, you wretch
joyfulseeker: I lurve him.
Ceej: me toooo
your IMs before pasting!)
You know wanna hit that, Patrick! Oh, I still love this so, so much. He doesn't want any change! Mmm, kisses.
Dude, he totally does! Ohhhh, kisses. Yes.
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
Wheee!! That was fuN!
My revenge will be fast and vicious, indeed :D
Thank you! They're so delightful to play with.
This was absolutely adorable. I just want to curl up with it and cuddle.
Thank you. xxx
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
MY NAME IS: PETE in black block print sharpie, with you know you wanna hit this written hastily underneath.
For the WIN.
Heeeee. Thank you! He's such a special boy.
THIS IS AMAZING, I LOVE IT.
Thank you! THEY ARE THE BEST. (Okay, see, here's what I love about the clip your icon is from. The way Patrick's trying to keep a straight face and CLEARLY failing. But he's trying! Because breast cancer is Serious Business! No really!)
just what I needed! Thanks for this bit of amazingness!
Thank you so much! I'm glad I could add a little bit of kissing booth to your life!
this, right here, is exactly what i needed today. or all week, s'matter of fact. i just. you hit everything spot on, from andy daring patrick to patrick squaring his shoulders and seeing it through to pete's nametag, and dude, my favorite part would have to be: He turned and squinted across the fair at the folding banquet table with the big paper sign reading: $1.00 = 1 kiss--Help Raise Money for AIDS Prevention, and then at the short, dark-haired, tan-skinned guy sitting at the table with his legs kicked up, reading a book. because pete, makeout king, would TOTALLY set up a kissing booth for a good cause! AND HE'D BE READING A BOOK WHILE OH-SO-CASUALLY (and not a little attractively) MANNING IT, WHAT.
thank you for writing this! i'm sorely tempted to demand to know what happens next, but i'm guessing patrick calls and pete comes over and they live out their college years in the same dorm and the rest of their lives in one another's personal space HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND NOT WITHOUT HOT MAKEOUTS. y/y? :D
Ha hah, yes! Oh, man, makeout king, I have to confess, that aspect of this fic absolutely didn't occur to me prior to getting comments on it. Yay! A happy accident!
Also, OF COURSE OMG THE HOT MAKEOUTS ARE SO IMPLIED.
oh i love kissing and this is so sweet and sexy and eeee! kissing!!
I love kissing too! Yayyyy!
..... WOOOT. HOT.
(thumbs up all the way)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
|Date:||May 8th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)|| |
you. you're fantastic!
Kissing booth. Was there ever a more appropriate plot device for this fandom? Ever?
Kissing booth! So cute, and hot! And like everyone else, I love Pete's name tag a lot.
Hee, thank you! Mmm, kissing.
Mmm...finally, Pete gets his opportunity to prove that he's the makeout king.
This was so adorable.
You know, he tries.
At eight, Pete pulled away, laughing, saying, "Fuck, my back," and clambered up carefully on the table to sit with his legs dangling over the side, bracketing Patrick's thighs.
Nnnnrgh. Admit it, you totally wrote the whole thing around that little image. Ngh. Also, \o/!
ALSO ALSO. I don't have the scan handy, so normalhumanbein
's icon will do:
(It says: "HELLO. I DON'T FEEL WELL. Just my voice... Sorry. What's your NAME
. I am William.
" It's entirely too precious for words. BUT STILL NOT AS AWESOME AS PETE'S NAME TAG OH MY GOD.)
Oh man, actually, I totally wrote this around that first exchange where Pete's like, dude, I don't have enough change to break a twenty and Patrick has to admit that he doesn't want any change. The bracketing thighs thing was actually an add-in later, when rewriting it from chat format. But I won't lie, I found that image very very very nice. There's actually this whole side-tangent circuity
and I went on where we were wondering how exactly one even DID a kissing booth, anyway, and, like, do you just have to lean across, and how awkward is that?
I LOVE THAT ICON. WILLIAM IS TOO TOO PRECIOUS. Ahahahahahah I love how William's is totally adorable, and Pete is just...kind of skeazy. \o/! WHATEVER YOU KNOW YOU WANNA HIT THAT.
|Date:||May 8th, 2007 06:54 am (UTC)|| |
so sweet and gorgeous, made me go all gooey
Pete's nametag: Ha! He so would write that. I love everything about this fic, everyone is just so cute and adorable and I want to clutch them to my chest and keep them forever. Fabulous ♥
Thank you! Oh, Pete. You are so much fun to write.
Pete's nametag!! Classic. And so utterly believable.
Also, Pete's casualness contrasting with Patrick's awkwardness. Love it.
Thank you! They're, you know, pretty fun to write, even when they don't know each other first.
Aww, adorable! Very sweet and funny. :)
Thank you! I had fun with it, so I'm glad others seem to find it fun too.
I read this before I went to work this morning, and ah, it's so lovely to start the day with something like this. =) Kissing booth! This should be in more fics. And you make it so hot, when it's almost innocent, and I'd love to see more in this 'verse, before and after, just because you draw all their characterisations so nicely in the ficlet.
Kissing booth! This should be in more fics.
I agree completely! I remember, I was looking for prompts for that challenge and I saw the kissing booth summary (there was something in there about various shenanigans with a heart condition that I decided was CLEARLY unnecessary), and I immediately went, "!!!!!" and then I showed it to circuity
and she went, "!!!!! I SHALL SIMPLY DIE IF WE DON'T HAVE A KISSING BOOTH FIC," and that pretty much said it all.
Too adorable. TOO ADORABLE. I love it!
Thank you! Oh, kissing. I'm a fan.