Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 8
Happy Valentine's Day!
and many thanks to my beta,
megyal I totally hate LJ for not working for me all day. so yes, it's not really still valentines, but we'll pretend.
Title: Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 8
Author:lovelyloveleave
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: G
Summary: Annoying!Pete and Crabby!Patrick AU college fic. Sweaty boys! More Coffee!
Disclaimer: fictional
ChubbyCheeks is what my sister sometimes calls me. On the surface it’s a reference to my baby face which I never grew out of, but it’s also her making fun of my big ass. So I thought it was appropriate.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
no picture today because lj is being wonky. sorry. but if you'd like to know what picture I would've used, direct yourself shwa.
So, last night, in a haze of notstudyingness, I started a Greta/Maja fic, that I would adore some feedback on. So, it's Valentine's Day. Care to open your hearts to some G rated femmeslash? oh yeah, it's roughly based on the song "judy" by the pipettes if that peaks your interest.
and many thanks to my beta,
megyal I totally hate LJ for not working for me all day. so yes, it's not really still valentines, but we'll pretend.Title: Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 8
Author:
lovelyloveleave Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: G
Summary: Annoying!Pete and Crabby!Patrick AU college fic. Sweaty boys! More Coffee!
Disclaimer: fictional
ChubbyCheeks is what my sister sometimes calls me. On the surface it’s a reference to my baby face which I never grew out of, but it’s also her making fun of my big ass. So I thought it was appropriate.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
no picture today because lj is being wonky. sorry. but if you'd like to know what picture I would've used, direct yourself shwa.
When he woke for the second time that day, Pete was uncomfortably warm. It was stifling under the blanket and he could feel that he was damp with sweat. He threw back the blanket and shivered at the rush of cold air on his clammy body as he sat up.
“Mmmrgh.” In his groggy state Pete almost jumped at the noise before he remembered Patrick. He glared at Patrick’s back, identifying him as the source of all the extra heat in his bed.
Patrick shivered and tried to burrow into the wall, but Pete was up now, which meant he wanted Patrick up too.
“Wake up! I want to get coffee.”
“Ng,” was Patrick’s response.
“Oh come on, you didn’t even try to form words!”
“…sshleeping.”
Pete shook Patrick by the shoulder, in an effort to turn him over, but Patrick just tried to get even closer to the wall, which was impossible as he was already flush against it. The shaking still not working, Pete moved on to poking Patrick’s shoulder blade, and then to lightly tickling his side, but Patrick seemed magnetically attached to the wall.
Bored and getting annoyed, Pete sat on Patrick’s hip, trying to wedge his butt between the wall and Patrick. With the force of Pete’s weight, Patrick was pried from the wall. Lying on his back with Pete’s weight resting on his stomach, Patrick finally opened his eyes.
“Jesus, Pete, eat a fucking salad.” He seemed to be having trouble breathing.
“Look who’s talking, ChubbyCheeks. Are you getting up now?”
Patrick’s eyes closed again.
Pete rolled his eyes and dug his fingers hard into Patrick’s side. Patrick squirmed and tried to push Pete off. “RAPE. Rape! Get off me!” With a hard shove he managed to dislodge Pete who fell off his (LOFTED) bed (THE FOUR FEET) to the floor.
Pete landed on a combination of his ass and his elbows and let out a feline sounding yelp.
Patrick peered over the edge of the bed nervously to where Pete lay on the floor, glaring up at the blond.
“You’re so buying me coffee, now.”
***
After Patrick had paid and the barista (at whom he did not smile, Pete noticed) handed over their coffees, the two boys sat at a table to sip their drinks. Patrick just spaced out into a blissfully caffeinated state, absentmindedly adjusting and readjusting his (borrowed) baseball cap, while Pete sat and watched him, reflecting on the show and the after-party.
“You have a nice voice.” Patrick snapped out of his mini-coma and gave Pete a quizzical look.
“Last night, you were singing about Beirut.” Pete grinned, “You’ve got good range.”
Patrick looked dazed for a moment, but then smirked., “Well, I’m no Pete Wentz.”
“Nah, you can actually carry a tune.” They both took a moment to laugh, before Pete drained his cup and stood.
Throwing out their trash, Pete turned to Patrick, “So, what do you want to do now?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, I’m in the mood for movie popcorn.”
“Uh... I don’t know, I kinda need to go home and shower.”
Pete leaned in close to Patrick to put his nose by his neck and took a deep sniff. “You smell fine to me.”
Patrick started to turn red, and was speechless for a few seconds, which was just enough time for Pete to grab his arm and start walking them out of the shop, “A movie it is!”
At the theater, Pete pointed out a sappy looking chick flick. Patrick mumbled something about not having any more cash, which Pete waved away, and bought two tickets and two popcorns (‘Cause you seem like the type who wouldn’t want to share.’).
***
The movie really was awful, Pete concluded, and looked to his left to see if he could start a conversation with Patrick instead. That’s when he noticed that Patrick seemed genuinely into the film. His face was relaxed from its customary expression into a slight smile, and every time a character made a particularly sappy declaration, it would break into a goofy grin. He looked cute.
Pete watched Patrick watch the movie until Patrick noticed this out of the corner of his eye and irritably turned to Pete. “What?”
“You’re such a chick!”
“Shut the hell up, Pete.”
A lady behind them ‘shhhed’ loudly, so they turned back to the screen.
Pete spent the rest of the movie watching Patrick out of his peripheral vision, while Patrick spent the rest of the movie fighting to keep a smile from breaking through his scowl.
***
“Mmmrgh.” In his groggy state Pete almost jumped at the noise before he remembered Patrick. He glared at Patrick’s back, identifying him as the source of all the extra heat in his bed.
Patrick shivered and tried to burrow into the wall, but Pete was up now, which meant he wanted Patrick up too.
“Wake up! I want to get coffee.”
“Ng,” was Patrick’s response.
“Oh come on, you didn’t even try to form words!”
“…sshleeping.”
Pete shook Patrick by the shoulder, in an effort to turn him over, but Patrick just tried to get even closer to the wall, which was impossible as he was already flush against it. The shaking still not working, Pete moved on to poking Patrick’s shoulder blade, and then to lightly tickling his side, but Patrick seemed magnetically attached to the wall.
Bored and getting annoyed, Pete sat on Patrick’s hip, trying to wedge his butt between the wall and Patrick. With the force of Pete’s weight, Patrick was pried from the wall. Lying on his back with Pete’s weight resting on his stomach, Patrick finally opened his eyes.
“Jesus, Pete, eat a fucking salad.” He seemed to be having trouble breathing.
“Look who’s talking, ChubbyCheeks. Are you getting up now?”
Patrick’s eyes closed again.
Pete rolled his eyes and dug his fingers hard into Patrick’s side. Patrick squirmed and tried to push Pete off. “RAPE. Rape! Get off me!” With a hard shove he managed to dislodge Pete who fell off his (LOFTED) bed (THE FOUR FEET) to the floor.
Pete landed on a combination of his ass and his elbows and let out a feline sounding yelp.
Patrick peered over the edge of the bed nervously to where Pete lay on the floor, glaring up at the blond.
“You’re so buying me coffee, now.”
***
After Patrick had paid and the barista (at whom he did not smile, Pete noticed) handed over their coffees, the two boys sat at a table to sip their drinks. Patrick just spaced out into a blissfully caffeinated state, absentmindedly adjusting and readjusting his (borrowed) baseball cap, while Pete sat and watched him, reflecting on the show and the after-party.
“You have a nice voice.” Patrick snapped out of his mini-coma and gave Pete a quizzical look.
“Last night, you were singing about Beirut.” Pete grinned, “You’ve got good range.”
Patrick looked dazed for a moment, but then smirked., “Well, I’m no Pete Wentz.”
“Nah, you can actually carry a tune.” They both took a moment to laugh, before Pete drained his cup and stood.
Throwing out their trash, Pete turned to Patrick, “So, what do you want to do now?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, I’m in the mood for movie popcorn.”
“Uh... I don’t know, I kinda need to go home and shower.”
Pete leaned in close to Patrick to put his nose by his neck and took a deep sniff. “You smell fine to me.”
Patrick started to turn red, and was speechless for a few seconds, which was just enough time for Pete to grab his arm and start walking them out of the shop, “A movie it is!”
At the theater, Pete pointed out a sappy looking chick flick. Patrick mumbled something about not having any more cash, which Pete waved away, and bought two tickets and two popcorns (‘Cause you seem like the type who wouldn’t want to share.’).
***
The movie really was awful, Pete concluded, and looked to his left to see if he could start a conversation with Patrick instead. That’s when he noticed that Patrick seemed genuinely into the film. His face was relaxed from its customary expression into a slight smile, and every time a character made a particularly sappy declaration, it would break into a goofy grin. He looked cute.
Pete watched Patrick watch the movie until Patrick noticed this out of the corner of his eye and irritably turned to Pete. “What?”
“You’re such a chick!”
“Shut the hell up, Pete.”
A lady behind them ‘shhhed’ loudly, so they turned back to the screen.
Pete spent the rest of the movie watching Patrick out of his peripheral vision, while Patrick spent the rest of the movie fighting to keep a smile from breaking through his scowl.
***
So, last night, in a haze of notstudyingness, I started a Greta/Maja fic, that I would adore some feedback on. So, it's Valentine's Day. Care to open your hearts to some G rated femmeslash? oh yeah, it's roughly based on the song "judy" by the pipettes if that peaks your interest.