do you remember the time

[justtothesea]

It is I, josiemus_prime! Just got this done! I was debating with myself over whether I should post this here or at my personal journal, but nah, whatever, here it is. Any shitty mistakes at all are all my fault for not checking this better before posting >:( stupid me.


10 Songs Meme:
1.) Pick a character/pairing/fandom.
2.) Put your music on shuffle.
3.) Write a drabble mini fic! related to the song. You have from the time the song starts until it ends to write.
4.) Do ten and post!

do you remember the time
pete/patrick
10 mini fics. 2,200~ words total. ranges from g - nc-17.

let there be angst, crack, fluff, canon, zombies, hookers, space travel, office jobs and porn! um, you can count that as the summary.

1. Avenue Q - Internet is for Porn
The internet is really, really great-- FOR PORN


"Umm, no, the Internet is not just- it's not for porn, shut up Pete," Patrick tells him. Because, no, he’s trying to set a lesson plan here.

"Ah, you almost caved there, Rickster." Pete grins and sits on a student's table, starts swinging his legs.

Patrick rolls his eyes. "Get off."

"Ooh, please make me." Pete leers and Patrick shakes his head. Why did he let Pete come with him today.

Patrick's quiet for a moment, then says, "It's not for porn,"

"It is for porn," Pete argues instantly.

"No, you use it for a lot of things, like, complaining about how you have nothing to complain about," Patrick says as he walks over to Pete, "you don't just use it for porn."

"Oh, Patrick, what do you think that little tab I have next to it is?"

"You're so gross." Patrick makes a face, but he's standing right in front of Pete now.

Pete wraps his legs around Patrick's hips and says, "You love it," as he leans in to kiss him.



2. Muse - Starlight
I'll never let you go if you promise not to fade away, never fade away


Patrick chose this, he knows he did. And in the beginning, everything was fine. He thought this was what he wanted, what Pete needed. But every day - or night, he can't tell which anymore - is the same.

Patrick hasn't been on real ground for almost a year, he's tired, and he's afraid. Not as sure about this as he used to be. Because Pete hasn't been getting better, he's been getting worse. He's obsessed. He sleeps and speaks less and less as time goes by. He's lost in this mission, his obsession. It's wearing him away at the edges. Patrick can't tell if he's running to something or running away from everything.

He doesn't know what to do, how to fix this. It's messed up and scary because they're all alone out here. He isn't even sure they know where they're going anymore.

All he knows, and can promise, is that he'll always be there for him. No matter what Pete's going through, he'll stay by his side. Because it's the only thing that he’s sure he can do for him. At this point, Patrick just hopes it will be enough.



3. Shirley Bassey - Big Spender
Hey, big spender, spend a little time with me


"See, Pete? What'd I tell ya. They're young, they're clean and they're brand new. Sweet deal, huh?"

Somehow, Pete really doubts a lot of the things on that list. He wouldn't be stupid enough to fall for Gabe's sale even if this was real.

Pete grabs him by the collar, pulls Gabe down until they're eye to eye. "Don't dick me on this, you son of a bitch, I said I wanted new. But I swear I know people who've fucked each of these bitches at least once, so you better have something new for me."

Gabe's eyes widen a little, before he grins wide, and Pete knows he fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

"Yo, Patrick," Gabe calls without taking his eyes off of Pete.

Patrick walks into the room, his hands tied in front of him so tightly his fingers are going purple. Pete has to fight the urge to punch Gabe right now.

Patrick stares at Pete like he's scared, like he doesn't know him. It's so believable that Pete almost forgets that it's part of the plan.

"Brand new and seriously fucking young, just like you wanted," Gabe says, throwing an arm around Patrick's shoulders.

Pete makes a face but covers it with a smile, reaches out to touch Patrick's arm, then gently starts to tug him close, away from Gabe.

Pete looks at Patrick, strokes his cheek as he says, "Yeah, just like I wanted," and then he turns and punches Gabe. Laughs as he stumbles back. Almost instantly, the police charge in, holding Gabe back as he swears and struggles.

Pete takes Patrick's hand and walks up to him, opens his own jacket with his free hand to show his badge.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."



4. Michael Jackson - Thriller
And though you fight to stay alive/ Your body starts to shiver/ For no mere mortal can resist/ The evil of the thriller


"But I'm scared," Pete says, "you're my boyfriend, you're supposed to comfort me in the scary parts."

Patrick rolls his eyes. "We've seen this movie ten times."

"But that was before you were my boyfriend," Pete pouts. It's not even endearing at all.

Patrick sighs and pats Pete's shoulder. "There, there," he deadpans.

*

"And, and did you see the part where he's like, he's like 'GET AWAY' and she screams, and Patrick, dude, she has like the worst scream."

Pete keeps rambling, walking backwards in front of Patrick. Patrick just nods absently in the appropriate places, because they have had this discussion ten times before.

They're walking through the graveyard - it's a shortcut to their street - when suddenly Pete turns, walks a few steps forward and stops, causing Patrick to run into him.

"Pete, what?"

"Gotta show you something, 'Trick." And when Pete turns back around he's, well, pretty fucking dead looking.

"Holy shit!" Patrick yells, and then punches Pete in his weird, off-color, face.

Pete winces and cups his jaw. "Hey, ow, Jesus, Patrick, what was that for?"

"You're a zombie!"

"Well, yeah, that's what I was going to tell you."

"You're going to eat my brain!"

"Um, that, not so much, no." Pete smirks at him. Patrick's a little unnerved at himself that he still finds Pete really, really attractive anyway.

"Um," he says, because what else is there to say?

"Yep," Pete agrees, even though there's nothing to agree to. "It's kind of cool, you know? We have dance-offs sometimes. Thriller's actually got most of it right."

"Huh." That at least explains Pete's obsession with Thriller.

Pete smiles and kisses him, and, nope, the zombie thing doesn't appear to be a problem for Patrick in the Pete department. He should probably be a little worried about that. He's not, though.



5. Frank Sinatra - The Way You Look Tonight
Some day, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you


"Pete, come on, man, it's four in the morning," Patrick complains.

Pete cradles the phone closer, curls in against the wall of his bunk. "Please?" He pleads. "I just, I can't sleep and, and you're over there."

Patrick sighs at the other end. This is a familiar arguement. While splitting up into two buses was a good idea for all of them, Pete can't help but hate the fact that Patrick's so far away, especially when he needs him like he does now.

"Okay, what do you want to hear tonight?"

"Anything-- No, you know what? Trick, Patrick, I don't care if you're singing or you're just talking to me, just don't. Don't let me be—" alone.

"Hey, hey, Pete, what happened?"

"I just. It's a lot of shit, man, I can't. But I tried, I tried to remember- I couldn't picture you and I had to listen to your voice because, I couldn't."

"Calm down, Pete, okay, just relax. I'm there."

"You're not—"

"I am. You're just not thinking hard enough. Look, just… close your eyes, okay?" Pete does, and Patrick starts singing. And, yeah, after a while, Pete can picture him again, there's no scary block in his mind like there was before. It's okay, because Patrick's there.

"I'm always there," Patrick says, and it's the last thing Pete hears before he falls asleep.



6. Paul Anka - Puppy Love
And they called it puppy love/ Just because we're seventeen/ Tell them all it isn't fair/ To take away my only dream


When he was thinking logically, Patrick could be fair and understand where his parents were coming from. But when he let himself think outside of "logic", when he let what he knew and what he felt dictate his decision, he knew it would always lead to Pete. He knew that they were right.

Fuck logic, anyway, logic is why he has to stay in school even though he wants out, logic is why he can't just quit and be in a band, logic is keeping him away from Pete. Patrick fucking hates logic.

He gets out of bed and opens his window, he isn't even surprised when Pete appears.

He looks tired, probably hasn't slept in days. Patrick knows he himself hasn't slept since it happened.

"Patrick," Pete smiles, and it’s sharp at the edges, something like hopeful and scared. Patrick puts his hand on Pete's, where he's gripping the windowsill. "Run away with me."

And before he climbs out his window, Patrick thinks, Logic was the only thing keeping me here, anyway.



7. The Lonely Island - Like a Boss
So you're in charge around here, is that fair to say?/ Absolutely, I'm the boss/ Okay, so take us through a day in the life of the boss/ Well the first thing I do is...


"TALK TO CORPORATE. Like a boss."

"Um, Pete-- Mr. Wentz?

"APPROVE MEMOS. Like a boss."

"Seriously, Pete, what—"

"LEAD A WORKSHOP. Like a boss."

"I'm supposed to be doing your performance review."

"REMEMBER BIRTHDAYS. Like a boss. Oh, and hey, here you go." Pete slides over a box of chocolates and a birthday card.

"Um, thanks, but it's not my—"

"MICROMANAGE. Like a boss."

"Jesus Christ, Pete, there are people outside that can hear you."

"HIT ON PATRICK. Like a boss."

"Why did I show you that song."

"GET REJECTED. Like a boss. SWALLOW SADNESS. Like a boss."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"SEE YOU LATER. Like a boss."



8. Nine Inch Nails - Closer
I wanna fuck you like an animal/ My whole existence is flawed/ You get me closer to God


"Pete, fuck," Patrick swears into his mouth.

"Need you fucking now," Pete growls and slides his hands under Patrick's shirt, claws at his skin.

"Ah, fuck. Can't. People outside. Shit, don't—" Pete starts pushing him, backing him up and onto the table in the dressing room.

"Won't stop. Patrick, Patrick." Pete licks into his mouth, desperate, dirty, as he starts unzipping Patrick's pants.

"Pete," Patrick gasps when Pete grabs his dick, squeezes and lets go, his hand slides further between Patrick's legs and—"Pete, fuck, yeah, yes."

Pete thrusts two fingers into Patrick, hard and deep, watches as Patrick throws his head back and pants, pushing back down onto his fingers.

"Going to fuck you so hard, Trick," Pete says against his neck, licks and bites at his salty skin, "need to."

"Pete- yes."



9. Johnny Tillotson - True True Happiness
True, true happiness will follow if you'll only follow me


As soon as Patrick opens the door, Joe announces, "You're in the band, dude!"

Patrick breaks out into a smile. "What, seriously? Oh man, that's awesome!" He pulls Joe into a hug. "I can't believe I get to play drums for the band!"

Joe pulls away, is a bit hesitant before saying, "Uuuh, about that..."

"How good are you with lyrics, Lunchbox?" Pete appears in the doorway, grinning maniacally.

Patrick glances between them. "...What?"

"You're the singer!" Pete says happily.

Patrick frowns. "I don't sing."

"Yes you do," Joe says, and Patrick glares at him.

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't"

"Do."

"Do," Pete joins in, nodding his head. He grabs Patrick by the shoulders, and before he can react, he's kissing him.

"Oh, gross," Joe says, with no inflection whatsoever.

Pete grins against Patrick's mouth and pulls away. "We're going to be awesome, trust me."

And, huh, Patrick does.



10. The Matches - Papercut Skin
I'm a mark for their marketing plans/ I'm Americancer/ A Myspace romancer


Pete bangs his head on his desk again, and really, Joe thinks he's just being a little bitch. In fact, he makes a point to tell Pete this once he lifts his head up, dizzy.

"Whatever, Trohman, my life is hard," Pete pouts.

"You make lots and lots of money," Joe says, staring at him blankly.

Pete looks like he's in pain, which probably means he's thinking. Joe waits.

"Well yeah, but… my life is hard," Pete says finally.

Joe just rolls his eyes and turns back to his computer. Pete's a melodramatic little bitch. This is probably over his hair or something.

The new intern comes by to bring them their coffee. The kid's a little clumsy, he almost spills the coffee on Pete's head, but Pete doesn't even look away from the page on his screen - the completely not-work-related page on his screen - as the intern sputters his apologies for about ten minutes, blushes and then rushes away.

Joe says nothing. Pete's not hitting his head anymore, so there's nothing to really complain about.

After a few minutes, though, Joe hears him gasp and he's suddenly being wheeled around. "Dude, what?" He flails. Joe does not like being made to flail. It's not manly.

"He wants to meet! Patrick wants to meet!" Pete points at his screen, at the short myspace message that says:



Oh, sure, I'd love to meet. That would be great, I mean, yeah. Where?


There's no profile picture with the name, Joe is thinking this might be a bad idea. "Someone on myspace? Really? I don't know if that's totally safe man--"

"It's Patrick," Pete grins almost psychotically. And yeah, there's no reasoning here.

"I don't know what that actually means, but okay." Joe shrugs and rolls back to his desk.


A few days later, Joe catches Pete and the clumsy intern making out in the Janitor's closet. It wasn't hard to miss, the door was wide open. Pete's an idiot like that.

"Oh, Patrick." Joe hears Pete moan before he shuts the door for them.

***

A/N: Okay, I suck and messed up the whole point of this because these are mini fics not drabbles, I apparently can't do drabbles. Sorry. I seriously did stop when the songs did! I swear! Except maybe papercut skin and true, true happiness which took about 2 minutes overtime... do not throw rocks, I am fragile :(

also here on AO3

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slashygoodness/]

Zombies, Josie. Motherfucking zombies. And hookers. And Pete doing things LIKE A BOSS. And Pete hooking up with people from myspace. And just... You are made of win, Miss Josie-Posie.

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

\o/ \o/ \o/ all of that is true! especially the me = win part. looool

Zombies *nods* and now there should be zombie hookers. or vampire hookers. oh! zombie-vampire-werewolf hookers. *_______*

thank you, bb ♥

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slashygoodness/]

... Zombie hooker vampire hunters? At least it's not as mind breaking as Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter (never watch it or you will waste two hours of your life!).

[kittygrenade.livejournal.com]

*FLAILS* OMG JOSIE! *MAKES GRABBY HANDS*
I CANNOT PIN POINT A FAVOURITE!
I JUST LOVE ALL OF THESE! OMFG! ♥/♥♥♥

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

I WOULD EXPAND ON ALL OF THESE... IF I HAD THE TIME OR PATIENCE. ACTUALLY I HAVE THE TIME, BUT NOT THE PATIENCE. *shrugs and procrastinates life away*

\o/ thank you, bb! I'm so glad you like! ♥♥♥

[kittygrenade.livejournal.com]

THEN I WILL HAVE TO BRIBE YOU WITH SHINY THINGS!

You are welcome. lol I love this meme.=^-^=
♥♥♥♥

[thebrokenprince.livejournal.com]

dsopglkjsdgjsdflkldgjs THE LAST LINES OF THE LAST ONE MADE ME LOL. AND I LOVED THE CLOSER ONE. ALL MADE OF WIN VERY MUCH. IDK WHY I'M CAPSLOCKING POSSIBLY I JUST WOKE UP.

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

I FEEL LIKE PATRICK-THE-CLUMSY-INTERN FIGURED OUT WHO PETE WAS FIRST WHEN HE STARTED THERE, AND HAS BEEN ALL STAMMER-Y AND CLUMSY AROUND HIM IN THE OFFICE BECAUSE THEY FLIRT A WHOLE LOT ONLINE AND PETE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS AND... I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT, OK.

\o/ but anyway, thank you for the comment, bb! <3

[exorcise.livejournal.com]

THESE ARE ALL SO GLORIOUS IT MAKES ME WANT TO DO THIS MEME. i think 5/6/7/8 are my collective favorites, though. ALL OF THEM WERE AWESOME JOSIE YOU ALWAYS ENFORCE MY LOVE FOR OUR OTP UGGH. ♥ ♥ ♥ /spazz

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU, BB! THEY ARE MY FAVORIIIIITES, IL THEM SO. AND I SHALL FORCE THAT LOVE ON EVERYONE. EVERYONE. WILLING OR UNWILLING IDC.

OMG DO EEEET, DO IT SO I CAN READ IT AND LOVE ON IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT.

omg... wanna make you mine better get in line! 5-6-7-8! why was that my first thought :(

[ruthiestump.livejournal.com]

Throw rocks for what! These were amazing!
I loved all of them! =]
=]
you're an AWESOME writer!

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

yay, no rocks! the others did not make this promise DDDD: but it's okay, I think I'm safe... for now.

I am so happy! thank you very much! ♥ ♥ ♥

[rockerelly.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE TOTALLY FORGIVEN FOR FORGETTING THAT WHOLE DRABBLE THING. FUCK DRABBLES. DRABBLES EXIST TO LIMIT AWESOME.
So I maybe enjoyed these a lot, in case my capslocking didn't make that clear enough.

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

\o/ I AM ALL ABOUT THE CAPSLOCK IN THIS POST, DON'T WORRY. ALSO YES, DRABBLES ARE LIKE THE DUDE THAT KILLS THE MUSIC AT PARTIES, DRABBLES ARE SCRATCHED DVDs THAT WON'T PLAY, DRABBLES BEAT UP OLD PEOPLE... idk why I said all that D:

But anyway... thank you for the comment! I'm glad you liked it :D!

[blackeyedwicca.livejournal.com]

I liked them, they were really cute :D :D

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

Thank you! <3

[cloudsofsmoke.livejournal.com]

Poor Gabe. He's always the bad guy. Maybe it's the basement thing, or maybe it's just his general creepy-stalkerness.
Awesome ficses : D

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Gabe was the first one that came to mind, but I still put the question out there to my friends first, like, "who in bandom do you think would really suit being a pimp?" and Gabe was the simultaneous answer LOL. ILU Gabe, but yeah, might actually have something to do with the basement thing

Thank youuu ♥!

WIN.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my goodness! This is all so epic!
I especially love the "Like a Boss" one. I geeked for like, 20 minutes over it.

adfliouajkgfka!
KEYSMASH!

Re: WIN.

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Dude, I geeked out when the song started playing because "OMG LIKE A BOSS SONGFIC >:D" so \o/

I'm glad you liked it!

[scribblinlenore.livejournal.com]

These are all wonderful! I don't know how I missed this before. But it made my day to find it! :)

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked them :)!

[gcbenjigal.livejournal.com]

BAH! This is so much fun! I must try this! (andthenhideitfromtheworldbecauseIhavedoubtsaboutmywritingabilities[especiallywhenitcomestofanfic])

ANYWAY. No rocks being thrown because I loved this. *rock-free hands*

[josiemus-prime.livejournal.com]

Yes! Do it! (andifyouinsistonhidingitfromtheworldthenyoushoulddefinitelystillshowittomebecauseI'mnottheworldI'mJosie:D)

\o/ THANK GOD. I do not need anymore braincells being knocked of me, bandom does that enough as it is.

Glad you like! ♥!

[as-lonely-as-me.livejournal.com]

XD I swear, I will only throw FOB tickets.

Oh, wait, I wanted those. XD

I love these! Especially 'I'm the Boss'! BECAUSE I LOVE THAT SONG!