Requested
Reader: actress (female)
Warnings: fake blood, fake screams, all that Young Blood Chronicle stuff, you know?
Word count: 1 660
The cold material of the scissors felt weird and slippery in your hands, the sticky substance of the fake blood almost making them slip out of your fingers when you tried to cut through the thin material of the t-shirt the singer was wearing. Patrick was strapped to a table, writhing, while pretending to sing along to the music in the background. Honestly it almost scared you a bit, having a pair of scissors so close to his face while he was throwing around. But you had to pretend not to care, and so you did. As soon as the sequence was finished, someone yelled "cut".
You stepped back from the table, and Patrick relaxed along with the other actresses on set. It had been mere luck that you had gotten a role in the new music videos Fall Out Boy were shooting for their upcoming album "Save Rock and Roll". You had been a fan of their music for almost ten years now, being just a little younger than Patrick and Joe, and when your agent had told you that you had gotten the little role as one of the antagonists in the videos, you had been extremely excited.
Now, that you had already spent a couple of days working with everyone, the initiate excitement had luckily died down, enabling you to focus more on your work. But that did not mean that you did not get butterflies in your stomach, when you had to work with Patrick. Admittedly, back before the break Fall Out Boy had taken, you had never really paid extra much attention to the blond man. Of course you had known who he was, and god forbid anyone would have forgotten to list him as a member, but since the first meeting with everyone to discuss the process of shooting, he had caught your eye. He was always incredibly nice, to everyone, polite and sweet, and he made sure to always ask everyone how they were doing, and if they were feeling ready for the shoot.
"Great, well done everyone," the director complimented after checking the recorded material, "that concludes this scene. (Y/n), Mel, Patrick, take a break, were gonna do the prison scene next. Everyone else can go home for tonight."
You sighed quietly, and tried to relax your shoulders. A couple of people already helped untie Patrick, so you figured if you tried to help, it would only end up in a big mess. Instead you moved off the set, and started to search for a sink to rinse off the sticky fake blood that covered your hands.
Once you had cleaned and dried off your hands, you started looking for the other actresses. Most of them had already moved to the changing rooms, happy to get out of the tight and restricting leather costumes. Only Mel, who you had befriended soon after the beginning of filming, was hanging around a little buffet that had been prepared for the crew members. It was already late in the evening, and you had been working for several hours already, so it was no surprise that you suddenly realised how hungry you were.
Joining Mel at the buffet, you quickly grabbed a sandwich, and shot her a smile before you started eating. Honestly, right now you did not care what you looked like, munching on your food; you were too hungry, and hoped that getting something to eat would make it possible for you to battle your tiredness, and finish shooting today.
"Good?"
Confused you looked up, and found Patrick smiling at you. Quickly you swallowed and nodded.
"Yes, really good," you grinned a little embarrassed, "The ones with salad and tomato are great."
Patrick smiled again, and grabbed one of the recommended sandwiches.
"So, looking forward to the next scene," he asked, starting to eat too while leaning against the table.
His face and hands had been wiped clean of the fake blood, and without the make-up you could see he was tired too.
"You mean if I'm looking forward to dragging you down a corridor," you laughed, thinking about the upcoming scene, where yours and Mel's character would break the struggling Patrick out of a prison cell.
"Doesn't sound like much fun if you put it like this," he shrugged.
"At least you get to wear some comfy jumpsuit, not this," unhappily you pointed to the tight leather outfit you were wearing.
"If it's any consolation, it does look good," he grinned.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"I should hope so," you joked, but added more seriously "thanks, though."
For a while you stood in silence, both of you munching on your sandwiches. You were not exactly sure if the silence was a comfortable or an awkward one, but whenever you turned your head, to look at Patrick, he was already smiling at you, so you concluded that he at least did not mind the lack of conversation.
Patrick had just cleared his throat as if to prepare to say something, when suddenly voices grew loud on the other side of the set. It took you a moment to understand what it was about, but apparently there was something wrong with the set for the prison scene, and the equipment for the lights was not in place.
Patrick and you exchanged quick glances before carefully making your way into the direction of the noise.
"Then we can't shoot the scene," the director concluded, almost shouting, while throwing his hands up.
"What's going on," Patrick asked concerned.
"We gotta finish the scene tomorrow, sorry guys," the man apologised.
"Oh, okay," Patrick did not exactly sound disappointed, and you did not find it in you to care much either.
"I'm just gonna do a quick announcement, then everyone can go home," the director assured you, and hurried off.
"Oof, so we actually get to go home before midnight today," Patrick joked, and turned to you.
Indeed the past couple of days all of you had always stayed until long after midnight to finish all the scenes in time.
"Wow, I could be in bed in time, today," you laughed, pulling the black hair tie out, and allowing your long hair to fall freely over your shoulders, after they had been perfectly tied back the whole day.
"Or you could go out for dinner with me."
Patrick's voice sounded bold, but when you looked at him in surprise, you saw that he looked terribly nervous, his cheeks flushed adorably pink.
"Or, you know, like... not today, but some other time, or just coffee? I mean I've wanted to ask you for a while and-"
"I'd love to," you smiled shyly, interrupting Patrick's worried babbling, "maybe not full blown dinner, since we already had sandwiches, but a drink or two if you don't mind?"
Patrick looked at you wide eyed, and nodded, a smile starting to spread over his face.
"Sounds amazing," he agreed.
Before you could answer anything else, your conversation got interrupted by the voice of the producer, who, over the speakers, announced that the shoot was finished for today because of technical difficulties, and would be continued tomorrow according to the schedule.
"So... should we go," Patrick nervously smiled, and gestured towards the exit.
"I think we should get out of our costumes first, some people might start to panic when they see you," you suggested, nodding towards Patrick's orange jumpsuit, which he had put on before joining you at the buffet.
"Oh, yeah, that might be a good idea," he agreed, blushing again.
Together you walked back to your changing rooms, and agreed to meet back outside.
The room was empty except for Mel, who was also getting out of her costume right now. Quietly chatting, you dressed back in your normal clothes, while listening to Mel complaining about tomorrow's schedule being all messed up now because of the delayed shoot. You did not mention that you were glad the last scene had been cancelled and therefore gave you the chance to go out with Patrick. Instead you just nodded along, took off your make up, threw on your warm pullover and the cosy jacket, before pulling your beanie over your head, and saying good night to her.
Patrick was already waiting outside, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, covered by a leather jacket again, but this time the clothes were not stained red with fake blood as in the scene you had finished shooting earlier. As always he wore the dorky fedora again, and shot you a bright smile when he spotted you.
"Ready," he asked, sounding both nervous and excited.
"Ready," you agreed with the same excitement, returning the shy grin.
"Great, then let's go," Patrick offered you his arm to take, which you did after hesitating shortly.
Was it really okay to just... link your arms while you were still around your workplace? But when you saw how nervous Patrick reacted to your short hesitation, you decided that you did not really care about what the other people thought, and took hold of his arm, allowing him to lead you towards the exit.
"So, any idea where we're going," you decided to ask on your way out.
"I have absolutely no clue," Patrick admitted, "I thought we could just... like wander off into the night and see what we stumble upon."
"Sounds good," you smiled, already aware of how much you adored his spontaneity.
Holding open the door for you, Patrick and you left the huge building in which the sets were located. The night was cool, and refreshing after the stuffy air inside, and the sky was clear allowing you to see the stars. Actually you probably would not mind if you would not find anywhere to get drinks at, just walking through the streets, side by side would be enough for you. Taking a short look at Patrick, you had a feeling he thought the same.