soul punk era patrick and ab/ap era pete because uhhh,,, idk tbh
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by 7am the sun had fully risen, by 9am pete had probably woken up, by 10am patrick had probably woken up and by 11am the two had gone off doing whatever they had planned for the day. today, however, patrick was refusing to get out of bed and pete was really fucking bored.
"just get out of bed, its not that hard!" pete says, throwing a pillow at patrick making him groan and pull the covers over his head. pete just chuckles at him and pulls it back just enough so he can actually see patrick.
"NO, I'M HIBERNATING!" he says, pulling the covers back. pete laughs at him, "patrick, its not even that cold out," he mentions, "and you're not even an animal," patrick pulls the covers down, only revealing his hair and eyes, "i can be what i want to be..."
pete swore his heart just melted at the sight of him, "animals don't even go into hibernation until next month," he chuckles, running his hand through patrick's short, blonde hair. patrick closes his eyes and sinks into pete's contact, to which pete just sighs,
"c'mon dude, just get out of bed,"
patrick smirks under the covers, "never," and pete grins.
"ugh, whatever," he says before pulling the covers down and picking patrick up bridal style. patrick squeals and wraps his arms around pete, "what?! p-put me down!" his voice cracks as pete carries him downstairs,
"you wouldn't get up so i made you get up. now stay here and just be really cute while i make us coffee, not too hard, right?" pete kisses him on the temple. patrick just blushes and sits on the bar stool. "what the fuck just happened..." he thinks to himself.
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Fanfictionpeterick oneshots!! ✕ fluff or angst (but no smut) ✕ lowercase intended bc i'm lazy ✕ i spell words differently cause i'm british ✕ drop any ideas you have in the comments but know that i can't guarantee that i'll write them
