~peterick oneshots~

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little patrick

"p-petey...?" patrick whispers almost as he poked his head into the bedroom, the door squeaking as it opened enough for him.

"yeah, 'trick?" pete asks, looking up from his phone with a small smile. "is everything okay?"

"uhm, I think so..." his eyes avert, looking anywhere but pete as he tried thinking of a good enough lie.

pete frowns, watching his boyfriend's eyes dart about, trying to find one thing to focus. on. "baby?"

"I'm sorry..." patrick whispered, back away from the door as pete approached it.

"patty, why are you sorry?" he asks softly, opening the door, quickly and gently taking patrick's arm. "what's wrong, honey?"

patrick only shakes his head, looking at his feet. "nothing," he whispered. "it's nothing, i-it's dumb."

"it's not nothing, and it sure as hell isn't dumb. talk to me, what's going on?"

patrick whines, not looking up from his shoes. "uhm... petey, I haven't been too good recently." he frowned, wiping at his eyes. "b-but I didn't want to bother you! I didn't want to annoy you or anything, so I didn't anything. I knew you had your own stuff to deal with, so I didn't say anything..."

"patty," pete sighs softly, pulling the younger into a hug.

"i-i was just wondering... i-if you aren't too busy, or if you don't have anything going on- i-i was wondering it I could maybe be little...? i-it's okay if not! I won't be upset, and I promise I'll be okay."

pete shakes his head, gently kissing patrick's head. "of course you can be little, baby." he spoke gently, keeping patrick close. "you don't annoy me when you're little, 'trick. you never have, I promise. when you need it, and especially when you're feeling bad, come to me, please. I'll always be here to take care of you no matter what."

"p-promise...?" patrick whines, looking up.

"pinky promise, little one." pete smiles, kissing patrick's forehead before wiping his tears. "why don't we watch spongebob and go feel all better?" he asks, brining patrick to the bed anyway.

"I would like that," patrick mumbled, climbing into the bed with his caregiver.
~~~

it was not long before patrick was curled up in pete's lap, laughing and giggling at nearly everything.

pete smiles, keeping the little close to his chest, smiling and laughing along too.

they both needed it.
whether they knew so or not, they both needed it.

short and really bad-