Remember That Time You Kiked Me? (Sequel To Kik Me Sometime (Peterick))

I Ain't Afraid?..

TotheMAX~ there's something weird in our neighborhood

WentzIsWack~ who ya gunna call?

TheHappyCamper~ Pete there is legitimately a small horde of rats sitting in the street

TheHappyCamper~ I ain't afraid of no ghosts, but I am afraid of whatever world domination plot they are creating

Smiththemyth~ what the fuck man, they aren't even moving for cars

PuppyRoss~ this is it. This is how you die

TotheMAX~ thanks Ryan

BadWolfBreezy~ is the group of rats from the secret of nimh plotting on your street rn?

WentzIsWack~ omg

JonZombie~ I'm afraid

JonZombie~ protect me Michaelangelo

Smiththemyth~ trust the cat more than me, thanks

PuppyRoss~ I was gunna make a pussy joke but Brendon just came home from getting weed & I'm sleepy

DallontheDalek~ wow

WentzIsWack~ where is my punk, why is he not here

JackSkellington~ idk man, where is your boy?

WentzIsWack~ I will look

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Pete crawled out of bed, which Patrick was absent from, and looked around. Hemingway was curled up on Pete's side of the bed, looking at him with a tired gaze. Pete reached down to scratch behind his ear before standing straight again.

There was noise coming from the living room. Pete slipped out of the bedroom to find a scene he couldn't help but smile at.

Patrick was on the couch, resting on his head on his arm as he snoozed with silent snores. His legs were kicked out at odd angles as he sat perfectly still while The Avengers played on the TV in front of him.

Pete walked over to him, feeling his heart swell at the sight of his future husband just being cute like that. He tapped Patrick's cheek softly, but earned no response.

"My pretty little punk?" Pete cooed, playing with Patrick's hair. "Wanna come to bed?"

Patrick made no response, making Pete sigh. He was out like a light. There was probably no moving him tonight. So, Pete decided to simply go grab a blanket and sleep on the couch next to Patrick.

As he came back from retrieving the blanket, however, he found Patrick turning his head from side to side with still closed eyes.

"What if we fuck up?.." He mumbled with a conflicted expression on his sleeping face.

"Fuck what up?" Pete asked, sitting down next to Patrick.

"What if I'm not good enough to make him happy?.." Patrick mumbled, pulling his legs closer to the couch. "What if he stops loving me?.."

Pete frowned as he pulled the blanket over both of their bodies. "I won't." He whispered, reaching out to trail his fingers along Patrick's jawline. "I love you, and nothing will change that. Especially some stupid nightmare."

"I'm just scared..." Patrick sighed, finally stilling.

Pete waited until he heard an almost inaudible snore come from his husband to be before letting out a sigh of his own. Patrick kept having nightmares like that. Like that, and of things he wouldn't discuss. Pete just wanted to be there for him, but hopefully the lighter haired boy would forget his troubles by morning...

"Sleep tight, my punk." Pete mumbled, leaning against Patrick and wrapping his arms around him. "I love you..."