Peterick OneShots

We're The Best Boys

transboy!patrick au

patrick post top-surgery and on T, mostly just fluff bc it makes me feel better.

This is kind of a few one shots squished together, and I might actually add more at some point? Not sure, but trans Patrick makes me emotional. LGBT+ Fob in general is p rad, hit me up with headcannons and maybe I'll do another?

TW: body image, food mentions, trauma mention (? i guess, i mentioned surgery so), slight nsfw further down, ask to tag!!

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Pete stretched and groaned, putting away the last of the dishes before walking to his and Patrick's room.

He didn't mind sleeping on the air mattress. The doctor (and google) warned them that sleeping together could hurt Trick, possibly even pull his stitches. Even though it had already been a week or so, Pete refused to risk his Pattycake's safety; so air mattress it was, despite the discomfort.

Patrick wasn't in bed when Pete opened the door, making the older man frown. Normally he was already laying down, surrounded by pillows, or at least propped up so that he could mess around on his laptop.

Pete walked to their bathroom, curious and mildly concerned. He paused in the doorway, watching in confusion as Patrick turned, staring at himself in the mirror.

He was shirtless, ignoring the tubes and stitches in his chest, and was transfixed on his reflection. As Pete watched, Patrick shakily ran a hand through his hair, turning to his side again to look in the mirror. His chest was flat, Pete realized. Patrick is staring because his chest was flat.

Pete felt his heart melt, stomach twisting inside of him as Patrick kept turning. In Patrick's reflection he caught sight of tears finally falling down his cheeks, and Pete's heart cracked a bit.

Quietly, he walked toward his boyfriend, carefully wrapping his arms around the younger man's stomach, resting his chin on Patrick's shoulder. He leaned into the touch immediately, closing his eyes.

"I'm okay," he whispered, reaching a hand up to tangle in Pete's hair. Pete nodded, kissing his neck once before standing up straight.

"We should get to bed..?"

Patrick nodded, taking Pete's hand as he led them out of the bathroom. They were quiet, Pete carefully helping Patrick into bed before laying down on the air mattress on the floor beside his head.

Patrick's arm dangled down, reaching for Pete. Humming, Pete laced their fingers together, brushing his thumb over Patrick's knuckles.

It was quiet for a moment before Patrick spoke.

"Thank you," it was a whisper, and sounded a lot like Patrick was trying not to cry.

Pete didn't speak, only kissed the inside of Patrick's wrist, closing his eyes as he kissed up to his elbow and back down. He heard Patrick hum, his fingertips brushing the side of Pete's jaw.

"I love you," his voice was even softer now, sleepier. Pete smiled," I love you too Trick. Get some sleep?"

Patrick squeezed his hand once before pulling away, and Pete heard him shuffle before finally settling with a sigh. Pete did the same, wrapping his arms tightly around his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his face in it. He'd sprayed some of Patrick's cologne on it, missing the warm feeling of his boyfriend beside him.

Patrick, apparently, had the same problem. Pete was still wide awake a good 45 minutes later, staring at the side of the bed, song lyrics twirling around in his head. Occasionally he'd think of something he liked and he'd pull out his phone, typing it out in notes before settling back down again.