Peterick Oneshots
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A book where I publish the random oneshots I come up with.
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Mostly fluffy, some mild smut(like intense making out)
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Feel free to comment ideas for the next chapter, I could use some lol
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Schedule:
Once a week! (I will try my h...
"PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ THE THIRD! GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!" I yelled, jumping at Pete, but he just rolled off the bed, laughing.
"What's the big deal, I just wanted to know what your contact name was for me? You seemed really secretive about it, so it made me want to know even more. It's your fault really." He said, unlocking my phone.
"I swear to god if you open contacts I will not sleep with you for a month!" I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. Maybe that would scare him enough to stop. I don't know why I didn't want him to see his contact name, it was just 'Pete' with heart eye emojis. But, the nickname was 'My Cuddly Panda Man ' with like 5 hearts...
"Patrick? We both know that is a lie. Now, time to find the truth..." His fingers moved quickly, assumingly typing his number into contacts to find him.
He was silent as he read the name, but started laughing. I immediately put my head down, blushing intensely. Dear god, why did he have to look at it. It was private!
"P-Patrick..." He began, slightly out of breath from laughing so hard. "You- the name- like it's- My Cuddly Panda?"
"Yeah..." I said, biting my lip in frustration. He hated it didn't he.
"That's literally the most adorable thing ever Patty." He finally told me, scooting closer to me and lifting my chin up so I could look into his eyes.
"No, it's not, it's cheesy and cringey!" I challenged, not believing one word he said.
"Yes, yes it is Patrick! it might not be to you, but it definitely is for me!" He retaliated, sighing after I didn't reply. "...Do you wanna see my name for you since I saw yours for me?"
"YES"
( randomly changed to Pete's POV here, so Pete's POV)
"Fine." I sighed this time, pulling out my phone and handing it to him.
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Patrick audibly gasped, awwing, blushing, and smiling at me. He sat my phone down and hugged me.
"I love you, but please never call me fedorable." He muttered into my chest. I laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Pat, I am always gonna call you fedorable. You know why?" I asked, pulling away and looking into his eyes, a smile tattooed on my face.
"Why?" I could tell he was annoyed, but I didn't care. He was so fedorable.
"Because you are!" And with that, he tackled me, a few muffled 'I am not' and 'don't try me's here and there.
But it didn't bother me, Patrick, the fedorable rockstar, was mine. And I think with that thought, I fell even more in love with him.
If that was possible.
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Hi again! Oml I looked back at this yesterday and realized I accidentally published it without finishing it... that pretty much sums up my life tbh
Well anyway, here's the actual version. I hope you guys enjoyed, and I'll see you soon (I'm going to try and finish all of the drafts I have for this story before I go back to school (the third of January), and I have 4 left. So, I should be publishing a little more, and soon)!!
