Peterick Oneshots

I'm marrying a meme (fluff!)

Look who wrote a cute one! Sksksksksk it's short but tbh what do you really expect from me.

Patrick POV

“Boop!”
A finger presses down on my nose and I hear a soft giggle.
Fuck!
“Boop!” And again.
Off!
“Boop!” And again.
Pete!
“Boop!” Again

That's it. Get ready fucker.

“Ew, fuck off Pete you man whore fucker let me sleep you sadistic chicken!” I grumble, pulling the covers back over my head.

“But darling!” Pete exclaims, “it's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, th-”

I cut him off.

“I though you were the emo one.”
I sigh and sit up, rubbing my face. Pete runs a hand through my light brown hair (sr&r era <3) and chuckles.
“jUst because I wore eyeliner once back in the day when we first met, does not mean you can justify saying I am 'emo.'”

I look up at him, his eyes crinkling at the edges, his grin face-splitting.

“Hun,” I reply, raising my eyebrow, “if one of us is gonna be the...um...more emotional one in this relationship, who would it be?”

“Um... You?”

“For fuck sake Pete. You get scared watching every horror movie. You cried at finding-fucking-nemo and don't even get me started on wartership down!” I smirk and look down on that lowly peasant who thinks I'm the emotional one!

“Wow Patrick. You really hurt my feelings there.” My fucker of a fiancé looks down and pretends to sniffle.

I hit him with a pillow.

“cAlm down darling. My little emo princess!”

I lean down and grin, whispering into his ear.

“Or you won't get the frickle-frackle later.”

Pete lets out a chuckle as I giggle and stand up off of the bed, stretching.

“Honestly, babe, when you say frickle-frackle I can't take it seriously. It's like...um, well...”

Oh shit. Not another meme thing he's gonna say, please, god, no anything but that-

Pete grins at me.

Sly motherfucker.

“It's almost like you saying
He protect
He attacc
but most of all, he can only say friikle fracc.”

I die a little inside.

Fucking hell. I'm gonna marry a meme.