Happy Halloween guys! Am I catering to furries on purpose? No. Is that a by-product of writing this? Unfortunately, yes. It's cute though. Any era where Patrick's hair is extra fluffy.
Patrick didn't forget. It was marked on the calendar hanging in their office, how could he forget that it was approaching? When you've been dating someone for a year you make it a habit to remember important things like this.
He didn't, however, expect to wake up to the sound of the trash can in the kitchen being pushed over.
"God damn it," Patrick murmured, no doubt in his mind what had happened. He sat up in bed, the strips of moonlight coming in through the blinds wrinkling with his movements. He turned on his bedside lamp and slid on his glasses. He wasn't surprised in the slightest when Pete was missing from the space next to him.
Pete was licking his own paw when Patrick entered the kitchen, and sure enough, there was trash everywhere.
Patrick sighed. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at his boyfriend. "Really? This is what we're doing this month?"
Pete whimpered, giving Patrick true puppy-dog eyes.
Patrick patted him on the head. "Let me make some coffee and we'll clean this up, alright?"
Patrick didn't know Pete was a werewolf when they started dating, but by the time Pete shyly confessed his condition Patrick was too committed to back out. So now, every month, Patrick gives up sleep to make sure his boyfriend doesn't hurt himself while transformed. In exchange, they go on a day trip somewhere nearby the weekend after the full moon.
Patrick sat on the floor next to Pete while he waited for the coffee to brew. Pete trotted over to him and put his head in Patrick's lap, and Patrick began to pet his snout.
"I still think your fur is softer than your hair when you're a human," Patrick teased.
Pete growled lightly.
"What? I can't understand people who overturn trashcans in the middle of the night and growl at their boyfriends." Patrick grinned as Pete nipped at his hand.
The coffee maker went off, and Pete moved his head so Patrick could stand. Patrick quickly made himself a cup, then took a few sips to wake up the rest of the way.
"Alright, let's deal with this trash." Patrick set his mug down on the counter and flicked on the kitchen light. Pete sat without a noise as Patrick assessed the damage. "Not too bad." He looked over at Pete. "I still don't get why you over turned the trashcan though."
Pete scratched his ear.
Patrick shrugged. "I'll ask again tomorrow morning."
Patrick righted the garbage can and asked Pete to keep his paw on the pedal so it would stay open. He started with picking up the bigger pieces of trash. It was pretty gross considering they hadn't taken it out in a while; everything was covered in grease and coffee grounds.
Patrick tried to toss a glass bottle into the can, but it hit the rim and fell to the ground, shattering. "Fuck!"
Pete perked up, and, without thinking, scrambled to help.
Patrick's eyes widened. "Wait, Pete, no!" He reached out a hand, but wasn't able to stop Pete from stepping on a shard of glass.
Pete jumped back and let out a sharp whine.
"Fuck." Patrick crouched down, picking up Pete's paw and examining it with care. He assessed the damage and stood, getting a hand towel and turning on the warm water in the sink. He cleaned the cut gently. "Well, I think that's enough cleaning for now. One injury is plenty for the night."
Pete licked his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah. I love you too, even when you're a dumb dog," he said, tapping Pete's nose.
Pete walked away, and Patrick followed. Pete had gone into the living room and sat down in front of the couch. Patrick laid down on the couch on his side.
"Is this your way of telling me I can take a nap?"
Pete nodded.
Patrick smiled, giving him a quick scratch behind the ears. "Don't tear the house down while I'm asleep."
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Saturday // Peterick Oneshots
FanficAngst! Fluff! Maybe smut if I'm feeling up to it! I take requests. Trigger warnings will be put at chapter beginnings if needed.