#IM SORRY I TAKE FOREVER ADHD BRAIN SAID PHINEAS AND FERB TIME

[ybcpatrick]

Cute post ybc content - since pete did so much to make sure patrick got the perfect prosthetic, patrick returns the favor by buying the fucking island couch and setting it up (with his shiny new hand and some help from trohley) as a surprise while pete is stuck in some meetings for dcd2 or some shit. pete fucking loves it (he loves patrick too, but god this couch is so fucking comfy)

(here's the couch ask for the uninitiated bc i'm pretty sure this ask was sent at the beginning of august. it is now the end. i am da bastard man. ;w; anyways here's this it's basically just dialogue)

"Duuuuuuuuude," Joe wheezes, flopping bonelessly onto the brand new island couch. Patrick smirks over at him, as he wanders around the living room, picking up pillows as he goes.

"Joe, you gotta move so we can put the old pile on here before Pete gets home," Andy coaxes.

Joe doesn't budge.

"If you don't move, we'll put it on top of you," Andy says.

Still nothing from Joe.

"Hm." With a shrug, Andy turns to look at Patrick, whose arms are currently wrapped around six or seven pillows. "Bury his ass, he's probably asleep already." Grinning deviously, Patrick sidles up to the edge of the couch, unceremonious as he dumps the pillows over Joe's body. Joe doesn't respond whatsoever, so Patrick takes that cue to cross the room again, grabbing more pieces from their old pillow pile and chucking them at Joe.

"D'you think he might, like, suffocate?" Patrick asks, watching another throw pillow careen through the air and land neatly on Joe's right arm. Andy snorts, balling up one of their comforters and tossing it carelessly near the back of Joe's head.

"Just leave him a mouth hole," Andy responds, "he'll be fine."

"Mouth hole? Sounds gross!" A voice calls. Patrick doesn't even have time to start moving pillows faster before Pete's striding into the living room, undoing his tie as he goes. "Why are we leaving... a..." Pete trails off, eyes transfixed on the new addition to the room.

Patrick carefully sets his last wadded-up ball of blankets on the pile. With a sheepish grin aimed at Pete, he says, "Uh... surprise?" Pete stares at the couch wordlessly, frozen in place. After several stunned seconds, he finds his voice.

"An island couch?" Pete asks, timidly. His eyes are wide as he takes a careful step forward, and Patrick can't help his grin, lightly jogging across the room to him.

"You wanted it so bad after you saw it on Twitter, but it didn't seem to like... occur to you that we could actually buy one," Patrick explained, "so I decided to get it for you! Andy and Joe helped me put it together, and it was good practice for using my hand, too, so that was a plus. Oh, and it's a thank you. For the hand, I mean. I should have said that first. Because it's really helping me and I wanted to do something nice for y-" Patrick's ramblings are cut off by Pete yanking him into a fierce hug.

"Thank you," Pete murmurs against his ear, sounding like he might cry. Patrick coos and holds on tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just above the collar of his dress shirt. He gently extracts himself from Pete's arms, gesturing behind him at the couch. He opens his mouth to speak, but Andy cuts him off.

"Come take a look at this bad boy," Andy says, patting the cushions for emphasis. His smile borders on wicked as he adds, "Maybe come test how soft it is." Patrick's face falls at the same time Pete's lights up.

"Gladly! I'm coming in hot!" Pete cries, taking a running start at the couch. Patrick tries to stop him, but it's too late.

The sound that comes out of Joe as soon as Pete's entire weight lands on top of him isn't one a person should ever be able to make.