ybc anon - imagine patrick making a point to only touch pete with his right hand. at first he says it’s bc his stump is still sore and needs to heal, but once he gets the prosthetic pete realizes what’s really going on. sometimes pete asks patrick to use both hands and patrick’s like “wym both?” like a himbo just to avoid the subject. when patrick is comfy touching pete with both hands again, though, pete’s so proud of his progress. he’s never been happier to feel the plastic against his skin.
"wYm BoTh????¿?¿¿?" hbfhdhfjdhf he absolutely would
and also pete like SUPER KNOWS that the "healing" excuse is bullshit, cause elton god healed all their Major™ injuries when he brought them back to life (he could only do so much rlly, i can explain that if you guys want me to). like, patrick' hand didn't need to heal THAT much and it's definitely been long enough but... pete doesn't press the issue
ohhh god think abt pete and patrick on the island couch hangin out, and patrick gets brave and cradles pete's jaw in both hands 🥺🥺 and pete can't help but nuzzle into the plastic and hold it to his face because aaAAAAAAAAAAAAA, 😖😖
post!ybc angst - during a brief hospital visit to assess some of patrick’s many injuries, perhaps a minor surgery to transplant a new organ to replace one the cult removed, patrick panics when he wakes up to see a female nurse. he feels bad bc he knows she’s trying to help him, but all he can think of is the “nurse” the cult sent for him.
ohhh, my boy.
and it wouldn't have been so bad if it was just a female nurse. but she's nearly identical to her, from his hallucination. she's tall, and blonde, and she's sososo sweet but... patrick's on edge. his heart monitor won't go down, no matter how much he tries to relax.
the surgery went well, was quick and easy, and it isn't very long until patrick's discharged and heading out. he doesn't let go of pete's hand the entire time. his grip never loosens, either.
pete keeps his hold on patrick tight, too, to ground him. patrick hasn't had a hallucination since that time, but he fears them all the same.
it's almost funny, how the smallest things can be upsetting. can remind them of what they've been through. poor guys.
post!ybc patrick telling pete he loves him but like. so often it lowkey worries pete. but the reason patrick says it so much is bc he’s worried if he doesn’t say it enough, pete will think he wants to kill him again (which is bs of course but patrick doesn’t know for sure)
haha! i do that🥲
poor fuckiNG PATRICKKKKK y'all really comin in clutch with the patrick pain. it's delicious. and nutritious
it's doubly strange coming from patrick, too, because he's never been the type to be so forward. he's always been more of an actions sort of guy, so when he and pete finally get their shit together and actually become romantically involved, patrick's "i love yous" go from zero to sixty in 0.2 seconds.
and really, really, pete doesn't mind it at all; he's a words guy. lives by 'em, loves to hear 'em, loves the full confirmation they bring and the way they calm his worries. but,,, the change is so sudden in patrick that pete can't help but be.. concerned.
but he figures, maybe, that if he keeps saying it back to patrick with that same conviction, maybe it'll help patrick, too.
ybc anon resending the hc tumblr ate - going off of patrick locking himself in the en-suite to keep the others safe (despite the beast no longer being a threat) it takes a ton of convincing for him to let pete go see him, even though his eyes are normal and he’s tied himself up with a sheet just in case. pete, determined to show patrick he trusts him, unties the sheet from around patrick’s hands and puts it over his shoulders instead.
destiel gave me enough energy to overcome my burn out and finally answer this like a fucking adult ahsjhsfjdhj. should i post all these drabbles on ao3, or should i just leave ‘em here and save ao3 for the real fic in whatever century i complete it?
(this is pre-peterick i think. that’s how i view this anyways sjjjdbfdbjdf)
"i’m gonna come in now, okay?” pete’s voice comes muffled from the other side of the bathroom door. mentally, patrick steels himself, pulling at the bedsheet tied around his wrists experimentally. it feels like it’s cutting off the circulation to his hand, but it’s doing what it’s supposed to. he can’t move, he can’t get free. good.
pete must take patrick’s lack of response as confirmation, because the latch on the bathroom door clicks. the hinges squeak slightly as pete slips silently into the space. patrick can’t see him -- he’s shut the shower curtain as another precaution -- but he can feel pete drawing closer to the bathtub. he tries to make his breathing as quiet and level as possible, as if he were hiding.
as if it were possible for him to hide anything from pete.
a hand curls around the edge of the curtain and patrick shrinks back, praying desperately to become one with the porcelain of the tub. he hates this, hates what he is. hates that when it all boils down to it, he’s nothing more than a scared fucking animal. his heart thunders in his ears as he watches the curtain inch back, revealing pete’s worried face.
and there it is again, just like every time patrick freaks out like this; the pity. pete stares down at him with eyes awash with that stupid pity, that misguided worry, and something patrick will always place as fear. even if pete insists he isn’t afraid, patrick knows it’s just to make him feel better. pete is afraid of him.
pete shoves the shower curtain all the way over. patrick snaps out of the stormclouds filling his head and flinches, hard, as his friend steps over the side of the tub. he forces himself not to meet pete’s eyes again as he drops to his knees in front of him. pete tugs the shower curtain closed again, effectively sealing them both in, and patrick thinks for the millionth time in his lifetime that pete is a fucking idiot.
patrick soldiers on in his stubbornness, choosing to stare a hole through the nearest bottle of shampoo. he’s so focused on watching the label with unseeing eyes that he barely hears it when pete makes a short noise, almost like tutting. a calloused hand comes to curl around patrick’s wrist. his fingers nestle just beneath the bedsheet bound tightly there, warm and gentle, and somewhere, distantly, patrick feels that familiar flutter in his chest that only pete can put there, almost feeling himself lighten up a little.
but then pete starts to tug, and every fiber of patrick’s being starts to scream.
he struggles against pete’s grip, writhing against the tile wall, but pete holds him steadfast. he makes quick work of untying the sheet, unraveling it from around patrick’s arms easily. patrick feels sick as the fabric falls away and blood rushes back into his hand. he feels too free, too unhinged. who knows what he might do--
“you’re not gonna hurt me,” pete shushes him, and patrick realizes he’s been vocalizing his every thought the whole time. he bites his tongue.
suddenly then, pete crowds into patrick’s space. he’s leaning in, way too close. patrick squeezes his eyes shut and jumps back, away, scrambling to put any amount of distance between them. but pete doesn’t relent, patrick can feel his arms moving around him, too close to his head, too close tooclose and--
oh.
pete’s presence is gone as soon as it came. patrick musters up the courage to pry an eye open, and his wary gaze lands on pete’s hands, as they push and pull at the sheet. he’s wrapped it around patrick’s shoulders, and is adjusting it, as sweetly as he can. the delicacy of his movements snaps his heartstrings.
as always, patrick is taken aback. his eyes sting as tears threaten to blur his vision. he was never a crier before all this.
“i’m not scared of you,” pete promises into the tense air between them, “and i’m gonna tell you every time you need me to ‘til you believe me.”
with a final, careful tug, pete lets go of the sheet. he assesses his handiwork carefully, makes sure patrick is sufficiently cocooned by the fabric. nodding once, pete scoots back. patrick watches as he settles into the space between the faucet and the wall. pete meets patrick’s eyes, crosses his arms, and leans his head back.
“i’ll wait here with you, til you’re ready to leave.” patrick begins to protest, but the softness in pete’s eyes, the way they plead with him, kill the words in his throat. “i don’t wanna leave you alone, and you don’t like being left alone. we can just wait, it’s okay.”
patrick can’t speak around the jumbled mess of his heart crawling up his throat, so he settles for nodding. with a shaky sigh, patrick pulls the sheet tighter around his shoulders, curls his hand into the fabric, and sits back. he doesn’t look away from pete.
ybc anon - you should listen to the songs communion of the cursed and me, myself and hyde by ice nine kills bc they have big patrick being possessed during ybc vibes
oh, so you're giving me an excuse to vibe to ice nine kills and overanalyze patrick? WIG.
okay so communion of the cursed a) fucks, and b) gives me like,, subtle young volcanoes vibes? like this line:
CIRCULATE THE BLOOD THAT I HAVE SHED / Pass the cup and drink from me instead / SAVOR THE TASTE AND QUENCH YOUR THIRST
100% young volcanoes. it's never really occurred to me before that the video for that song is kinda like a fucked up communion, in a way... the body of christ (or patrick here) broken for you, the blood of christ shed for you...... if i pepe-silvia'd that shit i could probably come up with a way to link pete and patrick to the concepts of jesus and sin. but anyways next song
ME, MYSELF AND HYDE WAS MMMMMADE FOR YBCPATRICK ARE U KIDDDINNGGNGGGGNGNGNG. here's just a collection;of lyrics that got me Turnt here bc they fit:
I'm waging war on myself, a captive casualty / Traded a merciful heart for a murderer's brain / But now I curse what's in my head / Because I can't stop seeing RED
I'M THE HELL THAT IS YOUR FUTURE, I'll INCINERATE YOUR PAST
WE MIGHT SHARE ONE BODY / BUT THIS SPINE IS FUCKING MINE / BY NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW / YOU'RE JUST A SPECTATOR, I'M THE SHOW
THERE EXISTS NO GOOD, ONLY UNREALIZED EVIL
LIKE HELLOOOOOOO???? it literally sounds like patrick and the beast having a fuckin battle inside patricks subconscious that's my SHHHHHIT! and that last line i listed? it's giving me like., silence the noise's conditioning. like that's a line that would've been in that brainwashing film reel they had patrick watching.
in conclusion thank u for this time to go listen to a grave mistake on loop cause that's my fave by them FANK YEW
ybc anon: patrick texting pete through the door, a saga: “Thx for finding the old gameboy, I guess we can play mario kart.” “Feeling better! :D My eyes aren’t yellow anymore” “Nvm you blue shelled me and it happened again.”
currently orbiting the moon bYe KSJSKDJSLDJDL i don't even have anything to add to this
"if you beat me one more time i'll kill you and i won't even need to be brainwashed to do it"
ybc anon - thanks for answering the ask! i really love what you wrote for it, i feel so bad for patrick lol. maybe pete can leave some blankets in the room for him or play words with friends or something over the phone to calm him down without “putting himself at risk.”
YES ABSOLUTELY!!!! pete finds every single thing he possibly can in order to help patrick feel better. he has never in his life left patrick to face his shit alone, he ain't about to start now. catch pete spending half an hour looking for patrick's old game boys, just so he can slide it and one end of that multiplayer connector cord under the door, along with a charger so they can boot them back up and play sum mario kart or link to the past :')
So what’s the breakdown on the group cuddling in post ybc? Do the boys just pile on top of each other like cats? Do they pair off and spoon but stay close to the other pair? Is there a rotation for who gets to be in the middle?? Soft details please!!
mostly number two, babey!!!! typically they pair off andy/joe and patrick/pete cause like. thems be the ships here. BUT it's not unheard of for andy and patrick to snuggle up beside each other for some clone wars binge-watching, or for joe and pete to curl up under the heaps of blankets and pillows and reminisce until they're literally suffocating and have to poke their heads back out for air djshdjshdjd
there's a particular night where pete wanders into the living room to find joe n patrick twisted together on the floor, fast asleep. he immediately turns heel, summons andy from the kitchen, and they just kinda.. watch them for a sec. joe's on his back n patrick's forehead is pressed against his shoulder and their legs are doin some fucked up shit that HAS to be uncomfortable but neither of them stir. and it's just Sweet. andy n pete slink down onto the floor beside them and call it a night, curling up with their pillows n blankets and sinking down into the peace there and aaauhghghHHGHGHGH I LOVE THEM? ILOVEEM.
soft ybc content - patrick has trouble sleeping at night, so pete gets him a weighted blanket. it may not stop the nightmares but it does feel nice and comfy.
🥺🥺🥺 YEAHHHH,,,
sjsjdhdj and more often than not pete gets to reap the benefits of that particular purchase too, when he's curled up beside patrick in the same bed. it Cozee. pete regrets nothing.
ybc anon - hc that when patrick first discovers his eyes still go yellow on occasion, he barricades himself in the bathroom and (poorly) ties himself up with a sheet so he can’t hurt anyone if the beast regains control.
okay i'm gonna tackle this finally. okokokok.
so you're... sort of right. he does do that at one point after realizing but it's... not the first time. d'you wanna hear about the first time?
fuck it, i'm just gonna spoil this shit. idk when the fic will ever see the light of day, so here's what my best fwiend meg and i were talking abt:
so there's a fair amount of time after they get back to the house where he doesn't actually... know that there's anything left of the beast within him. like, nearly a month. he's been afraid of it happening the whole time, but once he finds out he's safe with music, they've started working on a new album to vent their sorrows, and patrick's overworking to bury his feelings... the pressure starts to build. and there comes a point where patrick explodes. he's overwhelmed himself completely, not dealing with any of his trauma in lieu of doing his job.
they're having a late night in the studio, and he snaps over a small thing in a song that he just can't get right. his stress levels have already been so high, it's so easy for that deep, dark rage to flood his system. patrick makes a garbled sound that's less than human, spinning and launching his guitar away from his body as if it had burnt him. his left arm lashes out blindly, and with a roar, he knocks a sheet music stand over, sending all the paper on top of it fanning out all over the floor. patrick's seething, staring a hole in the carpet, senses blind to anything but the rotted anger that's overtaken him, that's morphed into something new, something that isn't even about the music anymore. he's fucking pissed, at everything.
there is absolute silence behind him. nobody's telling him to shut up or calm down, the way they always have after his typical tantrums. the air hangs heavy and empty around them and panting, patrick peers over his shoulder at his bandmates.
andy is standing slightly in front of joe, protective, and their hands are clasped together tightly. joe looks like he wants to run, his other hand hanging in the air, halfway to grabbing his throat. they look terrified, and with good reason. but it doesn't register with patrick what the hell is happening until his gaze lands on pete.
pete, who is standing closer than the other two. who looks like he's bracing himself to walk towards patrick, but he's too hesitant, too afraid. who has an arm extended towards him and a terrified look on his face and a wetness to his eyes as if he can't believe what's happening.
"...patrick?" pete's voice is high and thin when he says his name, laced in fear. it's much too similar to the way his voice had sounded when he was trying to call patrick back to himself in the desert, how he'd sounded before patrick had--
patrick whirls around, the weight of the last twenty seconds crushing his spirit into dust. he looks at his friends in horror at his actions, then past them, through to the mirror that lines the far wall. even from far away, there's no mistaking what he sees; even if his mind is his own, his eyes are a toxic, glowing yellow.
he doesn't spare another glance at the others. he needs to get out, now. if he stays, he'll hurt them. the cool midnight air stings in his lungs and dries the tears that trail down his cheeks as he runs as far from the studio as he can possibly get. pete doesn't find him until 45 minutes later, curled up behind a dumpster in an alleyway, with his hand pressed hard against his eyes. patrick doesn't even respond when pete lifts him to his feet, or coaxes him into the van. he's gone numb for now.
things just got a whole lot more fucking complicated.
NOW TO ACTUALLY ANSWER THIS ASK PROPERLY NOW THAT IVE GOT THAT OUTTA THE WAY, patrick ABSOLUTELY does that afterwards. like, now that his eyes have changed once, it's like the floodgates are open. he catches himself doing in constantly, even when he's just getting frustrated, and it terrifies him. if it's so easy for it to happen, who's to say it wouldn't be that easy for the beast to take control?
he spends a lotta time locked up in his bedroom's en-suite for the weeks following that first incident. he cant hurt anyone if he's stuck behind two different locked doors. it's a flawless plan from his point of view. pete doesn't have the heart to tell him that the locks are kind of shitty.
SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG SJDJDHDKCHJ if you're still reading ily ybc anon. thank u for sending in asks even tho i never answer right away. i appreciate u. i also appreciate anyone else who's reading this. uwu.
post!ybc funnie headcanon - on joe’s bad days, when seeing the prince’s mark on his hand really gets to him, pete wears shorts around the house to show off his gabey babey tattoo and remind joe there are more terrible things he could have permanently inked into his skin :)
"that's the real devil," joe mutters, jabbing pete's leg once again. he keeps poking different spots around gabe's face, watching the image distort as pete's skin moves. pete doesn't look up from his book, but shifts his leg further into joe's lap to give him better access.
"i'm gonna tell gabe you said that," pete says with a smirk. joe snorts, lightly pinching around gabe's nose to squish the tattoo down.
"you should," joe replies, "i'd like to see him do something about it." after a moment more of smooshing and squashing, joe smacks his hand on eight-year-old gabe's face. "stupid gabe. what a dumb, tall motherfucker."
pete smiles into his book, throwing his other leg over joe's lap.
Soft post-ybc headcanon that when Pete and Patrick finally get together, Pete makes it a point to kiss Patrick’s eyelids and hands/fingers whenever he can, but especially if Patrick’s having a bad day and needs to be reminded that he’s not the monster anymore
ignore how odd this looks the lighting in my room is jank BUT IM SOOOOFT?????! I AM SOOOOOOOFT!!!!!! THIS IS SO SWEET pete is so sweet and i'm cry.
also furthermore patrick returns the favour by ohhhhsogently pressing kisses to the scars that marr pete's chest and stomach, as featherlight promises that he's listening to pete's message, that he knows he's not the beast and he can trust himself to even do that,,,
these two in this au. they break me
and i. am going to draw more peterick kith,, this was v fun and i'm ;w;
hc that post!ybc patrick’s obsession with making As Much Music As Possible to feel like himself again starts before he even has the prosthetic because he uses garageband to record the instruments he’s unable to play.
HUNDRED PERCENT. as soon as he figures out that music won't activate the beast, he's tearing the house apart looking for his laptop so he can get to working. homie's gotta crank out those tunes ASAP in order to Feel
Once everyone is used to the monster sounds, esp once Patrick is finally comfortable with them, sometimes theyll see patrick having just rolled out of bed at some weird hour of the afternoon and grumpily stomping into the kitchen. They hear the cabinets open,then angry roaring as they slam shut again. Andy is like "you behave yourself young man or youre paying for the cabinets" And Pete and Joe get up and run with their bowls cos they were eating the last of the cereal that patrick now cant find
Also re monster sounds I keep thinking of like patrick working and doesn't look like he's watching, but when pete slowly reaches over to grab the snacks patrick's left open on the table, patrick starts growling softly as a warning. But of course pete thinks thats hilarious so he inches his hand closer, grinning as the growling gets louder, so he moves his hand back and forth to see if he can get the sound to go up and down lmao until he accidentally oversteps and patrick just roars and kicks him
ybc anon - hc that having the prosthetic hand actually helps patrick if he’s having an episode bc he can set the lights on it to orange (or other colors, but orange is his favorite) so his bandmates know it’s still him (they already do, they’ve been used to the occasional yellow eyes for ages now, but whatever helps patrick feel better)
OH HE'S CUTE 🥺
ugh andy goes to check up on him because he's just been in his and pete's room all day, and the curtains are drawn and the lights are all off.. patrick's curled into a tight ball on the bed, fast asleep. but there's a steady orange light peeking out from under the pillow patrick's laying his head on and they know he's okay. just feelin off. they'll get him for supper :')
Crack ybc hc: whenever Pete is being... Pete... and annoys or frustrates Patrick by doing something silly like calling him lunchbox or rearranging the cereal in the kitchen, the voice that comes out or Patrick is more a roar than a frustrated yell of "Oh my gOD PETE". Like it resonates through the house and it probably scares everyone the first time. But after a while it's like Patrick roars and Pete is there giggling like ;3c whilst Andy shakes his head at him cos 'hehe' whatever he did worked
my first favourite thing is hurting patrick in fics (sounds morbid but thas projection babey)
my second favourite thing is making the other characters annoy the living fucking shit out of him
once the fuckin Monster Sounds™ become a regular occurrence in the house pete is fuckin insufferable he LOVES getting a rise outta patrick to the point where he does it. old habits die hard and petes were made for annoying patricks. that's just how life works.
(also patrick would really tell him if he were getting well and truly annoyed. for the most part though, it's just Bants with the Lads. he probably even starts to play the growling up when he realizes that pete bugs him specifically for the reaction. should he encourage the behaviour? no. is it an outlet for pete tho? .......yes.)
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