Petekey Oneshots

Same Old Loneliness (sad fluff, 570 words)

"Pete?"

Mikey walked through the dark room. His bed was a mess. The curtains were drawn, and the flowers he bought him weeks ago were withering. 

"Petey? Haven't heard from you in a bit, so I was just... just checking in," He said softly.

The grey pile of blankets on the bed moved.

"Is that you?" He sat down on the bed, gingerly. "I haven't heard from you in a week and a half."

"M-Mikey?" he whispered.

"Pete, honey, when was the last time you got out of bed?"

"Few days."

"Oh, no," he sighed. His depression got really bad sometimes, to the point where he couldn't do anything. Sometimes he couldn't talk, or didn't want to be touched. "May I touch you?"

He nodded. Mikey rubbed his back and frowned. "Did you eat?"

"Snacks," he mumbled.

"Okay, well I'm here to help you."

"No," he groaned, shaking his head.

"Yes, Pete, come on. I'm gonna draw you a bath." He got up, opening the curtains ever so slightly. He whined at how bright it was.

"Mikey..."

"I know," he hummed, walking over to him. "I'm gonna help you up, m'kay?"

"'Kay."

Mikey grabbed his hands and lifted him up, supporting him at the waist because he knew his legs were weak. He sighed, exhausted. He hadn't slept well out of worry for him. There was never a day they didn't either call, text, or see each other in person.

"M-Mikey," Pete frowned, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

"Good," he smiled. "Walk with me."

He made his way to the bathroom.

"Can you brush your teeth for me?"

He shrugged and nodded slowly.

"You can even sit down or have me do it if you don't want to."

"I'll sit," he said quietly, grabbing the toothbrush. He stuck it right in his mouth and slowly brushed.

"Pete?"

He cocked his head, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

"You alright?"

He shook his head, shoulders slumped. "I can't."

"Shh... okay, baby." Mikey walked over to him and began brushing his teeth, pushing the hair out of his face with his other hand.

Pete looked up at him with helpless brown eyes.

Mikey sighed and kissed the top of his head. "I love you. I'm here."

He looked away and blushed. Mikey helped him to the sink where he spat out the toothpaste.

"Good job, baby."

He nodded quietly and leaned against him.

"Do you have the energy to take a shower?"

He shook his head. "N-no."

"Okay, love. I'm gonna just clean you up a little."

"Mm."

Mikey grabbed a cloth from the drawer and warmed water up in the sink. "Can we at least change your clothes?"

"Okay."

"Go grab your favourite sweatpants and one of my shirts," he offered. Pete nodded.

Seconds later, he returned without a shirt on.

"I'm just going to wash your face and body, m'kay?"

Pete nodded. Mikey began wiping his face with the warm water, humming to himself. "You're so strong. I'm so proud of you," he murmured, washing Pete's face, neck, and chest. He smiled at him encouragingly, whispering sweet nothings to him, complimenting his tattoos, saying things he knew would build his confidence. When he finished, he threw the cloth into the sink and ran a brush through Pete's hair.

"M-Mikes, I'm tired," he mumbled.

"I'm proud of you Petey. You brushed your teeth, changed, and got clean. And we even brushed your hair!"

"T-Thanks."

"Oh, you did so good," Mikey hummed, kissing his forehead. "I'm so proud."

He blushed. "T-Thank you."

"Now, may I please get you something to eat?"

Pete quieted and shrugged.

"You need food, honey."

"O-Okay. Thank you," he said, softly. "I love you."

His cheeks heated up. "I don't need a thank you."

"No, b-but you should have one."

a.n. hi! this is all i got stockpiled up but i'm hoping to do some writing soon. do you guys want more fluff, angst, smut? lmk! <3