Petekey Oneshots

Stress (fluff, 837 words)

 "Gerard! Behind!" Mikey called, into his headset. They got deep into their video games, taking them very seriously. He squinted at the bright screen and watched his character shoot Gerard's.

"Ray, dude!" Frank called. "You suck!"

He laughed. "No, I win!"

"Shut up!"

They all laughed. Mikey loved playing games with his friends. Ever since they all went their separate ways after high school, it was hard for all of them to get together. Playing video games was the second best thing. He heard keys jingle and footsteps approach from the outside.

"Hey baby," Mikey said, without turning around.

"Hi," Pete mumbled, walking inside. The white door slammed behind him, causing Mikey to turn around and see his fiancé, looking completely demoralized. His shoulders were slumped and his eye makeup ran down his face. He sniffed as hot tears rolled down his cheeks and made a beeline straight for Mikey's lap.

He muted his microphone. "C'mere," he murmured against his hair, as he crawled in his lap facing him. He clung to him. Mikey immediately knew something was wrong. Pete never cried, and when he did, he was never open about it.

He unmuted and said, "I'm gonna have to log off. Talk to you all later." Before they could even say bye, he hung up the voice chat and quit his game.

"I didn't need you to do that," he said, meekly.

"No, Pete, you were crying, I wanted to." Mikey wiped his tears for him, before mumbling, "What's wrong, my love?"

"I had the shittiest day I've had in a while," he mumbled. "And I just lost it."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He stroked his hair as he sobbed into his shoulder. "That can help me sometimes."

"Mmhm... I- I overslept, and then on my way to work I fucking ran into this dude on a bike. He ran over my foot! And then.." He sighed. "Then I was late! And my boss embarrassed me in front of everyone..."

"Oh, god."

"And then I felt really anxious the whole day, because of my morning, and then Patrick wouldn't fucking shut up about his boyfriend! He wouldn't let me talk to him, it was like ranting to a brick wall." Mikey felt him squeeze tighter.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Pete." He frowned.

"I'm not even close to being done, which is the worst part. I went to go get a coffee and they were out of the type I wanted, I went to go see my therapist and he wouldn't even listen to me talk about Patrick, he just kept asking me about my fucking parents... I got invited to a party by fucking Brendon and I said yes because I panicked, on the way home I got caught in a crowd and my chest felt all tight..." He shrugged. "I-I dunno," he choked up. "It just sucked and you weren't there so it was even worse."

He started crying fresh tears, lips trembling against Mikey's neck. He rubbed his back gently and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"And now I'm fucking crying."

"Shh," he gently rocked him, running his fingers through his black hair that was growing out just a little too long. "Cry if you need to. It's okay."

Pete sobbed into his neck and closed his eyes, grasping at the fabric of his grey sweatshirt. "I feel like shit," he whimpered.

"Come on. I got an idea." Mikey said, patting his lower back. "Follow me to the room, okay?"

Pete nodded and held his arm as they walked down the hall. Photos of them lined the walls, which was already making him feel a little better. Their voices echoed through their small home.

"Mikes, what did you–"

"Wait here."

He popped into the bedroom. All Pete heard was shuffling and some vague humming. He appeared on the other side of the door with a sweatshirt for Pete to wrap around him and the keys to the car.

"Bring your CDs. We're getting out of here. I booked a hotel room."

A smile appeared on Pete's tear-stained face. He looked at Mikey, shocked. How was he so perfect? "How'd you know today would be ass?"

"I didn't. I was gonna surprise you anyway."

Suddenly, he laughed. It was a surprised laugh, almost choked out, in a way, but it was a laugh. His eyes crinkled up, and Mikey finally saw the sparkle of joy in his eyes he was used to. "That's what I wanna see."

Pete walked out to the living room and squatted in front of the shelf that held all the CDs. He selected three mixes to listen to (ones that he had made of songs for Mikey, of course), and the two met at the front door.

"God, I love you." Pete pecked him on the lips.

"I love you too."

"You drive or me?"

"Up to you."

"I'll drive, you get the directions."

"Let's go." They grabbed each other's hands and walked into the warm air together.

a.n. do we want a sequel to this one? lmk! <3