peterick oneshots

crybaby

set in folie era and pete is kind of an asshole

tw for body shaming and just a lot of insults.
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patrick sat in his bunk, trying to suppress his cries as much as he most possibly could. he was upset.

all the failures of shows they played- all the critics telling them how much they're failing- it was getting to him.

it was starting to get a little unbearable. and patrick wasn't one to cry. oh no, never. he carefully bottled up every and any upset feelings he's had in the past years with the intent of dealing with them someday.

that day never seemed to come.

maybe the bottle he's keeping his emotions in is spilling. maybe it's gotten to a point where he just can't take it. maybe that's why he's sobbing his eyes out at 3am curled up under the covers in his bunk.

he can't see or think, all he can do is feel. he feels all the hurt and sadness and insecurity he's bottled up over the past few years- ever since pete told him not to worry about it.

it came in waves. a mean comment on a website he was looking through provoked this whole explosion of emotions. he cried and cried until it started dying down and then he remember something he's heard in the past and once again he just cried and cried- and the cycle was unstoppable.

unstoppable, at least, until he heard shuffling from the bunk across his.

pete.

he tried to suppress his sobs and hiccups to a level where it was hard to hear, and yet he still failed. after a few more moments of shuffling, he heard petes voice, calm for the first time in days.

'he's just pitying you' said the voice inside patricks head, the very same one that kept unloading years of trauma onto him.

"hey, patrick, you 'kay?"pete asked timidly, slowly opening the curtain to patricks bunk.

patrick nodded, completely silent (aside from the small hiccups and tiny suppresssd sobs), trying to cover his face to not let the moonlight shining in from his tiny window reveal the tear tracks on his face.

the older noticed the usually talkative blonde went almost completely silent, and took it as the first sign that something is seriously wrong.

one thing about patrick is that he usually shuts down almost entirely when he's very very upset. this state means he will most likely not talk at all, and if he does its mostly just small sounds rather than words.

petes only seen him act like this maybe twice. the fact that it's such a rarity and the fact petes barely seen his friend in such a low state is already a huge waving red flag.

if he was being honest with himself, pete really didn't have the patience to deal with this. not tonight. they've been tense lately. all of them have been a little on edge.

it's bound to happen when you're stuck with the same people in a tour bus for over 5 years.

pete tried handling the situation at his best, but his friends crying woke him up from the first sleep he's gotten this week and he's really not hoping to lose a few more hours of rest.

"whats wrong, trick? can I come in?"

the younger nods and carefully presses up against the wall, shoulders trembling, as pete slides in next to him, pulling his curtain closed once he's in. pete can physically feel tension between them as soon as he sits down in the tiny bunk.

after a few seconds -or rather minutes- patrick starts sobbing loudly again. if he's honest, he couldn't hold them back anymore- there was too much to let out for him to hold back anymore.