Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

Mikey's pov

I woke up feeling like a zombie. I groaned as I closed my eyes again, shoving my head into the pillow. "What's wrong?" Pete asked, concerned. He sat up and leaned against the wall before carefully lifting my head, placing it on his lap. He grabbed the blanket and put it over me, making sure I wasn't cold. He lifted my chin to look up at him, his gaze softening as I quickly looked away. He put his hand on my forehead, feeling my temperature. I kicked the blanket, trying to get it off as I felt hot. He pulled it off immediately and pushed it to the side. He looked around before grabbing an infrared thermometer and taking my temperature. I sat up, letting him take it. He looked at me worriedly as he turned it around to show me. 37.8°C. "My poor baby, come here," he crooned as he pulled me in for a hug. I felt too shitty to hug him back and just shoved my head into his shoulder. He put the thermometer away as he kissed my head. I closed my eyes as he patted my head continuously. "Do you wanna get up and brush your teeth at least? Or do you want to sleep a little more?" "Sure.." I mumbled as we got out of bed. I felt like I was dead, dragging myself to the bathroom. Pete wrapped one arm around my waist, using his free hand to brush his teeth.

After brushing our teeth, he held my hand as we walked back to bed and kissed my cheek. "I'll be right back okay?" He assured me before turning around to leave. I reached my hand out, tugging at his shirt. "Baby please, just give me a few minutes okay?" "Fine.." He cupped my face and leaned in for a kiss, connecting our lips before leaving the room. I could hear our toaster as he kept running back into the room every few minutes to kiss me before running back. He left me in the room for 10 minutes before rushing in with a small tray. He placed it on his bedside table as I sat up. He picked up the toast, "I know you probably feel horrible right now, but you have to eat something okay?" He asked in a soft voice. I was hesitant as the last thing I felt like doing was eating. Still, I couldn't stand to see him worried, forcing myself to take a small bite. He smiled as he watched me chew the food. I ended up taking 2 more bites before shaking my head. He understood and kissed my cheek, carefully grabbing a cup of tea. He mixed and blew it before taste testing it with the spoon, "Here, it's good for you," I gulped as I took a small sip, my face scrunching up. I whimpered as I pushed it away, "It tastes bad.. can I drink coffee?" "I know baby, but it'll help you get better. Don't you want to get better? And no baby, you have to rest. Drinking coffee will only keep you up, you know that." "Hmph.." Pete sighed as he put it aside and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he cupped my face with one hand. "Please drink it, for me?" "Mm alright," I giggled as I picked up the cup. I shut my eyes and downed it quickly. I gagged a little as I put it back on the tray. He put it away as he sat beside me, putting my head on his shoulder. I didn't say anything and cuddled with his arm, looking up at his face. He always looked so effortlessly pretty, I could admire him all day. He kissed my head and pulled me even closer. "What about you?" "Don't worry, I ate mine while making your breakfast." "Thank you," I smiled a little.

Pete's pov

We stared into each other's eyes before leaning in for a kiss. I didn't care that I could taste the tea, and continued to kiss him anyways. We pulled away as I smiled back at him. I could admire him for days, it was like no matter if he was sick or anything, he'd still be the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on. He shifted and rested his head on my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair. He hugged my other arm tightly and shut his eyes, drifting off to sleep. I didn't dare to move, and just tried to stay still. The truth was, I hadn't eaten yet, but I obviously wasn't going to tell him. I secretly took a bite of his bread, hoping it'd keep my stomach from grumbling for awhile and waking up Mikey. I reached over to grab my phone, seeing it already being 11:26am. Shit. I had band practice later at 1pm, and I doubt Mikey would've woken up by then. I texted in the group with all the fall out boy members, saying that I wouldn't be able to attend practice. I sent a photo of Mikey sleeping on my lap, letting them know not to call me. We were going to practice songs for our new album, so it was important. I let out a small sigh of relief when they all understood, and Patrick offered to buy soup. I thanked him and put my phone away after, turning my attention back to Mikey.

I waited until I finally got a message from Patrick. He quietly entered, peeking into the room. I signalled for him to come in as he placed the soup on my bedside. I was about to give him money, but he shook his head. He winked as he took a sneak photo of us before leaving. The second he left the room, he sent the photo in the group chat after drawing a heart around us, calling us lovebirds. They also knew I hated touch and would barely even allow anyone to shake my hand, so seeing someone lay on my lap hugging my arm was big. I chuckled slightly, seeing them absolutely blow up over it. Mikey woke up, yawning softly, "Mm.." "Oh shit, sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep okay?" He laid on my shoulder as I patted his head, kissing it. He looked at my phone, curious. "Hmm.. don't you have practice in 40 minutes..?" "It's okay, I told them I was gonna stay home and take care of you. Patrick also bought you some soup," "Hey," Patrick waved. Mikey looked up at me before turning to Patrick and back to me. "..hey," he mumbled back. Mikey wrapped his arms around me as I turned to face him, kissing him. "I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds alone, get well soon dude," Patrick giggled before leaving. I waited until I heard the door lock before turning back to Mikey. "Can I drink it later..?" "Of course baby, just rest okay?" He nodded, snuggling up with me before falling asleep again.