Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

Mikey's pov

I wiped my tears away and sniffled, but I just couldn't stop crying. I was trembling as my legs began wobbling and I broke down on Pete's porch, my body aching from how badly I'm crying to the point where I couldn't even push myself to knock or ring the door bell. I sobbed uncontrollably, lying on the floor curled up in a ball, unable to move. I was cold from the rain, my clothes had some holes in them, and I didn't even call to ask if I could crash at his house again. I screamed in agony as my head began to pound, and I could hear my own heartbeat. The sound of rain slowly faded, and all I could focus on was the sound of my heartbeat. The pain in my head, the aching of my fragile body and the coldness of my clothes as I shivered. I felt like I was ready to pass out as my eyes began to close, and my ears started ringing. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my vision only got blurrier and blurrier. I didn't even notice that somebody had picked me up. Was it Pete? I didn't even have the energy to do anything and just let it happen. I covered my face with my palms, closing my eyes as I winced slightly when I accidentally touched my injury. The sharp glass poked me slightly, and I was slowly placed down onto a sofa. What was happening?

Pete's pov

I ran upstairs, shouting for my mom to come quickly, tears streaming down my face. She quickly ran downstairs as I grabbed her kit, following behind. I sat down beside Mikey and gripped his hand tightly, begging him to stay with me. I couldn't stop the tears from coming, seeing the love of my life lying on my sofa with a piece of glass in his head, bleeding non stop. His eyes were barely open, and I doubt he could hear me. Luckily, my mom was a nurse as she carefully treated his injury. I hugged his cold body tightly, not caring that his clothes were soaking wet. I just kept begging him not to leave me, shaking. At some point, I just couldn't watch anymore. My mom suggested that I just went to my room to wait as she couldn't have me distracting her. Reluctantly, I agreed, kissing his cheek before leaving. I run up to my room and jumped on my bed, crying while beating up my pillow before just collapsing. I grab a jacket which belonged to Mikey and put it on, wiping my tears with the sleeve as I gasped for air.

-later-

I sniffled as I heard a small knock on the door. I still hadn't stopped crying. I wiped my tears as I dragged myself to go open the door. I swung the door wide open when I saw that it was my mom carrying Mikey. "Let him rest for awhile, I'll be back to change his bandage later." "Thank you, mom," I smiled as I slowly picked him up. I carefully place him on my bed before shutting the door. I let out a small sigh of relief as I kissed him. I went to grab some of my clothes before helping him change out of his. Mikey was a heavy sleeper, so it was easier. I went to go wash his clothes by hand, knowing he would probably kill me if he knew I had thrown them in the washing machine. He was always afraid that it'd make the holes in his shirt bigger, but also refused to buy new clothes. I crawled into bed with him after, cuddling with him as I kissed his cheek. "..I'm sorry I wasn't there. I just wish you'd knock or ring the door bell when you came. I.. I'm sorry. I love you. Please be okay," I whispered as I kissed his hand. I hugged him even tighter, but quickly lifted his chin to face me when I felt him move. I couldn't help but smile, seeing his eyes slowly open. "..hm.. Pete..?" he mumbled as he snuggled up with me. "Yes baby, it's me," I replied as I kissed his head. "Mm.. what happened? These clothes are so comfortable..and your body is so warm," his voice muffled as he shoved his head into my chest. I explained to him what happened, and that he was wearing my clothes. He kept insisting that he wasn't tired, but it was clear from his voice. I gently kissed his injury as he closed his eyes again. We laid there in silence, neither of us wanting to move. "..I'm sorry. I love you Pete, and thank you.." he quivered, his eyes starting to well up. "It's okay baby, don't cry. Don't cry okay? It's okay. Just rest, alright? I promise it's okay," I assure him as I wiped away his tears before they could even fall. He hugged me even tighter, pulling me down for a quick kiss. I smiled, pulling him up to kiss him back. "You wanna talk about what happened? Like, why was there a piece of glass in your head..? It's okay if you don't want to," I asked in a soft voice. He looked away, gulping. I knew what it meant. "It was your mom again, wasn't it?" He nodded. I closed my eyes and took a moment to calm down, my blood boiling just at the thought of her. I quickly turned my attention back to Mikey, trying to focus on him instead of being angry at his mom. I held his close, making sure he felt safe in my arms before stroking his head continuously. I kissed his forehead as I made sure he was comfortable. I didn't care how tired my hand was getting, and kept comforting him before he fell asleep. Soon, I too fell asleep while holding him securely in my arms.

NOTE: sorry for any mistakes it's 2:25am and I have school so I'm rlly cooked and tired and everytime I reread this story I keep finding more things to change so I hope this is okay