Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

Pete's pov

"Mikey?" I called in a soft voice as I pushed the sliding door. I sat down beside him as he rested his cigarette on the ashtray, letting out a small sigh as smoke came out of his mouth. I shifted closer and tried to take it from his hand, but he quickly smacked my hand away lightly, "Don't." "Mikey-" "I said don't, didn't I? Just leave me alone," he mumbled under his breath, raising his voice but slowly getting lower with every word. He didn't even glance at me once as he continued smoking. "I thought you promised you'd stopped." I said in a sad tone as I quickly turned away and left. He didn't even move as I quickly slid to door shut and went downstairs. I could feel the tears rushing to my eyes as I held onto the railing while running down the stairs, nearly falling down. I ran to the kitchen as I just broke down crying on the way, falling to my hands and knees as I sobbed. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer, crawling to the kitchen as I locked the door. I slid down the counter as I curled up in a ball and looked down, my palms covering my face as my cries were muffled by my sweater. Mikey barely ever raised his voice, but I'd overthink it everytime he did. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing as my sleeves soaked up my tears. A million thoughts flooded my mind, and I started jumping to conclusions about how this could end. It didn't help that more I thought, the more I spiralled.

I thought about how he'd seemed so tired the past couple of days because of work, and it broke my heart. It was like no matter what I did he just kept getting worse and worse, banging my head against the counter loudly. I regretting it immediately as my head began pounding, mumbling something to myself repeatedly."F-Fuck, Pete open this fucking door right now before I break it, please!" Mikey screamed as he banged on the door. I jumped as I began backing up from the door. "I swear to FUCK Pete what are you doing in there? If you don't open this damn door in five seconds I'm gonna unlock it with the key," he demanded. I gulped as I kept backing up until I hit a wall, now in our laundry room which was connected to our kitchen and had a big window. My mind was blank, every single bit of my childhood trauma coming back to me as all I could think of was to jump out the window. It had window grills, but were able to be slid to the side. I gripped onto the window sill as I heard the door click, not knowing what to do. I curled up in a ball and put my hands on the back of my head as I looked down, preparing myself to get hit or reprimanded badly. I waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened. I looked up slightly and opened my eyes as I just saw Mikey poking his head inside while he gripped the door tightly. I whimpered as I slowly stood up, refusing to let my guard down.

"I-I'm not gonna hurt you.." Mikey said in a shaky voice, trying not to sound like he was crying as he slowly entered the kitchen. I shook my head as I couldn't think, not knowing what was going to happen. He cautiously approached me and showed that he wasn't holding anything or hiding stuff behind his back as he stepped into the laundry room with tears rolling down his face. He squatted down infront of me as I wiped my tears away. "Everything gonna be alright, okay? I'm not going to hurt you, I-I promise. And I swear this time I won't break it. Look- um.. I'm sorry okay? It's just.. I've been so overwhelmed with work and all that stuff. I just, I needed something to help me escape, even if it was for awhile. I apologise for always just heading straight to bed no matter how early it was and falling asleep as soon as my body hit the bed these days. I've been so tired, I barely even have time for you anymore. I've just been under a lot of pressure and frustration lately, and I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I know it was wrong of me to start smoking again after being clean for abit, but I swear it was just one cigarette. I-I didn't even finish the one you tried to take from me, and you can check if you don't believe me-" before he could even continue his apology, I grabbed his face and connected our lips. I pulled him towards me slightly while doing so, causing him to instinctively place his hand on my knee while the other pinned me to the wall.

He was shocked, but kissed me back as he crawled up closer to me, his hand moving down to my waist as I stretched one leg out. He was kneeling infront of me as he gently rubbed my cheek, kissing me passionately. We held the kiss for a good minute before pulling away for us to catch our breaths. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment before giggling through our tears, looking away. I sniffled as he wiped my tears away, kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry baby," "I'm sorry for worrying you." "Are you okay?" He asked as he checked me for any cuts. I shook my head, "I'm fine, don't worry. But promise me you won't smoke again.. please..?" "I'm okay as long as you are. I promise," he smiled, our pinky's entwining as I blushed. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before standing up and extending his hand out to me. I took it as I got up, hugging him tightly. I snickered as I lifted him off the ground, causing him to gasp and hold onto me tightly. I turned around and pushed him against the window sill gently as I lifted his legs up to wrap around me. He hugged me tightly as I supported him up while walking to our room, kissing his neck on the way. I carefully placed him down as I climbed on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. I smiled as I rolled beside him, pulling him closer. He snuggled up with me as he wrapped his arms around my waist, purring when he shoved his head into my chest. I pulled the blanket over us as I kissed his head, "Goodnight my love~," "Goodnight, Pete."