Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

Mikey's pov

"Just leave it there," "Uh.. I'm not a delivery guy." A man spoke on the other side of the door. I quickly jumped to my feet as I fumbled with the keys, looking him up and down when I opened the door. "P..Pete? What are you doing here? Fuck, um.. you weren't suppose to see me like this I-" "Mikey," he said in a soft voice, holding both of my hands in his. He didn't seem to mind the reeking smell coming from me and the strong smell of cigarettes inside. I gulped as he cupped my face with one hand, looking away. "W-Well? What are you doing here?" "I've been worried about you. May I come in? I promise I don't mind any mess or smell." I hesitated as I turned around and stared at my house that almost looked like it'd be thrashed by a bear, but he gave me a reassuring smile as I reluctantly let him in. "I also uh.. bought you some green tea Kitkats. I wasn't sure if you wanted it but I'll just leave it in the fridge for you." "Oh, sure." "You're welcome," he smiled as he made his way to the kitchen. I watched as he walked back and just began cleaning up the trash on my floor, ignoring me. "Wha.. What are you doing?" "Helping you. I know things probably got bad again, but I'm here for you okay?" "But-" before I could say anymore, he shushed me and continued helping to clean up. I felt guilty, quickly grabbing the broom and helping.

-After they finished cleaning and Mikey took a shower-

I let out a small sigh as I entered my room to see Pete standing there with a smile. He signalled for me to sit down infront of him as I just looked down. I couldn't bring myself to say anything as he began blow drying my hair. I wanted so badly to just throw my arms around him and apologise, and the guilt was killing me. "Mikey?" He called, startling me as I snapped back to reality. "Uh, yeah?" "Your hairs dry." "Oh, right. Thank you," I mumbled as I went to hang my towel up. "So, you finally wanna tell me what had happened? Or anything else you want to say?" "N-No.." He stared at me in all seriousness. "Really? Cause I found this empty bottle lying in your bed and another one on your beside table." He asked as he showed me the bottles. I could feel my heart drop as I realized it was the drugs I'd been taking. "Uh.. I.." I stuttered, not able to think. Before I could say any more, he pulled one of my drawers to reveal even more of them as I gulped, looking down. "..I'm sorry" I muttered as he sighed. He shut the drawer as he got ready to leave, but I grabbed his arm. "Wait-" "Just try and get some sleep okay? Goodnight." He said coldly as he left the room, leaving me alone. I could already feel tears streaming down my face as I walked to my bed with a heavy heart, crying myself to sleep.

I screamed as I sat up, panting and sweating. I looked around as Pete ran in and turned on the lights, rushing over to me. "Mikey?! Are you okay?" "Pete..? Y-You're still here?" I sniffled, hugging him tightly. "I've got you okay? I'm here, everything alright. Don't worry," he crooned as he stroked my back, trying to calm me down. Tears rushed to my eyes as I shoved my head into his chest, sobbing. He held me close as he kissed my head, comforting me. My head was pounding and my ears rang as I looked up at him with a blurry vision. He cupped my face with one hand as he wiped away my tears, kissing my cheeks softly. "Don't cry anymore.. okay? Those days are over, you're better now. I'm here, I'm right here with you. You aren't in the state you were back then anymore, life's better now. So please.. stop making yourself get worse. It must be hard to thrive on sadness, but I know that you can get better okay?" He comforted as I looked away and nodded, sniffling. "No..no you're right. I'm sorry. Just go back to sleep.." "Come on, don't be like that. You don't have to do this alone, you know that. Now, let's go get you cleaned up." He insisted as he took my hand gently, leading me to the bathroom. I stared at the awful figure looking back at me in the mirror as I washed my face, gosh how much I hated how I looked. I leaned in closer as I examined my face carefully, every small dot or pimple sending a knife directly towards my heart.

"Mikey, sweetheart.." Pete said in a soft voice, hesitantly standing at the door. He looked like he was going to reach his hand out to stop me, but retreated his arm a second after. We stared at each other through the mirror for a moment before he walked in behind me. He wrapped his arms around my stomach as he lowered his head on my shoulder, a small frown on his face. He hugged me tightly as his head nestled with my neck, and I let out a small sigh. "..sorry," I managed to mumble as I turned around to hug him back, burying my head into his shoulder. He patted my back and planted a small kiss on my neck before pulling away, admiring me. He had his puppy eyes again, and I couldn't help but blush. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb as he cupped my face again, connecting our lips. He pulled me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I gasped as I felt him slowly lift me up, quickly wrapping my legs around his waist as I hugged him tightly. He chuckled as we pulled away, carrying me downstairs. He placed me on the sofa as he sat down, but I shifted closer to him. I rested my head on his lap as he ran this fingers through my hair despite how short it was. I turned to face him as he turned on the television, pulling him down to kiss me. I giggled as he showered me with kisses, pushing him off playfully. "Stop, that tickles!" "Aww, but you're so cute baby," he laughed as he pinched my cheek. I smiled as I connected our lips once more, his hand wrapping around my waist as he pulled me on his lap. "Now, how about we watch a movie while eating those green tea kitkats?" "Mm..you know me so well. Let's go!"