Fluff & smut oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey, MCR comfort)

#81 Petekey (fluff)

⚠️SH/SCARS⚠️

Pete's pov

"Mikey? You okay in there? You've been in there quite some time.." I called, putting my stuff down. Silence filled the room as I walked towards the door, knocking. I could hear him making noises inside, but couldn't make out what it was. I was taken aback when I realized a small crack in the door, realizing it'd been unlocked the entire time. "I'm coming in..okay?" I said hesitantly, pushing the door open as he didn't even acknowledge me. He was leaning on the wall with his hand wrapped around his cock while the other held a small razor with blood trickling down his thigh. My eyes widened at the sight, seeing him open one eye with as tears streamed down his cheeks while he stared at me pleadingly. "Mikey.. Mikey please, what happened?" "..I'm sorry," he mumbled. He sniffled as his face stained with tears, looking down at the mess. I shook my head and sighed as I shut the door behind me, grabbing the shower head."Give it to me." "Pete.." "Now, Mikey." I demanded, holding my hand out as he reluctantly gave me the bloody razor. I placed it on the side before turning on the water, making sure it wasn't too hot as I looked over at him. He nodded as I slowly ran the water over his cuts, gently grabbing his thigh as he winced. He clenched his fists as his face scrunched up, whimpering. "Please," he blurted, unintentionally pushing the shower head towards me. I scoffed as I took a moment to process it before turning the water off. Panic filled his eyes as he hurriedly put the shower head aside, trying to wipe it the water off with his hands while apologising profusely.

Mikey's pov

I gulped as Pete didn't say anything and just left, his pants and lower part of his shirt soaking wet. I looked down as I could feel tears stream down my face once more, gritting my teeth. I fucking hate being hypersexual. I hate relapsing. I hate myself so goddamn much. If I had the chance to be anyone else, I'd take it in a heartbeat. I- "Mikey," Pete crooned, snapping me back to reality. He was naked, but embraced me despite how much of a mess I was. I didn't say anything and just wrapped one arm around him as my head just felt like one big spiral. We stayed silent and just hugged each other before I finally spoke, "Look.. I..I-I just.. I'll come clean okay? I understand if you find this weird or disgusting in any way because trust me I'm disgusted in myself too. Um.. I'm hypersexual. I-.." I couldn't even finish my sentence as I just began crying, hard. I could tell Pete was shocked, but he didn't say anything as he just pulled me closer as I sobbed over his shoulder. "There there, it's okay. Let it all out," he said in a soft voice, stroking my head as he kissed it. I wept as Pete helped me out of the bathroom before drying us both with his towel and signalling for me to sit on the bed. I watched as he knelt down infront of me while opening the first aid kit beside me. He dipped a small cotton swab into some medicine before holding his hand out while I squeezed it, whimpering, "I-I can't," "Mikey, I haven't even done anything yet.." I looked away as I just nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as he began applying the medicine around the cuts. I hissed as Pete caressed my other thigh, kissing around. "You're doing so good baby," he praised, rubbing my thigh in an attempt to calm me down. I nodded as I took in a deep breath, wrapping my legs around Pete as he smiled. He grabbed the bandage as he slowly wrapped it around my cuts carefully.

"You.. aren't disturbed even a little by this?" "Of course not, I'm always gonna love you no matter what. What's important right now is that we treat your wounds okay? But please.. if anything's bothering you to even make you think about hurting yourself, tell me okay?" "O-Okay.. I'm sorry," I shuddered. I gulped as Pete stood up, cupping my face as his thumb brushed my bloody lips. "Can I kiss you?" "Gently, I think I bit it too hard.. it stings.." "Of course darling," he whispered, his lips pressing onto mine softly. "Don't cry anymore okay? We're gonna get you help." "Really..?" "Mhm," I could feel the long lost spark inside me flicker as he said those words. Was I finally going to get the help I needed? I smiled as I threw my arms around him, pulling him down onto me as I connected our lips. I giggled as we landed, winking playfully as he slipped his hand under my head. He rolled his eyes playfully as he climbed off, grabbing clothes for us both. He dressed me before himself as he kissed me all over, smiling. "I'm gonna go get you some water for those chapped lips," he joked as he left the room. I looked down at my thigh as I held on tightly to his hoodie, putting it on. I breathed his scent all over it as I smiled dumbly, fidgeting with the strings.

I jumped as I realized Pete already came back with the cup of water, my face getting flustered from embarrassment as I took it. I gulped it down before placing it on the side, looking back up at him. Before I could say anything, he gently pushed me down as he began tucking me in bed. "What are you doing?" "Tucking you in. I'm sure you're probably tired, so it's best if you just rest for awhile." "Please don't leave.." I begged, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He didn't say anything and just chuckled as he got in bed beside me, "I'm not going anywhere, don't be silly love." I shifted off the pillow and onto his lap as I hugged his arm, feeling him pull the blanket over me. He ran his fingers through my hair with his free hand, ruffling with it slightly as I cozied up to him like a baby. He leaned down and kissed my cheek as he just kept whispering in my ear things like "I love you so much Mikey, no matter what", "I'm here for you okay? I'm here to stay" and "You could never disgust me, you're my beautiful boy forever." I could feel my heart melt as my eyes fluttered, eventually drifting off to sleep.