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

#96 Petekey (fluff)+bullshit of a note

Note: Sorry I've been gone for awhile again. I'm still doing shitty. I'm trying to remember to post emergency stories but somehow reading through before posting it is too hard sometimes. Anyway, this is an emergency story unfortunately.

⚠️SH, MENTION OF KNIFE AND CUTS, NEAR OVERDOSE⚠️

Pete's pov

My smile quickly faded as Mikey picked up the phone, hearing him sniffle. "You good?" "I-I'm sorry.. now isn't a good time.." he murmured, his voice shaking. Me and Mikey were fuck buddies who'd sometimes talk about our lives during aftercare and hangout as friends, but we never actually got vulnerable before. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice serious. There was silence on the other line before he replied, "It's.. fine. Now just isn't a good time." "Mikey, you know you can talk to me right? It's alright." "N..No really I'm fine.. I'm good.." his voice sounded off almost instantly. He sounded weak, like physically weak. I gulped as I grabbed my keys before rushing to the door. "I'm coming to you, just stay where you are." "Pete, I'm fine.." "Mikey." I argued. "Mmh.. f-fine okay I'm at home.. just come quick." His words were nearly a whisper, meanwhile I was already fumbling to lock my door before getting in my car. I could hear him occasionally sniffing and crying, and I tried my best to keep my focus on the road while still talking to him. "You don't have to do this you know? I get that we talk sometimes and stuff but we're mostly just fuck buddies.. aren't we?" "Please Mikey, just cut the lust tonight. Also just stop lying to me. I might not know you well, but I know you enough to tell you aren't doing good. Please, let me do this one thing for you okay?" He thought about it for a moment before agreeing, "okay fine.."

I grabbed his keys from under the fake plant, nearly bursting the door down as I unlocked it. "I'm almost there okay? Please just stay with me." I pleaded, panicking as I locked the door. "Where are you?" "Urgh.. bathroom.." he groaned like he was in pain. ".. and hurry please" he begged timidly, and I wasted no time banging on the door as I twisted the doorknob to find it locked. "Mikey, open this fucking door or I swear I'm going to kick it down!" I shouted as I began banging on the door harder. "I.. I can't." "What the hell do you mean you can't," "I.. uh.. fuck just do whatever you can to unlock it. Kick it down if you really gotta." I panicked. I grabbed his wallet off the counter as I took one of his credit cards, sliding it around the small gap between the door and the frame. I adjusted around before I finally heard the door click, dropping everything I was holding as I swung the door open. "MIKEY, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed, shaking him as I knelt down. He was slumped on the ground next to a bottle of pills which toppled over with a small knife clutched in his hand, seeing blood gushing out of his wrists. He looked pale and even weaker than he sounded on the phone, tears streaming down his face as he gritted his teeth. "What the fuck did you do?!" "I'm sorry.. I don't know I-I just spiralled. I'm scared Petey.." "Shit man," I took in a deep breath, taking his forearm with trembling hands. I tried to stay calm as I helped him sit up, holding back tears and anger. "Did you take these pills? How many? What are they? How long ago?" "Honestly.. I have no clue. I just took a bunch of them like a few minutes ago or something, and I feel really weird.." "Goddamnit, come on. Try your best to vomit them out alright?" I asked, carefully supporting him to the toilet bowl. He whimpered as I allowed him to take his time, seeing him clench his hands into fists. "Uh.. I'll take that from you okay?" I pried the knife out of his hand. He snivelled, but quickly coughed as I held him.

I looked away as I couldn't bear to watch, but could hear him crying and puking. "Pete.. please.." "Is that all?" "I-I think so.." he gagged. I grabbed a couple tissues and handed them to him as I also helped him to clean up, looking down at the mess. I managed to soothe him a little better before flushing the toilet and putting the lid down, helping him to sit on it. I grabbed the shower head as he hesitated before holding his wrists out, and I slowly ran the water over the cuts. He hissed and bit his lip, wincing and I crooned him. "I'm almost done okay? You're doing really well." "Just a little longer." "I know, I know." I would say, hoping he'd ignore the fact that I was speaking to him in a gentle voice which I never did for anyone. I turned off the water a moment later and grabbed some tissues to gently pat on the cuts before using dry tissues to clean them, watching him slowly gain back his composure. I leaned down to kiss his hand as I spoke, "I'm almost done." The room went silent as I finished up, trying to push away the awkward tension in the room. "..Pete" "Uh, yeah?" "I just.. want to thank you. You don't need to do all this. And um.. I'm sorry. I know you only call me when-" I cut him off as I threw my arms around him, unable to fight back tears any longer. He was caught off guard, but stroked my back as I just began bawling my eyes out. "Please don't ever do anything like this to yourself again. " I wailed, hugging him right. "I'm sorry. I'm okay, I promise." Lies. I took in a deep breath as I used whatever emotional strength I had left to pull myself back together, signalling for him to wrap his legs around me like I did when we were having sex. He paused for a moment before complying.

I carried him out to his bedroom before placing him down on the bed. He looked down as he nearly began undressing, but I quickly put my hand over his to stop him. "What are you doing?" "I thought you wanted to fuck? Isn't that why you carried me here or called me at all?" He asked, genuinely confused. I swore I felt myself unlock three new facial expressions of denial as I was at a loss of words. "Mikey.. are you.. okay? Like, seriously? What in the world made you think I would do that?" "I mean, I don't know." He shrugged like it was normal and I was the one acting crazy. "That.. is awfully concerning. Let's talk about that later please. Right now, I need to attend to your wounds. Where are your bandages and medicine?" I quickly snapped myself back to reality, and he directed me to his drawer. I took his hand in mine as I rubbed it comfortingly while applying medicine. Neither of us said anything the entire process as I wrapped him up with bandages, kissing them after. I looked up as his eyes met mine, but he quickly avoided my gaze. "What's wrong?" "I just.. feel bad. I still feel like shit too, physically." "I think you should get some rest." I suggested, getting up. He nodded as we crawled into his bed, and I pulled the blanket over us as he fluttered his eyelids.

"Pete.. I don't want you to be gone when I wake up." I was taken aback. "W-What do you mean?" "I don't want you to leave me. Not now, not ever. I love you so much. I want to wake up to the biggest brown eyes I've ever seen first thing every morning. I want to smell your stupid nightmare before Christmas cologne and see your dumb smile everyday. I want you to love and care for me like you do during aftercare even if we don't have sex. I don't want you to leave." He expressed, cuddling up to me. "Really?" "Yeah.. I'm sorry." "I uh.." I stuttered, tripping over my words. "..I love you too Mikey." "You mean it?" "Yeah," I smiled, and he finally looked up at me. I grinned as I blushed, cupping his face. "May I?" "Of course," he giggled, pulling me down for a kiss. I kissed him passionately as I spooned him, running my fingers through his hair. "Are you sure you'll love me even without sex?" "Mm, I'm more of a gay-above-the-waist guy anyway, it's okay." I chuckled. He snuggled up to my collarbones and under my jaw as I kissed his head, "Sweet dreams, Mikey." "Goodnight, Petey."