Peterick OneShots

Baby Boy Can't Lift His Headache Head (Isn't It Tragic?)

Trans ! Pete AU based off headcannons :) Set during IOH (?)

A shitty interview leads to cuddling and a most likely broken hand

TW: violence, transphobia, body image, depression, negativity, misgendering, angst, hurt and comfort, angst with a happy ending

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Pete looked forward to the interview at first. He had started growing stubble, which had earned him compliments from the rest of the band. Every time Patrick walked past he'd smile, or brush his fingers across Pete's jaw. It made the older man blush just thinking about those calloused fingertips on his skin.

He was excited though, because it would air on MTV, so everyone would so how well things were going with T. He was really proud of how he looked so far, and almost wanted to show off.

It started going badly almost immediately, however. The two people interviewing them asked about the new album at first, but that quickly went downhill.

With fake smiles, the blond man turned his attention to Pete.

"So! A lot of attention in the press shoots for this album are on you, the heartthrob of emo! How does it feel to be one of the most popular female bassists of the century?"

Pete felt Patrick tense beside him, and his own stomach churned. He tried to laugh it off. "I don't really think I'm that good of a bass player. Besides, I'm not.. I'm not a girl bass player."

The guy laughed, looking over at his co-host. She gave him a puzzled look, glancing at Pete in concern. The interview went on, Patrick's answers slightly shorter now, but he remained polite. Until the next slip up, of course.

"So, Patrick, I understand that you wrote a lot of the melodies, and she wrote the lyrics? How well does that process work for you two?"

Patrick's eyes narrowed, and his tone was cold when he answered. "I'm not sure where you got your sources, but Pete here writes the lyrics. He's very good at what he does, too. We work well together, also, even though we argue in the studio a lot."

The man laughed, brushing off Patrick's remarks.

"Yeah, women get kind of bossy in the workplace don't they."

At this point everyone was staring at this douchebag. Pete felt sick, bile rising up to his throat, but Patrick was visibly shaking. He glared at the cameraman, who cut immediately, calling for commercial. The female co-host stood and turned on her heel immediately, stomping away.

Patrick stood, fists clenched as he glared at the now confused interviewer.

"Look, asshole, I don't know how fucking ignorant one person can be, but you apparently seem to be to an extraordinary case, so let me explain it to you very clearly," Patrick stepped forward, a tiny ball of rage, and Pete caught his arm, afraid that he'd get arrested again.

"Pete motherfucking Wentz is a man, and more of a man than you ever fucking will be. If you ever dare to disrespect him, or anyone else for that matter, again, I will personally make sure that you never work again, you got that? Think I won't pull the famous musician card, fucking try me."

Patrick grabbed his jacket and Pete's hand and stormed out, dragging a visibly upset Pete Wentz behind him. He didn't make eye contact with anyone until they got back to the bus.

Patrick all but kicked the door down, making Andy and Joe jump up from the couch.

"Dude, the fuck?"

Pete waved him off, eyes stinging. Patrick screamed in frustration, punching the wall before sitting on the floor, knees up to his chest. Andy and Joe stared at him in shock, and Pete hurridly pulled them aside.