Peterick OneShots

Grand Theft Autumn

"Pete has a really shitty boyfriend, and when Patrick finds out how bad he really is, he gets protective"

Came up with this while talking to my lovely friend Hannah ( @/glowingpatrick on tumblr  )

TW: abuse, sexual abuse, physical abuse, violence, depression, food m, ask to tag!! (it gets fluffy later i promise, they almost always do!! <3 )

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The mugs gripped in either of Patrick's hands were steaming, and he was very careful as he walked down the hallway to his room. Pete was curled up on his bed, eyeliner streaks drying on his face from where he had been crying.

This was the third night this week that his best friend had knocked on his door, tears flowing freely and another excuse for his shitty boyfriend bubbling on his lips. Patrick was getting sick of it, honestly. Not of Pete, of course, it wasn't his fault. But Ethan.. Ethan was a problem.

Patrick noticed immediately of course. He was never really good to Pete, never listened to him or held his chair for him, or did anything that Pete did. Pete, sweet, innocent Pete, would buy him flowers or candy or dinner randomly, buy him the album for his favorite band, and wore all of his shirts. Ethan, however, did none of that. On Pete's birthday, he managed to get him at least a thing of take out. Pete had called Patrick that night after Ethan left, asking if he was good enough, if he was worth anything at all. Patrick drove over at 4 in the morning and sat with him, watching cartoons with Pete curled up against his chest.

Ethan hated Patrick, of course, but this was the one area Pete wouldn't budge on. Even if the douchebag controlled every other aspect of Pete's life, Pete refused to let him push Patrick away. It gave the younger man a warm feeling, even if it worried him.

Patrick sat down on the bed beside Pete, tapping him lightly to get his attention. Pete flinched, sitting up and backing away immediately, before his eyes focused on Patrick and he relaxed. His reaction made Patrick queasy, but he said nothing.

"Thank you," he said hoarsely, voice scratchy from crying. Patrick shook his head, sitting cross-legged beside his friend. They sat in silence for a moment, until Patrick spoke.

"Pete you have to stop letting him do this to you."

Pete sighed, hanging his head. Flat ironed bangs fell over his face, but Patrick knew what it would look like. The shame, the fear, the hurt. Patrick desperately wanted to see him smile again, a real smile, the kind he had gotten so used to seeing.

"It.. He just.. He gets upset sometimes Trick? He gets mad and.. And I get it, I'm the same way kinda, like I have weird fits too so.. So it's the same thing."

Patrick narrowed his eyes at him, making Pete shrink further. The blond sighed, letting Pete relax before he continued.

"Pete, your mental illness doesn't excuse you being a dickhead. You haven't ever been cruel to someone because of your depression, ever. Especially not someone you loved." Patrick shook his head, rubbing Pete's arm as he continued," You never ever said such hateful shit to people either. Thought it, maybe, but never said it."

Pete huffed, "Yeah but his is different! Ethan can't help it, he gets this fits, he can't control his ac- He can't control what comes out his mouth Patrick!" Pete insisted, looking up at the younger earnestly.

Patrick caught the slip, the one that Pete was desperately hoping he wouldn't.

"Pete," he said quietly, voice deadpan. "What do you mean he can't control his actions."