hehe peteky time

FTM pete

3rd person

Pete Wentz was painfully aware that he actually wasn't a cisgender male- he was actually painfully aware that his body was thick and thin and all too wrong- and one thing that reminded him- the paining urge to throw up and the horrible stabbing pains through his lower abdomen and back. oh, and all of the blood.

Pete simply wanted to lay in bed all day, the horrible nausea taking over his body in huge waves that sent him reaching towards the bucket he had placed in his room just for emergencies, and obviously this was one of them. Pete was curled around the bleach washed bucket, cuddling it like some weird cleaner-scented stuffed animal- and the only thing that crossed his mind was how badly he wanted to be dead.

Mikey on the other hand- was perfectly fine. Born in the right body with nothing on his mind in the morning, except when he opened his phone and noticed what day it was on his calendar and the small reminder on his phone- "pete's bleeding day- be at his ASAP"

Upon reading his own reminder, he shot out of bed and threw on some random mess of shirt, hoodie, and sweatpants, knowing he would be lounging around all day. He brushed his teeth and made sure to grab one of the small goodie bags filled with sugary treats, gatorades, and pain meds because he knew that Pete wouldn't be able to move without them. Mikey rushed out the door- making sure to tell his brother a simple "pete code red, sorry man" so the elder would know where he was.

When Mikey reaches Pete's house, he already had a key to the door, simply unlocking it before calling out into the seemingly empty (although, Hemingway was sleeping on the couch, not a very good guard dog) house, only to met by a small grunt and the sounds of vomit splashing. Mikey took of his shoes and padded quietly through the small corridor to Pete's room. When the younger boy entered the room, he was met with an oddly pale, disassociated Pete, who was staring at one spot on the floor.

"Hey baby," Mikey says quietly, walking over to the side of Pete's bed. Pete rolls his head slowly smiling weakly as Mikey rubs small circles onto his hairline.

" 'M sorry mikes, I feel like shit," Pete says dryly, Mikey chuckles softly, moving the grey bucket off of the bed to the ground. Then crawls into the bed, patting his chest quickly. Pete groaned as he crawled his way up Mikey's chest, grease stricken forehead finding its fit in the dip between Mikey's collarbone and neck. Mikey instantly moves one hand into Pete's hair, and another to Pete's low back, rubbing slow in an attempt to sooth the boy. Pete lets out a contented sigh, trying to take in all of Mikey's warmth he could.

"It's okay baby, I know," Mikey says softly. He could see the red eyes and tear tracks running long down Pete's face, and he wished he could take all of Pete's pain away and have to deal with it instead. He just wanted his lover happy. With a soft protest from Pete, Mikey reaches into the small bag onto the floor, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and a Gatorade, he opened up the bottle of pills and poured three into his hand, then shifted Pete so he could actually take the meds.

"Mikes it hurts to move," Pete whined quietly, Mikey shook his head-

"I know Petey, that's why I have some meds and a Gatorade so you can sleep and feel better when you wake up," Mikey says quietly, Pete grumbles in protest, before taking the pills and the drink out of Mikey's hand. Pete slowly takes the medicine, wincing slightly as it goes down. Pete groans as another wave of cramps and nausea rolls through his body and sends him lurching forward, clutching his stomach and slowly sliding back down Mikey's side. Mikey is quick to cover the shaking boy up again, knowing that cold air (even the 70° air in his room) makes him feel worse. Pete bunches Mikey's shirt in his fist, trying to focus his mind anywhere but his aching stomach and what is in between his legs.

When Pete calms enough, Mikey resumes rubbing Pete's back, and watching as the smaller of the two starts to drift into a sleep. Once Pete finally rests, Mikey closes his own eyes and drifts off as well, knowing today was going to be a long, lazy day.