Bronx Drabble Collection Part Two: "Call it Pretty"
Bronx Drabble Collection
Part Two: "Call it Pretty"
(others: Part One)
By emorockkid
PG, Pete/Patrick, Bronx Mowgli Wentz / Liam Mikey Way, Bronx-centric
Beta'd by dramacrumb
All lies and I didn't mean to offend Ashlee, I'm just a huge Peterick fan.
Pete, Patrick and Bronx are spending a weekend off together in their own family appartment. And because their friend Gerard Way and his family are in town, Patrick thinks it's a good idea to pick his little son Liam Mikey Way up and bringing the two boys together to become friends maybe.
Pete bit his lower lip, suppressing a little chuckle as he watched the little body squirming around in the purple blanket, hunting for the little whole where his favorite dog was hiding, barking softly to give the toddler some hints.
The black-haired, handsome man loved days like these: Sundays off, Ash brought Bronx around to his and Patrick’s apartment and they enjoyed nothing else but Bronx time. And the young mum had some room to do things only for herself. They built the perfect patchwork family; with respect, love and friendship.
After coming home from the public playground only a few blocks away, Patrick had been heading out to do ‚things‘ - of course Pete had tried to find out something about it, but just as usual he didn’t get any word out of him - and Bronx was exhausted enough to actually want the nap-time he usually used to refuse.
Still sleepy from the one-hour rest, he crawled around on the couch and poked, stroked, tickled Rigby in a playful way since the dog was practically his best friend. The three-year-old fell on his back, laughing at the top of his lungs and let out an even louder squeal, when the beloved pet jumped after him, carefully putting its weight on the tiny chest and licking Bronx’ chin with her wet tongue.
And all of that cute interaction between his two ‘babies‘ - ‘baby baby‘ Bronx and the younger of his dogs - was caught on camera.
Right before Pete was able to interrupt the whole snuggling and not-caring-that-the-baby boy-himself-might-be-hurt, the front door clicked shut a little too loud, causing the three of them to go still and start listening. The dark haired kid unwrapped himself from the coverlet, jumping from the place he was on currently and planned to run into the hallway, but his dad was faster, grabbing the hood of his hoodie. He pulled him back a little and lifted him to his arms, trying to win control over his bouncy son.
He was only as much months old as Pete was in years, but he already had a lot in common with the man who unfortunately didn’t have the time to raise him as much as Bronx would be worth it.
Patrick’s voice filled the room as soon as he stepped into the living area with only one foot, adding warmth and a special loveliness, just what the two other boys in the family used to love and adore. But this time his sudden appearing was different.
Holding tightly onto his left hand, there was another small boy, longer raven black hair falling into his eyes and broke the stare of his sharp grey eyes; skin almost as pale as Bronx knew snow was - even if he had never ever seen some before.
He wore a black shirt with some funny white and red drawn animals on it, black tight jeans and red tiny shoes that the slightly older boy thought were awesome.
“Hello uncle Pete!“ he mumbled, obviously a little shy and not as open as the junior version of Pete always showed he was.
“Bronx…“ Pete nudged the shoulder of his son tenderly to get back his attention and be sure that he would listen to him. “This is uncle Gerard’s son, his name is Liam… he is a little bit younger than you are!“ he explained, shooting a friendly glare at his boyfriend who tried to pull the handsome boy back to the middle of the scene, but Liam seemed to feel safer when he was hiding behind the blonde man’s legs.
A silence started to build between the four male individuals… only until they heard a happy bark from a few metres away. Rigby rushed into the situation, jumping in front of Patrick in pure joy, until she sat down, tail drumming on the floor excitedly.
Bronx was watching in curiosity.
He didn’t like other kids… on a regular basis. And Rigby neither. But there was something up with this Liam-kid.
All of a sudden, Rigby tilted her head upwards and pressed her forehead to the boy’s stomach, wiggling around to request some stroking and scratching of her neck.
„She likes you,“ Bronx said, showing a huge smile both of the ‚daddies‘ couldn’t believe they were seeing. Bronx never got along with other babies - especially not boys - before. This was a happy debut.
Liam looked up at him, giving a smirk, before he frowned.
„Why is he doing that?“ he asked back, being a little hesitant, when his fingertips touched the soft fur for the first time.
„That is easy, Liam. Because you are pwetty!“
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Now playing: Panic! at the disco - Panic at the Disco - There's A Good Reason These Ta
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Part Two: "Call it Pretty"
(others: Part One)
By emorockkid
PG, Pete/Patrick, Bronx Mowgli Wentz / Liam Mikey Way, Bronx-centric
Beta'd by dramacrumb
All lies and I didn't mean to offend Ashlee, I'm just a huge Peterick fan.
Pete, Patrick and Bronx are spending a weekend off together in their own family appartment. And because their friend Gerard Way and his family are in town, Patrick thinks it's a good idea to pick his little son Liam Mikey Way up and bringing the two boys together to become friends maybe.
Pete bit his lower lip, suppressing a little chuckle as he watched the little body squirming around in the purple blanket, hunting for the little whole where his favorite dog was hiding, barking softly to give the toddler some hints.
The black-haired, handsome man loved days like these: Sundays off, Ash brought Bronx around to his and Patrick’s apartment and they enjoyed nothing else but Bronx time. And the young mum had some room to do things only for herself. They built the perfect patchwork family; with respect, love and friendship.
After coming home from the public playground only a few blocks away, Patrick had been heading out to do ‚things‘ - of course Pete had tried to find out something about it, but just as usual he didn’t get any word out of him - and Bronx was exhausted enough to actually want the nap-time he usually used to refuse.
Still sleepy from the one-hour rest, he crawled around on the couch and poked, stroked, tickled Rigby in a playful way since the dog was practically his best friend. The three-year-old fell on his back, laughing at the top of his lungs and let out an even louder squeal, when the beloved pet jumped after him, carefully putting its weight on the tiny chest and licking Bronx’ chin with her wet tongue.
And all of that cute interaction between his two ‘babies‘ - ‘baby baby‘ Bronx and the younger of his dogs - was caught on camera.
Right before Pete was able to interrupt the whole snuggling and not-caring-that-the-baby boy-himself-might-be-hurt, the front door clicked shut a little too loud, causing the three of them to go still and start listening. The dark haired kid unwrapped himself from the coverlet, jumping from the place he was on currently and planned to run into the hallway, but his dad was faster, grabbing the hood of his hoodie. He pulled him back a little and lifted him to his arms, trying to win control over his bouncy son.
He was only as much months old as Pete was in years, but he already had a lot in common with the man who unfortunately didn’t have the time to raise him as much as Bronx would be worth it.
Patrick’s voice filled the room as soon as he stepped into the living area with only one foot, adding warmth and a special loveliness, just what the two other boys in the family used to love and adore. But this time his sudden appearing was different.
Holding tightly onto his left hand, there was another small boy, longer raven black hair falling into his eyes and broke the stare of his sharp grey eyes; skin almost as pale as Bronx knew snow was - even if he had never ever seen some before.
He wore a black shirt with some funny white and red drawn animals on it, black tight jeans and red tiny shoes that the slightly older boy thought were awesome.
“Hello uncle Pete!“ he mumbled, obviously a little shy and not as open as the junior version of Pete always showed he was.
“Bronx…“ Pete nudged the shoulder of his son tenderly to get back his attention and be sure that he would listen to him. “This is uncle Gerard’s son, his name is Liam… he is a little bit younger than you are!“ he explained, shooting a friendly glare at his boyfriend who tried to pull the handsome boy back to the middle of the scene, but Liam seemed to feel safer when he was hiding behind the blonde man’s legs.
A silence started to build between the four male individuals… only until they heard a happy bark from a few metres away. Rigby rushed into the situation, jumping in front of Patrick in pure joy, until she sat down, tail drumming on the floor excitedly.
Bronx was watching in curiosity.
He didn’t like other kids… on a regular basis. And Rigby neither. But there was something up with this Liam-kid.
All of a sudden, Rigby tilted her head upwards and pressed her forehead to the boy’s stomach, wiggling around to request some stroking and scratching of her neck.
„She likes you,“ Bronx said, showing a huge smile both of the ‚daddies‘ couldn’t believe they were seeing. Bronx never got along with other babies - especially not boys - before. This was a happy debut.
Liam looked up at him, giving a smirk, before he frowned.
„Why is he doing that?“ he asked back, being a little hesitant, when his fingertips touched the soft fur for the first time.
„That is easy, Liam. Because you are pwetty!“
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Now playing: Panic! at the disco - Panic at the Disco - There's A Good Reason These Ta
via FoxyTunes