Walking Into A New Past Prologue
Title: Walking Into A New Past
Autor: wake_ofsaturday
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Blink 182
Other Fandoms: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Tom/Mark,
POV: Prologue 1st (April's), Other Parts 3rd.
Beta: destroyedminds
Author's Notes: This came up while I was doing an english proficiency test, I was supposed to write a 300 word story, but I think I managed to go a little further than that.
Warnings: Click here
Summary: AU. After an accident, Mark Hoppus left his boyfriend in a runaway and moved to Washington State. Eight years later he sees himself going back to place where it all started, only to find his ex with a kid. Getting closer to the family he finds himself trapped in a life that he cannot leave.
Disclaimer: Totally made up and fake.
When I was kid, I didn’t understand much about relationships, mating and flirting. Though I had seen a lot of it since I was raised by a single dad. He was that type of guy that everyone wanted a piece of, despite the fact that he was openly gay; women would constantly come over to him and guys would usually ask for a beer or something.
I remember this one particular episode where we were both waiting for the subway. I must've been five or six years old at the time, and this one lady approached him; she had blond hair that wasn’t as blond as mine, her bangs were neatly cut and her high heels weren't tall enough to reach his tall stature.
I didn't do anything, though I did call her a 'fatty stealer' when she was gone and he laughed, of course.
My dad never had a long term relationship with someone I didn’t like, if he saw I was uncomfortable with it, he’d always dump it, no matter how much he liked the guy.
I was very overprotective when it came to him, he was my best friend and the only parent I had during childhood. I believe I was more jealous towards women, maybe I felt that my place was being stolen inside his heart; I couldn’t stand the thought of another girl in his life. Plus, the guys were more fun and didn’t play games with his mind.
He was really tall, as the years went by, he started to get a bit fat, but that was only after his 34th birthday. My dad was really gorgeous, one of his arms and part of his strong chest were tattooed, a heritage from his late teenage years. He had a lip ring when he was younger, though I never saw it myself. People always said we looked alike, but I had blue eyes I was sure weren’t his.
He would always talk about the space and the stars, intergalactic wars and that stuff. Sometimes we’d sit outside at night and he'd keep talking about it for hours while I listened patiently, that was always the best day of the week. He was great, sweet and protective, with a crazy mind of his own. The atmosphere of the house was good enough for a guy and a kid.
But it all changed when he arrived. The man who would turn both our lives upside down.
The day I met Mark I couldn't stop thinking about him, he had somehow caught my attention. Dad didn’t have many visitors besides people from work, Travis and a couple of other friends. Mark was new and mysterious, but when I decided to ask questions about him, my dad told me to shut up.
I didn’t know what had happened back then, though he was really angry when he saw the guy. Plus, my dad had never told me to shut up before, that stung like nothing I had ever heard before.
Even with my dad’s rare, angry temper against Mark, he slowly crawled into our lives and as soon as I realized, I didn't want him to leave. I'd see him sneaking into my dad's room late at night and I did nothing, I had stopped being overprotective and jealous. Instead, I started treating him the same way.
Somewhere inside me I wanted Mark to be my father, or maybe I just simply liked him because he made my dad happy, but there was something about him that always made him a hero in my eyes.
Probably the scariest moment of my life was when I asked him to sleep by my side and after a couple of hours I woke up with the noise of him leaving the house.
I ran to the balcony that hung over the front lawn; my eyes spotted the head and suitcase I came to flick and knew so well. I shook my head in disapprove, but it was more to myself than to anyone else; I just couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
He couldn’t be leaving again.
He couldn’t! At least not after he had said all that stuff to me, that I was awesome and that I was the kid he always wanted to have. He couldn’t be leaving us.
My tiny feet rushed back inside and, in a hurry, they leaded me downstairs and straight to my dad’s room.
“Dad!” I called my father who was sleeping peacefully, hugging his frame to a pillow “Daaad!” I jumped over him, pulling the covers out from under his body as he yawned and arched his back on the bed.
“Mark?” He called.
“Dad! Dad!” I shouted at him again, my little hands gripping at his shirt as I attempted to shake him awake “Mark’s gone!” I cried out, “Mark’s gone!”
His eyes opened suddenly in an ocean of brown, he looked around, feeling a bit lost and confused “Where are we, sweetheart?” He asked
“Dad, we’re in your room, but Mark’s outside, and he’s leaving, he’s leaving again dad, he can’t leave!” I cried as I shook him harder, trying to make him aware of what was going on “Dad, he can’t leave us! Not again, he can’t!"
“Shh” My dad hugged me and rocketed us a bit, swooshing against my ear as I tried to stop shivering, biting my trembling lip and closing my eyes tight, trying not to cry even more.
“Where’s he?”
“He’s outside. Go stop him, he’s with his bag, dad!” I cried
He got up and grabbed my hand, taking me to the front door where we saw the same man standing by the same fence
He was really leaving. Again.
Autor: wake_ofsaturday
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Blink 182
Other Fandoms: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Tom/Mark,
POV: Prologue 1st (April's), Other Parts 3rd.
Beta: destroyedminds
Author's Notes: This came up while I was doing an english proficiency test, I was supposed to write a 300 word story, but I think I managed to go a little further than that.
Warnings: Click here
Summary: AU. After an accident, Mark Hoppus left his boyfriend in a runaway and moved to Washington State. Eight years later he sees himself going back to place where it all started, only to find his ex with a kid. Getting closer to the family he finds himself trapped in a life that he cannot leave.
Disclaimer: Totally made up and fake.
When I was kid, I didn’t understand much about relationships, mating and flirting. Though I had seen a lot of it since I was raised by a single dad. He was that type of guy that everyone wanted a piece of, despite the fact that he was openly gay; women would constantly come over to him and guys would usually ask for a beer or something.
I remember this one particular episode where we were both waiting for the subway. I must've been five or six years old at the time, and this one lady approached him; she had blond hair that wasn’t as blond as mine, her bangs were neatly cut and her high heels weren't tall enough to reach his tall stature.
I didn't do anything, though I did call her a 'fatty stealer' when she was gone and he laughed, of course.
My dad never had a long term relationship with someone I didn’t like, if he saw I was uncomfortable with it, he’d always dump it, no matter how much he liked the guy.
I was very overprotective when it came to him, he was my best friend and the only parent I had during childhood. I believe I was more jealous towards women, maybe I felt that my place was being stolen inside his heart; I couldn’t stand the thought of another girl in his life. Plus, the guys were more fun and didn’t play games with his mind.
He was really tall, as the years went by, he started to get a bit fat, but that was only after his 34th birthday. My dad was really gorgeous, one of his arms and part of his strong chest were tattooed, a heritage from his late teenage years. He had a lip ring when he was younger, though I never saw it myself. People always said we looked alike, but I had blue eyes I was sure weren’t his.
He would always talk about the space and the stars, intergalactic wars and that stuff. Sometimes we’d sit outside at night and he'd keep talking about it for hours while I listened patiently, that was always the best day of the week. He was great, sweet and protective, with a crazy mind of his own. The atmosphere of the house was good enough for a guy and a kid.
But it all changed when he arrived. The man who would turn both our lives upside down.
The day I met Mark I couldn't stop thinking about him, he had somehow caught my attention. Dad didn’t have many visitors besides people from work, Travis and a couple of other friends. Mark was new and mysterious, but when I decided to ask questions about him, my dad told me to shut up.
I didn’t know what had happened back then, though he was really angry when he saw the guy. Plus, my dad had never told me to shut up before, that stung like nothing I had ever heard before.
Even with my dad’s rare, angry temper against Mark, he slowly crawled into our lives and as soon as I realized, I didn't want him to leave. I'd see him sneaking into my dad's room late at night and I did nothing, I had stopped being overprotective and jealous. Instead, I started treating him the same way.
Somewhere inside me I wanted Mark to be my father, or maybe I just simply liked him because he made my dad happy, but there was something about him that always made him a hero in my eyes.
Probably the scariest moment of my life was when I asked him to sleep by my side and after a couple of hours I woke up with the noise of him leaving the house.
I ran to the balcony that hung over the front lawn; my eyes spotted the head and suitcase I came to flick and knew so well. I shook my head in disapprove, but it was more to myself than to anyone else; I just couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
He couldn’t be leaving again.
He couldn’t! At least not after he had said all that stuff to me, that I was awesome and that I was the kid he always wanted to have. He couldn’t be leaving us.
My tiny feet rushed back inside and, in a hurry, they leaded me downstairs and straight to my dad’s room.
“Dad!” I called my father who was sleeping peacefully, hugging his frame to a pillow “Daaad!” I jumped over him, pulling the covers out from under his body as he yawned and arched his back on the bed.
“Mark?” He called.
“Dad! Dad!” I shouted at him again, my little hands gripping at his shirt as I attempted to shake him awake “Mark’s gone!” I cried out, “Mark’s gone!”
His eyes opened suddenly in an ocean of brown, he looked around, feeling a bit lost and confused “Where are we, sweetheart?” He asked
“Dad, we’re in your room, but Mark’s outside, and he’s leaving, he’s leaving again dad, he can’t leave!” I cried as I shook him harder, trying to make him aware of what was going on “Dad, he can’t leave us! Not again, he can’t!"
“Shh” My dad hugged me and rocketed us a bit, swooshing against my ear as I tried to stop shivering, biting my trembling lip and closing my eyes tight, trying not to cry even more.
“Where’s he?”
“He’s outside. Go stop him, he’s with his bag, dad!” I cried
He got up and grabbed my hand, taking me to the front door where we saw the same man standing by the same fence
He was really leaving. Again.