Mysterio One Shots

The Breaking Point

Quentin's POV

I dragged myself out of my bed, trying not to wake up (Y/n) who was sound asleep next to me. I smiled softly, planting a small kiss on her forehead. She pulled the covers closer to her body and snored softly. I walked to the bathroom and taking a quick shower and then changed. I went through a normal morning routine, styling my hair, brushing my hair, and making some coffee. I grabbed my keys and walked out of our shared apartment, locking the door behind me. I sat down in my car and leaned back into the padded seat.
It's just a demonstration why am I worried so much?
I sighed and turned on the car.
It's going to be okay

Time Skip

I walked over to my boss and handed him a pair of glasses.
"Everything is up and ready Mr. Stark."
Tony Stark turned around and grabbed the glasses out of my hand, smiling.
"Thanks, Beck."
He said before walking away from me. I smiled to myself and walked to the side of the stage behind the curtains. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I pulled it out to check who it was.

My Love: Good morning. Hope everything goes well today:) I love you and remember to relax

I smiled and put it back, I didn't want to reply and get in trouble for being on my phone. My gaze traveled to Stark who was starting the demonstration. I didn't know that was the beginning of my problems.

(Y/n)'s POV

I rubbed my head and fluffed my (h/c) hair slightly and grabbed my keys. I pushed the key into the lock and turned the key. I pushed the door open and looked around.
"Beck? You home?"
There was no answer, which is weird cause he usually is home before me especially with a demonstration like today.
"Beck?"
I called again and still no answer. I dragged myself towards the bedroom and peeked in, thinking he might've fallen asleep already. My heart dropped a little not seeing a body in the bed and I grabbed my phone.

(Y/n): Beck? Where are you? Did you have to stay late?

A few minutes past and there wasn't a response. He could be working on something. I sighed and walked over to the bedroom. I turned on the light and picked up around it a little. Some of Beck's papers from work fell out of his bag and were sprawled on the floor. He'd been working on projections and basically illusion tech. I placed them on his dresser and looked back at my phone, still no response.

(Y/n): Im serious Beck where are you?

It's weird cause he usually will text me if he's staying late or if he was going out to get a drink to celebrate something. I closed my phone and laid on the bed. I hugged his pillow close to my body and closed my eyes.
He's just probably staying late or Tony asked him to celebrate
I sighed and tried to fall asleep. A slam of the door woke me up from the half-sleep I was in. I shot up from my bed and looked towards the bedroom door.
"Beck?"
I yelled out, getting up and walking towards the living room. He was standing in the kitchen, holding onto the counter in front of the sink. Even from the bedroom, I could pick up the smell of alcohol on him.
"Beck, if you were going to drink why didn't you tell me?"
"Barf.."
"What?"
I walked closer to him, my nose scrunching at the heavy smell. He growled, gripping the counter tighter. His knuckles started turning white from the force he had.
"He called it barf."
He snapped out before actually throwing up into the sink. I winced slightly turning my head and placing my hand on his shoulder. He coughed a little. I grabbed a glass and put some water in it, and grabbed a towel. I bundled the towel up and wiped his mouth.
"What happened?"
He stayed silent and didn't answer and just stared at the sink.
"Beck? You ignored my texts already. Don't start doing it now."
I pleaded and handed him the glass. He still didn't answer and put the cup down.
"Quentin I swear, I'm not in the mood for this."
"Well, neither am I (Y/n)! You didn't just watch your life's work get wasted into a-a-a bodily function!
He yelled, turning around to face me and push me away from him. I blinked and stared at him. I'd never seen him like this. His eyes were different, they weren't the soft eyes like usually. They were glazed with anger.
"I worked for years, perfecting a way to end wars and save millions of lives! A-And he uses it as a personal therapy toy?!"
"B-Beck, you need to calm down."
I've never been scared of him, but right now. I was terrified. He seemed so different like this and yeah this isn't the first time I've seen him drunk but he's never been this angry. I walked backward away from him until I hit a wall.
"I-I could've been a hero! And he calls it barf!"
He cornered me into the wall and growled. I whimpered pushing against the wall, staring up at him.
"Then, he fires me!"
He yelled again before making a fist and punching a hole in the wall right next to my head. I squeaked and covered my face. Tears starting to fall down my face.
"Q-Quentin..please stop.."
I whimpered out.
"(Y/n)...S-Shit..I'm so sorry."
I moved my hands and looked around seeing him, kneeling on the floor. I kneeled next to him and grabbed his face. He looked at me, his cheeks red and his blue eyes glossed over.
"Shh.."
I said softly and kissed his forehead. He made a small hiccup. I stood up and grabbed his hands, pulling him up and ushered him to the bathroom.
"I-I just..It could've saved millions.."
"I know Beck.."
I turned on the shower, making the water warm. He just stared at his hand, his knuckles were red and some swelled up a little. I sighed and lifted up his shirt, pulling it off. He got the hint and undressed then got in the shower stumbling when he got in. I did the same and slinked into it. He combed his fingers through his hair, his back turned to face me. I rubbed his back and grabbed some of the soap and rubbed it into his hair. I watched his body relax, his shoulders drooped down and he exhaled softly. I smiled softly, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.
"Beck, you need to rinse the soap out."
I giggled at the little whiny noise he made before he leaned his head forward and washed the rest of the soap out of his hair. This was more like the Quentin I knew when he was drunk. He acted like a little kid that clung to whatever person was around him. I quickly finished up with his shower and he turned it off whence he got all the soap off of him. I peeked out and grabbed two towels, throwing one on him. I dried myself off quickly and wrapped the towel around my body. I stepped out and looked at my boyfriend. He was still standing there with the towel over his head.
"Baby."
He whined loudly as he stood there. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not drying you off."
"Pllleeasssee?"
"No."
I said and walked out of the bathroom, putting on one of my nightshirts. I crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket towards my face, closing my eyes. Footsteps and then a drawer opening broke the silence. There were some shuffles too and then I felt a body push against me. I hummed and turned myself over to see Beck with his face in my chest now since it was against my back. He whined and wrapped his arms around my waist and closed his eyes. I sighed and played with his hair. He smiled.
"You're so stupid.."
I said softly and I was answered by snores coming from the man cuddling into me. I giggled lightly before kissing his head and falling back asleep.