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Hi lovey. I saw u post writing prompt and ur free to take this as an idea or a request but can we have "You mumble in your sleep, you know, it's quite fascinating." for robert pattinson’s role as monte from high life or bruce wayne if u’d prefer? there hasn’t been any fics of his role as daddy monte its criminal 😢

how have I never noticed there is nothing for Monte! well, now there's a little something :) thank you SO MUCH for reaching out!

Our Daughter

pairings: Robert Pattinson!Monte x Mom!Reader

background, in case you have seen or heard of High Life: Monte (Robert Pattinson's character) is among a group of criminals who depart on a space mission to collect scientific data. There is a doctor onboard (Dibs) who is obsessed with using the men on the ship to get the woman pregnant. However, every baby (and eventually every adult) die from radiation poisoning, leaving only Monte and the baby Dibs created from his sample (Willow) alone. Basically the entire ship is sex crazed except for Monte - it's a crazy movie, y'all.

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words, little bit of angst, mention of implied sexual encounters, mention of drug use, like two sentences of implied nudity, pretty sure that is all!

word count: 2430

You sat in the main operation room watching Monte’s viewpoint while he worked to repair a damaged hull section. Willow babbled in your lap, tugging at your hair occasionally. “Dada!” She giggled over and over again with the goofiest grin while watching the images in front of her.

“That’s dada!” You agreed, laughing softly as you bounced the baby on your knee.

“Hi Willow,” Monte sang through the speakers between his soft grunts as he worked. “Alright, all quiet,” he grumbled softly as he started to do the more precise work. You turned Willow from the screen and started to make silly faces at her, trying to get her to just giggle instead of call her for her dad.

It worked… sort-of. She giggled at you, but continued babbling ‘dada’ over and over again. Hearing Monte chuckle warmed your heart; you couldn’t deny how happy he seemed to be a dad, even considering the pending death they were facing. “I’m here, honey,” he reassured in a soft voice as Willow continued to babble for him.

“I knew I should have pushed ‘mama’ harder,” you joked in a quiet voice, scrunching your nose at the small child in front of you. Monte said nothing, he often avoided talking about Willow’s parentage – even though you were both subjected to similar experiments by Dibs. You knew it was because you weren’t really Willow’s mother. No, you were never one of Dibs ‘successes’ and each child you bore for her died from the radiation.

You barely registered Monte’s calm voice trying to calm the babbling baby while you were distracted by thoughts of what you lived through just months ago. It wasn’t until Willow was suddenly screaming and flailing in your arms that you were pulled back to the present. “Shit,” you mumbled, standing up and gently rocking Willow in your arms trying to shush her.

“Ah,” Monte winced sharply at the high-pitched sound that probably could have blown his ear drum through the mic in his suit. “Damnit, Y/N,” he groaned as he flinched back and hit a wrench off the edge of the station, watching as it floated away towards nothingness.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed as Willow finally settled in your arms after you distracted her with the makeshift doll she loved. Monte simply grunted in response before collecting the repair kit back together and making his way inside.

You and Monte didn’t speak much, there wasn’t much of a need anymore. You simply co-existed for Willow, she was your only connection. It was easy to adopt the routine Dibs laid out for the crew into this strange new life of just three. Every day was the same array of chores, passing Willow back and forth depending on who was working on what.

You made sure to always eat together; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was something Monte had insisted upon when you finally accepted that the radiation would not bring the last three of death. This surprised you, but you didn’t argue it. You’d sit in silence, taking turns feeding Willow, and trying to enjoy her youth in this steel, grey life you were stuck in.

Today was no different, now that Monte was done with his repairs and he’d sent the system required message back to Earth so our water would run (even though it would be hundreds of years before anyone would hear it). He walked into the main operation room and swiftly pulled Willow from your arms, ignoring your pained sigh as he did.

“We’re going to dump the bodies,” he informed, looking at you hesitantly.

“That’s probably a good idea, best to shut off any system that we don’t need…” you trailed off, picking up the clutter of garbage that Willow would grow up to think are toys. The images from Earth clicked through on the screen, catching both of your attention for a few silent seconds.

“Do you regret coming?” Monte whispered slightly, as if he was afraid of your answer.

You shook your head, running a nervous hand through your hair. “I wouldn’t call it regret – I would have died if I stayed on Earth.” You tossed some of the objects into the makeshift play area at the center of the room, “but, who knows, maybe that would have been better than this.”

“I read your file,” he admitted next. You nodded, this didn’t surprise you – if Dibs had left the command chip to you, you would have read his.

“I know,” you replied with a shrug. Monte knelt down and let Willow support her weight with only three of his fingers as she tried to stumble walk towards you. You knelt to the same level and held your hand out to encourage her.

“You didn’t deserve to come here – everyone else; murders, rapists, sex-traffickers…” he avoided your eyes and focused on Willow trying to stumble back towards him now.

“It kept me clean,” you defended the decision you made a lifetime ago to come here. “I tried so many times back on Earth, but I’d always end up with the same people and I’d always end up half-dead in rehab.” You hugged Willow close to my chest as she exploded into a giggling mess after falling into your arms; she quickly recovered and turned to stumble back towards Monte – this was her favorite game, and Monte and you could do it for hours on end.

Monte’s eyes jumped between your face and Willow’s, trying to decide if he wanted to open up to you finally about himself and his own past that brought him to this station. “Come to dada, honey!” He encouraged, smiling at Willow now. She stumbled towards him and took his fingers before fidgeting to look at you again.

“M…” she started, your eyes went wide as you held your hand out to her. Monte froze looking down at his daughter. “Mmmaaahh mmmah!” She squealed, stumbling towards you. You laughed and engulfed her in a hug, tears stinging in your eyes; had she just tried to say mama for the first time?

“I should tend to the fields,” Monte quickly mumbled as he stood up, feeling his heart drop into his stomach.

“Monte,” you breathed, standing up with her. “I’m raising her too.” He kept his back towards you, only tossing a dismissive glance over his shoulder. You could see the troubled and pained look on his face and wished to know why this hurt him so much – wasn’t it better that you were here? Would he have preferred you died with the rest?

“You aren’t her mother,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He couldn’t will it any louder without risking painful cracks in his throat seeping through.

Monte prepared the same dry mixture of potatoes and nutritional powder from the ration closet for the three of you to eat for dinner. He knocked on the wall outside of the living quarters where you and Willow had floated to and you were telling her a story. “Dinner bell,” he grunted as you looked up at him from the stiff mattress.

He didn’t wait for you to prompt him in and moved to sit next to you, handing you a bowl. You silently ate your food, taking turns feeding Willow small spoonful’s. “You weren’t the only one who went through hell for Willow to be here,” you whispered, tears stinging at your eyes again. “I know you hate me; I know I will never be Boyse; I know you wish I died with the rest of them. But you need to accept that I love Willow just as much as you do.”

“I don’t hate you,” Monte’s head snapped to you with a pained look in his eyes. “It’s the opposite, don’t you see? I’m so happy you’re here; I would hate to be doing this alone.” He squished a potato cube against the side of his bowl and gently scooped the mash into Willow’s waiting mouth. “Someday, Willow will you need you more than me – that’s what hurts so much.”

“She won’t, Monte, she will always need you. Take it for a daddy’s girl myself – you never stop needing your dad,” you frown, looking at the food in your bowl and feeling like you could throw up at any point from the blandness.

“If we aren’t all dead by then,” Monte joked, a small grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter at the sight of his small smile. You leaned your head on his shoulder while releasing a deep breath. “Sometimes I wish you were her mother,” he whispered his confession into your hair; you swear you felt his lips brush against you as if he were kissing your head. You knew it was a confession meant to remain unacknowledged so you said nothing - though you felt the same no matter how guilty that made you.

You continued to eat silently, both of you finally allowing the familiar comfort of company to wrap around this strange family of three. Monte eventually took Willow to do a medical check up while you readied the room for sleep. You tried to ignore the feeling in your chest. You had worked so hard over the past 8 months to stomp down those feelings that had appeared just from being alone with Monte; and now, after his admission that he was happy you were here (no matter how stubborn he still seemed) those feelings were raging forward fast.

“You watch her while I dump the bodies?” Monte asked as he came back into the room. You gasped slightly and covered yourself with your arms, the clothes you were changing into sprawled across the mattress in front of you. “Please, nothing I haven’t seen before,” Monte chuckled dryly.

“That was when we were being pumped full of aphrodisiac’s and sedatives all day long,” you rolled your eyes at him. “This time, I’m stone cold sober, Daddy Monte. Turn around,” your ordered with a smirk. He blushed and laughed softly at your mockery but obeyed and faced his back towards you. You quickly slip the shirt onto your body before walking towards him and tracing your fingers across his bicep as you reached for Willow.

Hey, you were going to be alone together on this ship for a life-time… what’s wrong with some innocent teasing between co-parents? Your smirk and teasing glance weren’t lost on Monte, he shared the smirk as the nearly passed out baby in his arms desperately reached for you. “Brat,” he scoffed before leaning closer to give you better access to your daughter.

“You know it,” you giggled softly, rocking Willow against your chest and beginning to hum a soft melody to her. You paced about the small room, giving Monte a look to say it was okay for him to leave the two of you.

It was a rule that if one of you were doing anything in the suits or near the airlock that your mics had to be on and broadcasted to the entire station. Just because you were trying to put Willow to sleep didn’t change that, Monte knew as he released the air supply to each suspended body bag that you’d hear all of it. He tried to keep quiet regardless, listening to the hums you were showering your daughter in.

After you ensured Willow was asleep in your arms, you gently laid down and held her close to the curve of your body. Eventually, you allowed your heavy eyes to close and fell asleep listening to Monte’s strained grunts.

Monte made his way back to your quarters, it was a nightly tradition at this point. You always sang Willow to sleep and would, more often than not, fall asleep holding her. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, examining the sleeping faces of the two girls he’d fallen in love with so unexpectedly. He moved to sit on the cot on the other side of the room from you, listening to the soft mumbles that escaped your lips.

Every now and then he’d be able to interpret a word or two and had a mental log of your most frequented. If you were having a nightmare, which happened most nights, you whispered no, stop, run, it hurts, please. Each night he’d hear you pleading with these dark things that plagued your mind, he’d need to restrain himself from going to you. It was like every molecule in his body needed to comfort you.

But there were good nights: Willow baby, kitten, iced tea, mama, papa. “Monte,” you whispered, causing each of his muscles to tighten. He examined the lazy smile on your face and only after making sure you were still asleep, he relaxed with a smile of his own. This one was his favorite: his name. The first time he heard it was when he was forced to accept that he had fallen in love with you, and maybe you had too.

He laid down, listening to your incoherent babbling and the tiny snore of his daughter. He felt as relaxed now as he did before his childhood went to shit back on Earth.

Willow’s sharp cries forced your eyes to shoot open after only a few hours of sleep. You quickly sat up and pulled her into your chest again, rocking your shoulders as you yawned and tried to wake yourself up enough to comfort her. “Monte?” You asked as your blurred vision started to clear to see Monte sitting up in the cot across from you.

“Uh-“ he stuttered, looking down embarrassed. “Sorry, didn’t want to be alone… I guess.” You offered a small smile and a nod as Willow started to calm down in your embrace.

“You can always sleep in here with us,” you reassure. “I’m sure Willow can sense when we’re both near, she probably would like it.”

Monte chuckled softly and nodded, slipping his shirt off and handing it off to you. “Here,” he smiled at you. “Maybe the warmth will help her stay asleep longer.” You smiled and took it, sliding it onto Willow before laying back down. Monte knelt in front of your cot and gently swiped his thumb across Willow’s forehead.

“You mumble in your sleep, you know,” he whispered, his eyes connecting with yours. “It’s quite fascinating.” Your gulped slightly as a blush took over your cheeks as you noticed how close your faces were. “Maybe our daughter will get that from her mama,” he added. Pride filled him when he saw the smile creep across your face.

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akitasblogs · 1 year

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"Will you marry me?"

Monte(The Linguini Incident) x Reader Headcanon

Warning: None

Cross-posted on Wattpad, Ao3 and FFN.

Thank you for reading!

You met Monte at the restaurant where you both worked.

His first words were "Hello. Do you want to marry me?"

You thought he was flirting so you snorted and said "Sure".

He clasped his hands, smirked and told you to meet him at the registry office.

Realising what he said wasn't a joke, you tried to back out but he didn't wish to let go and distracted you with a small talk.

To begin with, your job at the restaurant was only temporary and you didn't like gossip, opting to not socialise with the other staff. You knew nothing about what the staff was talking about Monte and what he had told them.

He straightforwardly explained that he needed a green card and had to marry someone for about a year. Just the marriage, nothing else, no relationship. You refused again and went on to do your duties.

Outside the restaurant, he caught up to you and tried to woo you with a dinner invitation and promise to buy you a fancy ring a few months after you marry if that's what you wanted. He had clearly changed tactics.

The last words he said before you shut the door of the old van you could borrow every Friday were, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Honestly." He was smiling softly and his mismatched eyes were shining.

The following day you had a concert with your band in some old bar. You've been in the band for four years but the other two members were your childhood friends. You've been trying to get a record deal since you formed.

As always, the people at the bar were drunk which scared you, keeping in my mind how close they were to you.

Whilst on the stage, all you could see were unknown faces until your eyes met a pair of mismatched ones. Monte! You stuttered but quickly recollected yourself and continued playing the guitar and singing.

Overall, you were nervous for the rest of the "concert" but thought the band did well.

"This wasn't so bad, was it?" you thought as you bowed with the other two members.

But they didn't think the same. "We need to talk," your drummer had said, backstage-the bar's storage.

"I'm sick of this shit. We aren't teenagers anymore. We're wasting our lives, goddammit! We need to split. I can't do this shit anymore!" your bassist had said, tears in their eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Monte found you crying in the bathroom. He insisted on you getting a drink with him.

He said that he came to the bar on accident, having no idea you were performing (which you didn't believe although you didn't know how he found out you were performing) and got worried when you didn't go on stage to take your guitar which was now resting on your lap.

You weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol or the band's break up but you told Monte everything about it.

He helped you get home. You realised that maybe he wasn't that bad after all and you had a lot in common.

You offered him to come into your apartment if he wished.

He agreed. You both drank more, you tried to teach him how to play the guitar, then played some of your songs and cried some more.

The next day you found him passed out on your couch.

On Tuesday you got a letter saying that a record company really liked your last performance!

You phoned the other two band members and told them about it.

That evening, Monte looked at you expectantly. You just knew he was behind all of it but you didn't care. That was what your band had been waiting for years! It was a start and at that point, you didn't care how you got into the music business(however, you regretted telling your band members years later).

You agreed to marry Monte.

You got along pretty well actually.

He wasn't lying when he said he liked you that first evening.

Eventually, he even moved in with you.

In the beginning, when you and your band went touring in the nearby cities, you took him with you, ignoring the budget you were on.

You didn't have a lot of money but he tried his best to make you fancy dinners.

"Will you marry me?" turned into a joke between you two.

It was never boring being around him. He had a lot of things to talk about and his brain always gave birth to weird ideas.

Once the band went big, articles about how you two met flooded the magazines and you both laughed a lot at some of the versions that you found.

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