#stay away from that bad man he kicks toddlers | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-chosen-fanfiction · 9 months

Text

Philip | Talk To Me | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Can you stop ignoring me?”

Requested: Yes

Your husband is in one of his rare sullen moods and is not keen on talking about it, so you make it your personal goal to pull him out of his own thoughts.

The sun is barely at its highest point when you make your way to Andrew’s flat, around one arm a basket full of sweet, ripe dates, the other occupied with holding up a wiggling two-year-old. Strands of (h/c) hair stick against your forehead as you navigate the streets of the village you’ve started to slowly grow accustomed to – although it’s not Betsaïda, it is nice nevertheless – and turn the corner to reach the place you’re currently staying at. With your hands full, you awkwardly kick the door in the hopes of calling the attention of Judas, who is currently preparing the pieces of cloth where the food has to be wrapped into.

The keeper of the purse appears in the doorframe and gives you a worried look, until he realises that it is just you and he assists you at once. “Ah, shalom (Y/n), let me help you out.”

He takes the basket from you and you feel Noam’s little nails tighten into your tunic at the sight of the man that is not a stranger, but not a friend yet either. The child is shy, but he is growing less attached to you like he had been in his first eighteen months of life.

“Well, you’ve been working hard, I see.” you quip upon stepping into the warm space, where Judas has spread out several squares of cloth over the surface of the table. He plants his hands on his hips and nods. Carefully, you place Noam onto the floor, although he isn’t fond of having to stand on his own.

“Yes, we can work efficiently this way. I’ll get a bowl so we can easily access the dates, and then we’ve got the bread right there, and we can tie them up with these pieces of str–”

Your fussy toddler pulls on your skirts and whimpers, calling for your attention right away. “Not now, darling. Eema has to prepare food packages for the homeless, okay? You can sit on my lap later.” You turn to Judas, “Right, that should be doable.”

Both you and Judas sit down and Noam crawls on the chair beside you with some assistance. Occupying the boy with a date that he promptly clenches into a tight fist, you start on wrapping up the fresh food into the cloth, tying them neatly at the top. It doesn’t take long for you to set a nice pace.

“Noam is getting big, isn’t he?” Judas coos, “Before you know it, he’ll run all around Capernaum.”

You blow a strand of hair from your face and give a small roll of your eye, smiling. “Oh, please, don’t remind me. I’m frightened enough as is. Can’t constantly think about how I’ll be managing him once we return to Betsaïda.”

“I’m certain you’ll be fine,” Judas comments, and you smile kindly, whispering a word of gratitude before the toddler calls for your attention again by tugging on your skirt, wiping the sticky residue of the date on the linen.

Opening your mouth to speak, you prepare to reprimand Noam, but your son escapes said words as two men suddenly stumble into the flat without so much as a knock – the owner of the house itself, Andrew, is supporting your husband, who is clearly in pain.

“Ah, welcome back!” Judas has the audacity to chime, as if it isn’t obvious that the love of your life is currently in great discomfort.

“At least someone is happy to see us.” Philip huffs, not yet taking notice of your presence.

“He is a different Philip right now,” Andrew comments.

With a rearing heart, you jump to your feet, both concerned and somewhat upset; you swallow the comment about how it had been a bad idea for them to return to the Decapolis to sort things out before you have a chance to make it. This is not the right time.

Philip flops into the chair that had been occupied by you a few moments prior and grunts in pain as Andrew sets him down, and you rush over to his side to check up on him. Just now, he registers that you are here in the room with him, and his face softens. “Shalom, love.” However, he does not smile.

“Hello,” you greet him, “What happened?” You put a hand on his shoulder as your gaze goes to his foot, where his big toe is bleeding terribly.

Your husband opens his mouth to speak, but Andrew interrupts by pointing at the table. “What are these?”

“Oh, (Y/n) and I were just making packages of food for the homeless. Little James said it was a Purim tradition.”

“Purim!” Andrew quips, “I had completely forgotten!”

Something in Philip’s frame stiffens, in spite of your proximity. “How are we talking about Holidays right now?!” His voice sounds upset, and you immediately worry about what was going on, and how he ended up injured.

“What happened at the Decapolis?” Judas queries before you can ask that same question, and Philip sighs, closing his eyes.

“Our teaching…” he sighs, “We made a mess.”

“And your toe?” you whisper.

Philip looks at you from the corner of his eye. “I wasn’t paying attention to the road, so I tripped and fell.”

Obviously restless, Andrew heads to the other side of the room. “We did not intentionally create a mess! We preached the words of our Rabbi, and some people took issue… Where is the vinegar?!”

Judas answers: “Oh, it’s on the bottom table, to the right. I rearranged the bottles, the way you had them organised before was very inefficient.”

“The Decapolis is in full-scale meltdown and you’re over here rearranging cabinets.” your husband snaps.

“How would he know?” Andrew replies sharply.

You squeeze Philip’s shoulder, and you are about to ask for further explanation, but Noam tugs on your arm to draw your attention. “Eema, hungry! I want grapes!” His gaze shifts, and only at this moment, the boy realises his father has returned, and his focus shifts to him. “Oh! Abba! Abba! Abba… Pain!”

Philip sighs and nods at the boy, dragging a hand through the unkempt dark locks on top of his son’s head. He was due for a haircut. “Yes, little one. Abba hurt his foot, but I will be okay.”

Noam wraps his arms around one of your legs and rests his head against your thigh as Philip looks at you, Andrew showing up behind you to take care of the injury on his toe.

“We need to discuss some things in private. Would you mind taking Noam outside for some food?”

There is a certain tone to his voice that you don’t like. “He already ate, he just wants a snack,” you comment, “And I would like to know what happened as well.”

“It is not good to hear for Noam.”

“He is too young to understand what you are talking about.”

“(Y/n)...” Philip slightly tilts his head. “Please, take our boy outside. I will not risk it.”

You let out a huff. “Fine,” you say, not satisfied with the outcome, “But you will tell me later, then.”

Philip hums and gives you a tight-lipped nod. “Of course.” Perhaps it is the exhaustion that makes him act like this, for you certainly do not recognise the kind of man sitting in front of you right now, so you don’t want to hold it against him. However, his icy demeanour makes your blood run cold.

You scoop up the child and shift him onto your hip comfortably, greeting the men with a simple word of shalom. Before you leave, Philip quickly grabs your hand, squeezing your wrist. You press a swift kiss onto his forehead before rushing out, knowing that the men need their privacy, but feeling left out nevertheless.

The bed dips as Philip slides in next to you. Bleary-eyed, you turn to face him, torn violently from your slumber. “Philip?”

He shushes you, pressing a ticklish kiss to your temple. “It’s me, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

Your gaze shifts to the window, where the moon and stars have been out for hours. “What took you so long?”

“Nothing, my dear. Go back to sleep.” he repeats, insisting you to do so as he settles behind you, sighing against your neck. However, all sense of drowsiness leaves you in an instant.

You roll onto your back, Philips arm draping itself around your waist, and you frown at him. “Philip, what happened at the Decapolis?”

The sigh that leaves him sounds almost miffed. “It’s not important, (Y/n). What matters is that I have returned home safely to you and Noam, hm?”

“Of course it is important!” Your voice is louder now, “As your wife, I deserve to know!”

Philip attempts to hush you. “Don’t speak too loudly, or you’ll wake Noam.”

“You promised to tell me.”

Your husband sighs and averts his gaze. “We went to the Decapolis, our story wasn’t really interpreted correctly by everyone, so there is some unrest going on there now. Andrew and I left again because we couldn’t do anything anymore, and now we are back. There you have it.”

Slightly squinting, you lean up on your elbows to properly look at him. “There is more to it, Phil. That cannot be the only reason why you’re acting like this. Where’s the man I married?”

“He’s right next to you, (Y/n).”

You huff. “Oh, please. I know you, and I can see that something is the matter. All I am asking of you is to talk to me. Can you stop ignoring me?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he states, rolling over onto his other side, away from you. The noise that leaves your throat sounds indignant. “I’m tired, good night.”

You grit your teeth, wondering what to say next. With narrowed eyes, you look at the way his chest rises and falls under the covers, until it settles into a steady pace, indicating him to be asleep. With a sigh, you plop back down onto the bed, shifting away from him, trying to gather yourself before falling asleep.

It proves harder than expected.

The scent of hamantaschen fills the air of Capernaum, but your chest feels tight in spite of it. With Noam playing at your feet, you stir the pot of food thoroughly lest its contents burn, and a knock on the doorframe startles you out of your concentration.

“Shalom, (Y/n). Chag Purim sameach!”

You turn and smile. “Oh, shalom Salome. Chag Purim sameach to you too.” The woman enters the house and places a basket of food onto the table, meant for the homeless.

“Are you ready to hand out the food packages?”

You hum absentmindedly, and Salome’s smile falls. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you tell her, but your eyes do not match your forced smile. The mother of your friends James and John shakes her head slightly.

“I can see that something is bothering you–”

“Shalom, Salome. (Y/n).” Philip appears in the doorframe behind her, having returned from a trip to Andrew’s place. You give your husband a tight-lipped smile, which he returns, and Salome’s gaze shifts between you for a moment.

Before you can open your mouth to speak and say that everything is okay, she walks over towards you – not to you, but to the boy at your feet – and lifts him up into her arms. Noam doesn’t seem to mind it, immediately tangling into her veil, smiling broadly at the attention. The boy is really growing out of his phase of wanting just you and nobody else.

Philip inhales to say something, but Salome points a finger at him. “I don’t think so. You two,” her index finger also goes to you, “You talk out whatever is going on, because this cannot continue. Just a minute in your presence tells me that there is unresolved tension that needs to be discussed. Philip and (Y/n), neither of you leave this kitchen before you’re on good terms again, and in the meantime, I will bring Noam with me to assist me in handing out the food packages to the homeless.” In her free hand, she takes the basket she had placed on the table and gives both of you another stern look before brushing out of the house, your son on her arm, not giving you any space to protest.

As soon as the door closes, you exhale shakily. Philip’s gaze is fixated on the floor as a few seconds of pregnant silence fill the space between you. “Listen, (Y/n), there is nothing that you need to be concerned about–”

A drop of soup falls onto the floor as you point your ladle at him. “I don’t buy that, Philip of Betsaïda. I hardly recognise you ever since you returned.”

“Sweetheart–”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me until you are prepared to talk to me.”

Turning back to your soup, you attempt to continue preparing the food, but footsteps approaching you cause you to drop the spoon into the pot. Putting his hands on your upper arms, Philip whispers your name.

“(Y/n), look at me.” Your form tenses and he squeezes your shoulders gently. “Please.”

You pivot, sighing before daring to look up at him, and his gaze contains something you cannot quite put a finger on. His eyes soften when you meet them and he exhales softly, attempting to find the right words.

“I’m just scared, okay? I am absolutely terrified.”

You thickly swallow, your brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

His hand slides up from your arm to your cheek, which he softly cradles. “The ministry is taking up so much of our time… I’ve missed so much of Noam’s development lately. I’m afraid that the ministry will drive us apart. At the Decapolis…”

He pauses to take a deep breath, barely daring to look at you, but once you catch his gaze, you manage to hold it.

“I’ve seen a fraction of what our ministry means. What it could mean, if things continue in the pace that it is going. What the Message that Jesus wants us to spread, about the Kingdom of Heaven, is capable of stirring within people, in the most negative sense of the word. I’ve witnessed what our future may look like. And I’m frightened I will lose you and our boy because of it. That you two will lose me, and that…”

A tear slides down his cheek, and you let out a tiny noise, cupping his face.

“Philip,” you murmur as his lips tremble whilst he attempts to fight unshed tears, your own eyes growing hot as well, “I love you, and Noam loves you. But most of all we love God, right? Adonai has always been our main priority. Ever since we met, we have established that time and time again, and it is part of the reason why I fell in love with you in the first place. Your passion for our God is wonderful.”

Philip gulps and chews the inside of his cheek. “I-I know, but that was before… Before this,” he puts a hand on your tummy, “Before Noam. Our son is now our priority, and…” The words die on his tongue when he sees you shake your head, and you smile, pressing your forehead against Philip’s.

“No, darling,” you say, “God is still our priority. Noam was a gift we received from Him, and we fully intend to raise him to be a Godly man, hm? The Lord cares for us, always, no matter what happens. Noam is a gift and his father is a student at the side of the Messiah Himself. When you told me you were to follow Him, my heart stuttered in delight. The ministry does not interfere with our family, Philip. It strengthens it.”

Your husband shows you a shiver of a smile, his eyes holding glittering adoration.

“Forgive me for my coldness, love. I just didn’t want to frighten you with the idea that you’ll lose me.”

“All is forgiven.” you reassure him, smiling, “I love you, Philip, and I love our son even more. But most of all I love Adonai. We will be alright.”

“I love you, too,” he breathes against your lips before kissing you sweetly, and you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling into it.

“And Adonai?” you playfully question him.

Philip laughs, holding you by the waist.

“Yes, I love Adonai even more.”

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #chosen x reader #angel studios #the chosen philip #philip x reader

43 notes · View notes

hellotherekenobi · 1 year

Text

A DEAL IN MATRIMONY

04. A MORNING IN ALASKA

Chapter Summary: after the party, Robert finds out the hard way that you’re not the only Paxton he needs to worry about when your family are under the same roof.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: familial pressures & some “adult” language. That’s it!

Index: Previous chapter. Next chapter. Masterlist.

To your delight, the rest of the party goes by rather smoothly and quickly, too. Though, you think that has to do with you and Robert staying as far away from each other as possible, after what had happened.

The two of you had kissed and it wasn’t just a simple one either. In fact, the kiss you shared was better than any kiss you’ve had in the years you’ve been away from home, which, you admit, were few, but none had sent a tingle through your veins or made you feel like you could melt on the spot.

You are barely listening to your mother by the front door, waving at the last person to leave the house. Robert is by her side, clearly more focused on what she was saying than you, nodding along to each word, turning now and then when your Gammie on his other side pipes up in the conversation.

It’s the weirdest thing in the world to see this picture set out in front of you; Gammie, Robert, and your mother chatting like close friends.

If you had continued to stare even just a moment longer, you might have convinced yourself that the picture itself isn’t so bad, but all of that takes chase of the wind when Robert suddenly shrieks, “What is that?”

Looking down at Robert’s viewpoint, you notice a toddler by his legs, tugging on his pants. Realizing that you know said toddler, you let out a chuckle at Robert’s outburst and step further into the room, instead of leaning on the archway like you had been this whole time.

“Let’s get you away from the scary man, hey?” You coo, bending over to swoop the toddler up in your arms and bounce him a bit, fearing that Robert would kick the poor kid.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Robert,” your mother says, walking over to brush her finger along the toddler’s cheek. “This is Kevin, he’s only just turned one.”

“Be sure not to let him play on the grass,” Gammie says. “The eagles will catch him.”

Robert’s face is contorted in disgust, looking at the boy. With a shake of your head, you roll your eyes at him, bringing your attention back to the toddler in your arms, and not minding the warning your Gammie had given.

“Did your daddy leave you all alone?” You ask in a playful voice, noticing how your mother hesitates beside you.

Giving her a look, you furrow your brows.

“I brought him,” sounds a voice from the archway you had been leaning on before, and you turn to see someone you had expected to see back at the runway when you came off of the plane but hadn’t.

“Oriana,” you say, almost shockingly.

Your sister steps into the room, taking her son from your hold to her arms, balancing him on her side. She gives you a soft smile but you don’t have the energy to give her a full one in return, especially when Eames walks beside her from the other room, a hand on her back as he smiles at Kevin in her arms—his son.

“He’s gotten so big,” you say, petting Kevin’s arm.

Your sister looks at you, staring over Kevin’s head as Eames offers him his finger.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so noticeable if you were here. I’ve been waiting for you to come home for the past three years.”

“Girls, please,” says Gammie, cutting into the conversation. “Let’s not do this.”

She smiles politely over at Robert, who’s been standing silent at your side after you picked up the toddler.

“You’re right, Gammie,” Oriana smiles shortly, adjusting Kevin in her arms. “After all, I’m not the only one with a surprise—”

She walks forward to hold a hand out to Robert, who leans back on the heels of his shoes when Kevin nears, clearly not having a soft spot for children. He shakes your sister’s hand, giving a short grin.

“—Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning to the side to be as far away from the toddler as possible.

“We’ll talk later,” your sister nods over at you.

“You’re not staying?” You ask, a hint of venom in your words. “I figured dad would have given you the best room in the house.”

“Eames and I should be heading home to put Kevin to bed. When dad called to tell me the news, I thought I’d swing by.”

The child in question lets out a happy sound, waving his arms around. You’re too caught up in the notion that your father called Oriana to tell her about the engagement to find much delight in Kevin’s little antics.

Quite typical that word in the family travels fast, and that Oriana wouldn’t have made the effort to come here otherwise.

Eames pinches Kevin’s cheek before making his way down to each person in the room to say goodbye to them, kissing you on the cheek which you barely react to. He shakes Robert’s hand, who looks satisfied with the gesture, until Eames slaps Robert hard on the back like he had done earlier today, earning a subtle groan from him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Robert,” says Oriana, stepping into the space Eames had been in. “We’ll catch up more tomorrow.”

“Sure, of course,” he says, too distracted by the pain while he rubs as far behind his shoulder as he can.

She says goodbye to you with a silent look all siblings know too well as she walks out of the front door, being held open by your mother. Robert remains focused still on the toddler, flinching a little bit when Kevin waves his hand at him. The door is closed shut by Eames and the room goes silent.

You haven’t heard from your sister in a long time and that’s what you get for a welcome home? Granted, you aren’t the best at keeping contact with her either, but you would have figured that she would have made more of an effort, especially after hearing about you and Robert.

The truth of the matter is that you two used to be close until you left for New York. It isn’t just your dad who’s upset with the move, since his line of work matches Oriana’s. The family business was always something talked about when you were growing up, but then you left and plans shifted.

Feeling uncomfortable by the weight of it, you speak up. “I’m feeling a bit tired. I think it’s from the flight over here.”

“Of course,” your mother smiles softly, already reading you better than how you remember she always could. “I’ll show you to your room. Come on.”

She walks on ahead, though Robert waits a moment before following her, looking at you. If it’s an explanation he’s looking for, you don’t have it in you to say anything.

He accepts your lack of response and walks down the hallway, and Gammie links her arm with yours to give you an encouraging squeeze. It instantly brings a smile to your lips, walking with her to catch up with your mother and Robert before they can get too far.

Your old bedroom was long gone after the renovation and since you hardly visit, they hadn’t set it back up. The guest room itself was gorgeous, though, with the decorative touches of your mother written all over it and the handiwork of your father.

“This is where you’ll be staying,” she beams, waving a hand around the room and letting you and Robert walk fully inside.

The bed is done up so professionally, this might as well be the hotel you and Robert had booked for in the first place. Maybe he’ll be satisfied with that, though you think there’s not an inch of room in his body for joy.

“This is beautiful, truly,” Robert says, a meekness to his voice that you aren’t familiar with.

Perhaps he’s finally settling into a nicer attitude with your family, whether or not it’s for show.

“And a lovely view, too.”

“I’m so glad you like it,” your mother walks over to the bed, gesturing to it.

She stands there like a kid in front of a school project, hands clasped at her front and her smile beaming.

Robert takes the hint, nodding quickly. “Exquisite bed.”

“This is lovely, mom. Thanks,” you say, looking around the room and noticing that there’s just one bed. “Where is Robert going to sleep? Or do you have a mattress for me in the attic?”

Your mother laughs a little loud, sharing a smile with Gammie who’s still holding onto your arm.

“Don’t be ridiculous, hun. We’re not under any illusions that you and Robert don’t sleep in the same bed,” finally, she takes a breath from her laughter. “He’ll sleep here, with you.”

Great.

“Great!” It’s a forced smile, pinched to your cheeks, adding another cherry on top to everything already. “That’s great. We sure do love to… cuddle.”

“Big cuddlers,” Robert nods, not a hint of emotion in his voice.

Your mother points out some things in the room, like where the towels and bathroom are, itching to complete her tour. Gammie makes a sound, raising a finger as if she had just remembered something, and whisks a hand in the cabinet opened by your mother previously.

“Use this if you two get cold. It has special properties,” she grins, raising a colourful blanket in her hand to you and Robert.

“Like what?” You ask, taking the blanket and unfolding it just enough to get a look at the pattern etched into the fabric.

It’s homemade, for sure. She’s always loved knitting, anyhow, so you aren’t completely surprised by the souvenir.

Gammie smiles something mischievous with a glint in her eye.

“I call it the babymaker,”

Robert chokes on air, pressing a hand to his chest to stifle the noise, while you look at Gammie with eyes about as wide as they can be from her implications.

“Okay!” The sound comes out of you about twelve octaves higher than usual. “Well, that’s… great. We’ll be super careful with it.”

Hastily folding the blanket back up, you pass it over to Robert, not wanting to hold it in your hands any longer. He takes it from you and immediately throws it onto the bed, despite your hushed protest.

“Sorry, Robert,” your mother smiles, shaking her head at Gammie. “She’s only teasing.”

“No, I’m not!” Gammie says. “I want grandchildren, Robert.”

She says it like she’s expecting a child on her desk by Monday morning, looking at Robert from under her brows. Watching him stiffen is the fun part, but even more so when Gammie makes her way over to him, reaching a hand out to touch his cheek, which he flinches at.

“Look at his features,” she says. “He’s so handsome.”

“Okay, Gammie,” you walk over, taking her by the shoulders. “Let’s not embarrass him.”

She shakes her head, still smiling. “You never mentioned it before.”

“Well, he is still my boss, Gammie.”

“And now he’s family,” your mother chips in, patting your back.

No reminders, please.

“It has been quite a night,” your mother says, stepping beside Gammie who is grinning at you and Robert from ear to ear. “So, we’ll be heading to bed now. Goodnight you two, and Robert, again, welcome to the family.”

He smiles at your mother with a curt nod, apparently silent from the meaning of the blanket now lying on the twin bed behind you two. His voice comes back to life when Gammie says her goodbyes, a little rigid if anything.

“Goodnight,” you and Robert say in unison, waving at your mother and Gammie who start to make their way to leave.

They’re only a few steps out of the room before Gammie turns around to smile at you both again, lingering on your faces with happy brows, then finally turning back around and muttering about how attractive she thinks Robert is when your mother reaches out to close the door.

Your posture instantly deflates when they’re out of eyesight, knowing you don’t have to look so happy anymore.

The silence that falls over the room when it’s only you and Robert is worse than the silence from before, except this time you don’t have anything to say to break it. The two of you simply stand there, not speaking a word.

It isn’t as if you haven’t been alone with him in a room before, of course, you have. You spend more time in his office than your own back at the company building, but this is different. Now, you’re expected to stay with him.

Finally, Robert makes the first move, noticing that his suitcases have been brought into the room by the members of your family. You stand there, watching him open one suitcase to empty the contents he packed inside before he looks up at you with an eyebrow raised as if to say, why are you watching me?

“We’re not sharing the bed,” you say instantly, finally thinking of words to speak and being set to them once you’ve said them.

He nods his head. “So you’ll take the balcony?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. This is still my home,” you reach over to grab the pyjamas your mother had left for you on the edge of the bed, neatly folded. “You can sleep on the floor. I’ll get you some pillows and a blanket.”

“But not the babymaker.”

A smile on your lips when you catch on to his attempt at a joke to lighten the mood.

“No, not the babymaker.”

He simply stands there too, now, as you had been before; the two of you looking at each other like this is the first time either of you has seen each other’s face. This time, though, you’re the one to raise the eyebrow and he makes quick to go back to pulling things out of his suitcase.

Spinning on your heel, you open up the cabinet your mother had shown you before to take out a blanket, turning back around to bump straight into Robert’s chest who you hadn’t realized was standing so close to you.

“Oh, uh,” you take one step to the right and he follows your movement, doing the same when you take a step to the left.

“Excuse me,” he mumbles, finally stepping around you from your awkward dance. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” the breath comes out as Robert walks into said bathroom, closing the door while he is still looking at you.

When the lock clicks into place, you let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to your forehead. Could the two of you act any more like two awkward children at a sleepover? Why did your mother have to do this to you? First the hotel reservation, now this.

You chalk it up to it being her only attempt at playing matchmaker with you since you had only come out of a relationship when you left home all those years ago. Sometimes it feels like forever ago, then other times it feels like just yesterday.

You don’t have a particularly good history in romance, since there was only ever one guy and it hadn’t ended that well in your books despite the two of you remaining as friends afterwards. It makes Kevin come as a weight in the family, though it is hardly the kid’s fault.

What a mess.

Pushing the thoughts back, you make quick to change into your pyjamas before Robert can walk back into the room. Though, you needn’t have to rush as Robert ends up spending what feels like an eternity in the bathroom, where when he opens the door just a crack the sun is already setting outside and you’re cosy in bed.

The door stays open slightly for almost an eternity too until it closes just a bit when your head picks up to give him a look.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, wondering why he’s standing there as if he’s hiding behind the door.

“Could you look away for a second?” Comes his meek voice from the bathroom, once again a sound you’re not used to hearing.

“Why?” You ask, shifting against the pillow and just wanting this night to be over with.

“Just close your eyes.”

You sigh. “All right.”

A breath of a moment, then, “Are they closed?”

“Yes, completely.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I’d know if my eyes are closed, Robert.”

You lay there with your eyes wide open, not following his request. A delight you take in at not doing as he says when he walks out of the bathroom, quickly making his way to the blankets and pillows you left out for him at the foot of the bed, wearing a set of boxers under a grey shirt that has you stifling a giggle into the palm of your hand.

When he settles himself on the floor, you can’t help yourself.

“I like the Batman pyjamas.”

An annoyed sigh comes from him lying on the floor, wiggling under the blanket you had left there for him.

“You were supposed to keep your eyes closed.”

“Oh, trust me, Robert. I didn’t ever shut them.”

“Nice to know you still do as I say.” His comment is followed by a chuckle from you, then a peaceful quiet.

One which only lasts for a moment.

“So, you haven’t been home in a while.” He says.

You nod up at the ceiling as if he can see you.

“I haven’t had a lot of time off in the last three years.”

“Stop complaining,” and the room goes quiet again, making you think that you can finally get some rest in, but he interrupts the thought. “Eames seems nice.”

“Yeah, he is.” You say, after clearing your throat.

“What’s the history there?”

“Can we just go to sleep, please?”

You can almost see the tips of Robert’s fingers in the air like he’s holding his arms up in defence.

“Alright, fine.”

Finally, the room does go into a peaceful silence and you’re closing your eyes happily, melting against the clean sheets.

It feels good to be back home, even if it isn’t in the best circumstance. If all else fails, at least you can say you saw your family again.

“I’m not going to get much sleep with the light streaming in through the windows,” grumbles Robert from his spot on the floor, and you’re surprisingly grateful for his interruption of your thoughts.

Without a word, you reach forward to grab the remote on the bedside table and press the top button, where all of the curtains begin to mechanically close. The hum of it stops and then after a moment, Robert speaks up but you can hardly hear him.

“What was that?” You ask, placing the remote back onto the bedside table.

“I said thank you.”

“Ah, so my ears weren’t deceiving me.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

There he is. The little snap back to his old attitude puts a smile on your face, mainly because you know it irritated him that you remarked on his manners.

“Goodnight, Robert.”

When you close your eyes, you hope that tomorrow will be more relaxed than today. Just as long as your mother doesn’t have any more surprises up her sleeve. Or your sister, too.

─────── ⋯ ───────

As the morning rolls around, Robert is awoken by a ringing that he doesn’t register at first, but then springs up at the second ring, trying his best to open his eyes after he had been so deep in sleep just a moment before.

“My phone,” he says gravelly, looking around himself, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from and giving up, calling your name. “Where’s my phone?”

He hears you grumble from underneath the bed sheets, moving just slightly enough for your voice to peek out.

“In your coat pocket,” you tell him.

“Go get it.”

“Answer your own damn phone.”

And you bury yourself under the sheets again, making Robert huff as he throws the blanket off of him to stand, but trips on the fabric and tumbles to the floor knee first.

“Be quiet!”

“Shh!” Robert retaliates, rummaging his hand in the pockets of his coat, finally finding his phone in the last one that he checks.

He triumphantly raises it in his hand, wondering if he has any signal up here, but can’t read the name on the screen with his eyes still blurry from sleep.

When he answers the call, the line hisses out static, then jumbles the voice around on the other side until it clears up enough for the person to say their name.

“Robert, it’s Mr Cobb,”

“Oh, Cobb. I have terrible service here, just bear with me a moment,”

Robert stands, flattening the phone to his chest and turning in your direction to show you how he rolls his eyes, but your head is under the covers.

Letting out a sigh, he grabs the checkered robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door, swinging it over his shoulders as he makes his way down the stairs and out the front door, not caring to close it behind him.

“I apologize for having to reschedule our meeting the other day,” Robert says, phone now back on his ear. “Unfortunately I’ve been detained by business, you see.”

“Yes, I heard you were getting married. Congratulations, Mr Fischer.” Says Cobb on the line, and Robert wants to throw his phone out into the ocean that greets him as he makes his way across the grass.

As much as Robert is a businessman, he isn’t exactly in the mood to talk about company policy and statistics over the phone, especially so early in the morning. He tries his best to sound professional, though, even when he notices something crawling toward him out of the corner of his eye, and turns to see the same toddler from yesterday moving along the grass.

He hates kids. He hasn’t always, he used to like them a lot, but something about them irks him in a way nothing else does. But he makes an effort to look around the open space, expecting to find Eames or your sister, Oriana. Why else would Kevin be here?

When he doesn’t find either of the two faces that he’s looking for, he waves off the toddler with one hand and resumes his conversation on the phone, not caring much if Kevin wants to roll around on the grass for fun.

Then a sound attracts Robert’s attention, somewhere off to the side. He turns to see an eagle perched on a tree branch out of many standing tall and immediately the words of your Gammie come slapping him in the face of how she had warned you both not to leave Kevin outside out of fear of the eagles.

Though nothing is likely to happen, Robert can’t help himself from looking at the eagle and back to Kevin, back and forth, to keep an eye on them both.

“Yes,” he says, registering that Cobb is waiting for a reply. “I believe that would be in the best interest of the company, however, there are a few matters we need to agree on first—”

Another squawk from the eagle cuts Robert’s sentence short and he watches it fly off of the branch, soaring in the air by doing a circle above the trees.

With a breath of relief, Robert continues his conversation until the eagle squawks one more time and when he looks back up at the sky, he sees the eagle swooping down to where he stands, realizing just in time that it isn’t coming for him, but for Kevin.

As quick as he thinks he’s ever moved, Robert spins around to race the eagle over to where Kevin sits, who is pulling at the strands of grass in front of him. He quickly scoops him up in his arms, continuing to run along the grass when the eagle doesn’t give up its chase, claws coming dangerously close to the top of his head. It tries to attack, but Robert swings a hand at it, then throws his phone to deter the eagle enough to leave him alone.

What he doesn’t exactly realize, though, is where he throws his phone and he watches with dumbstruck awe at how it flies right over the bushes and into the ocean on the other side. With a gasp, he runs across the grass to peer over the bushes, but it’s no use now.

There’s a chuckle from the child in his arms and Robert groans, securing Kevin to his side and finds himself surprised that the toddler hasn’t broken out in tears from getting practically yanked up from the ground. With another squawk, Robert looks up to see the other culprit soaring away from the scene.

“You stupid eagle!” Robert shouts, so hopelessly tired, moving both hands under Kevin’s arms and holding him up in front of him. “You should have taken the kid!”

That phone is his only source of contact with the business all the way out here. He might just jump into the ocean to fish it out and take this toddler down with him for getting his phone damaged in the first place. It cost him a lot, too.

Kevin is seemingly finding this fun, laughing in Robert’s hands. He really hates kids.

“Hey,” your voice startles him, spinning around to see you walking over to where he is when he thinks he’s alone.

The sight of you in a hoodie and pyjama shorts only distracts him for a moment, having his thoughts on the brink of wandering being interrupted by the sound of your voice.

“What are you doing?”

He takes a breath and then it all floods out of him, quicker than he intends.

“Your Gammie was completely right about what she said yesterday. There was an eagle and it tried to grab Kevin, but I saved him, but to do that I had to throw my phone and now it’s gone.”

“Gone where?”

“There,” he points out to the ocean, sighing.

You walk in front of him, blocking his view, and looking down at Kevin in his arms with a smile on his face. It’s like you’re registering his story by looking at each dot point, then back up at him, your brows now furrowed.

“Are you on drugs?”

He shakes his head hurriedly, offended that you would even suggest that.

“No, of course not! I’m being completely honest with you. That eagle made me throw my phone and everyone from the business is calling me on that phone.”

“Okay, don’t worry,” you show him a grin, somehow easing his anxieties. “We’ll go into town tomorrow and pick up a new phone with the same number. All good.”

“Oh,” he waits a moment, squinting at you when the sun peeks out from behind the moving clouds. “Well then, here. Take this,”

He passes Kevin from his hands to yours, where you sit him more comfortably at your side than the way he was practically dangling the kid. He hasn’t had much experience in holding children or even caring for them, but you seem natural at it.

“You need to go get changed,” you say, bouncing the toddler a little bit.

Robert furrows his eyebrows at you, looking at his body to see if there is anything on the clothes. Unless, of course, you are referring to the robe he had taken from the guest room, but it doesn’t seem to click.

“Why?”

“My mom has a day planned for you and the guys, Eames and dad,” you say as if he doesn’t remember meeting them. “You know, some real old-fashioned bonding exercises.”

He almost shudders just at the thought, scrunching his face up.

“No, I’m not going.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“You’ll offend them,”

As if he cares. He’s not here to make a good impression on them. He’d only be doing that if he were actually getting engaged, but this is just to save him from getting deported and losing his business in the process.

“Just come inside. Mom’s made breakfast.” You tell him.

He finds himself particularly childish in his reaction. “I’m not hungry.”

“Don’t start with me again. Now come on, hug me so that they don’t think we’re fighting.”

You nod your head to the side where Robert notices your mother and Gammie standing by the window, looking out at you both. Can he not get any privacy here? He wonders how long they’ve been standing there and how you must have been watching him, too.

“I don’t want to,” whether it’s because of the eyes on him or your eyes, he’s not caring much if he sounds like a stubborn child.

“Come on, you grumpy old man,” you raise your free arm, moving in close to wrap it around him.

Robert puts up a fight, not wanting to be so close to you or the toddler, but you’re as much of a fighter as he is and prevail against him, trapping him in a one-armed hug, your chin resting on his shoulder and your hand patting his back.

“Put your arms around me. Have you never hugged before?”

He sighs at your comment, begrudgingly wrapping his arms around you and tilting his head for more room, which he finds you snuggle into. Most likely because of the cold, he tells himself.

“There we go,” you say, your voice vibrating from your chest to his. “Isn’t this nice?”

A grumble comes from his throat, making you chuckle. Your hand on his back begins to rub circles, moving up and down but not too far lower, knowing your place when he had warded you off for touching his butt down at the docks yesterday.

The thought brings a teasing idea to mind on getting you away from him, and he tightens his arms around you just slightly, mimicking your moving hands with his along your back, going lower than you do.

“Very nice,” he murmurs, feeling victorious at the way your hands go still on his back.

The grin wipes itself off of his face in an instant, though, when you speak.

“If you ever touch my ass again, I will cut your balls off in your sleep.”

Stilling just as you had, Robert swallows a nervous bubble in his throat before he pulls away to see your eyes aiming daggers at him, never having heard a threat from you directed at him in such a brash fashion.

Honestly, since the flight over here, he’s never heard you speak the way you do. It only confirms how everyone seems to have a corporate front and a personal front. Though, he’s not sure if he has both.

“We’re clear on that?” You ask, sweetly enough despite the threat.

“Yes,” he nods, wiping his hands down the sides of the robe he wears as if that will take the feeling of you off of him.

“Such a good fiancé,” you smile, bringing a hand to his cheek and rubbing a thumb along the skin in a way that almost has him leaning into your touch.

Almost, because then you give him a brisk slap that has Kevin spluttering out a giggle.

“Don’t keep my family waiting.”

You’re turning away from Robert before he can say a word, walking back to the house where he can see Eames’ figure beside your Gammie’s through the window, now knowing where one of Kevin’s parents had been this whole time.

He finds himself feeling like a child, wanting to kick the air out of frustration because he doesn’t want to go. He knows that if he doesn’t, though, it wouldn’t be the wrath of your family he needs to worry about, but your wrath instead. You’ve made that abundantly clear this morning.

So, he heads back inside, smiling at your mother and Gammie who greet him with a “good morning” and Eames simply raises a hand in a wave from where he now sits at the table, eating food from the plates set out on it.

“I think you have a soft spot for my little one, Robert.” Says Eames, taking Kevin from your hands when you pass him over. “You seem to like to play with him.”

Robert clenches his jaw, fighting back the urge to say, no I actually hate children and I wanted the eagle to take him.

“Well, he was all by himself out there. Why weren’t you with him?”

“I was. He was right here with me, but someone left the door open and he wandered out without me noticing.”

Oh. Fine, so Robert was to blame for Kevin almost getting taken by an eagle. Fine. He’s not going to own up to it, though.

“Have some breakfast, lad,” Eames smiles at Kevin after feeding him a strawberry. “Robert, we have a big day planned for you.”

“So I was told,” he looks over at you, who is sipping from a coffee mug and shrugging your shoulders as if he wanted you to say something.

“Golfing and sightseeing.”

Your lips upturn into a smile, knowing Robert enough, and apparently, more than he realized from what you mentioned back on the plane, to know that if there is one thing he hates more than company meetings, it’s golf.

You take it with a pinch of hilarity, leaning over the table to stab your fork into a hashbrown.

“Oh, great,” Robert smiles, giving you a look more so than anyone else in the room, though you just give him the same smile when you take a bite out of your food. “I love golf.”

Just about as much as he loves children.

A/N: (in the melody of The Backyardigans) “Into the thick of it!” Big thank you again for all of your support on this series. It’s only gonna get more amusing from here on!

Wedding divider credit: firefly-graphics

#robert fischer x reader #robert fischer imagine #robert fischer imagines #robert fischer #cillian murphy #cillian murphy character #inception fanfic #inception fic #inception imagine #:a deal in matrimony

137 notes · View notes

astroluvr · 2 years

Note

Dad Jack concept based on this tik tok but instead of the reader being part of the video it's Urban! So Urban is the godfather and he always brings her random gifts to open which she gets really excited about. The reader is at work and Jack facetimes her to show her their toddler's reaction but it fails 😭 (or he sends her the video whichever you think is better) Then after both Jack and Urban spoil her for the rest of the day to make it up because they feel bad especially because the laughed 💀

***

“Jack, tell your friend that there is absolutely no room for whatever he’s bringing.” you said as Jack sat eating a bowl of cereal while you prepared for a day out.

“As if he cares.” Jack chuckled and you sighed. “I’ll make room if I have to. Don’t be upset.”

“No, not that. I just don’t know if I should entrust Sage into your and Urban’s care alone.”

“Sage listens to me.” he raised his eyebrows and you did the same.

“Of course, but when you and Urb get together, you act like children.”

“We have fun.”

“Most grown men have fun by bowling or watching sports, you two have fun by destroying people’s property.”

“That was one time! And it was actually your daughter who was flying the drone, so-”

“I’m staying home.” you stopped lacing your shoes and Jack laughed loudly before pulling you back into him. “Jack, I’m being serious.”

“I know, Y/N. I’ll be on my best behavior today. You look too pretty to stay in today.” he smiled, kissing your cheek despite your begrudging hum. “Actually, you do look a little too pretty.”

“Alright, alright.” you patted his chest and pulled away, the two of you giggling. “I’ll be back around four, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” he nodded, inhaling another spoonful of Cheerios before kissing you when you hovered over him. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.”

You grabbed your keys and purse before you could fully regret leaving her with Jack and Urban. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, if you didn’t Jack wouldn’t be a father and Urban wouldn’t be a godfather to your baby. It was neither of their faults that they were accident-prone to say the least.

Jack was alone for about ten minutes before Urban arrived. “Hey, Urb.”

“Hey, brother.” they did their handshake before Urban looked around for Sage. “Where’s my niece?”

“She’ll be awake in a little bit. Y/N just left and said we need to be on our best behavior.”

“Darn. I guess that means we aren’t doing the pole dancing lessons today.” Urban joked and Jack shook his head amusedly.

“What’s in the box, man? Is that for Sage?”

“You know it. I saw it and had to get it.”

“What is it?” Urban pulled out the tiny box from a bag and showed Jack. Jack smiled upon seeing the tiny children’s camera. “This is dope, man. She’s going to love it, thank you.”

Urban nodded in response and put it back in the small pink gift bag upon hearing Sage’s footsteps. She usually wasn’t too grumpy when her feet hit the floor because she always laid in bed before waking up. Urban grinned when her eyes got wider upon seeing him, she pretty much ran towards him onto the couch and tackled him a big hug.

“Hi, Uncle Urb.”

“Hey, Sage. Have you been up to no good like I taught you?” she looked over Jack who was nodding his head, but she ignored him.

“I’ve been good. I know ABCs now.”

“Woah.” Urban gasped, before turning his head to Jack. “You need to get her in MENSA or something, man.”

“We need to get her in her own bed now. Why’d you come in me and Mama’s room last night?” Jack held his arms out for the three year old and she landed in his lap.

“More space.” she shrugged and Jack shook his head amusedly before kissing her cheek. “Uncle Urb, is that for me?”

“You know it, shorty." he held out the pink bag and she sat between the two of them excitedly.

"Thank you! You're the bestest uncle ever!" she squealed and Urban laughed.

"I'm going to need video evidence of you saying that to your Uncle Clay, alright?"

"He'll kick both of your asses." Jack chuckled and Sage gasped.

"Mama said not to say bad words."

"Sorry, Sage." Jack sighed at her little attitude and she nodded.

"'s okay, Daddy. Can I open my gift now, please?"

"Sure." he nodded and Urban set the bag in her lap.

She pulled it out and looked at the box in confusion before gathering what it was. "A camera! Like yours, Uncle?"

"It's exactly like mine, but this one is yours. You can take pictures and videos of whatever you want." he explained softly, smiling happily.

"Thank you." she said again, kicking her feet excitedly. "Can you call and show Mama?"

"Of course." Jack nodded and Sage smiled excitedly.

Urban worked on getting the box of the camera open while Jack waited for you to connect to the call.

"Got it." Urban grunted, dropping the keys he used to open the box to the coffee table.

Sage gasped happily and squealed when he set it down in her lap. At the same time, you finally picked up the phone and Jack smirked.

"Damn, took you long enough."

"Why? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, it's just-"

"I got a new camera, Mommy!" Sage squealed, grabbing the phone from Jack's hands and grinning. You giggled and felt your heart melt at the smile plastered on her face.

"Did you? Who gave you that?"

"Uncle Urbie." she answered and you saw Urban lean into the frame.

"That was really sweet of you, Urb. Thank you."

"Doing what I do best." he shrugged before leaving Sage to explain the rest.

"What are you going to take pictures of, lovely?" you inquired and Sage hummed.

"Me, first." she decided finally, causing you to watch as she set Jack's phone up and turned on the camera.

Being the independent little girl she was, she brushed off Jack's hands that attempted to help her figure out the camera. You couldn't help but chuckle and Jack turned to look at your pixelated face.

"Your daughter gets that from you."

"She sure does." you responded with a bite of snark before Sage finally figured out the camera and turned it around.

"Wait, Sa-" Jack tried to prevent the flash from attacking her, especially given how close she had the camera, but it was no use.

A burst of flash made even Jack and Urban pull away and you to wince. The stifled laughter from Urban only made matters worse because when Jack saw he couldn't help but chuckle too.

"'s not funny!" she lisped irritably, making her grumpiest face.

"Sage, baby," you frowned on the other end of the camera as she rubbed her eyes while Jack moved the camera. "Are you alright?"

"No," she whined, picking up the phone and holding it close to her. "Come home and put Daddy in time out, Mama."

Urban laughed even louder at Jack's genuinely offended face at the matter and Sage whipped her head at Urban. "Sorry." he pursed his lips, but Sage's frown only deepened.

"And Uncle Urb, too. They're both laughing and it's not funny."

"You're right, sweetheart."

"We're sorry, Sage." Jack lifted Sage to his lap and kissed the baby fat on her cheeks that he wasn't ready to see go. "How about we hang up and get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream?" she squinted skeptically and you rolled your eyes.

Jack was an all or nothing type of parent and Urban was such a pushover for the little girl that there was no way your home wouldn't be rolled to the brim with toys upon your return. As grateful as you were for the two of them, it was hard to say you loved having to find room all the time.

"Yes, ice cream. And McDonald's too." Urban jumped in and Sage smiled to herself.

"We gotta go, Mama!" she said and you smiled on the other end.

"Okay, baby, be good."

"I will." she blew you a kiss and you copied the action before she abruptly ended the call.

"Alright, Sage. Let's find you something to wear today." Jack stood with his daughter hardly taller than his knees next to him.

Their height difference was always that much funnier since she gave Jack demands like she was the Goliath of the two. "No, Daddy, I will."

"You will what?"

"Pick my clothes." she informed him and Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Sage, already a little manipulator, rubbed her eyes and pouted.

"Okay, fine. Just do it quick, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy!" she rushed down the hallway and Jack sat next to Urban and made a face at his friend's smug face.

"What?"

"When you started dating Y/N, I thought you were whipped, but that's nothing compared to now. Where are your balls, brother?"

"Urban, you can't even come over without a gift."

"I'm Uncle Urb. It's cool when I do it, when you do it, it's sad."

Jack reached out and slapped the back of Urban's head. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to earn a middle finger.

No more than an hour later, the two men were out and following the young girl dressed to the nines in a ballerina tutu and bumble bee printed leggings and a pink top. It was an eyesore, but neither of them had the heart to tell her she didn't look like the prettiest ballerina bee.

"Can I have another scoop, please?" Sage held on to Jack's black cargo pants as he ordered the ice cream he promised.

"Baby, you already have strawberry and vanilla scoops. What other one do you want?"

"Mmm, this one." she tapped the glass and Jack sighed.

"I don't think you want pistachio."

"Chocolate." she decided after, the weird sound of the flavor throwing her for a loop.

"Three scoops of strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate, please." Jack told the cashier.

"Oh, and marshmallows!"

"And marshmallows, please." Jack added in defeat and Sage squealed when the ice cream cone was handed to her. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome."

It'd all be melted by the time she finished, but for now she was too occupied to care. Jack sat her down at a table and they watched Urban walk out of a store.

"Oh, no." Jack whispered to himself and Sage's eyes lit up.

"What's that?" she asked Urban who slid the bag over to her. She furrowed her eyebrows and pulled out a tutu similar to the one she wore in yellow. "It's so cute!"

"Now it goes with your outfit. Sort of." Urban said, smiling warmly as Sage wriggled out of her pink tutu and into the new one.

"Look, Daddy!"

"I see." he mocked astonishment and Sage stood on her tippy toes. "You look gorgeous. Come eat your ice cream."

"I'll take it with me."

"It'll melt." Jack warned her and Sage picked up the already dripping cone and took a lick before handing it back to Jack.

"I don't want anymore, Daddy. Can we go to the dolls?" she pointed to the big American Girl doll store in the plaza and Jack stared at his wallet before giving in.

Sage took the men around the plaza for at least three hours before they returned home. Jack couldn't remember the last time he spent so much money and Urban didn't even want to think about it.

When you arrived back home, Jack was sprawled on the couch with Sage asleep against his side with a brand new teddy bear clutched against his chest and Urban was knocked out on the opposite end.

"Thank God you're home." he moved away from the little girl as best he could to greet you at the door. "Baby, she's a shopaholic."

"Nobody says that anymore, J." you giggled and Jack made a shocked face.

"Nobody has needed to say it until you gave birth to Sage. I mean, me and Urban were out for hours. Y/N, she got us to buy lobster that she didn't even eat!"

"Why would you get her lobster?" you cringed and Jack shook his head in defeat before dropping his head to your shoulder. "Aw, what's the matter? She doesn't listen to you?"

"Hush." he pinched your butt, causing you to squeal and shove him away playfully. Jack smirked at you and sighed. "I don't mind spoiling her, I just don't know where she got it from."

"Well, you're so good to her mama, maybe that's it." you told him sweetly and a small blush crossed his face.

"I'd do anything for my girls." he cupped the back of your head and kissed your forehead before pulling you against his chest for a deeper kiss against your lips.

Right when a sound of pleasure escaped your lips, you and Jack pulled apart quickly at the sound of a door opening. You looked over Jack's shoulder to find a sleepy Sage and Urban.

"Where are you two going?" you asked, a hand still hanging over Jack's shoulder and gripping his hair softly.

"I forgot to get her fries." Urban sighed exasperatedly.

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack #jack harlow fanfiction #dad!jack harlow #jack harlow fluff

304 notes · View notes

theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

Text

Power Armor Punch Part Forty Nine

Masterlist

Teshteal: Ah. We’re here. *hides behind Gardio*

Nick: *sour look at the smaller man*

Gardio: *sees Jas finally and smiles* Directly, what a sweet looking child!

Jasmine: (Snuggles closer to Nick in her sleep, still clutching him tightly with her fingers gripping his coat. She feels warm and safe right now, better than she does awake. Her commands can’t reach her, she’s momentarily free from the terrible trance she was put in)

Lucille: Dad… are you okay?

Gardio: I’m fine. Why?

Lucille: “Directly, what a sweet looking child” is not a normal sentence. Even for you.

Gardio: *thinks about the word salad he responded with just a second ago* Oh- that is pretty bad. Sorry- the radiation must have gotten to my head for a second there, sweetie. *sheepish grin*

Teshteal: *clinging to Gardio’s back, peaking around at Nick*

Nick: *at Teshteal* What’s he hiding from?

Gardio: You. Don’t know why but he’s scared you’ll kick him out of the group.

Jasmine: (Still sleeping like an innocent baby who didn’t just brutally kill three raiders with a dagger and pure strength)

Nick: After what he did? I’m tempted to.

Gardio: Oh? What did he do?

Nick: He suggested a command knowing fully it would make her relive gruesome memories.

Gardio: *pointedly* Was he trying to help?

Nick: I- *pauses* Could have been. I’m not sure. The place they were taken to tried to turn them both into heartless killers.

Teshteal: *slight whine at the mention of that place*

Gardio: *notices* You think that’s a good reason to turn him away? *eyes narrow in suspicion* Because he might be a “heartless killer”? How is she any different?

Nick: *pauses then recovers* That doesn’t excuse what he did.

Gardio: He suggested a command. Suggested. You didn’t have to use it. The way I see it, you’re just as at fault as he is.

Nick: *frowns but doesn’t say anything. He’s right. He should have thought twice about the Command*

Jasmine: (Sniffs in her sleep, whining while she tightens her fingers around Nicks coat and mumbles desperately for someone to leave her alone)

Gardio: So? What say you, Nick? Does he stay?

Nick: I guess so… but I’m keeping an eye on him.

Gardio: No need. Focus on your daughter. I’ll focus on Teshteal and Lucille.

Lucille: Dad, minus 200 years, I’m still in my late 20s. You don’t need to treat me like a child.

Gardio: True. You’re still my daughter, though.

Nick: *questioning why he suddenly feels like he lost custody of two of his kids*

Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly in her once peaceful slumber that’s turning into a nightmare, releasing Nick of her death grip to cover her face and chest with her hands)

Gardio: *has his arms out in front of him as a gesture to the group* Now if we’re ready to go-

Nick: *sets Jas suddenly in his arms* I think you need to get to know your new Daughter, Chapel. She’s a real firecracker.

Gardio: *already being very careful not to drop the teen*

Jasmine: (Whines again in her sleep when she feels that Nick is no longer holding her, kicking her legs like a little toddler while squirming)

Gardio: *keeping a firm but gentle hold on her regardless* I- *sighs in defeat and starts trying to comfort the girl with a soft lullaby*

Lucille: *would say something about dumping kids off on other people but she already does that with Shaun so she stays silent*

Jasmine: (Covers her face with a scared cry at the unfamiliar person holding her, but she’s too worn out and still under the mental effects of the reset command to actually try and claw out Gardio’s eyes. She just scrunches up as small as she can with frightened sobs, tumbling between nightmares and reality)

Gardio: *softly rocks her as they walk* It’s alright… I’m not going to hurt you.

Teshteal: *mumbling apologies to Jas guiltily despite her not being able to hear*

Jasmine: (Stays asleep but keeps softly whimpering and crying out occasionally. She can’t understand where Nick went or that he’s the one to hand her off. All she knows is that Nick’s not close to her anymore and she wants him back)

Gardio: *just keeps walking* I know I’ve seen you somewhere before… Is my memory that bad…? *trying his best*

Teshteal: *staying close to Gardio like a child following his dad*

Lucille: *still leading the way*

Jasmine: (Hiding her teary face with her hands, wishing for her dad right now as the anxiety builds up in her chest)

Gardio: *sings her another lullaby as sweetly as he can*

Lucille: *trying not to get drowsy as she walks. Even now her dad’s soft but deep singing voice puts her to sleep*

Nick: Hey, you slowing down for a reason?

Lucille: *jumps* Sorry. Dad still has that charm when it comes to lullabies.

Gardio: *small smile creeps in between lines of the song hearing that*

Teshteal: *also fighting sleep. He just has a very soothing voice. Kinda wants a piggyback ride, now*

Jasmine: (Her hands creep up her face to tug on the roots of her her while she shuffles in Gardio’s arms, messing up her neatly done braid in the name of soothing herself)

Nick: *reaches into her bag and pulls out her bear* Here. This might help.

Gardio: *raises an eyebrow wondering why he waited so long to give it to him. They’re literally about to leave Boston* Thank you. *lets Nick set it in Jas’s arms*

Jasmine: (Clutches Winnie to her face while she whimpers at the nightmares, nearly smothering herself with how tight she’s holding it. You’d think that the bear is her only friend with how closely she holds it, in her mind it is at the moment)

Teshteal: *quietly humming to himself*

Gardio: *slowly blinks at Jas. Taking a guess at who she is- the kid that he tried to safely escort home but outran him in the woods?*

Jasmine: (Cries out then twists harshly, waking herself from the nightmare to spare herself from more horrors. She blinks, realizing that Gardio is now holding her and she can’t sense Nick’s presence despite him saying he wasn’t going anywhere, the pent up anxiety and fear of being apart flooding out all at once. She immediately starts throwing a huge toddler tantrum, kicking, screaming, wailing, and hitting with no restraint to how strong or how loud as tears go down her face)

Gardio: *doesn’t even flinch. He scruffs her jacket like a mother cat picking up a kitten and holds her out in front of him to avoid injury* Nick.

Nick: *stops and turns, pausing at the display. He can’t help but smirk at the angry teen mirroring the image of a feisty kitten* Good to see you still have some fight in you, Rosie. You can set her down, now, Gardio.

Gardio: Alright. *softly but almost jokingly to Jas as he sets get * Try not to bite anyone…

Teshteal: *nervously at Jas, mostly still over the command* Please don’t actually bite Gardio.

Jasmine: (Went absolutely feral with her hissy fit when Gardio held her up, seconds away from grabbing her knife until she saw Nick. Once he sets her down, she gives the towering man a death glare that could alone kill someone then catapults over to her dad, jumping up and clinging tightly onto him like a baby koala again) (Quietly and brokenly) “You said you would not go!” (Buries herself in the crook of his neck while she cries from the overwhelming and confusing emotions she’s getting)

Lucille: Wh- Jasmine- he never left-

Nick: Luce, I’ve got this. *to Jasmine* Rosie, I was walking right alongside Gardio. I didn’t leave you at all. Just let Gardio hold you for a bit in case we ran into any trouble. That’s all.

Teshteal: That’s right. I know cause I was avoiding his line of sight the entire time.

Gardio: Does she hate me that much…?

Lucille: I would say something crass here but I’ve made a promise not to do that.

Gardio: Write it down and show me.

Lucille: Fine. *pulls out a paper and writes* “It’s not you. She only likes Nick and Teshteal. Everyone else is evil until proven otherwise.”

Gardio: Hm. A little assumptive don’t you think?

Lucille: So is you thinking she hates you.

Gardio: True. *nods quietly*

Jasmine: (Doesn’t say anything to Nick in response but she quiets down while she tries to sort herself out, starting with calming down so she can think rationally. She doesn’t give a shit on what they think about her reserved and sparse trust she has in people. Nobody protected the little girl that the world had rejected from day one, so why does she have to trust them after they kicked her to the curb over and over again?)

Nick: Look, Rosie. I know it’s hard for you to trust people but sometimes a little benefit of the doubt could be afforded to some. There will be times I won’t be around.

Lucille: And you’ll be stuck with someone you don’t like but you have to work with. Like me.

Jasmine: (Whispering to Nick, her voice barely audible) “I let myself believe that too, then I got broken again and four kids died in my care…” (Closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, clutching her Dad tighter while she thinks of all the times her trust was played with in different ways even after she decided to keep herself reserved) “I am not doing that again, it just keeps repeating.” (If they want her trust, they better damn well earn it. Plus, she’s coding to never make real relationships, she’s suppose to fabricate them with fake smiles and laughs, willing to drop them at a wave of her hand)

Nick: I want you to try to trust someone. Even if you have to fake it at first. *looks out into the burned out woods they’re in* There’s a lot of bad in this world, but there’s also a lot of good in it, too. If you don’t trust anything at all, you’re only gonna short yourself of that goodness that’s out there.

Lucille: *nods but doesn’t say anything. Anything she does say won’t make a difference to Jas- or if it does it’ll be for the worse*

Jasmine: (Blinks. She’s nearly damn breaking herself just by trusting Nick as a father and Teshteal as a brother. It’s one of her biggest problems right now, it’s tearing her programming apart then stitching back together awkwardly. She pulls back to look at Nick, pointing at her face that filled with hurt, pain, and exhaustion) (Blankly) “I am tired of this shit about trusting people, they make everything fucking worse. Try me, they all rejected me first.”

Nick: *dad lecture tone* I’m not saying to trust everyone. In certain cases, you gotta have a bit of faith in people. Do your due diligence then trust if you gotta. *sternly* What are you gonna do if I or Teshteal suddenly kick the bucket, huh? Who the hell are you going to turn to, then, Rosalinda?

Lucille: *flinched hearing Nick drop into his more parental lecture voice*

Gardio: *staying out of this. If he was going to say anything, he certainly can’t now that he’s heard Nick’s tone shift like that. What he does know is that he’s gotta be on standby if she makes a sudden break for it*

Teshteal: *already on all fours*

Dogmeat: *sitting nearby, tilting his head in confusion*

Jasmine: (Flinches and looks besides her at the empty air, letting go of Nick and standing on her own, feeling challenged and defensive. She backs up a good few feet and throws up her arms at the group with her dagger in hand) “The fucking ghosts that have been keeping me alive all this time, Daddy, that is who! I am sure yours would haunt me a considerable amount too.” (Bites down on the tip of her thumb, remembering seeing her mother when she tried to end her life by jumping off a building. God, what if that becomes Nick too?)

Nick: Hate to break it to ya, toots. I don’t got a soul. You won’t be seeing me around. *shakes his head* You’re gonna live a much more lonely and miserable life if that’s your plan after the inevitable happens- *freezes suddenly, his system encountering an error before blinking and resuming* -and you’ll regret closing yourself off- *another glitch, this time twitching* -off-off-o- *shakes his head* You know what I mean.

Gardio: Are you okay?

Lucille: Yeah, Val. You’re acting a bit glitchy.

Nick: I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just a minor-minor-minor fix.

Jasmine: (Just kinda blinks, biting back a laugh of hysteria because of course something like this has to happen right now. God, she really is cursed, and now it’s passing on. She takes a few steps closer to Nick while lowering her knife, concern on her face)

Nick: I’m alright. Really- Just a-just a- just- *suddenly his eyes go dim and he collapses*

Lucille: Nick!! *runs over to check on him*

Jasmine: (Already diving forwards to catch her Dad before he hits the ground, never mind that he’s a synth as she gently sets him on the ground. Her entire face breaks while she stares down at his lifeless form, shaking her head in disbelief as her breathing starts to quicken and her heart shatters, remembering what she did to him at the hospital)

Lucille: *kneeling next to him, taking off his coat and shirt to open up his casing* Hold on, Val. You’re not going to the junkyard, yet.

Teshteal: *softly as he walks up beside Jas* Can I hold you…? *knows Nick’s probably going to be alright*

Gardio: What happened to him?

Lucille: Don’t know- I’m going to wager his air filter and fan is clogged. *poking around inside and manages to find the air filter… but in doing so her hand comes out pretty dirty* Gees. He’s overdue for some proper maintenance in there.

Gardio: What do you mean “overdue”? He doesn’t get maintained regularly?

Lucille: No… he’s always working a case or helping people. He hardly visits a proper mechanic. *looking at the air filter. It’s caked in tar and gunk from all his smoking* I bet there’s more of this… *pulls out a thing of water and an old toothbrush and starts scrubbing away*

Jasmine: (Is shaking while she hold her fathers hand, swallowing a lump in her throat when she remembers her mothers coffin, and her prewar adopted fathers grave. “He was right, this was a mistake.”)

Lucille: Okay. That’s as much as I can clean. We’ll have to get him to Faraday in Arcadia. He’s pretty good at this stuff. *clicks the airfilter back in place after giving the fan a light scrub*

Nick: *the fan starts whirring but it sounds a bit off. His eyes flicker a little bit. Then, as Lucille shuts his casing, stay on- solid this time. He stays silent but his mouth at least shuts*

Lucille: Nick…?

Nick: *face has defaulted to a neutral expression. Still nothing*

Lucille: *softly, desperately* Come on, Val.

Jasmine: (Trying not to burst into tears from the stress thats threatening to tip over all that she has pent up, squeezing Nicks hand gently while she silently prays that he’ll be alright)

Nick: *mouth doesn’t move but suddenly his voice comes through his speakers almost in a panic* Damn it- will something work- *hears his own voice* Well that’s a start. Huh. Seems like I’m stuck in some sort of safe mode. Can’t move a thing. *the only indication he’s talking is that his eyes flicker in brightness*

Lucille: *sighs in relief. The important parts are still functional at least* You had a lot of gunk on your fan and air filter*

Nick: Ah- that would do it. Must still be partially clogged. I don’t think my system will let me do any extraneous movement until that’s fixed- one of you are going to have to carry me.

Lucille: *looks up at her Dad*

Gardio: *looks back, then sighs* I’ll carry you, Nick.

Jasmine: (Doesn’t break face, just squeezes Nicks hand gently again with partial relief. She lowers her head and takes a deep breath, slowly standing up. “He should’ve told her to leave it alone, now look at us.”)

Nick: *his hand remains limp. Not even a twitch*

Gardio: I’ll carry you, Nick… Lucille, help me get him on my back.

Lucille: *nods and picks him up*

Gardio: *crouches so she can drape Nick over his back. He holds Nick’s legs around his waist so he won’t fall off*

Lucille: *manipulates the Detective’s fingers so if Gardio loses his grip or ends up leaning back far, Nick won’t go slipping off*

Gardio: *trying his best not to blush. He hasn’t been this close to someone in quite a while*

Nick: Well this isn’t awkward at all. Hope the radiation doesn’t make things worse.

Gardio: Too small to hurt electronics fortunately. *smirks*

Jasmine: (Slowly blinks and steps back, crossing her arms over her waist to give herself a hug. She’s ready to do just about anything to get Nick back in working order, that’s why she hasn’t broken down into tears yet)

Teshteal: *very lightly puts a hand on her shoulder. There’s a hint of caution despite his effort to comfort her- he’s still not sure if she’s mad at him*

Gardio: *to Jas* Don’t worry, kiddo. We’ll get Nicholas here some help. *mutters to Nick* This is why smoking is bad for you.

Nick: I’d roll my eyes but sadly you’ll just have to settle for indignant grumbling.

Lucille: *packing up Nick’s outfit* I think we can imagine it quite well, Nick.

Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to Teshteal or answer Gardio, she’s more focused on keeping it together and resisting the urge to cut or scratch herself)

Lucille: *Soon they’re crossing through a dangerous canyon and fighting a pack of mongrels*

Gardio: *firing from the hip with his pistol at the wild dogs*

Teshteal: *making short work of them*

Jasmine: (She’s boiling with pure fury, not even using her knife to kill the dogs. When they lung at her with snarling growls, she grabs them by the jaw and rips open apart their face, slamming their bodies on the ground as hard as she can. Violence is her first answer to all negative emotions, this is how she’s channeling it) (Muttering to herself) “She should have just forgotten about me, now this is the price she pays.” (As she tears open another dog and slams it down with a growl of both hurt and anger. She doesn’t mean for the other to hear any of this) “I am sorry, I should not have been born…”

Teshteal: *found a some rocks and is using his tail to bludgeon a lot of the dogs coming at them. Occasionally he bashes their skulls in with the one in his hands*

Nick: *did pick up what Jas is saying. Internally frowning despite his static expression*

Lucille: *tearing them apart with her ripper. They don’t really hurt her thanks to her power armor…*

Gardio: *sighs as they wrap up the fight* Anything else-?

Mirelurk Hunters: *pop up suddenly smelling the fresh blood*

Gardio: *tired look at the lobsters heading their way*

Teshteal: *already running to them and using his method with the rocks to dispatch them*

Jasmine: (Charges head on, this time with her favorite combat knife out. She uses it to declaw them before she rips out their face with her bare hands and the same amount of kitten fury) “You should have listened to them and left me there, you would still be alive if you did.” (Stops and stares at her bloodied hands) “I am sorry, I will never be worth the cost. I can try, but it will never be enough. I should have died in that trash can, but I guess I am stuck living like this forever.” (Resumes taking out whatever sea creature she can)

Lucille: *inspecting the area so there aren’t anymore surprises*

Teshteal: *sniffs the air then shrugs* I think that’s the last of them.

Gardio: We shouldn’t be far from where we’re going, right?

Nick: *laughs* We still have to cross the ocean and take the long walk to Acadia.

Teshteal: So how are we getting across when we get to the ocean?

Lucille: We have a boat a previous client let us use for a case. They don’t mind us borrowing it from time to time.

Nick: *referring to Teshteal and Gardio specifically* I’d stay close to each other in Far Harbor- not just because the locals are a bit uneasy around new folks. It’s the fog and the wildlife that’ll do you in.

Lucille: *vigorous nod*

Jasmine: (Standing close to the group and wiping herself clean with a rag, undoing her messed up braid to get rid of anything that may have gotten caught in her curls. That’s the consequence of forgetting to put back on her hood and mask)

Nick: It might he best to split up when we get to Far Harbor. Teshteal, Gardio, and I will go to Acadia. Rosie, you go with Lucille to the old lighthouse.

Lucille: Wait- why the lighthouse?

Nick: If Donny’s smart, he’d hole up in an easily defensible locale with a high enough viewpoint to pick off raiders. If he ain’t there, wait. Gardio and I will catch up in a few hours.

Teshteal: Why are we splitting up? You just said to stay together-

Nick: Yeah, but there’s also the essence of time. Plus it’ll give Jasmine something to do while I’m in the shop. Besides, I still expect us to stick to our groups. *directed at Jas and Lucille* That means no running off without notice.

Jasmine: (Sighs heavily and looks down at her feet, crossing her arms over herself. She doesn’t want to be apart from her Dad, even if it’s to give her something to do while he gets patched up. The very idea pounds dread in her heart, damn the separation anxiety. Also in the back of her mind, she knows Donny won’t have good news for her. It’s hard enough keeping it together right now, and if what she suspects is true…)

Nick: And when I say “notice” I mean “being upfront about why you’re running off and what you’re going to do about it.” *talking directly at Jas now*

Lucille: What if one of us does run off?

Nick: Then you better go after them.

Jasmine: (Keeps walking in the right direction without looking back or responding to Nick, taking in deep breaths to keep herself calm from the current thoughts. She has to have hope and faith, not assume the worst possibility in this scenario just this once)

Lucille: *resumes walking*

Gardio: *is being filled in about Jas’s case some more via Nick*

Jasmine: (Starts humming and vocalizing the start of a song she liked to help distract herself, continuing to ignore everyone when she starts the lyrics) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something….” (Her head is definitely not agreeing with this choice, it started screaming at her even more the moment she opened her mouth. But to hell with it, if she doesn’t do something she might go spiraling down)

Teshteal: *starts singing along* Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused…

Nick: *Kind of a dark song choice but if it helps he’ll go along with it. Starts humming the tune*

Jasmine: (Doesn’t acknowledge Teshteal or Nick as she keeps singing then harmonizes the notes just as the singer does, sounding like a siren calling out from sea. She had singing lessons from the vault and learned proper breath control. Why? Maybe to seem more alluring when she wanted to) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s looking for something….”

Gardio: *humming along with the others*

Lucille: *singing the “moving on” segments specifically*

Jasmine: (Echoing her voice in such a way that it sounds like there is multiple voices, a neat little trick she learned prewar) “Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up…” (Whistles and hums in place of the music, still ignoring everyone who has joined in)

Lucille: *Kind of stops cause it’s hard to keep up with the tune sounding so disjointed- especially with Jas ignoring everyone else singing, too. If there was any harmony, it’s kind of crushed by that fact alone*

Teshteal: *just joyously singing the chorus. No thoughts just Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This*

Jasmine: (Repeats the lines, wondering how far off they are. She has to ignore them and tell herself that they can’t hear her singing, otherwise it’s a violation to her programming and that has proven to be a catastrophe) “Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused….” (Looks down at her bloodied hands) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s looking for something….”

Lucille: *climbs into the boat at the dock and helps everyone aboard wordlessly. Even extends a hand to Jas, not that she’d need it… or even want it*

Jasmine: (Helps herself onto the boat without even looking at Lucille and her kind offer, pausing to adjust to the sensation of the gentle swaying while she hums the rest of the song)

Lucille: *sighs. Trying to not let Jas’s aloofness get to her. She’s starting to come off as stuck up to the older woman, though*

Jasmine: (Not allowed to accept help by her programming, “Help yourself” was always her answer when she walked around battered and bruised. They tried to trick her sometimes too, used to stick out their hands to offer help, then make things painfully worse for her)

Lucille: *staying silent about it. Isn’t going to say anything- she made a promise after all. Unties the boat and starts it up. She pulls out of port and sets sail to Far Harbor*

Gardio: *sets Nick down and sits with a sigh, looking out at the water*

Teshteal: *sitting really close to Gardio, just a bit uneasy about the ocean*

Jasmine: (Sitting in the furtherst corner from them on the small boat with her head in her knees, fighting the voices in her mind. She can’t help but to keep speculating and putting the pieces together) (Quietly to herself) “It is all one big lie, but you are not even suppose to be here anyways…”

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #fallout original character #fallout oc #fallout roleplay #fallout rp

44 notes · View notes

berrieluv · 2 years

Note

Hii, i just want to say that i love your writing, could I request something about how would james, remus, sirius and regulus react to todler!reader throwing a tantrum? if it's fine with you ,

OMG YES YES YES, I've been obsessed with toddler reader lately

james potter:

i think james would be used to tantrums,

you usually throw a tantrum when he wouldn't buy you what you wanted

he's just so used to spoil you that when his parents tell him he has to stop his whole word stops as well

because how could he stop spoiling his pretty princess

"c'mon, princess. you know i can't buy you that"

but you would only lay on the floor, crying and kicking

to be fair, this was the first time ever you were hearing the word "no", and you certainly didn't like it

but james knew this was for your own good

when you saw him laying on the floor with you you stood up and frowned at him

"i'm throwing a tantrum because you're doing the same"

james would just match your energy until you get tired and forget why you were throwing a tantrum

remus lupin.

remus is a patient man, however he doesn't like when you act like this

he spoils you, but just the right amount

so when you thrown a tantrum is weird for him

he would jut stay in his place, watching you crying and on the floor

"are you done yet?"

he would be so calm about it, while the people passing around is looking at the both of us

he feels no shame at that, he knows the right way to raise his child is teaching and allowing feelings to be expressed

but, he would teach you for sure that behavior is wrong

maybe he'll give you a little punishment like no dessert for let's say 2 days

but Remus is never really harsh towards you bc he knows you learn your lesson quickly

sirius black.

sirius isn't a patient man

he gets annoyed anytime you'll throw a tantrum

it doesn't mean he doesn't love you

he just doesn't know what to do when that happens

when he was a child, his mother's way to stop his bad behavior was abusive and he didn't want that for you

when it happens in a store, sirius would just walk away from you

(of course, glancing discretely at you to know if you realize, but he never lets you out of sight)

and when you realize he's not listening to your brattiness you would just follow him and then ask him nicely for a dessert after finishing shopping

sirius would also mock you

he likes this kind of relationship with his child where they're best friends, and what best friends do better?

make fun of each other

sometimes you would cry more at his mocks and he would give in and take you in your arms, letting you rest your head in his shoulder while he finishes shopping

"'m sorry, baby"

"yeah, yeah, daddy's so mean, isn't he?"

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x toddler!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x toddler!reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x toddler!reader #the marauders x reader #the marauders x toddler!reader

180 notes · View notes

thotsforvillainrights · 3 months

Text

(Draft Release)

~Sleep Deprived Parents~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

“Please Tomoko, I’m begging you here.” Skeptic’s raspy voice rang out over your daughter’s nonstop crying reign. She’d been like this for about 3 days now and the both of you were near the edge of passing out. Unfortunately she’d contracted some sort of inner ear infection which the doctor warned would throw her way off her zone. Also unfortunate that the 3 year old was able to scream as loudly as she did. It was painful to know your baby was hurting so bad, but you didn’t felt too much remorse in being able to say you just wanted 5 minutes of sleep. Skeptic recommended melatonin gummies for kids but you quickly shut that down saying how you didn’t want to resort to drugging her no matter how badly you needed the rest. No one in the MLA could take Tomoko off your hands either! Geten simply refused as he of course didn’t want to be stuck with a fussy toddler, Chitose was wrapped up with interview until the next week, Hanabata was out of town for some sort of political conference, and ReDestro would be drowning in work for Detnerat’s new products until the next month! It was lucky enough Skeptic was able to use vacation time to stay home with you but he secretly wished he was at work instead of getting his eardrums blasted for the fifteenth time today. It was worse on him since his little girl gravitated toward him naturally. Something she was doing right now...

“No way, you get back around that corner Y/N!” Skeptic shouted as you tried to creep away toward the bedroom while Tomoko was focused on her father. “I hate to admit it but I think I might go lay down in traffic soon.” You groaned before taking a seat next to him on the couch. Was this life now? Sure being a parent wasn’t going to be all cute moments with your child. Obviously times like these were also a part of it but still drove both of you up the wall. You were 2 minutes from a panic attack when the phone suddenly rang. You ignored Skeptic’s complaints when you jumped up to answer it first. This was your excuse to leave the room and have a break from the shrill screaming. Tomoyasu made a mental note to be quicker answering the phone next time as he began trying (but failing again) to shush your baby girl. In the other room you heard a familiar voice over the line. “Hello, Y/N?” The soft tone of a woman spoke out. You sighed in relief and laughed lightly. “H-hi! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The voice over the line chuckled. “Well I was just calling to check in on you two but judging by the screaming in the next room I can tell things might not be going so well. Am I correct?” You frowned at your mother in law’s words. “Yeah...unfortunately you’re right. Tomoko is going through an ear ache and it’s killing both of us too. I don’t want my baby to hurt like this and the medicine hasn’t kicked in yet. I feel bad for being annoyed by the crying but it’s driving the both of us insane. I don’t know what to do.” You were sniffling just a bit at the thought of possibly failing with the whole parenthood thing until you heard Skeptic’s mom laugh quietly. “Oh dear, this reminds me of something. Tomoyasu was such a fussy little man when he was younger. He hated falling asleep and try as we might, his father and I were starting to lose our minds when he went though that phase. Do you know what helped us? Driving.”

“Driving?” You slightly tilt your head to the side. “Mhmm, driving indeed helped. We put Tomoyasu in his carseat and drove him around the neighborhood 2 or 3 times until he’d fallen asleep. It may sound silly but it got us through the next few months until he’d turned 4. I don’t doubt it’ll help you both. Go give it a try and call me back tomorrow after the two of you have caught up on sleep.” You thanked her and bid a goodbye before heading into the living room and staring at the sight in front of you. It was rare when you saw real tears in Skeptic’s eyes like this. Without a word, you opened your arms and grabbed the toddler as she continued sobbing out. You nodded at Skeptic to follow you before passing the key holder and grabbing your keys off the wall. He was too tired and worn out to question anything so he followed along without a complaint. To say the two of you were relieved would be an understatement. About 2 circles around the neighborhood led to your baby slowly silencing herself from sobbing to sniffles to snores. Skeptic looked at you incredulously and you smiled widely back at him. “Thank your mom, not me. Now let’s get her inside before she realizes what just happened.” He nodded quickly and carefully navigated his daughter out of the carseat when the two of you pulled back into your own driveway. The hack was successful for the amount of time you needed before the medicine finally played it’s role.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomoyasu chikazoku #skeptic bnha #scenario #dad!skeptic au #au #alternate universe

6 notes · View notes

tittyinfinity · 8 months

Text

Venting, just having the words in front of me helps me process my own thoughts better.

Dylan and I might have just lost all our progress on house hunting again because of his dad.

His dad is the reason he's stuck in Texas in the first place. Offered a job at his dad's work, but then his dad took an entire YEAR to finally agree to it, all while telling Dylan that his family wouldn't help him get to work if he got a different job (and he made sure to tell his siblings and mom that they weren't allowed to take him either) even tho they're a 30 minute drive away from the nearest business and they're in the middle of nowhere. He also said that he and his mom weren't going to babysit, so he had to find a babysitter somehow with no money and no one to contact in the first place bc he doesn't fucking know anyone down there. And once Dylan got his car working again, HIS DAD STOLE HIS KEYS, ID, AND DEBIT CARD FOR 2 MONTHS. He found it in his DRAWER. Only reason he's working now is because his mom is charging him $800 A MONTH to watch her own grandchildren. AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN DO IT! Dylan's siblings do! His mom locks herself in her room and doesn't come out all day! SHE SAID OUT LOUD "What if I don't like my grandchildren?" "I'm not doing anything for the kids' birthdays or Christmas because it wouldn't be fair since my kids never got to do that" "your kids better leave me alone"

Dylan's dad is one of those super "alpha males" who has to control every aspect of everyone's life, and he makes sure NOT to let his kids (specifically, his sons) succeed at anything because it makes him feel inferior. I'm not kidding. He has done this every time Dylan has made progress.

Lemme tell you about just how abusive this man is.

He trapped Dylan's mom. He forced her into pregnancy back-to-back, told her she wasn't allowed to take birth control, told her no one else would ever want her because of her mom body, wouldn't let her drive until a couple of years ago and only allows her to do it with his permission and another person going with her to track her, doesn't allow her to have any friends at all, doesn't allow her to work or have her own money, etc. There's a lot worse things he does to her that I won't go into detail.

They had 9 kids. Nine. Most of them only a year apart. They didn't send any of them to school. They didn't homeschool them. They were specifically just farmhands. Literal slaves. He would stand and watch his kids do all the farming and then go kick them any time they stopped. They never had new clothes. They never had birthdays. Never had any holidays, actually. They had fake homeschooling stuff just in case cps stopped by. They weren't allowed to go to school or have friends because "he didn't want them going and saying bad stuff about him" (because he knew he'd go to fucking prison over it).

He makes sure he has control over everything. If dylans mom makes him mad, he says she better stop arguing before he hurts the kids. He will hurt and ground ALL the children if ONE person makes him mad. He uses that against them. So no one dares to mess up because everyone will get punished. Dylan is the only person who stands up to him because he's no longer afraid of him, but his family tries to tell him not to stand up to him at all out of fear.

And then with Dylan specifically.... he's the oldest son. For some reason, his dad thinks he's in constant competition with him. To the point that any time dylans mom showed him attention, his dad would tell her "well why don't you talk to DYLAN about it since he's so much better than me." Dylan wasn't allowed to succeed at anything at all, and if he tried, his dad would physically destroy his progress in order to keep him under his control.

Any time he stood up to his dad, he would beat the shit out of him (starting as a toddler), spit in his face, and call him a stupid faggot.

Dylan and his dad stay in motels during the week since their house is a 2-3 hour drive from work and they go in begween 3am-5am. Three nights ago, Dylan accidentally fell asleep in his dad's hotel bed instead of his own. He didn't know which bed was his. His dad yanked him out of bed from a dead sleep and Dylan pushed him off of him. His dad then punched him in the face and said that he assaulted him. Dylan went outside and his dad called the police. He had to drive 3 hours out of town with no cell service, trying to find his family's house in the middle of nowhere by memory only. He had to call in for two days in a row. He's not sure if his dad is going to try/be able to sabotage his job.

Dylan looked at a house a few days ago, but he may be homeless soon because his dad isn't going to allow him to go back to his family's house and that means his kids get kicked out too and he has no babysitter again.

WHY. WHY. Every time we make any progress, something outside of our control ruins it. All year I've been trying to move. All year everything has been working against me. I'm getting sicker and sicker staying at my mom's house.

I just want to give up, but I can't. It's hard to want to try when it only ends in failure and heartbreak.

#.bdo

4 notes · View notes

tropes-and-tales-archives · 2 years

Text

Ace in the Hole, Chapter Three

Word Count: 3282

TW: Minor injury (burn); talk of transactional sex; the faintest beginning of oral, m!receiving. 18+ only to be safe.

AN: Part of an unfinished series. The series masterlist here.

Weeks passed.

The night of his little backroom dealings yielded considerable business, and Nevada found himself busier than he’d been in years. He hired extra men to run his seedier errands, went to meetings, set up side gigs that helped him expand his network and territory. He had no time for anything else: his meals were hurried affairs, he only caught a few hours of sleep a night, and when he needed relief, Valerie was on hand to take care of that. She was another thing that night yielded – a steady hookup who came when he called.

Busy as he was, he almost forgot about you and your shitty little restaurant. A more magnanimous man might cut you lose. Forgive the debt and tell you to go in peace. Nevada Ramirez, however, rarely let anything go. Like a toddler with a pile of toys, he wasn’t willing to part with a single one, even if he wasn’t playing with it at the moment.

Like clockwork, once a week, he came up with some boring fucking thing for you to do. He still got a kick out of your polite little act, how you said “please” and “have a good day” and “thank you” when you dropped off his cigars or his dinner.

He was so busy, he wasn’t even bothered when his man that he planted in your restaurant, Javier, informed him that your good-for-nothing, piece-of-shit brother had finally turned up.

*****

Sean turned up exactly like he always did, just like a stray cat. He was skinny and stinking, with a fading bruise on his cheekbone. Eva ushered him through the dining room, away from the paying patrons, and she presented him to you like the world’s worst gift.

“Hey,” he said.

That’s all he fucking said. “Hey.” No apology for disappearing, no apology for gambling away your family’s legacy. Well, Sean never apologized for anything. But he didn’t offer an explanation either.

If he never apologized, you never demanded one. You had been slotted into certain roles as children – you, as the daughter, destined to always fix things without any thanks, just like your mother. Sean, as the son, destined to always fuck things up without any consequences, just like your father.

So you fed your brother. You slid a bowl of stew across the counter to him, told Eva to go get him a Harp. Crossed your arms and watched him shovel the food down his throat.

He disgusted you, if you were being honest, and that feeling of revulsion always spurred you to the confessional. You were only a nominal Catholic, and you let a lot of sins stay between just you and god without any intervention from a priest, but the simmering hatred you had for your brother felt unnatural. He was family. He was practically the only family you had left, now that your dad was sick and had one foot in the grave already.

You had promised your mother that you’d look after your brother. You tried to never break a promise.

When he was done eating, he shoved the bowl away from him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Then he had the unmitigated gall to ask for money.

Maybe you were a bad person after all. “No,” you replied, terse. He scowled at you and said he was going to go see your dad, and then he wanted to discuss the restaurant later. You only nodded, and you wondered if you should call your new, third partner to join the upcoming business meeting.

*****

Nevada was already in a terrible fucking mood.

First, he and Valerie had fought. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight, completely out of nowhere. Nevada had thoughtthey were just having fun and fucking around, but Valerie’s casual attitude dissipated overnight. Suddenly she turned into a hellcat – demanding to know where he was at all hours. Demanding more of his time. More than that, she demanded his money: she pouted when he didn’t bring her a gift, she pouted when he couldn’t get her into the hottest Manhattan club. Like he gave two shits about the lower half of the island. The last thing he wanted was to pay a cover charge just to stand shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of pretentious fucking blanquitos.

As for his time, Nevada had none to spare for Valerie. He was swamped with work. He had a million irons in the fire, and they all required his attention.

He had just finished a meeting in Harlem with some of his distributors. Nevada had traded in his Escalade for the meeting, preferring to take his custom Masarati. His distributors were unabashed gearheads, and meetings went smoother when he could ease into business talk after car talk.

The problem was that his custom Masarati was a piece of shit. Flashy, sleek-lined…but a piece of shit. Halfway back to the Heights, it overheated and stalled out. When he popped the hood, the plumes of steam made him jump back. Then he leaned in to check the damage (a cracked radiator), and his arm brushed against the overheated engine, burning him.

His men picked him up in the stalwart Escalade. They dropped him off at the club, and Nevada was a snarling monster from the pain. And he walked right into you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, his voice rough with pain. He already knew the answer: he had called you to bring him lunch from your restaurant.

He didn’t wait for your reply, and you were stammering like a fucking idiot anyway as your eyes took in his face and then his scalded arm. He charged past you to make his way to the small kitchen in the back, and his men followed him like fussy mother hens.

“You gotta get ice on that,” one told him, and Nevada almost missed your reply as you followed them into the kitchen.

“No,” you said, a little breathless. “Ice makes it worse.” You jogged ahead of them and stood in front of the industrial ice machine. You shrugged a little apologetically at all three of them. “Chefs get burned all the time. I know how to treat it.”

Nevada gritted his teeth, then dismissed his men with a curt nod. “Fine,” he told you once they left. “Fucking treat it then.”

If you were cowed and afraid of Nevada usually, you didn’t seem to be now. You were at home in kitchens, and apparently comfortable with basic first aid, and you gestured for Nevada to sit on a stool. He did, and he watched you: you took the first aid kit off of the wall by the door, you grabbed a clean towel and soaked it in cool water.

“Here,” you murmured. You didn’t even hesitate to touch him. You reached out and unbuttoned his shirt sleeve, then rolled it up gingerly. You even winced in sympathy when he winced. You pulled the burned fabric away from his arm and inspected the injury.

“It looks worse than it really is,” you said. You pressed the cool towel to his arm, and Nevada shifted from watching your hands to watching your face. Up close to you and in the industrial lighting of the kitchen, he could really study you. Your mouth was as lush and kissable as ever, that wasn’t new. Your eyes were interesting – he had only noticed the woebegone way you looked when he insulted you in the past, but up close, he could see that they were unique. Green when you glanced up at him directly. Hazel through your thick eyelashes as you looked down at what you were doing. Like there were different versions of you, maybe.

“Ice damages the tissue,” you told him conversationally. “So you have to use cool water.”

“That so?” His voice was still rough – his arm still fucking hurt – but your hands were gentle, and it was affecting him.

“Yes. Also, you shouldn’t pop any blisters. The blister is your body’s way of protecting the wound. If you pop it, it could get infected.”

Nevada made a noncommittal sort of noise in the back of his throat, and he watched you through heavy eyelids as you removed the cool towel and patted the burn dry carefully. Watched as you opened the first aid kid and found a tube of antibiotic cream. Watched as you put a thin layer down on the burn, wincing in sympathy again. Watched as you placed a large bandage on his arm and taped it down securely.

It was the stupidest fucking thing, but Nevada almost felt cared for. Which was stupid – women never fucking cared for him. They fucked him, they took his money, but they never cared. But as you tended to his stupid fucking burn, he allowed himself to pretend you gave a shit about him. Despite the pain, he felt soothed, and he felt a curious calm creep over him. He heaved a giant sigh, and you smiled at him to hear it.

“All done,” you said, and you patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll bill your insurance.” You turned to reassemble the first aid kit, and Nevada snapped. He reached out, lightning-quick, and grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he snarled. Your smile fell immediately, and you tried to pull away from him.

“It’s…it’s a joke,” you protested. “I was only kidding – “

“You think putting a fucking Band-Aid on me gets you out of your debt to me?” He tugged you closer to him, and those eyes were wide in surprise. Or fear.

“N-no!” You tried again to pull away; he twisted your wrist until you were right on the edge of your own pain. “I don’t think that at all!”

Fucking women, Nevada thought. Only good for one thing, only ever wanted one thing. It was all a ruse, like it always was: Valerie pretending to care just to angle for gifts, you pretending to be concerned just to weasel out of your debt. He shoved aside that spare moment of calm you had granted him. He embraced his temper, which was all too familiar.

He pulled you even closer, close enough for you to bump against his bandaged arm. Close enough that if either of you learned forward an inch, you’d be kissing. He didn’t kiss you, however. He just squeezed your wrist harder, and he felt sick to his stomach when you whimpered in pain, but he was powerless to stop his own raging mood.

“We aren’t friends, putita,” he hissed in your face. “I fucking own you like I own that fucking shithole restaurant of yours. Don’t you forget it.”

There were tears in your eyes, but you blinked them away and stared at him before you replied, through a clenched jaw, that you wouldn’t forget it. He held you to him a beat longer, then released you.

If you were scared, you tried to hide it: you walked out of his kitchen in even strides, with your head held high and without a backwards look. He was the one left feeling like shit, and Nevada felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Shame.

-----

He let it lie for a week, and then a second week. He didn’t even bother to call you for your usual little jobs, though he worried that you may be worried. Those little jobs were your weekly payments to him on the interest for what you owed him.

The third week, Nevada finally decided to visit you. He wasn’t going to apologize, because he never fucking said ‘sorry.’ But he had to reset expectations with you. He had taken it too far, reacted too poorly that day in his kitchen. You probably were just joking around, and he had been like a lion with a sore paw.

He went to the Roundstone on a Wednesday night, right before last call. The bar was packed, and every table was filled with drinkers too. Nevada strolled in, cased the place, but didn’t see you. You weren’t in your usual spot behind the bar, mixing drinks and pouring beers, buzzing around like a little bee.

The one waitress saw him, and she jerked her head towards the back. He owned the place, or half of it, so he strode through the crowd and went into the back of house. The kitchen was empty, so he went into the tiny office. You were sitting at the desk, your head down as you sorted through a pile of papers, and you didn’t look up.

“What do you want?” you asked, and you sounded exhausted. When he didn’t answer, you looked up and jumped a little. Like you were expecting someone else. According to Javier, that someone else was probably your dipshit brother. According to his man, Sean turned up for food, booze, or cash and then disappeared without lifting a finger to help with the place.

“Mr. Ramirez,” you amended. So you were back to that. Nevada came in, shut the door, and sat across from you. He looked you over pointedly: you had shed your chef’s coat, and you were in nothing but a tank top underneath. He couldn’t see your lower half (you were probably in your usual comfortable jeans), but the view he had was good enough. He could see your toned arms, and more importantly, the swell of your tits. They were better than he had imagined.

“How are you, abejita?” In the past, when he called you by your nickname, you’d blush faintly and smile, but now you didn’t. You only looked at him levelly before you answered.

“I only have half,” you said.

“Huh?”

“It’s been two weeks. You haven’t given me any jobs. Therefore, I owe you two grand.” You spelled it out for him patiently. “I only have one grand.”

“No, I – “

“No,” you cut him off. You leaned down and reached into the bottom drawer of your desk (granting him a brief view of your cleavage, which was enough for his cock to stir in interest), and you pulled out an envelope that you handed him. “A deal’s a deal.”

“But – “

“I could explain why I don’t have the full amount,” you replied, cutting him off again. “But you didn’t come here for excuses, right? Because you aren’t my friend. You own me.”

Nevada thumbed through the thin sheaf of cash and studied you. You looked tired, and he did wonder why you didn’t have the full amount. It was probably your brother, he realized.

“No need to relive that unpleasantness, abejita,” he replied smoothly.

You huffed out an irritated breath and leaned back in your chair. “So explain how this works. I paid half, I owe you half. I’ll never be able to make it up, and a new week is starting. I’m digging a hole I’ll never get out of.”

Nevada smirked at you. “I told you before.”

You narrowed your eyes a fraction. “Explain it again. Tell me in very specific terms what I need to do to get out of this debt from the past week.”

You didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, you leaned forward on the desk so that your breasts were pressed alluringly against your folded arms. “What is one grand of work for you?”

Again, you didn’t wait for his reply. You stood up and walked around the desk to stand over him, and Nevada wondered if you were bluffing again like last time. He couldn’t get a read on you right now; the shy woman who ducked her head around him seemed to be gone. Maybe she was just an act, but he doubted it – this no-nonsense version of you was more likely the act. He looked you over, and he felt a sting of shame when he saw your wrist and the healing bruise he had put on the delicate skin there.

“If I knelt in front of you now and went down on you, would that settle my debt?” you asked.

Nevada’s cock definitely twitched in interest at that, but his tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of his mouth. All his smarmy fucking words left him. You sighed and did just what you said – you knelt in front of him, put your hands on his knees and parted his thighs. When you reached for the fly of his jeans, he put his hands over yours to stop you.

“Stop,” he croaked. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Why else would you turn up here at closing?” you snapped as you rocked back on your heels. “You made it perfectly clear that you call the shots here. I owe you, right?”

Of course Nevada had turned up for sex. He was like a tom-cat, slinking around any place for a proverbial warm bed, but he hadn’t expected to get it from you. He had wanted to clear the air, apologize without saying the words, go back to the flirting tension he had been stoking with you. He wanted you to fuck him because you wanted him – needed him – not because you had to. He wanted his women to beg him for it.

“You don’t really want to,” he replied.

You gave a bitter snort of laughter. “Trujillo, when the fuck do I ever get what I want?” You said it so wearily that he looked at you. Really studied you. Extrapolated what your life might be like based on the little bit he knew and what Javier told him. You were like so many other women he knew in the Heights, wives and girlfriends and mothers and yes, sisters too, who were constantly scrambling after the sad-sack men in their lives who would do everyone a favor if they just died.

“What do you want then, abejita?”

You sighed and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

You both stayed like that for a long, awkward moment: him stilling your hands, you kneeling in front of him. Fuck, he wanted to release you and let you unzip him. His cock was straining against the confines of his jeans just from the thought of that mouth of yours on him. As much as he wanted to, he knew it wouldn’t be real. It would just be a business transaction, and the King of the Heights never paid for sex.

The balance was off between you, so Nevada pushed you gently away and stood up. Then he helped you stand too, and he noted the distress on your face. That debt was obviously weighing on you, and while he didn’t give a fuck if you were upset, the memory of your gentle hand on his arm pricked at his conscience.

“I got a job for you,” he said. “Saturday night.” You nodded and he continued.

“Like last time. Try to look nice.”

“Okay.”

“None of those fucking awful shirts you wear. And no fucking Members Only jackets.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you only repeated, “okay.”

He looked you over critically, enough to bring a blush to your face and make you duck your head again. Fucking finally. Nevada hated business-you. He much preferred the real you. The shy, uncertain woman was a target worth aiming for. He wanted to see if he could coax you out of your shell, knock some of the shine off of you to see what you were like a little dirtied up.

“Maybe I’ll send someone to help you before,” he smirked. “Just to make sure you’re presentable.”

That did pull a smile from you. It was small and fleeting, but it was there.

#nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez imagine #nevada ramirez x reader #nevada ramirez x you #trouble in the heights #trouble in the heights fanfiction #tropes-and-tales

4 notes · View notes

everylady701 · 10 months

Text

Meat Tray

Age 40

Nothing like turning 40 and a dry spell to make one download Tinder for the first time in years. It did it’s job and led me to find a 37 year old tradie who used to play lock for the Noosa Dolphins, where he had acquired the colourful nickname Meat Tray. Game on. We went for a beer just down the street since it turned out he lived four blocks away, even better. Unfortunately it was very quickly evident all his skill points went to pretty and fit and zero to intelligence. Of course since he could bench press two of me who am I to get in the way of myself. Having someone that can toss my Amazonian frame around and fuck me to within an inch of my life is not a common gift to come across. Especially at my age. I wouldn’t say he had the skilled hands of a carpenter but I was only looking to get bent over and banged like a screen door in a hurricane. Our first date was on a school night so I resisted and settled for a very uncouth makeout on my front lawn and invited him back on a Friday.

That was perhaps a mistake.

This man could both drink and babble. He got blackout drunk, told me his life story while we played Mario Kart, then, surprisingly, proceeded to fuck me rather well, if getting over excited and leaving me with several purple bite marks, before passing out and cuddling me almost right off my king size bed. Apparently being pretty hasn’t stopped him from a suffocating anxious attachment style. That man was a needy mess. When his alarm went off at 5am for no reason and as I angrily tried to get back to sleep he kept trying to get up in my business. And I’m sorry but morning sex is for after 7am and after several attempts I had to kick him out about 6:30. He was still blind drunk and stumbled out while moaning about liking me more than I liked him like a toddler having a tantrum. He texted at 2pm after just waking up and having no memory of leaving my flat.

The next week I opted for an early feed him and fuck him arrangement, sober, on a Tuesday. It did still involve a fair amount of having to talk to this himbo, but at least it wasn’t drunk blather and I quickly ushered him out of his pants after dinner. One spirited punishing of my cervix later, we were laying on my couch, his head on my chest, while he continued an impressive stream of consciousness and I admired his gorgeous shoulders, tanned and freckled from surfing, and occasionally acknowledged his speaking. When he yawned I suggested he head home before he passed out at mine.

“You know you don’t have to stay for a second round, that was a very good fucking. Gold star. You can wander down the hill before you pass out. Honestly, that was proper.”

I helped him find all his clothes and ever the polite small town boy he turned to me

“Thank you for cooking the lovely dinner and thank you for letting me cum on your tits.”

Fantastic. No notes. And all before 9pm.

Shame he’s an idiot.

When trying to make plans later he briefly made me feel bad with “I got the impression you didn’t want to be seen out with me” and so I made proper dinner reservations, but then the very next text was “I want to fold you like a pretzel” and I was reminded to feel just fine. This is a grown man who said “tig ol bitties” to my face, or more accurately my tits, multiple times. After our very first date, he requested I wear lingerie and heels for the next one.

(still trying to figure out where one gets the audacity)

I maybe have to stop letting an impressive set of pecs buy my silence on a thousand red flags.

But not today.

#he took of his shirt and I audibly gasped #it’s been a long time since I’ve been demolished like that #tinder #my love of giant stupid men will never fade #I mean giant smart men are also great

0 notes

parallel-selfs · 1 year

Text

Born As The Other in Twst (Book 4)

Andrew is freezing his nipples off cause the dorm has no heating beside the fireplaces. And concerned for Grim.

Gets annoyed at seeing Crowley ready to party and less concerned on Ramshackle's need for food. He doesn't feel confident on her keeping her promise. Oh, he gets a smartphone. Respects Ruggie, and kinda wants a potted plant. Jokingly suggests Cater staying with them and freeze together. Feels bad for Riddle.

He's not interested in hanging around the Sus Trio, just to eat those words later. "I'll think about it." Ace doesn't want to chat on the phone.

Plays in the snow for a bit before entering the cafeteria to toss the wood in the fireplace. Peeks his head into the kitchen and feels himself getting hungry. "Well, you're the only cat and I'm the only man. Not surprising."

He disagrees on Crowley relying on them. Wholeheartedly agrees to joining them cause free food and it smells amazing. Starts sweating before he sits down to eat, thinks the music is a bit much. Whispers, "I doubt that, Grim."

He's politely greets Kalim and chokes at poison-tested comment. Tries to save Grim from the crackers, then later cradles a stuffed cat. Will have dessert though. Doesn't ask about why they're staying at school during the break.

Looks around in awe, then glares at Grim. He pauses at the numbwr of siblings Kalim has and the treasure room, damn. Whips towards Grim screaming and see the magic carpet floating there.

Clings onto Kalim for dear life. It's cool but also terrifying.

"Um, no. I'm not doing that. Come on, Grim." Gets up and heads out to leave just to be grabbed and dragged back into the dorm.

He doesn't want a part of this, but Jamil wants to drag him in. He's scratching his head from agreeing when he knows he was going to say no. "Grim, quiet. Something feels off about this dorm. Beside the obvious change of the dorm leader."

Walks out of the room and gets tackled and thrown back into the room. He's going to kick someone's ass, probably Crowley after that call. "Make me." Drags his ass towards the oasis. Squints eyes at Kalim and her change of personality.

Wants ice cream, but got pushed into training with no magic. He thinks about what's happening while Grim digs and goes deeper into thought on the dreams. He struggles a bit to get his thoughts together. He wants to talk to Grim about it, but doesn't want the students hear them.

He stays silent during the last night conversation, growing suspicious. Andrew has the idea of picking up Kalim and carrying the housewarden to her room to ground her. But the students push him towards the courtyard.

Even as a man, I'm still thick.

Picks up the cat like how you carry a toddler and books it to a hiding spot. Bolts out of the treasure room and starts spinning and twisting in the sky until they zoom through the mirror and into Octavinelle. Andrew and Grim are lying on the floor, dead (not really).

"Shit." He's ready to pick them up and toss them out, but the twins dealt with it. "Damnit." He doesn't want to give Azul his money.

Andrew is somewhat wearing the Scarabia uniform, he's a tall dude. Anyway, they explain the situation and feels suspicious of the vice dorm leader. He doesn't like the Sus Trio getting involved. Passes out in the bed him and Grim were given.

("Defenseless animals." One of them is a 6ft man.)

He's standing between the sisters and Grim is behind his legs when Azul walks away from Kalim and the sisters follow, making him narrow his eyes at the obvious acting they're putting on.

("Why am I called Shrimpy?" "For reasons we will keep to themselves to toy with you.")

Uninterested in the game and just staring blankly at what's going on. I knew it. He's already guarded around Jade along with Azul and Floyd.

Lies down on the floor to sleep when Floyd drags him into the bed and gets stuck between the twins like Alice.

Wait, the genie. That reminds me of another movie I saw.

Andrew is helping with breakfast. Getting his homework done to not worry about it later and doesn't deal with studying. Working out in his own way in the background of the mock battles. Gets some clothes after eating lunch.

During a break from their studies, he takes the time to write down his thoughts to get them together. He starts with the dreams and when he got them. The first dream was when Riddle was being a tyrant, and then she overbloted. The second dream was when Leona was injuring students, and then she overbloted. Third dream was before Azul overbloted. Wait, I'm having dreams now. He has a bad feeling.

Andrew is disappointed in you, Jamil. He jumps at hearing Floyd's voice. "Why is your voice deep?" He whips around to the students coming after them and starts tossing them away from the group.

He turns his head to Jamil to see another overblot. Shit. And gets yeeted out of the dorm like a soda can. Grabs Grim and embraces himself before landing on the ground. Luckily the group softened the landing with some magic.

Rubs Kalim's back as she cries. He tells her the truth with no too harsh words. Pauses at the eel sisters. This is weird. And sits behind Kalim and holds on.

"Your beauty and strength is outstanding."

Hides in the hallway like a coward, and then just stand there in the background as Kalim holds unconscious Jamil. Narrows eyes and frowns at Jamil's harsh words.

Sits back under a tree when familiar voices are heard yelling and look over to see Ace and Deuce! He forgot about them! He feels a bit guilty.

Heads back to the dorm to see the ghosts and thanks for them with dealing the fire fairies. He's shock the headmage actually kept her promise, then grabs chest from almost having a heart attack. He takes the envelope and sees M.D.

He eats, showers and sits at his desk to open the envelope to read the card. The mysterious woman pops into his mind and tries to remember the dorm she's from. He leans back in his chair, looking over the paper he wrote about the dreams and overblots connection.

He takes out a notebook and flips to a page to write down the overblots' names, then the Great Seven's along with notes of them in the morning.

He stares into the mirror from how strange this conversation is, he's talking to a large mouse. You're kidding me.

#twst born as the other #andrew

0 notes

thatyamiguy-blog · 1 year

Text

Mommies little wimp (Ben 10)

It was a summer of action and adventures, and the Tennyson family battled monsters, aliens and villains and saved the world more then once. using a combination of experience, magic and a alien device to turn into aliens it was a summer that would never be forgotten. But this story isn't about the Tennyson's who went on that wild summer, this story is about Ben Tennyson, who still wasn't potty trained (and honestly his mother had given up hopes he ever would be) and who due to his meekness and nature as a world class scardy cat, had elected to stay with mommy and daddy, though mostly close to his mom. with a layer of chub that made him look like a over sized toddler from a lack of exercise and being spoiled with lots of treats from his mom, and sporting a shorter version of anther Ben's trademark white and black shirt..this Ben was rocking thick white and black diapers that were custom made because of how often the little wuss was going. This little wuss had just waved off Gwen and Gramps and then went back to watching paw patrol.

On the same day when Gwen would be using her magic and Max would be going four arms to fight off Hex and Charmcaster, Ben was being woken up in his room/nursery by his mom and sitting up in his race car bed, Yawning loudly and his paw patrol PJ top lift up as he stretched his arms. "Did you have a good sleep sweetie?" She asked, reaching over and turning off his baby monitor, having already unplugged the 3 night lights he used every night. "Yeah! I had a dream I was a pretty princess playing with puppies and this dragon came up but he was all scared and just wanted hugs so I gave them to him" Ben giggled, tossing his Superhero squad blanket back and getting a whiff from his ripe diaper, bloated around his hips and with more then tinkle. "Ewww! stinky!" Ben said, holding his nose but giggling, again reinforcing the image his mother had of him that he might technically be 10..but he was clearly 2..maybe 3 in all the ways it counted. "heh, it's not that bad. You've done worse. wanna waddle over to your changing table or want mommy to carry you?" His mom asked, already knowing what he'd pick but she liked to give him a choice now and then with little things. (it didn't help his wusseness that his mom was VERY over protective of Ben, to the point of homeschooling him because she didn't want the bullies at school to tease him) As expected Ben giggled and held out his arms and She picked him up, a hand going under his squishy butt and making him giggle and patting his back as she carried him over. He thought the fact he like to squish in his stinky diapers was a big secret from everyone but both his parents knew it and so did anyone brave enough to babysit him. (not that his mom trusted Ben with anyone outside of the family, and even then, NOT Gwen after she had reduced Ben to tears and given him nightmares for a week by singing the itsy bitsy spider.) Gently setting him down, she handed him Officer bear, one of his favorite stuffies (She had toyed with getting him a sumo slammer stuffie till she watched the show and deemed it too scary for Ben, and Ben who took momma's word as law agreed despite never watching it) "Can I have a paci please mommy?" Ben asked, batting his eyes like he was asking for a ice cream treat for breakfast and just making her gush at how sweet and cute he was. "Of course you can! what color little man?" She coo'd, tickling his tummy and pulling open the drawer with the pacifiers. "Ummm You pick! they taste better then you do!" Ben coo'ed Kicking his legs a little. His mom smirked at that, but he was the 'boss' so to speak and pulled out a baby blue one, popping it in his eager mouth and he suckled away while holding his teddy above him, mumbling around the paci to his bear. One stinky diaper clean up later, and the 'treasure' dropped into Ben's diaper pail (which had been labeled Ben's Treasure chest) and she had him off of the changing table and tugged off his PJ top. Taking his hand and leading the way, the made their way to the dinning room so Benny could have num nums. (his bedroom was on the ground floor because Ben was scared of heights and claimed to get dizzy when he was on the second floor) There was no point in dressing him till he ate, and they only changed his diaper because the aroma from his huggies affected how breakfast tasted. His daddy was already at work and so it would be just Ben and mommy all day, something he preferred if he was being honest though he did like playing with daddy, sometimes he was too rough. Helped up into his custom high chair and strapped in, Ben kicked his legs and sucked on his paci as his mom went and brought in a big bowl of oatmeal, with little bits of different cookies crumbled and spread all over and a large baby bottle of milk. She had left the choice of baby bottles or sippy cups up to Ben, but they both knew normal cups were out of the question and after trying both he'd settled for the baby bottles because the nipples were better then the hard plastic. Tugging the paci out of his mouth his mom smiled and got a bib tried around his neck, white with multiple colored baby blocks spelling out 'mommy's widdle boy' on it. "So does Benny wanna try and feed himself today, or want me to feed him again?" His mom asked, coo'ing and a hand on a chair to pull it over having a feeling on the answer again. "Uhh Mommy, are you feeling ok?" Ben asked, raising a eyebrow. "Of course I want you to feed me! You make it taste like.. a zillion times better! a zillion plus TWO!" Ben said and held up three fingers to illistate his point, numbers wasn't his strong suit. His mom just smirked and pulled the chair over, sitting down and then getting a bigggg spoon full of the nummies ready. "Open wide~" she coo'ed, moving the spoon in and Ben giggled and did as he was told, then as the spoon went in he closed his mouth around it and and mmmhmed as he nom'ed away. "So i was thinking Benny, do you wanna go down the the park today?" He mom asked, still feeding him. Like all her other questions she knew the answer and maybe this was a little bit mean of her to ask, but she couldn't help it, the look of fear on his face mid bite and then the loud muffled poot was just TOO adorable! with his cheeks puffed out with oatmeal baby Ben shook his head no and shut his eyes, shuddering and more poots followed as he seemed to get slightly taller in the high chair and a familiar smell filled the room. "Benny, did you go boom boom?" She asked in a loving voice, setting the spoon down and stoking his hair. Ben swallowed the nummies in his mouth and then then nodded. "Of course I did! Mommy! you know how scary the p-p-park is!" He whined, a hissing sound hear and more muffled poots, though he didn't get any taller this time from a mess. "oh, it must of slipped my mind. Mommies can be SO silly sometimes!" She said and leaned in, kissing his forehead and calming him down slowly. "Forgive mommy?" "hehe..Of course! after all, all you did was make a 'nther. " and Ben paused to blow a raspberry, getting some spittle on his mom. "Diapie that you hafa change!" he finished and giggled madly, wiggling his butt and squishing the mess all around, making it all nice and squishy and making it a nightmare to change. "heh, that's fair." Mom said, wiping her face with the sleeve of her shirt and then picking up the baby bottle. "Drink?" "It's like your psychic!" Ben coo'ed and opened his mouth, then wrapping his lips around the nipple and sucking eagerly, eyes closing, then going wide and pulling back, making a icky face and shuddering as he pooted. "Mommy! that's not strawberry! It's normal milk! too spicy!" Ben huffed. His mother giggled at that, only BEN would find plain 2 percent white milk spicy, and again it had been one of her meaner moments. "Ohhh did I forget to add the syrup again? I'm sorry buddy!" She said, though anyone with half a brain would hear she didn't mean it. Naturally Ben brought it hook line and stinker. "-sigh- it's ok mommy, please go and fix it..and just so you know, i'ma have the FARTS t'day now!" He warned. 'how is that different from any other day?' his mom thought, but then said out loud. "it's ok buddy. I know it's my fault. sit tight and don't go anywhere." She coo'ed making Ben giggle. "Mommy, I'm in a high chair, where am I gonna go? to the moon?" he laughed then thought about being up in space and well, got a little taller. "MOMMMMYYYY!" Ben wailed.

After finishing off his breakfast and getting a much needed diaper change, Ben was dressed in his trademark diapers and t-shirt and socks, having decided to stay inside for a bit after scaring himself silly during breakfast. So scared was Ben that he refused to just sit on the couch or on the floor, he either wanted mommy to sit down with him so he could sit in her lap and be protected or he wanted what he called his fortress. Said fortress was a larger then normal playpen that Ben and mommy had fallen in love with then they had seen it while out shopping (Daddy had been taken back by the price tag but with his wife and son saying please over and over again he'd caved) it wasn't set up all the time as some days Benny would lay on his tummy and color in hello kitty or paw patrol books on the floor or lay on the couch for a nap or even again sit in mommies lap but today, she was gonna be busy cleaning. Getting the playpen set up in the right spot could be tricky as well, as it had to be in a spot where Ben could somewhat try and keep a eye out for her in case he got lonely, It also had to be within view of the TV where his mom would have it streaming episodes of Paw patrol, Hello Kitty, Bob the builder but after the diaper blowout from a few weeks ago harry and his bucket full of dinosaurs was cut out. The final challenge for setting it up was the fact it had to be in a spot with just enough light where Ben wouldn't get scared, but not TOO much light or it would make shadows and again, scare him. Hoping she'd found the sweet spot Ben's mom helped the oversized toddler into the playpen, mentally joking that with him being a little butter ball she didn't have to worry about going to the gym, and then handed him in his teddy from before, some soft baby blocks to play with, a pack of non toxic crayon's and a Sesame street coloring book that had any pages with a monster on it ripped out (So had maybe 3 pages) and then a fresh ba-ba. "Please tell me you got it right this time." Ben said, farting loudly to get his point across. "Yes sir, I used extra syrup!" His mom said, holding the bottle out for him and he started to take it, then smiled. flipping the bottle around in her hand, he got on his knees and drank from it while she was leaning over the playpen. She wanted to complain that she had things to do, but damn it if he wasn't just too darn cute. Still after he got it half drained she had to speak up. "Benny sweetie, I need to go and start cleaning, can you show me what a good little boy you are and hold your own ba-ba?" She asked. Ben paused from his suckling and pulled off, giving a huff and a eye roll like he had all of the worlds worst problems, but then took the bottle from her. "I 'pose." He said, plopping on butt and apparently hitting some sort of trigger as he let out a MASSIVE belch and even blew his mom's hair back a little from the force of it. of course while most boys Ben's age or even the age he acted would of been giggling or all proud, the burp had a different effect on our little wuss. His eyes shot wide then he cried out 'mommy!' as a massive poot followed and the back of his diaper got a wave of mush in the back of it. "Shhh, it's ok Benny. I'm right here." She coo'ed, leaning back down and then tugging the back of his diaper open and checking. For a normal baby it would of been full enough for a change but with Ben being such a super duper pooper it wasn't all that bad. "I think your diapie can handle some more. Just color me a pretty picture and watch your cartoons." She coo'ed and then ruffled his hair and turned the tv on. "O-Ok mommy." Ben mewed.

for the next half hour or so all was calm in the Tennyson household was mostly quiet, save for Ben talking alone with his TV show's and a burp or fart here and there. Cleaning the house took longer then it could of since she had to go without using any sort of cleaning equipment that ran on a motor/made noise since well, it would scare Ben, and as such they had long since switched from carpets to hardwood flooring. Still accidents could and still did happen, such as when while she was dusting by the TV she accidentally knocked cords free and Ben's show stopped right in the middle of a big dramatic moment. Despite having seen this episode multiple times, Ben's jaw dropped down and his eyes went wide, sure that it meant that his beloved hero's had just bit the big one and gone up to the dog park in the sky. "NOO! CHASE! RUBBLE! ROCKY! ALEX!" he cried out, tears streaming down as he was up on his knee, at the edge of the play pen and looking over, massively loud and wet farts blasting out and his diaper bloating out rapidly. sweat dropping and trying not to roll her eyes, Ben's mom rushed to get everything plugged back in and as the episode came back on right from where it left off she came over and pulled him out of the playpen, hugging him and letting him watch it over her shoulder as she patted his back and squished his bottom. "Shhh shh..See? they're ok Benny." "I..I..-sniffle- I was so scared they were GONE mommy!" Ben bawled like the big baby he was. "Well there back now. it's all right. let's pause this and get you changed little man, I don't think your diapie is gonna take much more punishment." She said. she had gone from rubbing his butt to getting her arm under it to support him as he semi relaxed, not wanting to risk him falling out of her arms and as he finished filling his diaper it had both kept going under her forearm and overlapped the top pat of it, almost forming a semi seal around it. "Nooo! wanna finish and make sure their ok!" Ben whined and whimpered. "P-Please mommy?" He asked, and pushed back enough so that he could give her a pleading look with his tear stained cheeks and trembling bottom lip. "..Ok. but Mommy better hold you, don't wanna have a blow out in your fortress right?" she sighed and asked. there was only 10 minutes left anyways. "Thank you mommy! your the best mommy ever! whatever you say!" Ben coo'ed and planted and big old drooly smooch on her cheek before going back to watching. 'And Carl thinks I have it easy staying home with Benny all day.' She mused to herself.

After the show was over and one LONG diaper change later, Ben's mom decided that she would put off the rest of the cleaning till after Ben was put down for his afternoon nap. Getting a blanket on the floor she sat down with him to play whatever he wanted, and wasn't shocked when it turned out to be paw patrol, with her as Alex and Ben as the doggies. Thankfully she had watched the show with him or heard enough of it in passing to play along with ease and they went that way for at least a hour before Ben's tummy was growling loudly. "Uh-oh, I think somebody needs some more fuel for his little present maker!" She teased, tapping a finger on his tummy. "What do you think kiddo?" Ben, who due to his constant diaper filling and well, being trained for lack of a better word to eat lots hence explaining his flab, drooled and nodded. "Oh Oh! can I grilled cheese french toast sandwich?" he asked, licking his lip, having a .. odd taste in his food combo's, again coming from getting what ever his little heart desired. "oh I suppose so, But I better get you a snack while I make it for you. don't want you wasting away." She teased, helping Ben up and then holding his hand as they to get him into his highchair. Strapped in nice and safe and in just his diapers and socks, Ben used his fingers to snack on a bowl of vanilla and chocolate pudding mixed together as his mom started cooking for him, and of course he had a fresh ba-ba of strawberry milk on the tray for him to drink. and naturally, by the time his sandwich's were done (She knew that he would want more then one and thus had made 3) at least half of the pudding was on his face,body and hair, Ben having just finished drawing a smiley face on his tummy and grinning like a goof. "Look! I made you a picture!" he coo'ed, all proud. "heh, VERY pretty but I don't think I can hang it on the fridge." She giggled and set the plate down with his food cut up and cooled and smooched his forehead. "Why not!?" Ben huffed and pouted, then it clicked and he giggled sheepishly. "Oh yeah. never mind!" "heh, see? I know my little guy would figure it out!"

After lunch Ben clearly needed a bath, but since it had been awhile since his last poop filled diaper his mom wasn't eager to just sit him in the tub and have him 'launch torpedo's' as Ben called it. At the urging of her husband she semi toyed with trying to potty train Ben even though everyone knew it was hopeless, and by try that meant that they had a training potty in Ben's size that he could sit on while unloading in his diapers to get used to sitting on the potty and going. Baby steps after all was the way to go. Ben thought it was a waste of his time plush he thought the potty kinda looked like a monster, though when he'd expressed this fear to his dad he'd been told to show a little back bone for a change. still, it was with a trembling bottom lip that Ben planted his diapered butt down on the light blue training potty, closing his eyes and slipping his food stained thumb in his mouth and sucking on it lots as mommy started the tub running. The sound of the water running did help the wuss relax as he always like the white noise and well, when your a chubby 10 year old diaper wimp relaxing can only lead to one thing. a loud fart shot out of Ben's butt, the Potty making it semi echo and the noise scared Ben, his eyes popping open even as his fear made him fire out more poop and farts in a viscous circle. His diaper was swelling up but in a odd twist of fate unlike how it normally happened, with it just going around the potty chair, today some of it went in and expanded in there. "Ah! mommy!" Ben cried out,whimpering and tearing up. "The potty is roaring at me!" "Heh, Benny it's just your far-" his mom started, turning and looking. Ben went to get up to turn and point to the potty, but with his diaper having gone in and expanded on the inside, it stayed latched on and his eyes went wide as saucers. "IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME! MOMMY HELP!" He screamed falling down on all fours and crawling around in circles, shaking his butt and trying to get the potty to dislodge as his mother watched on in amusement. 'I should be filming this, I'd win America's funniest home videos for sure.' She thought with a mental snort. walking over and kneeling down, she used one arm to grab Ben around the belly and then with free hand she yanked hard on the potty, pulling it free from his stinky butt. "Shhh there there, I-" she started, but Ben cut her off and squirmed around, turning around and on his knees hugging her and smothering her with kisses as he bawled, bawling out thank you's and gushing about how much he loved his monster slayer mommy. '..I really should tell him it wasn't a monster..but what the heck...' she thought and returned the hug, knowing she'd have to change her shirt after this. "Heh, that's me, Professional monster slayer, diaper changer and chef supreme." she coo'ed as Ben sobbed and nodded.

Bath time was more tricky then normal, since after being so scared and pooping so much, Ben was worn out and kept semi conking out and his mom had to stay on him and keep him from trying to curl up in the warm water. add onto that with him so sleepy it was a fight to get him to raise his arms and the like and it took longer then normal but at least it was worth it as she soon had a fresh and clean little guy. cradling him in her arms he was Basically asleep before she even got him to his room and diapered, it was clearly nap time. Not bothering with PJ's for the nap (it would of been next to impossible to get him in them with him this conked out) she tucked him into his toddler bed and planted a smooch on his forehead before handing him one of his stuffies, watching him snuggle into it and smile, a thumb popping into his mouth. lightly tugging the thumb out she replaced it with a paci then after making sure that the baby monitor was on and drawing his curtains shut, tiptoed out of the room. Ben just suckled on his paci, hugged his teddy and to the shock of no one who knew him, was filling the room with farts seconds later.

1 note · View note