— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧.

❝𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬.❞ (rp account)

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

❝𝐖𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?❞

Cαptαın Olıvıα Benson.

AU portrayal by #McDimples.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

She’s coming through the door a little after midnight. But hoping her munchkin is already fast asleep with how late it is.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

An eyebrow arches at the bold gesture by her daughter.

“But Santa won’t come if you’re awake, Millie bug. Don’t you want presents?”

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

That he is!

Which means a certain munchkin has to get in bed early!

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@minimxlice The microwave beeping, Olivia takes out the bag of popcorn and turns to see the bowl that Amelia has.

“That’s perfect, Millie bug.” She smiles, taking the bowl to fill it with the freshly popped popcorn. “Did you decide which one we’re watching?”

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

She’s in the kitchen getting popcorn and juice ready for @minimxlice. It’s a Christmas movie night in the Benson household.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

Hopefully Santa doesn’t mind a little shared germs in his cookies.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

She needs to come home.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

Where is @jocundeerie?

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn — closely as he steps down off the stool once done using it. He's not a baby anymore, but he'll always be her baby. Even when he unknowingly puts little cracks in her heart.

"Go pick a book and bring it to my room, okay? I'm going to change while you do that."

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn — mom guilt that she'd hoped to cry over once alone in the safety of her own space. Some sacrifices truly do go unnoticed as a mother. But she'd do it over and over again, for him.

She wipes the bit of water and toothpaste he left on the counter of the sink. Watching him —

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn — isn’t the time to be spiraling into self doubt and insecurities. She can do that once he’s tucked into bed and carried away by his dreams.

“Brush the ones in back too, don’t want any of the cavity bugs left behind.” She reminds him, watching as he finally brushes his teeth.

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn — deeply. Makes her question if she’s even doing a halfway decent job at being a mother. It’s not like she had the worlds best mom to set the example.

“You’ll feel tired once you lay down, I promise.” She’s quick to push out of her thoughts and away from those inner demons. It —

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn — while standing from the end of his bed. Maybe if she leads him toward the bathroom, he’ll follow after her. He used to want to be anywhere she was, when he was little and thought she hung the stars and the moon just for him.

“You can have a big breakfast. Now, come on. Teeth.”

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

@littlebenscn She has to use most of her willpower to keep her frustrations at bay. Mentally she’s screaming, but outwardly she’s as cool as a cucumber. Or whatever the stupid saying is.

“Noah, we had dinner an hour ago. You had three whole pieces of pizza. And a brownie.” She points out —

[— 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. @VeiledAnguish]

I finally got you to make one of those meals from your dozens of recipe books. The wait certainly didn’t disappoint!