'For you'
... My dear friend emocezi found this comment. She wanted Roque + toddler + phone.
You are awesome, dear. I doubt I'd ever never write Roque seriously but you help.
Title: 'For you'
Genre: fluffy? Losers
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Cuteness??
Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Losers' or any characters associated therein. I make no money off writing and posting this.
As a note, i heard that Pooch had 2 girls in the comic, not a son as he had in the movie. So, cue the cute girl.
Roque will never be one to settle and have himself a kid. He’s too much of a free man, loves his work too much, and knows everyone thinks he’s far too much a hard-ass to be a parent. He’s cool with that. He’s got a damn reputation to uphold. He is THE badass of the Losers, as far as he’s concerned, and he’s determined to keep it that way.
Still, sitting on Pooch’s back porch on a Saturday evening with a cold beer and watching the kids play, it’s nearly good. There is something nice about just sitting on the side, not having to claim any responsibility for them, but being there. Jolene is giving him that Look she gets, because he’s taking long drags off a perfectly good cigar, but he knows the rules of her house. Never smoke inside, and not when the kids are right there. And her little girl, nearly three, is running around the yard far enough away he merely gives her the look back. He’s not going to give up a perfectly good, well-made smoke because one of the little brats is too... Damn.
Little Terri’s toy phone-on-wheels has started ringing, and the whole team pauses. Like some kind of ritual, the cheeky kid walks toward the porch, dragging the poor phone through the grass and studying each man in turn. Finally she stops in front of Roque and pushes the phone ahead of her onto the wooden porch. He promtly puts out his cigar, knowing what’s coming even though he has tried multiple times to deny the task that’s coming.
“Unca Ro’. It’s for you.”
He looks into that face that looks so much like her momma, with the same determined jaw and glare, although her smile is just like her dad’s. With a small put-upon sigh he take the proffered phone off the cradle and sets it against his ear.
“Hello? No. I’m not sure. I think she’s standing right here.” He winks at Terri as he pulls the phone away from his head. “Cupcake,” he starts, stealing Jensen’s nickname for her to enhance the effect. “Don’t stay out all night, hear?” She squeals and steals the phone back, scampering off into the yard to pick on Jensen’s niece. He watches her leave before pulling his lighter out and relighting his smoke.
He knows the guys are going to harrass him about it later, and he’ll grumble and be an ass about it. Away from the kids. Because he’s a badass bastard, but he will abide by the cardinal rule.
When a little kid hands you a ringing phone, real or toy, you answer the damn thing. And then remember to give it back.
You are awesome, dear. I doubt I'd ever never write Roque seriously but you help.
Title: 'For you'
Genre: fluffy? Losers
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Cuteness??
Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Losers' or any characters associated therein. I make no money off writing and posting this.
As a note, i heard that Pooch had 2 girls in the comic, not a son as he had in the movie. So, cue the cute girl.
Roque will never be one to settle and have himself a kid. He’s too much of a free man, loves his work too much, and knows everyone thinks he’s far too much a hard-ass to be a parent. He’s cool with that. He’s got a damn reputation to uphold. He is THE badass of the Losers, as far as he’s concerned, and he’s determined to keep it that way.
Still, sitting on Pooch’s back porch on a Saturday evening with a cold beer and watching the kids play, it’s nearly good. There is something nice about just sitting on the side, not having to claim any responsibility for them, but being there. Jolene is giving him that Look she gets, because he’s taking long drags off a perfectly good cigar, but he knows the rules of her house. Never smoke inside, and not when the kids are right there. And her little girl, nearly three, is running around the yard far enough away he merely gives her the look back. He’s not going to give up a perfectly good, well-made smoke because one of the little brats is too... Damn.
Little Terri’s toy phone-on-wheels has started ringing, and the whole team pauses. Like some kind of ritual, the cheeky kid walks toward the porch, dragging the poor phone through the grass and studying each man in turn. Finally she stops in front of Roque and pushes the phone ahead of her onto the wooden porch. He promtly puts out his cigar, knowing what’s coming even though he has tried multiple times to deny the task that’s coming.
“Unca Ro’. It’s for you.”
He looks into that face that looks so much like her momma, with the same determined jaw and glare, although her smile is just like her dad’s. With a small put-upon sigh he take the proffered phone off the cradle and sets it against his ear.
“Hello? No. I’m not sure. I think she’s standing right here.” He winks at Terri as he pulls the phone away from his head. “Cupcake,” he starts, stealing Jensen’s nickname for her to enhance the effect. “Don’t stay out all night, hear?” She squeals and steals the phone back, scampering off into the yard to pick on Jensen’s niece. He watches her leave before pulling his lighter out and relighting his smoke.
He knows the guys are going to harrass him about it later, and he’ll grumble and be an ass about it. Away from the kids. Because he’s a badass bastard, but he will abide by the cardinal rule.
When a little kid hands you a ringing phone, real or toy, you answer the damn thing. And then remember to give it back.