ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Ten

When you and Arny arrived to your apartment after dropping off Pete, Brandon, and Danny, you immediately grabbed his hand and took him into your bathroom.

"I'm not in the mood for anything," Arny withdrawals.

"Neither am I," you say hoarsely, "but we're covered in sand. Let's just take a bath."

You guys wash off the sand before embracing each other. Arny rests his chin on your shoulder and holds your waist tightly.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," you sniffle. "I didn't want to ruin your friendship. Mission failed."

"Look at me," he demands. You reluctantly meet his gaze. "I'm sorry for leaving you with him, but you don't ever have to be sorry for someone like him. Whether you had told me or not doesn't matter. He had no right and you did nothing wrong."

"I know," you fake a smile.

"Y/N, you did nothing wrong," Arny repeats.

"I know," you fight your tears.

"You did nothing wrong."

"Stop it," you say as the feeling of your walls breaking feels overwhelming.

"It's not your fault," Arny says sternly.

That was all it took for your walls to fall instantly. Your legs give in as you let out heart shattering sobs. Arny sits with you, holding you close as you cry.

"It wasn't your fault," he whispers and kisses your head.

"Why does it hurt? Make it stop, Arny! Please make it stop!" You sob into his damp skin, feeling the last bits of the walls you've built crumble.

You have never felt good about vulnerability. Not until now.

Arny feels his chest tighten at the idea of him hurting you. His best friend. He swears to himself that he'll never put you in that situation again. Over his dead body.

An idea pops into his head. He remembers the bag of little toys and bibs, realizing it could potentially distract both of you.

"Come on, little girl. Let's get you into a onesie and watch a princess movie. How's that sound, little one?" Arny strokes your hair.

It's almost like he pressed a button as you immediately regress into a four-year-old.

"Really? I wan' Mac n' cheese!" You say excited.

"Then let's go get you dressed."

Arny lifts you into his arms and walks you into your bedroom. He looks through your drawers, grabbing undergarments and a fuzzy kitten onesie.

Once you're all dressed up, Arny carries you to the living room and turns on your laptop. He goes to Disney+ and selects Mulan. You're immediately intrigued and a distracted by the music.

You suck on your paci while Arny starts on dinner for both of you.

You're so distracted by the pretty cartoon girl cutting her hair that your don't hear Arny calling you.

"Baby, I'm talking to you," he says louder.

"Sowwy, Daddy. I no heaw you," you say and turn to him, but your attention is still to the movie.

"I said dinner is ready," Arny says. He notices you aren't listening and places the plates on the coffee table. "Over my lap. Now."

"Daddy, no!" Your paci falls to the floor as you attempt to crawl away, but his hands already have a grip on your waist. "I be good girl! Pwomise!"

"Do not make me repeat myself," he says sternly.

You climb over his lap, your butt in the air, and await punishment as he opens the back of your onesie.

"We are going to count to five," he says angrily. "Understand?"

"Otay," you sniffle. "Owie!" You cry out at the first lash.

"Count, young lady," Arny demands.

"One," you cry out.

"Two."

"Three."

By five, your ass is red and your undies are soaked. You just hope that Arny doesn't notice.

"Do you understand why I punished you?" Arny holds you gently, cradling you and smoothing your sore butt.

"B'cuz I no listen," you wipe your eyes with your palm. "I sowwy."

"I accept your apology, baby," he kisses your forehead and buttons the butt flap.

(A/N: idk what those thingies are called so bare with me.)

"Let's eat, yeah?"

"Otay," you sniffle and sit criss-cross on between the coffee table and sofa.

Arny picks up your fork and tries to feed you, but you turn your head with a scowl.

"I eat awone, Daddy," you pout.

"You're too little for that," Arny argues.

"Daddy, pwease!"

"Okay, but don't make a mess," he warns you.

Well, you promised him, but the mess was still expected. After dinner, Arny gives you another bath before tucking you into bed.

He was about to sleep on the couch, but you held on to his sleeve.

"Stay wift me, Daddy," you say sleepily.

Arny climbs in beside you and holds you close.

In that moment, he realized that he loved you too.

🖤🦔☕🦔🖤