#rustyn

[aahanna]

A son like Rustyn will fix me

[marvel-yap-blr-the-cult]

Sebastian Stan "Man bun"

Yall see Seb I see Rustyn

[youremyheaven]

mark my words, that baby Rustyn's family is going to be exposed for being shady VERY soon. those parents do not have a healthy relationship and they both seem unemployed and are using that baby to make profit (this can be said about every family vlogger) but I get soooo mad seeing that mom with Rustyn, you can SEE her mouthing the cute dialogues she fed him before the camera turned on and she always looks so anxious and worried if he'll say it right. i cannot imagine the kind of trauma that poor kid's going to grow up with. he's probably rewarded for getting the shots right and punished for getting them wrong 😭😭😭 that father guy is SHADYYYYY, I trust my gut

[jamesusilljournal]

Rustyn Yazdanpour

[rafedarling]

drew dealing with rustyns tantrums yk when toddler go through that phase 🥹

love this 👶🏻 love seeing tantrum baby vs drew dad

𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

request: open

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: new year’s eve is a night for celebrations, but for drew and you, it’s also a reminder of how challenging bedtime has become with your three-year-old son, rustyn.

warning(s): english is not my native language. toddler tantrums, perenting struggles, firm discipline (not hard or abusive)

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(love this gif)

New Year’s Eve always been a fun and filled with laughter, music, and the fairy lights strung around the living room. Rustyn, who had been riding a sugar high from earlier snacks and dancing with his parents, was now sprawled on the rug, building a block tower with Drew.

You glanced at the clock: 8:30 PM. Rustyn’s bedtime. It’s always been Rustyn bedtime since he was 1 and you never had a hard time putting him to bed until now

“Rustyn, baby,” you called gently, leaning forward. “It’s bedtime, sweetie.”

Rustyn didn’t even look up.

Drew tried, his tone still calm but a little firmer.

“Come on, bud. You know what time it is time to go to bed.”

Your son continued stacking blocks as if he hadn’t heard a word.

You sighed, standing and walking over to him.

“Do you want Mama or Dada to put you to bed tonight, honey?”

For a moment, Rustyn paused, considering. Drew added, “Mama’s asking you a question, bud. What’s it gonna be?”

Rustyn finally glanced up and answered with a defiant, “No.”

You glanced at Drew, your face falling slightly. Drew caught your look and immediately stood, scooping Rustyn up from the floor despite his protests.

“That’s not how this works, Rusty. It’s bedtime, no arguments,” Drew said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Rustyn immediately began to whine, squirming in Drew’s arms.

“No! no bedtime!”

Drew carried him to his room as you followed a few steps behind, your stomach already twisting at the familiar wails. The moment Drew closed the door to Rustyn’s room, the real tantrum began.

“No, no, no!” Rustyn screamed, his little fists pounding against Drew’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to sleep! I’m not tired!”

Drew sat down on the edge of Rustyn’s bed, holding him firmly but gently in his lap.

“Rustyn,” he said in a low, steady voice, “stop. I need you to calm down.”

Rustyn wailed louder, his little body trembling with frustration.

“No! wanna play!”

You lingered outside the door, listening as Drew handled the meltdown with his signature combination of patience and authority.

“Rusty,” Drew said again, this time softening his tone, “look at me.”

He gently cupped Rustyn’s face in his hands, guiding his tear-streaked eyes to meet his.

“I know you don’t want this fun night to end. I get it and I don’t want it to end either. But you know the rules. It’s bedtime, and your body needs rest.”

Rustyn sniffled but didn’t respond, still glaring at his dad with watery eyes.

“You’re upset,” Drew continued, “but screaming and hitting isn’t how we solve problems, is it?”

Rustyn shook his head slightly, his resolve beginning to crumble.

“Good,” Drew said, brushing a strand of hair out of Rustyn’s face.

“Now, let’s talk about this. Why don’t you want to go to bed?”

Rustyn hesitated before mumbling, “I want stay with Mama. No alone.”

Drew sighed, his features softening even more.

“You’re not alone, bud. Your room is right next to ours. Mama and I are always close by. But we need time to rest too, so we can keep having fun with you tomorrow.”

Rustyn whimpered, burying his face in Drew’s chest.

“But I’m not sleepy…”

“You’re not sleepy now,” Drew acknowledged, rubbing soothing circles on Rustyn’s back, “but if you stay up, you’ll be so tired tomorrow that you won’t want to play. Is that what you want?”

Rustyn shook his head vigorously.

“Okay, then. How about you lie down, and I’ll stay with you for a few minutes until you feel sleepy. Deal?”

Rustyn considered this before nodding slowly.

Drew glanced at you, standing in the doorway, and motioned for you to join them. You stepped inside, sitting beside Drew on the bed. Rustyn reached for you, and you took his small hand in yours.

“You know,” you said softly, “Mama doesn’t like bedtime fights either. It makes me sad to see you so upset, baby.”

Rustyn’s lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

Your heart melted.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Just try to be a good boy for Dada, okay? He’s only trying to help you.”

Rustyn nodded, leaning against Drew as his eyelids began to droop. Drew laid him down gently, pulling the blankets up around him.

“Goodnight, buddy,” Drew said, pressing a kiss to Rustyn’s forehead.

“Night night, Dada. Night night, Mama,” Rustyn murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

As the two of you stepped out of the room and closed the door, you let out a deep breath.

“See?” Drew said with a small smile. “Easy.”

You gave him a look.

“Easy? He was screaming like we were torturing him five minutes ago!”

Drew chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, maybe not easy. But he’s learning. He just needs consistency. And a little tough love.”

“You’re so good with him,” you admitted, resting your head on his chest. “I don’t know how you stay so calm.”

“It’s because I’ve got you,” Drew said, kissing the top of your head.

“We’re a team, and Rustyn’s lucky to have us.”

[sxorpiomooon]

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This is HILARIOUS bc I see them stressing out so bad there will probably be issues in you guys getting married or together something about being unconventional I am suddenly reminded of nobody wants this the new netflix show? The story is basically of how a woman who runs her sex podcast gets together with a guys who's rabi. I see their ancestors panicking bc they will be like omL tHiS IS TERRIBLE THR WORST THING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED to .... Um wait..... It's actually not that bad? I see them panicking then finally catching their breath like oh.. oooohhh it's not that deep I heard "we're fine, we are fine" lmaao it's gonna be so hilarious. Do watch that show guys

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This is extremely rude and outrageous but they might feel as if their son has wasted his potential I heard "years of hard work going into the drain" there will be a lot of drama I also feel like this is possibly mainly the mother of your fs very dramatic and doing all that for no reason sort of lady. She will probably be causing issues and trying to bring you down every chance she gets. Instead of they i keep thinking of a she again and again it's def their mother. They will feel as if they have lost and will be extremely disappointed. Oml so much drama lord I can hear an old woman crying for no fucking reason. She might give alot of taunts such as "oh irs mt fault I raised you wrong this is my failure" blahblahblah I heard old hag LMAOO so yes, don't listen to that old hag my pile 2<3

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I think they'll be quite stressed I got Italy for some reason I also think you'll be randomly revealed to them so it might take them as a surprise like huh? They might have not been aware of you before which will cause them stress. But later on I see them loving you so much especially the mother. I see the mother being the most stressed first and then ending up loving you the most. One of the parties might travel to meet the other? They will welcome you in their home very warmly. I see them treating you like their own never making you feel like an outsider lmao very close it's like they are your parents now too. "I'm coming home I'm coming home tell the world I'm coming home" i keep hearing this song again and again I'm also hearing stand by you by rachel platten. I'm even seeing wings for some reason haha. Something that I see is that they will also admire the love that you are your fs will share. Very beautiful family lord I'm seeing orange colour sunset too. Suddenly saw that super famous cute kid rustyn too.

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Hell naww, they will 100% try to persuade their son/daughter to leave your behind. I see them pulling dirty tricks😭 They might even manage to cause a rift between the two of you but I see y'all coming back together eventually again. I keep seeing someone travelling via boat in the water maybe they will quite literally try to separate you by sending them to some foreign lands but I do see both of you getting together again and them realising that they won't succeed. There might be this financial or class divide between the two of you which is why they'll do it. This reminds me of this webtoon that I was reading recently "the child that looks just like me" give it a read if you wish to.

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[godilovetheenglishx]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Acceptance that comes late

Summary: You never chose Rafe Cameron — not really. But years later, with three children and a life that feels like it was written for you, something strange begins to shift inside you. You’re no longer sure where fear ends and something else begins.

Warnings: forced marriage, implied emotional manipulation, psychological trauma, Stockholm Syndrome themes, mentions of children, slow-burn emotional softening, dark undertones, eventual comfort but complex power dynamics

Word Count: ~1.5k

You used to count the days.

How long you’d been his wife. How long since you stopped fighting. How long since you looked in the mirror and saw someone you recognized.

But somewhere around year four — maybe after the baby Lils were born — the numbers started to blur.

You stopped marking Xs on calendars. Stopped watching the seasons pass like a prisoner behind glass. Life kept moving even when you didn’t want it to. And now…

Now it was harder to remember why you hated him so much.

Rafe Cameron had stolen your life — that part was undeniable. The marriage wasn’t your choice. The ring wasn’t your pick. The house, the kids, the life? All decided for you. You were a possession first, a person second.

But God, he knew how to keep you.

The walls were lined with soft things. The fridge was always full. He never raised his voice in front of the kids. He held the baby when you were too tired to cry. He kissed your forehead like it meant something, even if you told yourself it didn’t.

And lately?

Lately you weren’t so sure.

—

It’s late when you wake up to the baby crying again.

Your youngest — barely six months. The girl with Rafe’s eyes and your mouth. She never liked the crib, always wanted to be held. Always reached for him, not you.

You press your hand to your forehead, heart pounding from a dream you don’t remember.

By the time you reach the nursery, Rafe is already there. Shirtless, sleepy-eyed, holding her against his chest like it’s second nature.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You nod. “Yeah. I thought she needed me.”

“She needed someone,” he says softly, rocking her. “You were sleeping hard. Didn’t wanna wake you.”

Your first instinct is to snap — to accuse him of treating you like you’re fragile. Like you’re still the broken, furious girl he married five years ago.

But the thing is… you’re not that girl anymore.

You step closer, watching the rise and fall of the baby’s breath against his chest.

“You’re good with her,” you murmur before you can stop yourself.

Rafe looks at you, surprised. Then he smiles — slow, quiet, warm.

“I’ve had practice,” he says.

You swallow. “Yeah.”

A silence settles between you. Not the heavy, tense kind that used to hang in the early days. This is different. It’s comfortable. Familiar.

You look at him again — really look.

The way his eyes gets red when he’s tired. The scruff on his jaw. The way he hums under his breath, some half-forgotten lullaby.

You used to flinch when he touched you.

Now? You find yourself leaning in when he brushes past. You remember the warmth. The safety. And you hate how it doesn’t scare you anymore.

He hands you the baby gently. Your fingers brush.

“Go back to sleep,” you say, voice quieter now. “I’ve got her.”

Rafe nods, but doesn’t leave.

He hesitates in the doorway, then turns back to you.

“You don’t look at me the way you used to,” he says.

You freeze.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” he says. “You just… don’t look afraid anymore.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Because it’s true. And it terrifies you.

—

A week later, you’re in the kitchen, elbows deep in pancake batter while your oldest throws crayons across the table.

“Mommy, he stole my blue!” your second boy shrieks.

You sigh. “Give it back, Russ”

“No,” he mumbles, grinning.

You open your mouth to intervene — and then Rafe’s behind you, plucking the crayon out of Rustyn's hand before you can blink.

“Don’t make me separate you two,” he warns, but there’s a smile in his voice.

You exhale. Grateful. Annoyed. Confused.

“You always come in at the exact second I need help,” you mutter as he reaches past you for coffee.

He leans in, voice low.

“I watch you. That’s why.”

You turn to look at him. His gaze is steady. He’s close enough to kiss.

And you don’t move away.

“Why do you do that?” you ask, quiet.

He tilts his head. “Do what?”

“Say things like that. Make it hard to… remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That I didn’t choose this.”

Rafe’s expression flickers — just for a second. Pain. Regret. Something else.

“I know,” he says. “I never forgot that part.”

You nod, looking down at the pancakes. “I’m trying to hate you again.”

He’s silent for a long beat.

Then:

“Is it working?”

You don’t answer.

Because it’s not.

—

That night, after the kids are down, you find yourself standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching him fold laundry like a man who’s never known chaos.

“You’re doing it wrong,” you say, half-teasing.

He glances up, surprised by your tone.

“Come fix it, then.”

You hesitate. Then step forward.

Your fingers brush his as you reach for a shirt. He doesn’t pull away. Neither do you.

It’s stupid, but your heart pounds. You’ve lived in this house for five years. You’ve had three of his children. And still, something about this moment feels new.

“I keep waiting for you to turn back into the monster I thought you were,” you whisper.

He looks at you — really looks.

“I was that monster,” he says. “And you never deserved that. But… if you ever see something different now, it’s because of you.”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know if it’s love. Or if I’m just… used to you.”

“I’ll take whatever part of you I can get,” he says quietly. “But I want you to know something.”

You look up.

“I don’t want to be your captor anymore,” he murmurs. “I want to be your choice.”

You don’t answer. You don’t know how to answer.

But later, when he reaches for you under the sheets, you don’t pull away.

And when he kisses your shoulder in the dark — soft and reverent — you don’t stop him.

Something’s changing.

And you don’t know whether to run or stay.

But for the first time…

You don’t feel like a prisoner anymore.

End.

[firefeelsfine]

• Arre chaiye kya aurat ko????

:- A baby like rustyn...🥹🤌🏻✨

[luvoverdose]

NEW FRIEND

pairing : bf!chris x gf!reader

summary : you and chris had been hanging out but then your sister and her husband have a huge emergency and your the only one who can watch her twins.

warnings : just swearing & fluff

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“Chris your getting brownie batter all over my counter.” I giggled as he flung brownie mix at me.

He paused for a moment before putting brownie mix all over his lips cause my jaw to drop.

“The brownie monster is coming for you.” He launched at me, his arms engulfing my waist.

He placed wet, messy kisses on my cheek getting chocolate all over my face.

“Ew Chris you’re gross.” Our attention was quickly averted to my loudly ringing phone.

I picked up my phone seeing my sister was calling me, with a furrow of my eyebrows i answered her putting it on speaker phone.

“Hello?”

“Can I drop Via and Rustyn off? My water just broke and these kids can’t go to the hospital.” She frantically explained to me over the phone.

“Um Chris is here, it’s that fine with you?”

“More than fine, I trust him. Thank you, you’re a life saver my dear.” I muttered a quick bye before hanging up the phone.

“Well looks like i have to babysit.” I sighed and went to wet a paper towel so I can wipe off all the chocolate on my face and the counter.

“I’m excited to finally meet your niece and nephew.” Chris exclaimed putting the bowl in the sink.

“You’ll love them, they’re the sweetest ever.”

10 minutes later a loud knock echoed through the apartment. I opened the door to see my brother in law carrying two bags, two little blonde kids next to him.

“Ok I’ll be back as soon as I can again thank you so much. I love you both.” he planted a kiss on each of their heads before giving the bags to me and heading back into his car.

“Hey guys come on inside I have a big surprise.” I took their hands and closed the door with my foot.

Chris sat up off the couch and came over to the three of us, crouching down to their level.

“I’m Chris! It’s so nice to finally meet you two, your auntie is always talking about you.”

Rustyn gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Wanna play twucks wif me? They in my bag.” He displayed a massive smile on his face and pointed to the bag in my arms.

“Of course buddy, I love trucks.” I handed the bag to Chris, Rustyn already taking off into the living room.

I felt a tug on my arm causing me to look down at the little girl next to me.

“Is he your boyfwend?” She attempted to whisper, but it was more of a regular tone.

“Mhm, isn’t he cute?”

“Ya.” She giggled and ran off into the living room, tackling Chris’s back.

“Woah there, slow your roll Olivia.” He laughed placing her on the floor.

“Me not Olivia, just Via.” She pouted while crossing her arms.

I giggled at this interaction and went to go sit on the floor with them, Rustyn climbing into my lap.

“Oh! I’m very sorry miss Via.” Chris dramatically apologized, putting a grin on the little girls face.

“Chwis tan I do you mateup?” Via pleaded pulling on his arm.

Chris looked over at me for approval to use some of my makeup, to which I nodded.

“Only use the ones in the lowest drawer.” I directed standing up, picking Rustyn up with me.

“Let’s go check on the brownies I made.” I whispered to Rustyn while walking to the kitchen.

10 minutes later Rustyn and I had already indulged in a brownie sundae, chocolate all over his face.

“What is taking these two so long.” I helped my nephew off the bar stool before we went into my room to check on the two.

Giggles filled my ears as I got closer to the open door.

“Ywou wook so pwetty, auntie will wove ywou!” I heard a sweet voice tell Chris.

“Auntie wook!” Via pointed at Chris as she sat on my vanity.

I walked over to where I’d be standing opposite of Chris. A loud laugh escaped my lips as I saw his face, makeup was awfully out everywhere but somehow he still looked hot.

“Wow you look gorgeous Chrissy.” I cooed and pinched his cheeks to which he swatted my hand away.

“Via come eat bwonie!” Rustyn told her than ran back into the kitchen.

Via squealed and reached up at me. I helped the girl down, her instantly running after her brother.

“You really do look great.” I attempted to say with a straight face, but a small smile crept in.

“Not another word.” He silenced me before grabbing a makeup wipe.

I placed a quick kiss on his cheek before exciting my room.

After hours of playing and running around, Via and Rustyn finally settled down and agreed to get ready for bed.

I got both Via and Rustyn put in pj’s and tucked them into my guest bed. Both toddlers were cuddled up in the blanket, bottles in hand and one sleeping, the other fighting sleep.

“Auntie.” Via muttered rolling over to face me.

“What Via?”

“Chwis is my new fwend.”

My heart warmed as the little girl said that.

“I’m glad you like him.” I kissed her forehead before rubbing her cheek.

“Get some rest ok.” I turned off the light and exited the room, cracking the door a bit.

I sighed loudly while plopping down next to Chris on my bed, him instantly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Thank you for helping me today, I really appreciated it.” I whispered to him, placing kisses on his face.

“Don’t thank me, I had a great time with them so.”

I stopped kissing him and held his face in between my hands.

“You know, playing with kids looks good on you. Kinda like a dilf.” He lowly chucked before kissing my lips.

“You’re such a dork.” He said in between kisses.

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aww this is cuteee, i just randomly thought of this so ya hope you liked it

[daistea]

is mithrun not named after mithril (the metal)? those words are way too similar to be in the same universe and not related. so this bitch is named after a rock. this bitch is like a poor child from utah being named after a random noun and then -lyn or -leigh at the end. this bitch name is Lakelyn. this bitch name is Ivoreigh. Gemley. Rustyn. Steeleigh.

As much as I appreciate this sentiment, in the end it’s really more of a translation thing, I think? Maybe someone who reads Japanese can tell us whether Mithrun’s name in Japanese is supposed to reference mithral— it tracks bc his eye color and ya know.. fantasy setting. But idk 🤷‍♀️ I know nothing

Anyway, him having a name in the same vein as Rayleigh or Ashleigh is so fitting with his old self, it hurts

[cafffeineconnoisseur]

not @mintchocobeans warning me to not get pregnant in college like 😋😋😋😋

Why tf do I have such a huge baby fever??? Like????????? 😭😭😭😭

[glitchartistscollective]

Rustyn Yazdanpour - untitled - 11-04-2025

Source: Glitch artists collective - Facebook

[jamesusilljournal]

Rustyn Yazdanpour

[rafedarling]

Rustyn goes through a phase where he is very clingy towards the reader and wants to hug and kiss his mother all the time and whenever Drew approaches or kisses the reader, Rustyn becomes irritable because his mother is only for him ,sorry if he gets too involved English is not my first language

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐚, 𝐧𝐨

pairing: dad!drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: drew loves teasing his little buddy especially now that rustyn has entered a clingy phase. he insists on being the sole recipient of your affection, becoming hilariously territorial whenever drew so much as gives you a kiss.

warning(s): fluff, teasing banter, a possessive toddler, mild suggestive humor between parents, and lots of adorable family dynamics.

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Rustyn just woke up from his nap as you sat comfortably on the couch, cradling Rustyn in your arms. At two years old, your son was growing fast, but right now, he seemed small and vulnerable as he snuggled against you, freshly awake from his nap. His tiny arms wrapped securely around your neck, and his head rested on your chest, soaking in your warmth.

“You have a good nap, sweetheart?” you murmured softly, running your fingers through his messy hair.

Rustyn nodded sleepily, his body still heavy with the haze of sleep. He hummed contentedly, nestling even closer.

From across the room, Drew’s familiar voice broke the peace.

“Baby,” he called, his tone laced with affection.

You looked up to find your husband leaning casually against the doorway, his blue eyes sparkling as they met yours. He wore his usual easy grin, the kind that made your heart flutter even after all these how many years.

“Hmm?” you replied, your lips curling into a smile.

Drew crossed the room in a few strides, leaning down to kiss you. His lips brushed yours softly.

Before you could reciprocate, however, a firm “No!” interrupted the moment.

You pulled back slightly, startled, and glanced down to see Rustyn glaring up at Drew. His tiny hand shot up, attempting to push Drew away from you.

“Excuse me?” Drew asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He crouched down to Rustyn’s level, resting his forearms on his knees.

“Are you trying to tell me I can’t kiss Mommy?”

Rustyn nodded solemnly, his blue eyes narrowing in determination.

“Mommy’s mine,” he declared, his voice firm despite its high-pitched sweetness.

Drew chuckled, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, really? Well, fyi ‘for your information’, little man, Mommy was my woman first. Before you even existed.”

Rustyn’s face twisted into an exaggerated pout, his small arms tightening possessively around your neck.

“No. Mommy’s mine,” he repeated, his tone unwavering.

You stifled a laugh, brushing a hand over Rustyn’s curls.

“Drew, stop teasing him. He just woke up.”

“But it’s so easy,” Drew said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your temple.

Rustyn immediately reacted, a whiny “No!” escaping him as he pushed at Drew’s shoulder with all his might.

“Alright, alright,” Drew said, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender.

“I’ll back off for now.”

Rustyn gave him a triumphant look, his little chest puffed out as he settled back against you.

You shook your head, biting back a smile.

“You know you’re just making it worse, right?”

“Yeah,” Drew admitted, plopping down on the couch beside you.

“But come on, look at him. He’s like a tiny bodyguard.”

Rustyn’s eyes darted suspiciously toward Drew, as though ensuring he wouldn’t try anything again.

Drew leaned closer to you, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“You think he’s gonna start charging me a toll just to kiss my own wife?”

You laughed quietly, careful not to disturb Rustyn.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. He’s been attached to me like glue all week.”

“Bathroom glue?” Drew asked, raising an eyebrow.

You groaned.

“Yes, even bathroom glue.”

Drew whistled, shaking his head.

“Man, he’s really got me beat.”

The next morning, Drew woke up to the sound of giggles coming from the living room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and padded down the hallway, stopping in his tracks when he saw you and Rustyn sitting on the floor.

You were still in your pjs, your hair loosely tied back, as Rustyn sat in your lap, clumsily stacking blocks. He was giggling uncontrollably.

Drew leaned against the doorway, with a fond smile across his face.

“Well, don’t I feel left out?”

Rustyn’s laughter ceased abruptly as he looked up, his expression instantly turning wary.

“Good morning, you two,” Drew said, stepping into the room.

He crouched down beside you and reached out to ruffle Rustyn’s hair.

“Morning,” you replied with a smile, tilting your head to kiss Drew on the cheek.

Rustyn, however, wasn’t having it. He quickly turned to block Drew’s path, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Mine!” he declared, his voice carrying the authority of someone much older than three.

Drew snorted. “Here we go… again.”

You tried to smooth things over, rubbing Rustyn’s back.

“Rustyn, sweetie, Dada’s just saying good morning.”

“No,” Rustyn said stubbornly, glaring at Drew.

“Wow, sassy” Drew said, sitting back on his heels.

“You really don’t want to share, huh?”

Rustyn shook his head firmly, burying his face in your shoulder.

You sighed, giving Drew an apologetic look.

“He’s in full cling mode right now. It’s a phase.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll remember this when he’s a teenager and wants nothing to do with either of us,” Drew said, though his tone was light.

Rustyn peeked out at Drew, his pout softening slightly.

“Mommy’s mine,” he whispered, as if reiterating his claim.

“Alright, alright, she’s all yours” Drew said, holding up his hands.

Rustyn grinned, clearly satisfied with his victory.

Drew shook his head, chuckling.

“You know, for someone so small, he’s got a lot of attitude.”

“Wonder where he gets it from,” you teased, raising an eyebrow at Drew.

Drew smirked. “Definitely you.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. Moments like this were your favorite.

By the afternoon, Drew decided it was time to reclaim some territory. While Rustyn was busy playing with his toy cars, Drew sidled up to you in the kitchen.

You were chopping vegetables for lunch when he slipped his arms around your waist from behind.

“Hi,” he murmured against your ear.

“Hello,” you replied, smiling as you leaned into him.

“You know,” Drew began, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I don’t think Rustyn’s watching right now.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“Drew,” you warned, though your tone lacked any real conviction.

“What? Can’t a husband show his wife some affection?” he asked innocently.

Before you could respond, the sound of tiny feet padding into the kitchen reached your ears.

Rustyn appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing when he saw Drew holding you.

“No!”

Drew sighed dramatically, releasing you and turning to face Rustyn. “Really? I can’t even hug Mommy now?”

Rustyn marched over, his little fists balled up at his sides.

“No, Dada! Mommy’s mine!”

Drew knelt down to his son’s level, shaking his head.

“You’ve got some nerve, kid.”

Rustyn crossed his arms, his pout deepening.

“Mommy loves me more.”

Drew gasped, clutching his chest as though Rustyn’s words had physically wounded him.

“Oh, that’s cold, buddy. Real cold.”

You laughed, leaning against the counter.

“You walked right into that one.”

Drew looked up at you, his expression mock-wounded.

“You’re supposed to have my back.”

“I’m just enjoying the show,” you teased.

Rustyn, now satisfied that Drew had been properly put in his place, turned back to you and raised his arms. “Mama up, pleaze.”

You obliged, scooping him up and resting him on your hip.

Drew shook his head as he stood. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Rusty.”

Rustyn stuck his tongue out at Drew, prompting you to scold him gently. “Rustyn, be nice to Dada.”

“Yeah, listen to Mommy,” Drew said, grinning.

Rustyn huffed but leaned his head against your shoulder, clearly unwilling to share you anytime soon.

Drew stepped closer, placing a hand on your back.

“One day, buddy, you’re gonna regret pushing me away. You’ll want my advice on girls, sports, life…and I might just remind you of this moment.”

Rustyn didn’t respond, already drifting off into another nap.

You smiled at Drew, your heart full. “You know he loves you, right?”

“Oh, I know,” Drew said, his grin softening into a tender smile.

“But right now, he’s a mommy’s boy so...”

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” you added knowingly.

Drew nodded, wrapping an arm around you both.

“Not for a second.”

[taylovelinus]

I’m so sick of millennial parents and their modern farmhouse aesthetic naming their kids these fuckass cracker-ass names. I just saw an influencer who named her daughter Rustyn. Always some shit about the country and dirt roads and rust on their trucks or whatever the fuck else. Naming their sons shit like Riker and Remington!! Riker?? like Riker’s island?? or Remington?? why are you naming your son after a gun manufacturer?? or Hunter. I have a cousin who named her sons Riker and Race. These names that fit the energy of a rambunctious young boy while also enforcing gender roles on them, that they should be masculine and aggressive and competitive. What about when they grow up? Imagine your son becoming a judge…. The Honorable Race Smith on the bench. Lol. Be so fucking for real. Just saw another influencer whose oldest daughter is named Trendy. You should all be incarcerated

[harvestmount]

whenever i feel sad i watch Rustyn videos on Tiktok, he lighten up my mood so easily