hii can i request trip OR brill (whoever you think is better fit for the fic) x fem!reader where reader and whichever guy are married and happy and have 2 kids (i was thinking the oldest one could be jace/or whatever another name!/he is in middle school idk i thought it was a kinda soc name lol) and the youngest is their daughter in elementary school. so whichever one of the guys you choose has their own business so he always has to work and he loves his family but he isn’t able to spend a lot of time with them bc he is traveling and working full time. so the reader works from home and takes care of the kids. one day after school she goes to pick them up and their oldest sons teacher stops her and tells her how her son used to get straight a’s and was like the perfect student but now he has an attitude and isn’t doing as well in school. reader also notices how at home her son locks himself in his room and is meaner to his sister and sometimes even his mom and he also quit the sport him and his dad bonded over. so that night the reader calls her husband bc she is so worried about her son and doesn’t know what to do. her husband comforts her over the phone and tells her he’s getting on a plane and coming home. he comes home to spend time with her and eventually goes to see and talk to his son and his son tells him why he’s been acting out is bc he missed him and he felt like since his dad was never there he felt alone since him and his dad were so close. he felt really bad for it and never meant to hurt his mom or his sister. after they talk he goes to talk to his wife about what him and their son talked about. he decides to tell the reader that he is going to take a break from working bc he misses her and his family and that when he goes back to working he will make sure they company stays in tulsa. reader is worried about him not working anymore bc she wants him to follow his dreams of owning his own business but he tells her that her + his kids are more important than his business.
tyy i’m sorry this is so long and i hope it makes sense 😭
Author's Note: no worries! like I said, details really help me bring the fic to life better
Clark Brillstein (Brill) x fem!reader
The autumn wind rustled the sycamore trees outside of TulsaMiddle as you waited in the carpool line, your fingers anxiously drumming the steering wheel. The pick-up routine was usually the highlight of your day — that little hour where you could see their faces again, hear all the chaos of what happened during lunch or on the bus. It kept you grounded.
Jace climbed into the front seat, slamming the door a little harder than usual. No “hey, Mom.” No smile. His backpack hit the floorboard with a dull thud.
From the backseat, your daughter — seven-year-old Maisie — gave a little wave. “Hi, Mommy!”
You gave her a soft smile through the rearview. “Hi, sweetheart.”
As you shifted into drive, you caught sight of someone flagging you down. It was Mrs. Cranston — Jace’s homeroom teacher. You rolled the window down, heart crawling up your throat.
“Mrs. Brillstein, do you have a minute?”
Jace groaned under his breath. “Seriously?”
You forced a smile. “Of course. What’s going on?”
Mrs. Cranston glanced sympathetically toward your son, then back at you. “I just wanted to check in. Jace has always been such a bright, focused student. Straight A’s. Kind. Lately… well, I’ve noticed some changes. He’s been distracted, short-tempered. Missed a few assignments. And he quit the soccer team, which surprised us all.”
“Thanks for telling me,” you managed. “I’ll talk to him.”
Jace didn’t speak the rest of the ride. When you pulled into the driveway, he slammed the car door and stomped into the house like it was the worst place in the world to be. He barely even looked at Maisie when she asked him to play a board game.
That night, after the kids were asleep — or pretending to be — you stood barefoot in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear, trying to steady your voice.
“Brill,” you whispered. “Something’s wrong with Jace.”
Static crackled on the other end before your husband’s voice, warm and exhausted, finally came through.
You told him everything — the teacher’s concern, the locked bedroom door, the quitting. How Maisie cried because her big brother told her to shut up. How you felt like you were failing.
There was a long pause. You could practically feel how far away he was, in whatever quiet hotel room in whatever big city his business had taken him this week.
“I’m getting on a plane,” he said.
He walked in the next morning, before breakfast, his suitcase still in the hallway. His tie was half-loosened, hair messy from sleeping on a red-eye flight, and you had never loved him more.
Jace came down the stairs, yawning, still in his flannel pajamas. The moment he saw his father, his whole body stiffened.
“Hey, bud,” Brill said gently.
Jace didn’t say anything. Just turned on his heel and went back upstairs.
Brill didn’t push. He gave him time — let him stew, let him think. That afternoon, he knocked on Jace’s door and quietly walked in.
Jace was sitting at his desk, his back turned.
“You mad at me?” Brill asked softly.
“No,” Jace said. But his voice cracked.
Brill crossed the room and crouched next to his son. “Then talk to me.”
Jace turned his head, finally meeting his father’s eyes. There were tears clinging to his lashes, but he didn’t let them fall. “You were never home anymore. I didn’t know when you were coming back. And I kept waiting, and you didn’t.”
Brill didn’t interrupt. He let the boy speak.
“I just—” Jace rubbed his nose, angry at himself for crying. “I miss you. That’s all. I just missed you.”
Brill reached forward and pulled him into a hug. Jace’s arms tightened around his dad’s neck like he was afraid he’d vanish again.
“I missed you too,” Brill said. “So damn much.”
Later that night, you found Brill sitting on the porch swing, elbows on his knees. You sat beside him, tucking your legs underneath you.
He didn’t look at you when he spoke, but you could feel the emotion in his words.
“I talked to Jace. He told me everything.” He glanced at you then. “You were right to be worried.”
“I didn’t want to be right.”
He nodded slowly. “I’m taking a break. From the business.”
You blinked. “Brill, no—this is what you’ve worked for—”
He turned to face you, taking your hand in his. “And it means nothing if I lose you. Or them. Tulsa’s where my family is. I’ll move the company here. I’ll run it differently. But I’m not going to miss another year.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks. “Are you sure?”
He kissed the back of your hand. “You and the kids are the dream. The rest is just money.”
That night, Jace fell asleep with his head on his dad’s shoulder while watching an old football game. Maisie curled up on your lap with her favorite book. The living room was warm and dim, wrapped in soft lamp light and the scent of popcorn.
It wasn’t a perfect house. It wasn’t even a quiet one.
And Brill would never leave it behind again.
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