#dad!robert robertson

[quitealotofsodapop]

Considering fic idea where Robert starts working at SDN, but he has an almost-newborn baby in a lil sling when he signs on.

But I'm not sure what I love more;

Sam: Literal phoenix baby that hatched from an egg Robert found - gets mistaken for Flambert love child.

Abby: Mad science test tube attempt at making a Ditto-style superweapon that imprinted on Robert, and now looks like a Mini-Bob - can copy 1/10 of a persons powers.

Both?

[c-your-hero]

POST #10: Blurt

DESC.: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, established relationships

Notes: Robert IV has too many similarities to his father. Specifically, his mouth.

Author's Note: Lmk if I should make more parts to this, it's fun.

Author's Update: I made it a series.

"Daddy, why does he talk all funny? What's up with that?"

"Mommy, I'm 4, not 50."

"I love brownies! From my rooter to tooter, or whatever the saying is."

She sometimes wondered if she let Robert talk to her stomach too much during her pregnancy, because she was now stuck with two sarcastic, blunt Roberts' and another swollen womb.

And her husband never made it easier.

"He talks like that because he's an attention wh*re. Don't repeat that, mommy doesn't like it. It's not nice."

"Yeah, mommy. Have some decorum, our boy's a big boy, not an old man."

"That's not- you know what? Heck yeah, Bobbi. Rooter to tooter."

Currently, the three of them were at the grocery store, behaving for once. Robert pushes the cart, his free hand on the small of his wife's stiff back and constantly checking on her.

Bobbi, putting the food in the buggy, rants curiosly. Sometimes about the food, sometimes about animals, or about his unborn sister. If they were being honest, it was moreso his sister.

"Mommy. Does sister like brownies? I don't know if we can be friends if she doesn't like brownies."

"It depends on what I crave, baby. So, I suppose so."

"Even if she didn't, you're stuck with her. So suck up your brownie b*tching and grab the juice."

"Robert."

"Okay, daddy."

Feeling eyes on them, he brings his wife closer and turns. He meets the gaze of a random worker, nodding kindly at her shocked and concerned face.

"Mornin'."

The boy rushed back, placing the jug inside the buggy. He grins when his father ruffled his hair, hugging his leg tightly. Robert smiled, hugging him back before sending off once more.

As they spoke, a man bumps into his wife's shoulder, his warm and relaxed gaze hardening almost immediately. Despite not being at fault, she apologized kindly.

"Whatever, b*tch, just watch where you're going."

"Mommy's not a b*tch, she's a mommy."

Bobbi speaks up before any words of poison could escape his father's mouth. She scolds the young boy, hands on her hips. She's ignored as the boy stood in front of her protectively.

His next words makes his father laugh.

"You're the b*tch, b*tch man."

"B*tch man, huh? He's more of a c*nt e**ing basic b*tch boy with no manners."

"No manners, daddy."

"I know, bud. Sucks. I bet he's used to suc-"

"Robert!"

"What?"/"Yes?"

Both Roberts' respond, looking confused, as if the concept of having a dirty mouth was even possible in this context. She turns to the fuming man, apologizing frantically.

Robert shrugs, guiding them away, his hand tighter on her hip in frustration. Bobbi, however, happily skipped next to his mother, looking up for praise or validation.

She sighs at how casual they were about it.

"So, what's next on the list?"

[writinghellhounds]

Robert x GN baby!reader

This is the completed version of my wip!

Updated Warnings: uhhh kinda angsty, Robert feeling bad, financial insecurity and kinda parental insecurity idk i think that fits🤷🏾‍♀️, bittersweat-fluff thing near the end

Disclaimer: kinda my first time writing a fic so sorry about any mistakes

Full story under the cut enjoy :3

As Robert finished parking he took a minute to gather himself, holding the steering wheel firmly with both hands he sat with his head laid back trying to calm his nerves. He didn't really want to do this, but he needed to.

“Come on…” Robert whispered, trying to coax himself into letting go of the steering wheel and getting out. He didn't want to leave you, he already felt like he was turning into his father with how much he left you with a babysitter, but now he couldn't even afford one.

He'd blown all his money on his father's suit and he felt ashamed for it, that money was supposed to be yours too. He could have used it for more useful things for you- but no he just had to throw money at that damn death trap.

It made him feel worse than his father, ‘at least he could pay to spoil Robert’, ‘at least he didn't have to move him into crappy one bedroom apartments’ he'd often think to himself, filling him with more and more shame each time.

He couldn't even give you time, the least he could do was give you a comfortable lifestyle and he was failing at that too.

*Clink*

The sound of something hard hitting the center console snapped him out of thought. It was your Keychain toy you had thrown, surprisingly it fully made it onto the console.

Without much thought Robert unbuckled his seat belt and picked up the Keychain, fully turning himself so then he could face you and return the toy like he always did.

“Here ya’ go” he said softly, as he handed it to your awaiting grabby hands, smiling at him you held the toy in both hands, making Robert crack a small smile himself.

Maybe this was his sign… his sign from you that you'd be ok without him, you wouldn't hate him. Maybe.

“Is it... ok if I go?” Robert hesitantly asked, forgetting you couldn't even say daddy yet, but he just felt he had to ask. Maybe you'd understand.

And you responded, you responded by jingling your plastic keys and babbling excitedly. Maybe that was your yes, or maybe you just wanted to throw them at him again. He decided to go with option one.

“Ok then..” he said softly, he was going to try to listen to his 1 year old baby. It made him feel a bit silly but maybe it's what he needed to do.

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“Ok, so when will pickup be?” He asked the daycare worker, as he still held you tight. He didn't want to let you go just yet. “pickups will be at 10” she replied shortly as she finished logging them into the computer

“Ah, ok” he quickly replied, adjusting you in his arms, “do they need that bag?” She asked, pointing near his feet at the baby bag he'd brought in. “Oh yeah, here” he said as he bent down halfway to pick it up and handed it to her.

“Ok, you can go ahead and sit them down on that rug over there” she softly said pointing to a round pink rug that already had toy baskets set down awaiting the chubby little hands of babies.

And there's the hard part, now he'd actually have to let you go, now he'd actually have to listen to the response you gave him in the car.

‘Ok Rob, just sit them down on the carpet. It's not that hard. They'll be fine here’ he tried to reassure, as he walked slowly to the rug. Trying to take all the time he could to hold you before he'd have to leave.

When he finally reached the rug he stood still for a minute, still unsure of what he was doing, until he heard a happy squeal come from you.

He looked down and saw you smiling wide and reaching out your little chubby hands towards a basket of blocks.

And there's his second sign, ‘you'll be fine’ he thought for the final time, finally making up his mind, as he gave you a small kiss on the head and lowered himself to put you down.

And when he did you made a b-line for the blocks, leaving him behind faster than he thought you would. Almost hurting his feelings a bit but he knew you didn't mean it.

"Yeah, they'll be fine" he whispered to himself, fully standing back up, and making his way back to the entrance. Giving one last slightly concerned look and wave before exiting.

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Gonna finish it here for now! (Might tweak a few parts later idk, I'll see how i like it when I'm not half asleep)

Masterlist- meep

[c-your-hero]

POST #13: Hero

DESC.: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, established relationship

Notes: Same universe as "Blurt" and "Waiting in the Lobby". Mostly centered around Bobbi and Robert.

"I don't want you to tuck me in, daddy. I want mommy,"

"I know, bud. But little sister is making her feel sick right now. I'm the only option you've got."

With a disappointed and dramatic sigh, he lets his father pick him up and kiss his head. Reluctantly, he allows himself to rest his chubby little cheek on Robert's shoulder.

He chuckles, entering the boy's room, careful not to step on his stuffed dog toy. He was pretty sensitive when it came to it. He sets him down and tucks him in, fiddling with his hair.

"Comfy?"

"Um... I guess, daddy."

"What's wr... oh, you little-!"

Bobbi squeals loudly as his sides are attacked, squirming as he giggled and swatted at him. Robert shushes him, despite his actions not stopping or slowing down.

"Sh, hey, hey! Your mom's trying to sleep. Be quiet,"

"Poking, daddy, poking!"

"Alright, alright. No more poking."

He raises his hands up in defense. Bobbi catches his breath, before blowing a big and long raspberry at the man. Robert's fakes offense, hand over his heart.

Bobbi giggles, slumping into his pillows once more. His eyes look up into his father's, a mirror of the boy's young soul as well as his mother's. Robert smiles softly, kissing his head.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Are you proud of me?"

Robert pauses, brows twitching upward in confusion as well as shock at the sudden question. He eyes the young boy, cupping his tiny chin. He gives him a concerned grin.

"Why ask that, baby boy?"

"I'm not a hero like you, or grandpa, or grandpa Chase. Would I have to be a hero to-?"

"No."

He immediately said, face hardening. He kept his voice soft as he grabs one of the boy's smaller hands and cups his face. His thumbs trace the back of his hand.

He traces the birthmark behind his ear and on the back of his hand, smiling softly at the sight. He then looks the boy in the eye, uttering his name as softly as he could.

"You, little Bobbi, make me and mom proud every day by just being you. I never want you to have that life like I had. Mecha Man doesn't make the person, the person underneath is what makes the hero a good one."

"... mommy's proud of me?"

"Is that the only thing you focused on?"

He laughs, shaking his head at the boy's joyful face. Such a mama's boy. Like he could complain, being as equally (if not, much more) obsessed with the missus.

"But yes, mama's proud of you. But I'm right here, too, ya know-"

"Since mommy's proud of me, does that mean that I can't be her hero?"

Robert chuckles softly, clutching at his shirt as he leans against the boy's bed. He was just too cute for his own good despite him trying to act tough and keep up with him.

"Yeah, bud. You can. I'll even help you, if you want. Mommy, too. We'll raise you right."

"Even if I say bad words?"

"Even if you say bad words. Try not to, okay? Mommy doesn't like it. Now go to bed, I don't wanna hear a peep from you in the morning about being tired."

He adjusted the boy's blankets, kissing his nose playfully before standing. He turns on his nightlight and makes sure his stiffed dog toy guarded the door the way he liked.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"You're my hero."

He turns, shocked, the boy already asleep. He stares at the boy, letting out a breath he didn't know he held, eyes watering. Her shakes out his shaking hands, and walks out quietly.

He walks to his and his wife's shared bedroom, swallowing thickly as he slips behind her. She hums, yawning as she woke up enough to mumble his name, noticing his stiffness.

"... I'm a hero."

She blinks up at him, sleepily squinting. She takes in his face expression, reaching for him. He carefully turned her around, scarred hands cupping her back and hips.

"Yeah, you are."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Continuation of Robert having two chaotic babies.

A young prospective hero in the lobby cannot help but coo. Waterboy is clearly nervous about a job interview, but the little family's presence seems to calm him. When Robert moves over to help the younger man with his tie, Abby reaches out to gently slap the water on the meta's face. Sam dislikes the tiny droplets of water and voices his disgust with a short scree.

Flambae, Mecha Man's foe, enters the building. Robert hopes that the ex-villain doesn't recognise him out of the suit.

Abby, ever the social butterfly, waves at the newcomer.

Flambae's aloof stride is halted to wave back at the tiny girl. An undeniably warm smile on his face, despite the missing tooth.

Sam takes the opportunity to continue his complaints about the water by setting himself alight.

The brief flash of panic in the lobby only pauses with Robert's unamused expression.

Robert: "Sammy, baby. I know you're upset, but setting yourself on fire scares people."

Sam: (*annoyed grumbles as the cold flames die down*)

Waterboy, startled: "Th-that-?"

Robert, noticing the stares from the others: "Sorry. It's all theatrics. His fire doesn't even burn things."

Abby: (*copies her little brother and cloaks herself in cold fire*) :D

Robert, exasperated: "That goes for the little miss too."

Flambae: (*lets out a wordless laugh and continues on his path*)

Waterboy: O-oh. That must be difficult- inconvenient to ma-manage."

Robert: "You have No idea."

Blazer is surprised to see Robert bring in his two little ones, but she's instantly charmed by them. Abby giggling and waving to her in greeting while Sam stares mesmerised by the blonde hero's red amulet.

Invisigal doesn't hide inside the conference room for long. Abby was let loose from the carrier so her dad could put on his new uniformed shirt, only for the little girl to pounce on a seemingly empty chair.

Visi comments brazenly on Robert's tiny brood and his "dad bod" - that stings him just a little bit harder than intended.

The Z-Team are quick to joke about Robert "not being careful" when he mentions having two under-two-year olds.

The ex-villains also laugh when a distinctly youthful babble addresses them.

Flambae, soft laugh: "Ha ha. I know who that is. Thats the one who waved at me in the lobby." Mal: "Aww. Any little horns or tails?" Flambae: "No, she's a pretty normie-looking baby. Big angel face like the cover of a hallmark card... then she set herself on fire." Prism: "What?!" XD Punch Up: "A little fire starter?" Flambae: "Both of them! Sonar: "THERE'S TWO!?!"

This quickly leads to a rabbit hole of Prism subtly probing Robert for answers on where he was roughly 9 or 10 months ago, and if the babies' other parent(s) is in the picture.

She makes an amused hum when Robert stumbles to find answers.

Robert finds himself unexpectedly ambushed in the breakroom by most of the Z-Team.

Golem: "Oh dang, he really did bring his baby to work." Flambae: "Told you." Robert, goofy smile: "You know what's cuter than one baby?" (*spins around, revealing a napping Sam*) "TWO babies!" Z-Team: (*go nuts!*) :O! Sam, rudely awakened: >:O! Sam: (*sets himself on fire*) Z-Team: (*turn to look pointedly at Flambae*) Flambae: "What?"

[quitealotofsodapop]

the MINUTE that Abigail's safety is threatened, HOOO boy, Robert needs to be held back by everyone on the team before he goes all out Ethan Winters on those sum bitches

Prev.

If any VandCo representative starts sniffing around SND, asking any invasive questions, Robert immediately plays dumb.

VandCo Rep: "Mr Robertson, are you or have you ever been employed by VandLabs or any of our subsidiaries?" Robert: "VandLabs? Nah, I don't even know anyone working with them. I was a freelance programmer before I took this job." VandCo Rep, still suspicious: "That's fine. I also noticed that you have two dependents on your SDN insurance paperwork?" Robert: "My son and daughter, yeah." VandCo: "Unusual to have two new dependents only within the last year." Robert, acting sheepish: "I wasn't being very careful..."

And if VandCo ever tried to forcibly "repossess" Abigail - the whole Torrance branch comes forward to defend Robert.

Clearly, Abby is his! Her DNA tests prove it! (It also says she has multiple potential fathers, but Robert just acts coy again.)

The other dispatchers and support staff corroborate that Robert has been taking Abby and Sam to work with him ever since he started as the Z-Team's dispatcher.

The Z-Team themselves are super-protective of the kiddos, so they're more vocal/aggressive about keeping Abby with her Dad.

Good luck to VandLabs if they ever manage to kidnap Abby and/or Sam into their care - they'll soon have a half-finished mech suit busting through their doors, followed by a cavalry of pissed-off supers.

[c-your-hero]

POST #14: SOUR PATCH

DESC.: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, established relationships

Notes: Kind of Hinting towards "Post #12", but not really (bc not the same universe)? But kinda. Mentions of tantrums and jealousy.

Author's Note: The ending doesn't hit the same since some of my progress didn't save. Hope you guys like it, tho. In the "Blurt" universe.

"... bullsh*t."

"Bobbi, please watch your mouth. For the fifth time today."

His mother scolds his sudden declaration, her hands on her widening hips. He doesn't look up at her, his arms crossed as he scrunched up his nose down at his plate of lunch.

Robert raises a brow, quiet as he sips on his drink, waiting for the kid to clap back or to grumble in defeat. He got worried when he did neither, his gaze meeting his wife's.

He leans forward, trying to look at him.

"... Bobbi?"

He doesn't respond, his small hands picking at his food with a sad pout on his face. His wife gently called out to Bobbi, setting down her cleaning rag in concern. She's ignored.

Setting down his cup and his newspaper (her and the team teases him for becoming an old man), he scoots closer to the younger Robert, brushing hair out of his chubby face.

"Hey, Bobbi, what's bullsh*t to you, hm? What's going on in that little brownie head of yours?"

"My head's not a brownie, daddy."

"You're right, it isn't. It's a perfectly shaped sad boy's head... well, counting out your forehead-"

The boy, in no mood, started to grunt in frustration, pushing frantically at his father. The movements were angry, his little face was angry, but he knew better.

This wasn't a regular tantrum.

"Hey, hey, shh,"

He cooed at the boy, letting him push and shove while also trying to bring him into his lap. When he managed to do so, the boy kicks, and smacks, and headbutts at his abdomen.

"Bob..."

"He's fine, sweetheart. I'm fine. Why don't you go sit down for a bit, you've been standing for too long. We'll meet you there."

She jumps as the boy started to scream and squeal on top of his lungs, a hand going to her chest as she was startled. With a bit more coaxing, she walked off to the living room.

When she was safely out of the way, he turns his attention to the boy in his arms. He holds him close, letting him get as much as he could out of his system.

Although his face was blank and unbothered, his heart clenched in worry. He wanted to pry the answers out of the boy, protecting him from whatever emotion he was feeling.

But, that wouldn't do anyone any good.

"It's okay, that's it. Get it out, Bobbi. Put your hurt on me. It's okay,"

He utters soft nothings to the squirming and squealing boy, leaning back in his chair. He kicked, and smacked, and scratched, and squealed until his face turned red.

Then, he suddenly stops, causing Robert to blink down at him. He eyes his tiny face, as if he was catching up to the fact that he was hitting his own father. He looks up at him, and then...

He sobs.

It was a heavy sob, one that made his own eyes water. It was so heavy for a child so small. It was full of guilt, confusion, a mourning of some type. But, it was also apologetic.

He hugs him with a hiccup, sobbing harder. He couldn't get his apology out, too panicked to do anything but cry. He rocks the boy, rubbing his back with slow circles.

"Oh, man, you panic just like your mother."

He utters to himself with a sigh, kissing the boy's hairline before standing. Still in his arms, the boy clings onto him tighter. He shushes him, pacing the kitchen and dining room slowly.

"I'm not going anywhere, bud. I just need you to breathe for me, okay? Deep breaths, nice and big. In the nose, out the mouth."

The boy looks up, pitiful, speaking through his tears. It would make no sense to anyone on the outside. But he raised the little babbler, it's easy to understand any nonsense he speaks.

"Oh, bud, it's okay. No one's mad at you. We know something's wrong."

*More nonsense.*

"You weren't being mean."

*More sniffles and hiccups.*

"Mommy would agree, you're not a mean boy, Bobbi."

*Sobbing and weak gestures.*

"Bobbi, I can handle some tantrum, okay? Daddy's okay, mommy's okay. We're just worried."

This continues for a while, Robert patient as he continues to pace and rub at his son's back slowly. And slowly, fortunately, the boy quiets down and relaxes in his arms.

His face and ears red, eyes puffy as they drooped lowly. His nose was snotty, coughing occasionally to catch his breath. Robert grabs a tissue, gently cupping his nose.

"Blow."

He did without complaint. Robert continued with this, helping the boy clean up before taking him to his mother.

With how worried and emotional she was at the moment (he never called her hormonal after the first time when having Bobbi. He still had the scar), it wouldn't be the best idea for her to see her baby like this.

So, he took him to the bathroom. He helped him clean his face, brush his teeth, and take a warm bath. As he was washing his hair (it was past due), Bobbi speaks up. Raspy but clearly.

"Why am I taking a bath, daddy?"

"Mama likes to call it a reset. You know, starting over. Every time she would cry and get all snotty-nosed, she'd do this and watch cartoons. Isn't it nice?"

The boy said nothing as he thinks about his answer. Eventually, he slowly nods in response. Robert smiled softly, before tilting his head back to rinse out his hair.

Between each step, he would kiss anywhere he could reach. His hairline, his forehead, his nose, his cheeks (and maybe blowing raspberries and biting them teasingly), his little chin.

Knowing that his wife was currently emotional (he would never call her hormonal again after what happened last pregnancy. He still has the scar), he wanted to be sure he was presentable.

About 20 minutes later, he has the boy wrapped in a warm towel, holding him close as he lets the bathtub drain. And before he could get him in his clothes (excluding his underwear), he runs.

Robert laughs softly as he did, grabbing his pajamas and his towel, slowly walking after him. Hearing tiny feet running towards the living room, she looks up, hands cupping her womb.

She smiles softly at the boy, watching him rush in with wet hair and almost naked. Back still wet, he grunts and struggles to climb onto the couch to sit next to her.

"Where're your clothes, baby Robert?"

She doesn't get an answer, the tiny boy hugging her stomach, planting his face in the swollen and stretched skin. She jumps, more in startlement than in pain.

She looks up as Robert walks in with a chuckle. When she repeats her question to her husband, he explains what happened as he sits down so Bobbi was in the middle.

"I don't want a sister who takes stuff from me! I wanna have a sister that plays, and be's a baby, and eats brownies with me, and knows how to sneak snacks from daddy like I do, and-"

The boy continued to rant, no longer caring about not letting his father dry him off. His parents listen patiently, Robert reaching out to dry him off and make sure his hair wasn't damp.

He makes sure he puts lotion on his tiny limbs, managing to slip on pants on the boy before giving up when he didn't cooperate and move. He shakes his head, sighing fondly.

Before Bobbi could make himself dizzy with his ranting (it's happened before), she shushes him. She pulls away slightly to cup at his face and stare at him.

She did that a lot, admiring her little family.

"Bobbi, baby. Deep breaths. Tell mama what you need or how you feel."

"... I don't want you or daddy to like sister more than me."

"Oh, Bobbi,"

"You silly boy."

Both of his parents hold him close that afternoon. No matter how much he protested about his dad kissing him too much or how his mother never seemed to stray too far.

He was theirs, he'd always be.

"How can we not like or love someone like you?"

[c-your-hero]

POST #11: Waiting in the Lobby

DESC.: mom!reader, wife!reader, pregnant!reader, established relationships

Notes: Waiting your turn at parent-teacher conferences are never fun.

Author's Note: In the same universe as "POST #10".

"Bobbi, stand still."

"I am still, daddy."

"Yeah, right. Because you rocking in circles like an asylum patient is being still."

"I'm not moving from- from my spot! I'm bored!"

"For the love of-"

"Boys."

Both of them instantly quiet down at the woman's sigh. Waiting in the lobby of Bobbi's daycare, the Robertsons' found ways to entertain themselves.

Unfortunately, that meant that the boys constantly picked on each other for said entertainment. Sitting on the floor, between her thighs, Bobbi constantly pouted at his father.

"Mommy. Mo- mommy, get your husband."

"That's a big word for you, isn't it?"

"Fu-"

Before the boy could curse, she pops his mouth. He blinks, covering his mouth, but complies. He wasn't even shocked or saddened by the fact, knowing that it was wrong.

Plus, it wasn't the first time.

A nearby worker eyes them, amused but all the same worried. Robert immediately catches the stare, grinning kindly and waving at the woman.

"Hey. Rough morning."

"It's 3 o'clock, daddy. That's not morning. It's a PM."

His wife sighs, squirming in her seat with a uncomfortable wince. Both Roberts' eyes darting towards here, alert. Robert gently shushes her, helping her get comfortable.

She smiles, a bit strained, reassuring both of them that she was fine. And after 10 minutes, they stop hovering. A kid about Bobbi's age rushed over with a grin.

"Mrs. Robertson, can I play with Bobbi?"

"Sure, honey. If he wants to,"

"Bobbi, you wanna play? My mommy says I can if you want to while we, um, wait-"

"I'm sitting with my mommy. Are you crazy-?"

"Bobbi, go play. I'm fine. Your father's here to help, I promise."

The boy looks up at her, unsure, pouting. She smiles, bending down to kiss his head. He then eyes his father, who snorts and shoos him away with a reassuring smirk.

He grins back, rushing off with a cackle.

She sighs, tiredly leaning on her husband's shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, kissing at her head and forehead. He utters softly against her skin, concerned.

She waves off the concerns, eyes closing as she slumps more into him. He smiles a small smile, continuing to kiss her head, a hand cupping her swollen and tender stomach.

They stay like that for a while before they were called.

"Robertson family?"