just a little wholesome fic and a bit ofc
for lumpy.
arighty enjoy!
Requested by Anonymous
He isn't the smartest, but he is the best damn dad you have.
Others worry if lumpy is bringing up (y/n) in a safe household,
Are they getting enough enrichment? Are they being homeschooled? What makes lumpy think he can raise a 10 year old kid and job hopping as much as he does?
(Y/n) has asthma, and a lot of other childhood issues, is it safe to live in a beat up trailer?
Some also straight up gossip about his parenting skills
"What is (y/n) wearing? Lumpy can't be serious. Those clothes are way too big for them!"
Some people point at (y/n) and gawk at their clothes.
they were bought new at the clothing store, but (y/n) has such a specific size, that getting a good fit was almost impossible without forking over a small fortune in Lumpy's wallet.
(y/n) didn't really care about what they said, even if it ashamed Lumpy.
you liked the baggy fit, it was almost like wearing pajamas all day.
So a size or two bigger was the best option, and besides, (y/n) is in that stage of getting their growth spirt soon, so buying more clothes won't be as often.
(y/n) is also in that stage in life where they're always sick.
despite having all of their shots, and all of their daily nutritions met.
It started one night at around four am.
(y/n) woke up from their sleep with a queasy stomach.
not being able to go to the bathroom in time, the small child threw up their dinner all over themselves.
in a panic, and half asleep (y/n) hobbled over to the other side of the trailer to their dads room and stood in the doorway.
their silhouette lit behind them with the dim light out in the livingroom.
"daddy?" (y/n) called out.
Lumpy being passed out in his bed didn't move in the slightest, until (y/n) walked over to the side of the bed where Lumpy's head was and patted at his face.
"daddy!" (y/n) whispered.
Lumpy woke up as if he had been startled, and jolted his head up.
only to relax a bit when it was only (y/n) that had woken him.
"whats a matter bud? why are you up?" Lumpy yawned
"i threw up." (y/n) sniffled, and wiped their snotty nose with their pajama sleeve.
"oh no, what happened?" Lumpy tried not to look too upset at (y/n) when all he wanted was to sleep.
and instead of that had to parent them even if he was exhausted.
"my tummy started hurting and i threw up in bed."
(y/n) said, they seemed to be better, but lumpy knew it wouldn't be the end of it.
"alright bud, lets get you cleaned up." Lumpy sighed, picking them up and taking them to their room.
(y/n) clung to Lumpy's neck, with the stickiness of their vomit covered shirt dangerously close to making contact with Lumpy's face.
Setting (y/n) on their bed Lumpy pulled a clean pair of pajamas for (y/n) and helped them get dressed and after that he threw the dirty clothes and sheets into a hamper for their next trip to the laundry mat.
the whole time, he tried not to gag at the grossness, but he really didn't want to make (y/n) feel bad about the whole ordeal. as it really wasn't their fault they got sick.
with no other clean blankets or sheets, Lumpy decided to just bring (y/n) into his bed.
placing a trash can by their side, he pointed to it.
"if you can't make it to the bathroom, use this."
he muttered,
yawning again, he jumped onto the bed and almost instantly passed right back out.
(y/n) scooted themselves close to lumpy and cuddled close.
planting a kiss on his cheek and closed their eyes
"Thank you daddy, You're the best dad ever."
Lumpy smiled, in his head it was probably the best part of being a parent.
a reminder who he is really trying to impress.
