𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

swearing - hbc

HELENA BONHAM CARTER

AGE - 3

WARNINGS!!
swearing

REQUESTED

how have i never written with hellie before?!

helena definitely swears a lot

NOT PROOFREAD!!

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"where the fuck did i leave it" the actress mumbles to herself as she searches one of many bookcases in the house. helena promised to you that she'd read to you but she simply couldn't find an appropriate children's book, it was all shakespearean poetry and classic literature, all of which you most certainly wouldn't be understood by a toddler

"fuck" at the sound of your voice her head whipped around to find you stood in the doorway grinning from ear to ear "fuck" you repeated for the second time

"no, y/n. don't copy mum, okay?" the words came out slow but sternly, hoping that she could convince you to not start swearing at such a young age

"shit" three year old you giggled causing the older woman to sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose

"my dear, you can't say those things. parents say those words, not..." she was about to go on about how someone of your age couldn't swear but she gave up knowing that it was just going in one ear and out the other. it was more obvious you weren't listening to her when you walked over to the bookcase across from her and began 'searching' - like you could actually read the word 'encyclopedia'

watching you with wonder, helena waited for you to pick a book. she watched you leaned on the shelf, tippy toes and all to reach a very familiar looking book... coincidently the same one she was looking for

'a poem for every day of the year' was the title. the brunette made it her mission to read one to you everyday in order to 'culture you early' - as she likes to phrase it. even though you were only listening to the words for your mum's voice, not actually paying attention to the words that you couldn't understand

you toddled on over to her and handed the book over "this one, mummy"

"thank you, my love"

as you turned around to run back to your room you bashed your toe on the armchair leg

"shit" you screeched as tears brimmed in your eyes

quickly averting her eyes from book at the sound of your scream helena rushed to you

"hey, it's okay, shhh" in no time at all you were scooped up and sat on her lap as she sat on the same armchair that oh so viciously attacked you

it took only a few minutes for your sobs to turn to sniffles and your head to lifted from its place on your mum's chest

the brunette tucked some hair behind your ear "you've got such a potty mouth" she sighed

"potty time?" you asked, tilting  your head, completely confused as you haven't used the potty for quite some time

"no, no, not potty time. i mean-" she interrupted herself with another sigh "it doesn't matter"

"why don't we get you sorted for bed and i can read to you, huh?"

"readdd" you squealed and jumped off her lap, running out the room

she laughed at your antics "bloody hell, child"

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sorry for the lack of updates, i'm really busy