collection of one shots about Andrew Garfield and his various characters.
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In which Andrew's and reader's daughter comes out to them <3
Andrew and I were cuddling on our couch, legs intertwined, my arms around his beach, his own around my waist, my head resting on his chest.
We were watching old episodes of Law and Order svu, enjoying some of our rare free time together.
The door of our apartment swung open and shut back again very quickly; our daughter Lynn came in the room and threw her backpack on the floor, kicking off her shoes as well, a tired expression on her face.
"Hi munchkin," Andrew greeted her, "how was school?"
She groaned, "it's been a long day," she shrugged, "high school sucks."
Andrew and I laughed at her statement, silently agreeing with her.
"We've all been there munchkin," Andrew grinned up at her.
She groaned and rolled her eyes, "not helping dad."
I smiled at the both of them quarreling and scooted closer to the back of the couch, lifting my arm up, "come here, cuddles work wonders on bad days," I chuckled as she hurried towards us and laid on Andrew, cuddled half into my side and half on top of him; thank goodness our couch was big.
She sighed and laid her head on Andrew's chest, closing her eyes tiredly, "dad's cuddles work wonders on every day," she mumbled.
Andrew chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, raking his fingers through her short hair.
"Did something happen at school? Is that why you're in a bad mood?" Andrew questioned as he played with her hair.
Lynn sighed, "there was a surprise test of Trig," she sniffled, "I think it went bad, after last week I didn't have time to catch up with everything."
Last week Lynn had been sick, nothing major, but she had to stay home for about ten days; her fever had broken after seven days, but Ben had advised she stayed home a couple of days more.
She had been feeling so bad that she could barely get out of bed, and neither Andrew or I had dared try to suggest she'd do her homework.
Her health has always been the most important thing for us, screw homework.
I caressed her hair gently, "hey," I whispered, "don't worry baby," I said, "you know we don't care, a bad grade isn't the end of the world."
Andrew nodded, "she's right munchkin," he agreed, "plus you know we can help you study if you'd like," he suggested, "I might not be a genius in trig, but I can try."
Lynn nodded and snuggled more into him, "thank you," she whispered as she played with the end of my braid, "I'm just frustrated."
