Family Fiends. || Chuckle Sandwich x Reader // C&W + ITT Continiation

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It was a peaceful evening in LA-.. Austin? Ah, whatever, it was a beautiful evening in a beautiful city, who cares. And as the sun set over this said city, a relaxing silence filled the streets as many lovely people settled down for the night.

Hard-working citizens were on their way home from work, tourists headed back to their apartments to take a break from exploring, and- holy shit, is that a bank alarm?

Before our devilishly attractive narrator could give a nice, detailed introduction to your story, some dumbass decided to bust through the side doors of the cities biggest bank.

And unfortunately for you, your story starts off with this dumbass.

Rushing through the door with a backpack in one hand and a shotgun in the other, Schlatt made no hesitation to rush towards his car, slugging both items into the backseat when he got the chance.

Practically throwing himself into the front seat he panted heavily, starting the car and removing the ski-mask from his face, as well as the tiny, hand-knitted mask from his daughters face as well.

That's right. His infant daughter, Evie. Strapped onto his chest with a tight baby carrier, this 6'3 New York man figured bringing a 3 month old on a bank heist was the best idea.

Without even securing his own seatbelt he hit the gas, speeding through the streets and away from the bank as innocent bystanders watched in awe. The head of the CSM had struck again, his first big heist in a while. All by himself.

Yet while he worried about crime, his loving partners were busy with other things. Charlie sat at home with Y/N, knitting blankets and stuffed animals to sell on his new online store, where people could order innocent items, to crime whatsoever. While both worried about these things, Ted had secured a job at a local coffee shop, using what money he earned on supplies that helped Chatlie run his shop, as well as certain needs for the baby.

And Y/N- that's you! You were always worried about Schlatt's shenanigans and what he was up to, when he wasn't home you just knew he was up to no good. He'd sometimes come home all bloody and bruised, and though you'd scold him for a few minutes, you'd quickly fix him up and make sure he got enough rest. He was a pain in the ass, yet he was your pain in the ass.

Now, your pain in the ass was in the process of speeding down a highway, one hand on the wheel as he used the other to make sure Evie was secured to his chest. All while he drove, though, with sirens blaring him, his phone began to ring. Groaning, he pulled his hand away from his daughter and grabbed the phone, answering the call and holding it to his ear as his eyes focused back onto the road.

"Hey, babe-" He stuttered out almost immediately, already being met with your screams and complaints from the other line. "I know, I know- I'll bit a bit late on getting home with dinner."

Pinching the bridge of your nose you gave an aggravated sigh, beginning to pace around the kitchen of your home as you kept an eye on Charlie and Ted, who sat in the living room, cuddling close together. "Schlatt. I asked your 30- no, 45 minutes ago to simply watch Evie, get diapers and milk from the store, and grab dinner. Based on the sirens in the back, I suspect that's not what you've been doing."

Focusing on the road, Schlatt put you on speaker before placing both hands on the wheel. "Just stopped by the bank to get a bit of cash for food- what's the rush?"

"Schlatt." You groaned into the phone, holding your hand over your face. "We have all the cash we could ever need. Why risk your and your daughters life to get even more?"

A small chuckle escaped Schlatt as he took a sharp turn, beginning to lose the cop cars that trailed right behind him. "Hey, she's at least having fun! I swear to you she doesn't have a single scratch!" He spoke calmly, using a free hand to gently rub his daughters head.