#full papa mode ……..

[lasagoofs]

ratty guy

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

drunk dilf!sugu …… dash ……………

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Prince and Princess of Wales, Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis arrive at Westminster Abbey following the "Together At Christmas" Carol Service" | December 8, 2023

[meadowsofmay]

it's so interesting and, for the lack of better word, amusing, how travis got back into his normal voice to say his bonus action when scanlan was on the death's door during the fight with the white dragon — poor guy has been clawed and bitten by a dragon and automatically got his two saving throws failed.

and i bet it wasn't grog who run up to him to poor a healing potion down his throat. it wasn't grog, who was throwing him the fuck away from the dragon. it was fucking travis with the way his voice sounded, terrified and determined and serious.

he sounded like the dad. and i find that beautiful.

[motorsportbarbie13]

The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Theo's First Race

Having a child changes Max in a way he never could have predicted.

warnings: none, this is 100% self indulgent fluff. Pairing: max verstappen x podcaster!reader word count: 3.1k words

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459,029 likes liked by maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, jennythenanny, and others yourusername texas will always hold a special place in my heart. last year, we learned i was pregnant for the fourth time with what we hoped was our miracle baby. this year we get to bring that miracle baby to the track with us for the very first time. my entire heart is so full watching this all come full circle. i cannot wait to show theo how amazing his daddy is when he gets in that car. maxverstappen1 my two favorite people here this weekend. i can already tell this is going to a good race <3 user0198 i cannot handle the amount of dad max content we get. user111 max carrying Theo kangaroo style in a baby carrier??? sobbing rn >>>user0019 SERIOUSLY jennythenanny ah! so excited to be with you guys this weekend!!! >>>yourusername theo is so excited to be back with his bestie! >>>jennythenanny eeeee! cannot wait! >>>user020 why is this the cutest exchange i've ever read

“Maybe we should leave Theo here with Jenny today instead? Max says, concern settling into the corners of his eyes. 

You look over at him, eyebrow raised, from your seat on the floor of the hotel suite. In front of you, five month old Theo is on his tummy staring up at you with his signature gummy little grin. The three of you were in Texas for the US GP, which was supposed to be Theo’s first time in the paddock but apparently, your husband was having second thoughts. 

“What? Why?” You ask, confused. 

Max had checked the weather (multiple times) this morning and had declared that it wasn’t going to be too hot for Theo to be out and about. The sun was out and there was a gentle breeze whispering through the trees outside your hotel room. Max was leading the championship for the first time this season and he was starting on pole. COTA was historically a really good track for him and you were confident in his chances at winning. Plus, COTA meant a lot to you. It was right here in this very hotel that you had found out you were pregnant with the little elf that was babbling up at you right now. 

Max wrings his hands together, casting a worried glance down at his two favorite people in the world. With how dramatic Theo had come into the world so early, Max had found himself being a little extra protective over him. And you for that matter. He had refused to hear any talk about bringing Theo to the track before this weekend and after seeing all of the crowds at the track yesterday for the practice and sprint qualifying, he was having second thoughts 

“There were just so many people and I don’t want him to get lost.” 

You chuckle before reaching forward to take Theo in your arms. Standing up, you cross the room to where Max stands and hand him his son. Max instinctively reaches out, cuddling Theo to his chest. Watching Max become a dad over the last five and a half months had been one of the most rewarding things you’d ever been privileged to witness. He had slipped into the dad role so effortlessly it had surprised Max, probably due to his own childhood and difficult past with his father. You weren’t surprised though. You had known the moment that Theo was born that Max had been born to be a father. It really was that simple. 

“Baby, he can’t walk. He won’t get lost, I promise he’ll never be out of his sling for more than five minutes.”

“No one holds him other than you and Jenny?” 

You blow out a breath, unsurprised at how he’s gone into papa bear mode. You had seen it on his face yesterday during sprint qualifying. He had surveyed the paddock crowds with a deeper than usual frown on his face, making comments whenever he heard an errant cough or someone clear their throat. ‘Cesspool of germs’ was a phrase he used more than once, now that you thought you it. 

“Yes, my love. He will stay in the sling with me and Jenny no matter what. I have his ear defenders here too and we’ll keep to hospitality. But I know he’d love to see where daddy works. You know how much the sound of those engines sooth him.” 

Max pokes a finger into Theo’s chubby cheek, cooing nonsense at him as Theo giggles back. His mind flickered back to one particularly hard night right after you had brought him home from the hospital during the summer break. Theo had been a bit of a colicky baby back then and the hours between 1 and 3 am were often the worst. He would scream and cry for hours, unable to be soothed back to sleep despite all of his needs being met. This night, in particular, was difficult and you had been on hour four of trying to get him to settle. In a desperate attempt to try something, anything that might work, Max had turned on an old race, but just the ambient sounds of one of his wins from YouTube, without any commentators voices. The sounds of the engines revving had instantly calmed Theo down. 

Both you and Max had stood there in your apartment, lights dark with the exception of the glow emanating from the tv in front of you, as Theo had stared unblinkingly at the television, tears still puddled in his little neck folds, but totally quiet and enthralled. 

Max’s eyes dart over to yours and you smile, reaching out a hand to touch his elbow. “I know you’re nervous, baby but Theo will be fine. He’s going to have so much fun, and I know once you get to the paddock with him in your arms, you will too.” 

He sighs, knowing that you’re right. You usually are when it comes to matters involving Theo. “Okay, but first person to cough on him gets banned from the paddock.” 

The Miami sprint race had been your first race all those years ago when Max had swept you off your feet that very first weekend he flew you to him so it seemed fitting that Theo’s first trip to a race was also a sprint race weekend. Max parked the sensible but giant Ford Explorer that he had insisted on driving this weekend in his designated spot before hopping out, telling you not to move. 

You giggle to yourself, amused that even after all this time, Max still insisted that you never touched a door handle while he was with you. Even on hectic days like these, you and Theo were always in the front of his mind. 

When Max opens your door, his hand immediately finds yours as he helps you out of the tall car. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, dropping a kiss onto your forehead before moving to the back seat to get Theo from his carseat. 

“I’m so excited to be back, it feels like it’s been forever.” 

Which was true. After Theo had been born, he had needed to stay in the NICU for quite a while. Max had nearly missed the race in Spain the weekend after Monaco because he had refused to leave your side. In the end, it had been Daniel that had convinced him that missing Spain would be detrimental to his championship hopes. Max trusted Daniel with his life and knew that his friend, someone who he knew had a good head on his shoulders, wouldn’t give him bad advice. He knew what missing a race would mean to everyone on the team and back at the factory. 

He had won the race with a 15 second lead. 

Your credentials hang heavy around your neck as you pull the diaper bag out of the back of the car, Theo already nestled securely in Max’s arms. It always made you chuckle, the way Max always seemed to have Theo. You swore whenever he was around, that baby never touched the floor or his crib. 

The pressure in your chest squeezes as you watch Max tote his little boy towards the paddock entrance. Both you and Max had made a conscious decision to keep Theo’s face out of your social media, with the exception of very carefully curated images that you and Max tightly controlled so this was the first time Theo would be photographed by anyone but you and Max. You knew the fans, both yours and Max’s, wanted to see Theo and you hoped that bringing him into the paddock despite him being so young was well received and a positive experience. 

“Max! Who’ve you got there?” A photographer yells the moment Max scans his badge at the paddock entrance. Several photographers are standing by the gates, waiting on the driver arrivals. Max is dressed in his team kit, of course, and you’ve got your traditional navy blue on, today in the form of a loose maxi dress that would allow you to maneuver while caring for Theo during the race. Even Theo had a Red Bull onesie on with gray shorts pulled on over his chubby little legs. 

“The best team mascot in the paddock.” Max jokes, a smile crinkling at the corner of his eyes as he pauses to show off a now giggling Theo. 

Your heart catches in your chest when you see the look of pure happiness on your husband’s face. There were few things that brought out a smile that bright on Max and the fact that him showing off your baby to the world was one of those things had your heart hammering in your chest. You watched as Max showed Theo off to several of the photographers and Red Bull staff members, seemingly forgetting all about his hesitations from earlier. Theo loved it too, the sights and smells and sounds were so much for him to take in and he was so content to be in his daddy’s arms just taking it all in. 

“Mon petit lion!” A voice rings out as the three of you walk towards Red Bull’s garage. You grin, watching as Charles fusses over Max refusing to give up custody of Theo but eventually relents. “Give me my godson, you heartless man. Keeping the poor little man away from the track for five months! Horrific!” 

“He’s a literal infant, Charles.” Max argues, a full on pout popping out of his full bottom lip. You suddenly have to quell the urge to bite it, he looks so handsome. 

“Your gorgeous wife told me how much he loves the sound of my Ferrari.” Charles argues back, bouncing Theo up and down, eliciting a peal of giggles tumbling from your baby’s lips. 

Max shoots you a glare that has ‘you’re a traitor’ written all over it. All you do is reach up on your toes to peck him on those full lips of his, completely ignoring the annoyed look he still regards you with. 

“It was the sound of my Red Bull that calmed him the first time.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, Max.” Charles chuckles before handing Theo back to you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m so glad you two are here, the paddock ins’t the same without you.”  

“Thank you Charles.” You say, cuddling Theo into your shoulder just a little tighter. 

As the three of you continue on, your final destination being the garage so Max can check on the car, your pace is just a bit quicker than Max’s. He watches you for just a moment, the way Theo’s chubby arms wrap tightly around your neck as he takes in the buzzing activity of the paddock. His heart squeezes fiercely at the way your hips sway back and forth as you carry his baby on your hip. This was how it was always meant to be: his wife and his child at his side while he worked. He had always pictured this day in a way that always seemed like it would come sometime in the future. That was the strange thing about how life progressed. Suddenly, some day is here and you’re watching your wife cuddle your miracle baby. When Max thinks of that afternoon in London all those years ago when he made his way into the recording studio to be on some silly little podcast, he had no idea that this was where that interview would lead but here he was, every single one of the fantasies he had dared to hope for right in front of him. 

You turn back to Max, sensing that he’s fallen quite a bit behind. The look of awe on your husbands face as he watches you has your heart aching. You knew that the past few months had been hard on Max. He hated being away from you, had even tried to float the idea of retiring mid-season. You had flatly refused, saying that everyone in the factory and the garage was counting on him and eventually, he had agreed. But you knew being here was a balm to his lonely heart and you were wildly happy that Theo was finally old enough to accompany Max on this triple header. 

But looking at the way his eyes shined with unshed tears as he stands stock still in the middle of the paddock, just staring after what you know is his entire world, you feel something lock into place. Something that you’re going to have to discuss with him later tonight. 

“Come on, Maxie.” You call as you hoist Theo up higher on your hip. “You’ve got a meeting with Horner and I don’t want him yelling at me because you’re late.” 

Max seems to snap out of the trance he’s in then and chuckles. “Christian is terrified of you, liefje. He’d never yell.” 

You shrug, “I suppose you’re right.” 

Max slips his fingers into yours before giving them a squeeze. “Come on, let’s introduce the little lion to the garage.” 

Max wins the sprint that day, just like the first sprint you watched him win all those years ago. The nostalgia you felt watching him pull up into that first parc ferme spot had something twisting deep in your stomach. It was so satisfying watching Max do what he loved while you held his little boy in your arms. 

It was a whirlwind of media after his win and then he was swept off for race debrief before qualifying for the Grand Prix the next day. By the time Theo’s bedtime rolled around, Max was still busy in engineering meetings. You sent him a quick text telling him you were taking Theo back to the hotel to put him down. Max had wanted to tell you to wait, he’d be right there, but he had known this wasn’t true. He knew that it was going to take several more hours to wrap up all his duties on the track so he reluctantly agreed. 

This was the part of racing he hated. The late nights, the long flights to every corner of the world except to where it mattered most, the danger that lurked on the track. He hated being away from you, had always hated being away from you. Despite his reservations about you quitting your job all before you had gotten pregnant with Theo, he was glad that you had spent those few years traveling with him. It wasn’t about the fact that you ‘followed him around’ like some publications liked to taunt. It was the fact that Max was able to do what he loved while providing for his family and keep you close at the same time. 

But things had shifted when Theo had been born and his priorities had changed. Having you at the track wasn’t an option anymore, not with how little Theo was. And even now, at 5 months old, he knew that this wasn’t sustainable. The options of what to do after this season all played in his head as he got into the car late that night to head back to the hotel. He knew he had a big decision to make, one that had been many years coming. 

It’s dark by the time Max fishes the keycard to the hotel room out of his back pocket. You have a two bedroom suite booked this weekend so he’s not worried about waking Theo, although he still holds out a little hope that he might be awake. It’s been hours since Max has seen him and the only thing worse than being away from you for an extended period of time is being away from both of you. 

The door whispers open and Max spots you laying down on the couch, staring blankly at the tv in front of you. On the coffee table sits the baby monitor and a bottle of wine. 

When you hear the door snick closed, you pick your head up, blinking sleepily towards the door. “You’re home.” You whisper, sitting up so Max can join you on the couch. 

He immediately pulls you into his lap, nuzzling deep into your neck. “I’m home.” He breathes, letting your perfume settle over his senses like a warm, familiar blanket. 

“I’m so proud of you. Sprint win and P3 for tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, schatje. How was your night? How’s the baby?” 

You hum softly, your lips finding Max’s in the dark. They’re warm and inviting and everything that sets your soul on fire. You’re fairly certain that you’ll still feel this way when you’re 90 years old kissing Max late at night. “He’s good. Just finished his last bottle of the night, went down like a champ.” 

“That’s my boy. I’m sorry I missed bedtime tonight.” 

You pull away so you can look at Max’s clear blue eyes. You’re a little surprised to see a bit of sadness sitting in those baby blues you love so much. “It’s okay baby. He did just fine without you.” 

Max frowns before pulling you closer. “And that’s what breaks my heart. I don’t want him to grow up without me.” 

You chuckle, “Oh, Max. He’s not going to grow up without you. If you really want, you can do the middle of the night feeding. He’ll be up in a few hours anyway.” 

Max nods, he usually did those late night feedings anyway. He loved the way the entire world was hushed and asleep. He felt cocooned in the most calming way and those nights where it was just him and Theo were some of his favorite. 

Silence stretches out between you. Your heartbeat matches up with Max’s eventually and your eyes get a little heavy with his warmth pressed up against you. You’d missed this kind of calm presence that Max brought to your life. It was always there, of course, but sometimes it was a little further than you liked during the season. Having him here now was so soothing, making you feel like you could conquer anything that came your way. 

After a few quiet moments, Max’s deep voice finally breaks the silence. 

“I think I’m done after this season, liefje.” 

You’d had this conversation countless times over the years, so much so that the words don't even make your heart race anymore. There’s something different in Max’s voice tonight, though. He sounds tired, worked over, resigned. Like the years spent on the road are finally catching up to him and you know, deep in your chest that it’s time. 

“I know, Max.” You whisper, dropping your forehead to his before brushing a kiss against his nose. “Come home to us. Theo and I are ready to have you all to ourselves now.” 

And that's exactly what happens.

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5,039,504 likes liked by yourusername, redbullracing, f1, and others maxverstappen1 this sport has been part of my life for most of my time here on earth. i started in karting not long after i started walking. motorsport brought me to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. 7 championships. the love of my life. my child. this sport has brought me to all of the most important milestones of my life. but all good things must come to an end. i've achieved everything i set out to do all those years ago and my priorities have shifted. at the end of may, i became a father and suddenly that pull to retirement got stronger. @/username knows how many times i threatened to quit mid-season so it wasn't a surprise to her when i came to her after texas and told her it was time. after twelve seasons racing in the pinnacle of motorsport, i'm officially announcing my retirement. to my team, thank you. you have forever shaped who i am. to my wife, i love you. you are all the good things in this world and i am so lucky you chose me to be your husband. to my theo, you changed me in a way no one else has. being your dad is the most important job i've ever had. i can't wait to watch you grow into the person you're destined to become. to my fans, thank you. your devotion means the absolute world to me and i would not have made it to where i am today. thank you, from the bottom of my heart. yourusername theo and i are so so proud of you. welcome home, my love. >>>user9292 *sobbing* charlesleclerc congratulations on a lifetime of acheivments. can't wait to see what you do now, my friend!! lando congrats GOAT. excited to finally not be asked 'how does it feel to lose to max verstappen?' EVER AGAIN >>>charlesleclerc now it'll be 'how does it feel to lose to charles???' >>>lando stfu redbullracing we're not crying, you're crying!!! lewishamilton you will be missed, max. enjoy retirement with that gorgeous family of yours!

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[alexjohnstonart]

Kinger went full Papa Bear mode and I love it

[sinsxo]

bedtime tantrums. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. blue lock boys vs their tiny, angry daughter who doesn't want to sleep just yet.

cw. drabble, you guys are married and have a 1-year-old daughter, fem!reader, fluff.

wc. 1k words, not proofread.

check out part 2, part 3 & part 4 here!

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“last one, okay? it’s almost time for your bedtime,” isagi said, playing one last video as he sat cross-legged in front of the tv with your 1-year-old daughter on his lap.

as soon as the video ended, he stood up with her in his arms. but she suddenly started crying, pointing at the screen.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, looking genuinely panicked. “it’s late. we’ll watch it tomorrow, okay?”

“nuuu!!” she cried, squirming and flailing in his arms.

“hey, hey, you’re gonna fall—!” he exclaimed softly, setting her down on the carpet.

she immediately sat on the ground and threw herself into a dramatic tantrum — fists clenched, flailing in every direction, face scrunched, launching into a full baby-rage mode. isagi knelt beside her, trying to calm her down until she pointed her tiny finger right at him, glaring, and started yelling some very passionate baby gibberish.

“w— what? are you scolding me?” isagi blinked, pale. he looked like she had just accused him of a crime.

she kept going, poking him in the chest with her finger repeatedly as she furiously babbled.

“you can’t do that… that’s mean,” he mumbled, trying to hug her.

she didn’t budge. still grumpy. still rebelling. isagi looked absolutely defeated as he got up and walked to the bedroom.

“she’s mad at me. she yelled at me, in baby language,” he told you, looking devastated. “i think she hates me.”

you couldn’t stop laughing as you walked over to help. after a bit of coaxing from you, she finally gave in, sniffling as you and isagi tucked her in together.

“you can’t talk to your father like that, you’ll hurt his feelings,” you whispered with a smile.

“please don’t be mad at me,” isagi added gently, letting her hold onto his finger. “we’ll watch your favourite show again tomorrow, okay?”

she smiled sleepily, laughing a little as you both kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

rin walked out of the kitchen with your daughter’s bottle in one hand, spotting her sitting on the floor playing with her toys.

“it’s bedtime. time to keep your toys,” he said, placing the bottle on the table.

“no!” she said, not even looking at him as she continued playing.

she didn’t even spare him a glance.

“…no?” rin repeated, sitting next to her as he gently took her hand. “it’s late. you need sleep, or you’ll be cranky tomorrow.”

“no!” she snatched her hand away and shook her head furiously.

“hey. don’t be stubborn. i’ll let you play longer tomorrow.”

“no!!” she turned toward him, scowling, and launched into some furious baby language that made her stance very clear: she was not listening. she crossed her arms and pouted, shooting him a furious glare.

“excuse me?” rin blinked, visibly offended. “what did you just say to me?”

she turned away dramatically.

“hey. look at me,” rin said, leaning over to catch her eyes. “you’re sulking now? really?”

silence, she refused to look at him.

“…fine. ten more minutes,” he said, sighing. “but you better not throw another tantrum.”

immediately, she beamed with joy and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“…cheeky little manipulator. you know i can’t say no to you or your mother,” he muttered under his breath, melting as he hugged his little girl back.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae turned off the tv without a word and reached out, gently tugging on his daughter’s arm.

“let’s go, it’s late. time for bed.”

“nooo papa!” she whined, pulling away. “wan’ toyyy!!”

“your mother’s gonna worry if you don’t sleep early,” he said casually. “we don’t stress mommy out, remember?”

“no papa!” she cried, running off.

sae sighed and followed her, crouching down. she pouted on the floor, arms crossed, and started mumbling angry gibberish. somewhere in the mix, he caught:

“papa bad.”

“oh? so now that you can baby talk, you’re being a brat?” he said as he scooped her up.

she squirmed and screamed in his arms, going off in his ear.

“you really are just like your mother,” sae chuckled, not even mad. he looked almost proud.

she was still crying into his neck, spewing nonsense.

"okay, okay. calm down. i’ll get you a new toy if you go to bed.” he said as he tried to tuck her in.

miraculously, she quieted down and stopped putting up a fight.

“happy now?” he teased.

she nodded seriously.

“good. i don’t think i taught you to talk like that though,” he added, raising a brow.

she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, earning a soft scoff from him.

“…unbelievable,” sae muttered before kissing her forehead.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi was lying on the bedroom floor next to your daughter while she played a game on his phone. he wasn’t doing much, just watching her while she tapped away.

he glanced at the clock. “bedtime.”

she didn’t react, ignoring him.

he lazily reached over and held her hand. “c’mon. time for bed.”

she snatched her hand back and kept playing.

“hey. i said it’s bedtime,” he repeated, gently.

no reaction.

“hey,” nagi sat up slightly. “you’re ignoring me now?”

still nothing.

so he took the phone.

“eyyyy!!” she shouted, scrambling to get it back. “papa phone!!”

“you need to sleep,” nagi replied, still calm.

“no!” she yelled. then it started — a full gibberish rant. she shouted nonsense at him like he just ruined her life.

nagi blinked.

then slowly turned to you, still in shock. “hey, babe… are you hearing this?”

you looked up from your book, grinning. “she’s fighting back?”

“she’s fighting back…” nagi muttered, wide-eyed as he bent down to pick her up. “hey, who taught you how to fight back, huh?”

she reached out and put her little hand on his face, trying to squirm away, but he just held her close to his chest and stood up.

she kept grumbling and kicking the whole way to bed. he never thought he’d lose arguments to a toddler, but here he was, completely silent as he tucked her in — still visibly disturbed by how much she'd won the argument.

as he turned to leave the room, she let out one final, dramatic pouty “hmph!”

nagi paused in the doorway, sighed deeply, and muttered, “…she’s gonna be trouble.”

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[orcadork4ever]

I fucking love everything about this.

The next time she and/or Logan end up in Limbo, they wake up with OG Logan just inches from their faces like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN DEADPOOL?!?!” 🤣🤣🤣

Passing of the torch

(x)

Getting blown up wasn't fun Laura would just like to state that for the record. -1000/10 would not recommend and all that. She didn't know who all got caught in the explosion with her but she knows at least they'll be ok.

She groans as she sits up and blinks away the black and looks around a field....what? She knew full and well she was in a warehouse with her dads. Beside her she heard a groan and she quickly turns and sees Logan. She quickly goes to him, "Papá hey." She calls as he blinks up at her.

"Wht's goin on kit?" He slurred out as he tries to sit up. "Not sure exactly." She says as she watches him worriedly. He eventually sits up with her help and looks around before sighing.

"It's limbo." He grumbles and Laura looked at him confused, "What?" She asks. He starts to stand as he answers.

"Limbo kit the place between life and death. Have you not been here before?" He asked confused. Laura shook her head while staying close to Logan. He looks down at her in amusement, "Kit this place is safe no need to worry." He reassures.

She relaxes finally and just looks around, "We're here because we got blown up? " She asked and Logan nodded, "Yep that's why I'm surprised you've never seen it. This is where we end up while we heal from extremely grievous wounds. Though I suppose I'm glad you've never been here."

Laura chuckles at that, "I've never gotten this hurt before, but do you have any idea how long we'll be here?" She asked and he shrugs. "None, don't know how bad it was could be a few minutes could be hours, but by how shit I feel I'm thinking it's going to be a while."

Laura does feel like she was ran over by a bus so he might be onto something. Logan pauses in his movements as he looks into the distance. Laura confused looks at what got his attention only to freeze as well.

It's another Logan undeniably but that's not what freezes her to the spot. No what does that is the scent she picks up now that's she's focusing. It's something she hasn't smelled in so so long.

Her daddy

She feels tears immediately well in her eyes as she sprints to him. He looked almost identical to the first time she saw him only this time he looks healthier. Still the same scars and grey hair but not like he was slowly dying. It just makes her cry harder.

She flings herself at him clinging like he might fade away. He clings right back shaking as he cries silently. She's sobbing now she can't help it she missed him so much and it seems mutual. "Daddy daddy daddy." She cries into this chest scrabling at his back to pull herself impossibly closer.

"Laura." He breathes as he buries his face in her hair. She doesn't know how long she's been clinging to him before she pulls back and looks up into familiar dull eyes. Both of them are a mess theirs no doubt about it but she couldn't care less.

"I've missed you so much." She tells him voice barely recognizable from the sobbing. He smiles down at her softly and runs scared fingers through her hair to push it out of her face. "I've missed you a lot too darling." He sounds so found it hurts.

She hears her Papá shuffling awkwardly a few feet away and she sighs. She turns and catches his eye and smiles reassuringly at him. She knows he is unsure of his place in her life even after she made it clear to him. He wasn't a replacement but his own people in her life. This definitely doesn't help his opinions on the matter.

She pulls back slightly to more easily look at her dad before speaking, "My only wish was to let you know your sacrifice wasn't in vain. Looks like I finally got my chance." She tells him tears still flowing. Her dad chokes back a sob at that. "I'm so glad your ok." He tells her earnestly.

She just smiles, "I might not have been if it wasn't for him." She tells him as she guestues to a startled looking Logan. Her dad just looks at him appraisingly. "Thank you." He tells Logan seriously. Logan just frowns at him, "I did what anyone would do." He dismisses.

Laura snorts at that and her dad just raises an eyebrow at his counterpart. "Really because we both know that's not true." He shot back and her Papá sighs. "It's our kit what else am I supposed to do?" He asked and her dad smiles at that.

"Ain't that the damn truth." Her dad huffs as he squeezes her to him for a moment. He then takes another breath before speaking once more his tone more serious. "I did what I could for her it wasn't enough, but it was what I could. I didn't want to at first but I did because she doesn't deserve our fate." Her Papá looks at her and nods his head in agreement.

"She's one of the few good things that have come from us and I did my part. Now she's your responsibility to protect and love. I have faith she's in good hands." Her father tells Logan who looks unsure.

"I'm the worst Wolverine didn't you hear? She deserves better than me hell better then all of us." He Papá argues and her dad just scoffs. "Yeah well she's don't got better she's got us. Besides if you were really that bad she wouldn't love you like she obviously does."

Logan has nothing to say to that for a few moments, "I can't be you." He whispers and the other man growls. "Your not going to be me. We both weren't as good as we could have been, but you can do better with her then I ever did. This is your kid as much as she's mine don't ruin that by wallowing in the what ifs."

Logan just sighed, "I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe." Her dad just nods. "You'll wake up soon." He tells them and Laura starts crying again. "Will I ever see you again daddy?" She asks and he just pulls her closer. "I don't know darling." He whispers into her hair before placing a kiss on her head and pulling away.

Logan puts a hand on her shoulder to keep her grounded. "We will take care of her." Logan says confidently and her dad smirks seemingly pleased his counterpart took his request to heart. He paused a moment later however, "Wait who's we?" He asked skeptically and Logan just shrugged.

"Wade." He answered which just called her dad to furrowed his eyes. "Wilson." Her Papá tacked on.

"WAIT DEADPOOL?!" Her dad shouted incredulously before suddenly everything went black once more.

Laura choked awake on a laugh as she woke up abruptly. Logan too had awoke similarly both coughing and choking as they came back to consciousness. Besides them their was a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank fuck you both had me worried sick!" Wade shouted as he hurried over to their sides. "You guys aren't allowed to die without me that fucking sucked." He told them seriously and Laura just smiled.

[kxsagi]

THE GIRLDAD REQUEST?! HELLO?! SO CUTE!!!

u should definitely make a series of that, its so cute!

anyways, i need a live reaction of the bllk men getting jealous if his own children interrupts the time he is trying to spend with wife! reader. even better if a son and daughter is added — where they’re both clingy, but the son’s loud on purpose to tease his jealous father and the daughter is quiet, whining out for attention.

imagine it’s during a cuddling session, then randomly get kicked off of the bed. LMFAOAOO!!!

i hope my request made sense, i’m like half-awake rn. if you could do it with all of the bllk men, it would make my day!

“𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬”

a/n: thank you!!! i LOVE domestic fluff, might make a series, but who knows bc i've never made one before 🌚

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin

isagi yoichi

all he wanted was ten minutes. TEN minutes of uninterrupted cuddle time after a long day. 

he finally gets you in his arms, snuggled under the covers, whispering something flirty, then suddenly– 

BANG. 

the door FLIES open and your 5-year-old son barrel-rolls into the room like an olympic athlete. 

“MOMMY I NEED A HUG! AND A JUICE BOX! IN THAT ORDER!” 

isagi sits up like 🧍 “bro.” 

you’re already opening your arms because you’re a mom and you love your baby, but isagi looks personally offended. 

“he doesn’t even like juice boxes??” 

your daughter peeks in a second later, dragging a blanket, softly whining “mommy, ‘m cold… i want to sleep on your tummy…” 

you: 🥹🫶 

isagi: “W-WHAT ABOUT ME? I’M COLD TOO. I WANT TO SLEEP ON YOUR TUMMY.” 

eventually your son kicks him off the bed: “DADDY GO AWAY I’M CUDDLING MOMMY.” 

he hits the floor with the force of defeat. 

mutters “traitors… my own family…” while watching from the carpet like a forgotten labrador. 

kaiser michael

do not test this man. he is POSSESSIVE. he finally convinced you to stay in bed five more minutes, wrapped around each other, when the door creaks open. 

“no. no. no. no.” he chants like a horror movie victim. 

your son is already mid-run. “MAMA LET’S PLAY JUNGLE CAVE–” and launches onto the bed. right on kaiser’s stomach. 

he wheezes like he just took a soccer ball to the ribs. 

your daughter waddles in quietly and gently climbs up, snuggling into your other arm like a sleepy kitten. 

“this is fine,” you giggle. 

“NO. this is NOT fine.” 

“papa, you can go now,” your son says with a mischievous smirk. yes, this tiny demon knows he’s stealing your attention. 

kaiser’s eye twitches. “why don’t you go play with plastic instead.” 

you bonk him on the head for that. 

by the end, he’s dangling off the bed edge with a blank stare, mumbling in german under his breath while your kids hog your warmth. 

“i’m the man of this house,” he whispers to himself. “... i am.”

itoshi sae

you were peacefully spooning on the couch, sae half-asleep with his nose buried in your hair. everything was perfect. 

then your daughter appears. 

no words. no noise. just climbs silently onto your lap like a cat and cuddles into your chest. 

sae cracks one eye open. “... are you serious.” 

a second later your son cannonballs onto the couch, full WWE-mode. “DADDY MOVE, MOMMY’S MINE NOW!!” 

sae is FLUNG off the couch. hits the carpet. 

“ow! what the hell?!” 

“LANGUAGE,” you scold while petting your daughter’s head. 

sae just lays there like he’s in a sitcom intro, staring at the ceiling. 

“they were your idea,” he mutters. 

the kids: 🧍🧍 

later, he’s sulking in the hallway muttering about how “no one respects the father in this house” and that he “hopes they grow up to be introverts.” 

your son is not an introvert. he is you, but LOUDER. 

nagi seishiro

he was having the time of his life. warm blankets, cuddles, your soft voice whispering, “just five more minutes, sei.” 

he’s melting into the bed. peace. heaven. 

then pitter patter– 

both kids climb in and curl up on top of you. 

the weight shifts and you roll away from nagi, instinctively pulling the kids close. 

“... huh? where’d you go?” he blinks into empty space. 

he lifts the blanket. it’s just him and his betrayal now. 

“hey. hey. i was cuddling mommy first.” 

your daughter makes grabby hands toward your face. “mamaaaa…” 

your son throws an arm across your neck like a wrestling move. 

nagi frowns. “why do they get to sleep on you?” 

“because they’re adorable.” 

“i’m adorable, too.” 

crawls back under the blanket and tries to lift your arm like a flap to sneak under. your son kicks him. 

“bro,” nagi mumbles. “square up.” 

eventually lays half on top of all three of you, like a big sleepy cat refusing to lose. 

itoshi rin

rin? cuddling? rare. sacred. a national holiday. 

he finally let you curl into his chest and was just relaxing when– 

clunk. the sound of something being dragged across the hallway floor. 

thud. 

“... what is that,” rin mumbles. 

your kids enter like they own the house. your daughter climbs up, whimpering, “mommyyyyyyy i missed you…” 

your son: “I WANNA BE THE PILLOW. MOMMY USE ME AS A PILLOW.” 

rin’s eye twitches. 

“no. she’s my pillow.” 

your son launches into the bed. rin barely dodges a knee to the stomach. 

five seconds later he’s on the floor, disheveled, watching you snuggle the kids. 

rin: “i didn’t even say anything rude this time. why me.” 

daughter: “daddy looks sad.” 

rin: “i am sad.” 

sulks at the doorway like a ghost. 

don’t worry, you call him back after five minutes and he gets sandwich cuddled by all of you. he pretends to hate it. he does not hate it. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[little-jana]

Papa Bear Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!wife!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy, light teasing, overly protective behavior, use of Y/N, (Jack is not mentioned)

Words: 2k?

Summary: The team is onto your secret, because Hotch is becoming extra careful with you at work...

Aaron Hotchner wasn’t exactly known for being loud and obvious. You’d gotten used to the small, quiet ways he expressed his emotions—an encouraging glance across the bullpen, a quick touch on your back as you passed in the hall. But now? Now, it was like a switch had flipped.

It had only been a couple of weeks since you found out you were pregnant, and Aaron had gone into full-blown “Papa Bear” mode. He was constantly checking on you, making sure you were eating, sleeping, and avoiding anything remotely stressful. And while you loved him for it, you were starting to worry that the team might notice.

You hadn’t told them yet. You wanted to wait until you were further along, but that was proving to be a challenge—mostly because Aaron’s protectiveness was starting to verge on the obvious.

It started that morning when you walked into the bullpen with a coffee in hand.

“Y/N,” Aaron said, his voice sharp as he appeared beside you.

“What?” you asked, blinking up at him.

He reached for the cup in your hand, frowning. “Decaf, right?”

You hesitated for a split second too long.

“Y/N.” His tone was softer now, but the warning was clear.

“Yes. It’s decaf,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He gave you a look that said he didn’t entirely believe you but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he took the cup from you and sniffed it like some kind of coffee detective.

Behind you, you heard Emily stifle a laugh.

“Something funny, Prentiss?” Aaron asked without looking up.

“Nope, nothing at all,” she said, though her smirk was impossible to miss.

The team’s suspicions only grew during the briefing. You were discussing a new case—a string of robberies that had turned violent—and Aaron’s focus was split between the case details and you.

“Y/N, you’ll stay back at the station to coordinate with local law enforcement,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“What?” you blurted, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Because I need someone I trust handling communications,” he said evenly.

You glanced around the table, noting the raised eyebrows and exchanged glances. Derek looked like he was about to burst out laughing, and JJ gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Whatever you say, boss.”

Aaron nodded, clearly satisfied, but you could feel the team’s eyes on you as they filed out of the room.

Later that day, you were sitting at your desk when Derek sauntered over, leaning against the edge of your desk with a grin.

“Okay, what’s the deal with Hotch?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said. “He’s been hovering over you like a hawk all day.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe he’s just being thorough.”

“Uh-huh,” Derek said, clearly unconvinced. “And maybe I’ll win the lottery tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Emily joined you, her expression equally amused.

“He made you stay back at the station,” she pointed out. “When’s the last time Hotch did that?”

“Never,” Derek answered for you.

You sighed, realizing there was no point in arguing. “You guys are reading too much into this.”

“Sure we are,” Emily said, smirking.

By the end of the day, you were ready to collapse. Aaron had insisted on driving you home, despite your protests that you were perfectly capable of getting there on your own.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Aaron asked, sitting beside you.

“I’m fine,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just tired.”

He frowned, his hand brushing over your knee. “You need to rest more.”

“I will,” you said, smiling up at him. “You worry too much, you know that?”

“Can you blame me?” he asked, his voice softening.

You shook your head, your heart swelling at the concern in his eyes. “No, I can’t.”

The next day, the team’s suspicions reached a breaking point.

You were in the conference room, going over the latest case updates, when JJ leaned over and whispered something to Emily. Both of them glanced at you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” JJ said quickly, though her smile gave her away.

Aaron shot them a warning look, but that only seemed to fuel their amusement.

“I swear, you guys are acting weirder than usual,” you said, shaking your head.

“Us?” Emily asked, feigning innocence. “We’re not the ones acting weird.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Aaron said, his tone firm.

The room fell silent, but you could see the team exchanging knowing looks.

Later that evening, Aaron and I were sitting on the couch at your place, dinner plates balanced on your laps.

“I think the team’s onto us,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“They don’t know anything,” Aaron said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“They’re profilers, Aaron,” you reminded him. “They know everything.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t want them to find out before we’re ready to tell them.”

“I know,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I don’t think we’ll be able to keep it a secret much longer.”

He was quiet for a moment before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out,” he said.

A week later, the truth finally came out—not because you told them, but because the team cornered us in the bullpen.

“We need to talk,” Derek said, his tone serious but his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Aaron and you exchanged a look, and you could tell he was debating whether to deny it or come clean.

“What is it, Morgan?” Aaron asked, his voice calm.

“It’s about Y/N,” Derek said, crossing his arms.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

“We know something’s going on,” Emily added, her gaze shifting between the two of you.

Aaron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What exactly do you think is going on?”

JJ stepped forward, her expression softer. “We think… you’re expecting,” she said gently.

The bullpen fell silent, and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

Aaron reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re right,” he said finally. “We’re having a baby.”

The room erupted into a mix of cheers and congratulations, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement.

“You guys are impossible, you know that?” you said, shaking your head.

“Impossible, but right,” Rossi said with a grin.

As the team continued to celebrate, you looked up at Aaron, your heart swelling with love and gratitude.

This wasn’t how you planned to tell them, but as you watched your friends and colleagues sharing your joy, you realized it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Your little family was growing, and you couldn’t wait for the adventure ahead.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

honestly i wouldn’t want to be in a polycule with them but i could learn to live with nagi as like . some guy who lives with me and my boyfriend forever

[emeraldtortoiseshell]

Y'know, I've really come to appreciate the fact that Leo doesn't give in and surrender his room to Mikey here.

Leo's no push over. He's not weak to the youngest's pleading. He's not going to give up what's his just because his brother was pouting.

Don't get me wrong - I love the 'Leo can't say no to his little brothers' trope. But the 03 version especially has always felt like a team of 4 equals, to me. Sure, Leo's the leader. But there's no rank, no seniority. Not like we see in other versions, anyway. *Cough. 07 and Bayverse. Cough*

They're quadruplets. No one's the oldest, no one's the youngest. They'll all go full Papa Wolf mode to protect each other from genuine threats. But they're also all on the same level as siblings.

No Little Brother Privileges.

No Big Brother Duties.

They're just Brothers. 4 Brothers.

[kashverse]

hey hey!! I LOVE your work!!!

Could you possibly make papakuna and mamakuna on a little date but babykuna somehow convinced the babysitter/maid to call during you date?

TYSM!! <3

date night with your husband was a rare luxury, a brief, shining moment of freedom in your otherwise babykuna-infested lives. so when you and sukuna finally settled into the plush booth of a high-end restaurant, menus in hand, stomachs ready for a five-course feast, the last thing you wanted was your phone buzzing like a time bomb on the table. you and sukuna exchanged a look.

incoming call: choso.

sukuna groaned. “i swear to god, if he lost her—”

you put the call on speaker. before choso could even greet you, a high-pitched scream pierced through the line.

“WHERE ARE MY LABUBU’S CLOTHES?!”

sukuna’s soul ascended.

“WHERE DID YOU AND MAMA PUT THEM? THEY’RE FREEZING!”

cue choso’s panicked voice.

“baby, i promise uncle choso will find them, just take a deep breath—”

“NO, YOU WON’T, YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!”

“i can try—”

“NO, YOU CAN’T! YOU’RE TOO OLD!”

“…ow.”

you exhaled sharply, rubbing your temples. “baby, did you check your toy box?”

“YES!”

“under your bed?”

“YES!”

sukuna cracked his knuckles, going full military commander mode.

“alright. baby. go to your closet. open the left drawer, top section.”

rustling. then—

“THERE’S NOTHING HERE!”

sukuna’s eye twitched violently.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THERE'S NOTHING—”

choso, barely holding on, spoke up. “bro, i think you just made that up.”

“I DID NOT. I KNOW MY OWN HOUSE.”

you grabbed the phone before sukuna lost his mind. “baby, check under your pink blanket.”

more rustling. then, in a dead serious voice���

“mama. mama, i found them.”

both you and sukuna exhaled. then—

“since you’re already coming back home, let’s just all play together!”

you and sukuna froze.

“baby, no, mama and papa are—”

“but you’re already on your way home!”

“we’re not—”

“SEE YOU SOON, MAMA AND PAPA! LOVE YOU! MWAAAHH!”

CLICK. the call ended.

silence.

sukuna clenched his jaw. “...we are not going home.” you nodded. “nope. we sit here. we eat. we enjoy ourselves.”

.....

thirty minutes later, you were home. the moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by a horrifying sight.

babykuna, beaming, holding the labubu clothes like she hadn’t just committed psychological warfare on you two.

choso, sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring into the void.

baby the tabby, kneading a blanket with sinister intent.

mr. pickles, perched on the couch like a mafia boss.

babykuna clapped her hands. “YAY! since you're home, let's play together!” sukuna, dead inside, muttered, “...yeah. let’s.” 

you leaned down and whispered to choso, “how long have you been held hostage?” choso, eyes hollow, replied, “too long.”

[yvesdoee]

content ★ : husband!toji x wife!reader, fluff, lowkey angst (?), suggestive, tsumiki and megumi are your biological kids, tsumiki is 5, megumi is 3 months old. wc : 1.2k+

toji had barely made it home from work last night, dragging himself into the house just late enough to shower and brush his teeth before collapsing into bed. as you prepped to leave with your toddler megumi for the doctor’s appointment in the morning, you sent him a quick text:

you : good morning💗 i know you’re tired, but can you make sure to look after tsumiki when she wakes up and make her breakfast?

you paused, glancing at your message once more, knowing he’d push through for the family, even on little sleep.

toji woke up 30 minutes after, his body still heavy with exhaustion, feeling like the 8 hours of sleep hadn’t done a thing. he tiredly glanced at his phone and saw your message. thinking tsumiki hadn’t woken up yet—since he hadn’t heard her bouncing on the bed begging him to get up—he put his phone back down so he could sleep a little longer.

after another 30 minutes, toji was roused again—this time, not by the weight of his own tiredness, but by tsumiki’s small hand gently shaking his shoulder.

“papa..papa, am i pretty?” she asked in a soft, almost shy voice.

toji groggily opened his eyes, only to be met with a sight that made him froze. there was tsumiki, her wide grin lighting up her face, a sloppy smear of red lipstick all over her lips, her cheeks flushed bright, and her eyelids painted with the first eyeshadow she could find.

toji shot up from the bed, suddenly wide awake as panic gripped him. his heart raced, the calm and steady man he was now replaced by a father in full-on alarm mode. tsumiki, looking so proud of herself, didn’t seem to understand why he’d reacted like that—but he did. his little girl had gotten into her mom’s makeup. and knowing how much you loved your things, the panic tightened his chest even more.

toji gently cupped tsumiki’s face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks as he carefully assessed the situation. his eyes flickered to the smeared lipstick and the mess on her eyelids, and a soft, panicked mutter escaped him. “shit, no, no, no…” his voice was barely above a whisper as he shook his head in disbelief.

with a heavy sigh, he stood up, giving her a not-so-reassuring smile before making his way to the bathroom. he knew he needed to check the state of your makeup—and, more importantly, figure out how he was going to fix this without you finding out just yet.

toji entered the bathroom, the door creaking softly as he stepped inside. his eyes immediately locked on the vanity, where your makeup lay in its usual pristine order—now completely disrupted. his stomach sank.

toji took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the disarray before him. this was bad. this was very, very bad..his eyes flicked to the doorway, where tsumiki stood, peering at him with those big, innocent eyes.

there’s no way you won’t find out about this.

he sighed heavily, ruffling her hair. “your mom’s gonna kill both me and you, sweetheart,” he muttered, half to himself.

tsumiki’s eyes widened in shock, and her lower lip quivered as she processed toji’s words. as a child, she took everything too literally, and the realization that she might have done something wrong hit her hard. her big eyes welled up with tears, and she sobbed, her small shoulders trembling with guilt.

“papa… i didn’t mean to!” she cried, her voice breaking as the tears spilled down her cheeks.

before toji could do anything to calm tsumiki down, he heard the unmistakable sound of keys turning in the door.

you entered the apartment, holding little megumi in your arms, and the first thing that you heard you was tsumiki’s sobs echoing through the hallway. panic surged in your chest as you quickly moved toward the sound, following it into the bathroom.

when you stepped into the bathroom and saw the scene before you, you froze for a few seconds, taking in the ruined cosmetics, tsumiki’s tear-streaked face, and toji looking completely confused, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found.

but your focus immediately shifted to tsumiki. you gently placed megumi in toji’s arms without a word, your motherly instincts taking over as you knelt down to pull your daughter into your arms.

“shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” you whispered softly, brushing her hair back from her tear-soaked face. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

tsumiki clung to you, hiccupping between sobs, her small hands grasping at your shirt. “mommy, p-please don’t kill us..!” she sniffled.

you froze for a moment, not fully understanding why tsumiki had said that. then, as the realization hit you, your heart sank. you turned toward toji, your eyes narrowing. the glare you gave him sent a shiver down his spine, and he instinctively took a step back.

you quickly pulled away from tsumiki, gently wiping the tears from her face, your smile soft and comforting as you tried to reassure her. “i’m not mad at you, princess,” you whispered, your voice tender. you were mad though, but not at tsumiki.

tsumiki hiccupped through her sobs, her voice cracking. “i..i wanted to be pretty like mama!” she explained, her big eyes filled with a mix of hope and guilt.

your heart broke at her words, the weight of her innocence sinking in. you pulled her close, stroking her hair as a wave of tenderness and sympathy washed over you. “oh, sweetie,” you murmured, holding her tighter. “you are beautiful, just the way you are. you don’t need makeup to be pretty.”

you held tsumiki until her sobs quieted, then gently washed the makeup off her face. once she was calm, you turned to toji and took megumi in your arms.

“clean the bathroom,” you said firmly, giving him a look that left no room for argument.

“hey, sweetheart.”

the whole day passed in silence between you and toji. you were still outraged, and the weight of the morning’s chaos hung between you two. how could he not manage such a simple request? it felt like he hadn’t even tried.

“sweetheart,” toji repeated, and you felt him move closer to you as you sat on the couch, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the wall.

he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “i’m sorry, okay? i came home last night incredibly tired, and… even eight hours of sleep wasn’t enough to make up for it.”

you stayed silent for a moment, the frustration still simmering inside you. it wasn’t just about the makeup, it was about feeling like you were left to handle everything alone.

you could feel the tension in the air, but deep down, you knew toji was working incredibly hard to provide a better life for you and your kids. his exhaustion wasn’t an excuse, but you understood the weight he carried. he didn’t always show it, but his efforts spoke volumes.

you sighed, softening a little, though the frustration still lingered. “i know you’re doing your best,” you said quietly, your gaze softening as you finally looked at him. “but sometimes it feels like i’m carrying more than i can handle alone.”

toji’s expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes as he moved closer. “i’m sorry, really. i’ll do better, i promise.”

you smiled slightly at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek gently.

“you’re on a sex ban though.”

“huh??”

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I was wondering if you can do Yandere dick and Tim with a Childe reader who seems to favor Tim over Dick.

Just imagine Tim finding this little Kid following him like a little duckling and thinking that he is soooo cool!

No matter how much Dick makes the kid like him Tim is always his favorite!!

(It will be funny if Batsis who doesn't like Dick at all is also around. He will be losing his mind!!)

A/N:Oh my gosh yes! Lowkey Batsis and Tim being co-sibling-parents lolll. Honestly Tim and Batsis duo is so iconic. I need to do more. I love them. look at him...he's such a good brother.

Here's the thing, Dick is the honorary dad of the family. Like he's changed diapers, taught how to tie shoes, walked his siblings to school and gone to graduations... All the siblings go to him with their problems before Bruce.

Now new baby alert,,,,Dick is in full papa mode and is ready to do the same with batchild and is so hurt when the kid screams in his arms. Like anytime he's near or picks the child up like this kid is in distress. O my gosh I feel so bad. Poor Dick.

Dick is seriously trying so hard to make batchild love him but nothing he does works. Dick could have cocomelon on full blast and wearing a Barney costume and this kid will be trying to get away.

Eventually like Jason has to be like..."dude, please just let someone else take care of em'. They need more time to adjust to you."

It's because of his blue eyes isn't it? Dick unintentionally has the Miley Cyrus blue eyed stare and the kid cannot take it. lol

All jokes aside it's really not that bad but it's clear that Dick isn't their favorite. There's definitely cute moments where Dick is sitting down with batchild in his arms and they are munching on some snacks. Or Dick is singing to them or doing a fun trick with them in the air. But ultimately the kid seems to gravitate to other siblings instead.

Dick doesn't really know how to function though. I mean we've seen just how insane he is with batsis. Only problem is he cannot be as forceful with the child in fear of scaring them.

I think the batchild and Tim situation won't get to him until he sees batsis, Tim and batchild all together.

The whole Tim obsession is out of the blue. Like Tim is almost always in his room or in a dark corner somewhere doing research. He decides to come out one evening as he had a bit of time after solving some cases...

I like to think Tim is a super geek who probably wears cartoon pajama pants or silly slippers and it caught the kid's attention so he's waddling towards him.

Tim is kind of like...what is happening? What do I do with this young human? He's kind of awkward with the kid at first but the kid is just loving himmm. Tim will try to explain the character that it is on his clothes to the kid, and they will try cutely mimicking him and Tim's heart just melts.

"Oh uhh...this is Link from..well Zelda.."

"lwink...frwum zweldwa..?'

The kid is dead set on sitting with him during dinner too. Like they climb into his lap and starting eating off of his plate. It's perfectly okay because Tim doesn't eat much at all so he didn't mind the kid messing the plate up.

He stays out in the living room a little longer than usual that night to play with the kid a little, it's super sweet.

I like to think Tim and batsis are rather close siblings so there are times where Tim will be coupe up in this room and batsis will come in with batchild and pull him away from his work. Batchild loves playing pretend with the two, specifically knights and dragons and hospital. It's nice seeing Tim a bit out of his element and having fun.

Sometimes batkid will just fall asleep in Tim's arms as he's working late. Speaking of, Tim takes to the kids like they're his little apprentice. Oftentimes you'll find them together with tons of case files out and the kid is grabbing items or pinning things on the board for Tim. Seriously that child's reading level went from first grade to 10th in the span of a few months lmaooo

But there's often times where batsis and Tim are with them. Quickly they become the kid's favorite siblings and they want them to do everything. Like when the kid is hurt, they'll cry for either. If the kid need to get ready for school, they want either to help. If it's movie night, the kid is squished in-between the two. You guys basically broke the honorary parents and it's so adorbs.

But this is where I said Dick is not having it. I feel like Dick was never threatened by Tim until now. Like sure Dick knew that Batsis and Tim were kind of close in a way and he was okay with batkid taking a liking to him...but all three of you being your own little squad is killing him.

He hates being excluded and not being needed so he's like ripping his hair out. He'll try inviting himself into the group and like the kid is just ignoring him...

Dick will try to open a juice box for the kid and now the kid doesn't even want it anymore like....bruh I wants Timmy to open it for me :(

Honestly I am not even sure really how Dick copes...Like I just feel like he doesn't explode because like I said he doesn't wanna scare the kiddo but idkkkk

[nurse-floyd]

Little Moments

Carlos Sainz x pregnant!reader request "Pls make a Carlos x pregnant reader + tons of fluff him taking care of reader 🫶🫶"

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The moment the pregnancy test you’d taken in a hotel room one race weekend showed two lines, Carlos had been in ‘papa mode’ as you so lovingly called it. He’d gone into full protective mode, getting you an appointment with his doctor, prenatal vitamins and downloading all of the pregnancy and parenting apps to his phone. He treated you like you were carrying the most precious thing in the world, because to him you were. That was his baby. 

Sure, he would never show it but you knew he was nervous, particularly in the beginning before you’d passed your first trimester and gotten out of the danger zone and could finally start telling people. Still, even after telling everybody nothing made it more real than when your bump started showing. Carlos would protectively place his hand over your stomach, sometimes without even realising it. His hand would always find your stomach as you walked through the crowded paddock. 

In the first few weeks of your pregnancy you travelled with him, not wanting to be apart from him for too long and still wanting to support him. You weren’t too nauseous at first, sitting in the shade of the paddock with your CS55 cap on and ice water in hand. When he finished P1 in Australia he ran up to you and kissed you, calling you and his bambina his good luck charm. He was convinced from the beginning you were having a daughter. He jumped over the barrier and pulled you into the safest and softest hug he could manage. 

“My good luck charms,” he murmured against your hair, one hand coming between you to press against your barely there bump. 

By the time you hit the middle of your second trimester, the fatigue was no joke. The nausea hadn’t completely gone away but was still there, less intense but just as annoying. The long uncomfortable flights, different cuisines and time zone shifts were all taking their toll. 

After back-to-back races during the middle of your second trimester you woke up crying when Carlos’ alarm had gone off. The combination of exhaustion, discomfort and the hormones had left you a sobbing mess. Carlos was out of the bed at your side in an instant. He kissed your tear soaked cheeks and whispered soft reassurances to you. When you calmed down enough, he climbed into bed beside you once more and pulled you into his chest “no more races, amor. You need rest, okay?” 

You didn’t argue with him. 

So for the next race you stayed at home, your home comforts within reach and Carlos promised he’d bring the race to you. He facetimed between practice sessions when he could and between debriefs with the team. Whenever he had a second to spare he’d be checking in on you. You’d answer with complaints of everything HIS child was putting you through, because at this moment it was his child. Swollen ankles, hot flushes, nausea. 

He phoned you before the race where you were lying on the sofa with the fan blowing and a bowl of crackers on your lap. 

“I threw up my fruit salad. Fruit salad Carlos. Your child betrayed me,” you complained. 

He smiled at you, “do I need to have a word with my little bambina?” 

A sharp kick caused you to let out a groan. Carlos was on alert immediately the moment you showed your discomfort. 

“Amor?” 

“I’m okay. Your child is kicking me,” you replied. 

“Why is she my child when she’s being bad?” 

You gave him a look that left him no room for argument. You had the ‘mom stare’ down already. 

*** 

Carlos didn’t just video call. He sent food deliveries from your favorite places whenever you told him you were craving something, soup for when you felt nauseous and flowers just because. 

He sent your mom round to check on you when he was away. Not because he didn’t believe you couldn’t take care of yourself, but because he knew how stubborn you could be. 

*** 

You didn’t watch the next race, choosing instead to sleep. You called him after the race, your face pale and your hair a mess. To Carlos, you were still the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“How was the car?” 

“Bit of understeer but I think we got it fixed for next time. Scored good points for the constructors,” he replied. “More importantly, how are you, amor? Have you been eating? Is your back still hurting?” 

You nodded, “nothing I can’t handle. Want to speak to baby?” 

He nodded and you tilted the phone slightly towards your bump. 

“Hola mi bebe, be good for mama. Make sure she drinks lots of water today.” 

*** 

You were thankful whenever Carlos got a spare weekend home with you. You were grateful for the backrubs, for the soups and smoothies he’d make you and to have him massage your feet at the end of the day. 

When he came home he’d kiss the crown of your head and then kneel before you and place his hands either side of your growing bump to talk to the baby. 

“I’ve missed so much. You’re getting so big,” Carlos almost choked up as he said it. 

“You also missed me fighting with a blanket out of the dryer and crying when I dropped a bowl of fruit salad,” you said dryly as you helped him to his feet. 

He’d rest his hand on your bump as you lay together late into the morning in bed. The baby was getting to know his voice, responding with hard kicks into the palm of his hand. He brought you toast in the mornings when you felt too nauseous to eat anything. 

In the evenings he’d run you a warm bath and sit on the edge while you soaked in the bubbles, rubbing your back and shoulders. When you lay in bed, drifting off to sleep you had the weight of Carlos’ hand over your bump. You lay your hand on top of his, your baby safe and protected. “You’re going to be the best dad, Carlos.” 

“You’ll be the best mama.” 

While he was home, that’s how you fell asleep every night. Sure, when he had to leave again you were going to be a hormonal crying mess but for now you were content. Your family all together.