#found father

[cam4531]

You can see how exited about it she is

gem and impulse on the gamers outreach stream right now have me CRYING LAUGHING

[naasog]

✨Happy Found Family Day✨

[gabbylovesprentiss]

Happy Father’s Day to the dads of the bau & their adopted children!!

[dyingroses]

[on1knee4marksmen]

Quick thought while I'm trying to prepare for my goddamn exams, but Logan would be the type of father figure to go "What'cha doin'? Oh, math?? You want help? I mean, surely, it couldn't have changed since I managed to get the jist of it." and then ten minutes in he's throwing hands in the air and yelling "THEN WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!?" and you're there, as agitated as he is, like "I DON'T KNOW THAT'S WHAT I'M ASKING YOU!?!?"

Would later apologise he yelled (a muttered "'m sorry.." with the same energy as a cat that scratched you without thinking) and quietly cut up some fruit for you in the hopes that you'd forgive him (you can see the guilt on his face🥺)

Anyways I hate functions KILL ME.

[luvrloki]

logan howlett, in every universe, was meant to be a girl dad

[sanguinechampagne]

Unfortunately my favorite trope is “grumpy middle aged man with little will to live unwillingly adopts traumatized child who changes his life for the better” and this is both the reason for and the consequence of all my issues

[meep-moops-stuff]

Safe and Sound - Sidney Crosby x Reader

Y/n gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove back to her apartment, her vision blurred with tears. The pit in her stomach hadn’t gone away since lunch.

A group of guys in her grad school classes—had been staring at her again. Their lingering eyes, the smirks, the way they whispered to each other as she passed by. It made her skin crawl.

She hated how it made her feel. Small. Exposed. Dirty.

Her phone rang through her car’s Bluetooth, and she nearly jumped. Sidney.

She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks before answering. “Hey, Sid.”

The second he heard her voice, he knew. His voice softened instantly. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

She let out a shaky breath. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Sidney didn’t believe that for a second. “Y/n,” he murmured, his voice full of concern. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

She bit her lip, her fingers tightening on the wheel. “It was just—in class, some guys… they were looking at me. Like—like I was—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Sidney went silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was low, controlled—but furious. “They made you uncomfortable.”

She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “Yeah.”

Sidney inhaled deeply, trying to keep his anger in check. The last thing she needed right now was for him to lose it. “Okay, baby girl,” he said gently. “Listen to me. After practice, I’m coming to get you. You’re staying with me tonight.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. “Sid, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

She felt the guilt creeping in, her anxiety spiking. “I’m being too much, I always need something, I—”

“Stop.” His voice was firm but still gentle. “You are not too much. You are never too much for me.”

Her lip trembled. “But—”

“No buts, baby girl,” he cut her off. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, okay? You’re gonna go inside, take a nice hot shower, and pack a bag. I’ll be there soon.”

She swallowed, her tears still slipping down her face. “Okay.”

“That’s my good girl,” Sidney murmured. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

They hung up, and as soon as Sidney put his phone down, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone again and slammed it into his locker with a loud bang.

The room went silent.

Kris Letang, who had been nearby, raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, Sid. What the hell was that?”

Sidney ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. “Y/n,” he muttered, his voice tense.

Kris’s expression darkened. “What happened?”

Sidney clenched his jaw, his hands still balled into fists. “Some guys in her classes were looking at her. Making her uncomfortable.”

Kris exhaled sharply, “you going to be with her now?”

Sidney started to grab his keys and jacket, “yeah why? Should I not?”

Kris sighed and pointed to the door, and Sidney remembered he agreed to do a media interview.

He sighed, dropping his hands to his side and closing his eyes.

“I’m canceling. I’m going to see her.”

Kris whistled lowly while crossing his arms and leaning back in his locker stall.

“You’re one brave man doing this.” He added.

Sidney shot him a look before opening the door and walking past the reporters, all throwing questions out at him.

He made it out to the hallway, the voices echoing the more he walked further down the hall.

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Y/n let the hot water run over her as she stood in the shower, her arms wrapped around herself. The apartment was silent, but her mind was anything but.

She kept replaying the way they had looked at her, the way their eyes lingered, the low murmurs she couldn’t quite hear but knew weren’t anything good.

Her stomach twisted, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake the feeling.

After she finished, she dried off, slipping into a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie before grabbing her overnight bag.

She moved on autopilot, folding clothes neatly, tucking in her essentials. The quiet made everything feel heavier, but before she could get lost in her head again—

Knock, knock.

She froze. Then—

“Baby girl, it’s me.”

The tension in her chest eased just a little. She rushed to the door, unlocking it quickly. The moment she pulled it open, Sidney was there. And without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.

Y/n exhaled sharply against his chest, her fingers curling into his jacket as he held her tightly. Sidney could feel the way she trembled, and it made his stomach ache.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m right here.”

She nodded against him, eyes shut tightly. He didn’t let go—not until she loosened her grip first. When she finally stepped back, he glanced down at the bag by her feet.

She bent down to grab it, but Sidney beat her to it, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder.

“Sid, I can carry it—”

“I know,” he said, giving her a soft look. “But I’ve got it.”

She sighed, but there was no point in arguing.

The drive to his mansion was quiet. Y/n stared out the window, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Sidney kept sneaking glances at her, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He hated seeing her like this—anxious, quiet, scared.

When they finally arrived, he helped her inside, placing her bag in the foyer before leading her toward the kitchen. Without a word, she hopped onto the counter, curling her legs up as she watched him move.

Sidney filled the kettle, moving with the same quiet care he always did when she wasn’t feeling her best. It wasn’t long before he placed a warm mug of tea next to her.

But instead of stepping away, he moved between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.

Y/n sniffled, looking down at her tea. “Thank you, Sid.”

Sidney tipped her chin up gently, his eyes searching hers. “You don’t have to thank me, baby girl.”

She swallowed, her fingers curling around the mug. “I hate feeling like this.”

His brows furrowed. “Like what?”

She hesitated before whispering, “Like I can still feel them staring.”

Sidney’s jaw clenched, his hands squeezing her thighs protectively. “You’re safe now, sweetheart.”

She nodded, but he could tell the unease hadn’t fully left her.

So he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re uncomfortable and scared, but I’m here now”

Y/n closed her eyes, letting herself sink into his warmth.

“I’m not used to this. To having someone like you help me when I’m scared or upset. I’ve always done it on my own” she confessed.

Sidney closed his eyes, bringing her head to his shoulder as he cradled the back of her head.

“I know baby girl,” he whispered. “But let me take care of them, ok? What are their names?”

Y/n’s head shot up, staring at him with wide eyes.

She chuckled and shakes her head, “no nope no. I’m not giving you their names. I can handle it myself.”

Sidney chuckled, letting go of her thighs and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh you can?” He asked, his eyebrows raising.

Y/n sat up straighter, matching his posture with her arms.

“Yeah I can. I can even take them on physically”

Sidney threw his head back laughing, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around her.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he murmured against her temple as he pressed a kiss to it.

And for the first time all day, she finally felt like she could breathe.

[staycoolnewkid]

I just need someone to write more platonic Wade Wilson x reader angst. Make me sob please. Show me platonic found father with found daughter/son healing/hurt/comfort. Make them hurt, but fix it (or don’t, you choose). I need found family. Bonus points if Logan is included (or Al). Bonus bonus points if you make Wade suffer (like full on breakdown).

prompts:

“Let me take care of things for once, alright?”

“What are you so afraid of?”

“Please don’t shut me out right now.”

“I won’t leave, I promise.”

“The thought of losing you terrifies me.”

“Are you crying?”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“You look sad.”

“Just breathe, it’s okay.”

I’m just saying, if anyone wanted to… 👀

[tuna-jsgross]

WIP on a comic thats currently killing all of my pens. It’s based on my headcannon of why Maru and Harvey dance together at the Flower Dance. I love to think of their relationship as a fun Uncle/neice dynamic. I really want to expand more on it and the deep dive on Maru (and Sebastian’s) family life because oh lordy there is a LOT there

[sidewalk-cracks]

rereading one of my favorite fanfics has me ruminating on one of my favorite found family dynamics more than usual

[jenniferjareauprotector]

" you're like the daughter i never had. "

[crispyapplezz]

When I say I like found family I mean I like when you have a clearly traumatized kid who has faced way too much for such a young age and they end up meeting group of people, misfits, outcasts and those people care for the kid so much.

[acozysoulwrites]

Found father | Logan Howlett

Description: Platonic fem!reader x Logan and how he would be as a father figure (using the found father trope for this) <3

I have major daddy issues (if there’s a chance i can write the ‘grumpy old man and traumatized little girl’ trope, i will) so here are my head canons for Logan as a comfort figure/father figure

🧸ྀི When you are sad, Logan loses all gruffness to him and becomes the ultimate soft dad

🧸ྀི When you have nightmares he is right by your side, soothing you with soft whispers and gentle arms. He holds you close during the aftermath and will often kiss your head throughout.

🧸ྀི If he is out and about and he sees something that reminds him of his girl, he will not hesitate to buy it.

🧸ྀི His favorite thing you do is when you tell him about your day or about your special interests, he adores being important enough to hear it all.

🧸ྀི He wont tell you, but he will check on you every night before bed.

🧸ྀི Logan reads you bedtime stories every night that he is home

🧸ྀི If he is off on a mission, you find it harder to sleep

🧸ྀི He calls you things like Kiddo, Sweetheart, kid, and of course Bub.

🧸ྀི When you are quiet or something is wrong, he is the first to notice.

🧸ྀི If you have trauma, he knows about it and has already located the person or people responsible. He is ready to deal with them, you just have to say the word

🧸ྀི If it was your father who hurt you, Logan is extra careful not to do anything you say that he did.

🧸ྀི He holds you close in his arms when you hug.

🧸ྀི Once during a nightmare while you were trying to calm him and wake him, he accidentally cut you.

🧸ྀི He spent the rest of the night apologizing even though you promised it was alright.

🧸ྀི He is the best dad you could have ever wanted, and he's never been happier to share his life with someone.

[dyingroses]

[on1knee4marksmen]

I need Logan Howlett to fucking hug me :(

I need him to pick me up and hold me close, to let me wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him and never let go type stuff.

I need his big ass palms pressing against my back, keeping me close to him while he strokes my back or draws little patterns on my shoulder or something.

I need him to kiss my forehead and lean his head against mine and tell me it's all going to be alright while rocking me back and forth and shushing me gently.

I need him to just silently hug me and let me cry into his shoulder for as much as I possibly can, until I eventually get uncomfortable in the position and he has to let me back down on my feet. Only to hold me ever the more close.

When I'm done crying, I need him to speak to me in that soft and gentle voice he usually reserves for Jubilee and ask me if I wanna watch a movie or eat. And then when I eventually tell him I'm way too tired and feel way too miserable, I need him to tell me that's okay and let me hold his hand while we go to my room so I can sleep.

And then when I ask him to stay, I need him to nod and ruffle my hair and tell me about his day or about memories and experiences of his until I doze off. Or maybe I need him to lay down next to me and pull me into his chest and let me stay there, squeezing me gently when he feels how unsteady my breaths are or how shaky my shoulders feel.

In conclusion, a hug from the Wolverine would probably fix me.