#toddler!reader

[tinylilacbun]

(thought) oh I can just imagine toddler!reader reaction when she finds out the pretty guy who gave her extra sprinkles on her ice cream will now be her babysitter🥺 I bet she would be all shy at first when he comes to her house to introduce himself with her parents, but I feel like at some point when he goes to her level and ask "what you think, lil one? think I'm good enough for the service?" jokingly but stoping on his tracks when she hugs him😭and jj is so tough and.. well, himself, so he wouldn't know how to react because why the hell is this kid so f sweet with him? And his heart is melting, because at first he was so thinking of rejecting the offer not even a day ago and now.. well, now he has to blink a bit before getting out of her hold before turning to her parents again, because for some weird reason his eyes are a bit wet and unconfy. Must be some dust or eyelash, of course.

I LITERALLY TEARED UP AT THIS OMG 😭

You hiding behind your mom's legs when he enters the house, all smiley but still shy considering your little crush on him and JJ greets your parents before crouching down in front of you, that signature smirk of his on his face.

"Think we gonna get along well, cupcake?" He asks and you blush, nodding your head and slowly stepping forward.

He's completely caught off guard when you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him slightly. Unsure what to do he hesitantly wraps his arms around you, blinking a few times as he feels his eyes sting with tears.

JJ contemplated the last few days after your father asked if he would be up for being your babysitter, skeptical of accepting the offer from one of the most wealthiest families after the Camerons.

Now all those thoughts are washed away as he's holding you in his arms, knowing that job could help him by making better decisions and learning to have more responsibilities.

"Okay-" He coughs, letting you pull away again before he stands up straight, wiping under his eyes. "Got something in my eye."

After the sweet moment your mother starts to lead him through the house and tells him all the things he needs to know about you, and JJ looks down when he feels you grabbing his hand following right by his side.

[invincibledc]

TODDLERTWIN!READER IMAGINE‼️

ToddlerTwin!reader who is trying to ignore toddler!damian who is pulling on their sleeve. Damian had accidentally ate reader’s last cookie, making the toddler puff and huff. Damian then starts to cry loudly, not liking the silent treatment as Alfred picks Damian up. Damian glares at Alfred while yelling “no! Down!” As he pushes a chubby hand against the butler. Alfred sighs and puts Damian back down to not make the tantrum even worse. Damian goes over to his twin and sit down with a hard thump. Annoyed at being picked up, he plays with reader’s hand. Making the ticklish reader giggle. That soon makes the other twin, Damian laugh as he keeps tickling reader.

Alfred can only smile as he walks to the kitchen to make more cookies

[darknqlmes]

Baby Gilbert

!!!NOT MY GIF!!!

Summary: When Y/N Gilbert has a nightmare, they try going into Elena's room, only to see her boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore.

Paring: Stefan Salvatore/Gilbert!Reader Elena Gilbert/Sister!Reader

Warnings: None! Just Pure fluff!

Y/N shot up from their bed, breathing heavily and with tears in their eyes, sweat dripping from their body, and on to the bed. Getting up, Y/N walked out of their room and went to Jeremy's room. Only to open the door and see him asleep, not wanting to wake their older brother up, they quietly closed the door and left to see if their older sister, Elena, was awake.

While they were walking to Elena's room, Y/N saw that Elena had her lights on, and so Y/N knew that she was awake. Y/N opened the door and looked in the room, only to see their older sister's boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. Stefan was reading a book when he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw the four-year-old standing at the door.

Stefan became concerned. Why? They had tears in their eyes. "Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Y/N looked up to Stefan, "I-I had a nightmare. Where's Elena?" Stefan pointed to Elena's bathroom, indicating that she was in there. "In the bathroom, getting ready for bed. But for now, you can come in." Y/N walked in the room and went straight for Stefan. Holding on tight because they were scared and wanted to be comforted.

Stefan's heart broke from hearing their little whimpers and sobs. So what he did was calm them down. Shushing them and holding them in his arms. When their sobs stopped, he looked down at them and smiled at what he was seeing. They were dead asleep in his arms, suckling their thumb and making little noises.

When Elena came out of the bathroom, she stopped to admire the view she was seeing in 'awe'. Upon seeing her boyfriend cradle her sister/brother, what she thought was the cutest was that they were willingly in Stefan's arms. Walking up to Stefan, she was planning on bringing Y/N back to their room.

"Okay, how about this? You get in bed, and I'll get Y/N back to bed." She had her arms out about to grab them when Stefan made a growl noise, indicating he didn't want her to leave. Elena had to contain her laughter because she thought that this was both funny and cute. Sighing, she agreed to let Y/N sleep with them tonight, so getting into bed with Stefan while trying to wake Y/N up was kind of hard.

When the three of them were lying down, Elena looked to her boyfriend and said, "You do know that if Damon hears about this at all, he won't ever let it go." Stefan, still holding Y/N while looking at Elena, chuckled and nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. We just won't tell anyone." Elena looked at Stefan with love in her eyes and whispered, "Goodnight."

They both then dozed off, with the four-year old in the middle of the bed.

Hey guys, thanks for reading this little story that I came up with. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see y'all later. <3

[heyitspapayaontop]

Pirates on the harbor

Request: None

Pairing: Dad!Charles Leclerc x Toddler Daughter!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Summary: Charles takes his family out for a day on the yacht and his daughter and him mess around.

On a sunny afternoon in Monaco, the shimmering waves danced under the blue sky as the sleek yacht bobbed gently at the marina. Charles Leclerc stood at the helm, a broad smile lighting up his features as he prepared for a day of family fun. The scent of saltwater filled the air, mixing with the laughter that echoed behind him.

"Y/N, regarde! C'est un grand bateau!" ("Y/N, look! It's a big boat!") Charles called back to his daughter, who was perched on the deck, her little fingers gripping the railing tightly. At just three years old, Y/N Leclerc was the apple of her father’s eye. With curly brown hair tumbling onto her forehead and big, bright eyes filled with wonder, she took in the world around her with pure curiosity. It was her very first outing on the family yacht, and everything delighted her.

“Papa! Un poisson!” ("Papa! A fish!") Y/N squealed, pointing excitedly at a small splash in the water. Her French babbling was cute and infectious, wrapping around the family like a warm embrace. Although she hadn’t yet learned English, her enthusiasm transcended any language barrier.

“Oui, ma chérie!” ("Yes, my dear!") Charles replied, ruffling her hair affectionately before turning back to help secure the last of the sails. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his mother, Pascale, chatting with his brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, who were setting up a small picnic on the deck.

“Il est beau ici, non?” (“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”) Y/N clapped her hands, her tiny voice ringing among the adult chatter.

“C’est magnifique!” (“C’est magnifique!”) Arthur chimed in, joining Y/N at the railing and looking over the water with her. “Tu veux voir des poissons de près, Y/N?” (“Do you want to see some fish up close, Y/N?”)

“Oui, oui!” ("Yes yes!") she bounced on her little toes, her excitement palpable.

Lorenzo leaned against the yacht’s railing, watching the two siblings. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t fall in. She still can’t swim, right?” His tone was half-joking while maintaining a protective edge; family was everything, and looking after each other was crucial, especially when it came to the youngest Leclerc.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Charles said with assurance. He moved closer to Y/N, his large hands ready to scoop her up if needed. “We’re going to have an adventure today!”

As the yacht set off, the gentle hum of the engine blended with the soft lapping of the waves against the hull. Y/N was entranced by the scene, her wide eyes reflecting the sparkling Mediterranean before her. “Ulala, papa! Regarde les vagues!” she exclaimed, her little hands flailing as she pointed at the water.

“Oui, mes petites vagues!” (“Yes, my little waves!”) Charles replied, a laugh bubbling up from his chest.

Alexandra was sitting nearby, soaking in the sun with a serene smile. She often found solace in these family moments, watching Charles and her daughter interact so freely and joyfully. They seemed to be made for each other; the ease with which they communicated, the comfort found in each other's presence, lit up the entire atmosphere. “Charles, look, you’ve got her convinced we are going on a pirate adventure!” she teased lightly, her French accent joyously intertwining with her playful demeanor.

“Argh, I’m a pirate now?” Charles grinned, pretending to brandish an imaginary sword. “Y/N, are you my first mate?”

“Oui!” ("Yes!") she shouted, jumping up and down, eyes sparkling with glee. The innocence of her childhood blended perfectly with the camaraderie that enveloped the Leclerc family aboard the yacht.

As they sailed further into the open sea, Charles dropped anchor in a serene cove. The surroundings were stunning, cliffs rising majestically from the water and lush greenery lining the shores. “This is perfect for our picnic!” Pascale announced, taking charge of the basket filled with sandwiches and fruit.

“Y/N, my little pirate,” Charles said, kneeling down to meet her gaze. “Are you ready for some treasure hunting?”

“Oui, oui, papa!” ("Yes, yes, Papa!") She nodded fervently, bubbling with excitement.

The family spread themselves across the deck, enjoying the treats while laughing and sharing stories. They called Y/N over, presenting her with a small treasure map Lorenzo had doodled. “Here, Y/N! If you follow this map, you’ll find a treasure!” he declared, pointing to the ‘X’ marked boldly on the paper.

“Treasure!” Y/N squealed, taking the map and holding it as if it were a precious artifact. “Allons-y!” (“Let’s go!”) Off she went, wandering around the deck, her imagination taking flight as she searched for hidden gems.

While Charles watched her, he felt a swell of pride and love. This little girl was a mix of him and Alexandra; her laughter, her spirit, and even her babbling French filled his heart to the brim.

Time relieved the moments, and soon they all gathered around while Y/N spotted where her ‘treasure’ might be buried—an old box hidden under a little table. “Regarde! Un trésor!” (“Look! A treasure!”) she yelled, causing every adult on board to join her in a flurry of joy. They hoisted her triumphantly, celebrating her victory.

Inside the box, they found colorful seashells and small toys, trophies of the lovely day they spent together. “C’est joli ! !” (“It’s pretty!”) Y/N said, holding up a shell, and it almost seemed to shine brighter, reflecting her wondrous spirit.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything, Charles pulled Y/N close, wrapping an arm around her as they stood at the edge of the deck. “Did you have fun, little pirate?” he asked as he looked across the water.

“Oui, beaucoup!” (“Yes, a lot!”) she giggled, leaning into him for comfort.

In that very moment, the world felt perfect—a father, a daughter, a family bound by love and laughter, sailing towards endless adventures in the sun-kissed sea.

[gothghostiie]

🥺🥺🥺 toddler reader callin all the boys dada except for Price who is mama. That man is mama coded and you CANNOT prove me wrong. No matter how much Price tries to correct u he will always be ur mama :)

YES YES YES!!!!

The boys are papa, 100% but price??? thats mama. the boys are having a ball with this, encouraging it while it drives price insane, at least at the start. tho after a while of everyone calling him mama he is so used to it that he doesn't even react when the boys or you call him anything else

[lil-isha]

Can people please give me some Child!reader fics 🙏😭 I think I've read them all. I NEED CHILD!READER FICS, I NEVER GOT TO HAVE A CHILDHOOD. I need them all

Kid!reader, Toddler!reader, baby!reader, child!reader, teen!reader, platonic!reader, Daughter!reader, son!reader, sister!reader, brother!reader. I DONT CARE, JUST GIVE THEM TOO ME‼️

I NEED PLATONIC FICS

[elizabethsnuts]

I’ve read a fic where Reid’s daughter dresses up as Penelope for Halloween… I know it isn’t Halloween yet but would you be willing to write one where Reid’s toddler daughter wants to dress as Hotch and she’s totally in character - frowning, scowling, and just capturing the Unit Chief to a tee bc she’s a little profiler? 👉🏼👈🏼🫶🏼 I’d love the team’s reactions, and I headcanon Hotch would be such a softie for Spencer’s daughter lol. Tysm!

Halloween Costume

Spencer Reid x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You dressed as your favourite profiler and unit chief for Halloween, you couldn’t wait to show him.

A/N: I could no way wait till Halloween to write this! It’s so cute!!

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You loved Halloween, it was your favourite holiday. Not that you had experienced it many times as you were only a toddler but that didn’t stop you from going absolutely ecstatic when someone brought it up.

You were giggling with excitement as Spencer tied the little red tie to your suit, you had been insistent on who you wanted to be for Halloween to Spencer every time the holiday was mentioned.

Spencer smiled as he finished your tie and stood back a little to look at your full outfit, he let out an exaggerated gasp as you crossed your little arms. “Oh, you definitely look like Uncle Hotch now. He is going to love this costume.”

You squealed and clapped your hands, you were very excited to show the whole team your costume. You loved Hotch and you looked up to him a lot, you were looking forward to being him for Halloween.

Spencer chuckled and gave you a thumbs-up. He loved seeing you so happy about things with your childlike innocence. “Alright, Y/N, do your best Uncle Hotch face.”

You quickly got into character, putting a frown on your face and keeping your arms crossed, you were posing perfectly like the Unit Chief.

Spencer nodded in approval, smiling at your cute, little face. “You definitely have it down, little profiler. I can barely tell the difference! Are you ready to show everyone?”

You nodded eagerly and grinned. “Yes! We show everyone now, Daddy!”

Spencer gently grabbed your hand and walked you out into the bullpen where everyone was, you had your best little frown and scowl on, doing the best impression you could of Hotch.

Penelope gasped and squealed, quickly kneeling down to see your outfit and you. “Oh look at you, Y/N! Or should I say Hotch!? You look just like him, oh you did such a good job with your costume!”

You tried to suppress the shy smile threatening to creep up onto your face. You tried to lower your cute little toddler-like voice, it was so cute. “I in charge.”

JJ and Emily quickly walked over with big smiles on their faces. JJ crouched down and smiled. “You look like you’re definitely the boss, little miss! Look at this outfit!”

Emily nodded in agreement and tickled your sides. “You are going to blow away these other little Trick-or-Treaters!”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at all the compliments she was getting for her costume. You felt two strong arms pick you up and turn you around, you let out a squeal as you saw who it was. “Uncle Derek!”

“Excuse me, Hotch? Is that you? You seem to have shrunken! Hmm, or maybe I’ve just gotten much taller! Uncle Derek? I think that title is reserved for a special little genius.” Derek grinned, pretending he didn’t know it was you in costume.

“Uncle Derek, it me! It me Y/N! I just dressing up as Uncle Hotch.” You giggled and gave Derek a hug.

“Oh? Pretty girl? Little Miss Y/N Reid? My gosh, you really tricked me! I thought you were Hotch! Pretty girl you’ve really outdone yourself.” Derek gave you a big hug and put you back down on your two tiny feet.

You looked up at Spencer and smiled. “We go see Uncle Hotch now?

Spencer nodded and smiled, gently taking your hand and leading you up the ramp to Hotch’s office. “Of course, let’s go show him your costume!”

You walked quietly over to the door and gently pushed it open. You put your best frown on your face and walked in with your tiny hands on your hips. “Ahem, ‘cuse me! This my office!”

Hotch looked up with a small smile on his face, he stood up and walked over to you. “Oh my! It’s the Unit Chief. You look very professional, just like a profiler.”

You giggled and gave Hotch a big hug. “It me, Uncle Hotch! It’s Y/N!”

Hotch let out a quiet chuckle and hugged her back, he had a secret soft spot for you. “I think you need some proper identification.” He pulled out his ID badge and clipped it to your suit. “Now you’re officially the unit chief!”

You grinned and touched the ID. “Thank you, Uncle Hotch! We both be in charge?”

Hotch nodded his head, picking you up and setting you on his side. “Oh yes, we can both be unit chiefs, we’ll both tell everyone what to do.”

You nodded and quietly whispered in his ear. “You come Trick-or-Treating with me an’ Daddy?”

Hotch let a soft smile appear on his face, he looked back at you and stroked the top of your head. “Well, I think that I can make some time for that.”

You grinned excitedly and clapped your hands, looking at Spencer. “Daddy! Uncle Hotch is going too!”

Hotch walked back out into the bullpen with you in his arms. “Excuse me, everyone. My Co-Unit Chief and I are going Trick-or-Treating, she has also invited anyone who’d like to come along.”

You put your little hand up and frowned. “Wheels up in thirty!”

The rest of the night was a memorable one, the team and you went house to house getting candy and treats. Spencer was preparing for the intense sugar rush that was going to inevitably happen when they got home. The night ended with you sharing the candy with the team and falling asleep in the car on the way home.

[chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise]

tangled

JJ Maybank x toddler!sister!reader

(REQUEST): thinking of baby sister maybank maybe being 1-2 and jj is really struggling with her hair, and he wants her hair out of her face but doesn’t know what to do. so sarah and kie step in

warning(s): N/A

a/n: thank you for the request, m'love. if i'm being honest i may rewrite this in the future because i have unfortunately had very little motivation to write this week. :( but even still i hope that you enjoy.

also, to everyone who has written me a request, i promise i'm working on them! they should all hopefully be finished by this week or the next.

“Ow!” Y/N squeaked, her plump digits failing to swat away JJ’s hands.

Her elder brother huffed, struggling to tame the toddler’s head of unruly curls. It was hard enough to pull all of the odds and ends of her hair into a ponytail far too small for his large fingers–let alone when she was intervening in the already troublesome process. 

“I know, I know,” JJ said, instinctively jutting out one of his hands to keep a wriggling Y/N from jumping out of his lap. He just barely managed to foil yet another one of her escape attempts. “You’ve just gotta sit still for a minute, peanut. Almost done.”

Y/N continued to whine, squinting against the harsh sun whilst JJ fiddled around with an elastic band in several failed attempts to create a functioning ponytail. The task only got harder as time trekked on—Y/N was antsy to join Kie and Sarah up at the bow of the HMS Pogue, and the more she tried to squirm her way to freedom, the worse JJ’s makeshift ponytails became.

“Jesus, dude. What the Hell are you doin’ to our mini Pogue, huh?” John B teased from the helm after several minutes of Y/N’s aggravated complaints, tonguing his cheek in amusement.

JJ had managed to get a good chunk of Y/N’s hair held sturdily away from her face, but several of her thick curls still fell like a veil over her large blue eyes. 

“Don’t listen to him, Jay. You’re a pro,” Pope laughed from behind him. JJ glared from behind the lenses of his shades.

“Ha-ha-fucking-ha. You ever tried to do this shit, man? It’s harder than it looks.”

The girls laughed as they caught a glimpse of JJ’s masterpiece. Y/N pouted, blonde curls spilling over her chubby face. “Need some help over there, Jay?” Kiara finally asked, taking pity on JJ who now wore a nearly identical pout to his baby sister. 

The boy sighed, running a hand through his own hair. “Please.” He scooped up his sister and carefully set her down on her unstable feet. “She’s all yours.”

Y/N, content with her newfound freedom, barrelled over to where her favourite Pogues had been sitting all afternoon: lounging around as they tanned and took swigs from their respective beers. Sarah laughed as the young girl fell onto her legs, wasting no time in sitting the little firecracker between herself and Kie.

“Wow,” Sarah said, observing the elder Maybank’s work up close. It was worse than she thought. “JJ really did a number on you, huh?”

“Jay bad at hair!” Y/N accused, brows furrowed in annoyance as she pointed a crude finger at her big brother. JJ rolled his eyes.

“Did better than you could've, peanut.” Y/N stuck out her tongue in response, and the girls chuckled as JJ reciprocated her gesture.

“Don’t worry, Y/N/N. We’ll take care of it,” Kie said, carefully undoing JJ’s handiwork without so much of a wince from the toddler. Sarah dipped into her bag to find a hairbrush and the few extra elastics she always kept on hand. “Gonna make you look so pretty, bub.”

“Promise?” The little girl beamed up at her, and Kie lightly pinched at her cheek.

“Promise.”

It took an embarrassingly short period of time for Kie and Sarah to get Y/N’s hair in order, brushing it into two braided pigtails on either side of her small head. The smile never left Y/N’s face as they worked, efficient and gentle in their process—the complete opposite to JJ’s hectic routine.

“Alrighty,” Sarah declared as she manoeuvred the final hairband, twisting the elastic a few extra times around the toddler’s braid to keep it in place. “You’re all done, Y/N!”

“I look pretty?” Y/N asked, eyes shining with anticipation. Kiara tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“The prettiest.”

Y/N wasted no time in toddling back over to where JJ was now busy talking to the other two boys, her cheeks dimpled with pride.  “Jay!” She cheered, bouncing with excitement. The blond looked down at her, a grin breaking out over his face as he caught sight of his baby sister’s new hairdo. “Pretty?”

JJ chuckled, lifting her back into his lap and pressing a sloppy kiss to her nose.

“Beautiful as ever, munchkin.” Y/N wrapped her small arms around his bronzed shoulders, and JJ gave another quick kiss to her temple. “What’d’ya say we get Kie and Sarah to do your hair all the time now, huh?”

He barely had enough time to complete his sentence as an empty beer can came flying at his shoulder, thrown by a now smirking Kiara.

“You wish, Maybank!”

[itscalledastrategyfred]

Pirates on the harbor

Request: None

Pairing: Dad!Charles Leclerc x Toddler Daughter!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Summary: Charles takes his family out for a day on the yacht and his daughter and him mess around.

Notice: Yes, this is from @heyitspapayaontop. That is my second blog. Thank you<3

On a sunny afternoon in Monaco, the shimmering waves danced under the blue sky as the sleek yacht bobbed gently at the marina. Charles stood at the helm, a broad smile lighting up his features as he prepared for a day of family fun. The scent of saltwater filled the air, mixing with the laughter that echoed behind him.

"Y/N, regarde! C'est un grand bateau!" ("Y/N, look! It's a big boat!") Charles called back to his daughter, who was perched on the deck, her little fingers gripping the railing tightly. At just three years old, Y/N Leclerc was the apple of her father’s eye. With curly brown hair tumbling onto her forehead and big, bright eyes filled with wonder, she took in the world around her with pure curiosity. It was her very first outing on the family yacht, and everything delighted her.

“Papa! Un poisson!” ("Papa! A fish!") Y/N squealed, pointing excitedly at a small splash in the water. Her French babbling was cute and infectious, wrapping around the family like a warm embrace. Although she hadn’t yet learned English, her enthusiasm transcended any language barrier.

“Oui, ma chérie!” ("Yes, my dear!") Charles replied, ruffling her hair affectionately before turning back to help secure the last of the sails. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his mother, Pascale, chatting with his brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, who were setting up a small picnic on the deck.

“Il est beau ici, non?” (“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”) Y/N clapped her hands, her tiny voice ringing among the adult chatter.

“C’est magnifique!” (“C’est magnifique!”) Arthur chimed in, joining Y/N at the railing and looking over the water with her. “Tu veux voir des poissons de près, Y/N?” (“Do you want to see some fish up close, Y/N?”)

“Oui, oui!” ("Yes yes!") she bounced on her little toes, her excitement palpable.

Lorenzo leaned against the yacht’s railing, watching the two siblings. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t fall in. She still can’t swim, right?” His tone was half-joking while maintaining a protective edge; family was everything, and looking after each other was crucial, especially when it came to the youngest Leclerc.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Charles said with assurance. He moved closer to Y/N, his large hands ready to scoop her up if needed. “We’re going to have an adventure today!”

As the yacht set off, the gentle hum of the engine blended with the soft lapping of the waves against the hull. Y/N was entranced by the scene, her wide eyes reflecting the sparkling Mediterranean before her. “Ulala, papa! Regarde les vagues!” she exclaimed, her little hands flailing as she pointed at the water.

“Oui, mes petites vagues!” (“Yes, my little waves!”) Charles replied, a laugh bubbling up from his chest.

Alexandra was sitting nearby, soaking in the sun with a serene smile. She often found solace in these family moments, watching Charles and her daughter interact so freely and joyfully. They seemed to be made for each other; the ease with which they communicated, the comfort found in each other's presence, lit up the entire atmosphere. “Charles, look, you’ve got her convinced we are going on a pirate adventure!” she teased lightly, her French accent joyously intertwining with her playful demeanor.

“Argh, I’m a pirate now?” Charles grinned, pretending to brandish an imaginary sword. “Y/N, are you my first mate?”

“Oui!” ("Yes!") she shouted, jumping up and down, eyes sparkling with glee. The innocence of her childhood blended perfectly with the camaraderie that enveloped the Leclerc family aboard the yacht.

As they sailed further into the open sea, Charles dropped anchor in a serene cove. The surroundings were stunning, cliffs rising majestically from the water and lush greenery lining the shores. “This is perfect for our picnic!” Pascale announced, taking charge of the basket filled with sandwiches and fruit.

“Y/N, my little pirate,” Charles said, kneeling down to meet her gaze. “Are you ready for some treasure hunting?”

“Oui, oui, papa!” ("Yes, yes, Papa!") She nodded fervently, bubbling with excitement.

The family spread themselves across the deck, enjoying the treats while laughing and sharing stories. They called Y/N over, presenting her with a small treasure map Lorenzo had doodled. “Here, Y/N! If you follow this map, you’ll find a treasure!” he declared, pointing to the ‘X’ marked boldly on the paper.

“Treasure!” Y/N squealed, taking the map and holding it as if it were a precious artifact. “Allons-y!” (“Let’s go!”) Off she went, wandering around the deck, her imagination taking flight as she searched for hidden gems.

While Charles watched her, he felt a swell of pride and love. This little girl was a mix of him and Alexandra; her laughter, her spirit, and even her babbling French filled his heart to the brim.

Time relieved the moments, and soon they all gathered around while Y/N spotted where her ‘treasure’ might be buried—an old box hidden under a little table. “Regarde! Un trésor!” (“Look! A treasure!”) she yelled, causing every adult on board to join her in a flurry of joy. They hoisted her triumphantly, celebrating her victory.

Inside the box, they found colorful seashells and small toys, trophies of the lovely day they spent together. “C’est joli ! !” (“It’s pretty!”) Y/N said, holding up a shell, and it almost seemed to shine brighter, reflecting her wondrous spirit.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything, Charles pulled Y/N close, wrapping an arm around her as they stood at the edge of the deck. “Did you have fun, little pirate?” he asked as he looked across the water.

“Oui, beaucoup!” (“Yes, a lot!”) she giggled, leaning into him for comfort.

In that very moment, the world felt perfect—a father, a daughter, a family bound by love and laughter, sailing towards endless adventures in the sun-kissed sea.

[soulreader05]

It’s so hard trying to find platonic from new fandoms yet all you find is explicit stuff…

And even when I do find some platonic content, it’s so small…

[tinylilacbun]

Pictures that babysitter!jj takes of toddler!reader ౨ৎ ⋅˚₊‧˚⊹ ᰔ

[invincibledc]

FLUFF + SMALL WORK SINCE IM BORED IN CLASS

Jason Todd, older brother, HUMAN, older brother and apparently a “father” to baby raccoon!reader who always crawls into his bed with their chubby small figure—holding saltine crackers, wanting to share with their male figure of the family than the others.

Jason at first wasn’t interested into the new adopted sibling into the family, not caring to glance at the small child who always look at him with those small eyes of theirs.

And now look at him, size of a fridge reading bed time stories to the small rascal. Always picking them up and falling asleep together.

If another batfamily were to post about the animal shifter eating, he would be the one to type “their greed disgust me.” As if he doesn’t stack them up on fruits and nuts as he researches what raccoons mostly eat.

Even if the child is part human and can possibly handle other things, he’s instincts tells him otherwise.

Ending up with now him having a place to live with the raccoon child, that child is his.

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

[heyitspapayaontop]

It's Tradition

George had always considered himself a proper Englishman.

He loved a rainy day, said “sorry” to doors, and took tea as seriously as he did pole positions. It wasn’t just a drink—it was a way of life.

So when his daughter—age two and a half—started developing opinions (loud, dramatic, and undeniably adorable ones), George made it his mission to raise her right.

That included proper manners, tidy socks, and—most sacred of all—tea time.

“Alright, little bear,” George said with a grin, kneeling at the tiny pastel tea table in their sunlit living room, “Daddy’s made you your very own cuppa. Milk in first, just how you like it.”

She blinked up at him from her chair, curls slightly messy from her nap, hugging a worn-out bunny with one hand and adjusting a curl in her face with the other.

He handed her the sippy cup.

She took one sip.

Paused.

And made the face—the full-body shiver of betrayal.

George blinked. “You alright, poppet?”

Y/N looked him dead in the eye. “No like.”

He tilted his head, confused. “No like the cup? Or the tea?”

She shoved the sippy cup across the table like it had personally insulted her bunny.

“Noooo tea, Dada! Tea is yuck!”

George sat back like someone had just unplugged his soul. “Wait—what do you mean? You love tea. You’re a Russell. We have tea in our blood!”

From the hallway, Carmen’s voice floated in, barely holding back a laugh. “Georgie, she’s two. Last week she hated bananas, remember?”

George turned toward her, horrified. “This is different. Bananas aren’t a lifestyle choice.”

Carmen appeared, phone already recording, and leaned in the doorway with a smirk. “This one’s going straight to your mum.”

Y/N, oblivious to her father’s spiraling, grabbed a juice box from the table and held it up triumphantly. “I like orange.”

George let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. “Orange juice,” he repeated, dead inside. “First she snubbed Yorkshire pudding. Now this.”

“She didn’t snub it,” Carmen said gently. “She was just confused when you poured gravy on it.”

George huffed something about traitors in his own home and flopped onto the sofa dramatically.

Y/N marched over, holding the bunny in one arm and the juice in the other. “BunBun say tea is bleh.”

George placed a hand over his heart. “Even BunBun?”

Carmen walked over and kissed his head, still laughing. “You’ll survive, babe. She might come back to it.”

But later that evening, as George brewed his last cup of the day and sat down quietly in the kitchen, Y/N toddled in wearing her rocket ship pajamas and climbed into his lap.

She peeked at his mug, then looked up at him with soft eyes.

“Tea?”

“You want a sip?”

She nodded.

He passed it to her carefully. She took one tiny sip… and gave him a look.

Then: “Still yucky.”

George sighed, scooped her up, and kissed her forehead.

“Orange juice it is, then.”

And as Carmen watched from the doorway, smiling at the sight of her two sleepy loves in the kitchen, she whispered, “She’s still Daddy’s girl—even if she’s not into tea.”

George, cradling his juice-loving rebel, smiled.

“…Always.”

A/N: huge apologies abt the divider, my program is having warfare with me so sorry about the blurry ones

[gothghostiie]

I know we all love kid!Reaader but what about a really little kid Reader? Like a baby or toddler? Sweet baby gets left behind near their base and the boys decide well, that’s their baby now :) free real estate

yes!!

toddler!reader wandering around close to the base because you've just kinda been left there, all you have is a tiny backpack with a small drink, a few crackers and a stuffie, maybe a blanket. maybe johnny finds you, he looks around and sees no one? yea hes straight up just grabbing you and carrying you to prices office.

price is a bit mad at soap, while surprised youre not making a fuss. he knows damn well there's no way you accidentally forget your kid here, he knows it has to have been on purpose. he feels incredibly sad and sorry for you, but he cannot deny the happiness of having a little bundle of joy around the base.

[elizabethsnuts]

do you know about the tiktoks where there’s a baby named azai (he’s soooooo cute!) who loves to say hi to people at target?! would you be willing to write something like that with Hotchner!reader?!? but she does it whenever he has to take her to work? ☺️❤️

Social Butterfly

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: When your dad takes you to work you can’t help but say hi to everyone that walks past.

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You were back at work with Aaron, not surprising since you always seemed to be able to wriggle out of going to daycare. There was a bunch of sicknesses going around your daycare and Aaron preferred you to not be at risk of getting sick because he knew from experience how weak your immune system was.

You were standing in the elevator, your tiny hand in Aaron’s. He looked down at you and sighed. “Alright, you know what I’m going to say. Don’t say hi to every person you see, okay?”

You chucked your tiny thumb up and grinned, your pacifier still in between your lips. “Okay!”

Aaron gave you a little smile and picked you up under your arms to set you on his hip. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Aaron walked out of the elevator with you, immediately there were other FBI agents around. You grinned and waved excitedly. “Hi! Hi!”

You didn’t know this agent, and neither did Aaron but you didn’t care, you just wanted to say hi. The agent turned to you and smiled. “Hey there, sweetheart! Are you here with your dad?”

You nodded your little head, patting Aaron on the shoulder. “Daddy. He FBI!”

The agent chuckled and nodded, giving you a little high-five. “That’s so cool! I hope you have fun. I’m in the FBI too!”

You gasped and smiled, you thought it was so crazy that someone else was part of the FBI like your dad. “Both!”

The agent nodded and showed you his badge. “Yeah, we’re both in the FBI! Did you know that everyone in this building is in the FBI?”

Your little jaw dropped, your pacifier almost falling out of your mouth. “Daddy! Everyone here FBI!”

Aaron nodded and pushed your pacifier back into your mouth. “That’s right, everyone here is part of the FBI.”

The agent gave you a wave goodbye and one last high-five. You giggled and Aaron kept walking. He was secretly amused that you couldn’t help but say hi to everyone you saw. You saw another agent walk past and you immediately waved again.

“Hi! Hi!” You giggled as the agent waved back but kept walking. You loved going to work with your dad and seeing everyone.

Aaron shook his head with a small smile, gently rubbing your back. “What have I said about talking to strangers?”

You shook your head and giggled, eagerly waving to another person passing by. “Hi!” You turned back to Aaron and smiled. “Daddy’s friends.”

Aaron shook his head and kissed your cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know these people. Neither do you.”

You giggled and waved to another person. “I friendly.”

Aaron nodded in agreement, fixing the soft hair that had fallen out of your tiny hair tie. “Yes, you are.”

Aaron eventually made it to the bullpen and he pointed to all his team members. “N/N, these are Daddy’s friends, okay? You know them, but you don’t know the random people walking by.”

You nodded your head, looking around at everyone. You excitedly waved at them. “Hi, Aunty JJ! Hi! Aunty Emily! Uncle Spencer! Hi, hi, hi! Uncle Derek! Hi!”

Aaron chuckled and put you down, letting you run over to everyone and say hi to them. He watched as you gave everyone a hug and a wave, repeatedly saying hi to them. He would have to keep working on stranger danger with you but he’d let you keep being friendly to everyone for the time being.