#Owis family

[itmeansiris]

🎨: That went down hill quickly 😬

*She was late because her injured leg makes her walk slower, but principal Benson wasn’t interested in our reason…🙄

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

This is so bittersweet knowing what we do about Rose's passtimes on the meteor journey.

[retropopcult]

"Sergeant Franklin Williams, home on leave in Baltimore from Army duty at Fort Bragg, singing with sister Sarah, brother Thomas and best girl Ellen Hardin while his sister Annetta plays the piano." Photographed 1942 by Arthur Rothstein for the Office of War Information.

[gnomebud]

covid again …

[ali3nboyfriend]

standing in doc martens for two hours.... do not fuckin recommend.

[michellemisfit]

It’s barely past lunch time and it’s already been A DAY, so I figured everyone else should also suffer. Sorry not sorry.

Thanks @deedala for finding this video

[cnidariandreams]

[itmeansiris]

🎨: Does this look like rest to you? 😒

[mvnces]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds / @ human decker?? 💋

The stitches were only a couple of days old when he had ripped them open. Doing work around his apartment, it had been an accident and it hurt like an absolute bitch. Maybe it hurt more than it should because the wound was still fresh as were the stitches.

But, with how desensitized he was to blood, the cleanup was easy enough. Decker had wrapped a bandage around it to prevent getting blood all over as he finished his work. Deal with ripped stitches and the blood at a later point in the day. Easy.

He had assumed that he could just manage to stitch up his arm again on his own. It wouldn't be as precise as a medic or a genuine doctor, though. It would keep him from having to make a trip back to the emergency room, at least, and keep him from having to explain to the nurses why he was there. Less than a week since the last time that he had seen them.

It was only the reaction to an off-handed comment he had made to Sarah when she called. (The call was actually, namely, from the girls who wanted Uncle Theo's opinion on their outfits for school). He had gotten three separate voices yelling at him for that — In the end, Sarah had chewed him out to the point that he had agreed to see a doctor to get it properly cleaned out and stitched up. And, well, he was scared of her enough to follow through with it.

"I tried to clean it up as much as I could," Decker offered out after being ushered back into one of the rooms. Silence had hung over them as he watched the other man work, the needle threading his skin back together. Again. He watched as the other man, Dr. Devereaux, cut the thread that had been used for the stitches. The bandages to wrap around his forearm came next. "I won't rip these ones open. Promise."

He would just have to be careful — And dodge Jasper when she was particularly energetic. It would be fine.

"Unless I'd get some sort of frequent visitor pass for next time."

[castielafflicted]

I got home like an hour ago which means I was gone for 56 hours. That is far too many actually! But I am in fact safe and did not forget anything and now can pass the fuck out on my own bed where I don't sink into the bed.

[tojisun]

the apple that rolled over to the tree

!! fluff; f!reader; parenthood!!; simon-centric hehe >:3 // divider by @/plutism!

there is a… kid attached to your hip when simon returns home from a mission, his exhausted body stumbling into the kitchen where he finds you and it.

“what—”

he can’t even fathom the emotion coursing through him at the moment, what with shock triumphing over everything. still, you’d probably need to give him credit for not losing his goddamn mind at seeing a whole child — he couldn’t have been more than two years old with how he’s only three apples tall — clinging to you like a baby koala.

“oh my god, you’re back!” you squeal, unfazed at how dumbfounded your fiance has become, before shuffling close to embrace him.

simon reciprocates the hug anyway.

you step back, your lips still wobbling in your tears as you stare up at him, all awed like you couldn’t believe that he was back and simon wishes he can press his promises to your lips because he will always find a way to come back, he swears on his life, but also—

the child.

“sweetheart?” he begins, soft as to not spook you or the kid. “who’s, uh, who’s that?”

the child shifts, turning his little face from where it was burrowed onto your neck at the sound of simon’s voice. he rests his head on your clavicle, smooshing his already chubby cheek, before the biggest brown eyes that simon’s ever seen stare up at him, all doe-eyed and jarringly innocent, and simon, he—

well, not even babysitting tommy’s kids prepared him for this.

“this is yasha,” you murmur, pulling simon’s attention back to you. “or yakov, or james if he would want an english name.”

the boy reacts to you calling his name, and simon watches as those curious eyes tip up at you in question. you swipe your finger over his nose, the little thing scrunching up at the ticklish feeling, and simon becomes breathless at seeing the unadulterated joy in your face.

it is all parts soft and tender, but also anxious and worried, and simon begins to puzzle out the pieces.

“he’s my foster child. or ours, i guess, now that you’re here.” your voice is so fragile as you reply to him, your hand now beginning to rub soothing nothings on the boy’s back. simon wonders if it’s more to calm yourself down than it is to comfort the boy.

your lips purse, hesitating, and simon waits because while he he’s pieced out what you want to ask, he knows that this is something you would want to truly talk to him about. it is something he knows you have mustered up the courage to bring up so he gives it to you, open and ready, and he hopes that his face and his gait show that whatever it is you would want to say, simon will always support you no matter what.

“si?” you begin, looking heart-wrenchingly small in your worry. “i think i wanna adopt him.”

simon hums, stepping close but also being careful not to crowd yasha, before he curls his arms around you two — his family — and nuzzles his face on your other shoulder. “i’d love that.”

he offers you a smile, and squeezes your arm in comfort, then he watches as the tears come, easily springing up from your eyes. yasha startles, whirling to look up at his mother in worry. simon’s throat constricts at the thought of you being a mother and him, a father; how, now, there is someone else for simon to come home to. someone to fight for.

jesus. he’d need to tell the lads and maybe get wasted as a celebration.

“owies?” yasha asks, chubby fist balling your shirt.

“they’re happy tears, sweetie pie,” you reply, crooning. “i’m just so, so happy.”

yasha hums, nodding, probably already distracted, and simon takes that time to straighten back up. he pushes your hair away from your face, before he pitches forward to press a kiss on your forehead.

yeah, he’s happy too.

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yasha gets spoiled, not that simon’s complaining given that he’s been the one doing all the spoiling.

“really, si? a new toly?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest in your exasperation.

toly or anatoly, or tory because yasha still can’t speak properly, is the name that yasha gave to all of his new stuffed toys. it all started with a dog plush that simon bought from the supermarket on a whim and gave to the boy. it was laughably quick how yasha had abandoned his blocks to make grabby hands to the toy, before squealing out that name.

the next stuffed toy that yasha received, which was just the softest and roundest penguin plush toy that simon’s ever seen, was also named toly. so was that teddy bear you bought for him. or that reindeer he got for christmas. somehow, every single one had been named toly.

the only thing you and simon can find about toly was that anatoly means sunrise. simon was so sure it was the russian word for animal, because why else would yasha repeat it, but who would have thought that their little fish is so imaginative?

like, of course he’s going to name all of his toys toly because they are as warm as sunrises. see? smart kid.

but this one, this new toly, set off world records. it was a camel plush that simon saw at the airport when he was out, pretending to be a civilian.

(garrick had been assigned with him for that mission, and was quick to spot and mention simon’s on-duty purchase.

“it’s for my boy,” he grunted in reply, forgetting the fact that he’s yet to truly break the news to his squad. garrick had never looked as surprised, and next thing simon knew, the news made its way to their group chat.

price was amiable about the whole thing. mactavish? not so much.

he just about begged to see a picture of yasha — “and yer girl again, if you wouldn’t mind.” — or even visit him. then he invited garrick to come and price invited himself too, so now the guys are going to swing by some time soon.)

when simon gave it to yasha, their boy had stared at it for a solid minute — simon counted — before screaming and then running to snatch the toy from simon’s hold. he hugged the camel close to his person, his little head nuzzling against the plush face of the camel, all the while absolutely vibrating in unabashed excitement.

he picked up thundering footsteps and turned around just enough to see you literally slide into the room. yasha continued to hug the camel, ignorant of the distress he caused, while you looked on in your panic, buzzing with worry because you just heard your boy scream, damn it!

“he’s fine, bub,” simon said before you could ask, and he watched as you came down from your frenzy, your breathing slowing down at the rationalization that if simon was not panicked, then everything’s alright.

then, your eyes landed on the new stuff toy.

“really?” you asked.

in his defence, yasha adores camel-toly.

in your defence, yasha’s room is running out of space for his tolys.

…well, simon does have all that military money. gonna have to spend it on something else, right?

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[charlie foxtrot]

sriley: link

john2: ????

sriley: new address.

garry: oh? congratulations.

sriley: thanks.

johnp: 👍

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yasha was shy when saying hi to price, then outright cried when he saw mactavish, which made simon bark out loud in laughter. yasha only stopped sniffling when he saw kyle. in no time, yasha absolutely adored garrick to the point that he would not even let him go.

dinner was prepared and while you called them all to eat, simon ambled out of the kitchen, where he had been helping you, and walked towards kyle and yasha to pick up his son and seat him on his high chair. but yasha had only looked at him, his head tilted in question, before ignoring simon and clinging onto kyle.

hell, he had even let go of camel-toly so that he could use two chubby fists to hold onto kyle. surprised, simon didn’t even know how to react and watched as his sergeant offered him an apologetic smile before carrying his son to the dining room. kyle rounded the table and sat yasha on his high chair, only, yasha made a scene when kyle did so, and he released a lungful of screams and cries, breaking everyone’s eardrums and their hearts.

kyle stood there, worried and confused, and hovered because he did not know what to do. hell, none of them did, and then you walked out of the kitchen, rushing to yasha, and hummed songs to comfort your son.

you crooned when he made grabby hands to be picked up and you did so with no hesitation, your touch soothing the boy into quiet sniffles. but even then, yasha wouldn’t settle down as he wriggled in your arms, short limbs reaching for—

simon glowered.

yasha was reaching for kyle. you were quick to giggle, asking kyle if it was alright that yasha would eat with him, and simon had glared at his sergeant, daring him to deny their son of anything, before reluctantly nodding his approval at kyle’s happy trill of, “of course, ma’am!”

yasha had finally calmed down when you sat him on kyle’s lap, and his boy was even polite enough to actually eat his soft veggies every time kyle beckoned him to open his mouth for a new spoonful.

simon did not startle, but it was close, when your hand landed on his thigh.

“you okay, baby?” you asked, eyes furrowed in your worry.

“yeah,” he remembers replying with, his throat all choked-up because he knows yasha must be excited to have new people to play with, but still, there was something that stung when his boy chose garrick over him.

not that it was kyle’s fault because he is a dear for even doing all that he did for yasha, but simon had hoped that he would always be yasha’s favourite.

too lost in his thoughts, simon had almost missed yasha’s call.

“-ddy? daddy?” yasha asked, startling simon.

it was not the first time yasha called him that, but every time he did, it never fails to make simon melt.

“yeah? what’s up, buddy?”

simon pretended that no one was watching the interaction.

yasha giggled, hiding his food-smeared lips behind his little palms, before turning to use garrick’s front to hide from simon. you snorted, murmuring to kyle how you swear you would wash his shirt before they go, but it’s all buzz to simon because his son — his darling boy — wanted to play with him during dinner.

yasha peeked at him again, before giggling once more when he caught simon’s eyes. this continued on until dinner ended, with simon occasionally miming growling monsters to induce more hearty giggles from his son, and being rewarded with the happiest laughter ever.

simon turned to you, with his heart on his throat, and beamed.

“aww,” mactavish sang from somewhere beside him. “ain’t that adorable— argh!”

simon had swung his arm out and thumped his fist on johnny’s stomach. thank god, yasha had chosen that time to hide his face again on kyle’s stomach.

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“unca’ john?” yasha asks in a stage-whisper because everyone within earshot just heard him even with his attempt to be quiet. it’s only their training that stopped simon from acting like he’s noticed.

“yeah, bubsy?” john replies, sounding so utterly soft that this version of him is so foreign to simon.

“this tory,” yasha says and simon discreetly peeks to see which toly is being introduced to uncle john — it’s the elephant one.

price gasps theatrically like he hadn’t seen yasha drool all over this elephant toy before, and puffs out, “how cute!”

“mhmm,” yasha says, nodding, then smacks the face of the toy on john’s face. the trunk smooshes against john’s nose, and thank god that elephant-tory is soft because that aim would have been lethal if it wasn’t.

“jesus—” price gasps out.

“language!” simon hisses, and ducks his head back down just before yasha could catch him peeking.

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yasha is now four and he still gets teary eyed when he sees johnny. simon placates his friend and says it’ll pass soon. maybe.

basically, i wanted to write a fic wherein simon’s reaction to being presented with a child is “what— oh okay, sure why not” and (literally in 20 minutes) “i will kill everything for this child” and so here we are

a simon spinoff - it takes a rampage (to be a dad)

[helssent]

*cutely grabs mark by the neck*

WHAT IS IT MARK?

THATS RIGHT! IS NOT CHRISTMAS!!

*throws him out the window*

WH-

WHAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh *fading scream and splat.sfx*

-💀🔫

[swappingforgood]

Morning After Part 1

I feel my boyfriend kiss my cheek as I take a picture. “Good morning, Liam,” he says in his cute morning voice. “Good morning, Matthew,” I say with a smile before feeling him bite me softly on the cheek. "Owie, why did you do that?” I laughed playfully as he responded, “I told you to call me Matty while I’m in this body; it makes me feel younger." You see, we both really are Liam and Matthew and we are definitely dating kinda, but we are most definitely not this young and cute. We are both married men who aren’t married to each other but with wives'. One day after a dinner party, my wife Melissa wanted to do a magic trick with the family, and so Matthew and I volunteered, as did our sons Peter and Jackson. What we didn’t know was that Melissa actually swapped our bodies for real. Everyone freaked out and didn’t know what to do, but Melissa reassured us that it would only last a weekend. Unfortunately, the boys had to go to work in our bodes in order to keep face, and with the wife’s gone, me and Matthew were left alone. We laughed and joked about how since we are in our son’s body that maybe we should kiss since they are dating, and honestly, when he gave me a peck on the lips, I went back for seconds. I honestly don’t know what happened. I just gave in to my teenage hormones and next thing I know I’m riding his teenage cock with my son's ass. So at least for a weekend, me and Matthew—I mean, Matty—will be in these cute twink bodies. 

[scarletwinterxx]

morning with birthday boy - dad jeno scenario

Helllloooooo so i got this request for our birthday boy🥺🤍 extra fluffy for this very special day. Hope you like it!!!

omggg pls pls make a jeno dad scenario for his birthday, maybw surprising him or something ?? 🥹🥹🥹 imagine him having a son who looks exactly like him when he was a kid 😭😭

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You and your son woke up early to make birthday pancakes for the birthday boy. It's a tradition that started years ago when you and Jeno started dating, he knew you loved pancakes so he took you out for breakfast and surprised you with a tall stack of your favorite pancake with a pink candle on top.

Now years later, here you are in your kitchen cooking pancakes with your son, Geonu, about to surprise your husband.

Geonu, now two years old, is at that age where you can let him join the fun. You love cooking and baking so usually he'd be right beside you as your little helper.

"Mommy, owy" his term for chocolate, pointing at the bowl of chocolate chips

"Want to put the choco chips? Okay, you do it like this" you carry him up, showing how and where to sprinkle it. You let him get a handful before you do the same, a few got stuck between his fingers and he immediately taste it

"You silly boy, you only wanted to get the chocolate huh" you tickle him, eliciting giggles from your little boy. Geonu is a splitting imagine of Jeno, when he was born and Jeno's mom said he look3d exactly like Jeno when he was born. And as the years passed by Geonu's showing more resemblance with his father.

Your favorite one being their identical eye smile.

You finish cooking the pancakes, fixing a stack to surprise Jeno with. Carrying the plate in one hand and Geonu with your other.

Opening your bedroom door, you see your husband still fast asleep. His bare back towards the door, you set Geonu on the bed and he immediately crawls towards his dad. Climbing on his back and laying his head right on Jeno's head.

Jeno feels something on his cheek, something settles on his back too. After a few seconds he can feel something wet on his cheek, a tiny voice gurggling.

A smile appears on his face before he could even open his eyes. He peaks with one eye, turning to see you at the edge of the mattress with a plate of pancakes and his son giving him his morning kisses

"Good morning, happy birthday baby" you tell him. He carefully move Geonu from his back to his lap, sitting up to blow the candle

"Geonu, let's make a wish. Okay 1 2 3" the little boy blowing the candle with Jeno, you sit infront your boys watching them with smitten eyes

"Thank you, baby" he tells you, leaning over to give you a kiss

"So how does it feel to be a year older?"

"I'm only a few months older, this would be you soon" he teases you back

One of many birthdays you've celebrated together and now you have your little bundle of joy to celebrate with. There's really nothing Jeno would wish for, he already has everything he needs. He used to wonder if settling down was something he'd do, he didn't really see himself as a family man. He's fine being on his own until he met you.

Ever since then, there isn't a moment he wanted to be alone ever again. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his birthdays with you the moment you smiled so big at him at that breakfast diner a few years ago.

He finally knew what real contentment feels and it's this. Mornings with you and the little boy who is equal parts of him and you. Celebrating birthdays with a tradition the two of you made.

"Let's have breakfast downstairs, I made eggs and bacon and coffee" you tell him, getting Geonu from then standing up from the bed.

Jeno sets the plate down on the bedside table before giving you a hug by the waist. Your hand finds his hair, giving him a half hug.

"I love you so so so much" he mumbles, looking up at you

You lean down to kiss him again, after a few seconds you feel a hand separate the two of you making the two of you laugh

"Uhhhh what is this? She's mine before she was yours" Jeno tells his son, giving his tummy tickles.

"Okay okay let's go get breakfast, we have a full day ahead. You go get dressed" you tell Jeno, knowing full well what's underneath the sheets

He smirks at you, waving as you walk out the door

After a few seconds you peak your head by the door, "I love you too" you say then you walk away. Jeno smiles, his eyes disappearing as the familiar feelings envelops him again. Like he's falling inlove with you for the first time again.

[butlervibesonly]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 | Austin Butler

• Summary: Every little boy has dream. And so does yours and Austin’s son. One day he wants to be an hockey player, and you two of course want the best for him.

• Pairing: boy dad Austin x mom reader

• Warnings: typos, and FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF!

• Proofreader: @eternal-love ! 💋

• Note: IMAGINE BOY DAD AUSTIN TEACHING HIS SON SKATE ! 🥹 Also! I named the son Liam but it’s in your free will to change it based on your pick! 🫶🏼

The television hums softly in the background, the NHL game on faintly. Your 5 year old son Liam sits cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the screen, lips slightly apart as he watches the game in awe. His mouth moves slightly, whispering along with the commentator’s excited voice, his little body leaning forward with every pass, every shot, every goal.

Austin sits beside you on the couch, his arm stretched along the backrest, fingers brushing your shoulder. It’s a quiet evening — the kind you love the most — your family together, enjoying the time and warmth of your home.

Liam suddenly stands up and climb on Austin’s lap. Austin holds his tiny body against his as Liam speaks out of the blue. “Daddy, I want to play hockey.” The words go from his little lips simply, but the seriousness in his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You glance at Austin, and he looks at you at the exact same time. For a second, neither of you says anything. You’re both thinking the same thing, he’s only five… He’s never even put on skates and stood on ice. He never even mentioned hockey before.

But then you look at Liam, at the way his tiny eyes shine, at the way he sits up straighter, gaze still glued to the game in television like it’s the most important thing in the world. Austin smiles and so do you. "You want to play hockey, buddy?” Austin asks, ruffling Liam’s hair playfully.

Liam nods, his excitement visible. "Yeah! I want to skate, like them!" He points at the TV, where the NHL players slide effortlessly across the ice, chasing the puck with precision and skill. You and Austin exchange that look, knowing you both want to fulfill your son’s dreams. "Alright, buddy," he says. "Then we gotta start with skating.”

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Few weeks later you and Austin bought ice skates and helmet for Liam. It was the cutest thing ever, seeing those little skates on his tiny feet. You visit the nearest ice skating stadium and let Liam on the rink. The first time you step onto the rink, Liam skates barely touch the ice before his legs shoot out from under him. He lands on his back, blinking up at you and Austin in shock. “Owie.” he says softly but bravely tries to get up.

Austin giggles and kneels beside him. “That’s okay, bubba. Everyone falls their first time. Try again." he helps Liam stand up, holding his little hand. Austin holds his tiny body, supporting him as he balances on the skates.

The next few weeks are a mix of wobbly knees, tiny hands gripping the boards, and endless patience. Austin skates backward in front of him, holding his hands, guiding him step by step. You stay close, sometimes on the ice, sometimes on the bench, watching with a mix of pride and nerves.

Liam’s falls are frequent, but he never gives up. He wants this. He wants to play hockey. Then, one day, it happens. Austin lets him go, and instead of falling, Liam glides forward, arms stretched out for balance. It’s shaky. It’s not perfect. But it’s real. He’s skating without any support. You stay beside Austin, jaw dropping as you watch him go.

Liam stops and turn to both of you. “Mommy, daddy I am skating!” he smiles widely and cheers. “You are, sweet boy!” you clap your hands, incredibly proud of his big step. Austin pulls you closer, watching as he skates around the rink. “We can sign him to hockey club.” he kisses the top of your head, glancing at Liam.

“We definitely can. He is skating now.” you grin, leaning against Austin. Liam’s skating skills improve with every single try and you two couldn’t be more proud.

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A few months later after signing Liam for kids hockey team, you and Austin find yourselves sitting in a cold arena, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. The little team of boys whose jerseys two sizes too big, helmets slightly askew, lines up on the ice.

Your little son is among them. With his jersey on, his lucky number on it and “Butler” above it. You can hardly breathe as you watch him move, his tiny skates cutting through the ice with a confidence that hadn’t been there before. The game begins, and suddenly, it’s chaos. Sticks clashing, skates carving patterns, kids scrambling after the puck like it’s the most important thing in the world. And for Liam? It is the most important thing.

Austin is beside you, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, watching the game as intently as if it were the Stanley Cup Final. The first two periods both teams didn’t score any goal. You can see the sadness on Liam’s face as they try their best to score at least one goal.

During break time between second and last third period Austin brings you coffee, while carrying his own. “They will make it, I believe it.” he says confidently, trusting. You smile faintly, sipping coffee from the paper cup. “I hope so… Liam would be so disappointed…”

“Don’t worry, love. We need to believe. His team is really good, I have no doubts about them. After a while third and last period starts. Your nerves are strong but you keep on believing. It’s last six minutes until the end of third period, both teams’ score 0:0. Then it happens.

Somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, the puck lands on Liam’s stick. Your heart stops, and immediately grasp Austin’s hand. You see the hesitation in his body, the split-second of doubt in his stance. But then, something shifts. A flicker of determination flashes across his face behind the helmet.

He pulls back and swings. The puck soars through the air. He chases after it, approaching the net. And then… The red light flashes. The buzzer sounds. Goal. The crowd erupts, mostly parents of boys in your son’s team, but most cheering people are you and Austin.

You and Austin jump onto your feet, arms flying over your shoulders as Liam throws his arms in the air too. His teammates swarm him, knocking him against the boards in an overjoyed huddle.

Beside you, Austin lets out a cheer so loud it echoes through the entire arena. “Good job, buddy!!!” You don’t even realize you’re laughing until he pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground in his excitement. “He did it, love!”

“He did!” you smile wide, hugging Austin so tightly, pride and joy taking over your mind. Your son looks up into the stands, searching for you, until he finds you. And the widest smile on his face is the kind of thing you’ll remember forever. He waves at you, his teammates still hugging him, cheering his name.

Tear of joy escapes your eye, as you and Austin watch Liam with pride. Thanks to him, the team wins 1:0 over the other team. When Liam's team's awards are announced, they also announce the best players. The first to be announced is the goalie who bravely protected the net and didn't let slip any goal. And finally, the commentator announces;

“Number 27… Liam Butler!” the whole team cheers, screaming his name as he skates for the trophy. They shake his little hand and he takes the trophy. And just how they do it, Leo skates towards the team and then raises the trophy above his head and team goes crazy.

They cheer, laugh, scream and hype Liam. It’s truly a moment to remember, especially for you and Austin. You couldn’t be more proud of him. After the game, he is back in his clothes, his hair a bit sweaty but he has the widest smile.

“I did it, mommy, daddy!” Liam cheers, showing off his medal. “You did, buddy! We are so proud of you!” Austin raises him up from ground, wrapping his arms around him and you hug them both. “You did absolutely amazing, sweetheart!” you pepper his little face with kisses as he giggles.

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That night, when you’re tucking Liam into bed, his medal already hanging on the wall of his room, he’s still buzzing with excitement. He talks about the game, replaying every moment of the moment he scored, every near-goal, every pass. His little hands move as he tells it all, his eyes practically glowing with amazement.

"Mommy?” he says suddenly, turning to face you in his bed. "Do you think I can be a real hockey player someday?" Your heart swells with love. You brush his hair back from his forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. "I think you can be anything you want, sweetheart. And if you ever be a hockey player, daddy and I will support you in every way.”

He grins, curling up under the covers. "I wanna play forever!” And as soon as you turn off the light, stepping into the hallway where Austin is waiting, you know this is just the beginning. And you can’t wait to see where it takes him.

Just imagine him being this happy and proud of Liam 🥹🫶🏼

[angelbaby-fics]

Cg stucky x little reader x little Peter where he is the older bro and very protective about his little sis and they go to the avenger tower but she is in babyspace and non-verbal and he won't let anyone near her and is like "nooooo she to tiny you make her owie" and when someone else than their caregivers try to pick her up he Hit the person and get punished by daddies

Baby's Bodyguard

Word Count: 800

A/N: This is such a sweet idea!!!! I love big bro Peter & there's gonna be a lot more of him coming in the future I think 💕 Also nobody yell at me but I haven't actually watched Hawkeye & I don't know anything about Kate imsosorry enjoy!! 💕

Joining the Rogers-Barnes family as their precious and littlest baby was the greatest thing that happened to everyone involved, but nobody took on a greater pride than your big bubba Peter. Steve and Bucky had been worried at first that he wouldn’t take it well, no longer being an only child and the absolute center of their attention. To their surprised delight, however, Peter took on his new older sibling responsibilities with a soldier’s pride. 

Any time you were out on an errand or playing in the park, Peter took it upon himself to keep a watchful eye on you, even though your daddies were more than capable. Whenever you weren’t in your daddies’ arms, you were holding Peter’s hand. At the playground, he’d go down the slide first to make sure it wasn’t too fast, and then wait at the bottom to catch you as you followed. When you ordered food in a restaurant, Peter always took the first bite to make sure it was safe. Well, maybe that one wasn’t as much about protection as it was getting an extra bite, but still. At parties and playdates it was a little easier for him to get distracted, but he always made sure you were within earshot.

That’s how you found yourself now, in one of the common rooms of the sprawling Avengers compound, stacking blocks into a castle while Peter half paid attention to Wanda’s game of pretend on the other side of the room, his focus divided between her and you. Steve was standing around the snack table talking to Bruce and Tony, while Bucky and Sam cracked open a couple of beers on the balcony. It wasn’t a party so much as a lively get-together, team members and family only. 

It also happened to be Kate’s first party with the gang. Kate had been kind to you the few times you had met her, engaged with you in your pretend games and played hide and seek around the compound with you and your friends, but you didn’t trust her all the way yet. She was new here, she didn’t know that the only ones you allowed to carry you were your daddies. When Tony announced that dinner was ready, she was the closest to you, so she picked you up to carry you into the dining room with everyone. She meant well, she handled you gently, but that meant nothing to you at this moment. 

Peter’s spidey senses noticed it first, the sharp intake of your breath as you started to wail. Poor Kate didn’t realize what was happening as everything unfolded. A sticky web splatted into the back of her shirt as Peter ran over to the two of you. 

“No! You put baby down!!” He shouted, smacking the side of Kate’s arm like a cat batting a toy; not enough to hurt her.

Kate let go of you as you flung yourself into Peter’s arms, now sobbing from both the fright of being picked up by a new person and the commotion that had followed it. Peter barely had time to comfort you when a strong voice rang out over the noise. 

“Hey!” Steve shouted, not needing to say anything else to get everyone in the room silent and staring at him. Even you had stopped crying when you saw your daddy enter the room. Peter immediately spoke out in your defense. 

“She was scaring baby!” He cried out, pointing an accusatory finger at Kate.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t! I was just bringing her to dinner!” Kate defended herself, desperately hoping the super soldier would understand. It wasn’t Steve she was worried about, though; Bucky was glaring at her with ice cold eyes. 

Steve placed a calming hand on his husband’s shoulder, calming him instantly.

“Alright, everybody calm down,” Steve said, his face softening as he turned to meet your eyes. “Are you hurt, babydoll?”

You shook your head, reaching out for your daddy’s arms. 

“I promise,” Kate said, “all I did was pick her up!” “I believe you.” Steve nodded. “She just doesn’t like getting picked up by anybody but her family. It's okay, you didn’t know yet.” Kate smiled, grateful for the forgiveness. Your tears had dried, your breathing had calmed, and your tummy had started to rumble. Steve gave you a kiss on the head, and with the chaos settled, everyone began to shuffle off to the dining room. Peter mingled in amongst them until he felt a cold hand on the back of his shirt. 

“Uh uh, not so fast kiddo,” Bucky warned, pulling the youngster aside. “I saw you hit Kate. That’s not nice and you know it.”

Peter looked down at his sneakers. “I’m sorry Baba,” he said dejectedly.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Kate. Bucky let Peter go, following him into the kitchen before adding: “and no dessert tonight!”