#Swaddling him in BLANKIES

[padawansuggest]

Qui-Gon: *on his first night with Padawan Kenobi after his older padawans convinced him he needed a new baby so he’d bother someone else* Alright, now I think it’s bedtime. I know it’s a bit earlier than usual but you have a whole new set of classes to switch to tomorrow so we have to get up early.

Obi-Wan: *is only 11, is fine with more sleep* Okay, Master! *wanders off to get in his pajamas*

Qui-Gon: *making a pot of sleepy tea*

Obi-Wan: *comes back in jammies looking confused*

Qui-Gon: What’s wrong, Padawan?

Obi-Wan: I can’t find my sleepy cocoon.

Qui-Gon: …your sleeping bag? Oh, I assumed you used that for camping in the room of a thousand fountains, do you usually sleep in that at night?

Obi-Wan: ??? No? No I use it sometimes but you’re right, that’s for camping nights. I mean my sleepy cocoon?

Qui-Gon: …what is a sleep cocoon?

Obi-Wan: It’s… it’s a stretchy fabric that goes over you?

Qui-Gon: …gimme a second, I don’t think I saw anything like that in your bags.

One call to the creche later

Creche Master: Is something wrong with Padawan Kenobi settling in?

Qui-Gon: Um, he’s missing something that I don’t think I’ve seen. He called it his sleepy cocoon?

Creche Master: Oh! That went into the laundry this morning, it probably got delivered back to us, I’ll have it sent right away.

Qui-Gon: Um, I need to ask… what is a sleepy cocoon?

Creche Master: *snort* It’s an anti-grav sleeping tube. It’s a compression material so he doesn’t feel it when he starts to float in his sleep. He’s too close to the cosmic force to control it, so they give him the compression tube.

Qui-Gon: …you’re saying he disobeys gravity in his sleep, so the tube makes him stop realizing it?

Creche Master: Yeah, it’s pretty important, actually. It keeps his joints in place. No cricks in his neck or dead arms if they start to fall.

Qui-Gon: Amazing. A straight jacket for his cosmic force abilities. I adore it. Please send it here. He can get out of it on his own, right?

Creche Master: Oh course, it’s just pressure, not actually being tied up.

Qui-Gon: Delightful. I’ll get him extras for off planet missions.

[evilhausen]

He's such a bitch and so toxic in the locker room why would WWE even want him back clearly it's all just because hole hole hole hole hole hole hole hole h

[meownotgood]

i care him

[eyvahbae]

Listening to High and Dry by Radiohead and it's such a Snotlout-coded song (specifically post httyd3):

Two jumps in a week

I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you, boy?

The condescention and the "boy" reminds me of Spitelout, "Jump" can mean getting laid, Snotlout seeking validation through sexual encounters, he seeks partners not because he loves them but because he hopes they'll make him feel complete

It can also be read as his father minimizing the work the riders do, "jumps" could mean raids on dragon trapper ships

Flying on your motorcycle

Watching all the ground beneath you drop

Hookfangs horns were literally modeled after the handles of a Harley Davidson, flying puts distance between him and his worries

You'd kill yourself for recognition

Kill yourself to never, ever stop

The first part is self explanatory, Snotlout harms both himself and others in his desperate pursuit of acclaim, the second part could be read as him not wanting to stop being young and free, being afraid of settling down and facing the responsibilities of adulthood he feels he can’t live up to, maybe dreading living on Berk again after leaving the Edge

You broke another mirror

You're turning into something you are not

Becoming more violent and agressive in his youth and alienating his peers/coming to resemble Spitelout as he ages

he has all these emotions balled up inside that he can’t express properly so he lashes out, "turning into something he is not"

Don't leave me high

Don't leave me dry

The term "High and Dry" originally refers to a boat that is left stranded after the tide went out, when this happens there's nothing you can do but wait for nature to take it's course. It also refers to being helpless in a desperate situation.

Snotlout fears being abandoned, left alone and destitute like the boat

Drying up in conversation

You will be the one who cannot talk

(Refer to the point after this one for more details), loneliness has made him worse at communicating, his former friends all have moved on and they have nothing to talk about anymore

All your insides fall to pieces

You just sit there wishing you could still make love

Struggling to express love after not expiriencing it himself, maybe an older Snotlout growing isolated and becoming undable to show affection, "your insides fall to pieces" could be a about aging or about his mental state deteriorating without proper comfort, slowly growing more and more bitter

Reading "make love" as refering to lovers could mean that he has given up on finding a partner, romantic or sexual

They're the ones who'll hate you

When you think you've got the world all sussed out

The harmful ideas he's internalized lead him to act out and push others away so in turn they aren't kind to him, he ends up feeling hated, he's stuck in his ways even though he is aware that this is hurting him

They're the ones who'll spit at you

You will be the one screaming out

Again feeling hated, the screaming out could be a silent scream for help, he needs others help to get out of this rut but he remains unable to vocalize his pain

It's the best thing that you've ever had

The best thing you have had is gone away

Feeling abandoned and stranded after Hookfang leaves, lacking both his companionship and the freedom that having a dragon provided

Snotlout often confides in Hookfang even if it's just to complain about whatever is bothering him and they spent a lot of time together, without him his biggest source of comfort is gone

[themetalvirus]

I LOVE YOU BABYBOY

[canisvesperus]

Eridan 🐺🐺🐺oughhhhh🫶🫶🫶 my number one boy 🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🐺🐺🫶🫶🫶🐠🐠🐠🫶🫶🐠🐠🫶🫶🐠🐺🫶🐠🫶🐺

[omarwolaeth]

I am grabby hands-ing for predap support in duel links rn.

[machveil]

okay pookies!! I’m in a writers slump so I’m going to pop off some mini blurbs with Instagram links<3 because the words are not being written correctly for my wips [cries]🎀✨

Simon “Ghost” Riley

playing with his cat

admittedly, Simon is up at odd hours from bouts of insomnia. it doesn’t really bother him when his cat is up too, sitting in bed and flipping him around. it’s cute, more so funny when he flips his cat off and gets pounced on, not taking it seriously - one of the rare times he’ll let chuckle and crack a smile to himself

John Price:

pranking Price by telling him your tampon is stuck

John comes as soon as you call for him - what he wasn’t expecting was you telling him your tampons stuck. but John’s smart, he sees your phone in his peripheral and doesn’t say anything about it. he knows your pranking him, if it wasn’t obvious from your phone recording him and the way you giggle, well, “I know you’re cycle, love.”

driving around to see Christmas lights

John loves his dog, just a sweetheart. one thing his dog loves is seeing Christmas lights - John doesn’t really know why, but he’s more than happy to drive around so his puppy can see them all. it makes him chuckle seeing their tail wag, heater keeping the car nice and warm as they drive down a couple blocks

John “Soap” MacTavish:

bear hugging Johnny

you didn’t really know what Johnny was doing, you just knew you wanted to hug him. it’s out of the blue, catches him off guard in a way that has him asking if you’re okay - and you are. he doesn’t waste time, moving to scoop you up, hold you close and goof around. he had been organizing your books, just a little surprise

asking Recruiter!Johnny questions

Johnny didn’t want to be stuck recruiting people, but he somehow got picked to do it. what he wasn’t expecting was your question, “Are you hot?”. he wants to sputter out, try to be slick - respond with a, “Well, you can come find out.”, but he stops himself. he knows he’ll be telling the 141 about this, chest puffed up and a lopsided smile as he brags

showing off for the neighbors

Johnny is springy and flexible, his ass can dance. if you catch him while he’s on a jog he’ll flag you down and start flipping around. he’s a show off, it goes to his head how the neighborhood moms watch him. his show is for you, but he won’t turn down the ego boost he gets from others eyeing him up

“you know where the matter daddy is?”

Johnny’s a menace when it comes to the 141, calling Gaz for ‘help’. he can barely get the opener out without laughing, hitting the punchline takes a hot minute. Gaz can hear him sputtering on the other side, little bursts of laughter leaving him. it’s amazing that Gaz falls for the joke at all, Johnny laughing harder as he grips his phone

König:

playing with his cat

does König talk to his pretty kitty in German? of course he does, and he’ll goof around with them too. his favorite thing is pretend dialing on his cat’s toe beans. he’ll pretend to meow for his cat and voice the person ‘on the line’. totally straight faced, he takes business calls with his kitty very seriously

parenting his cat

sometimes being a parent is having human children, other times it’s cradling your baby kitty in your shirt while you make lunch. König is the latter, and he’ll always say how easy it is to be a parent. “Ja, she is a little thing. Here, I have photos—”, he carries printed photos of her in his wallet to show off, his favorite is of her swaddled in bed with her favorite blankie

walking his cat

König likes getting out, it’s natural for him. it gets a little lonely sometimes though… and boy is excited when he learns cat harnesses exist. weather permitting, he enjoys going on walks with his cat. sure, his kitty might wander into a bush here and there, but König will get them out before trailing down the block

[peaches2217]

“Alright, I think we’re done here. Are you ready, love?”

Perfect timing. Mario shook out the blanket compressed between his hands with a dramatic flourish. After feeding it a steady supply of heat for a good five minutes straight, the entire room felt a few degrees warmer as its fabric cascaded to the ground.  “One fluffy blankie, floofed up and toasted to perfection!”

Bath Night was, by now, an easy routine: one of them washed and dried, the other swaddled and dressed, simple and efficient and predictable. That didn’t stop Peach from giggling at Mario’s theatrics as if bearing witness to them for the first time, and that certainly didn’t stop Mario’s heart from somersaulting at such a beautiful sound.

And even that didn’t compare to what his heart did as Peach passed a towel one last time over the squirming, fussy infant before her, clicking her tongue and “I know, I know, I know”ing with a gentle smile on her lips. 

He’d been assured the honeymoon phase of new parenthood would quickly fade away, slough from his shoulders at some point between the bi-hourly feedings and the 2AM crying spells. But he felt the same way watching his wife coo and kiss their freshly-bathed little girl as he’d felt seeing that little girl in her mother’s arms for the first time; wrapping the blanket he’d prepared around his daughter and holding her close felt every bit as magical as it felt the night she was born.

Two months in, and still he was waiting. He was beginning to think he’d be waiting forever.

That little girl — Cocoa Emilia Marionetti-Toadstool, Crown Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, the very embodiment of all that was good and light and right with the world — protested noisily as Mario swaddled her, a task complicated by her tiny but persistent flailing.

“Oh, si gela, si gela! Lo so!” He maneuvered around her movements with only minimal struggle, bobbing and weaving in place in his efforts to keep her still. “Did Mamma not get the water warm enough? Oh, mio poverino ghiacciolo!”

“Mamma ensured the water was at perfect temperature, thank you,” Peach huffed as she wiped down the bathing cradle; she sounded decently affronted, but the reflection Mario caught in the vanity mirror was aglow in playfulness. “It’s not my fault standing water gets cold faster in the winter.”

“And you just let it get cold?” Mario inquired, summoning all the mock-accusation he could into his voice. “Didn’t even try bending the laws of physics for our perfect little princess?”

“We can’t all be sentient hot water bottles!” Peach harrumphed and turned her nose up, a perfect caricature of regal distaste, and Mario bit back a laugh so the noise wouldn’t startle little Cocoa. She was only now beginning to relax. They had already subjected her to enough for one night.

The art of soothing a moody baby was an art that Mario was made specifically for, he’d thought more than once. His body was stout enough to shield his daughter, strong enough to fight for her, yet soft and still enough to rock her to sleep. His heart beat loud and steady within his chest, a rhythmic pulse she sought out and relaxed into each time he held her close. “Lo senti?” he sometimes whispered to her during restless nights. “Questo cuore batte per te.”

Point in case, he cradled her to his sternum once she was secure within her blanket, and despite her fussing and fitfulness, she decided just as quickly that she wasn’t so upset after all. The plush pink fabric enveloping her retained heat well enough, but Mario wasn’t one to take chances; his hands tingled as he called forth his Firebrand, and little Cocoa sighed beneath the additional warmth, nuzzling in closer to her father.

Being a “sentient hot water bottle” always had its perks, but he was more grateful for those powers now than ever.

“Actually,” Peach said a few minutes later, “that’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

Mario hummed to assure her he was listening. The art of soothing came naturally to him, but the art of diapering did not, attentive and nimble-fingered though he was, so he double- and triple-checked the fastenings from all angles as she continued.

“How do you suppose her powers will manifest? Will she be able to summon fire as well, or will her abilities be limited to the ones I possess?”

Content with his handiwork, Mario began the simpler task of buttoning Cocoa into a onesie — footed for extra warmth and pastel pink like ninety percent of her wardrobe — and, as Peach’s words processed in his brain, he wondered.

Bleary sapphire eyes blinked up at him. Poor little Cocoa must have been exhausted. Since her last nap, she’d had a meal, a burping, a bowel movement, a bath, and now a change of clothes. That was a full day’s work for a newborn, and it hadn’t even been two hours. “It’s that Brooklyn work ethic,” Luigi once suggested. “Always putting in overtime. Mamma would’ve been so proud.”

Mario had yet to consider his daughter learning to heal, and to bless, and to levitate, and to summon fire and control it; there was plenty enough happening in the present. He scooped her and her blanket from the changing table once she was dressed and kissed her gently. Yes, for now, she had to focus on growing up big and strong. Then they could worry about magic.

The oddity of Peach’s question struck him as he transferred their child into her arms.

“Hey, hold up — tesoro, you’re making some pretty bold claims there!”

“Hm?” Peach’s eyes flicked to the rocking chair a few steps away, and Mario quickly made himself useful before bothering to elaborate, patting the cushions to ensure maximum comfort and holding the back of the chair steady for her.

“Well, why would she only have your abilities?” he asked as she lowered herself into the seat. “And how do you even know if she’ll have either of ours? It’s pretty much fifty-fifty on all sides, yeah?”

Peach muttered her thanks as she adjusted herself and her baby, and Mario carefully released the chair, taking a small step back so she had room to rock.

“It might be up to chance in the end, yes,” she continued as she settled into a gentle pace, back and forth and back again. “That said, the magic within me has passed through generations by birth. Predecessors who couldn’t wield wish power have always been exceptions to the rule.”

Mario Aaaaaahed in understanding. “And my Firebrand is first-generation, just like my mamma and papa, yeah?”

Peach turned her head, nodding as well as she could over her shoulder. “And given that it’s not innate, who’s to say whether it can be passed down?”

The beginning of an agreement died on Mario’s tongue. Not innate. He wasn’t born with it, no, but he certainly hadn’t gained it by way of study and incantations.

“Well, I’d say it’s pretty ‘innate.’ I mean…” He looked down at his right hand, rotating it in the soft lights of the nursery, examining the dark hair and skin lines and veins; with a single thought of Fire, so quick and routine that his brain barely registered it as a word, familiar heat flowed into that hand, and with a deliberate flick of his wrist, it was engulfed in a puff of flame.

He observed the flame for a moment before shaking out his hand to extinguish it. No burn marks, no singed hair, no reddening or blisters. Just skin that was hot to the touch. “Don’t need a fancy spell or a magic wand to do that,” he bragged, trusting she at least felt his flame if she hadn’t seen it.

Her expression was hidden from him, but he could see her cheeks drawing upward in a smile, and that was every bit as satisfying. “Still, it was given to you. Does it reside within your body, or is it entwined with your genetic makeup? Is it something that can be passed down?”

Mario thought on this in silence, resting his hand on the chair’s back and idly following along with Peach’s movements. The powers he and his brother gained in the Oho Oasis weren’t well-documented at all, but they were divine in origin (though he was still uncertain of the extent of that divinity). He’d never questioned how it worked on a biological level. It just was. But the more he thought on it, the more likely he considered that power to be part of him, woven into his very DNA just as Peach’s magic was tied to her soul. 

And if it wasn’t, well… that didn’t mean Cocoa couldn’t receive that power as well. Possibility and probability were two separate factors.

He stood on his toes to better peer over his wife’s shoulder. It was strange to think about. At that very moment, this tiny, fragile, precious life they had created could be storing magic the likes of which most would never experience, much less use. Maybe it existed for now as a whisper that would strengthen with time. Maybe it already flowed through her blood at full force, waiting only for its wielder to develop the fine motor skills necessary to summon it.

Just how powerful was that magic? How deeply did it run, and what sorts of powers would it grant her? How would they teach her to control it? What sorts of repercussions would come about as a result?

Mario knew only one thing for certain: right now, Cocoa didn’t care. She was fast asleep, her head tucked against the crease of Peach’s elbow, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. Tiny hands that might one day fight or mend presently clenched at Peach’s nightgown, kneading lazily at the chiffon.

Yes, what good was ruminating on the future when the present was already so sweet?

Letting go of the chair and placing his hands on Peach’s shoulders, he called his Firebrand forth once more. No flames this time, no showy display of supernatural ability; just heat, the perfect temperature for tense, tired muscles. Peach sighed and leaned back into that heat, another quiet thanks on her lips.

“Kinda scary to think about.” Mario chuckled, massaging her shoulders and earning another pleased sigh. “I mean, a little Mini Me running around is scary enough, but a Mini Me that can float through the air and set things on fire before she even learns to tie her shoes?”

Peach’s laughter joined with his, soft and weary and sincere. “Then… let’s think about it later. How’s that sound?”

“Hm. Yeah.” He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and he couldn’t resist lingering there, his fingers loosening Peach’s muscles and his temple resting against hers, watching the snoozing infant all cozy in her arms. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

[elizabethsnuts]

i dont know if you've written something like this but if not, do you think you could write something like how winterwidow would handle their toddler having a tantrum or something similar? Thanks!

Toddler Tantrums

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You are having a tantrum but Bucky and Natasha are there to calm you down.

———

Natasha paced the living room, her eyes never leaving your tiny, furious figure on the floor. You were in your terrible two-stage and were in the midst of a loud tantrum, your face red and tears streaming down your cheeks. You were sprawled out on the living room floor, kicking and screaming. Toys lay scattered around you like fallen soldiers, casualties of your wrath. Bucky and Natasha exchanged a knowing look as your high-pitched wails echoed through the compound.

Bucky was leaning against the doorway, his metal arm glinting in the soft light of the living room. He watched Natasha with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "She's got your stubbornness, you know," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Natasha shot him a look, her green eyes flashing. "Not helping, Barnes."

Bucky held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Let's tag team this. You go first."

Natasha knelt down beside you, her voice calm and soothing despite the chaos. "Y/N, malyshka, can you tell Mama what's wrong?"

Your response was another ear-piercing scream, followed by a string of garbled words that were barely intelligible. Natasha took a deep breath, her patience unwavering. "It's okay to be upset, but you need to use your words, not your screams."

Bucky, standing a few steps back, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. He remembered how Natasha had once handled much tougher situations with the same composed demeanour. Stepping in, he crouched down next to Natasha and offered you a comforting smile.

"Hey, baby doll," Bucky said softly, "I know you're upset, but we can't understand you if you're yelling. Can you take a deep breath with me?" He exaggerated a deep inhale and exhale, demonstrating for you.

Through your tears, you watched your father, curiosity momentarily overriding your frustration. You mimicked Bucky's deep breath, though it came out shaky and hiccup-ridden. Bucky smiled encouragingly. "That's it, good job. Now, can you show me what happened with your dolly?"

You sniffled and pointed at the doll, your little face scrunched up in anger and confusion. "She... she broke," You managed to say between sobs.

Natasha reached for the doll and inspected it, her trained eyes quickly identifying the problem. "Ah, I see. Her blankie came off, huh? But guess what? Daddy can fix it."

Bucky nodded, taking the doll from Natasha. "Yep, let's fix it together. Do you want to help me, Y/N?"

The prospect of helping your dad swaddle the doll shifted your mood from distress to cautious optimism. You nodded, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Bucky grabbed the baby doll blanket and laid it out on the ground, putting the doll in the middle of it. With you watching closely, Bucky swaddled the dolly tightly and smiled. “You know, I used to do this when you were a little, little baby.”

“Really?” You asked curiously as you sniffled.

Natasha nodded. “Really. It was to keep you all snug and warm while you slept, it stopped you from crying too.”

"There we go," Bucky said, handing the doll back to you gently. "She’s all warm now."

Your face lit up with a smile as you took the doll, immediately cradling it in your arms and rocking it back and forth. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Mama!"

Natasha stroked your hair affectionately. "You're welcome, dorogoy. Remember, it's okay to ask for help when you're upset. We’re here for you."

Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek, letting you run back and play. He wrapped an arm around Natasha's shoulders as they watched you play contentedly with your baby doll. "You handled that like a pro," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Natasha leaned into him, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Team effort," she replied. "Just like always. But she sure is a loud screamer."

Bucky chuckled and nodded, rubbing his ears. “That’s for sure. At least we’ll know when she’s in trouble.”

Handling a toddler's tantrum was never easy, but Bucky and Natasha had faced far greater challenges together. Your tantrums were worth it for all the love you gave them every single day.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

blanket and babbling

mattheo riddle x single mom!reader where he charms you and benjamin to sleep

↬ word count : 1,138 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : mattheo being utterly swoon-worthy, extreme fluff and softness

↬ au part? : yes ➺ ♡

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You had barely slept the night before, your four-month-old son, Benjamin, fussing without his favorite blanket. “Blankie,” as you’d affectionately started calling it, had been his comfort since birth—a soft, pale blue swaddle that always seemed to soothe him. Without it, his cries were louder, his little fists clenching as if protesting the universe itself for taking it away.

When the doorbell rang the next morning, you nearly jumped. Benjamin was balanced on your hip, hiccuping softly after another restless night, and you were in no state to see anyone. Your hair was barely tamed, and you were still in your oversized hoodie and leggings, but you shuffled to the door anyway.

“Hi,” came a voice that instantly drew your attention.

You blinked, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. There stood Mattheo, his dark curls slightly tousled and his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His brown eyes sparkled with something soft, and in his hand—oh, in his hand—was Blankie.

“I think this belongs to someone,” he said, his lips quirking into a sheepish grin as he held the blanket up.

Your mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

“The driver recognized me,” Mattheo continued, his voice almost apologetic, as if he was nervous. “She handed it to me this morning, said it might belong to a baby she’d seen on my route. I figured it was probably your little guy.”

At the sight of his blanket, Benjamin perked up instantly, letting out a loud, happy gurgle that made Mattheo’s grin widen.

“Oh, my God,” you finally managed, stepping aside to let him in. “You have no idea how much you just saved me. Come in—please, I owe you coffee or something.”

Mattheo hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside, his presence filling the small space. He handed over Blankie, and Benjamin immediately latched onto it, clutching the fabric with his tiny fists and pulling it close to his face.

“See, Benny?” you cooed, bouncing him lightly. “The nice man brought back your Blankie. Can you say thank you?”

Benjamin burbled nonsense in response, but his delighted smile felt like gratitude enough.

Mattheo chuckled, his voice low and warm. “He’s got good taste. That’s a nice blanket. Super soft.” He reached out and lightly brushed the fabric, as if testing it himself.

You laughed, motioning toward the living room. “Well, Blankie is his prized possession. Sit down—I’ll make coffee. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for us.”

Mattheo followed you into the cozy space, his hands shoved into his pockets. He sat on the edge of the couch, glancing around with a curious but polite expression. His attention shifted back to Benjamin, who was now happily gnawing on the corner of Blankie.

“So,” Mattheo said as you bustled around the kitchen, “you’re raising this little legend on your own?”

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly. “Yeah, just me and Benny. It’s been a lot, but moments like this make it worth it.”

Mattheo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You’re doing great. He looks like a happy kid.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. As you handed him a mug of coffee, you noticed how naturally he seemed to fit into your space—leaning back on the couch with Benjamin gazing up at him curiously.

Time seemed to fly as you and Mattheo sat together in the living room, Benjamin happily occupying himself with Blankie and the occasional attention from his newfound friend. The conversation was light and easy, punctuated by Benjamin’s occasional giggles as Mattheo made silly faces or tapped his tiny nose.

But eventually, the little boy’s eyes started to droop.

“Nap time?” Mattheo asked, noticing Benjamin rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist.

“Supposed to be,” you sighed, already anticipating the battle. “But he’s been extra stubborn lately. He just doesn’t want to miss anything.”

You scooped Benjamin up, cradling him as you tried your usual routine—gentle rocking, soothing shushing sounds—but he fussed and squirmed, letting out small, insistent cries.

Mattheo stood, his hands on his hips. “Alright, little man,” he said, his voice light but determined. “You and I are going to have a talk about naps.”

You blinked at him, surprised but amused as he reached out to take Benjamin. “You sure?”

Mattheo nodded confidently. “I’ve got this.”

You hesitated but handed Benjamin over, watching in awe as Mattheo settled him against his chest. He started pacing the living room, humming softly—a tune you didn’t recognize but found oddly comforting.

Benjamin stared up at him, wide-eyed at first, but his tiny body gradually relaxed. Mattheo’s deep voice mixed with the rhythm of his steps, and within minutes, your son’s eyelids fluttered closed.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You’re a miracle worker,” you whispered, your voice full of awe and gratitude.

Mattheo grinned, his voice low so as not to disturb Benjamin. “It’s all about confidence. Babies can smell fear.”

You laughed softly as he carefully laid Benjamin in his crib, making sure Blankie was tucked snugly by his side.

When he turned back to you, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to you. “You’re amazing,” you murmured, sinking onto the couch. “Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you today.”

Mattheo chuckled, sitting down beside you. “Happy to help.”

The warmth of the moment, combined with the quiet of the room, was too much for your tired body. You had no idea when your eyes drifted shut, but the next thing you knew, you felt the soft weight of a blanket being draped over you.

You stirred slightly, opening your eyes just enough to see Mattheo crouching beside you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his hand lightly shaking your shoulder. “I’m heading out. Didn’t want to just disappear.”

You sat up quickly, suddenly wide awake. “Oh, Mattheo, thank you so much—for everything. Seriously, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He smiled, brushing a curl out of his face. “It’s no problem. I’m glad I could help. You’ve got a great kid there.”

You stood, walking him to the door. “Feel free to come by any time,” you said earnestly, your cheeks warming slightly. “I mean it. You’re welcome here whenever.”

Mattheo looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before a soft smile spread across his face. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice warm.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he turned back one last time. “Take care of yourself, okay? And let me know if you ever need anything.”

You nodded, watching as he disappeared down the stairs. When you closed the door and turned back to the peaceful silence of the apartment, you found yourself smiling.

It wasn’t just Benjamin who had been comforted that day.

[luckybyrdrobyn]

everyone thinks Wild is the older of the two but there's a 3 year age gap with Twili as the actual oldest

making twili the little brother in L1NK is still one of my favourite decisions

[cozzzynook]

Rodimus ends up visiting a hot spot mostly to help out with the local team of medics with gathering up the sparks before sending them to centres where they will be looked over and adopted. However during the visit Rodimus suddenly feels a strong pulse tug at his spark pulling him towards a small bright spark, reaching out he gentle touches the spark only to feel a sudden zap jolt through his frame causing him to stumble backwards slightly as he quickly checks his servo.

He then turns his attention back to the spark only to gasp in shock as he watches living metal surround the spark beginning to make a protoform. Rodimus quickly scoups up the developing protoform and rushes to the nearest medic asking if he's done something wrong causing the spark to forge early. The medic just looks at Rodimus blanky before saying that the spark has bonded to Rodimus choosing him as their Carrier, the medic then just hands a still shocked Rodimus a mesh blanket before patting the new Carrier on the shoulder and wishing him luck.

A couple hours later and some quick shopping Rodimus is holding the protoform in his arms, in only a few hours they have developed a full body, arms and legs. He quietly lets out a sigh as he just rocks the fragile bitty humming a lullaby as he waits for his Amica Drift & Ratchet to arrive, he can already feel his new bond growing stronger with each passing hour and little by little his own spark swells with love and pride. Once he had finished humming he then sits down in a chair feeling his pedes growing tried just then he suddenly hears a soft little coo causing him to look down, Rodimus then softly smiles when he sees teal optics looking up at his. Before Rodimus can say anything the door suddenly opens wide as both Drift & Ratchet barges into the living room asking question after question.

Once everything settles Ratchet quickly helps set up the sparkling formula as well teaching Rodimus how to properly swaddle a sparkling, meanwhile Drift is busy working away setting up the crib and nursery while keeping an optic on the napping sparkling in their nest. For Rodimus this isn't how he planned on starting a family but as long as he has his close friends by his side, he knows that they'll be okay.

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Thank you cool kat!

I really like this.

Roddy you are the creator!

[upside-garden-of-dreams]

Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

[babyzzai]

caregiver chuuya + little dazai headcanons . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .

heads up this is very long because theyre so dear to me <3 also hi everyone this is my first official content post on this blog!!! <333

dazais regression age is pretty itty bitty, he regresses mainly from 0-3, leaning mostly towards around 6 months to 1 year. hes so tiny!! and this is perfect for chuuya because while chuuya loves kids of all ages, he just thinks babies are so adorable and sweet!!

so many cute outfits. so many. i specifically have this image in my mind of chuuya putting dazai in one of those little baby bonnets and dazai being really shy about it, but chuuya thinks that just makes him 1000 times more adorable and he takes about a million pictures. specifically something like this. chuuya would be out of his mind with how cute his baby boy is!! but not just that, any cute onesies he finds, cute shirts, whatever. chuuya loves to play dress up with dazai haha, and dazai is so embarassed lol, but he wants to make chuu happy so he lets chuuya dress him up however he wants 🥹

dazai needs something to suck on as a means of comfort. usually his go to is his thumb, but if chuuyas holding him hell suck on his shirt collar, or if hes holding a plushie hell suck on the plushie, or his blankie, or chuuyas hair lol. chuuya quickly shuts it down though and has about 1000 pacifiers laying around. dazai accepts it if hes given one, but he never remembers to ask for a paci, he always finds something else to suck on first.

lots of baby giggles and babbles!! dazai is a very young baby, he doesnt know how to talk all that well!! if he wants something hell whine and tug on chuuyas shirt an point. or if he wants to be held hell start whining and making little grabbies at chuuya. he can say some things, like if he wants milk hell say either "baba" (bottle) or milkie (milk). or if he wants his special stuffed bear hell say "teddy". if he wants chuuya he can call for him by saying "chibi" or "chuu" but sometimes it delves into him babbling out baby nonsense like "chichichibi" or him mumbling out "chuuchuuchuu". chuuya thinks its absolutely adorable. sometimes also if dazai is feeling vocal hell babble out nonsense, and there are thoughts behind his babbling, they just ending coming out as "abahhababa". chuuya always engages though since he knows its good to talk to your baby, and he responds with "oh really? is that so?" "wowwww, i had no idea, baby! tell me more!!"

tiny kisses!! dazai is a very affectionate baby!! he knows when chuuya gives him kisses he feels all better, so of course he has to give them back! if he notices his chibi has been stressed lately or isnt feeling well or sometimes just because he can, hell give him tiny kisses on his nose, and his cheeks, and his forehead, and his eyelids!! he says "kissie make chichi better" and chuuyas heart just EXPLODES because how on earth did he get blessed with such a sweet baby!!

i think at first chuuya was surprised by dazai when regressed because without knowing him hed expect him to be more of a mischevious toddler stereotype. but i think when regressed all of dazais walls start to chip away and his facade of jokes and diversions chips away with it and all thats left is dazais true desires- a sweet baby who just wants love :(

dazai loves to be rocked!! its his personal heaven when it gets to be night time and chuuya swaddles him in his favorite blanket and gives him a warm bottle of angel milk and rocks him gently to sleep with soft music playing. he falls asleep literally like that, and it calms him down from the events of the day immdiately. i think also when hes drinking his bottle he coos and nuzzles chuuya, and chuuya shushes him gently, and tells him "its okay, baby, its okay. its time to relax now. its time for baby to go to sleep." i think though dazais noises would be kind of a way of stimming, just him making noises to express his contentedness!! :3

chuuya loves to do cute little activities with his baby! once he baked cookies with dazai, and dazai had so much fun cutting the cookies into fun shapes! (and eating raw cookie dough... which is a nono because it gave him a tummy ache!! chuuya had to watch him more closely next time). when the leaves are falling chuuya takes dazai out and dazai plays with the leaves!! i dont think dazai is a very hyper baby, so instead of jumping or running around, i think he just likes to hold the leaves and pull them apart and giggle about the pretty colors and how theyre flying all around. to chuuya, honestly, this is even cuter than if he jumped in a pile of leaves, and chuuya is very ready to encourage any form of engagement/playing!! :) another thing is that in the summer chuuya will give dazai some yummy ice cream as a treat!! and dazai, being a tiny little baby, ends up kind of making a mess... he gets ice cream on his face and nose, and chuuya gives him a bubble bath with all sorts of fun bath toys to clean him up after!!

there will definately be so many more parts to this but tbh tis fine for now!! theyre just MY FAVS EVER!!! :3

[hainethehero]

Bts pictures of Steve in Avengers 1 always gets me, cos like... THAT'S AN INFANT!

Wdym he's an Avenger? A super hero??!

If he looks like that after every fight, how did the Avengers not grab him, swaddle him in blankies and give him forehead kisses until they got back to the Tower??

Poor baby boy looks dog tired, because the rest of them have been actively fighting in the new century. They're from that century. Poor Steve's gotta catch up, using only his wit and super-acrobatics to fight aliens. From outer space.

He barely even knows what Galaga is!!!😫 give him a break!