#baby girl headcanons

[j0elmill3r]

no outbreak au baby girl headcanons n thoughts!!

baby girl would absolutely take up sports after watching games of sarah being amazing and ruthless in soccer <3

despite being a no outbreak au i absolutely adore fics that have ellie as still joels daughter 🥹 so joel just being an absolute girl dad to three kids ... he doesn't drink caffeine, he IS the caffeine with all the energy he needs to be able to deal with 2 teenage kids and 1 toddler

ellie, sarah, and baby girl having girl nights and its just them having fun, eating junk food, and staying up late

i like to think sarah and ellie would share a room and baby girl is like... jealous because she calls it the 'big girl' room so she just vents to her stuffed animals that she wants to be big so she can share a room with ellie and sarah 😭

baby girl definitely picks up music!!

miller family beach day ft. uncle tommy and maria :)) sarah wants to play beach volleyball, ellie is begging joel for ice cream, baby girl wants to build sand castles and all three adults are given one kid assigned to care for

i absolutely ADORE your baby girl works

baby girl would absolutely take up sports after watching games of Sarah being amazing and ruthless in soccer

Oh, for sure. Joel always takes baby girl to Sarah's soccer games and you can bet that they're cheering the loudest for her. When she gets old enough, Joel puts her into those little kid soccer classes where their games aren't scored because hey, it's all about the participation, right? Sarah definitely plays soccer out in the backyard with her to get her some practice so she can show off at her baby classes (and let's just pretend that Sarah 100% doesn't let her win)

despite being a no outbreak au i absolutely adore fics that have ellie as still joels daughter 🥹 so joel just being an absolute girl dad to three kids ... he doesn't drink caffeine, he IS the caffeine with all the energy he needs to be able to deal with 2 teenage kids and 1 toddler

Joel definitely regrets being such a stallion now, Sarah being 14, Ellie being only a year behind her at 13, but baby girl being 3 at least gave him a bit of a gap. But, and a very big but, being a single dad to 3 girls? The man is smacked out his face on caffeine at every single point in the day, and the worst part? It's nothing to do with baby girl. Sarah and Ellie being at that stage with you know, periods and shit, poor Joel goes through it because baby girl's big sisters aren't gonna take their teenage hormonal rage out on their sweet baby sister.

Ellie, Sarah, and baby girl having girl nights, and its just them having fun, eating junk food and staying up late

As much as leaving baby girl alone on girls' nights fills Joel's heart with genuine fear and anxiety, he knows he needs to get out himself, so reluctantly leaves Sarah in charge. Baby girl feels like such a big girl when she gets to stay up past her bedtime and have a soda, it's not that Joel doesn't let her do those things, he just likes to let her have them as a treat. But she loves getting to stay up with her big sisters and hearing all their school gossip, even if she doesn't really understand what they're talking about.

I like to think Sarah and Ellie would share a room and baby girl is... jealous because she calls it the 'big girl' room so she just vents to the stuffed animals that she wants to be big so she can share a room with Ellie and Sarah 😭

There have been so many occasions where Joel's gone to the bathroom and heard baby girl fully ranting to the row of stuffed toys she has lined up on her bed. He's so confused because she always says she likes having her own room but now she apparently doesn't? Then he hears her mention Sarah and Ellie get to share a room and he realizes that she maybe feels a bit left out because the girls like to watch movies together sometimes. So he goes and asks the girls if they'd mind if baby girl came and slept in their room with them tonight, obviously, they don't mind, so baby girl is so happy she gets to spend time with her sisters.

baby girl definitely picks up music!!

Because she mostly spends her time with her dad, that also means she's around Joel when he decides to pick up the guitar for a while, and baby girl just watches him so intently, watching her dad's hands pluck at the strings. So Joel, noticing her fascination with the guitar, gets her one of those kids ones for her birthday and teaches her how to play a couple notes and slowly an easy song.

miller family beach day ft. uncle Tommy and maria :)) Sarah wants to play beach volleyball, Ellie is begging Joel for ice cream, baby girl wants to build sand castles and all three adults are given one kid assigned to care for.

Joel assigns himself to Ellie, Tommy to Sarah, and Maria to baby girl, since her choice of activity was the least exercise. Joel comes back from the store with a bucket and spades for her, Ellie is happy enough to sit with her ice cream and then go into the water with Joel for a while, baby girl being perfectly content to sit with Maria, who was sunbathing, and build her sandcastles.

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[nightthinker-08]

I couldn't sleep so I drew some Pomnies shes surprisingly fun to draw lol Oh and some doomed yuri too I guess xD buttonblossom is cute n all but calling them doomed yuri or digital yuri is a lot funnier to me

[magmary]

Sketchy sketches

[swottydoodler]

Swotty's DH headcanon no.4:

The Malfoy line has a couple of differing curses.

1. Being able to produce only one son in a lifetime (because of something that happened hundreds of years ago) to prevent any bastards. Draco having a kid with Hermione somehow broke that because his blood disowned him for procreating with someone of Muggle decent—this one was placed by a scorned Malfoy wife.

2. The kids having the signature Malfoy hair and eyes as to know if the wives have bedded another man—done by some Malfoy patriarch along the beginning of the branch.

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cat army!!! - 👻🐱

Ghost is the ultimate cat whisperer, he does nothing and cats flock to him like hes their messiah. They’re his little army!!! They follow him around the base and ready to defend their dad from anyone!!! friends or foes!!!

[moongreenlight]

I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a “secret wife”.

Please please please write more with “secret wife y/n”, I beg of you. 🙏🏻

ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.

Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.

If there’s one thing Gaz knows how to do, it’s shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after he’d been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After he’d discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.

He’d gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didn’t sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghost’s big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.

It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldn’t stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like he’d deeply bastardized the idea of ‘Ghost.’ Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.

He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that he’d seen the signs, just hadn’t been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. He’d never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasn’t in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. He’d actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldn’t have served any real purpose.

So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.

And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds it’s way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like it’s a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when it’s an optimal time to see missions through.

The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Price’s office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you haven’t had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.

You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him it’s nothing you can’t handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And he’s glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.

He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.

He sends you home despite your protest. You’d already gotten your color back. Claimed you must’ve had something off to eat. He wasn’t having it. Said he wouldn’t have his best doctor spreading sick because she’s too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. He’s a bit more stern than usual because he knows you won’t listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until you’ve finished it.

Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghost’s eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after he’s taken his shot, Price sees that he’s slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.

He doesn’t think much of it. He’s been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Let’s him finish up whatever he’s doing before they get back to work.

The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldn’t be able to for the foreseeable future.

Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.

But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcher’s counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didn’t know him so well.

He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.

Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.

Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didn’t even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simon’s head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like he’d suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.

It’s like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnny’s smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. You’re the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadn’t cut him.

Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didn’t even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.

And to Soap’s absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didn’t try to yank you back, didn’t voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldn’t apologize for the mess. Couldn’t crack a joke. Couldn’t even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.

Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess he’d made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted you’d pay for the bottle of bourbon he’d managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but you’d already sent it down the belt. And by the time you’d rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.

Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.

Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghost’s eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.

He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said you’d see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back he’d have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.

The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.T’s finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldn’t hear the lashing he was bound to receive.

But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.

“Appreciate if you’d keep this between us.”

Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didn’t want to come out.

“‘Course.”

Johnny’s voice wasn’t much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.

Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.

“How long you been keepin’ this in?”

“Which bit.”

His response was flat.

“Dinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man o’ mystery these days.”

Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.

“Don’t push it.”

Simon bit back.

“Bonnie thing for a brute like you.”

“Johnny.”

“Looks ready’ta pop.”

A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.

“Few months.”

They’d reached Johnny’s car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driver’s side door shuffling their feet once more.

“Ken it’ll turn out like you?”

He couldn’t help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that it’d been planted in his mind.

“Hope not.”

Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.

“Boy o’ girl?”

This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.

“Girls.”

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

headcanon that Barty went missing for a whole two months and when he came back he had bleached his hair (really badly) and dyed the bottom of it green.

He also came back with three ear piercings in each ear, a tongue piercing, and a belly button piercing.

He had gotten a massive snake tattoo that wrapped around his waist and dipped down his hip.

and Evan was too awe struck to be properly mad about his disappearance

[aimeryaa]

Whenever i think abt mr crawling’s origin, if he was a human before, i just feel he was the kindest human and a meddle some one, trying to help others constantly even if they don’t need it 🥺 I wonder if he met his demise (being a ghost) because he wanted to help someone :(

Perhaps he saw a kid went into the place and he was worried and followed them? Still clinging into the hope of helping someone find the exit (that’s why he didn’t force himself go to the lift when MC took the “I’m Back” route), because it’s just his consciousness to help others — who knows someone got stuck again and needed his help? Just my thoughts though and it makes me sad rn

[beangfrisky]

round three

singledad!atsumu thinks about his pretty neighbor night and day weeks after she’s moved in. constantly brainstorming ways to go and say hi or invite you over

singledad!atsumu falls asleep on the couch one morning and his baby girl sneaks out of the house to go visit you. you offer to make her a hot chocolate and sit in your back yard together. a few minutes later atsumu shrieks inside his house and frantically calls his daughter

singledad!atsumu sighs in relief when he opens his back door to see you pointing at her sitting on your back doorstep. he laughs it off and joins the two of you while he lectures his daughter about leaving the house alone

singledad!atsumu quickly feels less panicked as you giggle at his jokes. you offer to make him a hot chocolate too but he declines and insists you sit and enjoy yours. the three of you listen to the birds chirping and spend the morning talking together

singledad!atsumu reluctantly gets up to leave when his brother calls to tell him they’re late for family time. he laughs and apologizes for having to leave so soon. his brother will kill him if he doesn’t get to spend time with his niece

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[jjustagirll]

Short dress, better access ;)

[j0elmill3r]

do you think baby girl would ever be afrain of her dad's violent side? or is it more like, she grew up with it as the part of him that protects her? Because he switches so quick between his murderous looks and puppy dog looks!

Personally? I agree with the latter of your question - In fact, there's probably a bit of her that's intrigued by her dad being able to switch between her dad, and then to the Joel Miller; the Joel Miller that single-handedly wiped out an entire hospital for Ellie. Since she was most likely not cognitive at the time of the outbreak, there's very little chance she'll just remember him as her dad, she's grown up knowing that he's her dad and also her protector - Even if her protector is violent and brutal at times, she's grown up in the post-pandemic world and knows why he has to be like that. He has one point to put across; do not fuck with his baby girl.

(Like this idea and want to see it as a fic? Let me know!)

[thundercuntvirgin]

Dean Winchester would have those weird dreams where you're pregnant or have a baby or whatvr and gets that same hollow feeling when he wakes up

[infinite-orangepeel]

this is so hopper giving his speech at the steddie wedding. making endless dad jokes and embarrassing the hell out of both of them. i’m just imaging him saying something like:

hopper: you never think your future son-in-law is going to turn out to be the same kid you arrested upwards of twenty times when he was in high school but here i am to tell the tale—

eddie: i was also wanted for murder

hopper: don’t bring that up here please. for the love of god. you have no idea how much paper work it took for me to get your name cleared.

steve: i’m pretty sure he was arrested at least thirty times

hopper: like i said folks, you don’t get to choose family and sometimes family is your adopted gay son and his metalhead husband who spent a solid three years living on your couch—

steve: well at least now when i bail him out of jail it’ll be as my husband. i can even sign the paperwork as “mr. steve munson”

eddie: aw babe that’s so sweet

hopper: don’t push it you two

[koujaaku]

FenHawke baby ❤️

[aimedis]

david as a dad headcanons (+angel) !!

david and angel have twins (older twin is a girl and younger twin is a boy) and a daughter five years apart

Dad David who, right when he found out they were having a boy, knew he wanted to name him Gabriel (he can't bring himself to call him Gabe most days, but the girls and other pack kids will)

Dad David who bawled like a baby when each of his kids were born

Parents Angel and David who are the best at responsive parenting. They have not and will not ever yell at their children especially not for something as minuscule as dropping a cup

Parent Angel who has to be the disciplinary parent because David literally can’t sometimes. Uses the "they're just kids" excuse all the time (the kids know this and use it get out of trouble when Angel isn't around)

Dad David who has a huge fear of being too harsh for his kids and making them feel unloved or afraid of him

Also Dad David who calls his kids 'angel dust' and 'baby wolf' on the regular

Dad David ‘workaholic’ Shaw taking a whole week off of work because his eldest had separation anxiety from starting school

Parents Angel and David who vowed to never let their kids hear or see them fight (they see the disagreements and banter but never the ones that get a little more hostile)

Dad David who never made any of his kids feel pressure to be the next Alpha after him (it ends up being his youngest daughter)

Dad David who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to pack each kid's lunch box to be perfect every single day (with the cutely shaped vegetables and fruits and animal picks)

Dad David who also writes a short personalized note to put in their lunch boxes everyday

Dad David who lets his youngest daughter follow him around all day, even to the bathroom (secretly dreads the day when she's a teenager and never wants to be around him anymore)

Parent Angel who cries when the girls find their old dance videos and try to recreate it (they butchered the whole choreography but they looked adorable)

Dad David who forces himself to talk more and give his kids the reassurance they need even if he thinks he's saying the wrong thing (Angel is always there to back him up)

Dad David who, when his kids are trying new food, holds his hand out for them to spit out what they don't like

Dad David who cries when he helps his kids shift for the first time

Dad David who holds his kids the entire time they're sick no matter what Angel says

Dad David who takes his kids to visit the grave of his own parents and tells them about how he grew up (laughs through the tears when his eldest daughter tells him not to die)

Parent Angel who doesn’t let anyone kiss their kids on the mouth or change their diapers/pull-ups

Dad David who has full-blown conversations with the baby babbles

Dad David who sees the slightest injury on one of his kids and goes full doctor mode

Dad David who tells the story of how he proposed to and married his mate to his children over and over

Dad David who watches with the widest smile on face whenever Angel reads to or plays with their kids

Parents Angel and David who call their youngest daughter crybaby

Angel who also calls their youngest 'sushi' because she loves sushi

Dad David who begrudgingly allows the other pack kids to call him Davey when they hear it from Angel (children are surprisingly persistent he finds)

Dad David who has picky kids and has mastered all of their safe foods

Dad David who is the type to stay up all night to finish his kid's art project they left until the last minute

Dad David who will let his kids gnaw on his fingers when they're teething

Dad David who thought he wouldn't be as good of a father as his own was but the second he laid eyes on his firstborn twins he swore he would dry his damn best (best dad david)

Parents Angel and David who go all out for birthday and holiday gifts (gets those kids everything on their wishlists)

Parents Angel and David who still made a point to teach their kids proper gratitude and respect (those kids are genuine angels that choose chaos) ((like someone we know veryyyy well))

Dad David who does the girls' hair in cute styles and is more than happy to oblige when his son shyly asks for pink bows in his hair (will fight anyone who says anything)

Dad David who loves his family more than anything